#at the end of the day we dont know what will happen but europe is not a pretty place to be at the moment

[sudaca-swag]

i honestly tell every latin american who tells me they want to move to live in europe not to do it, europe is holding on to its last breath meanwhile latin america is (with some exceptions) seeing a shift society-wise that is mostly positive

[holydonuttidalwave]

HURT

Chapter 1: The Beginning of The End

Summary: Namjoon flies off for a schedule in Europe, and a pregnant Y/N finds out he was with someone else.

"What the f*ck? is that---" Hyejin asked but was interrupted by Y/N saying "Yeah, that's her." Y/N sighed before taking her phone back from her bestfriend, she stared at the photo, it was namjoon sitting across his ex at the restaurant, smiling at her the same way he did at Y/N.

"They're probably just catching up" Y/N said "I mean I heard she used to frequent Paris so maybe---" but Hyejin interrupted her "When was the last time he video called you?" Y/N looked at her bestfriend "His first night in Paris but he told me internet was pretty shitty at the hotel so he couldn't video call me too much..." she answered softly as she placed a hand on her growing bump

Hyejin saw the look on her friends face and sighed "I don't want to be the devils advocate but he's staying at a 5 star hotel..." she trailed off Y/N nodded "Lets talk about something else" she said softly

LATER THAT DAY

"Alright, call me if you need anything" Hyejin said before hugging Y/N goodbye "I will" she said softly as she smiled at her bestfriend "Talk to him alright?" She sighed before nodding and watching her bestfriend walk I to the elevator.

Y/N felt her heart ache as she closed the door to their apartment, it was the same apartment Namjoon had lived in when he was a bachelor of course there were minor changes, the once empty room that housed books and art now became the nursery for the upcoming baby.

Y/N distracted herself from her phone by watching TV and was startled when her phone started ringing "Hello?" "Baby, I'm so sorry I just had the time to call the sche---" "Cut the lies Joon, I know you're not there for work"

Silence

Y/N sighed "I know you're in Paris with her" she said softly as she heard Namjoon sniffle on the other end "Y/N" "I saw the photos, I was tagged in them, I was hoping you just met up with her but I dont know anymore"

Silence

"You know for a man whose main job is to express himself through his music you're awfully silent" she said sarcastically "Y/N I can explain" "Video call me right now" "I can't I--" "You know what--" then she heard a door open and a female voice call for Namjoon "I left the meeting early Joon"

Y/N's heart sank "Have fun" she said softly as she heard Namjoon growing more and more frantic on the other end but Y/N hung up.

FOUR DAYS LATER

Namjoon had gotten home the day before but Y/N decided to ignore him and avoid him as much as she can, which was hard considering the apartment was only one floor.

He had tried several times to converse with her as if nothing had happened but she couldn't look at him without feeling disgusted and betrayed.

She decided to move some of her things to the guest bedroom and while packing the stuff she was moving from the masters Namjoon came into the walk in closet, his eyes pleading with hers

"Y/N we have to talk, please" he said softly, Y/N looked at him tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at the man she trusted the most, the man she loved and the man she was having a child with who has now become the man who had betrayed her "Why, was I not enough for you?" She asked as he sat on the spot on the floor in front of her. He shook his head

"Nothing is your fault Y/N please. I made a mistake, I regret it. I should have never met up with her. I shouldn't have lied to you--" she looked at him, tears falling from her eyes."You regret it because someone saw you" she said softly "Did you sleep with her" she asked softly.

"Y/N please think of our baby" she knew then that he had but she wanted to hear him admit it, no matter how painful she knew it would be, she needed to hear it come out of his mouth "DID YOU SLEEP WITH HER" she screamed at her husband throwing a handful of her clothes towards him, he looked at her in shock and he fell silent before nodding, tears falling from his eyes "I'm sorry" it was then that she broke down crying, Namjoon tried to calm her down but she kept hitting him as he tried to wrap her in a hug, a few moments later she stopped fighting and gave in, crying in the arms of the man who had caused her heart to split into two.

[tillman]

Embarrassed asking this bc I've been following for a hot minute now and still don't know anything haha--where would I start if I were to look into reading abt Lancelot and Galehaut?

NO ITS OK LOL medieval lit is fucking insane especially getting into it with no background here is my brief spiel: <- said before i ended up typing 800 words. sorry.

medieval lit is complex and extremely hard to approach. let alone that most translations work under the assumption the only people to ever read them would be academics with a background in medieval lit, getting into and reading it is a challenge. if u have an interest and dont want to have to brave one of the longest and most complex stories written in medieval french and translated by many many people into english, im happy to say the story of galehaut and lancelot has enough influence to have a pretty decent modern english retelling of the main beats in Lancelot and the Lord of the Distant Isles. (my pdf here, tho copies are really easy to find in bookstores and stuff this is only from 2007). It takes the main story of the vulgate and condenses it down to focus on just the love story of galehaut and lancelot. its pretty fun. the liberties it takes are slight and work for telling a coherent story.

Now, if you have read it, or want the real Galehaut experience, heres whats up, medieval texts and modern poems undercut:

Galehaut is in 5. i think maybe 6 medieval stories total. youre in for a treat as this is maybe the shortest "i want to get into arthuriana and i like this character where do i start?!" list possible besides like. drian the gay. or some other fucking nobody.

The main one, again, is the Vulgate Cycle. This is the main old french tale that inspired a looot of other arthurian works all over Europe. Its huge. Im not done scanning it BUT, i am done scanning the section Galehaut appears in, the beginning, because i got depressed after that lol. (Heres my scan of part 1, part 2 is on my website im too lazy to get both links).

From there, you got the most detailed explanation of the story of Galehaut, and can read the more fun shit and whacky shit with him and Lancelot in it YAY. Heres what i got pdfed on me rn:

Biggest one to note is he has a side role in Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur. Nothing huge, and they do mix him up with Galahad at one point? but hes there. No one should read the original text its such a slog so heres Keith Baines awesome rendition

In other bad middle english texts, Lancelot of the Laik Book 3 has Galehaut, but its unfinished and also. only in middle english. fun footnote, dont read it. one day ill post my translation of book 3 alone LOL.

Short and sweet Galehaut is in The Old Knight, the greek text we have. he tries to fight for palamides and lancelot and tristan then try to fight for him. its cute. the old knight is an odd little thing just had to bring it up LOL (had to download a pdf for this one the site i read the article on before doesnt seem to be up.... just scroll to the bottom!) <- thisll be up on my website soon i forgot it i guess

Now for the funniest reveal: Galehaut plays more of a role in Tristania than Arthuriana most of the time (well. the arthurian branch of tristania im not getting into this rn). Why is Galehaut and Lancelots relationship expanded upon only here? only god can answer that.

Here is the Tavola Ritonda. Its one of the oddest texts i know of. Medieval italian. Very Very brutal. BUT. has some really interesting Galehaut takes and moments hidden in the . whatever is happening in this fucking text. its long as hell but mentioning for fun. (pdfff)

aand more interestingly. Here is the Belarussian translation of that. Which is even fucking weirder. mostly different plot, still has lots of really cute galehaut moments including the bit he asks tristan to join his and lancelots marriage. oh well i love the povest. (and heres that pdf)

Now. this is the wild card round. Heres the weird shit and the Hovey.

If you can brave French. modern french not old dont worry, Pierre Sala has Tristan et Lancelot. an exceptionally fucking weird story. Galehaut does make a slight appearance but mostly, keyley, funnierly, his evil german cousin is a recurring villain for a few chapters. its weird. its fun. its french. (pdf)

and finally. this one is on its own level, here is my dedication to Richard Hovey. one of the greatest poets of 1885 or whenever he wrote his arthurian stuff. He was gay. he famously called himself the american oscar wilde (and maybe met him at a party? one time we found a source saying they made out at a party.). and he wrote one of the only poems featuring galehaut i know.

well ok its a collection of dramas. and galehaut is not the focus. but he is a main character and he is insane. I recommend reading literally all his works hes a fucking amazing poet, you can even find his other poetry online easily. but heres his list of works on the camelot project. oh my god read richard hovey. please . hes my favorite poet.

[spicybonelesschickenfeet]

Heartbeat 2/3

Summary; you had know Aaron hotchner since university, and ever since the first day of knowing him you had the biggest, fattest, most overwhelming crush on the guy. But for some reason he never knew, or even noticed. You had eventually learned to push the feelings away trying to figure out your own problems, focusing on yourself. Then, years later when you joined the bau after getting transferred... Things seemed to go downhill after reuniting with Aaron. But there's a bit of a romance twinkling between you and one of your new coworkers.

Aaron hotchner x nb!reader (past romance)

Spencer Reid x nb!reader (SLIGHT romance)

bau x nb!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS; you do ALMOST die at the end :P it's angst. There's canon levels of violence but may or may not be a little more violent, there's mention of unrequited love, you don't kill yourself but the unsub almost kills you , this also may Incudes a few adult rated scenes and language.

(Now a psa, the reader aka you in this story is a bit fem presenting and gets along better with the gorls. There's mentions of typically "girl" related things like makeup n stuff. Just a psa, oh and also Im still getting used to writing longer stories and it might feel like it jumps from one scene to another a bit quickly and that's because is it. Also I'm very reliant on speach rather than detail.)

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(This chapter starts after a heafty time skip roughly around two months later)

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You found that working in the BAU was definitely more your style, you felt a lot more confident in your abilities to do your job and excell at it. You had become close with all your coworkers, even hotch.

Now you and hotch, the two of you decided to push what happened a few years ago to the furthest corner of your minds to disable any problems that could occur from that interaction. But that didn't stop it from replaying in your head when you were alone.

-memory-

"What do you mean your leaving for Europe?" A younger Aaron hotchner asked as you held your rolling suitcase along to sit by your side.

"I mean, Im going to Europe. I dont know when I'll be back or if I'll ever be back. If it comes down to it I will probably stay there to care for my grandmother. I'm sorry Aaron. I really am-"

He cut you off with furrowed eyebrows. "This isn't about me and Haley is it? I thought you said you got over those feeli-" before he uttered another word you slapped him so hard he lost his breath for a moment.

You had tears running down your cheeks. "Why is it, that everytime I mention having to leave or that I'm having any mental health problems... You bring up THAT... Why? This isn't about you Aaron. Good bye." You say in disbelief turning to walked away from your apartment building. The one that Aaron had tracked you down too after cutting him off two weeks prior.

You were happy to be leaving. So happy you started to smile.

-end of memory-

Even if you couldn't remember most of the argument before the two of you had gotten out of the apartment, you knew it was a heavy argument. The two of you shouldn't have ever been friends but he was so persistent at the start of university that you had found yourself falling in love with him. But you were soon put down after finding he was with Haley. You didn't not once ever think of getting with Aaron hotchner after that. Since you knew what it was like to be cheated on you couldn't ever do that to Haley.

"(L/Name)? You good?" Reid asked with a hint of worry. You looked up from the computer and nodded "yeah I'm good, I was just thinking. Is something wrong?" You asked him and he shook his head. "nope, just wondering. However we are needed in the meeting room, we have a new case" he said as he stood there waiting for you to stand up.

The two of you walked to he meeting room and sat down. You hadn't noticed but Spencer had sat next to you rather than sitting next to Morgan and Elle. Which left and empty spot between you and Elle. It had taken the odd tension in the room for you to whisper to Spencer. "I'm going to scoot into the chair next to Elle." Before hotch began to speak you moved to the chair next to Elle and Spencer also scooted over into the chair you had been sitting in. And the the tension was gone, or maybe it was all in your head? You hadn't a clue what it was but you didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Hotch began explaining the case handing files to everyone.

"We have a potential serial killer, there are about seventeen dead and they've al been killed the same way." He started. You looked at the pictures and your stomach dropped. You knew what these murders were depicting. It was the same way a serial killer named "the clown killer" he had been caught so it had to be a copy cat.

"This is just like the clown killer, it's almost exactly the same it has to be a copy cat... Since the clown killer was caught mid murder" you think aloud after hotch finishes explaining some things. You got an odd look from Morgan but Spencer nodded once he noticed it as well. "They're right, these murders look almost exactly like the clown killers. You know when the actually found him he was in the middle of killing another person, I think the woman actually survived it" he added and the all nodded, Morgan speaking up.

"Well then we've definitely got a copy cat".

You had gutted feeling, but maybe it was just your nerves, this would be the first actual case you'd be going on and being involved in it.

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Whilst on the jet to baker city, Oregon. You and Spencer talked about the clown killer and the notes in the files.

"You know it's funny because I was born in Baker city. My mom moved us around after I turned three. I think my dad lives there still." You say nonchalantly getting a few odd looks from the other agents.

"I didn't know you were born in Oregon, (L/Name)" hotch stated, you nodded. "It's not really something I talk about- I usually don't talk about anything like that with coworkers. It's confusing and a long story so I usually just keep it to myself" you respond, correcting what you were going to say. Which was 'its not really something I talk about' to 'i usually don't talk about anything like that with coworkers' because you infact have told your close friends about your odd situations while growing up. But usually you don't hang out with coworkers outside of work. Even if they Invite you.

"Well that's no reason not to talk about it, I'm pretty curious as to your childhood story" Elle said with a smile and your heart fluttered. "wai-.....wait are you serious?" You ask her and she nodded. "lay it on me, I've got nothing better to do" she smiled and you smiled and started talking about your entire childhood.

Throughout the hours everyone was on the jet, you had told Elle and anyone who was listening every little aspect of your childhood down to the rebellious things you used to do without your mother's knowledge.

When exiting the jet Morgan ruffled your hair "never took you for a bad (boy/girl/kid) (L/name)." He chuckled and you gave an almost confused look before realizing he was talking about your teen years. You rolled your eyes and sped up your walking pace to catch up with Spencer.

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While in Baker city, after talking to the police and checking out the crime scenes you bumped into a woman.

"Oh- I'm so sorry ma'am- mom? Mom what are you doing here in Oregon? I thought you were in north Dakota?" You picked the wallet up from he ground and handed it to your grey haired mother.

"Oh- sweetpea I didn't expect to see you here! I came to visit your aunt Naomi, she's been having a rough time since moving back here. You know what happened all those years ago right? How she found the clown killer right when he was killing her boyfriend?" Your mom babbled out and your eyes widened. "wait- aunt Naomi is back? Like back from Europe? I thought she wasn't ever going to come back- is she staying at the old house? The one on greeneye street?" You ask and you mom nodded. "yes, I'm going there now since I'm staying. You can come along to her- oh and your friends can come as well. Unless your working?" Your sweet mother smiled, her (E/C) eyes waiting patiently for your response.

"I am here on work, but I think aunty Naomi can answer a few questions for me and my 'friends', are you guys cool with making a small detour to my aunt's?" You nod t your mother bfoe asking Spencer and Elle who both shrugged. "sure. It's not like we really have anything we were assigned to specifically" Elle responded and you smiled turing back to your mom. "Well mom, lead the way to aunt Naomi's house"

The four of you had only walked about ten minutes before showing up at a red, wooden, two story house with fruit trees surrounding it and a yard full of vegetables and fruit plants, as well as a chicken coop in the far corner of the yard.

Waking up to the porch a woman who seemed to be in her late thirties opened the door.

"Oh, Bernie and Sweetpea? What a nice surprise!" The woman with messy brownish grey hair smiled bringing you into a hug.

"Hi aunt Naomi" you say nervously as the woman fluffed your hair and looked your face over. She was always obsessed with dressing you up and going out places with you ever since you had been born.

"Oh I haven't seen you since you were sixteen, oh your still as gorgeous as ever sweetpea. Oh, who are your friends?" Naomi asked after gushing over your appearance. "Aunty Naomi these are my coworkers Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway, I'm actually here to as you a few questions about the clown killer if your comfortable with it?" You ask sheepishly. The woman cocked and eye ro at you before smiling. "Sure thing sweetpea, come in ya'lot. I'll get some tea for while your here" she says opening the door for you, your mother, Spencer, and Elle to walk in.

You instinctively took your shoes off at the door, placing them in the shoe holder. Both Elle and Spencer mimicked what you had done since you were all probably going to be there for awhile. You then waved them towards to the living area where two couches sat across from each other with a coffee table in the middle, a TV was mounted on the wall but clearly wasn't ever used. A cat tree stood next to the big arched light green stain glassed window, two fluffy cats layed there on the cat tree. The grey one on the bottom leaf shaped branch, and on the top of the cat tree sat a fluffy brown cat that watched as everyone found their spots in the living room and couches.

Once Naomi sat down next to your mother, Bernadette/Bernie, she asked. "So you wanted to know about the clown killer?" She asked looking at you, you nodded "yes, we're here on a case and I was wondering if you could tell us how you found the killer, or anything that could help us in our investigation. We believe there's a copycat of the killer" you explained and your aunt's face went pale.

"A copycat of the clown killer? Oh no... That's not good at all... " She mumbled with wide eyes. She took a sip of tea before speaking again.

"Well ... When I found him, I had realized his next target what my boyfriend, the clown killer only targeted people he saw that had to much of the look of a child in some weird way. My ex boyfriend josh used to have this messy brown hair and wore a pair of glasses that made him look five years younger than he was. And he was obsessed with reading. It all had lined up with what the clown killer was after and I had gone to josh's house to find the killer stabing him to death, and I had called my dad, your grandfather, who was the cheif of police at the time on a payphone... He got there right before the killer stabbed me in the stomach." She explained with a saddened expression. You saw Elle take a few notes and you nod. "Well I'm glad he's away now. He can't hurt anymore people. Are there anymore things you did to find the killer?" You asked and your aunt took a mom before she stood up.

"I'll be right back, I have journals full of notes and photos from when I was solving the crime by myself. I'll let you use him for your investigation" she nodded before walking to another room and coming back with a box.

She sat the box down on the coffee tal an opened it, pulling out an old authentic 80's jean jacket with some additional pieces added to it. Like the hood off of a hoodie and sleeves of a hoodie added. She sat it down and then pulled out a tattered old leather backed journal, two of them.

"These journals are full of sketches from the crime scenes, photos, notes, newspapers, and even myow evidence from back then. I hope you can use them" Naomi handed you to te lethr journals and you took them both carefully. Looking through the first which was filled to the very brim with in-depth notes, the second hadmore paper clippings, photos, and sketches that notes.

"Thank you aunt Naomi, I'll be sure these stay safe. I do think we have to get going now but I'll be sure to visit before we leave okay?" You a hugging your aunt and she nodded hugging you tightly. The she picked the jacket up and handed it to you.

"Here, it's colder out towards the evening and I saw you shivering earlier. I think it'll look good on you" she smiled sweetly as you hesitantly took the jean jacket and put it on. It was a little loose but pretty comfortable. The sewn on hoodie sleeves super softs and the pockets in the jean jacket itself were huge. You smiled and hugging your aunt once again before Kissing her cheeks as well as your mother's.

"I'll see you both soon! Stay safe!" You say before putting your shoes on after Spencer and Elle. Then the three of you were out the door.

"You look good in that jean jacket sweetpea" Elle teased and you shoved her shoulder a bit. "Come-on the others are probably Wondering where we are." You roll your eyes at the dar haired woman before the three of you start to walk to the hotel you were staying at.

-end of chapter two-

How we feeing yall, any foreshadowing you see may be what next chapters about 👀.

[smute]

you know what? i am just so glad that we dont have to worry about the climate crisis anymore. apparently it has all been resolved and honestly, it is so so good to see that everything is normal and the world makes sense. i have to see my thesis supervisor in january. a flight from hamburg to stuttgart with a stopover in munich is both cheaper and quicker than a train ticket for the same dates 6 weeks from now. it just makes sense! i swear it makes sense. haha 😀 i could fly to london ON FRIDAY (that is the day after tomorrow) for €28,39 (granted, with ryanair, or i could wait until next week and fly with a real airline, BA, for €60 😃) but it would cost me anywhere from €12 to €25 just to get to the airport half an hour from my house. (half an hour by car that is. two hours by train lmao) i was also thinking about visiting my dad sometime between xmas and new years. sure, it's a busy travel week, so €121,80 for two train tickets doesn't seem too bad, right? only for €137 i can book a return flight with lufthansa. and that's 50 minutes on a plane vs 4+ hours on a train. 😌 what a world we live in! i mean honestly, they could PAY me €137 and i still wouldn't book a domestic flight. this is germany, not fucking australia. but please explain to me how any of this makes sense. you cant. because it doesnt. but yeah. it's even more infuriating with intra-european travel, and especially travel between mainland europe and the uk. like isn't it so wonderful that the channel tunnel is treated like some sort of carnival ride and you have to include 1-2 hours of check-in time in your itinerary because eurostar have delusions of grandeur and make you take off your shoes airplane style and also close their ticket gates 30 min before departure so they can sell you overpriced coffee and sandwiches? isnt that fun? like come on be serious for a moment. its a train. choo choo bitch why is your platform walled off? it shouldn't take a degree in international relations and 5-7 years professional experience in passenger transport for me to book a train from redacted germany to london england and yet here we are. i mean right now you can't even book eurostar trains via deutsche bahn directly lmao, and if you do a silly little preisermittlung, DB will charge you more for the eurostar train than what you'd pay if you booked the eurostar train directly on the eurostar website (rofl even) so of course you buy two separate tickets. but then if you arrive late in amsterdam or brussels or paris and maybe get stuck in the security or uk border control lines eurostar will just close the gates on you and go whoopsie ha ha bummer you have two separate tickets did you really think 2 hours transfer time was enough lol. and even if all of your trains happen to be on time and you do make the connection in a-dam/brussels/paris, you have to be so generous with your planning that you end up turning what could have been a 7 hour train journey into a day-long ordeal.

[ethernitty]

a little night music

okay i dont know this one so im gonna make up a plot and if it doesnt go like this ill be pissed/hj

im just basing it on the album so i have an outline of the story (not cheating btw) all the paragraphs are like per song cuz thats logical

okay come with me to early 1900s, somewhere in europe, where there is a great party goin on and our two main characters are dancing, lets call them Daisy and Robin, theyre both young women (very important). its a ball and everyones having a jolly good time, dancing, drinking theyre all feeling very gay ;)

then they go to a private place, it feels like it could be a balcony, and they talk bout how they feel bout this relationship and how it would go now later and soon,

now that we know them we get the Glamorous life, we focus on daisy seemingly happily married ,now that its like 1913, oh life's wonderful and i love it all kinda song, while shes preparing for a dinner with an old friend she hasnt seen in a while

the first guest arrives, a handsome gentleman and they have a conversation about that ball and how Daisy must remember this old friend, she doesnt but after some more talking she relizes that its her old lover Robin.

alas the second guest arrives, Robins wife, Robin absolutely adores her and has a whole song bout her, yes the wife knows robins not a "man" but protects this secret with her life.

they talk about their relationships some more reminice about the past as the wife has gone off to bed, idk what happened to the husband maybe hes out, transition to a flashback scene done by dancers of the young Daisy and Robin.

more reminicing bout the gay old days of being in love with a woman, while the dancers portray scenes of the past, this all ends with a kiss thats first one on the cheek but then one on the mouth thats waaaay longer then it should be.

end of act one

a few weeks later and Daisy cant stop thinking bout the kiss, she initated, she relizes how much shes been suppresing herself and how much she dislikes the traditional live and that it makes her die a little everyday.

so she decides to invite Robin and her wife for a weekend out into the country where they talk about their feelings again and how maybe she wants to get away from her husband.

and cuz Robins rich they have a record player, or whatever they used in the day to play recorded music, and they have a nice little dance that is the same as in act one, this is all hapening at night while wondering what will happen when the day breakes and they need to go back to their partners

life goes on and on and eventualy we get to Daisy who is very old now that its like the 70s and the community is starting to come up of women who arent in the traditional life and she thinks how wonderful it would have been to live like that for her whole life.

then as she deteriorates health wise she waits in joyfull anticipation for a chance to be reunited with her lover in heaven, where they will be free of expectations of love

yeah thats prolly not it but it would be a good one

[lilyfreshwater]

Jack’s new vlog was great, if anyone has seen it i recommend even just playing it in the background, but there were points it felt like i was watching the europe vlog again except replace amelia with shubble. i know it was not intended on jack or the editor’s parts but it felt like such a clue in into their relationship at the time to the point it felt as invasive as that sometimes. which if thats the case i dont know how theyve lasted this long bc i feel like i would have gone nuts after a trip like that. Im also not a cc, so maybe some of its normal but still. probably reading too far into it but thats why its called speculation.

i also feel bad bc it seems like she’s really only there bc shes the only one who can drive, she doesnt really get ‘included’ in the vlog until the end. its almost like shes just the driver they got for free bc she happens to be dating one of them. but maybe shes fine with that being that shes an adult who can make her own decisions

side note, i know this definitely has nothing to do with anything but i found it funny, i tuned in to a stream the other day and she mentioned specifically wanting to dye her hair a pale orange, which if she does i hope she likes it, bc someone else will especially like it too

couple things 1) shubble is not a regular participant in the jack manifold vlogs as apposed to wilbur and ranboo, 2) she was driving so that probably made it a little harder for her to participate in some of the bits, and 3) jack was sitting right next to 5up in the back seat. what all this means is it may have seemed like shubble wasn't being included and was just third wheeling the group/there to be the driver, but im sure she was there because she also wanted to be and had a lot of fun. through jacks vlog we only see about 18 minutes of a several hour long car ride so there's a possibility that things could have been much different. they also could have been exactly how youre describing, but we really can't know for sure.

as for the "seeing into the wubble dynamic" part, idk if it's just me or if im remembering the video incorrectly but i didn't really get that feeling at all. i guess the way i still look at wubble from a content perspective is "how would a fan who assumes they aren't dating view this?" and i don't think this vlog was suspicious at all. obviously we have a little bit of a different perspective, but i thought the vlog was pretty standard stuff

[momiamtired]

chapter 2 so they think im cringe. i will never be able to see my friends bc i will be able to leve canada onlt after 4 years bc of this stupid and random biometrics shit and i had only chance of meeting them this summer but now its all pointless bc of a random canada government decision. i want to pee so bad and this stupid american bitch is washing her ass for 2348493 hours with stupid pop childish music in the background gosh. i lost 700 dollars recently idk where or how i genuanly dont know its prob my roommate but im not sure so basically yeah and im reallt sensitive about losing money so yesterday was a fun day to me. my stupid mind is doing some crazy shit and tries to convince me to believe in karma or god idk basically its if i will think that everything will be bad then everything will be good but i should genuanly believe it all will be bad and i just go back n forth with this idea always going on on my minds. i have a couple of different templates of how this world from my mind' perspective works but im too tired to think ab it. ig every time i think that its just what it is its just how wolrd is and nobody is giving me a happy time after all of this is over as my mind always tries to constantly tell me i guess its just too painful for me. i want to believe that i will be happy in a short time. i want too. but every day i wake up and some awful shit happens to me. its awful to be extraverted and i dont have friends here. i hate this fucking bitch PLEASE leve i want to use toilet wtf is wrong with u. pleeeeaseee im all sweaty npw bc of how i want to pee. i noticed that they wash themselves so rarely here. idk why my roommate smells just awful and she is 22 and she never washes herself so at night when i have troubles sleeping i also need to smell her beatiful aromas and im gonna be silent ab her mouth like she never washes her teeth how can u have so many man and smell so awful and be so nasty. anyways i dont reallt know what to do? i lost my motivation to even live( but not to eatt i will never lose it i have ed) i just dont want to do anything to see anything to feel anything i just want to die and be reborn. i dont believe in reincarnation but being able to not feel anything is better than living how i live now. i never cry but i cry here really often. like a couple of times per weak? i never cry literally never. that bc my coping mechanism is trying to find a decision and i will fucking find this decision even if im gonna die but rn there is no decision there is nothing there is just finnish studying than good luck to being lucky for finding a place to live and a job and if u wont find a placce to stay u will have to sleep on a bed with a roommate who washes herself once per weak and stole ur only money. and even now my mind is trying to say to me that i will be fine and the situation will be better! but fuck u it wont be better and i know it because there is no fucking hope left here there is literallt nothing left no fucking move will make it better NOTHING will make it better. im a fucking psychology major wtf is wrong with me. i just cant believe how cruel the life is and how awful it is and how i just couldnt ever think it could get that bad. its just all of my failures they are so random and its not even my fault in any of those! and as i told u my mind again tries justify everything that is happening to me like no just think ab it!! no way it can be this awful right? no way this all could happen to u just like this and without a happy ending! yes it can and yes it happened and im tired of expecting something good to happen to me i just want to die pls why do i have parennts it would be so much easier. i would love to leave this hell and so study to europe but we already spent SO much money on only this first semester so i cant even imagine how can i justify going back home in my head, in front of my relatives. i hate myself

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

so i dont think ive written about what happened in london, or i should say what DIDNT happen.

brandon and i were supposed to finally spend some one-on-one time together. he was gonna come to printworks with us, just him, and then we were going to run off into the night together. well, he got covid. i didnt even get to SEE him and i was a 1 hour train ride away.

anyways, it was fine. not the end of the world. if that had happened a few years ago i would have been so broken and an absolute mess about it. but. here i am. fine. and i was! i had such an amazing time with everyone else and i got to see iyad which was so lovely.

now. since ABGT isn't happening this year and calgary has cheap direct flights to london i am working my ass off on convincing brandon to come for weekender. and i think it's WORKING. i added him to our whatsapp chat. he said he can likely take the time off work. and i could take a week or more off and we could drive to the gorge with everyone and then do a beautiful scenic drive to the oregon coast, see cannon beach, go to van and spend a few nights there, and then go back to calgary. he said it would be the trip of a lifetime. just us. driving around listening to anjuna and finally spending some TIME TOGETHER.

it's kind of deja vu when mike came to visit me in edmonton. BUT THIS TIME i'm not 24 and i wont be living at home. it'll legit just be us and the gang and i actually have money now (hopefully by then lol). but what an amazing time that would be.

i really, really, really hope it happens. i'm likely going to cancel my europe trip to do this instead cause im broke as a mofo with this damn move to calgary. but damn it could be so worth it. who knows maybe i get sick of him in 2 days, like at least when mike came to visit i knew exactly what to expect. mike and i spent a GLORIOUS few days together in hong kong, literally the best sex of my entire life. that was such a good trip. but i dont think i will. brandon is so fricken silly he makes fun of himself just like i do, our sense of humour is very on par. mind you he did say he doesnt think he's been around me other than when he's wasted LOL but it's always been good times. always.

[hanabeeri]

today was supposed to be my exam in a russian course, but unfortunately this day hasnt treated me very kindly, one thing lead to another and i couldnt show up in the end.

it began when i accidentally mistook the exam time for 2pm instead of 4pm (we go by the 24hr format in europe which is why i confused 4 o’clock with 14:00). so initially i came to our local train station two hours too early!! i decided to go home but my bus didnt come (and did i mention that a wasp stung me on my way to the station?) so i went to a nearby shop to get an extra drink instead. just in case id finish my other while waiting. 

i still had plenty of time left, i went to the library and read a book i took with me. an hour passed, my train was almost ready to depart so i started walking to my platform. when i arrived there my first train was running late!!! so i took another one which came earlier but drove a bit slower. that train never showed up, i dont know why and the personell never told us. so i thought, i guess ill take the late train after all? but oh no no no no. nothing wanted to go my way this day, when i came there i waited for almost an hour, up until the screen showed me that the train was late by 70+ minutes, thats when i decided to just go home. 

now im home, i sent my professor two emails with all the pictures i took of my screen and the platforms information screen, i apologized a dozen times, and now im hoping that she will understand that even if i would have taken the 70+ minutes late train, i wouldnt have arrived on time. id be at 5pm in the city my university is located in and at 5:30pm on campus.

and now my parents are talking way too loud for me to calm down from those events. i feel im near a breakdown, i should have just went to uni when i arrived two hours late, but what happened has happened. theres no use in crying now. 

i just hope that my professor will excuse me and reschedule another exam date for me. oh and btw! i thought about recording myself writing the exam at home, that was until i noticed that she not only uploaded the videos she wanted to use in the exam, but also the answers. i could have sworn on my mother and god that i wouldnt cheat, and still, its not a trustful way.

[philipkindreddickhead]

I often seen critiques of make up from an existential/philosophical perspective, but I rarely see criticism of cosmetics from a stand point of the very physical bodily harm it does. I think this is because the number of dangerous ingredients is so massive, and overlapping its an absolutely daunting task. So I've compiled the information I've found and bear with me its a lot. (This is from an American perspective. Sorry, thats what I know. However I would love it if people from other countries had things to add.)

First I want to get the "simple" stuff out of the way. I think almost everyone has heard about bacteria and fungi in makeup and that makeup causes acne from clogging pores. Makeup has a pretty strict shelf life, yet consumers are entirely supposed to self-police as Ive never seen a single expiration date on any cosmetic packaging. (I guess consumers are meant to pull this knowledge out of the ether or something. I only found out about it in a tumblr PSA. I did read that expirys are on products in Europe.) Beauty blenders are the worst offender because theyre almost always moist. When I was taught makeup I was told to wet my sponge so it would soak up less product. If you apply makeup daily your sponge is likely constantly damp. USA Today had an article which said that 96% of sponges had fungi and over 60% had E. Coli in them. But I think what people talk about less is the complication of problems from using other products in conjunction with dirty beauty blenders. USA Today warns its especially dangerous to use beauty blenders if you have damage to your skin like acne, cuts, or dry skin. However the most popular beauty products for washing your face contain walnut pieces for literally scrubbing your skin and creating microabrasions. If youre a frequent makeup user you probably know about the cyclical nature of applying foundation, breaking out, and then applying more foundation to cover the breakout. You may even be using scrubbing cleansers more frequently to combat the acne creating more tears. This can lead to "blood poisoning" and, though neither USA today or Forbes mentions this, blood poisoning (not a medical term btw. Its sepsis.) according to numerous medical sites has the potential to be extremely lethal. The symptoms are so similar to a regular flu its nearly impossible to self-diagnose.

The very first thing I was told when a friend handed me a jar of finishing powder- popular with many beauty gurus for the "baking" technique and considered a must have- was a joke about "clown lung." This was a reference to the main ingredient talc. Talc causes lung problems including cancer and respiratory illness. If anyone remembers the large Johnson and Johnson lawsuit from 2019 it was because theyd been putting talc into baby powder. Talc is dangerous because it's impossible to mine and seperate from ASBESTOS. Some high-end finishing powders will try to sell you on safe talc-free formulas but all the products I looked into contained mica instead which causes pneumoconiosis, colloquially known as "black lung disease." Like fucking coal miners get. Its not just present in finishing powder either. In my research it turned out that talc/asbestos are also present in many eyeshadows and other powder products. [Googleable, evidenced in J&J lawsuit]

Another industry to examine is nail salons. Toluene, Formaldehyde, Dibutyl Phthalate, and Methacrylate compounds are all dangerous ingredients and present in various salon products. These ingredients cause a range of problems from dizziness, drowsiness, birth defects, slow fetal growth, future intellectual disabilities in the fetus, eye skin and throat irritation, coughing, allergic reactions, asthma-like attacks, short-term memory loss, nausea, dermatitis, cancer, and misscarriage. Some nail products advertise that they are 3-free meaning that toluene, formaldehyde, and DP should be absent but often the labels are found to be completely inaccurate. It should be noted that the risk is mainly to salon workers and not patrons but ask yourself if it is right to place other people at serious risk for your aesthetic. OSHA does make an attempt to mitigate these risks however not once in my years of makeup queen did I see a salon following these directives which include constant air monitoring, half mask respirators with chemical cartridges, gloves, long sleeves, and safety glasses. (And Im not even going to touch issues of human trafficking/slave labour out of nail salons one case of which occured 5 days ago two hours away from me) It should also be noted that formaldehyde can also be found in hair relaxers and hair dyes. [Found articles in Scientific American and NYT]

I also found on the FDAs website that many cosmetics include heavy metals like arsenic, mercury, and lead. (Usually accompainied by a picture of lipstick so I assume that is the product most likely to contain it, however campaign for safe cosmetics lists foundation as containing heavy metals, and The Guardian has an article about skin lighteners from Asia and Africa containing mercury.) The website stated that the amount of these heavy metals in cosmetics is "safe" if used as intended. (and I'm going to come back to the concept of "intended use" later because thats a can of worms too) However, when searching for info on heavy metal safety I found this quote in regards to metals in food:

"Certain metals, such as arsenic, lead and mercury, have no established health benefit, and have been shown to lead to illness, impairment, and in high doses, death. Understanding the risk that harmful metals pose in our food supply is complicated by the fact that no single food source accounts for most people’s exposure to metals in foods. People’s exposure comes from many different foods containing these metals. Combining all of the foods we eat, even low levels of harmful metals from individual food sources, can sometimes add up to a level of concern"

So like, which is it? Is it a "safe amount" or is no amount of metal safe? I understand that in the case of certain foods like fish some amount of mercury poisoning is always expected but fish is also something you feed yourself and nourish your body with while cosmetics are completely unecessary to your survival. The mercury problem in fish is also mitigated by health warnings when mercury levels are particularly high but cosmetics have no such warning. Another warning on the site indicated that children should ingest NO amount of lead AT ALL because it is particularly harmful for kids yet theres no effort to stop children from using lead-containing cosmetics. I worked next to a Five Below where I was shocked to find they sold Jeffree Star and Anastasia eyeshadow dupes for five dollars which amounts to fucking pocket change for a lot of kids and kids do buy that stuff. I also think its ironic the FDA would have anything to say regarding cosmetics because in the very same article about heavy metals in cosmetics the FDA says that they DO NOT REGULATE cosmetics beyond the color additives.

Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and brow tint often contain carbon black. This is a color additive that is an incomplete combustion of carbon-based products. It can cause lung disease, cancer, and organ system toxicity, and eye, nose, throat irritation. The effects are mainly studied in rats and those at biggest risk are industrial workers but why do other workers have to endure lung problems for something so unecessary? [Easily googleable, NIH, CDC, WHO Europe]

This next bit I only want to mention briefly because I didnt find any particularly reputable sources about it, but its a claim that cropped up repeatedly and I think its an interesting one. Parabens, estrogen, phthalates (again), and pesticides in cosmetics are apparently linked to endocrine disorders and hormone dysregulation. Im not entirely sure what is meant by this accusation. Endocrine disorders include female diseases like PCOS and possibly endometriosis. None of these diseases is very well studied and the female endocrine system itself is not well studied either. Im not saying "cosmetics cause PCOS" because we dont know if PCOS or these other endocrine/hormonal disorders are genetic or environmental or both (it appears that PCOS is largely genetic and Endometriosis is likely autoimmune related) AND we dont appear to know for sure that cosmetic ingredients cause endocrine disorder. But I include anyway for a number of reasons:

If you happen to struggle with hormonal problems you may want to know cosmetics is a potential environment factor.

These conditions are incredibly painful. It will be a battle getting your doctor to even acknowledge that pain for diagnosis. PCOS is linked to diabetes, and heart disease. [Thanks @mother-of-pearl ] There is no cure and the treatments are often throwing hormonal birth control at it and hoping for the best.

I dont anticipate the link between cosmetics and endocrine disorders being studied any time soon or any endocrine disorders studied at all because the medical/scientific field is sexist. I dont want women to suffer in the mean time.

Now again, take this with a grain of salt because I couldnt find scientific or news sources for it. Dont fucking come for me. Im not gonna respond to you. [Most reputable source was a paper from the library of medicine at the national institutes of health but it was behind a paywall and I dont have 39 dollars to be right on tumblrdotcom]

Avoiding these ingredients is not as simple as scanning the label for them. As many beautubers and the community are no doubt aware considering multiple scandals over veganism. Products advertised as vegan or cruelty free but contain non-vegan carmine or are sold in China which legally requires the products to be animal tested. Cosmetic companies will hide ingredients claiming they are "trade secrets" or they will be placed under "fragrance." Many ingredients will be known by six or seven different names and asking consumers to be aware of seven different names for multiple ingredients requires consumers to be aware of innumerable different, often complicated ingredient names. I shouldnt have to point out that's a ridiculous burden to place on women. The EU banned 1,300 hazardous ingredients that the US did not. Cosmetic companies rely on women being unwilling/unable to bring in a list of 1,300 ingredients- with multiple names- every time they pop in to the drug store, sephora, or wherever. Buying "natural" products will not help you either. Theres no established criteria for natural/organic in costmetics, the FDA doesnt test these products, and "natural"=/= safe anyway. Plenty of plants and minerals are poisonous. One good example is traditional kohl products which advertise their natural status but also naturally contain lead and reiterating that natural powders contain mica. US courts are rarely on the side of consumers either. I found an interesting lawsuit against St. Ives for their apricot scrub taken to court for their "dermatologist tested" label despite it causing breakouts and cuts to the skin. The courts ruled that this label was fine because it only indicated that the product was TESTED not APPROVED by dermatologists. However I think any rational consumer would look at this label and assume the tests concluded it was safe for use or else why put the label on there?

[Googlable XMONDO drama, googlable laws wrt china and eu, already stated about FDA, FDA website about Kohl. Googled St. Ives lawsuit.]

I want to return to the idea of "intended use." This is sort of a fucky concept a lot of companies have ways of getting around. My "last straw" with makeup had to do with a run-in I had with Anastasia over their "Riviera" eyeshadow palette. In this pallette they had two colors that were the real feature of the palette, an electric neon purple and a radioactive pink I mean every photo, every promotion has these two colors swirled together around the eye. Because again, its an eyeshadow palette. When I buy the eyeshadow palette of course there's a little insert warning in the package that says these two shades are not intended on the eye area. In an eyeshadow palette. Contacting their customer service they told me that these two shades were meant to be used as a blush. neon purple blush. Not only that, but their website and instagram featured NO models wearing the shades as blush while EVERY model one or more of the shades as eyeshadow. When asked about this discrepancy ABH stopped responding. What I find egregious about this is the amount of people who dont know, and then more staggeringly; dont care. The sephora clerks didnt know, the in store abh representative didnt know, their customers didnt know, and when I told them they would respond with "oh, [brand] did the same thing with their [shade]." Sure enough, when I demanded that store clerks open the packaging to look for warnings nearly every product had an "eyeshadow" that was not intended for use on the eyes. Relegating dark, red-toned teal to "contour" and neon grean to "highlighter" US-based cosmetic junkies will say that these pigments have been approved for use by the EU however I found absolutely NO evidence of that. I googled it a thousand ways but all I ever found were blog posts, reddit comments, and one quote from an apparently nonEuropean layman in an Insider article. I even changed my location to France on ABH's website and the Norvina palette still contains the same warnings (not to harp on ABH in particular. I just know which shades in particular are the problem there). The Insider article noted that brands who were selling pressed pigments declined to comment. If the pressed pigments were EU friendly, I would think companies would be clamouring to say so. It also still makes their market as eyeshadow colors illegal in the US. (If any Europeans would like to chime in I'd love that.) Another problem I find with cosmetics companies and their reps is the claim that the worst thing that could happen is eye irritation for those with sensitive eyes and staining. How could they possibly know? The FDA doesnt test, or approve these cosmetics in the eye area, so ostensibly no one should be using it that way.

The next one is a bit of a "duh" but I'm going to talk about it anyway. Counterfeit cosmetics are a booming market full of untold dangers. Untold primarily because these products could contain literally anything. Ive read about glue, arsenic, lead, feces, staph, and horse urine to name a few. The labels and ingredient list on these products are fake. Legitimate brands often unintentionally play into the counterfeit market. They create artificial scarcity by making less of the product than is actually needed for consumer demand to create an even higher demand. If consumers miss out often their only chance at getting the product is to turn to counterfeits. I found examples of women who had their lips superglued, lips "turned to goo" and burned to blistering, throat closures, women with stys, contact dermatitis, eye infections. I think we as a society turn a blind eye to this problem because we think "hey, if youre buying counterfeits for a discount and you get hurt you deserve it." We imagine idiots buying products for 4 dollars from ebay or perusing Canal street for FEИTY beauty. But these counterfeits can be really convincing. I myself received a gift of a huda palette that I only recognized something was weird about it because I'd swatched it at sephora about five times earlier that month. The person who bought it for me actually paid MORE than the usual cost for the palette because it was advertised as a newer, better edition. The websites can be disturbingly similar. For instance Kylie Jenner's legitimate website is KylieCosmetics.com but you can find fakes at kyliecosmeticsshop.co.uk. These fakes can buy ad space and be one of the first sites that populate when you google the products instead of typing the legitimate site into the address bar. Counterfeits can also be bought and sold through third parties on websites like ebay, wish, and amazon. (My gift actually came from Amazon.)

[Netflix doc "Broken" ep "Makeup Mayhem" Corroborated by personal experience and google]

[polandspringz]

I made the decision to watch all of the Case Files of Jeweler Richard in a day and I am ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

(Technically I’ve watched up to episode 11 so I have 1 more episode left but am leaving it until tomorrow because it’s 1 AM right now- but I digress)

Spoilers for up to episode 10 of the anime, and apologies because I don’t know how to do read more on mobile so LONG POST:

Okay so FIRST OFF- On the cover this show isn’t explicit in that it has LGBTQ themes- it’s not labeled as such or with BL or Shounen Ai, the usual genre titles we see in anime. However, when I first tried to watch it a few months ago, within the opening minute I just knew (I just forgot to continue after that first minute until today). A lot of times with anime you can just tell things based on the art style or the dialogue, and if it doesn’t end up having those themes, then you get a situation like Balance: Unlimited where all of Twitter was tweeting “wait, it isn’t a BL???”

That being said, this series DOES have LGBTQ themes, one of the early side characters talks about how she doesn’t want to go through with her marriage because she realized she’s a lesbian or bisexual and is still in love with her old roommate. Another character expresses thoughts about romance and marriage in ways that I’m sure people who are asexual or a romantic can identify with. And this isn’t just with the side characters, oh no. The entire show is centered around the relationship of Richard and Seigi, and oh my god is it wild in how it is presented.

If you go on the wiki for this show, as my sister and I did, you’ll see a sentence along the lines of “Richard and Seigi frequently compliment each other’s beauty and say how much they like one another, to the point that everyone around them believes them to be in a relationship. However it’s unclear if their words are romantic or not.” And then if you go to their relationship page on the wiki, it just says Seigi is Richard’s boyfriend. So what’s the truth? (TLDR: the wiki is right. They’re definitely in love.)

Well the thing that had me rolling is that Seigi says he likes rich. A lot. Specifically throws around the “daisuki” line almost every episode. He says Richard is like a jewel, calls him beautiful and pretty. Richard picks him up in the rain after being dumped. They go alone to fancy restaurants for dinner almost every night. They flirt. It feels almost undeniable that what they’re saying is romantic, and that any kiss confirmation is unnecessary. There is a major plot line during all this though of Seigi trying to ask out his female college classmate however, and the result makes it sort of feel like Richard and Seigi are together but they’re in this open relationship with no labels so Richard just wants Seigi to have no regrets. The plot with the classmate really doesn’t do anything to their relationship. Richard and Seigi still are being as wild as ever.

And the reason I refer to this as being “wild” is partially because while watching my sister and I were riffing on the dialogue a little. For an anime, the show is very progressive in it’s ideas, Richard in episode 1 or 2 straight up calling Seigi out for something he said about a foreign customer and making him promise to not discriminate or judge anyone for their race, religion, sexual orientation, appearance, etc. (My sister literally joked “DONT BE RACIST” and then her jaw dropped when Richard said just that). There’s a multitude of moments in the first half of the show where Richard basically is just glaring at Seigi or telling him off later with a deadpanned expression for being xenophobic or just blunt about things that end up being rude to customers, and it’s because of how surprising it is that the show NEVER misses a moment to be like “YEAH ACTUALLY DON’T BE RUDE” that makes it hilarious. It feels almost unreal when everything you make a joke about happens two seconds afterwards.

Circling back to Richard and Seigi relationship though, early on I called on the idea that the show was going to have the trope of “he’s rich and from Europe so he’s illegitimate or something and he’s going to have to go back and Seigi will run after him in this big airport scene” and I basically got all that. Except that Richard and Seigi don’t meet up again until they’ve both been in England for a while and then we learn that Richard’s family are terrible people because a clause in their dead great grandfather’s inheritance made it so only Richard can inherit this 300 million pound Diamond but ONLY if he married a traditional English housewife. This clause is said to be VERY VERY strict in that it HAS to be an English housewife to the LETTER. And she must be TRADITIONAL. Of course, Richard is refusing to do this. So you’re watching them mess around in England for a bit, I got another cliche/trope I wanted when Seigi fell sick and Richard had to care for him in the hotel room, before the characters suddenly get a phone call and Richard’s cousin goes:

“Hey Seigi! Guess what? Turns out you qualify for the marriage clause! Despite being Asian, the will and the law consider a homosexual civil partnership equivalent to a heterosexual marriage, so you can be with Richard and then he get’s the Diamond! So I’ll see you at the safe where the Diamond will be at!”

(I’m paraphrasing the words obviously but the part about civil partnership was what I specifically remember being said, but forgive me for any errors, as my jaw was on the floor when the show threw that curveball at me).

In case you’re confused, I’m not saying this is bad at all. I’m just saying when watching this show, it feels UNBELIEVABLY HILARIOUS the way these things literally get thrown at the audience. Stuff you would never expect in an anime just punch you in the face repeatedly and I was so shocked from this “viable marriage candidate” twist that I did SENSE was coming (but thought of it more of as a joke, BECAUSE HOW THE HECK DID HE FIT THE CLAUSE OF A TRADITIONAL ENGLISH HOUSEWIFE) I had to pause the episode and rush to spit out the water I just drank before I choked. And if this wasn’t enough to kill me, we learn later on, that the reason this whole crazy clause happened in this dead man’s will was because he wanted to get back at the rest of Richard’s family because the man’s son was marrying a woman from Sri Lanka and LITERALLY SAID “THE WHITE SUPERMACISTS” WOULD HARASS HER so all of this chaos was to give the fortune to their side of the family and piss off the racists. I just cannot believe I’m hearing and seeing all this in a Japanese anime. There was even discussion of how Japan’s traditional gender roles restrict women, and it’s just like HOW IS THIS SHOW SO PROGRESSIVE??? It literally feels like I’m watching a paradox and it’s sad because it shouldn’t but it’s hilarious and enjoyable all the same.

Once again, and sort of a TLDR, The Case Files of Jeweler Richard is an incredible show. It’s an unintentionally hilarious ride that isn’t baiting because it feels like it’s definitely presenting Richard and Seigi’s relationship as romantic coded without needing a kiss or anything. It’s strangely progressive and open minded for Japanese media, seems meta at times, and has left me stunned in ten out of twelves episodes thus far that I’m so sad I didn’t watch it week to week to see the reactions of the fans live. I highly recommend this series if you’re looking for something to just get you to laugh or just a fun story involving two male leads with great chemistry.

Now, here’s a representation of me watching this show:

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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[just-my-fandom]

Reach Out (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader)

Date Started; December 28, 2020

Date Published; December 28, 2020

Summary; Reader and Peter seek comfort in one another after Tony Starks death.

Warning(s); Death, cursing, spoilers for FFH if you haven’t seen it

A/N; Not me crying while reading this. And I haven’t seen FFH, I used YT!

. . .

“Part of the journey is the end,”

You can’t stand it. Stand sitting here, listening to your father tell you goodbye- properly.

The hologram now stares at your empty spot on the couch, moving to talk to your younger sister as he physically could not see you moving out the front door, Peters figure quick to follow behind you when Pepper moves to stand up,

“Hey,” Peter rushes, his own throat tight as he follows you down the steps of the front porch, catching your wrist, “Hey- angel,”

“I hate him so fucking much,” You heave out a deep breath through a sob, eyes pinch shut tight to let two- three tears slip to your jaw, “He just- he never thinks about the outcome of his decisions, about how much it ends up fucking hurting us, Pete,”

Peter slides his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him so your arms slid to his torsos, nose pressed hard against his dress jacket,

“I miss him,” You sniffle, Peter ducking his head into your hair when his own eyes begin to burn, “I can’t believe- believe he’s gone,”

“I know,” Peter murmurs, free arm mirroring the other so your head turned to tuck beneath his chin, “I know, baby,”

With another flutter of your eyes, the tears are released so you sniffle, lifting your head enough to press your nose to Peters neck,

“What’s gonna happen?” You whisper, Peter opening his eyes so he stared at the lake behind you,

“We’re gonna stick together,” He murmurs, “Like always,”

You slowly peel back so Peters hands slid to your face, thumbs caressing your jaw. He lips press to your forehead, slipping to your left cheek before your right, resting at your nose,

You nod, reassuring him and yourself so Peter nods back, his lips locking against yours, slowly. Your hands copy his behind his head, leaning back so your arms locked at his shoulders, pulling him down against your height.

. . .

“Okay, hold still,”

You flinch nearly for Peter when he hisses out in pain, Happy seated behind him with a needle and stitch at the back of his neck,

“I thought you had super strength,” Happy mutters, and you rub your face tiredly from where you sat two seats over in the jet,

“It still hurts,” Peter grumbles, hissing out a sharp, “Happy,” At a certain stitch.

“Relax,” Happy pleas, and you jump when Peter stands up, fist hitting the small table as he turns to face you and your fathers old best friend,

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Peter shouts, your eyes burning at the distressed look on his face, “How can I relax when I messed up so bad?”

Peters hands- trembling- reach up to tug at his hair, “I trusted Beck, I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing Mr. Stark left behind for me and now he’s going to kill our friends and half of Europe, so please,” Peter heaves a deep breath, sinking into the seat opposite of you, “Do not tell me to relax,”

Your eyes barely glance towards your godfather before you push off your seat, sliding into the one beside Peter to take his hand, which he instantly turns to take hold of your own, fingers tightening on yours,

“I’m sorry,” He repeats, twice, your head leaning forward so your forehead touched his temple, “I didn’t mean to yell, I didn’t mean to shout,” Peters eyes shut, and your free hand reaches up to wipe the tear at his jaw, “I just really miss him,”

“I miss him too,” You whisper, Peter barely turning his head so his forehead slightly rested against yours, “So much, every day, Pete,”

“Everywhere I go,” Peter murmurs, loud enough for Happy to hear, “I see his face. And the whole world asks who the next Iron-Man will be and I-,” Peter chokes on a sob so your hand at his cheek slides to his neck, pulling him closer to you if possible,

“Tony was my best friend,” Happys voice leads your eyes to open, head barely tilting to look at him, “And he was a mess. He always second guessed himself, but the one thing he didn’t second guess himself, was picking you,” Happy points to Peter, who raises his eyes.

Happys finger shifts to you, “Was making sure you grew up to be the tough young woman you are today. Yeah, you became a hero at a young age, witnessed things most twelve years olds didn’t,” You frown, leaning your head back against Peters, “But he knew damn well he was raising you right,”

You exhale a short laugh, turning your head to rest on Peters shoulder,

“And I know,” Happy continues, “Losing your father, your father figure, sucked. But it’s brought you two closer together,” Happys lips pull up when you lift your head, Peter glancing down at you, “And he’s watching over you two, too,”

Your eyes shut to release the tears your eyes held, Peters hand copying your own to slide behind your head, his lips pressing to your forehead, comfortingly,

“So,” Happy shifts in his head, “What’re we gonna do?”

You lean back to let Peter stand up, “We’re gonna kick his ass,”

“No, I mean right now,” Happy corrects, watching you move to pick up the small necklace your father gave you- holding your suit inside, “We’ve been hovering above a flower field for fifteen minutes,”

“Right,” Peter shuts his eyes, huffing a breath, “He’s tracking MJ and Neds phones, give me your phone,” He demands, Happy quick to hand him his small device, “They’re in London,”

“London,” You repeat, nodding as you open the back part of the jet, “Pick your suit,” Peters eyes flick to yours, and you flick your eyebrows, “Dont think Dad had all the fun building your armor,”

“Y/N, I love you,” Peter breathes, moving up to cup your head, pressing his lips to yours, breathlessly,

“I know,” You whisper, patting his chest and pointing, “Now come on! We gotta get to London,”

[gaming-universe]

Who We Are || Russell Adler

Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

-PART FIVE-

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS: COLD WAR! IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN THEN PLEASE DONT READ! Gore, violence, course language, mature content.

Summary: Betrayed and alone after surviving the events that took place on the Solovetsky Islands, Y/n ‘Bell’ L/n faces new and more dangerous threats when she learns that Perseus has other plans for his failed nuclear detonation of Europe. It was only a matter of time before Y/n came face to face with her old team. There is unfinished business between Y/n and Adler, as this operation proves to be more deadly than originally thought.

Author’s Note: So, after finishing the campaign, I needed to do Bell/Player and Adler justice. I loved this game so much, and chosing to play as the female character, I felt like there was a genuine connection between Bell and Adler throughout the game. There is a tag list open for anyone that wishes to stay up to date with the series. Simply comment below. Gif by @travelllar (I have to apologise for taking so long to post this part. I have been going through a lot of personal stuff lately).

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It had been an intense staring contest between you and Park for the last five minutes.

Even though internally you did feel somewhat intimidated by her presence, you stood tall, folding your arms over your chest as your eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. Every fibre of your being screamed at you to tear the bitch apart, to yell and scream at her for her part in what she did to you. If Mason hadn’t been standing beside you, you just might have done it. “You’re looking well...” She spoke lowly, no ounce of regret in her tone as she tried to micking your posture “for a dead woman”. You scoffed a laugh, your jaw clenching as your tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth. You raised a challenging eyebrow, the corner of your lips tugging upward in a matching smirk. “So do you” You replied, your tone so cold that Mason recoiled from its harshness.

Her eyes glazed over with a look of pure hatred, Woods releasing a low whistle from his place at the coffee table which did nothing to ease the now increased tension. A pair of footsteps entered the room, Adler clearing his throat as he moved to stand on your other side, blocking your view of Park. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his voice low and dangerous. Your chest tightened at his tone. It wasn’t the type of tone he used when something had gone wrong, or when he was left in the dark or confused. Adler was pissed, perhaps borderline furious.

“You didn’t come back to the safehouse last night, I got worried” She replied, her response making you roll your eyes. You watched observantly as Adler’s shoulders tensed beneath his leather jacket, quickly turning to face you with a look of anger. His arm brushed yours as he moved to grab you forearm with his hand. “We need to talk, now” He practically seethed, dragging you out of the living room and into the upstairs hallway. You said nothing as Adler released your arm from his hold, pacing back and forth before bracing his hands on his hips. When Adler’s gaze finally moved to you, his entire demenour changed. His shoulders slumped, as he ran a stressed hand through his hair. “I was going to wait until Hudson got here, but I need you to be one-hundred percent on board, or at least on the same page as I am. I want you back on the team”.

You shook your head, biting your lips anxiously “Adler, I’m not sure-”

“Just hear me out. You know more about Perseus than anyone here Y/n. I need you. That’s why I need to know if you are with me or not” He spoke sincerely, moving just that little bit closer so that he was standing mere inches from your form. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking up at him through his sunglasses. “If I agree to be part of the team again, you have to promise not to screw me over. If you screw me over even once, I am out”.

Adler nodded “I promise, like we said this morning. No more lies, no more bullshit. You will be the first person to know about everything that is going on when I do. I promise”. You stared up at him with a nervouse expression. You still weren’t entirely sure whether or not this was a good idea. But you wanted Perseus dead more than anyone. There was a burning anger buried deep within you that had been there for a very long time. Right now, you might not have known the exact reason why it was there, but it was enough to make you accept Adler’s offer wholeheartedly.

Nodding in what you assumed was relief, Adler continued “Okay, now I’m going to tell you this in confidence, and you cannot let anyone know about what I am going to tell you. Hudson and I suspect there is a mole in the team”.

Your eyes widened, your lips parting slightly in shock. “What? Do you have any idea as to who it might be?” You asked, not liking the way Adler’s expression fell. “No, we don’t. A month after you...after you were KIA, we started intercepting outgoing coded messages from someone in this team. With your skills, we could find out who it is in a matter of days. We just need-”

“Hudson. We just need Hudson to approve this little operation, huh?” You finished for him, once again feeling yourself becoming somewhat closed off again. Adler moved to place his hand comfortingly on your shoulder “I’ll take care of it, you don’t have to worry-”

“But I do. No offence, but you don’t think Hudson might be a little on edge after discovering that I am alive? And what about the huge mistake about my defection? I’m sure he would be super pissed off about it-”

“I have no doubt he will be, but one thing is for sure, he won’t be pissed at you” Adler interrupted, raising his eyebrow at you with a small tug of his lips “I can guarantee you that”. Your eyes met his, peering through those glasses to search for any sign of doubt, for any sign of hesitancy coming from the man before you. When you found none, your shoulders slumped heavily, your gaze turning towards the square curtained window at the end of the hall. “Alright...” You began, trying to hide the growing uneasiness from your voice “so what happens after we are done here? Where do we go?”.

“We’ll head back to the safehouse in West Berlin. From there, Woods, Mason, Park and myself will focus on this new lead we have on Perseus, Operation Hydra. You and Sims will focus on decoding those messages, and finding out who our mole is”.

A haunting chill travelled down your spine, as vivid flashes of your time at that safehouse consumed you; being strapped to that gourney, the serum coursing through your veins and setting your senses alight in a painful fire. The thundering of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears, the taste of copper in your mouth-

Adler watched as your eyes glazed over, your mind going to a dark place that even he didn’t dare venture. This was all his fault. He had damaged you, likely beyond repair. Your features that once looked at him with such a bright smile, had lost the glow. You were a shadow of your former self, in more ways than one. And it was all because of him. He gently tightened his grip on your shoulder, a strange warmth enveloping him as your eyes immediately cleared, lifting to stare up at him with a small forced smile. It truly amazed him how resiliant you were, even after everything you had been through.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to calm your racing heart before nodding your head slowly. “We should probably head back downstairs. Who knows what chaos has gone on between Woods and Viktor”.

The way you suddenly changed the subject caused Adler’s stomach to twist, but he didn’t press the issue as he chuckled deeply, rolling his eyes in amusement as he stepped away from you. “You have a point, no doubt he’s probably broke by now” He teased, gesturing for you to go down the stairs ahead of him. You nodded, moving past him with small steps. You knew for certain that this would change things, with you now back on the team. But strangely, you felt like this was where you belonged. That you were meant to be with Adler and his team. But time would tell you supposed, and you hoped to god that this little arrangement would work out.

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[enviedear]

secrets that you keep → peter parker

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in a consolation trip back to europe, the kids of midtown high are eager to have a normal vacation, finally. but you on the other hand are on a mission. something weird is going on with peter parker, and you’re going to figure it out.

PAIRING ⌙ peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.4k

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“-smaller group than before, but we’ll still have fun guys. the tour company has made precautions for you kids. there will not be a repeat of last year.” mr. harrington babbles.

you sink lower into the bus seat. you did not want to be back in europe. truthfully you want to be anywhere but here. wherever, here, was. no one knew. cell service went out about five miles back and the bus driver didn’t speak english. 

“yeah guys, don’t worry. this trip is going to be ten times worse than the last. it’s already started bad since we don't know where we ARE!” flash yells, running a hand down his face.

mr. harrington tries to calm him and the rest of the bus down, to no avail.

you block out the commotion and stare out of the bus window. grass, farm, cattle, shack, more grass, more farm. and not one single cell tower in sight. this is it, you think, this is how it ends, stranded in a foreign country with the most annoying people you’ve ever known.

“guys, GUYS! my service is back,” betty yelps. “it says we’re in wiveliscombe, and that it’s going to be three hours until we reach london.”

her words are met with groans.

“at least we have cell service now.” jokes peter parker, who’s sat in the seat across the aisle from you. he’s cute and nice, but weird. last year’s trip he had about a thousand excuses as to why he’d leave the group and if it happened this year, you were gonna figure out why. no matter what it took.

“mhm, and since we have access to the endless possibilities of the internet again, we don’t have to talk..” you huff.

“i.. sorry. i didn’t-” you cut him off by placing your earbuds back into your ears and turning the volume up. 

something about peter irked your nerves in a way you couldn’t understand. maybe it was the way he knew fucking everything. maybe it was the way his body became incomprehensibly fit in such a short period of time. you really couldn’t understand that. even went as far as to do research on steroids, but found there was no way he could be using those. most probably it was the nonsense of his idiotic excuses. he might be able to fool everyone else, but not you. you knew there had to be something going on.

he and his stupid cute little brown curls, button nose, and six pack were under your firm watch.

by the time the bus reached the hotel the sun was beginning to set. jet lagged and in need of a long shower, you’re one of the first to fly into the hotel.

“It's me and you for the next week.” mj smiles, holding out a room key for you. truthfully, you really liked mj. she was cool and liked a lot of the same things as you. but she had one fatal flaw in your eyes, she used to date peter parker.

it was a short lived relationship, almost everyone saw it as a fling. peter and mj were just… too different. but they remain close friends.

it’s not like you were jealous... just, a tad bit jealous. besides, that ship had sailed and your goal wasn’t to end up like mj on the last trip to europe. no, you had other plans.

“cool. we can watch murder mysteries tonight and grab some snack from the convenience store down the street.” you grin.

the rooming situation for everyone else took entirely too long. it started with flash being upset that his room requirements weren’t being met. he wanted nothing to do with a roommate. this, caused his previous roommate, zander, to object to rooming with someone so, ‘coddled’.

took a full twenty minutes to resolve the issue. 

“mj, you still wanna visit the national gallery tomorrow?” asks the one and only peter parker.

“uh, yeah. y/n, wanna join?” she questions.

you were ready to object, finding it far more intriguing to stay in and sleep but then you remembered your little mission. if you wanted to figure out what peter parker’s deal was, you’d have to be around him. 

“sure. nothing better to do.” you shrug, peering straight into peter’s eyes. 

“i, uh- i thought we’d get an early start to the day. ned wants to go on the jack the ripper tour, so that gives us until one to look through the museum.” peter rambles.

“alright, me and y/n will meet you two down here around ten thirty.” mj clarifies.

“see you then. night mj,” he looks to you. “goodnight y/n.”

you narrow your eyes at him, “sleep tight parker. busy day tomorrow.”

with that you and mj enter your room, ready to sleep off the jet lag. and soon enough, sleep carries you into her open arms, preparing you for the day ahead.

the next morning consists of peter and ned rushing in and out of their room. the duo forgetting nearly everything they needed for the day. it was extremely annoying. but you’d take watching the two ninnies scramble about over this tour you’re forcing yourself to get through right now.

the national gallery was proving to be a bore. maybe it was you. or maybe it was the dull ass tour guide. either way, you’re finding it hard to focus on any of these artworks around you.

“this is the arnolfini portrait. it’s the work of jan van eyck and it is believed to depict an italian merchant named giovanni di nicolao arnolfini. this painting has remained in the national gallery since 1843.” the tour guide drones.

you peer up at the art, searching for anything to interest you about it. you try to focus of the dark green of the woman’s dress, then the small dog, but nothing about this art is appealing to you. instead, you find the whispered conversation going on behind you to be much more intriguing.

“ned how am i going to make it all the way to japan and back here before the ripper tour?” peter grumbles.

japan?

“i don’t know, but i really don’t want to go on a tour of the most infamous and creepy serial killers of all time without my best friend.” ned whispers.

“but mj will be there, and.. y/n.” peter assures.

���great. they both creep me out. that’s like, two extra loads of creepy added onto the already creepy tour.” ned huffs.

“dude, i have to go… mr. stark is waiting on me.” peter pleads.

you hear ned give an annoyed, “fine.”

you wait a few seconds before turning around to face peter’s friend.

“where did peter run off to?” you ask, as innocently as you can.

“uhhhh- the bathroom. the uh, hotel bathroom. yeah, must have been those tomatoes he ate with his breakfast today.” ned gulps.

“mhm. well i think i’ll meet up with him. he shouldn’t walk all the way back alone.” you smirk, shoving past ned and running the direction peter went.

it took a good minute to find him outside, the boy running into a bakery. but once your eyes find him, you rush straight in, right behind him. eyes narrowed and full of questions. 

the brown haired boy quickly enters a bathroom and you grin. 

no escaping now, parker.

you wait outside the bathroom eagerly. only for minutes to pass. no sound escapes the room and you furrow your brows.

you knock on the door, no answer. annoyed you open the door, only to be met with an empty bathroom. 

an empty bathroom with an opened window.

what the fuck?

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“we’ve been upgraded!” mr. harrington gleams, looking down at our tired faces.

“last time we were upgraded we almost died.” betty sighs.

“ah- what did i say, we’re not going to repeat last year,” harrington retorts. “now...how do you guys feel about paris?”

well those words certainly livened up the breakfast table. train tickets are soon passed around, and you study yours, spoonful of yogurt still in your mouth.

“hey y/n, mj and i are gonna go to the louvre when we get there,” ned grins. “wanna come with?”

you chuckle, “another museum? nah, i’m good.”

mj quirks a brow at you, “this museum is home to the mona lisa. it’s not just any museum.”

“and the mona lisa is not just any painting… it’s an ugly one.” you huff.

ned guffaws at you.

“honestly, i might skip out too.” peter says.

you turn to face him, “great. you and i can explore paris while mj and ned explore another museum.”

he shifts in his seat, “i dunno i was thinking of-”

mj cuts him off, “i think that’s a great idea y/n. don’t you, peter? you remember what harrington said.. no repeat of last year.”

her eyes are cold as she awaits his answer and he fidgets more in his seat.

“i just think it might be best for me to stay here… ya know in case mr. stark needs anything.”

you roll your eyes, “dude, you’re just an intern. what could he possibly need that his other ten thousand interns can’t do.”

“technically he only has like six other… interns.” peter mumbles.

“but uh.. they can handle whatever mr. stark needs from you. i mean they’ve been av- uh, interns, for a while.” ned says, eyes pleading with his friend.

peter sighs before smiling at you, “alright, me and you versus paris.”

no peter parker, me and myself versus your dirty little secret.

somehow you got to sit next to peter in an empty train car for the ride to paris. and holy shit.. could he talk.

his eyes did have a way of lighting a fire inside you as he talked but, that, was not the point.

it was between an empty car with peter or full car sat between flash and harrington.

peter is always better than the latter.

“-anyways, how’d you convince your parents to let you go back to europe?” he asks.

“i didn’t. they made me.” you say simply.

peter slumps into his seat a little, “uh, why?”

“because when they were younger they traveled the world. i dunno, i guess they expect me to want to as well.” 

“oh. well, are you enjoying it so far.” he asks.

i’d enjoy it more if i could figure out your damned secret, parker.

“sure.”

and then, finally, peter is quiet. 

but not for long, as the train comes to a screeching halt.

over the train speakers comes a booming voice, “veuillez rester calme. le train s'est arrêté en raison d'un dysfonctionnement du moteur.”

your body tenses and you look at peter, “please tell me you understand french?”

“a little.. i dont think we need to worry. they said it’s just an engine malfunction.” he nods, looking around the train car.

you try to breathe. 

everything is okay. there’s no evil robots coming to destroy a train car with two innocent teenagers. that’s so pre civil war. just breathe. 

suddenly a loud bang is heard from the car behind you. not just any bang… a gunshot.

“holy shit.” you whisper, stiff as a board.

peter on the other hand is rummaging through his bag.

“parker! what the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.

“i.. just trust me okay? when i tell you to run… run.”

you look at him with a scowl, “i’m not going to be the sacrificial pig for slaughter, asswipe.”

he rolls his eyes, “i’m going to run with you. we’re going to find an empty car and then… wait for spiderman.” 

you blink. the kid’s gone insane.

“peter. listen, i know coping with your own inevitable death can be hard but, spiderman.. really?” you groan.

another loud bang comes from the car behind you. 

peter looks at you, taking your hand in his. 

the door to your car bursts open.

“run!” peter yelps, rushing into the next car, the gunmen not far enough behind.

“holy shit i’m gonna die.” you scream.

peter throws something at the gunmen when the two of you enter the next car, separating the two of you from the monsters.

but the kid didn’t throw just anything at them. motherfucker threw a damn door. a metal train door.

by the time you process the information, peter is pulling you into a cramped bathroom.

“i don’t have much time but basically, hi, i’m spiderman. those guys back there are people tony stark pissed off really bad and i need you to hide in here until i fix this issue.”

with that he pulls his jacket off revealing the spiderman suit you’re so used to seeing on the news.

“that’s your secret? this entire time i’ve been hanging around you trying to figure it out, and it turns out you’re spiderman. i would have thought anything before fucking spiderman.” you dwell, eyes wide.

he slips his mask on, “wait, you only hung out with me because you thought i had a secret? i mean.. i did but-”

another loud bang interrupts him, “nevermind. we’ll talk about this later. stay here and don’t tell anyone what i just told you.”

you nod, and watch him exit the bathroom.

so much for “not a repeat of last time.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“at least it wasn’t witches this time.” mr. dell sighs.

your entire fourth period groans. 

“what! our world is infested with witches now. i don’t even know why i’m teaching science. i’m gonna turn around one day and suddenly i’ll be teaching witchcraft.”

your eyes return back to your desk, staring a hole into the old wood. your trance is broken by a crumpled piece of paper. you roll your eyes and turn your attention to peter, who after europe has been watching you like a hawk.

you open the paper to see, ‘listen, mr. stark said i need to get written evidence that you won’t spill the beans. please sign below.’

you grimace but sign at the bottom of the paper and hand it back to your new ninny friend.

that’s right. friend. despite being one of the most annoying people on the planet, with the weirdest secret ever.. peter was nice. he was really nice. he liked almost everything you did and listened intently to whatever you had to say.

“earth to y/n.” his voice calls from beside you.

“oh? is class over?” you ask.

he nods and holds his arm out to you. you take it and give him a half smile.

you may find peter parker to be the weirdest dude ever, but you can’t deny that the secret superhero is starting to flood your mind. you never thought you’d be the one to say it, but peter parker is the coolest weirdo you’ve ever met.

and besides, your mission was a success. you figured out his secret and obtained a friend along with it.

well, friend, until you could complete your newest mission.

telling him you like him. like, a lot.