#it gets foggy there so I know why it isnt a thing

[manda-kat]

I think, legally, if a studio/game developer/publisher/whatever has the rights to an IP, but they go for five or more years without releasing any projects related to that IP, the rights to the property should return to the person who originally pitched or wrote it and they can repitch it somewhere else or continue it on their own as they see fit, or just keep the rights and know that nobody can butcher the property.

Obviously, companies should keep the rights to the projects they create while the IP is theirs and any characters or concepts that they introduced that was not the original creators idea should belong to their individual versions, but I think if more creators had the option to take their beloved brain child and walk if a studio decides they actually don't want to do anything with the IP, they should be more than capable of doing so.

This should also apply to cancelations without any plans for new projects AND media being removed from streaming and viewing should automatically return to the original creator.

[sturnwritess]

Is it Casual now?

warnings: angst, cussing, crying, drinking, bit of smut.

pairing: mattsturniolo x femalexreader

summary: you and matt have been “friends” for a long time, to him u were just another girl that he deeply loved, and him to you was everything u wished for.

a/n: i know this song is for wlw but i wanted to use it for the story.

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10:26 pm

“fuck matt” you say, his tongue is in your walls as he’s eating you out. He looks up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, he smirks against your pussy making his ego even bigger. You’re currently in the back of your car and the windows are getting foggy. “im mh about to cum” you say breathless, “go ahead pretty girl” he says and that tips you over the edge. once you both got cleaned up, “can you drive me to a restaurant?” he asks.

“i was wondering if we could hangout?” you ask, he looks at you “i thought this was just a hookup though but i gotta get going my mom invited me to dinner” he says not looking at u playing with his hands. “oh ok which restaurant?” you ask looking at him. He looks up “uh yellowbricks on blackstone” he says.

You’re almost to the restaurant and you pull into the parking lot, “my mom also wants to see you, so can u come in?” he ask staring his eyes into yours. “uh yea ill go see your mom.” you say looking away, you got out of your car and walk into the restaurant. You and matt spot jimmy, marylou, chris and nick, you walk up to the table and say hi to everyone.

“y/n why dont you join us?” marylou asks, “she actually has to go mom” matt says looking up at you. “oh yeah i have this thing marylou im so sorry maybe another time?” you say, “of course just text me on facebook to let me know!” she says smiling. “ok. i will, nice to see everyone bye!” you say as you’re leaving. You feel like a burden to matt as you walk out, you get into your car and suddenly matt walks out.

He knocks on your window, “hey uhm i left my jacket in your backseat” he says “ oh ok the doors are unlocked.” you look at the backseat as he grabs it, tears dwelling in your eyes. He notices “hey are you ok pretty girl?” he asks “mhm” u say looking away, he grabs your chin “i hope this isnt about me saying your busy.” he looks at u with his brows furrowed.

“its not matt” you yank his hand off your chin, he furrows his brows “we agreed this was casual” he says. you nod and roll up your window, he walks away with his jacket in his hand and his grip so hard his knuckles were white. “casual” starts playing by Chappell Roan, you feel the tears trying to drip away from your eyes. you just started driving home, but all you could think of matt.

flashback

“thats the best time we’ve ever had sex and i mean it” he says looking into your iris, “whatcha thinking about pretty girl?” he asks. “oh nothing just like us what we are” you say still staring into his mesmerizing eyes, “you’re my everything y/n” he says. you giggle looking away, “you’re my everything too matt”.

end of flashback

you grip onto the steering wheel trying not to cry, but the tears escape your eyes and u cant help but let out sobs. you try not to think of how good you and matt used to be, but now you think back it was just casual. it hurts your stomach so much thinking about it, how everything happened and why. he was just a boy you banged on your couch but, damn him for making you feel like this.

day later

matthew❕

hey y/n

do you want to hangout?

i see you reading my texts

please dont leave me on read

dont be like this please

im coming over

read 10:19 am

you continue sobbing into your comforter and bury yourself, you soon hear your doorbell ring and you cant bring yourself to get up and see his face. so you just ignore the sounds but they dont stop, for a second they stopped and then got louder. you groaned not even bothering to brush your hair or wipe way the tears, you walk down the stairs and go open the door.

you open the door and his eyes soften once he sees your red eyes and tear stains on your cheek, “can you stop staring matthew?” you say looking away “yeah m’sorry”. “did you leave something or want to say something? you clear your throat saying. “cmon we agreed that no feelings attached y/n” he says, you close the door behind him.

“how was i suppose not to?” you ask, he looks away “you said i was your everything matt!” you say as anger arises inside of you “i know i know but please dont be mad because- you cut him off “no i get to be mad matt because you said we were casual but people who are casual dont say shit like that!” you scream.

“please dont say what you dont mean y/n” he says, “we should just end this whatever this is.” you say as a tear slips down your cheek. “no no please y/n i need you!” he says as his eyes dwell with tears, “no you need someone who loves you and i thought i could give that to you but i really cant because you wont give it back or say some stupid shit like this is casual matt”.

“i didnt mean it please please dont do this” hes screaming in sobs, your heart breaks at the sight but you knew this had to be done for his sake and yours. “please matt dont make this harder than it is.” you put his head into your chest as you say. hes sobbing into your chest and every time you feel his tears slipping a piece of your heart shatters.

“i really did love you matt and i mean it.” you say as you bring his head up to meet your eyes, “please i dont want to lose you please please just dont do this”. he says and with that you kiss his forehead “matthew you need to go baby please.” you say. “can you hold me one more time y/n” he asks as his eyes are practically red and tears drip down each time.

“yes matt come here” you say as you bring him to your chest, you felt as time froze around you but the reality matter more than the fantasy you pictured. “okay sweetboy its time to go.” you say removing your arms from him, “i loved you too y/n” he says as he brings your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. “do you think we could ever be soulmates in another universe?” he asks looking at you.

“god i hope so” you say looking at him as he walks out your door. you both knew that was the last time he would ever enter and leave your house. you both loved each other just maybe in another life.

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hey so uhm this was really short and im sorry but i didnt know what to write lol

@sturnioloshacker @sturtriple16 @mattscoquette @mattybsgroupie

[tan1shere]

Hi I was wondering if you could please write a billie fic where she comforts the reader? it could literally be anything at all i just like the hurt/comfort or angsty that ends off fluffy kinda stuff if that makes sense!! 💙

You're My Comfort

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: coming rightttt up !! Enjoy, babe <3 (this is a lil short I'm sawry ☹) -alsooo dunno If you just put that heart or want to be on my emoji anons, just lmk if so !

Summary: you had been struggling lately, and like always you bottled it up, til you were at your breaking point. But rest assured billie was there to pick you back up again.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxiety attack and slight depression, bit sad but fluffynezzz near da end 😇

Masterlist

You loved weather like this, it made you feel comfortable and secure in your own weird little way. You've always loved the rain. The foggy atmosphere. As crazy as it sounds it brought you joy. So when Billie found you out, laying in your guys backyard. Letting the rain drench your body. She knew you were at your happiest. Or were you?

No. The answer was no. You had been a tad more distant with her recently and it did worry her, you were always so bubbly but she was very aware of the depressive states you'd occasionally get into. It worried her more so, the fact she never knew when. You'd keep it to yourself because you never wanted to feel like a nuisance. Like you were troubling her. But little did you know she'd help massively. She came out, seeing your body laying down, back against the grass. It was pouring down, you were truly soaked and maybe even a little cold. You felt cold regardless. Icy.

She got on the ground with you. "Talk to me." She said calmly. Looking to her side at your face. You had silent tears which she thankfully couldn't see. You didn't respond at first. "Please." She pleaded, grabbing your hand and placing it in hers. You could be in mud and she'd still join you. You didn't know why you weren't worth the trouble. Your head turns to face her, blank. No emotion. "Isnt the rain pretty." You averted your attention back on the dull sky. Making her sigh. "Baby, Somethings really bothering you. Are you getting into a depressive state again?" Again, no answer. But if she kept going you might just break.

"Are you feeling gross-?" - "Yes billie. I'm feeling disgusting. I feel stupid and i don't even know why, maybe it was that dumb interaction I had with that lady the other day. Maybe I'm freaking out like crazy because I can't seem to get this little tiny demon. Out. Of. My. Head."

She stared at you in shock as you were shaking, you hadn't even noticed. But now tears were streaming out. Billie immediately wraps you in her embrace, saying nothing. Letting you cry in the safety net of her arms. Your eyes soon shut letting out all that pent up emotion, that you tried so desperately to get rid of. Turns out you needed what Bill was doing. You needed that kind of warmth. Being in your true happy place. Her hand strokes your hair sweetly, her chin resting atop your head. Wishing she could take all your pain away.

You sob into her chest, shaking uncontrollably. But not because you were cold. Your heart rate picked up, feeling every little thing come crashing down. She rocks you in her arms, giving quiet shh's repeating "You're ok. Its fine." Until your breathing eventually calms down, getting over that pesky anxiety attack. "There you go." She speaks, moving your wet hair out of your face.

"I'm worthless Bil." Her brows furrow. "Where on earth is that coming from love?" You shrug. "My brain, it keeps repeating it. Over and over." She looks in your eyes. "Well say that it's not true and tell it to go find some other mind to bug. You're not worthless baby, you're amazing. And strong might I add. Dealing with this almost every day. I'm proud of you." Your eyes gleam as she says those 4 words, having a small smile on your face after what felt like weeks. It warms her heart tremendously. Missing that smile heaps. Her arms wrap you in such a warm hug briefly.

"I get you angel girl. Always have, yeah?" She explains, pulling back to cup your face. "But you need to let me in. Please." You want to now. Even if you and billie haven't been dating for long, you knew you were in love with her. And that kept growing and growing each day. "Let me help you I'm here, and I always will be." You nod at her, a thumb swiping under your eye shortly after. The rain continues to cascade over you both. "Billie?" She hums in response. Admiring your features. "I think i love you."

A long pause emerges making you panic. "Well I mean- not think that sounds a bit mean and i-" Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Shutting up that silly rambling. "You're adorable." She laughs a little. "I love you." Your eyes light up as she says that. "You're truly my comfort Billie, thank you for that." She smiles big time, bringing you back into her arms. "Head up baby girl, I ain't leaving."

"Promise?"

Her smile grows.

"Going to put a ring on that finger. I promise."

:,)

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE | chapter eleven !

“I would’ve much preferred to have your brother here instead.” God, he’s starting wonderfully. You and your father never had that good of a relationship, he has always liked your older brother more than you, only because he is a man. “But i feel like you’re going to be useful to catch some attention.”

Useful. Of course he’s talking about you as a tool. You know you’re pretty, you did grew as a beautiful woman and that’s probably the only thing he is proud of you for. “Is your dress different from the one i gave you?” You’re surprised he noticed, but its probably nothing good.

“I did alter it a bit.” These are the first words that come out of your mouth after minutes of silence in the car. Your dad takes a better look at your dress, he sighs right after, starting to walk towards the entrance of the huge mansion the gala is taking place at. “What a shame. Such talent wasted in woman. You know this can only be a hobby for you, right?”

“Yes.” You follow behind, your voice monotone, you’ve gotten used to these kind of comments in the twenty years of your life. You hate this, you hate being here, you hate being showed off, you hate having to smile at whoever he introduces you to and not being able to talk freely.

“Mr. Choi! Isnt it delightful to see you?” You turn around as you hear a woman call your father. She is definitely a beautiful, beautiful woman, and she kind of looks familiar, but you cant really tell why.

“Y/n, why dont you introduce yourself to the lovely Mrs Yang?” You smile at the woman in front of you. “Its a pleasure to meet you, i love the dress you’re wearing sweatheart.”

That honestly makes you want to cry. She’s complimenting your dress? The dress you spent a whole night on? “Thank you so much, i actually altered it myself and-“ You stop when your father puts a hand on your back to stop you. You fucked up. The woman looks at you with a smile on her face, then looks at your father.

“I didn’t even know you had a daughter. Where did you hide such a gem?” You bite your inner cheek, your father is not going to like this. A woman thinking good of you? This couldn’t go worse. You’ve heard of Mrs Yang here and there during dinner, and you know he despises her and only sees her company as competition.

Your father laughs at the woman’s words, and pats your back roughly, it may seem innocent from the eyes of someone else but you know all these pats are gonna leave a mark at the end of the night if you keep fucking up like this. “I usually bring my oldest son, he is the real gem of the family, he is now in New York to close a deal. Don’t you have a son too?”

“Oh yes! He’s finally back from the boarding school he went to in Europe. Where is he…” The woman looks around until she smiles, probably finding her son and calling him towards us. “Here he is, Jungwon is a really hardworking young man.” You freeze when you see Jungwon in front of you. Looking at them side by side.. they look identical, no wonder you found the woman familiar.

Jungwon smiles at you and then introduces himself to your father. You’re about to panic, Jungwon is the son of your father’s rival. This couldn’t go worse, you take a deep breath, your mind starts to get foggy, fuck fuck fuck fuck why did this had to happen to you? Jungwon is about to say something to you when suddenly Sunghoon appears, he puts an arm around the younger.

“Jungwon! My friend! Its been so long, should we catch up?” The woman smiles, probably thinking Jungwon has a good friend with him so Sunghoon doesnt think twice before taking him outside. You honestly feel like throwing up, this night couldn’t go worse. Your father pats your back one more time, in the same rough way as before. “Why dont you also catch up with your friends? Mrs Yang and I have some business to talk about.”

You nod and say a polite bye to the woman. You honestly dont know what to do, your head is spinning and your stomach has never hurt more. You look around for Wonyoung, but she is also busy talking with some other parents, you could go to Jay, but if your father saw you with a man it would probably make things even worse.

The best thing to do right now is just go to the bathroom and wait for all of this to end. So you walk outside, deciding that the farthest bathroom is the safest choice. Once out, you notice Sunghoon and Jungwon fighting, they’re still not throwing hands but its obvious they’re mad. You dont want to get too close, but you need to hear in case this turns out badly.

“I told you, you need to leave her alone. You’re just going to bring her more troubles, you don’t know Y/N. You dont know anything about how things work here.” “I dont care about how things work or how you built your fucking spoiled kids empire.” You sigh, thats enough, you dont need to hear more, you just need to be alone for a second.

You keep walking towards the bathroom, knowing damn well that they could see you, but its not like your care anymore. “Yn” you hear Jay call you, but you just shake your head, not wanting to talk with them. “Yn where are you going?” Jungwon takes you by your wrist, but you immediately get off of his grip, the fear of your father seeing this making you panic even more.

“Leave me alone!” You blurt out quite loudly, your legs are definitely shaking by now. “All of you, i need you to leave me alone, dont speak to me, dont get near me, and don’t touch me!” You take another deep breath, walking a few steps back. “Y/n…” “If you want to help just call Wonyoung.”

And that said you finally reach the bathroom, barely being able to breathe. You try to calm yourself down putting water on your wrists and neck. Maybe you really need to just get away from Jungwon. First it was Minji’s threat, now you just found your father despises his mother to death, this couldn’t get worse.

The second you start crying is when Wonyoung opens the door of the bathroom, the panic taking full control of your body as you sit on the floor. Your friend rushes to you. “I fucked up, Wony i fucked up so hard.” “Calm down, calm down yn its fine. Just tell me what happened, okay?” She sits in front of you, taking your hands in hers.

You take deep breaths, wanting this excruciating pain in your chest to finally end. You let the tears fall freely, not caring about your friend seeing you like this. “I think my father is mad at me and… and Jungwon, fuck. Everything surrounding him is so damn wrong i.. i don’t know what to do..”

“You dont have to do anything, Y/n. Right now lets just calm down, mh?” I nod, resting my head on the wall and closing my eyes. I’m glad Wonyoung is here, i’m sure she is the only one who can calm you down so easily. She sits next to you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder.

“And its not like you need Jungwon. I’m sure you’ll know what to do.”

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[oldmemoria]

okay heres the fucking thing about this script controversy that some people don't seem to get.

just gonna say it blatently:

strap in babes this is gonna be a long one!

The way Miguel O'Hara is written in the leaked transcripts is blatantly racist, here's why from a Latino himself!

all wrapped up in a sweet little bow for everyone who doesn't know how to comprehend what they're reading, cheers!

er. i mean.

¡Salud!

Miguel fans are not mad that they depicted him in a bad light and that they made it clear that he is in the wrong

WE FUCKING KNOW. WE'RE NOT STUPID.

Miguel has been depicted as a morally grey asshole since the early 1990s, which is when Spider-Man 2099 was initially debuted. And while yes, the movies are.... inaccurate, to say the least, it still stands.

The issue here is how he is depicted. They directly call Miguel O'Hara, a Latino man, an ANIMAL (he is directly called an animal TWICE. FUCKING TWICE.)

[1st image id: Miguel leaps onto Vulture, Clawing his way in past the renaissance armor. he is an ANIMAL. (keep in mind ANIMAL is literally in all caps.) /end id]

[2nd image id: Miguel SLASHES at the walls of light that surround Miles. Clawing the energy field apart, an animal in the throes of bloodlust -- /end id]

I need you to really soak in the fact that he is called "AN ANIMAL" twice. I'm awful at alts and ids but I feel I must so you can read it in plain text. sorry if they suck.

Our issue is not that the writers seem to have a bias against the character. a lot of writers write characters they dont particularly like and in turn tend to write them from a foggy lense of their own perception. An example would be Kate Cary and how she didn't like Crowfeather, a character she had to write about. I'm sure some of her bias seeped through. but this is different.

writing a Latino man as a bloodthirsty animal, implied to be called a predator because they call one of the people he fights (im not sure if its miles or the vulture, im leaning towards believing the former.) his "prey", THOSE ARE ALL RACIAL STEREOTYPES. ALL OF THEM.

[3rd image id: But Miguel can only see his prey: /end id]

There is no context to be needed here, the context is that this is miguel we're talking about and that they call him an animal. it does not matter if he is a villain or not (which he isnt, factually he fucking isnt im tired of having this conversation, fuck you). it matters that he's depicted in a racially insensitive way.

and this person brought this up pretty well actually, I didn't even think of it:

[4th image id: Tumblr user @/404-505 saying:

i want to be so mean to them

they couldn't write miguel crossing the border and stealing a job so they wrote him crossing into another universe and stealing his own identity

they couldnt write miguel as a drug addict so they gave him spider steroids instead /end id.]

They bring up a really good point about these clear stereotypes being seemingly. . . disguised behind points that are narratively relevant? This could literally just be pure coincidence, but noting how the writers wrote him before... it isn't looking too good for them. Sorry. Not sorry.

It is clear that there is some kind of bias against miguel that led to really disgusting, racist retoric. Whether or not it was intentional or if it was a first draft or whatever, the writers, which may i remind you were white, still wrote this at some point.

it makes me question whether or not they hated him because of his "bullshit utopia", their words not mine, or because of their own racial biases.

We cannot know because miguel is the only mexican character on the cast. I know Miles is Puerto Rican, but there are differences between how they were portrayed. also Puerto Ricans and Mexicans come from competely different cultural backgrounds that share simularities but are still different dont even try i will destroy you.

Using another users words again, but:

[5th image id: Tumblr user @/transmiguelohara says:

Don't talk to me about the Miguel parts in the script. I'm so disappointed in how the writers view him.

The difference between the way Miguel is written (antagonist, not the villain) vs Spot (the villain, whats to kill Miles' dad and everyone he knows) is soooo.....I don't know man it just screams racism in sorry. Describing Miguel as a bloodthirsty animal? Repeatedly? Treating him like he's mindless and has no motivation beyond having a hair trigger temper? It sucks man. /end id]

It also strikes me that now that we finally have a brown-skinned miguel, they write him like, well. this.

I don't really know if this is petty or not, but I want to wrap this back to the way the fandom also sees Movie Miguel.

Because TRUST ME it is not good either.

Miguel O'Hara Vs. FANDOM: Spoilers, it's been troubling since the beginning.

From the beginning (and by beginning in this case I mean since he was announced to be a character in this movie) Miguel has been continuously sexualized, beyond belief. He is repeatedly called "papi cholo" which NEED I REMIND YOU "Cholo" is a derogatory term used to call someone, usually a mexican person, a criminal or a delinquent.

FUCK YOU if you are not Latino OR hispanic and use this to describe people. from the bottom of my heart.

I'm pretty sure the majority of the people who called/ still currently call him "papi cholo" are mixing it up with "papi chulo" (white people moment.) which means something completely different but is still troubling as hell.

"papi chulo", which is slightly different in the way, just directly translates to "big daddy". Which again, Latino men being overly sexual "Latin Lovers" is ALSO A RACIAL STEREOTYPE. also its just blatant fetishization. Point blank fucking period.

Not only that but I notice a lot of art and fanfiction depicts him doing a lot of violence, or being very overbearing and demeaning, or in short terms.

a lot of people write him as physically and sexually aggressive.

fuck do you mean he growls during sex i can and will send you to space with no return.

which

for the millionth time

racial stereotype

halleluiah or however you spell it.

Having him say random spanish phrases you don't know the meaning or connotations of in your fanfiction is icing on the cake at this point.

fucking end me.

it isn't even only sexual depictions, since he's been shown in the movie, a lot of people seem to just see him as this guy who goes off and tries to kill children at a hairs trigger. which uh. fun fact no he fucking doesnt.

you clearly didn't watch the movie as well as you thought you did. hes just sarcastic and generally pretty level headed through the majority of his runtime, whether its implied by how characters around him act, or its just what we see on screen.

He doesn't necessarily have anger issues, the moment we see at the climax of the film is quite literally a mental break. he is not acting in a way that he usually would because he was cracking under the stress of holding the multiverse together with some scotch tape and orange glitter glue.

Also side tangent but he also has a mental break in the comics that's a little more... droopy and sad as compared to the movie, but it still happens. he has shitty mental health is what im saying. he only really lashes out angrily when hes at his wits end because that's how he grew up. he was taught to suppress his feelings and seem smaller when he was upset.

he is the result of abuse and neglect. of course he wouldn't be amazing at emotional regulation.

Which before anyone says it no, this is not an excuse for his actions. just an explaination that isn't "hes an angry animal that has it out for miles UwU" that everyone seems to have in their brain. I'm tired of you all. truly.

the sentiment that hes agressive and angry and his only emotion is anger and upsetness unless he's horny which is when he experiences all these emotions tenfold is. racist. idk how clear i have to be for people to get it through their damn skulls that the way the fandom depicts him is harmful. do i need to slap you in the face with a fish until you understand. do i need to burn your fanfiction. will you get it now that a 15 year old latino boy has to scream it in your face.

and dont even get me STARED on how inaccurately he is written

this is a more light hearted section because idk. feels like i should have it because this part is just comical, pun intended. How can you fuck up this hard guys.

I was gonna give them the benefit of the doubt because "Miguel has fresh trauma!" "He only shows up for like 10 minutes!" "insert 3rd reason!" for his drastic change in demeanor and personality, which, without context, are valid reasons for him to be a little different. trauma fucks you up man. we only see 10 minutes of him. but at this point im chalking it up to complete incompetence

it doesnt take that long to read a comic book guys. you could have done a little research, I know you can do it.

first off:

[6th image id: Miguel's SPIDER-SENSE goes off! He races to the edge if the building and peers into an empty alley -- /end id]

LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "SPIDER-SENSE"

Unless you didn't get the total of TWO jokes that they made in ONE scene (the vulture fight scene), Miguel doesn't have a spider sense. at all. He has elevated senses, but he doesnt have a spider sense.

guys

guys.

you made TWO jokes IN A ROW about it. YOU WHACKED HIM IN THE HEAD TWICE WITH IT. HOW DID YOU FORGET

I cant help but laugh! this is a rookie mistake! these are seasoned writers! They could have done at least a little research, or at least remembered that he doesnt have one, no? is it that hard? or does his lack of a spider sense only matter when you're making fun of your least favorite character? thats what I thought.

this one is less funny. not to sound like a stereotypical comic nerd but this infuriated me a little bit I'm not gonna lie.

[8th image id: tumblr user @/darksidecorner reblogged tumblr user @/spiderxpawz with:

They definitely didn't

a screenshot of the script reads:

AN INDUSTRIAL TANGLE OF HUGE PISTONS -- the literal DARK UNDERBELLY that undergrids Miguel's bullshit Utopia.

Miles doesn't know where to go... but he doesn't need to: SOMEONE YANKS him up into the safety of an alcove.

the user then continues:

This in particular made me PISSED because they quietly canonized that Miguel is CEO of Alchemax while conveniently ignoring that he did everything in his fucking power to BETTER Neuva York. Downtown wasn't built by him. It was built by people WAY before him.

I can excuse and defend some comic deviation, but THIS? Holy FUCK /end id]

I honestly cant tell if I find this part funny or pathetic because seriously. he did not do this. why are you blaming him for something he had nothing to do with. i dont think he decided "hey i should build a city for rich people over poor people because reasons" when he was like... not even alive. Alchemax did this before he was even sentient. it had always been this way since he was born. he also actively hated this decision. because he actively hates alchemax.

but right MIGUELS bullshit Utopia yeah HE did this that EVIL LITTLE BABY i cant believe him

kill me.

In conclusion:

I. . . Don't really know, to be honest. I'm still processing all this. I am genuinely disappointed and upset because this isn't okay. It never will be, and if it takes yet another blunt essay with absolutely no filter for people to understand it then so be it. I don't care if this comes off as mean. This is something I feel qualified to talk about and I will express my disappointment and anger if I want to.

All of the posts I reference I have reblogged within the last 24 hours of making this post, they shouldn't be that hard to find, but if you want the links to them here they are:

https://www.tumblr.com/spiderxpawz/735344322114977792/live-mexican-reaction?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/404-505/735289664739606528/they-couldnt-write-miguel-as-a-drug-addict-so?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/transmiguelohara/735289238625648640/cant-believe-the-writers-have-the-same-reading?source=share

if you want your image to be removed or for your link to be removed just ask and I'll do it. but currently im kinda bummed out and tired.

goodbye.

[piratefishmama]

Everything wrong with the liveaction Avatar and WHY.

in my own personal opinion that nobody need agree with me on.

Zuko fought back in the Agni Kai against his father.

Okay so, so far, there's been a lot of people trying to explain why this was wrong with the very limited space on twitter, i'm going to do it here, on tumblr, where i have unlimited space, whee. In the original show, Zuko, with pure terror in his heart, got down on his knees, begged, and pleaded for forgiveness that his father would not give, before being burned and banished for his weakness and disrespect. This gave the audience the impression that Ozai was fucking terrifying. His power was beyond comprehension, and he was so scary that his own son, his own progeny, would still be TOO AFRAID of him, to even dare cross him. Even at the cost of his honour. Ozai wouldn't even grant mercy to his own terrified son, scarring his face, a part of Zuko that he could never hide, so everyone would forever see the proof of Zuko's dishonour and shame. Ozai was awful. In every single way, but he was also terrifying. The Live Action version had Zuko fighting back. Not only did it have him fighting back, it also had him obtain an actual chance to win that fight. Now, an Agni Kai, is a fight between firebenders where the first person to be burned, loses. Undoubtedly, Ozai had many oppportunities to burn his son from the get go, but for a brief moment, Zuko has the upper hand, right here

It's right here, that Zuko could have won an Agni Kai against his father, the firelord, and big bad of the entire series, right out of the gate, before he'd even hit adulthood. Pathetic. Dont get me wrong, it's a cool scene, but it greatly diminishes how scary Ozai is supposed to be. Zuko has the strength to fight back, he's scared, but he's not paralyzed with fear, he's able to fight back, and damn near almost WIN. Shit's pathetic. Ozai almost got his shit rocked by a teenager. Who isnt even the avatar. Cartoon Ozai was a terrifying monster who had the actual avatar so scared he was having recurring nightmares about rocking up to the big fight without pants, this dude's just a terrible father with superpowers.

The Face Stealer Koh

In the original cartoon, Koh was introduced as a spirit old enough to know who and what the real world forms of the ocean and moon spirit were. A creepy stealer of faces who hunted by causing reactions in people. Stealing their faces wouldnt kill them, they just. Wouldnt have a face. In the live action, he appears in the 'Hei Bai' episode and hunts in the fog of lost souls, y'know, the place in Korra where lost souls get stuck in their worst memories? Then he cocoons them, and eats their faces. Like, full on eats them. And for some reason he was the one who grabbed the lost villagers in the Hei Bai episode, not Hei Bai. It's weird. Pretty sure one of them maybe got eaten, idk. Unclear. Gross and unclear.

Hei Bai plothole

Not so much a plothole as just... something missing. Hei Bai is seen in his 'distressed spirit' form, he's seen, his pain and distress is acknowledged multiple times, and the reason why he's distressed is seen, but he's never shown to be soothed. Aang buries an acorn in the ground near his damaged statue, but it never shows Hei Bai being soothed. In the cartoon he had to be handed the acorn to see it, to understand the implication and be calmed, if just burying an acorn in the ground would have worked, he'd have never been upset, because he'd have been able to see it himself in the ruins of the forest with there being acorns all over the place.

Wan Shi Tong cameo in Hei bai's foggy spirit forest

Dude why tf are you out of your library? Your foxes venture out into the world to find you things, get back to your library, what the hell r u doin out there?

WE DIDNT NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

WE DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

Gyatso's underwhelming skeletal remains.

In the cartoon they found him surrounded by dead firebender soldiers, having solo'd a ton of them by himself, an old man, a monk, all on his own. Giving the impression that either he fought them off until he fell, or he removed out the air in the room suffocating them all and himself. Both entirely badass ways to go. In the live action the firelord walks through his frankly impressive wall of airbending in a cool 'oo i'm on fire' trick, and burns him alive in front of a bunch of air nation children. The fucking dishonour on your whole goddamn family whoever decided upon that scene, jesus christ.

Azula wasn't scary

She was just... meh.

The Only Good Thing About the Avatar Live Action series.

Big spirit fish go brr.

[whiteoutzz]

Hi! Is it ok if you elaborate and/or explain how disabled characters within Wings of Fire aren’t treated well and/or written well within the series (and/or that Wings of Fire is very weird about disabled characters) please?

sorry it took me a bit anon, but i needed to gather my thoughts.

But basically; while there is alot i could focus on, that even with disabled characters that are good, their disabilty isn't really all that researched (both starflight and tamarin for example, but i don't know enough to make a whole post about them), or how narrative often treats them as disposable or not as important as rest of the characters (ospery literally exist just to be killed. and yes alot of characters die in wof, but he is one book and then is killed off for other characters progression) (also whiteout. but i will make analysis of her another time). or whatever stonemover had going on.

and even with jerboa iii / boa, she hides her missing talons out of shame in her story, but it almost seems like its so the auhtor is more comofrtable with her, and idunno maybe she stops doing that later but it does feel gross to me. < and yes i am aware that loss of her talons was in a traumatic way but it doesn't really justify it, especially with how other disabled characters are written.

and even fucking Scarlet, who is disabled as a punishment (in the narrative, not the story itself. also she hides her scar in some instances with animus magic, and yes im especially including her).

clay's disability is mostly forgotten both by books and fandom, and much more.

but i do think one of the things that angers me the most is chameleon, and how you can't really fix that without literally not making him a villain. HIS WHOLE MOTIVATION is that is he is disabled, angry at the ableism, and changing himself due to that. and greed too i guess, but you can't really ingore the disability part, and i just look at how he is written. HE IS LITERALLY EVIL BECAUSE HE IS DISABLED... in text he has a facial difference (even if he is rarley drawn with it), a sleeping disorder, and of course, not being able to change his scales. its the most visible one in fact. he is kicked out from his kingdom literally because he is disabled, and he is angry, and finds the scroll, and does evil things or whatever. (and also has peril and is a questionable father).

I can't really describe how angry i am at his character existing. And you can't fix him! At best you could have rainwings with his disability who aren't evil, but even then, his motivation is that he is disabled, and its his primary motivation. It fuels his anger, its why he takes on multiple forms, its why he attacks Kinkajou, its probably why he tries to change Peril. < also greed, but im ignoring this on purpouse because it isnt relevant to the discussion and it doesn't erase the fact that his main motivation is that he is angry because he is disabled and how he changes himself into different dragons, and how he has distain for other rainwings, all that.

Why is it a problem? Well because it implies disability can make you evil and also even if we are symphatetic to Chameleon, there is no solution for his anger. The problems aren't fixed. And we never get another Rainwing character who can't change their scales. His evilness is tied to his disability, both of them connected. If one was to fix that, you would need to redeem him or not make him a villain in the first place, but then what is the point of his character. Its not just lack of reaserch or few things in poor taste, ITS HIS WHOLE CHARACTER!

And for the record, im not calling tui an evil horrible bigot, but she is not immune to bias. Its not just ableism of course, series has other issues, but its really really glaring.

Coming back to some characters; how Boa hides her disabilty, its of course of internalized ableism, but characters do not exist in a vaccum. Blind characters are commonly potrayed with cataracts (clody, foggy eyes), regardless of their actual type of blindess, or with something covering their eyes (like a blindfold). disabled characters are often killed off or not important to the narrative. While we do have few disabled protagonist, its after their pov, so we don't get a point of view of a character who is disabled.

Im probably missing something, but i think its enough things to say hey. Wings of Fire has ableism problem.

*also i didnt read book 15 or the guide so if im missing something else important im sorry i didnt really know

and i apologize if its written messy and has grammar and spelling mistakes and if i got something wrong but my point still stands even if i missed something or didnt explore somethings nuance entirely or got something wrong.

ok thats all . i think.

[hearts401]

gregory for the headcanon thing if you havent? :3c if you have thennn cassie

-cross

ill do em both why not

Gregoryyy

a: He likes racing games. i mean, he likes first person shooters and arcade games so why not? plus theyre silly he can play w his friends

b: He reads by skimming and im not projecting at all (lying). he probably reread tonys story like five times before he caught how close he actually was. like at first it was a "oh yeah hes getting a little warmer" and glitch is like "dude he literally knows ur secret code thingy. ur stupid ggy thingy. READ THE STORY."

c: He literally loses so many people in his life its scary to not have them around because they would vanish and he wouldn't even know why. he'd be so fucking lost and alone because ppl close to him just kept going missing and hten he figured out it was him all along so its scary to have people just. not be around suddenly. especially if its a foggy day for his brain. even though he knows the mimic isnt there anymore its still so terrifying. and then all his fears come true when cassie dies whether he dropped the elevator or not. he couldnt find her, and then by the time he reached her, it was too later. Props to the mimic for undoing at least a year of mental work on gregory!!

d: He likes to knit and cook and draw he likes to enjoy mundane things he doesnt even have to find htem fun hes just so happy to have the people he does in his life that anytime hes around them they can do anything they want. his love language is quality time for sure.

and cassie!!!

a: She doesn't like monty (thats basically canon but. yk.)

b: She plays minecraft so casually normally but if she wants to build a cute house in survival her ass is NOT turning on creative SHE WILL GRIND FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL HOURS DAYS WEEKS MONTHS-

c: She always knew something was up with the people around her. Her father, Gregory, the pizzaplex. she never could tell what it felt like a secret she wasn't in on and it was terrifying and it made ruin's events so much more terrifying because what didnt they tell her what was happening its dark down her and shes scared but shes smart she can pull through if she can just get to the elevator.

d: She's also autistic and transgender. AUTISM BEAM GO!

[antiloreolympus]

5 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. The idea of feminism is to have equal rights and opportunities for women so they don't have to rely on survival prostituition with a manlet or public prostituition, not to praise every choice a woman makes as brave and stunning that's just baseless.

2. Okay.. I'm still really confused over the time skip.. it was done so shitty. There was no point to it? At all! You skipped over all the highly emotional scenes? You skipped minthe getting turn back, you skipped all of the grieving by the characters. For a story that likes to be dragged out why wasn't this milked for the angst?

Vague spoilers for hnk. Like if you want to read a story that has good time skips read land of the lustrous manga. A bunch of time is skipped throughout the story but it's only done when the main character isn't really 'alive' and the time skips are suppose to add to the Mc foggy memory of events and the past. Plus the added shock and confusion at an old friend being missing. Yes it helps speed up some side characters arks but it does the most to the main Mc but either making them feel lost and confused or angry and violent. These character are even brightly coloured and immortal and they deal with that far better then lo ever did.

Lo just doesn't use its writing and premise well, and every part of its art and story could have been done better by someone else.

3. saying "well he HAD to enslave them or else theyd go to tartarus" (which isnt even a thing in comic but rather "various levels of purgatory which is a christian thing?  the underworld isnt hell? but why expect rachel "better than homer" smythe to know this basic difference) is absolutely insane. would these same people in the slave era american south tell the slaves in the fields 'be happy youre out here! you could be tortured/r*ped during this time instead!" like  are you people stupid???

4. "he has to use shades as slaves, what else would hades do with them?" uh, i dont know, how about what he did in mythology aka just letting them live their afterlives in asphodel? where is the idea he HAS to make them slaves ever justified or even make sense? rachel, in her mission to "redeem" hades from those who made the underworld hell and hades out to be the devil ended up making the underworld worse than hell and hades worse than the devil. it's honestly impressive how bad she is at this.

5. ya know considering Hades dropped the "I have slavery under a different name" thing on Persephone to see if she was paying attention to his every word, he cut her off with a weird kiss to stop her from calling out the slavery, and her "grand plan" for the Underworld is to cease some of the slavery for the "good ones" which he complained "wheres the punishment in it?" I have to say, it's like Rachel KNOWS it's bad but has no remorse or care to fix it? Like lady be more white, jesus christ.

[jazzyjesse]

i wanna hear about amy rose

OH BOY!!! okay okay okay so im gonna preface this w a LOT of this is my own shit and not her official whatever but oh goodness okay!!!!!

oh where to BEGIN amy rose my beloved she's sonic first friend and he is hers! she's mega strong due to what may or may not be a natural excess of chaos energy that makes her the closest natural being to shadow to exist, she's 12 (according to sega that is. i mess around w the ages a lil bit so shes usually closer to 14 in my stuff but), she has a giant hammer, she loves fighting, she's in love with love, she has tarot cards, she grew up alone, she has a temper

literally what can't i say about amy? she's aromantic and Wants to be in love w sonic bc thats what she thinks she shld do but it never feels right and she can't tell the difference between loving him as her first friend and loving him like a partner and she's absolutely Terrified that she's broken somehow. so she tries to convince herself she's in love with him bc thats how this works right? they'll get married one day and have hoglets and she can’t word why the idea freaks her out so much

those bracelets she wears are inhibitor rings actually she told me herself! she doesn't actually know what they Do she got them as a child after her first meeting with sonic

before she got the rings she was a mess she couldn't control her strength and she broke everything she touched. no one in her village spoke to her and they were all terrified of her the only friend she had was her deck of tarot cards she found in the trash. then she became pen pals with sonic and they met and she was ecstatic but when she came back from that adventure the exposure to the chaos emeralds and just that Much chaos energy sorta kickstarted her powers further

so when she went back to her village to gather her things before adventuring her strength was far more than she could handle. one of the adults told her she was sick and she believed them. he gave her two bracelets and told her to always keep them on. that it would keep the evil at bay. and she believed him.

amy doesnt even know she has inhibitor rings she thinks its some sort of magic cure for her curse. it isnt until she meets shadow that she sees.. something in him. looking at shadow is like looking into a foggy mirror to her. she can see Something familiar but can't put her finger on it. and then one day during some random battle one of her bracelets breaks and just that one breaking is enough to overwhelm her with power she hasnt felt since she was a kid. she's absolutely terrified, but when she looks up from her hands to her friends expecting to see horror and disgust, she locks eyes with shadow. he looks at her not in fear or disgust but in awe and recognition. he runs over to her, taking one of his rings off. she yells at him to be careful but he doesnt listen to her. he puts it around her wrist and sure it's a little different than her own. it's more elegant and too artificial to feel right, but it works. as soon as the ring clicks in place around her wrist she feels more in control. the terrifying spiral of power dims to what she's used to.

amy looks up at shadow and the fog on the glass is wiped away. she's like him. she's not cursed she just has a high amount of chaos energy. they all go back to tails's workshop where the fox is immediately working on making even more inhibitor rings and asking amy if he can do some tests on her chaos energy and shadow is at her side the whole time. amy rose is no longer alone

[sl33pyperson]

hello. its my favourite thing to do. talk about moon knight and post screenshots while i have an amount of alcohol in me

straight up. i fucking hate the 1985 run. its only 6 volumes and i fucking hate it. disgust. very upset about marlene being the one to suggest the galleries but like, not in a disgust way, in a “oh sweet summer child” way

and THANK GODS IT DIDNT LAST LONG. OHHHFHGHHHH

these were just very cute <3 not pictured: me being emotion about dd stalking foggy bc they arent talking anymore. my poor boy.

how did i never fucking know caps secret identity was a fucking comic artist. who is drawing about himself. what the fuck. im instantly a thousand more times in love with this version of cap. what a fucking nerd.

ok back to what we actually care about. moon knight. THIS COMIC WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!! ANNA NOCENTI WHY DIDNT U WRITE FOR MOON KNIGHT MORE idk like. the ONE WRITER currently to ACKNOWLEDGE BRAIN SHIT. ohh my god marlene is SO BAD IN THIS ONE BUT ITS SO GOOD BC LIKE. YEAH. SHE DOESNT FUCKING GET IT. “or from the devil” u literally say this to the man u think u love? maam??? i am fucking screaming. reconsidering her “i was just [marcs] teddy bear” like, oh god, mk really does rely on her to keep himself grounded to what (at least steven?) believes is the real world. as much as mk pushes u around, u really depended on stevens money and enjoyed urself and was just. ouughhhhhhh.

SCREAMING!,! I SAT THERE ACTUALLY IN FUCKING SHOCK AT THIS PAGE!!! LIKE!! THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF WHAT THE SYSTEM IS GOING THRU, valid fears (especially to steven, who fucking HATES marc, he WANTS to be his own man and his own person away from marc so badly). also like, merging being the “nyrotypical” thought of “getting better”, when like. all systems are different, some work better in tandem with each other and still being seperate (not that these boys r anywhere near that holy fucking shit)

i genuinely love how fucking terrible marlene is in this comic. like. yeah. as much as this “hypnosis” “therapist in training (i think??)” lady thinks shes qualified, shes just so. gods. ur partner is freaking out and dissociating (i dont care if its bc the moons doing weird shit, hes still mentally zonked out) so you JUST FUCKING RUN AND LEAVE AND GET DRUNK?? marlene is so terrible. its so good. this is such a bad relationship for both of them but steven truely fucking relies on her too much at this point. screaming.

THIS WAS SO SWEET AND CUTE LIKE. nature is filled with contradictions, the system is filled with contradictions, but they balance everything out. every bit is necessary and needed. theres no “evil”, no “good”, just. being. and it balances itself out. every part is needed. ough. ouuugghhhh. i want to eat this comic. mwah mwah

ITS WACKO TIME BAEBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOU WANTED DEEP INTROSPECTIVE LOOKS INTO MK PYSCHE? ITS ONLY SHENANIGANS FROM HERE ON OUT BAEBYYYYY LIKE HOW THEY ALL FUCKING DIED AND KHONSHU WAS LIKE “lol nah ill just tell my boy 5000 years in the future to get ya 🤫”

khonshu is still such a dick. cool panelling

THE PRIESTSS i didnt actually mind them tbh. lil weird but i mean, its comics for ya

RANDOM BULLSHIT GO!!!, he truely just has like. so many stupid gadgets and additions that they feel the need to show off All of them everytime. its kinda cute. i miss his truncheon. i wonder if marc misses it too. OH SHOUT OUT TO ANNASA COMIC FOR LIKE, SAYING MOON KNIGHT WAS A FOURTH PERSONALITY, I DIG THAT

frenchie <3 where the fuck did that bottom bar come from. uh. shout out to mk just spacing out in front of villains. hes also really cute. U DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM THEY GOT RID OF THE 1985 MASK AAHHHHHHH MY LIL SHADOW BLOB IS BACK!!!! YEAH!!,!,!!

how many fucking photos can i add oh my god this isnt stopping. this is cute

[itsfuckinganne]

thursday november 3rd, 2022

there are so many thoughts running in my head right now, I dont think I can even process half of it but maybe journaling it, through this, will help me liberate myself from this anxiousness. the funny things is; most of the anxiety that I have, I brought upon myself. I could've made better decisions and I wouldn't be in this position. im kind of victimizing myself, literally going against my morals and to be real w you, that shit HURTS. I wanna be present in a lot of things, but when I try to do something good 4 myself, I feel guilty cus do I really deserve it? now that im reading some of this, ive definitely become more aware of what im doing wrong and the first thing I needa do, what my father's been tryna tell me, is to at LEAST be honest with myself and what I'm doing. I feel so foggy but I didnt smoke the past two days and I was going through it mentally. when my friends ask I kind of just...talk my shit n I cant even be there, but I wanna be so bad. so, so bad. I feel so guilty im surrounded by a lot of good people but it does make feel better everyone has their flaws. ive also noticed a lot of my friends’ dynamics w other people and what they tell me. im pretty sure they can see thru this whole facade and that makes me feel like im crawling out of my whole skin. its 12:55 typing all that dropped a weight off my shoulders. how do I leave this cycle, I feel like I have 2 detox myself from the facade and just learn how to be comfortable in my space. im not sure why I crave the need 2 have a significant other. I cant shake it off and its taking too many of my brain cells to get rid of it. I guess I just wanna feel like home again? I am so disconnected with my family in a way that, again, I have brought upon myself and that’s why I feel depressed cus I live in a house, I do everything for myself, but I dont provide a lot of me to my own family. I need to learn how to do that. I cant be emotionally unavailable to people who actually tries to help me grow. I owe so much to them its not even funny. I love my dad so fucking much that man really gave me everything and more so I could live decently. my mom, rowena, she is god fucking sent. Monica was blessed to have a mom like her. she cares so much and does everything but somehow, it isnt enough and im so sorry mama. I dont have anything else to say because I did this to you too. im sorry papa, I dont think I’ll ever be the child you want me to be. I dont know. im grieving so many things. I miss my friends so bad. I spent so much time with them. they were one of my favorite people ever. we all live different lives and I just wish I could share it but I know, for the sake of my growth, I need to let go and move on. if be, it will be. its 1:02am, I folded and smoked. but I feel better. if I have more anxiety I'll be back. shame by summer walker carried this therapy session.

[hella1975]

that™️ coworker: have I complimented you today?

me knowing he has twice already: no

him: well we can’t have that, you look lovely :)

[book-place]

The Parkourist and the Scarab

Warnings: cursing, mentions of homeless children, violence, a gun, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x teen reader, Steven Grant x teen reader

Requests: Could you do a marc/steven x teen!reader where she's pretty good at parkour so when they're running after the thugs in Egypt (or some other scenario) she's always calling him old and telling him to keep up and he's just so over it- I can imagine him being lowkey impressed by also like "stop going where I can't see you. No I couldn't care less about you just just up and stay behind me"

hi!! was reading some of your fics and i gotta admit im loving it :D i was asking to request a fic with teen!reader with marc & steven, where r gets taken in by them, but then harrow (being the glass-shoes asshole he is) takes the r in a sad attempt at trying to get the scarab? bonus points for promt 10. its chill if you dont want to :D <33

(Sorry I had to combine both of your requests but I hope that this is what you two were looking for and I hope you enjoy)

Requests by: @foggy-isnt-here @raylan-c

*not my gif*

Summary: It started out with parkour, and it’s safe to say that things escalated from there

A/N: The bolded words are Steven when he is not fronting and the dialogue prompt

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Marc! Watch this!” Your gleeful voice shouted to the man, not slowing your run as you propelled yourself towards a wall, using the force you had to run up it a little bit before falling backwards and doing a backflip, landing on your feet.

The man let out a huff, still running behind you and rolled his eyes slightly, “I’m not impressed… nor is Steven.”

On the contrary, mate, that was actually quite impressive.

This time you rolled your eyes, turning around and facing him as you ran backwards, “Oh come on, we both know that you think it’s cool.”

“Not cool.” Marc grumbled under his breath, watching as you scaled a seven foot wall with ease and ran along the rooftop and did a small front flip off of it at the end, “Okay, kind of cool.” The man admitted, making sure you were out of hearing rang before he actually said it.

“Did you see that?” You whipped around with an expectant grin, hoping that the man had seen your cool trick.

Again, he rolled his eyes, but playfully this time, “Come on, just keep running. We’re still chasing after those thugs, you know.”

Your grin didn’t falter as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Just keep up, old man.” You teased.

Ha! I knew I liked her!

“We’re the same age, dumbass.” Marc muttered to his alter under his breath angrily, listening to Steven let out a sound of realization.

… well that’s just rude then.

As you kept running ahead, Marc felt his heartbeat pick up and it wasn’t because of all the running, “Kid! Hey, kid! Oh for Christ's sake, stay behind me!”

He watched as you slowed down and looked at him quizzically, “Why?” Then a large smile slowly spread across your face, “Are you worried about me?”

Once again, he huffed and rolled his eyes, finally catching up to you due to you slowing down to tease him, “No, I don’t care about you. Now shut up and keep running.”

A couple months ago, Marc and Steven had dropped by Cairo because it aligned with both of their works and they thought it would be a good idea just to stay for a couple of months.

On their second night there, they had stumbled upon a group of men running away from and screaming as a young teen girl chased them, yelling curses that neither of the men had heard before, and it terrified them to hear them coming out of the mouth of such a young person.

Turned out they had been trying to mug you, but you had stood your ground and instead scolded them very harshly, proceeding to yell at them like a mother would to a misbehaving child.

They had found you later and once they began talking to you they learned that even if those men had succeeded in scaring you and mugging you, there would be nothing to steal because you were in fact homeless and broke.

It took Steven about five minutes to convince Marc to take you in and give you food and a place to say. Safe to say that you were very concerned during those five minutes about why that man was talking to himself in the mirror.

Once he was convinced though, Marc told you all about Steven and Khonshu and everything else. He half expected you to be the one running away screaming, but you just shrugged and moved onto the next thing, accepting them for who they were.

They quickly learned as well that you had been doing parkour from a young age and were actually quite good at it. And because of this skill, you had begged Marc to let you help with all he does to protect people, and he reluctantly agreed, resulting in Steven screaming at him for ten minutes straight. But both men knew that you could handle yourself.

So there you were, you and Marc running across the city in a frenzy (coming from the man) to get the thugs that had just robbed a nearby market, and you were doing parkour.

“Now is really not a time to show off your skills, kid.” Marc’s gruff voice grumbled, making sure you were behind him before running off again in the direction that the thugs went.

You felt your shoulders sag a little and your exterior crumple, the smile falling from your face and you took a minute to compose yourself before jogging after Marc, no longer doing parkour.

You had just rounded a corner that you were sure that he had turned just a second ago, and came to a skidding halt as a small and confused frown took over your features as you looked around.

He nor the thugs were anywhere in sight along the wide and deserted street, causing you to huff slightly when you realized that you had to have taken a wrong turn.

But as you turned on your heels to try another way, you felt something sharp and cold prick the back of your neck, and your hand flew up towards the spot and you whipped around in confusion.

A woman stood behind you with a wicked smile on her face, but you didn’t even have time to process that as dark spots began to dance in your vision and you began swaying, feeling the world spin at an abnormal rate around you.

You tried to fight the dizzy and tiring feelings as you stumbled to lean on a wall for support, breathing picking up exceptionally.

The last thing you felt before your eyes closed fully were your knees buckling out from underneath you, but you were out before you could even feel the impact of the hard pavement.

-•-

With a groan, you slowly opened your eyes and tried to let them adjust to the harsh beam of light that was shining down on and practically blinding you, not doing anything to help the feeling of your brain pounding out of your skull.

You could feel something digging into your wrists, binding your hands together behind you in the chair that you were sitting in.

From the side of you, you heard a deep and most definitely fake chuckle, causing your eyes to snap open fully and your head whip to the side to face whoever had just made that noise.

Your eyes were greeted with the sight of a man resting against a desk with his head tilted slightly, studying your every move carefully with a hint of amusement playing into his features.

“Hello, Miss. L/n.” He said smoothly, hands still resting on the desk behind him.

“Hi.” You said back in an equally smooth tone, allowing yourself to look bored as your eyes scanned the room. You wouldn’t let this asshole know about the fear that was bubbling in your stomach, you knew he would see it as a weakness.

A small flash of surprise passed over his features, causing you to do everything in your power to bite back a smirk, but he quickly replaced it with a smile that sent chills down your spine, “I’m so glad you could join us. To be honest I didn’t know if my men would ever be able to lead you away from Marc Spector.”

At the mention of the man’s name, your eyes snapped back over to the stranger and you regretted it immediately when he let out a grin at the reaction he got out of you.

“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Arthur Harrow. And I believe that friend of yours has something that belongs to me.” The long haired man bowed down slightly, as if he were a celebrity talking to his fans.

Recognition immediately passed through your brain as you realized that this was the person who was trying to get the scarab from Marc and Steven, someone who so far had gone through great lengths to get it.

You let out a laugh, which was also clearly forced as your facade began to once again crumble, “Well I don’t know how well you know Marc, but having me here sure as hell won’t do anything for you about that little scarab of yours.”

If possible, his grin widened even more, “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Miss. L/n. Perhaps you don’t know the man as well as you think you may.”

Then you rolled your eyes, annoyed, “Did you not just hear me you long haired asshole? Marc isn’t-“

Right on cue the door to the office that you were in burst open, causing both you and Harrow to jump, and in walked a very angry looking Marc Spector in all his glory.

“You get the hell away from her.” Marc snarled, his deadly glare never once leaving Arthurs form.

“Oh, I will.” The man replied, but strode over to you nonetheless, pulling a gun out of his pocket and resting it on the back of your head, “Once you give me the scarab.”

You felt yourself involuntarily stiffen as the cool metal touched the back of your head and the sound of a gun cocking filled the room.

Marc finally paused, a flicker of emotion and hesitation briefly passing over his face as you watched him glance at you.

His rage filled eyes finally locked onto Harrow once again and despite the circumstances, he smirked slightly, “Yeah… I don’t think we’re gonna let that happen.”

Still tied up in the chair, you could only watch helplessly as Marc ran forward as fast as he could and kicked Arthur in the chest when he wasn’t expecting it, sending him stumbling back and into some bookshelves that were behind you.

He ran right past you and proceeded to start kicking the man over and over again until he was no longer fighting back, instead laid there limply. Unconscious.

Once Marc saw that, he immediately let Steven front, knowing that the man would be better in this kind of situation, and he right away ran over and untied you.

You let out a ragged breath, rubbing your sore wrists as you looked anywhere but Steven, refusing to let him see your tear filled.

The British man gently took your face in his hand and turned your head to look at him with a soft expression on his face, “You’re okay now.” He said gently.

And that was all it took for you to break down in sobs, collapsing into his arms in a way that normally would have made you feel weak. But at that moment you didn’t exactly care.

He shushed you softly, running a hand through your hair, “You’re all right now, love. We’ve got you…we’ve got you and we’re not letting go. Not ever again.” He comforted, knowing that he didn’t even need to ask Marc to know that he agreed wholeheartedly.

As Steven caught Marc’s eye in a nearby reflection, they both shared a look of sadness, knowing that it was their fault that you were dragged into this mess. But also knowing that if they ever said something like that to you, you would be too damn stubborn to admit it and just wave them off, saying that you were fine.

They both knew in that moment that even if you could handle yourself and do some pretty sick parkour, there were some things in the world that they still needed to and would protect you from.

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Play Ground Days

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl​ <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine 

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“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.  

“How the hell—” Carl started. 

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled. 

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes. 

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips. 

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder. 

“What?” Lip asked. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

 “What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey. 

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window. 

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged. 

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps. 

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him. 

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked. 

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since. 

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him. 

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently. 

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was. 

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register. 

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked. 

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled. 

“Good,” Carl said. 

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled. 

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table. 

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked. 

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said. 

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked. 

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded. 

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed  those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that. 

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.  

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked. 

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered. 

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n. 

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered. 

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away. 

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said. 

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said. 

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking. 

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates. 

“Yeah,” Carl nodded. 

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes. 

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked. 

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces. 

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said. 

“You sure?” Carl asked. 

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car. 

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. 

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked. 

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street. 

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game. 

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen. 

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked. 

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her. 

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said. 

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said. 

“Deal,” Carl nodded. 

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill. 

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down. 

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested. 

“Sure,” Carl nodded. 

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch. 

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house. 

“Hey, guys,” Carl said. 

“Hey,” Ian smiled. 

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded. 

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows. 

“I… am I?” Carl asked. 

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked. 

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help. 

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously. 

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey. 

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said. 

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested. 

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said. 

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up. 

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee. 

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled. 

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand. 

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here. 

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts. 

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly. 

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled. 

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned. 

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion. 

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”  

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I need to know your twins theory because I will take anything over "it was Alinar and Connel" because even if it works that theory denies me the joy of having CHILDHOOD XORNOTH N SCOTT so pls - ender

OH BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE THE THEORY FOR YOU-

If you’ve ever gone through my art and seen that ‘when i dont remember you’ xornoth and scott comic, thats what inspired it. Also just a lot of my Brain thinking ‘yes… yes… high fantasy…’

This is a Long Boy so settle down

/rp

Basically, xornoth n scott are born, yeah? Twin brothers, born same day that Alinar dies, the royal family already has an idea that maybe these two are the one the prophecy is talking about (the champion of aeor coming when the world needs them most etc etc)

however they dont know who is who (hair color is the same, they act the same, both sweet kids, its hard to tell who would be) until they reach like a certain age when a Prophet comes by and tells the parents ‘yeah this is the exor and aeor champion brothers, and specifically this one is of aeor i can tell’ and like IMMEDIATELY- JUST IMMEDIATELY the bias is clear.

Xornoth gets thrown out of shit, no one wants to hang out with him, he’s called a traitor, they’re basically treated like shit because they’re fated to be the end of the world. Meanwhile Scott’s a sweet wholesome boy who doesnt understand why everyone hates his brother so they stick up for one another, both very very determined to break this fated curse to kill the other bc they dont Want to.

But of course, Xornoth’s got some issues with the fact scott is treated a lot better than he is and he never… Stops resenting him for that. Fast forward a few years and they learn that there’s a plan to execute xornoth before he can do any more damage, they dont know more than that. Xornoth freaks out, begs his brother not to kill him, and instead they decide “fuck it, we’re running away from all of this. we refuse to become that destiny” bc theyre twins and twins are Like That sometimes.

They escape, huzzah, but are eventually found again and their parents decide ‘i mean, we might as well do it now bc we cant risk losing xornoth again and risk the world’ so they chain em up and the second part of the plan that they DIDNT know was that it HAS to be scott who kills him, which means they’re shoving a sword into scotts hands and saying ‘either do this or be the reason our people suffer’.

He obviously says NO but his hesitation and the sight of xornoth’s Only Friend and Brother hesitating and Thinking about killing him is enough to send him over the edge and the weeks of him resisting Exor’s pull suddenly cracks like a floodgate at the injustice of it all and Xornoth destroys EVERYTHING. Scott’s trying to calm him down and do it nonviolently but xornoth isnt listening but he refuses to hurt them.

Ayo cue Aeor realizing if he doesnt step in his champion and everything is going to die in exor/xornoth’s path so he basically Hops Into Control for a brief bit to basically ward off xornoth and they run away into the forest, mortally injured. And when Aeor leaves, Scott realizes yeah he might’ve just fucking killed his sibling and done the one thing he promised, he SWORE, not to do.

Aeor, recognizing this sad bitch energy, cant exactly communicate that xornoth is alive but knows if scott keeps fuckin grieving like this, he’ll never continue (i mean the guy lost his home, his parents, and his twin in one fell swoop and blames himself for it) so aeor does what aeor does best and wipes scott’s memory of the whole thing, so that he doesnt even remember having a twin in the first place.

He ends up waking and never questioning it, kinda foggy with magic memory shit, and just. Rebuilds the nation and it’s people. It’s why Xornoth stares at him when they meet again bc they can’t fathom ever seeing their twin brother again, not only that; but a twin brother who doesnt even know they exist.

Thats why xornoth has such baggage, thats why he wants vengence, thats why he’s a corrupted manipulative piece of shit, because he was essentially bullied into becoming the villain they expected him to be. Sort of that familiar ‘i wouldnt have been evil if you motherfuckers knew about human decency’ shit.

Anyway thats the theory! More like an AU at this point i just get very excited about it haha