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[ballinandcantgetup452]

I am a mentally ill person who just finished Jeff Lemire's Moon Knight run. Here are my thoughts

So I'm going to get the negative out the gate first. This was my first solo Moon Knight book and I REALLY regret not reading any other solo runs before this one. I knew the base knowledge because I have a buddy who's a Moon Knight fan so he explained it all to me beforehand so I knew about Bushman and all that, but still. The first half of this run is trying SUUUUUUPER hard to be trippy and it works... for the most part. Overall, my only real complaint about this run is that I wish it could get streamlined. Hell, I'm mad that the Moon Knight show wasn't a more streamlined version of this run. This could've ABSOLUTELY been an 8 episode mini if you Invincibleified it.

Now onto what I love about this run. Now, for context, I have autism and a slew of other mental illnesses. Some of those other ones being depression, PTSD, ADHD, and more. So I know I'm not the perfect audience for this. But, I feel like this book is a testament to everybody struggling with mental illness.

"I am sick. I know that. I will never be cured. This is always going to be who I am. But I can still live. I can still have a life. And I won't let you ruin that for me anymore."

That quote is always going to stick out to me in my mind forever. I've been alive for 19 years and I've been aware of my autism for about half of my life now. I've forced myself to be hyper aware of it. I would ostracize myself from any and all social situations, and when I was forced to attend things, I would put on a mask that looks a lot like my face. But a mask, nonetheless.

Trauma dumping aside, my point is that this book taught me that I am mentally ill. And that's not okay. But that should never take away the gift of life from me. It meant so much to me to hear somebody else that was mentally ill not glorify their illness, but simply treated it as an aspect of themselves.

I hate myself. I hate myself because of my mental illness. But I'm getting closer to self love than I was yesterday. I like to think that's because I finished Jeff Lemire's Moon Knight run

[jenny-from-the-bau]

finished the roadtrip fic!

I apparently removed legally blonde from my comp, so I'll redownload that soon and trying to finish it. Only a few chapters left!

currently working my way through kiq with updates, then I'll be adding to it

also working on re-write chapters! I put a few eps in my drive so I can watch at work hahaha

[pop-squeak]

okie dokie, chapter 2 just got posted!

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Okay I lied, turns out I'm not gonna be home to type up and post the ficlet so here's a sneak peek!

[mxdae]

SHOW YOUR TEAM SPIRIT!

Politics may just be theatre, but that doesn't mean it's always a shitshow! Celebrate the most recent win for the United States by sporting these jersey-styled merch!

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[your-ace-cousin-clover]

"In hindsight, Max thinks, they perfectly Checo-ed him."

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In the middle of the 2024 Formula One Season, Checo announces that he's joining the newest team on the track, Expensify APX-GP.

Behold, the Chestappen in the weird F1-RPF movie fic.

Tagging @formulanni as requested! 🫡

Thank you for your wonderful Inspo of Joshua fanart!per

[asking-paradise]

Linn, besides Virizion, Keldeo, and Kyurem, have you ever met any other legendary or mythical Pokemon? Which one would you want to meet most?

[The former has been answered, but as for the latter...]

[palarien]

[dcvilgrams]

ㅤ“You will give me… something you love, and something you hate. Whatever you hate… once you give it to me you won’t ever have to worry about feeling upset over it again. I want to take that burden from you. But… there needs to be a balance. ㅤ“So, whatever you give me that you love, you will never feel the same way about it going forward. Not enjoyment, not a flicker of a smile. For the rest of your days you will be relieved of the burden of hatred but you will never feel passion for that which you love again. ㅤ“That is the cost of a pact with the Son of the Demon of Omniscience.”

ㅤㅤㅤ— Xhura to the witch with whom he makes ㅤㅤㅤㅤhis first pact in 'The Messy Truth of Trust,' ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe most recent arc in The Disaster Duo ㅤㅤㅤㅤChronicles with @houselamentation

[finnpeach]

Hunt

(T/HRONE OF GLAS$ SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST Q/UEEN OF SHADOW$ BE WARNED!)

My love for R/owan is boundless, and the series would be infinitely better if he was sick.

This is a multi-part fic of A/elin and R/owan training on a mountain and YEAH! HE HAS A COLD!

not much sneezing yet but it will come I promise

likes comments reblogs always loved and giggled over <3

****

Aelin stalks through the underbrush with lethal silence. Leaves covered with dew from the early morning mist streak across her face, dotting her cheeks. Her prey, a mountain hare the size of her head, nibbles on the sparse grass a few yards away.

She knocks her arrow, slipping in a breath. She can’t wait to see the look on Rowan’s face when she brings back a hare this size. Slowly, she pulls the bowstring back, kissing against her face. The hare turns, startled, breaths coming fast. Now or never–

“hh’rZzSHHh’uh!” 

Aelin gasps at the sound that echoes around the mountain. It cracks like a whip, scaring even the crows nesting in trees. The hare takes off and she desperately releases the arrow after her prey. The point finds its home in the thick trunk of a tree rather than the soft neck of the hare.

There goes breakfast. Her stomach growls pitifully. Seething, she rises from the brush and goes to retrieve her arrow. 

Five minutes later, Aelin stalks back to the makeshift camp she and Rowan had assembled the night before. The Fae prince had forced her to run from the castle to these distant mountains, shifting in and out of her Fae form to master control, where he then informed her they would be camping for a week out in the elements. And she was to hunt their every meal in between training.

It was a pathetic time, especially with the rain that has settled across the mountain. Damp and cold to her bones, Aelin approaches their campsite. Rowan, appearing much drier than she, sits by the fire she had sparked earlier that morning. He looks oddly run down, like he hadn’t slept much the night before.

Aelin is sure he hadn’t. The mountains were too misty to sleep outside without waking up damp, so they had packed just one tent to keep their baggage light. Lying beside Rowan, last night she had been the private audience to his tossing and turning, grumbling, and finally his snoring. 

“You fucking bastard. You scared off breakfast,” she hisses as she approaches, throwing her bow and bundle of arrows down by the tent. Rowan does not look up from the dagger he cleans in his hands.

“And how – snf! – pray tell, did I scare breakfast from here?” He grumbles. Aelin catches the way he sniffles thickly, his nostrils twitching up with the force of it.

She drops her satchel, full of only a bundle of pathetic berries.  “You sneezed.” She tries not to give in the warmth that pools in her lower stomach at the memory of the sound. It’s the first time she had ever heard him sneeze, and she was not disappointed. “For someone so keen on silence, I expected you’d know how to sneeze more quietly.”

Rowan doesn’t even grace her taunting with a reply, or a snarl. He just continues rubbing a cloth down the length of his dagger. Strange. He must be feeling really tired if he didn’t bother to punish her for such a remark. 

She sits down across from the fire, on a log they’d rolled over so they didn’t sit on wet grass. Feigning interest in destemming the berries she’d picked, she studies him through the crackling flames. 

His white hair is loose around his shoulders, creating a curtain that shields the dark tattoo running along his tan face. The tips of his Fae ears poke out just behind the white strands. After weeks of training with him, sleeping out in the elements beside him, she’s learned that he prefers to tie his hair up. It’s so rare to see him with it down.

“More hand to hand combat training today, or magic training?” She asks, breaking the silence that is only marred by the crackling flames.

Rowan sets the dagger aside. “Your job was to hunt. And since you still haven’t caught anything, your job is still to hunt.” He settles his sharp green eyes on her, brows set. If he didn’t piss her off so much, she might actually tremble under his gaze.

She raises her palms in defeat. “Fine, fine. But if you sneeze and scare off my prey again, I won’t be sharing the catch with you.” Even if she’d very much like for him to sneeze again, she’d rather eat first.

In one swoop, she picks up her bow and arrows and satchel again before setting off. With her Fae senses, she could scent a herd of deer in the southwest. Now that would show Rowan. Perhaps she’d bring back a buck, and spear him with its antlers.

As soon as she leaves the camp, nearly out of earshot, she hears the same thunderstrike from before. Perhaps Rowan had been waiting for her to leave.

“hhzjHSHHhieWw!”

A shiver runs down her spine as more startled crows caw in the trees.

****

Two hours later, Aelin returns with a small doe slung across her shoulders.

It’s mid afternoon. She had been lucky a herd was still grazing so late in the morning down by the clearing. She’d been even luckier that Rowan had either gotten his sneezing under control, or learned how to be quiet, because nothing had startled her catch this time.

“Lunch,” she declares to Rowan, dropping the deer to the grass. He hasn’t moved from his spot by the fire. “Is served.”

“It was supposed to be– snf! Breakfast,” he mutters, reaching the dagger at his side from earlier. His voice sounds dulled, like he’s congested.

Aelin rolls her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you helped. And I got us a catch to last us days.” She pats the stomach of the doe proudly. It isn’t very old – there’s still a sprinkling of fawn spots across her back. Aelin feels a twang of guilt for not singling out an older one.

Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing through his mouth. Aelin hardly has time to prepare before he jerks down towards his crotch, a light mist spraying across his trousers.

“hiHh–... yHhZzSHhhyuu!” A familiar, rushing heat spreads through Aelin’s gut. She swallows, watching as he rubs his nose on his wrist and glares up at her. Is he going to get mad at her for his sneezing?

Rowan chooses not to comment on it, something Aelin is secretly grateful for. “You were– snf! instructed to catch something small. We’re moving camp this afternoon.” He angles the pommel of the dagger towards her.

“What?!”

“Rain is coming tonight and will flood this area. I told you this morning. And now you’ve wasted a young doe’s life.”

A flame of rage flickers to life inside her chest. This is all his fault. “Well, I wouldn’t have wasted jack-shit if you hadn’t ruined my catch earl–”

“Aelin,” he growls, a no-nonsense sound. The tips of his canines poke past his lips. Aelin shuts up immediately. 

He stands, crossing the camp in two strides, and shoves the pommel of the knife against her stomach. She glares beneath his gaze. “You missed the catch because you did not act fast enough. Now you can either carry the doe across the mountain, or… hhH—!” His breath snags, eyes looking off into the distance for a split second. Aelin’s heart hammers in her chest.

He quickly recovers and sniffs again, much to her disappointment, and focuses his gaze on her. “Or you can leave it and realise you wasted a young animal’s life for your pride.” 

Before she can retort, he turns on his heel and she offers a middle finger to his large, muscular back. 

As if sensing her, he says over his shoulder, “And– sNf!– pack up the tent.”

[stcries]

okay but like, sad headcanon time because idk what my brain's doing.

stan's chain? it was originally his dads. how he got his hands on it? i dunno, but everytime i look at it in comparison to how it's depicted in the lost legend comic , the similarities are unmistakable.

[ballinandcantgetup452]

Do You Think that (adult)Miles and (teenage)Mayday Would Ever Work Together?

So it's been relatively established that Peter and Miles are two separate entities. They're both simply just "Spider-Man". If you think otherwise, I dare you to come up with a cooler name for Miles than "Spider-Man". I dare you.

I'm just wondering what it would be like for when Mayday becomes Spider-Girl in a Marvel timeline where people actually grew up. Let's just say that when Mayday is 15, Miles is 30, and Peter is 45 for simplicity's sake.

Let's assume that Mayday still has relatively the same origin. At the very least her COSTUME has the same origin (that being Ben Reilly's costume from the clone saga repurposed), that means that in the past 30 years there has been AT LEAST four official Spider-People.

I'm rambling, here's what I'm getting at. Do you think that Miles would really try and hold Mayday's hand when she first tries to be Spider-Girl, or does he actively try to stay away from her to let her do her own thing. I could honestly see it going either way.

Honestly, I'm tempted to make an entire post about this period in the Marvel timeline

I'm now really interested in this Marvel future. Peter would probably retire, right? Or at the very least he'd take a significant step back. If Peter retires, would Miles don a primary red secondary black costume? How would the public perceive Spider-Girl? Would people figure that Spider-Man got laid?

So many questions! This is a thought exercise! Work out and lemme know what you think!

[topguncortez]

a sneak peek at this upcoming GoT/Tudors/hot mess cross over fic with Prince Jake:)

warnings: mentions of cheating, Jake is a whore, slightly virginity kink?

"We are married," You snapped, crossing over the room to him. Jake spared you a fleeting glance before looking back down at his book. Your anger could not be contained anymore as you ripped the book from his hands. He stood up instantly, grabbing your arms.

"If we are married as you claim, then act like you have some reformation!" Jake yelled.

"Me?" You scoffed, "How about you!" You pulled your arms away from his harsh grip, "You walk these halls acting as if I do not exist. You ignore me in court, at balls. You never come to my chambers when summoned. And I know about your midnight conquests!"

"Oh and as if you are innocent," Jake scoffed, "Wenching with the Lord Bradshaw!"

Tears clouded your vision as you shook your head. Bradley was nothing more than a friend, a confidant that had stood dutifully by your side since you were young. His reputation had been sullied because of Jake and his men. No reputable house would betroth their daughter to him now.

"I have told you a thousand times, I never laid with the Lord Bradshaw! I came to your bed untouched, and I still remain untouched!"

Your chest was heaving as Jake took a steps towards you. Like an animal stalking its prey, you knew you couldn't run from him. You clenched your jaw and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. His green eyes bore into yours, as he came to chest to chest with you. He gently ran his pointer finger down your jaw, to your neck, and down your sternum. You watched his finger travel down to the top of your breasts, sucking in a breath.

Jake then drew his finger back up, tilting your chin up to look at him, "Show me. . . Show me that you are untouched as you claim. Show me. . . that it is I that you want to lay with."

[equestriagirl16]

Random songs from my playlist I think Malleus can relate to based on my limited and vague knowledge of book 7(perhaps slight spoilers idk)

“Ready As I’ll Ever Be” from Tangled the Series

“Warrior of the Mind” and “My Goodbye” by Jorge Rivera-Herrans and Teagan Earley from the Epic albums

And the Deltarune Anime Opening by Thai McGrath

[midnightfire830]

HEY GUYS! There’s something new I think I wanna try!

So I just recently watched the FNAF movie (100% AMAZING, highly recommend) and it made me wanna draw something where I take IM characters and draw them as FNAF characters. Idk what it’s officially called but mixing characters of the two universes into one design. So basically what I’ve done for the Little Nightmares AU and Security Breach AU.

So! I thought maybe I’ll let you decide for me!

I want you guys to go either comment or reblog this post with your idea on what you’d like to see for a “mix”! You can pick a character from Inky Mystery/BABTQFTIM and a character from FNAF. I’m gonna restrict the FNAF characters to solely the games and movie. (I haven’t read the books so I don’t know those characters). FNAF Security breach I guess might be on the table just don’t do the same match ups that I already have in the security breach AU (like picking cup x sundrop, or Felix x glam rock Freddy)

I’ll give it a bit of time (like a couple days) then I’ll look at your answers. I’ll pick a couple of my favorites and see if I can draw them!

Also a few things to keep in mind.

- I can’t draw EVERYONE’S request. I’m gonna probably end up doing, like, 3-5 or so of them.

- Yes, you can submit multiple suggestions. But maybe just list a couple of ideas. Or just one idea. Whatever works for you.

- FNAF games from 1 to the security breach: ruin DLC are on the table. Plus the movie. You can pick from one of those. Please specify which game your referring to when suggesting Freddy, Bonnie, chica, foxy, etc bc there are a lot of different versions and designs across all the games.

- Just do like a simple lay out in terms of suggesting like IM character x FNAF character (Ex. Cuphead x Purple Guy or Bendy x withered foxy etc etc) it just makes it easier for me

- Human characters like the purple guy, Elizabeth, etc are on the table. Just largely because a lot of human characters dont have a physical design it’ll have to be up to interpretation.

This is the first time I’ve done one of these so let’s see how this goes!

Thanks!

Midnight/Sanity

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

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Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1.3K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, slight nsfw, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: The reader is struck by some mysterious aching in her back during her and Leon's mission to save the President's daughter. The pain is revealed to be something far greater than she anticipated. Will this jeopardize her relationship with Leon?

Chapter 1: The Village

It happened on one of your missions. Of course it did. 

You were slower with your reflexes to attacks. As an agent in STRATCOM, this was highly unusual. Your partner and lover, Leon, had noticed, while the two of you were on your mission in Spain. 

You first took notice to the slow reactions when doing, or trying, a roundhouse kick on a Ganado at the lakeside settlement. Your body decided nope, you're not doing that, and surprisingly, you agreed. The act of even attempting it sent a rigid feeling, or perhaps a pretty nasty sting, to your back.

When you stopped to catch your breath, one Ganado lunged for your throat. You repeatedly punched the bastard to death, with little to no trouble. However, unbeknownst to you, there were two others behind you. One Ganado kicked the back of your knees, and before you could even react, you were pinned to the ground, and they kicked you. In the back. Repeatedly. 

They were possessed but that didn't make them stupid, you supposed. They must have noticed your reaction to the pain in your back, which was now being beaten like a fucking punching bag. 

Despite it hurting like a bitch, you're able to unsheathe your combat knife, and roll over to swipe at their legs. Before you can whip out your handgun, two shots ring out, and the two Ganados promptly drop dead. Leon helps you up, grasping your arms ever so delicately. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You answer, slightly out of breath. Leon only nods, looking back ahead on the path, but you don't miss the concerned look that grazes his features. 

This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on with me? 

* 

Despite the occasional flash of pain that inflicted your back, you carried on with the mission. You and Leon had gotten split up at the lakeside settlement shortly after your beating.  

You knew Leon could handle himself, but at one point, he was radio silent for hours. You'd shared your concerns with Hunnigan, and she agreed it was unusual. Eventually, he came to, to your relief. 

"Leon, are you alright? You haven't made contact with me for hours." You couldn't mask the fear that surfaced in your voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Was busy making sushi. It won't happen again." He must have been referencing that giant fucking creature in the lake that you saw villagers getting eaten by earlier. Well, at least you got someplace to start looking for Leon. 

"Okay. Don't do that again, love." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." 

* 

Eventually you both reunited and retrieved the pieces to obtain the church key. Fucking finally. 

The two of you rescued Ashley and were headed to the extraction point. It was fairly easy to get to the Villa, but an unfamiliar face ushered the three of you inside, away from the Ganados on your tail. 

Leon, to say the least, was pissed at this dude and pushed him against the wall. You couldn't help the slight arousal that shot to your core seeing him like this, wishing it was you in this unknown man's position. But there was no time for that now. Ashley needed to be taken to safety and there was a huge fight approaching you guys and the rest of the village. 

Once introducing yourselves to one Luis Sera, save for Leon, Ashley went into hiding and the three of you started blocking the windows and readying your weapons. 

As if this mission couldn't get any more difficult, the Villa was quickly swarmed by villagers and eventually, a fucking Brute out of all things busts in. 

"Fuck my life!" you curse out in frustration, reloading your pistol. 

"Language, señorita!" Luis shouts at you, jokingly. Somehow through all the chaos, he was able to hear you. 

"Shut it, you." you snap back. That was weird. I don't tend to be that snippy. Probably just stress from the mission. 

"Yikes, sorry." he responded immediately. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but that was quickly replaced by the renewed determination to get out of this hellhole. Noticing Leon slowly getting cornered by the brute, and the second floor being crowded with Plaga Guadañas, you pull out two flash grenades from your belt. 

"Flash grenades coming!" you shout, pulling pins on both grenades, and throw one to the brute, and one to the Guadañas. The Plaga Guadañas promptly die, and the brute is temporarily incapacitated. Given the opportunity, Leon blasts four shotgun shells into it, and finally, fucking finally, it drops dead. 

The Ganados kept coming in waves, and there seemed to be no end to it. 

"Hey! This way! Hurry!" Ashley opens a door leading to an escape. 

The four of you get the bat out of hell, but only for a moment. You all reach the end of a bridge, still having Ganados chasing you. You notice chains keeping up a gate, and promptly shoot it, causing the gate to drop on an unfortunate villager. 

You all take a moment to catch your breath, and then Ashley starts coughing. Coughing up blood. 

"Ashley?!" You hear Leon voicing your same concern. 

"Wh-What's happening to me?" she trembles. 

Luis quickly approaches her, looking like he knows what's up. 

"Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" she only nods, and before you can even ask, Leon beats you to the punch. 

"You wanna start explaining?" 

Luis reveals that Ashley is infected with a plaga, and she could end up like those villagers, but there is a cure. You notice Leon's reaction to this; him clenching his fist, looking down at his arm. What's that about? You wonder, sorta worried, but maybe that's just you being a doting partner. Yeah, that's probably it.

Hopefully, the three of you can find that cure in time. 

Luis leaves shortly after this revelation, claiming that the reason for his assistance is that it "makes him feel better." About what exactly? This mission is leaving you with more questions than answers. You knew this wasn't gonna be a simple mission, but you wish it was. 

After a briefing with Hunnigan, which left some more bad news, you all start moving again. You didn't get very far, as that pain in your back came back, which oddly enough, afflicted your lower abdomen as well. 

Leon and Ashley turn to you when they hear your sharp gasp, to see you clutching your lower back and your other hand resting on your abdomen. The two swiftly approach you, Leon especially. 

"You okay?" Ashley asks, concerned. 

"Yeah, it's just my back hurting from earlier." 

"Earlier?" Ashley presses further. 

"Two Ganados got the jump on me and kicked the shit out of my back." 

"...Jesus. Are you okay to move?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Let's keep going." 

"Hold on. Ashley, could you give me a minute with her?" Leon directs his gaze to you, failing to mask any concern from his features. 

"O-Of course." 

Checking to see the two of you are at a safe distance from Ashley, Leon begins his questioning. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gently caresses your left arm, the two of you in closer proximity to each other. You sigh. 

"I'm okay, Leon. Let's just worry about her." You nod your head in her direction, maintaining eye contact with him. You bring his hand to you, gripping it firmly in your hands. "I'll tell you if something is wrong." You gently kiss his knuckles, and trace along his forearm. You sneak a glance at it to see what he was looking at moments earlier, only to find nothing unusual. 

"It's just-" 

"I'll be okay, mon cœur.” 

Sighing, Leon brings his hand to your face, letting it linger, with his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie, only to find none. He lets his hand drop, and he starts walking along the path, with you and Ashley following suit. 

***

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