#this isn't me saying i'm not gonna talk about LO ever again

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I've come to the stunning realization-

-that Lore Olympus is basically to the webtoons industry what Youtube Kids is to Youtube.

And I'm not talking about the general "Youtube Kids" label, I'm talking about those videos - Elsagate, Johny Johny, Cocomelon, Mickey Mouse tattooing Spongebob or whatever other weird example you can think of - which are explicitly designed to game the algorithm, turn views into money, and most of all, gain and keep the attention of the one demographic that won't question what they're consuming - children.

!!!!THIS POST HAS FAST PASS SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

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I mean, this is undoubtedly just a tinfoil hat theory, but think about it:

Bright oversaturated colors that are attention-grabbing.

Meme faces and 'lol rAnDoM' humor even when it doesn't suit the situation at all.

Art that's all around ugly and cheap on a technical level but still stands out due to its color design and prioritized advertising.

Vapid surface level scene-to-scene writing that doesn't connect or have any meaning in any coherent way.

One-dimensional projection characters who are easy to manipulate and sway for audience sympathy or anger even if those opinions change on a dime based on actions in the moment.

Cliffhangers that are less like true cliffhangers and more like clickbait. Episodes nowadays tend to be filled with drawn out plotlines, vague hints that can be applied to just about any school of thought, and non-sequitur memes to fill the time until they can hook the reader with another cliffhanger to keep them coming back next week.

Coin prices have gone up but episode length, substance, and quality have noticeably gone down. Even if they reach the same panel count they usually have, dialogue is minimal and pacing is brutally inconsistent to the point that plot progression is often non-existent.

Banner ads that run constantly, often in the first or second (or both) slots, with push notifications and pop-up ads also becoming more frequent whether you're subscribed to the comic or not.

And underneath ALL of that, we've got blatant objectifying and sexualization of female characters regardless of context, misogyny that claims to be progressive, racist undertones, borderline fetish content that constantly toes the Terms of Services line, normalization of problematic/toxic relationship dynamics, a creator who's more interested in 'getting back' at critics than writing an actual story, and underlying messaging both from the characters' and the creator's behavior that encourage witch-hunting, rejection of accountability, and blind devotion.

All this is essentially why I've given up consuming LO entirely, beyond just on a critical level as of late. There was a time long ago when I stuck around in the hopes it was going to get better, that maybe it was just going through a "rough patch" as some stories do. After that I stuck around because I wanted to see how it could possibly pull off its ending. And then after that, I simply stuck around for the laughs and community banter. But now I don't even find it funny anymore, the punchline of how bad it is has gotten incredibly old. And at this rate, as much as we'd like to believe it's going to end in its third season as it's been mentioned in the past, we also were told it was going to end between 100-200 episodes prior to that - the way it's going, I can't even stick around "for the ending" because LO is going to be around for as long as WT tries to milk it, despite it no longer having a heartbeat.

As much as I've loved talking shit about this comic and it's undoubtedly the main reason so many of you followed me here in the first place, I'm not going to lock myself in some kind of purgatory hell just to be proven what I already know is going to happen - either the comic continues on forever, doomed to be a lifeless mascot for the zombie corporation that is WT, or RS eats shit while trying to stick the landing with a plane that has no functional parts.

There's a quote from Caddicarus that I couldn't help but think of as I typed this up, from his nearly-decade-old review of Dalmations 3 (oh god, it's nearly been a decade since that video came out what the actual fuck-)

"And this is where I officially lost all fucking care. I realized it wasn't going to end anytime soon. It's one of those rare instances where the novelty of how awful everything is actually gets really tiresome and unfunny." - Caddicarus

[usereddie]

k but rewatching 2x01 and it's gotta be Buck's pov of ugh, this new guy who's all handsome and perfect or whatever

Be curious about Eddie's pov bc I feel like it would be 70% Panic like omg pls don't mess this up and also 30% Gay Panic like why doesn't the pretty guy like me :(

(fair warning, this may have spiraled past 2x01......a lot. bear with me.)

i don't think we've ever gotten eddie's pov the way we've gotten buck's (2x01 and 7x04 for example) HOWEVER i do think we more or less know who buck is from eddie's pov through his actions.

which, considering their characters, tracks so hard.

buck didn't realize he was queer until a man quite literally kissed him on the mouth. seeing eddie from buck's pov is safe because buck has no idea what his feelings are. we watched buck's complicated feelings of jealousy towards eddie unfold TWICE and neither time did he realize what the feelings actually were (physical attraction and y'know. being in love with the guy). buck's pov is one we're allowed to see through as the audience, because it's not actually gonna tell us much, seeing as buck hasn't realized anything.

eddie, though?

reservoir of catholic guilt eddie? the guy who had panic attacks about the idea of being married to his girlfriend? the same man who was diagnosed repressed by a cardiologist?

he knows. he knows and he's been pushing it down since he and buck met, and if we were to ever see buck through eddie's eyes it'd give away everything. the eddie we've seen through buck's pov is just. pure golden sunshine, laughter, love, and buck's best friend in the whole fucking world. buck's best friend that he's in love with, sure, but buck hasn't put those dots together yet, so we, as the audience, won't see that.

buck, to eddie, is home. is family and warmth and comfort. and, obviously, eddie is the same to buck, but eddie knows this. eddie is fully and completely aware of who buck is to him, he's just shoving it all the way down. eddie gave buck a place to land ("it's eddie's house, i'm not really a guest"), eddie trusts buck wish christopher more than he trusts his parents with christopher (ramon and helena saying to eddie 'don't drag him down with you' and him leaving for LA -> eddie saying to buck 'there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you' after the tsunami), eddie let buck in when he was at his absolute lowest.

and, you know.

the will.

we've talked about it a half dozen million times in this fandom but we're gonna talk about it again because it's brain melting. we've never seen buck through eddie's eyes but we've seen exactly who he is to eddie through his actions. eddie trusts buck. eddie needs buck to know he has a reason to stay, that eddie and chris are his reasons to stay. eddie told buck flat out that his life means something. that buck thinks he's not worth anything but he's wrong because he means everything to eddie. eddie loves him.

eddie loved him when he held his hand when buck got pinned under a firetruck and eddie loved him when he dropped chris off before the tsunami and he still loved him when the water went back to the sea and eddie loved him when buck sued the city because the worst part of the whole lawsuit was how much he fucking missed him and eddie loved him when he was trapped under a well and all he could think about was his son and how, if he goes too soon, christopher deserves to be with someone who will love him the way eddie does and eddie loved him when he thought buck was the last thing he was ever gonna see, bleeding out on the streets of los angeles and eddie loved him when he told buck in the only way he knew how to (because, evan) and eddie loved him through panic attacks and mental breakdowns and lightning strikes and new girlfriends and a broken ankle and a new boyfriend because there is no version of eddie diaz that isn't in love with evan buckley.

and eddie knows that.

which is why we don't see it.

[julianalvarez9]

goalkeeper's day / kepa arrizabalaga

summary: after your last boyfriend, you told your friends, again and again, that you wouldn't ever fall in love again. you didn't expect a certain goalkeeper to prove you wrong.

author's note: this might not make sense bc i don't know if it's widely used outside of latam but yeah, thought the idea was funny. "será el día del arquero" ((it'll be on) goalkeeper's day) was a saying used when there was no established date (now it's today, april 14), it was a running joke when talked about something unlikely to happen.

pairing: álvarez!reader x kepa arrizabalaga

fc: nessa barrett

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kepaarrizabalaga on the move! ✌🏻

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namealvarez que feo sos (you're ugly)

kepaarrizabalaga jajajaj al menos soy buena gente? (jajajaj at least i'm a good person?)

user1 what do we have here 👀

enzojfernadez sí hermano 🙌🏻

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[caption: watching my brother enzojfernandez)

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[caption: that's not me ajajaj]

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juliaanalvarez de quién es esa mano? 🙃

user1 you're so pretty 😭😭

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namealvarez me enteré que hoy es el día del arquero (learned that today's goalkeepers day)

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user1 WHOA HARD LAUNCH?????

juliaanalvarez esto es culpa de enzo 🤬 (this is enzo's fault 🤬)

enzojfernandez no voy a decir que no si sí 😂 (won't say it isn't if it is 😂)

user2 next man city vs chelsea will be interesting

yourbff así que sí te ibas a enamorar el día del arquero (so you were gonna fall in love on goalkeeper's day)

namealvarez decime "te lo dije" y listo 🤬 (tell me "told you so" and get it over with 🤬)

kepaarrizabalaga linda 🤍 (pretty 🤍)

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

HEY BESTIE!! just found your blog and I'm about to read your work. But I was wondering if you can write me a request? Please. One where Pedri (my love) is dating a female f1 redbull driver and how their relationship would be giving the schedule and stuff or if you don't know about f1 (idk) you can do like an actress!reader and pedri having a crush on her and pining over her? If you don't wanna do these, I completely understand! But be safe and have an amazing day/night.

Hi darling! Yes I can! Pedri is life, isn't he? Freaking precious (Even tho my weakness is Gavi😅). Tysm, I really hope you like my writing, please let me know!

I do know my bits of F1, not a really hardcore fan of it so I'm gonna take the Actress!Reader since I don't really know everything from it.

I did this while waiting for my class at Uni, so I hope you like it. And be safe too! Have a great day/night

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Hard Crushing - Pedri González x Actress!Reader

"Oh my god, Pedri. You're really watching again The Queen's Gambit?" Fernando, Pedri's brother, asked him after sitting on the couch next to him

"Yes I am, what about it?" Pedri said not taking his eyes off of the TV

"You're obsessed with her, aren't you?"

"I'm not, she's just a good actress!" Fernando gave him a look raising his eyebrows "Ok, maybe I do am a bit obsessed with her. But she's Beautiful, have you given her a good look? Fucking gorgeous" Pedri shook his head "And don't even get me started on her look in Last Night in Soho... AND! During Black Widow? My goodness" Pedri groaned already picturing you in said movies "Also, there were a few rumors saying she's going soon to be appearing in CM, it'll be awesome to see her as a doctora"

"CM?"

"Chicago MED" Pedri replied almost instantly looking at his brother crazily for not recognizing the TV show "Si aparece ahí, me encantaría tener las mil y un enfermedades solo para que me cure" (If she's appearing there, I'd love to have a thousand sickness just so she could cure me)

"Tú estas loco" (You're crazy)

"Thank god, she talks Spanish too" Pedri says out of nowhere ", that way I wouldn't embarrass myself more than I would probably do if I ever get to meet her"

... ...

"What do you mean Y/N Y/L/N will be here?" Pedri asked in disbelief stopping his training to hear the gossip from Balde, Araujo and Ansu

"Yes, she's coming to Barcelona apparently she'll be filming a movie here so she's gonna stay for a while" Araujo explained

"And she's fan of the Barça so" Balde ended

"I know she's fan of Barça, you don't have to tell me things I clearly know" Pedri stated making Gavi laugh "Tell me more about this visit, that I didn't knew about"

"¡CHICOS!" They were interrupted by Xavi "It's not time to gossip, we've a Clásico to win!"

Pedri watched Ansu, Araujo and Balde run off not without telling them a quick "We'll talk later"

... ...

"What do you mean I'll be cooking in front and for Y/N Y/L/N?" Gavi, Ansu, Alejandro, Ferran, Araujo, Lewandoski and Ter Stegen laughed out loud after hearing the news and watching their friend's reaction

"Yes, she's coming to Camp Nou for a whole day, she'll see you training, we'll be giving her a tour and after that we'll be doing a video with her and you were the chosen one. That will make you both good" One of the staff said "Or if you don't want to do it, we can have Gavi or Lewandowski, they were also very asked for"

"¡NO, YO LO HAGO!" (NO, I'LL DO IT!) Pedri yelled surprising the poor woman, the guys laughing once more before he composed himself and added a quiet "I mean... I don't have any problem to do it. I'd love to"

"Okay, it's settled then. Next Tuesday, Pedri"

Gavi speaks up after the woman left "This is your big chance, bro. Meeting Y/N Y/L/N, the girl you've been practically in love with ever since 2019"

"What if I mess up? Say something weird? What if she thinks I'm crazy?"

"I don't think you can mess it up that much, Pedri" Ansu said shaking his head "She's a normal girl, you can do this, I mean... What's the worst thing you can do or say to her?"

"Be confident" Araujo said showing him a thumbs up

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Next Tuesday

Practice had already ended, you had already met briefly the players and they were practicing while you were given the little tour around Camp Nou.

Also, while you were getting makeup done, Pedri was showering and getting himself dressed.

"How will I be able to not embarrass myself in front of her, if just by hearing her name I go like if I have a worm inside me?"

"That's a bit gross, dude"

"¡Joder!" Pedri turned around quickly nearly giving himself a whiplash and soon wished he hadn't.

You were standing there right besides him.

"Hijo de...- Ya la cagué" (Son of a... I fucked it up already) Pedri mumbled to himself but you laughed completely hearing him

"También hablo en Español, cariño" (I also speak Spanish, darling) You said giggling finding really cute his awkwardness.

Truth is that you absolutely loved Pedri and were also a bit nervous, he was your favourite player currently at Barça. And meeting him was like a dream come true.

"Don't worry about it" You said "You're my favourite player and I'm sweating my ass off too" He laughed out loud turning around to see you wearing a smile on your face.

"I'm sorry, you're just... Incredible" You blushed "Like, I've seen all of your movies and series"

"You're incredible too" you said "Like... I always see your matches and you never fail to amaze me" Pedri smiled feeling himself blushing at your words.

"Thank you, it means a lot"

"What are you cooking today?"

"Honestly, I don't know" You both laugh lightly "I just hope that whatever I'm making won't give you a stomach ache"

"You can't be that bad"

"The only thing I do great is serve a glass of water and burned rice" You laughed

"I trust you" You said smiling lightly "You'll do great" You showed your fist up, waiting for him to bump his with yours, when you were called to start recording

"God, she's so beautiful" Pedri mumbled but you still heard it

"Thanks. You're pretty handsome too" He groaned making you laugh. You were teasing him but at the same time you were waiting for him to lose his nerves and you, lose yours.

... ...

Pedri thought this was the worst and best day of his life, you were chatting with him while he was cooking.

Don't get him wrong, you're beautiful and chatting with you was easy, his nerves turned into excitement while talking. But also, the talking with you made it for him a bit impossible to fully concentrate in the cooking.

He just hoped everything tasted good. Or eatable.

"This is really spicy" You said taking a bite from the chicken and coughing up a bit "Like really, really spicy" The whole crew laughed and Pedri covered his hands

"I'm sorry" He said

"No. I like it, I just wasn't expecting that much" You pronounced That heavier making them laugh once more "But still this is delicious" you gave another bite to the chicken showing a thumbs up

"Rate 0/10?"

"9" You said inmediately "For those who say Pedri can't cook"

"Yo tambien lo digo" (I also say it) Pedri, himself said it in disbelief, you liked his food.

"Probablemente me de un dolor de estómago mas tarde, pero, por ahora está buenísimo" (It'll probably give me a stomach ache later, but, for now this is good)

"Esto ha sido Cocina en el Nou, si te ha gustado deja un like y sigue al Barça en todas las redes sociales" (This has been Kitchen in the Nou, if you liked this video leave a like y follow Barça in all social medias) Pedri said as you both waved at the camera

You stood besides him giving him a hug and soon the cameras stopped rolling only for the staff to bring you a Barça shirt.

It was your size with Pedri's name and his number 8.

"Thank you!" You said smiling. Both of you posed for a picture as Pedri quickly signed the shirt for you "It was a pleasure meeting you" You said hugging him once more.

It was almost time for you to go

"CanIhaveyournumber?" He asked quickly as you blinked a few times to recover from his quickness

"Pardon?"

"Can I have your number? It was really nice meeting you too and I would love to chat with you more, without cameras if you'd like" Pedri said.

You smiled

"Only if you take me out on a date"

"Only one?"

"You need to win me over, González. If you keep this moves up, you'll do it in a snap of fingers tho"

You didn't need to say it twice.

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@gaviypedrisbride

[butwhatifidothis]

Omg, really that guy again!?, when you recommended that fic "Everybody leaves eventually" he putted a comment, wtf.

*sigh*

I tried, right. Didn't ever pay attention to this guy, never responded to his numerous replies, reblogs, asks, or mentions to me, trying to debunk or "debate" me. I only ever mention anything of him outright when he initially made that GameFAQs thread about me (which has since been deleted, funny that) and when he was actively gloating about harassing two people off of tumblr - one of those people happening to be a friend of mine.

I've been debating back and forth about whether to block him or not - I know it's gonna do jack and shit, considering his whole schtick is how effectively he manages to slime his way around blocks anyway, and blocking him would be giving him any attention more than what I was doing before. Plus I've literally never blocked anyone before, on Tumblr or anywhere else, so I have no idea if it'd even hypothetically work even if this guy wasn't known for evading them. And I thought, since he'd finally stopped incessantly trying to get me to engage with him, that maybe he finally took a chill pill and finally learned to stay in his lane.

But now I'm saying fuck it. I finally blocked R/axis - and that R/engor guy too, since I know they're buddy-buddy.

I made a post about 17 hours ago, 5:44 PM CST, that was mostly me recommending fics that I liked and thought deserved a bit more attention. R/axis, barely 20 fucking minutes later, leaves a comment:

He's not even subtle about how he came to the fic from coming from my post recommending it. And here he is, trying to fucking "um achktually" and debate someone who, for all I know, has literally nothing to do with anything regarding discourse. This fic doesn't even have 1000 hits, is tagged "Villain Edelgard von Hresvelg" and "this is very Edelgard negative" so you know from the gate that Edelgard isn't gonna get sugar shoved up her ass like the fandom is overwhelmingly eager to do in 99% of the fics she's in anyway, has no claims of trying to be ~meta~ like Cap'n's does, but lo and fucking behold, here this fucker is, probably thinking he's *~casting his pearls before the swine~* when in reality it's more like him shitting on the floor.

Since I know you're just going to evade my block of you, R/axis, and you're definitely going to read this somehow - maybe you'll have one of your buds screenshot this and send it to you, maybe you have another browser open on another account that isn't blocked by me - here's a heads up: don't fucking do this. Or, I guess I should say stop fucking doing this.

This fic has Hubert leaving Edelgard under any circumstances - the author fucking knows what they're writing isn't exactly a 1-to-1 match to canon. They do not need - and almost certainly do not want - you sticking your head through their door with your finger up and ready to wag at them for not being in-line with canon. This person has no influence in the fandom from what I can see, their fic is barely talked about or even known at all, and they make no attempts at saying that this is their genuine view on the game (and in fact straight up say in their comments that this is just what they wanted to see from these characters, which obviously means they know what they're writing isn't in these characters).

They don't want to debate you R/axis. No one wants to debate you R/axis. Shut the fuck up already.

And to the author of the fic: in the slightest chance that you ever read this, I'm sorry that I'd gotten some asshole stinking up your comment section. I never encourage people to leave unkind or otherwise "debatey" comments on any works, even ones I don't like, and I'm sorry that my recommending your fic did just that. Your fic is a really interesting AU idea and just a joy to read through, and it doesn't deserve some Reddit dick trying to "prove you wrong" about a damn-near two-year-old fic. Hope you're having a great day

[underburningstars]

A fluff and heartfelt where Steve calls tony the first time since the avengers disbanded. Telling him he is sorry and he loves tony

Sorry this isn't as fluffy as you probably wanted it to be

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Steve Rogers

Tags : Post Endgame, alive Tony Stark, light angst, hurt/comfort, love confessions, Extremis Tony Stark

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The phone is ringing. Steve doesn’t know if Tony will pick. He thinks Tony won't. Tony doesn’t. It goes to the voice mail.

"Hey Tony. Yeah, I know you didn't pick up means you don't want to talk to me. But I just meed to say this. Even if you never hear this, I need to get this off my chest. I'm being selfish, ain't I? But I guess that's nothing new.

"clears throat*

It's been more than a year now, since we defeated Thanos. You defeated Thanos. Are you okay? Are you healing well?

I have no idea how Extremis works. The last time I saw you, you looked good. But you always look good. You looked younger. Healthier. That's a good thing isn't it? I hope you don't have to face anymore trouble. You've already had too much.

I hear about your divorce. I'm sorry. I really am. Is Morgan living with you? Or is she with Pepper?

I'm sure you've heard but I've given the shield to Sam. He didn't want it at first. But now that he has, he'd be a better Captain America than I ever was.

I never got the chance to apologize. Well, I did but I didn't take it. I wouldn't have been able to bear you saying that you'll hate me forever. That there's no forgiveness. I guess, I've always been a coward.

If you were here, you would give me an out. Tell me apologies were unnecessary. But you're not here. And why would you be? I'm probably the last person you ever want to see again.

*pause and a sigh*

I'm sorry Tony. I'm so so sorry for everything I did. I want to say that I had my reasons but they all just sound like excuses to me. They have for a while now.

Bucky told me you guys talked and had pizza together. That's really good to hear. You know, before I knew he was alive, I had always looked at you and thought that if he was alive, you two would get along very well.

Maybe, now you will.

*shuffling*

When Bucky told me about you two, I thought maybe we could build our friendship again too. But it's different for us isn't it.

What happened between you and him wasn’t either of your fault. But what happened between us was my fault.

I hurt you. The thought kills me. That you were in pain and it was my fault. There are scars in your body I'd placed. This is a knowledge I'd have to live with for the rest of my life.

*chair scraping and a deep breath*

You are my sun Tony. My light. Some days when waking up feels like a chore, I remind myself that you are alive so it's a world worth living in.

You're my world, Tony. Even if I'm not yours. You've always have been.

Tony, I lo-"

*beep*

Steve let out at self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps, even god thinks that Steve doesn't deserve to say it to Tony.

-

Some five hours later, Steve's in the art room that Tony had set up for him when he built the compound. Tony always did so much for everyone. In return, they just hurt him.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Steve looked forward and, "I was sleeping and told FRIDAY to direct all call to voicemail. I came here just as I heard yours." Tony was standing there.

His hair was a mess, his shirt had greese stains on them and he was panting slightly. He looked beautiful.

"What are you doing here, Tony?" Steve’s mind was having a hard time catching up with everything.

"What?" Tony's brows creased in annoyance, "Say waht you're gonna say before the voicemail cut off. Seriously, they should make these things longer. Maybe in the next StarkPho-"

"I love you." Tony paused his rambling and looked at him. "That's what I was gonna say. I love you."

Tony looked at him for a long time, face carefully neutral.

"I don't have any scars anymore. Not after Extremis. So you don't have to feel guilty anymore." he assured.

"Oh, that's go-"

"And I love you too."

"What?" surely Steve had heard wrong.

"You heard me. I love you too. I have for a long time. God we're such idiots."

Tony then promptly jogged closer to Steve, tiptoed closer to his face and

Brightened Steve's life forever.

[defensivelee]

I realize I have not spoken much about the Jacobite I actually know so I am going to YELL about him here now in a very disorderly fashion bc he has recently left and i am actually kinda sad :((

ok so he's a catholic priest and he is mexican. if you know anything about us you will know that we are not the target audience for jacobite propaganda (whatever that may entail), so obv i was never suspecting any jacobite shenanigans from this guy nor from any other guy where i live

but THEN one night after mass i was hoppin back outside and on my way out i hear this man say one (1) thing that made me STOP IN MY TRACKS. he says "ustedes conocen los jacobitas, seguidores de jaime el segundo..." ("you all know of the jacobites, followers of james ii...")

idk what he was talking about and i didn't stay to listen. but that was all i needed. HE KNEW ABOUT JAMES THE GODDAMN SECOND AND HE KNEW ABOUT THE JACOBITES

so i go and tell @acrossthewavesoftime and we decide that i should talk to this guy and see what he knows. originally i was legit not gonna talk to him but i'll admit i was curious too. from there i talked to him many times, i would say like about 7-8 times, and he said plenty of stuffs that i told Radegonde (which was always hilarious). here are the highlights, all the spicy opinions!!

-the first time i spoke to him, i asked him his thoughts on James (under the guise that i needed the knowledge for school). he went on a bit of a rant that i dont remember much of, but i do remember he said that what James did was honorable (something like that i think??) and that giving up his kingdom for catholicism isn't something anybody would do. said he would be fine with making James a saint but that he isn't a jacobite (implying he knows that there are some still around)

-also in that first time, he called William an enemy of the bible (which Radegonde referenced on her blog once and it made me choke)

-for some reason i thought it was a brilliant idea to tell him of the green stockings kink. he made a face at it and said he would look into it. idk if he ever did bc he never mentioned it again............

-i asked him if he thought it was weird that spanish wikipedia has James as "Jacobo" rather than "Jaime" (which is more correct honestly) and he said it was very strange, implying that he has been on wikipedia

-on that note, he called James "Jaime" but didn't call William "Guillermo." understandably so bc it is very funny

-apparently he has been to France (and speaks French!!! wow!!) and that's how he learned of James. i can only imagine what he saw there

-i asked him his thoughts on Mary and it was really interesting bc it seems that he thinks of her as a victim! specifically he said that he couldn't blame her bc she was obeying what her husband wanted and claimed that even if she hadn't wanted to go depose James, William would have done it anyway

verdict: a jacobite even if he denies being one. i get the vibe that he does NOT like William......

so i think this guy's really interesting bc he's actually. not that bad of a priest?? like one time this dickhole at church was ranting things against trans people yknow the usual insults and my jacobite priest was sort of...side-eyeing him. he did not look too happy. an ally? something else? i have no idea. idk how openly trans i look but he was at least very much willing to talk to me.

and thats the thing that i'm actually sorta sad about, bc i feel like i got to know more about him than just the jacobite part of him. like this post is about his Very Fascinating Opinions but also sometimes i had a rough time at church and listening to him talk was funny so it made me feel better. he also genuinely said hello to me sometimes and would listen to MY opinions very attentively

he recently switched over to another church, which means i won't get to see him as much anymore if at all, but last sunday i saw him he said he hopes he gets to see me again

in conclusion. very strange thoughts but not a terrible priest by my standards! oddly i miss him now but it is what it is :(

[mistystep-0]

hiii

uhhh ik this is like. really awkward and shit BUT I think that I might like you. romantically. a little bit. I just,,, I don't know how to express it, but you make me SO happy, and when you're not with me I miss you a lot... I long for you and think about you every day and I want you to hold me SO bad-- and I think you're really cute in general also. (idk why but there's something about you that makes me go AHDHJSDJJSRJSIFHEIRJERIRJRJ/pos)

ive never been one for pet names or physical contact, but when you call me "amor" or you hold my hand, or hug me, I just MELT. I wish you could do that more often.

and yah. that's how I feel I guess. I hope you feel the same, man. I just wanted to let it out

you don't have to like. answer this at all. I just can't get the words to say it out loud, it's so embarrassing, lol

god my heart is going so fast

@froggyplanet4269

I- well I- u know... How do people replay to things like this, and more online- This never happened to me, my face right now feels like lava and my face just went :0.

I don't exactly know how to replay this, and I'm kinda of a mess with feelings and stuff- We talked a bit before about all of this and how we- u know- kissed- and I really liked u in that moment and it felt nice finally thinking u liked me back, but then u said u didn't want to talk about it ever again and I got kinda scared.. So I started pushing u away- trying to get the feeling to go away and IT KINDA WORKED even knowing I was hurting u, and I'm sorry that was selfish of me, god I'm shaking and- I FEEL THE SAME I KNOW I DO don't get me wrong but I'm a mess and I can't even work out my own emotions I feel like trying to work out more it's gonna be like trying to lift an elefant with one hand, if u can't with 2- well u know.

Well what I'm trying to say is that I'm willing to give it a try, but I feel like suddenly everything is just gonna be to much and I'm gonna snap on u, and I'm gonna hurt u and drive u away like I always do and I don't want that- but u never know- maybe that doesn't even happen IDK I CAN'T READ THE FUTURE- but I'm hurting and if I'm hurt I feel like I hurt others.

So yeah, I want to try, if u want- this whole essay isn't about how I don't like u. It's just me getting my feelings out and that a lot of things have been getting between them and making them blurry- but I know they are still there, I feel them- so if u're willing to take me and accept me. Helping me with the things that had been getting on our way (that u already know about and I'm not telling online)

(i feel selfish writing this, I don't want u to take this the wrong way. We are on a call right now, but I'm on deafen, I feel like I should undeafen, but I'm a fucking coward so I gonna send this and wait for u to respond before undeafening)

Te juro que quiero intentarlo y si tu tambien quieres me gustaria ser algo mas que solo amigos o una qpr- Solo queria darte todo de mi antes, para que comprendieras lo dificil que es el pensar que te podria dañar dd alguna manera u otra. Pero eso no significa que pase- y no debria tener estos pensamientos, emos sido amigos durante un tiempo ahora y perderte se siente muy duro y my cabeza me come con ansiedad diciendo que algo va a salir mal- pero se que eso es mi ansiedad y que no pasara nada y por eso quiero intentarlo.

(De veras no se come expresarme amor, asique si de alguna manera seli como rudo, te pido perdón)

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

Dude, the "Shadow is 15" thing is from an official character sheet, for SA2 iirc. I can’t link it as an anon but just google it. In theory I agree with your take of years in consciousness and artificial being and whatnot, but 15 is actually the age that was intended for him and that he’s labeled as. (If sonic chars talked about their age ever)

oh, from sonic adventure 2 you say? well it's not in the game, so i guess i'll look at the manuals and character profiles. while i'm overseas right now, there are many reliable pdfs of the manuals on sonic retro, and the sonic channel profiles are still accessible!

right, let's look at the dreamcast manual—

hm. nothing there, i guess you mean the battle remaster for gamecube...? okay, i'll just—

hm... no ages. japanese?

don't worry anon i'll give you the benefit of the doubt and use the handy dandy internet to visit shadow's sonic channel profile!

hm. well that's funny, no age again? that doesn't make sense though, because if none of the manuals provided character ages, how did we learn rouge's age when her character debuted in the same game as shadow? there's gotta be ages somewh—

oh.

oh...?

Oh! It's almost like you're wrong, anon! I'd be more than happy to take pictures of my manuals when i return home, but since you said to "just google it" i did exactly as you instructed. Lo and behold, Shadow still isn't 15, so I'd rather not receive whatever link you get your information from unless you have a verified original document in print to match my own documents at home. but nice try :")

here's the heroes manual that states shadow doesn't age, has no verified time of creation, and is labelled as ageless moving forward by quite literally everything in the canon, which has never officially given him an age. why? because he's ageless.

kachow. no theories or deep dives needed, and if they wanted to be adamant on shadow's age being 15 they'd fucking put it under all his character profiles since his debut 01: but they didn't. because he isn't 15.

sure, he might look like sonic— SEGA wanted an aesthetic and temperamental reflection of the blue blur (hence his initial name being terios) and their abilities are matched, but that doesn't mean that shadow, within the actual sonic lore, just magically gets labelled as 15 for being like sonic. even if you wanted to read into things too far it wouldn't make logical sense— like, tell me how the FUCK would gerald robotnik predict the age and existence of sonic approximately 35 years prior to his birth (if we count shadow being put in stasis the same year he was created) and make it so his ultimate creation who cannot age... will be permanently underdeveloped as a teenage hedgehog... so he can uh, provide symbolism in the 21st century for events that haven't happened? "mural theory" ok that doesn't have sonic's age on it either, gerald wasn't thinking about if sonadow would be shippable for you guys when he made a bioweapon.

^^^ oh you thought it was gonna end there? NOPE! because even if you think shadow lived for 15 fucking years before being put in stasis, hence why he's 15, NEWSFLASH! maria isn't 15 so gerald would have made shadow before she was even born (incompatible with the lore) and even if we retcon that, he wouldn't even be able to make shadow because the black comet comes every 50 years. "well that doesn't mean shadow couldn't have lived for 15 years after black doom came, then gone into stasis for 50 years!" yeah it does lol 15+50=65, the black comet comes every 50 years. in order for shadow's game to occur, it has to be half a century after gerald created him. so uh, your 15 isn't gonna fall out of someone's ass no matter how many ways you try to push it.

anyways, if you have to try that hard to refute the ageless canon, you're digging for ways to override it. which is misinformation. don't do that.

[cxnsiglixrx]

@garniers - I deleted the ask by accident sorry

Five letters he didn't send

Letter sent from LA - 24/09/1945

Dear Holiday,

Since I met you, that fateful day on set of 'The Grey Man', I could only think of two things. 'Can't she see where she's going?' and 'She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.' I was a complete ass back then, and it's perhaps too late to say but I'm sorry.

You've been on my mind to the point where I think I'm going crazy. You're the first thing I think of when I wake up, and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep. Hell, I'm even dreaming you at his point. I just wish it wasn't so damn hard to tell you all this.

--

Letter sent from Milan, Italy - 11/07/1947

Dear Holiday,

Italy is about as boring as I thought it would be. The amount of times I've been lost in these streets is insane. Maybe it's just me. The sites are beautiful though. We went to some historical monuments when we weren't shooting. The movie is going great. So far so good.

But, I can't help but feel very lonely in these last few weeks. And I know why, because I don't have anyone to throw everything bagels at me. I miss you. Very much. I wish you could be here to see Italy with me, maybe then I could remember the trip in fondness. Remember it as something wonderful, instead of a work trip. You would make it all the more bearable.

--

Letter sent from Newark, New Jersey - 05/10/1947

Dear Holiday,

It really sucks that you couldn't come to New Jersey with me. Eh, who am I kidding? The place is a shit hole anyway. It's cold, damp and slippery. I hope that I can come back to Los Angeles as soon as possible. If I'm being honest, I miss you. Being away from you isn't something I'm fond of. There isn't anyone who gets on my nerves and makes me laugh expect you. Write to me when you can, and free me from this insistent boredom.

--

Letter sent from Newark, New Jersey - 09/12/1949

Dear Holiday,

You asked me once if I loved what I did. The standup, the acting. Did I love it? At the time, I said no but I really do in truth. I can't imagine my life without acting or standup. In a way, I believe myself to be born for entertainment, just like you. What you did today was amazing, it left me with my jaw on the floor. You have a talent that goes beyond dancing, and you need to use it.

I've seen the ins and outs of the industry, and how ugly it can be. Hence why I said I didn't love what I did. But you're gonna need to be strong, and you will see the light at the end of the tunnel. You will see the benefits that your work gives you, the satisfaction of knowing that you made someone look at the theater screen in awe. And I will be admiring you through the whole thing.

If you fall, I will catch you.

--

Letter sent from Newark, New Jersey - 14/07/1951

Dear Holiday,

I haven't written to you in a while, and there's a reason for that. I simply couldn't bring myself to speak the truth. The truth that has been weighing on me for the entirety of the tour. When I saw you in your latest picture, I was proud. I was proud of you. You have come so far. In the moment of my pride, I realized something about myself. Something that I never thought I would feel for someone. I love you, Holiday. I love you. I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your hair. The way you explain things to me, the way you can keep up a conversation without it becoming awkward.

I find myself searching for you in the laughing crowds, or hoping that your watching my tour from home and laughing your ass off. Maybe it's foolish of to confess all of this in a letter, but then again, I was never the most organized person.

We'll talk about it when I come home.

--

One letter he did send

Letter sent from New York City, New York - 22/01/1950

Dear Holiday,

You may not know this about me, but I do standup comedy as well as acting. While I am in New York, and you are in California, it would mean a lot me if you could come. I can pay for the tickets to and back, np problem. Consider this as an apology gift for being an absolute ass to you, and for acting un-gentlemanly. And you can meet some of the other Hollywood schmucks here, and see the Big Apple. So please, come to my show in Carnegie Hall.

I hope that I make you die laughing.

Sincerely,

Lewis C.

P.S If not for me, do it for Cary Grant. He's a friend of mine and I'll introduce you.

[genericpuff]

y'know what, going against the grain for once, I actually like these drawings.

And yes, the third one is silly and I can't take it all that seriously, it's definitely the weaker of the three and I don't think "like" is the word for it (more like "I don't hate it"), but if these aren't the closest Rachel has been to drawing authentic LO stuff in years, I don't know what is. Say what you want about these drawings, if they're pretty or if they're ugly, but they're still WAY closer to what LO used to look like than how it looks now.

If you're telling me THESE are ugly and need to be "fixed" when original LO looked like this:

like yeah ok a lot of these panels in hindsight aren't perfect either and comparing them says a lot about the old art too, but they're the panels that got us into LO in the first place so you're not gonna catch me relentlessly trashing on these doodles tbh Those drawings she posted to her BlueSky/Twitter are literally shower thought doodles and while it's pretty telling that she's willing to put more effort into those doodles than into the comic, I think, on the flipside, it's also great to see her doing it because if there's ANY hope in LO regaining even a semblance of that magic it used to have in its art, it lies in Rachel learning how to draw for fun again and finding peace with the process. I'm not gonna fault her for that in the slightest by talking shit or looking for faults in these "for fun" drawings she made.

That said, as someone who's long since removed the rose colored glasses, I don't think LO will ever really go back to "what it was" for me because the definition of "what it was" had a lot of issues that I can't believe I overlooked, in both the art and the narrative. Going back to "what it was" is impossible because I can't unlearn the things that I've seen and know about this webcomic, I can't pretend there isn't a DDLG dynamic or that Rachel wasn't influenced by Lolita or that Hades isn't an insert of Mads Mikkelson.

But the art is prettier and closer to original LO than 95% of what I've seen in the entirety of S3 LO. So that's neat.

[storiesoftaylor]

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Taylor's Version)

Written By: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, and Shellback Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Shellback Length: 3:13

The back story to this song is actually hilarious. So it's rumored that she recorded this in April of 2012 in Los Angeles. It's also rumored that Adam Levine was also recording that night. This is important to the story of the song because it's said that Adam and Mr. Superior Thinking are good friends.

This part however isn't rumored - it comes straight from Taylor herself. In an interview when the song came out originally this is what she had to say about the interesting creative turn this song took.

"Writing ‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" was one of the most hilarious experiences I have ever had in the studio because it just happened so naturally. I ran into my ex's friend at the studio and he starts talking about how he’s heard we were getting back together and that was not the case. When he leaves, Max and Johan are like, ‘so what’s the story behind that?’ And so I start telling them the story of break up, get back together, break up, get back together, just, ugh, the worst. Max says, ‘this is what we’re writing. We’re writing this song,’ and I picked up the guitar and just started singing, ‘we are never–’ It just happened so fast. It was so much fun."

HIDDEN MESSAGE IN THE LYRICS: When I stopped caring what you thought

[Verse One] I remember when we broke up the first time Saying, "This is it! I've had enough." 'Cause like We hadn't seen each other in a month When you said you needed space (what) So, right off the bat, we can see where he was in the relationship. He needed space but they hadn't seen each other in a month... and that was just the FIRST TIME they broke up. And she says that she said that she had enough and she couldn't deal with it... but... Then you come around again and say "Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change. Trust me." Remember how that lasted for a day I say "I hate you" we break up, you call me, "I love you" The endless cycle of toxic relationships like this. He says he 'needs space' you get pissed and break it off. He then comes back around and says he misses you and he is going to fix this, and you go running back. Clockwork.

[Pre-Chorus] ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh We called it off again last night ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh This time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you

[Chorus] We-ee are never, ever, ever getting back together We-ee are never, ever, ever getting back together You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we-ee are never, never, never Getting back together like, ever I feel like all of the pre-chorus and chorus is pretty self-explanatory. They are NEVER getting back together.

[Verse Two] I'm really gonna miss you picking fights And me, falling for it, screaming that I'm right And you, would hide away and find your peace of mind With some indie record that's much cooler than mine This entire verse is sarcastic and I live for it. Is she really gonna miss him picking fights? And she would fall for the fight and scream that she was right, just falling right into his bullshit. And then once she got good and mad, he would disappear and go listen to the lame music that he thought made him look cool. Sadly for him, it just made him look pretentious.

[Pre-Chorus] ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh You called me up again, tonight ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh This time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you

[Chorus] We-ee (we) are never, ever, ever getting back together We-ee are never, ever, ever getting back together You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me (Talk to me) But we are never, ever, ever, ever Getting back together

[Post-Chorus] ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah) ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah) ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah) oh-oh-oh

[Bridge] I used to think that we were forever, ever And I used to say, "Never say never" Here she is saying at one point she really believed in her heart and soul that they would last forever. And when people used to ask her if they would get back together she would say, "Never say never." Not anymore. She's very much saying, Fuck off. ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you" And I'm like, "I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know? Like, we are never getting back together, like ever Noooo!!! See, clearly reads "FUCK OFF MR. SUPERIOR THINKING!!!"

[Outro] We (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ohh, no) Getting back together We (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Getting back together (yeah) You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me (Talk to me) But we are never, ever, ever ever Getting back together

[transias]

honest with me. (III)

pairings: spider-man!miguel diaz x reader

warnings: miguel sorta being a dick, terribly written fight scene.

summary: after the events of samantha's party, miguel has completely been ignoring you and your friends. it isn't until miguel comes to a dreadful realization that he asks for you and your friends' help.

note: so this is the final part! but don't worry, this isn't the last you haven't seen of spider-man!miguel. i'll probably make some imagines and headcanons! also just some people who asked me to be tagged in the last part! @dramasmarvel @melixfandoms

after the events of sam's party, you spent the rest of the weekend stuck at work.

you thought maybe it'd be better if you kept your mind busy and did things, it sort of worked. hawk and eli swung by saturday afternoon and you told them everything.

they were a bit disappointed, to say the least. but they stuck right by you, asking if you were okay and comforting you. you were so grateful for them.

the week you came back from school, you tried talking to miguel but he just walked past you.

then you tried again but this time he gave you some dumb excuse about how sam needed his help with prom.

the entire day, you just watched as miguel walked down the halls with sam, his arm wrapped around her waist.

and after four weeks of miguel completely ignoring you and your friends. he had his big 'promposal' in the cafeteria.

he stood in the cafeteria with a huge bouquet of flowers for her in his arms. what was left of your broken heart simply disintegrated as you watched him kiss her and everyone cheer.

demetri and hawk tried distracting you with everything they could, and while you reassured them you were fine they could tell you weren't.

you were all hanging out at hawk's house, playing video games and simply hanging out.

"we should all go to the prom together." hawk spoke up.

you furrowed your brows, "all? you mean you, demetri, and me?"

he nods, "yeah! i mean we don't have dates and we could end up having a little fun. what's the harm in that?"

"i thought you were going to the prom with moon?" demetri asked.

"yeah about that... she actually has to visit her grandparents this weekend." hawk replied.

you thought, "but- prom is in two days. i don't even have an outfit!"

"well then what are we waiting for? come on! let's go find our fits!" hawk pulled you and demetri up from the couch.

you weren't gonna lie, you wanted to go to prom with miguel but things changed. so you guess going to prom with your two best friends wouldn't be so bad, would it?

so you set out to help your friends get their tuxedos and your outfit.

"what about this one?" demetri asked, stepping out of the changing room with the most ridiculous suit ever.

you stiffled a laugh, "demetri, i'm sorry but that suit does not look good on you. or literally anyone."

"yeah, (y/n)'s right. you look like you just stepped out of dumb and dumber." hawk joked.

you looked around for other different suit styles to try and help demetri.

when you finally found one you thought would good look on him, you heard someone behind you ask, "you're going to the prom?"

turning around, you meet miguel's brown eyes, quickly forcing yourself to look away from him.

"i don't wanna talk to you right now." you start walking away, miguel placing his hand on your arm.

"please! can i just apologize? i know-"

"save it, diaz! if you were actually sorry you would've said it to me before? why wait until now?" you angrily mumble to him.

"because- i'm in love with you too! i just- i didn't know how to tell you this or even apologize." he replied.

a terrible pain churned in your heart. "well if you're so in love with me, then why are you with her?"

miguel gulped, "because- i like her too. but i love you. like and love are two different things." he sighed, "i can't just tell her this. it'll hurt her."

you scoffed, "like you hurt me?" you sigh, "i'll see you around."

you returned to your friends, handing demetri the suit you looked for him.

-

the night of the prom was dreadful for you.

you were worried about seeing miguel and sam again. but you also didn't want it to ruin your night completely.

you were gonna have fun with your friends and that was it!

you heard a horn outside and walked out, laughing as you saw the giant limo and your friends out. "you did not just get a limo for this." you look at hawk.

hawk smirked, "i figured if we're gonna look this fly we better show up in style." he shrugged, "but anyways, you look absolutely great (y/n)!"

you look down at (y/f/c) outfit and smile, doing a playful curtsy, "why, thank you." you smile.

demetri pulled out a small plastic box, "if you'll allow me."

you nod, giving him your arm and watching as he placed a corsage on your wrist.

"thank you guys for this. really, i appreciate it." you smile at them.

"you're our friend. friends look out for each other." demetri gave you a smile.

"well what are we waiting for! come on, let's show these losers how it's done." hawk exclaimed, the three of you getting into the limo.

the three of you loudly sang along to hawk's playlist, the driver was probably annoyed more than anything right now. but thankfully, your ride was coming to an end.

demetri stepped out first, offering you his hand as you stepped out, hawk following afterwards.

you took a deep breath, lacing you and your friends’ arms together as you walked in.

the decoration was absolutely beautiful. you hated larusso but you had to give her props for making the gymnasium not look like one.

“you want something to drink?” hawk asked.

“yeah uhh fruit punch please!” demetri smiled.

“i asked (y/n), get it yourself.” hawk scoffed.

demetri’s smile dropped and hawk sighed, “fine- i’ll get it for you. (y/n)?”

“i’ll take fruit punch too, thank you!” you reply.

hawk returned soon with the drinks in his hand, handing each of them to you.

you heard a throat clear behind you, “h-hey guys.”

you turn around to be faced with miguel, a horrified look on his face.

"are you alright?" you ask.

miguel shakes his head, "i uhm- i don't know! listen, i know i've been a real shitty friend. especially to you, (y/n)." he glances at you, "i just- i really need your help now, more than ever."

"what makes you think we'll help you?" hawk crossed his arms.

you gently smack his arm, "no. i mean- yeah these past couple of weeks you've been acting like a dick but... it's not like we can ignore our entire pasts together."

hawk and demetri looked at each other, "are you sure you wanna help him?" demetri asked.

you shrug, "it's what friends do. they look out for each other, like you said."

the boys sigh and nod, "fine. what do you need help with?"

"follow me." miguel said.

as the four of you made your way to the computer lab, miguel explained the whole thing to them. how you figured out he was spider-man and that sam's dad was actually an illegal weapons dealer. he was ready to strike now and go after an important technological company.

needless to say, the news your two friends mostly focused on was the fact that miguel was spider-man.

"you're telling me- that all this time, the posters i have on my room are from you?!" hawk asked.

"i- i guess so. wait you have spider-man posters?" miguel teased.

"called it." demetri added.

hawk rolled his eyes, "whatever, let's just do this!"

you connected a call between miguel and you and your friends, as you were about to hand him the earpiece you saw he was already in his suit.

"do you just always wear that under everything?" you ask.

he nods, "yeah pretty much. gotta be ready for anything, y'know?"

"right, of course." you reply, "well, go get 'em tiger." you smile softly at him.

he smiles back before slipping his mask back on and swinging out of the window.

you return to demetri, who's on the computer tracking the plane of the company.

"can you see anything yet?" he asked miguel.

"yeah! he's drilling some kind of hole onto the plane. i don't know how i'll get so high up there." miguel replied.

"well what if you use your webs and yourself as a slingshot?" you ask.

miguel nods, "i think that'll work!"

a moment of silence goes by but as you hear a thud and a grunt, you're sure miguel has reached the top of the plane.

"i did it!" he exclaims.

the three of you let a sigh of relief out, "what's the plan now?" hawk asks.

"well i'm having a little bit of trouble getting into the plane itself but- OH SHIT!" miguel yelps, a loud buzzing noise being heard through the intercom.

miguel kept dodging every single attack his opponent would send, "just casually ditching the school dance, to fight my girlfriend's dad!" he exclaimed.

you sat by your chair, feeling completely useless while all you could do is sit and listen to him fight mr. larusso.

"the plane's gonna crash! we're heading down now!" miguel says.

"do you see any clear land where you're about to crash?" you ask.

"yeah, it seems like it might be coney island!" he replies.

"i'll meet you there!" you quickly get up and take off to the dance floor again.

you look around and spot robby, dancing next to tory nichols.

"hi! sorry to interrupt but robby, i really need your car! can i borrow it?" you ask.

"depends. what are you willing to trade for it?" he smirks.

you groan, "i'll do your entire homework for a month and finish your biology essay!"

robby shrugs, "sounds like a good deal to me."

and with that, robby keene tosses you his car keys.

"oh thank you! goodbye guys, enjoy your night!" you quickly wave goodbye.

you drive as fast you can to the island, thankfully the streets were empty, leaving you to speed up as fast as you needed.

as you reach the parking lot, your stomach drops at the sight of the fiery crash. you notice a floating figure trying to make its getaway, you run towards it and notice miguel trying to pull them down.

the heavy armor around the figure fails, exploding and dropping down on the ground.

"oh shit." miguel mutters. he runs after the man and so do you.

mr. larusso seems to be okay, miguel quickly gets him out of the armor and drops him down to the ground.

"miguel!" you exclaim, running after him.

"oh (y/n)!" he replies, quickly pulling you into a hug.

"are you alright? are you hurt?" you ask, looking at him up and down.

he takes off his mask, "i'm alright! i promise, look at me." a smile forming on his lips.

you can't help but smile back, "i'm happy you are."

"(y/n). i'm sorry, i should've never hurt you and i never should've picked sam over hawk and demetri and especially you." he starts, "and if you'll still have me, i want to be with you. but doing it properly this time. is that alright?" miguel asks.

you stop for a moment, thinking about it for a second and nodding, "i would love that."

miguel leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, you raise and eyebrow before leaning in yourself and wrapping him in a way longer kiss.

"come on, we have to get out of here the police will be here soon." you take his hand.

"wait- i just have to do one last thing." he insists.

miguel grabs mr. larusso and webs him up to one of the crates, he writes something down on a legal notepad that one of the workers must've forgotten and gently webs that up to mr. larusso's chest.

"now, let's go!" miguel exclaims, taking your hand into his and running.

you take him back to your house. you call demetri and hawk to update them, the two of them now on the way to your house.

you had changed out of your prom outfit to a much more comfortable one.

miguel sat down in your bed, you check his body for anymore injuries.

"well, this was one hell of a prom night, huh?" miguel jokes.

you chuckle softly and nod, "yep."

he sighs, "sam's gonna be mad i blew her off."

"well maybe sam's dad shouldn't be manufacturing illegal weapons and trying to steal high technology." you snarkily replied.

miguel laughs and wraps you under his arm, "i'll talk to her and fix this, i promise."

your bedroom door busts open and in come demetri and hawk talking loudly.

"dude! that was absolute madness!" demetri exclaims, both of your friends still hyped up on adrenaline.

"it's all over the news! spider-man stops daniel larusso from stealing high tech!" hawk adds.

-

the following week, sam and her family had moved away to live with some distant relatives.

you had to admit, you sort of felt bad for her. it was unfair that she had to move away from this life because of the consequences of her father.

miguel and you went official, at least only between hawk and demetri. the rest didnt really need to know.

miguel and you sat on the rooftop of a building, him in his spider-man suit as you both looked at the view.

out of the blue, miguel asks, "do you wanna swing with me?"

you pause for a moment, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong but in the end you shrug, "sure!"

you wrap your arms tightly around your lover, taking a deep breath before letting a small scream as soon as he starts swinging.

after a few seconds you relax, you're safe in miguel's arms and happier than ever.

and you know what? you wouldn't have it any other way.

[baejl]

[BREAKING NEWS!] EXO's Somi becomes the first ever kpop artist to win a Grammy.

Another win for EXO's Somi! On this Sunday, April 3rd, Somi became the first ever kpop act to win a Grammy award.

Somi, who is in the kpop industry since 14 years old, won the category of Best Pop Solo Performance with her smash hit 'Bicycle', competing against Olivia Rodrigo, Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande, Brandi Carlile and Billie Eilish.

The news of Somi's nomination came in November when she was in Los Angeles recording her second full album, which was supposed to release in the last week of January. But, it was delayed without a date to be released again.

In a beautiful red Chanel dress made exclusively for Somi to wear on the red carpet, the 24-year-old idol caught everyone's attention with her sympathy and smile. Still on the red carpet, while she was giving an interview for the E! News channel, Somi announced her album, which she revealed to be named 'Snapping', is coming sooner than we think.

'I like my things to be original. Unfortunately, even though the first version of the album was looking - and sounding - incredible, it wasn't perfect, you know? So, my team and I decided to do it all over again.', Somi told Erin, E!'s reporter. 'All I can say is that it is amazing.' When asked about any collabs, Somi only laughed.

When Somi got announced as the winner of one of the most important categories of the night, Korean television stopped its programming to broadcast her speech live. She started it in English but switched to Korean.

'I wasn't born in an artistic family, with money to sign me in one of the best companies and buy me awards.' Somi talked in Korean, mentioning all the hate K-pop has been suffering through its raising. 'This (the award) isn't mine. It's for all the Asian artists who fight every day to have the least a person can have; respect. Fighting! Now, excuse me because I'm gonna get drunk tonight.'  

Somi also performed an 8 minute medley of her hit songs "Stay Tonight", "Bicycle", and "Killing Me", with a special dance break of her exclusive song.

Some say it was one of the best performances of the last Grammy editions.

[bringmebackdude]

I Can't Quit You Baby

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Slash x fem!Reader

Concept: Slash has been hooking up with a rich girl, but this time "no ties" starts to bother him.

Word count: 1,454

A/N: Actually I've been thinking about making a fic out of this one, haven't read or seen one like this with the guys and mixing a rich girl with Slash seems very interesting...(if you have, please let me know, I'm not trying to steal any content by mistake!)

(light smut, fluff)

His agitated body dropped next to hers, both chests going up and down from exhaustion and the heat that filled the considerably small room. Their bodies still felt the shivers of pleasure, there was a comfortable silence during the recovery. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed looking for her bra, which she spotted right next to Pandora's tank, his snake, alongside her panties. It was a usual scavenger hunt for her clothes, she and Slash wouldn't care where they left their stuff when lust came between them. He lit a cigarette while watching his companion with a frown, slightly smirking seconds later when he laid eyes on the lightning-struck tattoo she had on her left buttock. "You're leaving already?"

"Wasn't two hours enough for you, big boy?" she chuckled, sliding her legs inside the pink skirt.

"It's just that you usually stay longer...y'know" shrugging and letting the smoke escape from his lips, he sat on the bed. Carefully pushing some of his rebel curls back, so he could give a better look to the girl's half-naked body. "And it isn't two hours if you count the smoke breaks."

"I have stuff to do, and I'm already late," her tone was calm, but she buttoned down her blouse in a rush, shoving her panties in her purse after.

"Daddy invited the president over tonight?" he asked mockingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny," she finished tying her boots and walked towards him, holding his face between her hands "You would love to go to one, wouldn't ya?"

"I'd die for," using his reliable sarcasm, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'll see you soon," always her same goodbye, not forgetting about the quick peck on the lips before taking her belongings and walking out of his room. "Bye, Pandora! Bye, Duff!" Slash heard the main door close, letting out a sigh, all the fun was over sooner than he thought. He was quite happy with the dynamic between him and (Y/N), no need for compromises, just sex whenever they were in need. She was funny, hot, friendly, listened to the same music as he did, and not to mention she was rich. Also, her dad hated Slash, which made the friendship more exciting for both of them. Two lovers of trouble, together, were no good. That's exactly what he wanted, a good fuck and then leave. But somehow, it slightly bothered him that she didn't ask for more. All the girls were looking for something serious with him, why not her?

"She left early, huh?" Duff's head poked out of his door before he made an entrance to the curly's bedroom. He shrugged again, taking a puff on his cigarette "Yeah." "Oh dude, I'm so jealous you can bang that anytime you want. Do you mind if I shoot my shot with her?" "It's not up to me. She's probably out of your league" Slash replied. The guys enjoyed having her around, she wasn't stuck up like other ones, but still, she had a very strong character, which would sometimes cause fights between her and Axl. Of course, she had developed quite the friendship with Duff. The blond giraffe was funny as hell. "If she's a Motley Crue girl, there will be no problem to get her" rested his body against the wall and crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew it was gonna piss the guitarist. "What do you mean?" "Izzy and I ran into her a couple of nights ago after a Motley Crue concert. No big deal." "What were you doing there?" Slash interest grew, he threw the cigarette to the floor and step on it. She goes to see Motley but not us? (Y/N) knew that they were making noise around Los Angeles, he talked endlessly to her about many gigs, still, she never attended one. The unusual feeling of resentment invaded him. He shrugged, making his way out of the room "Chicks are horny as fuck at the end of a rock concert, dude." Duff laughed walking through the hall, knowing the effect that his comment had caused on his friend. As much as Slash would deny it, everyone in the band knew there was something much more than just a friendship going between the two of them. Ever since the night they met her, the proprietorial side of the curly had shown. Besides (Y/N) being rad, she would sometimes arrive at their apartment with boxes of beer when she knew it was their rest day, lent them some clothes, or even offer transportation. Although she would disappear very often and for several days, it was a friendship worth keeping. At this point, the guys were just waiting for them to become something a bit more official, but the two lovers were too proud.

﹆

Her foot stomped on the floor when she tripped on the amp next to the sofa, the dark empty apartment echoed with giggles from the two of them, their mouths refusing to separate. Slash felt the doorknob of his room, quickly opening the door and pulling the girl inside, both wasting no time in starting to take their clothes off. She let her skirt slide down her legs, showing off her pink thong. He, on the other side, was almost naked when he took his pants off, the guy had no problem being commando most of his life. He laid her body delicately on the bed, sliding his mouth towards the female's jaw, where he left traces of saliva from his wet kisses along with a few bites. The rough touch of his blistered fingers running through her body, making her skin crawl as the touch entered between her legs, a smirk appeared in the guitarist's face when he felt how wet she was already, something he never got tired of. A moan escaped from her lips when his mouth positioned on one of her nipples, sucking hard. "Baby" her hands running through his curls, slightly pulling from these, "I need you," she whispered. Needless to say, that unleashed the lust he carried inside.

...

His tanned hand grabbed the delicate one, feeling his fingers locked with hers, a simple but cute thing that Slash usually didn't do. She bit her lip, hiding the smile that the sudden action had provoked on her. "So... Duff told me he saw you at a Motley concert." "Oh yeah, I think it was last weekend or something like that," she shrugged, peering up at him. "I didn't know you liked those types of bands..." trying hard to hide his jealousy, he kept an unworried face. "One of my girlfriends took me with her, and you know I like rock," covering her breasts with the blanket, she reached for a cigarette and took the lighter from the nightstand. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is this whole interrogation happening, dumbass?" she chuckled, letting the smoke come out right in front of his face. Slash coughed, rolling his eyes before stealing the cigarette from her hand, to which she smiled. "I don't know, it's just that you never come to watch us perform." "So?"

"So? We are friends, and you've never attended one of our gigs, you just drop us off and we're way better than them," he scoffed irritated. The female looked at him with confusion, not understanding where this was all coming from. "Honey, you never invite me to any of your events, I thought this was only hooking up and hanging every now and then," she replied with furrowed brows. He never seemed to have a problem with that. "Well maybe I want more..." with his arms crossed on his chest, he avoided her fazed stare, the last thing he needed was for her to notice his cheeks blushing. The words slipped out of his mouth. Did he regret saying that? No, he didn't, all this time he had been craving more but his pride was too big to admit it. After a few seconds of letting all this new information sink in, slowly a mocking smile was drawn on her face, sliding in bed to be closer to him,"Why didn't you say anything before?" "Cause I guess I didn't realize it completely until a few days ago...whatever, this is stupid" his slight embarrassment was adorable for her, it was a completely new side of the tough carefree guy she knew. "No, it's not," she stopped him before he could get out of the bed."I think we could work something out," a shy smile was attached to the response that was going to change their path from now and on. "I'd like that" he pulled her closed, wrapping his arms around her waist as another round was waiting for them.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DAY 19. SLEEPING IN.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 850.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

Time has run its course while you've been sitting in the same chair after Steve helped you to clean your hands and Connie brought you some clothes for you and Javi from your house. Even the Ambassador bought you a coffee to stay awake, as he saw you trying to fight against your tiredness. The uncertainty has been killing you all night long, standing up from your seat whenever you see a doctor walking around, hoping and praying for some news. Good news. Nothing though. Until the clock almost announces six in the morning.

“¿Miss (Y/L/N)?”

You practically jump on your feet, just like your heart under your chest, reaching the doctor in two fast lungs. You're trembling, rubbing your hands about to break in a loud and bitter crying if he doesn't say anything soon.

“El señor Peña está fuera de peligro. Ha perdido mucha sangre y va a necesitar un… cierto largo periodo de recuperación pero se pondrá bien”.

(Mister Peña is out of danger. He has lost a lot of blood and he's gonna need a long period of rest, but he'll survive).

And then, you breathe. You feel your legs shaking. Connie has to hold you when the pressure abandons your body and the tears of happiness —pure happiness— tour down your cheeks, your jaw, and your neck.

“Aún sigue sedado, y tardará un par de horas en despertar, pero si me acompaña le llevaré hasta su habitación”.

(He's under sedation yet, and he'll continue sleeping for a couple of hours, but if you come with me I'll take you to his room).

You don't think twice nodding with your head as you lead your steps to follow his. The hallway now looks longer than ever, feeling like the time has just stopped or has slowed down until the doctor points at a closed door. Heavily gulping you place your hand on the doorknob to twist it to the left and open the room. A soft and incessant beep-beep is filling the place as soon as you walk in, closing back the door behind yourself.

Javi always looks like an angel when he's sleeping, but now you see peace in his face. There's not a single muscle in tension, breathing calmly, oblivious to everything around him. Cleaning the tears under your eyes with the back of your hands, you come closer. You can't help but lean forward to press your lips on his forehead, before resting yours there while your left-hand caresses tenderly his cheek. You have never been more scared in your life. The simple thought of losing him squeezes your whole anatomy, setting it on fire to ashes.

Wearing his jacket at the edge of the bed, you move closer the couch towards him as much as you can, and sit there to wait holding his hand with yours. But soon, your tiredness wins the fight, falling asleep too with your head over the mattress.

You stir under five fingers scratching your scalp, almost tangled in your hair. At first, you only think that you have fallen asleep on the sofa in your house after a long day, like so many times it has happened. But then, a flash snaps your eyes open. You recognize the room immediately, a second before laying your eyes on Javier. Awake. You can't help but scream, crying again while hearing his laugh, coughs and complaints when you practically jump on his bed and hug him, forgetting for a second about his wound.

“Lo sie— siento… Lo siento… ¿Estás bien? ¿Cóm— Cómo estás? ¿Cómo te encuentras? ¡¿En qué estabas pensando, Javier?!” Your brain is starting to collapse, getting comfier under his weak arms and the grip around your middle back.

(I'm so— sorry… I'm sorry… Are you okay? How d— How do you feel? What the hell you were thinking?!)

You don't let him reply to you, peppering his lips once and once, continuing spreading kisses all around his face until you're satisfied. More or less. Javi raises a hand to your cheek as you sit up, resting your face on it and closing your eyes to focus on his touch; his warm and sweet touch.

“Creí que te morías…” You utter with a broken low tone of voice, laying a little by his side to rest your head on his shoulder.

(I thought you'd die).

“¿Tan pronto te quieres deshacer de mí, ah?” He scoffs weakly, getting comfier over the bed and offering you more space to cuddle him.

(Isn't it too soon to get rid of me?)

“Estúpido…” You giggle still in tears, carefully wrapping his neck with your arms before sinking your nose there. “Eso nunca”.

(Idiot. Never).

You don't want to talk right now about who were those men, why they did it, if you were the target. The only thing you want to do is breathe, take care of Javier, make him feel better and heal him however you can. He's your only worry and occupation now.

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