Never proofreading again why does this fic I'm writing sound like it's leading up to a Wattpad level smut 😭😭 I'm going back to being illiterate worst experience of my life

and another thing on adults failing peter parker even though it really wasn't his fault!! when peter went to the sanctum to ask for help, he was thinking of time travel, and he was already talking himself out of that as well, like he was fully ready to just accept his lot and go home, but then strange offered up this memory spell and insisted on it, and strange didn't even give peter any real details about the consequences of the spell? like he just got straight to it? peter had thought about time travel, and he was somewhat prepared for the consequences of time travel (but also not because that's why he changed his mind), but he didn't know the consequences of strange's memory spell until strange alluded to it mid-spell. i just feel like a lot of things could've been avoided if strange had been like "well i can't do time travel, but there is this option, this is what would happen if we do that, and this is what you can't do while i'm doing the spell (strictly no talking or we'll break the universe), think about it and get back to me when you've decided", but instead he pushed on the spell and then didn't take into account that he didn't give peter vital information (or indeed any information), or the fact that peter is a nervous talker who thinks out loud (which he should've known from infinity war and endgame) and then when the spell went wrong he blamed peter for it, and peter has a guilt complex like no other so naturally he believed it. but this was definitely not his fault. i don't really mind the plot progression, it's just sad that peter fully believes that this was all his fault (mj was right it was stephen's mess rip)

Zetman

Grayson supremacy time

thinkin’ about how hope only says fuck in the bedroom

Ok but I just feel like mental health interventions require a party. Like where was my soda and cake when you were dramatically telling me to get some help with my hand in yours??? Where were the party glasses and stupid movies during the crying sessions? The dog I could pet for two hours??? The red plastic cups filled with appley juice?????? Honestly 4/10 would not recommend. Do better

Sooo excited for this weekend! I’m gna feel like a bad bitch 🔥🥰 hopefully I get good pics in between all the fun and outfits 😭

on a logistical level i understand pepper potts not being in no way home because of whatever reasons they might have had in terms of getting gwyneth paltrow for the movie, but like, on a purely watsonian level, the fact that pepper wasn't even really mentioned in nwh (that i can remember) kind of makes no sense. for one thing, tony quite literally invented time travel for this kid, like they had a picture of him up in their house. but let's say that pepper decided to go no-contact after tony's death, except that doesn't add up because pepper donated like half a million dollars for them in far from home and happy said something along the lines of "she's sorry she couldn't be here". so what i really don't understand is pepper not being mentioned especially when it was stark industries that was later under investigation? and happy getting arrested too, i just feel like her name probably should've propped up a little more? but anyways

yess i came back on here to say that that yt vid i saw is probably from go ahead

Welp... I want to go home and curl up in bed and hide with my cat.

My avatar is Klonoa for a reason. I want to look just like klonoa

forgot they played some kind of love over this scene brb gonna go SOB AGAIN

my anesthesiologist when i had my gallbladder surgery, going through my medical history: so what do you do when your dysautonomia symptoms get particularly bad?

me: uhhhhhhh, just kinda deal with it i guess??

him: ................ i see

I'm really enjoying the Boneshard Emperor, but Phalue's chapters remain so damn painful to get through.

Two feelings

My heart is slowly healing,

and both halves have their own feelings.

One is tender and forgiving.

The other a long repressed fury.

As the needles swings back and forth,

they both express themselves.

One more than the other,

and the other more accepted.

I shall show you my heart.

Gentleness first.

Fury second.

Platonic Love.

I made a breakthrough,

And now my heart is filled with love.

For my family,

For my friends,

For the one who left me.

I've felt this way before,

But now I now what it is. How to handle it.

It's not a romantic love. It is a platonic one.

Soft and warm and gentle.

I no longer with to dance with them under the stars,

In a grand ball just for us.

Instead I want to give them gentle forehead kisses.

While away the hours on a hill, swapping stories, like we used to.

I won't ask them to teach me how to draw.

Instead I'll show them my recent progress and be proud.

But I can't do that. Not with the one who left.

I can with others. Those close to me.

But not them.

And that's okay.

I want most of all for them to be happy.

And if that excludes me, then so be it.

I hope to see them again one day.

To hug them and apologize for all the weight I put on their shoulders.

It wasn't my fault, but they didn't deserve it either.

I only hope, that they're ready to meet me again then too.

I love you Alan. I hope you're okay.

Fury.

How dare you.

I have looked to try to help you without hurting you.

Without you knowing it was me.

And your new partner is just as clingy as I was.

Or so it seems.

How dare you.

How can you have not found a compliment?

Someone just as bold and brave as you

that covers for your flaws and you cover theirs?

Why haven’t you grown more after I left?

Would you leave a string of broken hearts behind?

Did I give you a taste of power?

I’d hurt any who’d hurt you.

But if you play the fool with others

you’d be in pain.

So callous

so unaware.

You tried to help

and only hurt me more.

Nine. Years.

And you didn’t know I was an introvert?

Nine. Years.

Of sitting in corners and only talking to you,

and any who would join.

Why did you thrust me alone into a party

and expect me to make friends?

Nine. Years.

And I’m certain I know more about your struggles than you know about mine.

Yes my dad was a dick.

But there’s more.

But you won’t hear that now.

Or ever.

If you even care.

Do you even care?

You did once.

But I suspect not now.

Not when you left either.

I can understand on some level.

But you’re stuck in the same place as before.

Making the same mistakes as before.

You always ruined things.

I wanted to share so much with you.

But you never were interested.

While dragging me along with your likes.

I’d have a story.

That you’d drive off the rails.

I was so desperate to get what was lost.

To be apart of your world.

But when my likes moved on.

You didn’t.

And so I was slowly pushed out.

And I felt it.

Day after agonizing day.

And now I’m left with this agonizing hurt.

You deserve an apology.

That is for certain.

But I have always been the bigger person.

And I’m tired of it.

I want to help.

I will help.

But only when you show me you want it.

Because you didn’t want me before.

Because you’re fragile as glass.

And I don’t want to hurt you.

But you have hurt me too much.

Too often.

Without realizing it.

I might be projecting.

I might have your friend all wrong.

But it doesn’t matter.

Won’t matter unless you tell me otherwise.

I’m different now.

I’ve grown and changed in ways I think you will be surprised by.

But that doesn’t matter either.

What matters is that you haven’t changed.

In two years.

I expect better of you Alan.

You should do better.

I hope you will be.

Because I don’t think you’re getting out of that mess until you do.

Grow I mean.

I mean fuck all to your development.

Fuck you.

And goodbye.

audience: they really need to stop spoiling the episodes so much with their previews

bulgasal: ...ok but what if we make this one almost 2 minutes long?