I Miss It

the way all the different spidermans perfectly fit a older brother middle brother youngest brother dynamic with eachother can be so beneficial to someone’s mental health, someone being me,

I love, LOVE how Taika just have to clean the mess the Russos brothers did to Thor in Infinity War and Endgame.

Taika made Thor lose his hammer in Ragnarok to show how he don't need it to be powerful on his own. And what Russos' did in Infinity War? Gave him Stormbreaker.

And now? One of the first scenes in Thor: Love and Thunder is Thor getting rid of it.

Thank you king

[5:46 AM] — MIYA OSAMU

you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.

“what time is it?”

“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt before drifting off himself.

until you speak up.

“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”

“no!”

“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.

“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”

“miya osamu—”

and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.

“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.”

he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.

“did you just bite me?”

“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.

last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.

“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.

“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep once more makes you give in.

he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.

so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.

“i love you,” you whisper.

“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”

i am once again pushing that osamu’s love language is biting

Taylor Swift’s 2021 Highlights

Promise ring

gif credit to @canirove​ !!!

Requested by @palna hope you like it!

Summary: Debbie invites you to a family dinner, something you find really odd as Mason and you had broken up a month ago. But the promise ring he still wore made you realise he was as lost as you were. 

Wordcount: 2.1k

Note: words in italics ara a flashback 😉

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You felt like a fool standing there. Your legs were freezing and your feet already hurt, but the dress was too pretty and the heels went perfect with it. Your hands were trembling (cold or nerves? maybe both?), so much you were actually scared the bottle of wine might slip from your hands. 

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"My love, even as a sinner you'd be mine."

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Sack Of Bones

I despise your kingdom of fears

Same as your sack of bones

As seconds of a canceled heartbeat

Hushing while rushing

Into this unknown path of the abyss

I despise every word running in my mouth

These tongues running like knives

Cuts every inch

The line blurs

Tired of pretending

In this art of faking

Just to avoid the swiftest bullets

To get rid of their cutting eyes

Bleeding inside our own bubble

Slowly destroying

By the swords of power

Turning hopes to fear

Many words you don't want to hear

Yet they're there

It haunts

Yet it clings

Yet it creeps

Can't see the line

Between your wrath and harmony

Passing the misery

Until it serve it's cost

For I hate your fortress of sorrow

I'm tired carrying your sack of bones

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Where are those woke white people at!?