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Love Is Not A Sin

The Title is by the song Apple Tree by Aurora. And because it`s pretty, I did this one in a bunch of pride colours. :)

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when noah kahan said "i hope this pain's just passing through" and "someday i'm gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them" and "i'm in the business of losing your interest and i turn a profit each time that we speak" and "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and "i saw the end it looked just like the middle" and when he said "now the pain's different it still exists it just escapes different"

oopsie!omens pt21- Friday, 2019

We meet Anathema, and Azazel gets their claws on a strange book.

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My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.

“Angel”, he calls me

Does he know that I’m falling

I slithered here from Eden

Just to sit outside your door

what if they had a picnic in eden bro have you considered that

Noceda siblings gaming sesh!

i like to think their playing boomerang fu

(but im bias cause that game's great)

AI-less Whumptober Day 10: Scarring

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This is a sequel to yesterday's prompt! I hope you enjoy!

This Mr. Stark had scars on his face. That was the thing that had made her pause when she'd first seen him…well, that and the fact that Tony Stark, who had been dead for just over 5 years, was the burglar she'd just webbed to her wall. It made no sense. If she was hallucinating Tony Stark, which was entirely possible considering her mental state and also the general state of her life at the moment, why would she hallucinate him like this? That's what she'd been asking herself while she'd been attempting to drown herself in scotch. Why would she hallucinate him with scars on his face and a metal arm? He hadn't looked like that when she'd known him. He hadn't had so much gray hair or scars going up his neck and he hadn't been missing his arm.

Still, she'd told herself as she'd given in and dropped onto her relatively clean floor with the bottle of scotch she'd been saving for a truly bad injury, at least he was nice. At least it wasn't a dilapidated metal suit crawling out of his grave. He had been friendlier than her Mr. Stark, but it had been almost nice to talk to him…to hear him joking around with her a little, her brain obviously remembering his personality and constructing this Mr. Stark hallucination. Hal for short. She had touched his face and his arm, and she'd known that he was real, except she also knew that brains were capable of making things seem real when they weren't.

But then he'd slammed his fist into her wall. He'd ripped the plaster off the wall when he'd gotten free from her webbing and he'd taken a bottle of scotch and then a bottle of vodka out of her hands and he'd held her, letting her fall into his arms like she never had before. Those things had been real! Mr. Stark had never held her like this. Sure, he'd wrapped an arm around her and ruffled her hair. He'd even hugged her a few times. But he'd never held her while she sobbed into his shirt, a metal hand pressed to her back, the other cupping the back of her head. She'd never felt that before. And unless she had truly lost all touch with reality, this was real.

It was something she had been afraid to even think as he'd held her, and then as he'd waited for her to pack a bag, watching with a little bemusement as she'd left a scoop of cat food on the fire escape for Sam, the little gray cat that liked to lay in her window and watch her work on her web fluid.

"Sam?" he'd asked, and she'd grinned a little sheepishly.

"He caught a pigeon once."

And Mr. Stark had thrown back his head in laughter, obviously remembering how he'd once referred to Sam Wilson as 'The Pigeon Guy' instead of 'Falcon' in her presence.

She'd thrown an old duffle bag over her shoulder, tossing her suit inside, and locking the door behind her. Knowing that she could be doing something absolutely insane, she'd followed him out of her apartment and into a car, listening to her senses as she'd climbed into the passenger seat.

She didn't feel like she was in danger. Her senses were quiet.

Mr. Stark, or who she hoped was Mr. Stark, kept glancing over at her as they drove out of her terrible neighborhood, and she knew he had questions. She'd barely been able to explain and she knew it had made no sense and she was still crying but she couldn't seem to stop. What if this wasn't real? What if it was another hallucination? Mysterio was gone but that technology wasn't. What if someone was doing this to her?

"Stay with me, kiddo," the man beside her murmured, and she tried to remember the last time anyone had spoken to her like that…like they cared about her. Her boss at the Daily Bugle tolerated her and hated Spider-Girl. Her neighbors nodded hello sometimes, but she didn't know a single one of their names. The last time she'd seen Ned or MJ had been right after the spell that had made the whole world forget her…she hadn't been able to bear the thought of building those relationships from the ground up…of knowing and loving people who didn't know the first thing about her anymore. Dr. Strange had been kind in their last moments…but then he'd forgotten her. Everyone had forgotten her, and yes, she'd chosen this, but it felt like her whole life had ended that day.

"What if this isn't real?" she whispered, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe her face and finding that she was crying again. "What if you're not real?"

His metal hand moved from where it had rested on the gear shift to hold hers, his thumb rubbing back and forth against her knuckles. "When I was in that cave in Afghanistan, being held captive by terrorists, there was another man."

"Yinsen," she whispered, nodding. "I've read your biographies. All of them."

He huffed out a little laugh at that. "I only authorized one of those, you know?"

"I know."

"Yinsen and I were sitting at the table one day…early on. He asked me if I had a family. And when I thought back on what I'd left behind…I had to say no. I had Pepper, sure, but she was my assistant. I cared about her. She was so smart and funny and she could keep up with me. She put up with a lot. But she was also just a woman that worked for me. And I had Rhodey. He worried about me so much. Kept trying to tell me that I could be more than what I was, but I wouldn't listen. And Happy worked security for me. I didn't know that those people would become my family."

He squeezed her hand as she lay her head back on the seat rest and watched him drive. His voice was soft and steady, the way he'd always given her instruction in the lab when they'd worked together, and it was so familiar it made her eyes burn with more tears.

"I didn't know that in a few years, I'd meet this kid and she'd become so important to me…but I wouldn't know how to say it. That all I'd know would be that I couldn't be like my dad." He glanced at her, smiling faintly. "He would have liked you. Yinsen. He was patient with me. More patient than I deserved. He's the man that saved my life."

Penny closed her eyes, letting the words wash over her as her shoulders relaxed. More than once in the lab at the Avengers Compound, she'd done this…closed her eyes and let the sound of his voice calm her.

"Pepper and I started talking about having kids a few months before Thanos showed up," he told her then, speaking softly and changing the subject without warning. "I already had the name picked out. Morgan. Works for a boy or a girl. She had an uncle Morgan. I sure as hell wasn't about to draw from my family for names." He chuckled a little to himself. "Pepper teased me the first time I brought it up. I never wanted kids. She knew that. She knew that I didn't think I could ever be a father. Not after what my own dad was like. But I brought it up one day and after she finished laughing, she asked if maybe a certain teenage girl hadn't changed my mind about having kids."

Her heart rate had slowed, that fear that she was somehow losing it receding as she listened to a story she'd never known. He had never told her any of this…had never mentioned wanting kids. She had never thought about Mr. Stark having kids. If it was true, it was something only he would know.

"I was…not great after I lost you. It was…it was bad. We left the city. I had our lakehouse built and I left the Avengers behind. I couldn't do it anymore…not without you. Then when Pepper told me she was pregnant…I had to give up trying to figure out how to save you. I had to. I was going to be a father and I had to be better than my dad. I had to protect my kid. Raise them and be there. ButI kept planning on a future where you came back somehow…I couldn't help it. I set up a college fund. I would hire you at Stark Industries and one day, you and Morgan would be friends. You'd work together. You'd be like a…a mentor. Then…then she was born and I held her for the first time and I loved her so much, Pen. But the second I held her, I realized that this wasn't new. I'd felt that love before, only I hadn't known what it was, not until I held Morgan and realized that she wasn't my only kid…that I'd lost my first kid."

She squeezed his hand, wiping at her eyes and leaning across the console to rest her head on his shoulder. It was true, she realized. She hadn't been wrong…when she'd seen Mr. Stark look at her that last year or two, it hadn't just been fondness. It hadn't just been good humored tolerance. He'd loved her. He'd seen her as his daughter and then he'd gotten her back only to die and now…now he was back! She'd gotten him back! And even if no one else remembered her, she had this! She had Mr. Stark!

He pulled into a parking lot and reached over the console, holding her so tightly it hurt but she didn't care, just squeezing him carefully and hiding her face in his shirt. She knew this feeling…it was new but it was also old. It was the feeling of being with Mr. Stark, the man who had been her hero and her mentor…who had loved her. And she didn't think her senses could lie about this feeling of safety.

"You're real," she whispered, begging for a confirmation, and he nodded.

"I'm real."

"They brought you back…somehow…using magic?"

"Yeah. Seems so. And it's a good thing, too, because I'm going to kick Strange's ass."

Penny shook her head. "It was my choice…"

"It was a choice you shouldn't have had to make, Pen. No way. There had to have been a better option."

"But the people coming after me…one of them killed May and…and they were going to hurt more people…"

"Pen, you were seventeen years old. You'd just lost the woman who had been her mother not six months after losing me. You'd also apparently just fought an asshole that made you hallucinate. You were alone and you were not in a state of mind to be making that kind of choice. Hell, I don't think anyone should ever have to make that kind of choice."

"I don't think Doctor Strange can fix it," she confided, and just saying the words was painful, but he didn't waver.

"Well, we're going to try. But first…" he waved a hand at the hotel she realized they were parked in front of. "You are going to take a shower and eat actual food and also sleep through the night. No offense, but you're looking rough, Spiderling."

She snorted, feeling brave enough to tease him. "You are literally missing an arm."

Chuckling, he ruffled her hair, and the action nearly broke her. It didn't seem possible…but all signs pointed to this being real! Did she dare hope?

She did. Because she had to.

Penny followed his instructions, checking in with the cash he'd given her, then heading to the room to take a long, hot shower, then change into a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt instead of the tank top and shorts she'd worn when she'd gone out as Spider-Girl that afternoon. Then she obediently ate the three entrees Mr. Stark had ordered from the local Thai place, feeling full for the first time in so long. And then, like a toddler, she found herself ordered to bed, the blankets tucked around her, Mr. Stark's hand resting on her hair. She was an adult, she told herself when she felt fresh tears sting her eyes. She shouldn't need to be tucked in.

But Mr. Stark stayed at her side until she fell asleep, letting her clutch his hand in hers until she finally drifted off.

The next morning when she woke, it was with a jolt, sitting upright and looking frantically around the room at the two double beds and the generic wall art. Somewhere, she could hear a TV playing what sounded like infomercials, and the usual sounds of New York told her that she was still in the city as the events of the night before caught up with her. And for just a moment, she felt a jolt of white hot terror. What if it wasn't real? What if Mr. Stark really had been just a figment of her broken imagination? What if she'd spent her rent money on a night in a shitty hotel and take-out alone?

But then she realized that the shower was running in the other room. Fighting the urge to knock on the bathroom door, she took deep breaths and climbed out of bed, stretching and taking stock. Her leg still hurt from the stitches she'd had to give herself, but it wasn't too bad. Her wrist was still tender from a bad patrol a few nights ago, and her head ached faintly, but she was pretty sure that was from dehydration. Grabbing a lukewarm bottle of water that Mr. Stark had bought her the night before, she drained it then, moving quickly, she dressed in jeans and a fresh t-shirt, perching on the bed when she was done.

Mr. Stark was in the other room. He'd somehow been brought back by magic or something, and he was with her, and he was going to help. Somehow. Honestly it was only the first part that she cared about. He was her lifeline and she was drowning, and he was going to save her, just like when she'd been a little girl wearing an Iron Man mask and pointing a flashlight at a robot that was about to kill her, sure that she could be like Iron Man if she was just brave enough.

The shower turned off and she closed her eyes, not able to focus on anything else as she waited. He was in the other room. Her mind had not shattered. She wasn't having a mental breakdown. This was real. Weirder things had happened! She had gotten spider powers on a field trip. She'd fought a giant purple alien in space! A spell had made the world forget who she was! Someone being brought back to life was…okay it was weird, but not out of the question!

The doorknob turned after a few minutes and she smiled, her whole body relaxing when that familiar voice came from behind her. "Hey, kiddo. I thought you'd sleep in for a while."

She turned, shaking her head. "I haven't slept this long in years."

He was still there. Mr. Stark, but older, with scars on his neck and his face that hadn't been there before. She wouldn't have imagined him like this. It was real. It had to be real.

"Yeah? That's not good, Pen. Don't pick up my bad habits, okay? Although it's apparently too late for that. What was with the fully stocked bar in your place? You didn't even have bread, but you had vodka?" he asked, sounding more concerned than upset.

"That was for when I had to give myself stitches. Also, you owe me $14.23 for that vodka."

He barked out a laugh, patting her on the shoulder as he passed. His hand on her shoulder was solid, and her senses were calm. He was real. He had to be real.

He'd brought a bag too, something she hadn't thought to question the night before. She'd been too tired and wrung out and…and maybe in shock. That was entirely possible. "Can do, kiddo. You mind if I pay in installments? I only brought so much cash and I spent the last of it on the takeout and this room."

"Why did we get a hotel room?"

"Because your apartment is depressing and because I wanted to head to the Sanctum first thing today."

Skipping over the apartment thing (it was kind of depressing) she frowned. "The Sanctum?"

"Yep. Isn't that still where Strange lives?"

"I guess so." She hadn't seen Stephen Strange since that day and hadn't thought to keep up with where he lived. She mostly just tried to avoid the people from her past, which was pretty easy since MJ and Ned had both gone to MIT and since the Avengers had, so far, shown no interest in a low-level vigilante.

"Good."

"You aren't going to fight him or anything, are you?"

"Not until he remembers what he's done," Mr. Stark told her reasonably. "But enough about that. We'll burn that bridge when we get to it. You about ready to head out?"

So, brushing her teeth and hair and trying her best to look like a put together adult before seeing Stephen Strange again for the first time in years, Penny threw her things in her duffle bag and followed Mr. Stark back out to his car.

"I read up on you before I came here. Couldn't find much. Apparently you're a photographer for the Daily Bugle."

"Yep. Freelance. But I mostly sell to them."

"I hate the Daily Bugle."

"I seem to recall that," she told him with a grin she couldn't contain as he drove towards the Sanctum. He was alive. This was real. It had to be real. She felt like she had when she was a kid, when her uncle had lifted her in her arms…like she was safe. Like she was protected. Like all of her problems were solvable with him on her side. She hadn't felt that way in years…not since Titan.

"The editor is an asshole."

"Believe it or not, he's worse when you get to know him."

His mouth twitched into a smile. "Why them?" he asked then, voice serious.

"They pay the most for pictures of Spider-Girl and I've got to pay rent."

"They make you pay rent for that dump?"

She snorted, feeling almost giddy. "That's actually the third dump I've lived in. The first one was worse, believe it or not. This is a step up." He was silent, and when she glanced over at him again, his jaw was clenched like he was in pain. She went on anyway. She hadn't had anyone to talk to in so long, and it felt like the words were bursting out of her. "After…after what happened with Doctor Strange, I um…I moved into the cheapest place that would take me. May had been saving for me. A college fund. I had to spend it on rent. I took the GED. Passed it."

"Of course you passed it."

"And I bought some college textbooks. Tried my best to study at home. Took some cheap online courses. But no lab was going to hire me…especially not SI. So I worked for a few small time places washing beakers and cleaning up…things like that. And then I realized that if I could get really good pictures of Spider-Girl, the Daily Bugle was willing to pay. It was enough for me to pay rent so…that was good enough for me."

"Can you tell me what happened with Mysterio?"

She didn't want to…didn't want to think about the choices that had led to this being her life. But he'd asked and he sounded so sad, so she did, starting with her plan to woo MJ and ending with her handcuffed to a table, answering questions about Mysterio's death. She told him about how the admissions people at MIT hadn't wanted her after the public outcry against Spider-Girl. She told him about asking Stephen Strange for help, and the villains that had appeared from other universes. And finally, she told him about the other Penny Parkers, skipping over losing May. She'd cried enough over the last twenty-four hours. She didn't want to do it anymore.

When she was done, Mr. Stark was quiet for a long time. And then he gripped her hand, turning to face her as they sat at a red light. "I'm so sorry, honey. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I…if I'd have known that I wasn't coming back from that battle, I would have…I would have made sure you were taken care of. I thought you would be! Happy was supposed to look after you…"

"He did," she interjected. "He was great. Him and May…they were happy together and he was always there to help me. It was Mysterio…he…I believed him. It was so stupid of me…I can't believe I was so stupid."

He hit the gas when the light changed, shaking his head. "No. Not stupid. You were a kid. You're still a kid."

"I mean, legally…"

"You're a kid," he spoke over her, grinning, and she had to laugh a little. "You're my kid. And if he weren't already dead, I'd finish the job."

"I…" Penny dropped her eyes. "I really hope this is real."

"It's real, honey. I swear. We're going to get Strange to fix this."

"What if he can't?"

"He can."

"But what if he can't?" she pressed, and he must have heard the desperation in her voice because he was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was soft and serious.

"If he can't, then you are still going to be okay. I'll get you a good apartment. I will make sure you can go to college if that's what you want. I'll get you a job at SI. We'll work together in the lab again. You'll get to know Pepper and you can meet Morgan, and we will make it work, okay?"

Slowly, Penny nodded, wiping her eyes and hoping they weren't bloodshot from all the crying she'd done recently. "Okay."

He grinned, squeezing her shoulder, then flipped the radio on to the classic rock station he'd always listened to while they were in the car together, the two of them driving in near silence until he pulled into a spot on the street outside the Sanctum.

Together, they got out of the car, the two of them making their way to the front door where Penny hesitated. This would be her first time seeing Stephen Strange in five years, and to him, it would be their first meeting.

He stopped beside her on the sidewalk, resting a hand on her back. "It's going to be okay."

"He won't know me."

"We're going to fix that, honey. Whatever it takes. Trust me."

Later, much later, when everything was fixed, Stephen Strange would stare at her, pale and horrified and so sad, and he'd grip her shoulders, telling her that he was sorry. That he hadn't known what else to do. That he hadn't wanted to put this choice on her, and behind him, Mr. Stark would not look pacified.

Happy would arrive at the sanctum next, looking between her and Tony, then throwing his arms around her, at a loss for words. She'd known, after Mr. Stark's death and in the months that he'd dated her aunt, that he cared about her, but it would be confirmed when he held her in his arms.

MJ would practically break down the Sanctum door, Ned on her heels, but Ned would overtake her and pull Penny into his arms first, picking her up and swinging her around. He would be a little older but still the same. She would cry into his shoulder like she'd cried into Mr. Stark's and he would stutter out apologies and beg to know if she was okay. And she would be because he was her best friend in the whole world and she finally had him back.

And then MJ would pull her away from Ned, cupping her face in her hands like she was memorizing her all over again, and their kiss would taste like saltwater.

"I promised not to forget you…"

Penny had never seen MJ cry like that and had never wanted to. "It's okay. You couldn't help it."

She would pull Penny into her arms then, holding her and rocking the both of them back and forth for so long Penny wondered if the others would get bored and leave, but when they finally pulled away, they would all still be there, all of them but Mr. Stark looking shell-shocked.

Later she would go to the lakehouse and see Pepper and meet Morgan properly. She would spend a whole week there as her mind adjusted to the fact that the whole world once again knew who she was. She would watch the news coverage of Spider-Girl and see her own name on the screen until Mr. Stark turned it off, gently guiding her to the lab where he would try to distract her. And she would wake up from nightmares that left her sobbing and shaking while Mr. Stark held her, promising that everything would be okay. That he was there. That it was all over and that she was safe now.

She didn't know that yet. But she knew that Mr. Stark was with her, and that he loved her. She knew that he was Iron Man, the greatest superhero to ever live. She knew that there'd never been anything he couldn't fix and that for the first time in five years, she felt hope. So they walked together through the sanctum doors that opened as if they remembered them, not bothering to knock as they stepped inside, searching for Stephen Strange to set everything right again.

quick reminder that 9/11 isn’t only an important date in us history, but also in chilean history as well.

today marks the start of a military dictatorship that ruled chile for 17 years (1973-1990) due to the political intervention of the united states. this period was characterized by blatant human rights violations, with people getting exiled from their own country because of their political beliefs and chileans (of all ages) getting tortured under this military regime.

according to the informe rettig (a comission that investigated the human rights violations during the dictatorship), there is an estimate of 28,259 victims of political prison and torture, 2,298 executed and 1,209 detenidos desaparecidos (people that “went missing” while they were detained by military authorities). these people ranged from figures of political opposition, their relatives, students, indigenous people, immigrants, underage kids, among many others.

despite the fact that the dictatorship of augusto pinochet was over fifty years ago, there are still chilean citizens that do not know what happened to their loved ones that went missing during this time period.

fuerza a todos los familiares y amigos de los detenidos desaparecidos. merecen justicia.

ni perdón ni olvido.

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

All jokes aside I really do see 9/11 as one of the truly most evil and cursed events to happen in human history. Not because of the people who died in the actual attacks - easily dwarfed by a countless list of crimes against humanity and mass acts of violence the US alone commits every year just to sustain itself - but because of their fallout and the world order they produced. My entire life more or less has been lived in the shadow of forever wars, of the national security state, of ever-increasing militarism, of the so-called "Middle East" being torn and retorn apart over and over and over again and it getting worse with every single reconfiguration. There isn't going to be a way out until the entire US empire collapses under its own weight, and until then we'll all continue to suffocate.

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Did you know Disney sells lesbian flag pins? Bob Iger profits off the flag I designed for our community!

On another note, I can't afford to pay for my medication this month! Any help would be appreciated.

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So I caved and finally drew Hallie's Ariel.

im a little late to the party 🫣 but the inevitable happened 😩 and i made a playlist of these two lovebirds from the live action little mermaid 🥹

full of tender love songs with a few yearning/break-up songs sprinkled in at random after she-who-shall-not-be-named tried tearing our lovers apart 😫

as always, i put in quite a bit of effort to choose the songs that fit their story and vibe from the movie, so i hope you enjoy! :) <3

Shout out and huge thank you to Dana and everyone who worked on The Owl House. I found the show right as I was discovering myself and seeing the pure love and acceptance of the show has impacted my life. Thank you for the happiest pieces of my life. I will miss this show so much.

Sorry, but I will not be listening to any slander regarding the Owl House finale.

If you didn’t like the ending then fist fight Mikey Mouse, I don’t want to hear your BS.

“It feels rushed”, “This character should have been developed more”, “Why didn’t they revisit this plot point?”

I’m sorry, did you NOT know that this show was cancelled???? I’m so tired of fake fans who don’t actually care about the crew behind the media they consume. Dana and the team worked hard on this considering what Disney did to them. If you’re disappointed them take it up with the mouse.

You guys are the same people who still crap on Rebecca Sugar after Cartoon Network CANCELLED Steven Universe because of the gay wedding and call Legend of Korra bad queer rep. I’m so tired of y’all. I didn’t realize Dana was supposed to create a cinematic masterpiece with absolutely NO SUPPORT from the company she worked for.

Just realized that phillip died by being melted by water y’know, like the wicked witch of the west

Watching and Dreaming

https://mega.nz/file/uhtjkJKI#m6z0qTheMc-sASa68EKKEpxcdWbnw8ytI_lMo359Mi0 (timer overlay at the start, caption overlay throughout)

(if that doesn’t work, try https://drive.google.com/file/d/10AKBZkafNAeNKYd04ZTFaXfuYHptZK4g/view?usp=share_link)

1080p HD: [MEGA] [Official YouTube (available in select countries)]

Everybody say “Thank you, Dana & Crew” 💜

because today is international ace day, nobody is allowed to feel sexual attraction. put it away. you dont need it today.