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“You’re the only adult we know that’s not busy.” His jaw tightened, just barely, and he adjusted the lapels of his jacket. Offended — she was getting better at reading him. Well, good. He could be offended if he wanted to. He was still going to chaperone, or else. Gwen still couldn’t beat him in a fight, but she could annoy him to death if she had to, and would relish every minute. “I’m busy,” Murdock said at last. “Extremely busy. Running this city isn’t all fun and games, Ms. Stacy, there is actual work involved.” “Yeah, well, you’ve also got an army of ninjas and a month’s notice, so.” Gwen made a sweeping motion. “Clear your schedule.” “You’ve certainly gotten very comfortable making demands, Gwendolyn.” And there he went, doing the Big Bad Kingpin pose, his feet shoulder-width apart and the white cane that also served as a sheath for his katana planted firmly between them. But she wasn’t going to be cowed. “I learned that from you,” she told him, poisonously sweet.

Do you like Marvel's Earth-65? Do you enjoy stories about everyone's favorite evil Matt Murdock? Do you want to see Gwennie and the band cause problems on purpose?? Do you want to know how this snippet ends???

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ON A BETTER NOTE, I DID IN FACT SEE THE TMNT 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMIC THINGIE! AND I LOVE IT!!! FREAKING- IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE RISE! DESIGNS, THE 2012 STORY- ALL OF IT!

pov i listen to king for a day and i think of you

jaw DROPPED hands started shaking (?) dont test me i will pull out the copypastas

pov i listen to king for a day and i think of you

jaw DROPPED hands started shaking (?) dont test me i will pull out the copypastas

The next time I attempt to make people cry is when I create a tsukasa w/ Kaito and miku cover of 88 stars. But making it so that it sounds like Kaito and miku are singing in response to Tsukasa.

lesson part 3 please I'm begging fr its way too good. obsessed 😭

I literally smacked my forehead so hard 😭 dw anon I've not forgotten bout it (and even have started a bit) I'll try to post lesson III next

also please tag the person you're thinking about while voting this? it's not useful to the poll i just wanna know.

How the fuck does tenma hair work

Like it’s obvious it’s natural since they’ve had it since they were kids (and no parents out of their right mind would dye it that young) but how do you get a natural gradient

Does it grow blonde and change colour as time pasts?

Does it grow in colour and then grow in blonde? Would that mean the tenmas were pink haired babies at some point? What about when they cut their hair how does it come back

Or does it just alternate between colour and blonde as it grows? Would there be a point in time where one of the tenmas had colour at the top and blonde at the bottom?

I mean in this tsukasa card his hair goes from blonde to colour to blonde again

Or maybe I’m just an idiot who knows nothing about how real hair works and is also thinking way too much about fictional characters

"Would you still love me if i was a worm?" like what John would ask Arthur

But then I thought that we can’t know for sure that this is not so

And then I thought about what it would look like and remembered "Corpse Bride"

Thank you for your attention

After Cas confesses his love, but before he pushes Dean away, he pulls something out from his trench coat and slips it into Dean's pocket. Cas pushes him down and gets taken by the Empty, followed by Billie, leaving Dean alone on the bunker floor. As he cries, he feels something push into his chest, so he reaches his hand into his flannel pocket and pulls out the mixtape. The one he had given Cas as a gift and a secret sort of love confession of his own, thinking Cas wouldn't understand it. But as he stared down at the tape over top that read 'Dean's top 13 Zeppelin traxx', he knew that Cas understood. And he feels his heart break even more. Cas knew. Cas knew how he felt, yet he never said anything until it was too late. They were both too stupid to understand and just tell each other.

As Dean held the mixtape firmly in his hands, shoulders shaking with his sobs, he noticed that something felt off about it. The texture was different. He would know. He had flipped the cassette over and over and over in his hands before giving it to Cas, trying to decide on what to say to the angel.

Dean used his sleeve to wipe the blurriness from his eyes so he could see what was wrong with it. It still took a few seconds to adjust, and when he saw the large crack down the center of the tape, he gasped and brought it closer to his face. More tears spilled down his face. Cas' last move was to give this back to him, to show him that he understood their love and reassured Dean that, though he never said it, he knew how much he had meant to him. And Dean had broken it. The last thing Cas had ever given him besides the bloody handprint forever imprinted on his coat.

But as Dean's hands held on, finergrtips rubbing over the surface again and again, desperate to feel some kind of comfort in his hopeless situation, he noticed something attached to the back of it. He sniffled, wiped his eyes again, and flipped it over. On the backside, there was a piece of paper taped there with his name written on it. He quickly ripped it off, causing the cassette to re-split in half, obvious that the piece of tape being all that held it together, and opened the note.

Hello, Dean.

I just wanted to write you this before I give back your tape and apologize for breaking it. I'm really really sorry. I know I'm not super good at apologies, but writing makes it a lot easier, so I'm writing it for you. I hope you'll forgive me. I didn't mean to break it. I know you spent a lot of time picking the songs specifically for me because you knew I'd like them, though I had trouble understanding some of the parts. I'll never understand why humans love music so much. It's so much noise and there's so much going on, but I know it's important to you, so I will learn to like it. I'm very sorry for breaking it. I don't ever take it out of my trench coat, just in case I need to listen to it during an emergency, and I fell onto it. :( Please forgive me, Dean. I'm very sorry.

As Dean read, he watched tear drops stain the paper. He laughed a little as he continued to cry, noting how the letter was the most characteristic Cas letter he could think of. And he was happy. So happy that he didn't break it himself. It was already broken.

Cas knew how much the weight of handing over a mixtape was, especially a Zeppelin one for Dean, and he acknowledged it. Dean squeezed the letter to his chest as he leaned back against the wall and continued to cry silently.

I got a bright idea of writing and binding book for my cousin's birthday in October which I know is ambitious and I may not make it but who cares. Maybe I'll push it to Christmas to get some more time.

Anyway I was talking about it with her to get a grasp on what she would like to get and it went like this:

My cousin: Low fantasy

Me: *internally* I'll have to develop a world in a month or so, alright I can totally do it *sweating*

Me: *over the text* Okay, sure

My cousin: Murder mystery, maybe?

Me: *hasn't read a murder mistery since she was 12* Okay

My cousin: Romance!

Me, a questioning aro, most likely ace: *again, haven't read romance in some time, outside of fanfics* ...Sure

My cousin: Enemies to lovers, but their true, crave the blood type of enemies at the start!

Me: *kinda hates enemies to lovers* Okay

My cousin: First person narrative

Me: I may not be able to do this, actually

My cousin: Sure, don't worry

My cousin: Humour with at most sprinkles of serious

Me: *with exactly one funny fic I managed to finish, and I still put some angst in it (up to four, maybe, if we count my Wattpad era and one-shots people asked me to write)* *flippingthe table* AaAAAaaaA

Me: Okay, though it'll be hard :)

I am not even getting out of my comfort zone, I'm launching myself out with the power of freaking trebuchet and just hope at the end is something a bit softer than a concrete

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