#mutualiism

[itsybitsyparker]

“You’re not real.” Were the first words out of Peter’s mouth when he was ushered into Mr. Stark’s lab by a very excited Mrs. Potts to see Tony. Bent over several blueprints like he never left. Like he never died. 

The dead didn’t come back to life, except in very specific save-the-world-from-Thanos situations. He didn’t know how Mysterio got into an Avengers compound but he was the only person Peter knew that could cause illusions this life like. 

“I’m not falling for this again Mysterio!” He called, glancing around for the tell tale shimmer of an illusion, reaching out and waiting for his spidey-sense to alert him that something was off. “Tony Stark is dead and you’re not tricking me again, okay! So just-” He made a frustrated hand gesture. “Stop this! Come out!”

“Please stop.” His voice had gone soft, almost a whisper, pleading with the illusion of Mr. Stark. “Please just leave me alone.” Hadn’t Mysterio tormented him enough? @mutualiism​

[fckiingloser-blog]

HE HAD MADE A countless list of bad decisions in his life. once upon a time as he was laying in a strangers bed he’d count them in his head. think about what had gone wrong in his life to lead him to this point. if he tried that today, he’d lose track of both the time and situation. it seemed like his life was made of bad decisions. it was almost his trademark by this point, print it on a shirt and let him wear it with PRIDE. finley puckett makes bad decisions. he was sure his eyes were as bloodshot as they felt, and the hair of the dog wasn’t even helping. it might be due to the fact that the reason his head ached and he felt like he hadn’t slept the night before wasn’t due to something fun like drinking. but instead due to a job gone wrong, a lack of a payday and -- well, not fucking SLEEPING.  IF SOMEONE WAS TO ask him why he was at this bar in particular, he would not be able to answer them. he should have gone to a different hole in the wall. walked off like a dog about to die with his tail between his legs to regain his strength. not sit somewhere he typically frequented, somewhere he was known with a bandage over his nose and a black eye. the scrapes on his chin from falling down were too embarrassing to acknowledge. all of it was embarrassing. he chased the thought with another drink. he chased that drink with another drink when he noticed who had entered. scowling and turning a bit on his stool he contemplated his options.                                    he’d jump out the window, but this was ground floor.  INSTEAD HE DECIDED TO do what he typically did with a situation he didn’t like. he decided to own it. still keeping his body language aimed away from the swine, he looked over his shoulder with a fake bravado.  “hello, love. come to drink your misery away with the rest of us pathetic lot?”

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[activelypassiive]

THE KNUCKLES ON HIS fist stung from the impact against his best friends cheek. he was sure he had busted through at least one of them from the hard bone and stubble, but he paid it no mind. all that mattered at the moment was the girl in his arms. his baby. his daughter. when news had come to him that she was missing -- his first thought was that they should have never left france. they should have stayed. because no matter what happened to him, no matter what happened to his wife -- eva had never been physically in danger. this time she was. taken, from under gérard’s nose. he could have murdered him, but after the punch he saw the pain in the other man’s eyes and moved past it. he forgave him. he forgave him because he had the sobbing bundle of girl in his arms. her dress was ripped and tore, she seemed dirty -- and he wasn’t sure if it was due to the RESCUE or the TAKING.  REGARDLESS OF WHAT HE was feeling at the moment -- he knew one thing. his baby was in his arms, and her savior was before him. his face showed pain. he was on a rush, he was running through shock and working through motions. it was the reason that when he opened his mouth he didn’t realize he wasn’t speaking the tongue of the land he was in.  “thank you so much, thank you -- thank you,” common words in french were sure to be understood. “i can never thank you enough for saving her, please -- what is your name? i want to thank you properly.” evangeline was still weeping against his shoulder but he knew she wasn’t physically hurt. being close to him was the best thing for her at the moment, and being who he was he could not NOT express his gratitude. 

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[sontuosc-blog]

THE GUN IN HIS hand felt heavy and awkward. he’d held one before. he knew how it worked, he knew how to use it. he’d been taught. he knew thomas wasn’t meant to have shown him, to have worked with him -- but it was at times like this that he was GRATEFUL he knew how. because he needed to use it. he didn’t know where his body guard was. he didn’t have any idea where thomas was. he had found the car just fine on his own after getting out of the building, a trickle of blood dripping down from his forehead. he found the car. the car, and a stranger. the poor man wasn’t even NEAR the car in question, but angelo had picked him because he assumed he knew how to drive. angelo himself did not. and he needed to go. he needed to go now. which was the reason he was now pointing said gun at the man with shaking hands.  “get in the audi and drive.” his voice was tight. “just -- get in the car and drive, okay? just get in the fucking car and drive --”

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[flashborna]

@mutualiism  /  starter call .

❝ --- hey, are you okay? ❞  there’s a flash of lighting as barry speeds across the block, kneeling down to meet the others’ eye level. a hand extends for the other to take and he slowly stands up.  ❝ need a hand? ❞

[menacewest]

@mutualiism​

jade west hadn’t stepped foot into this coffee shop in at least a year. the building that had once been so nondescript the signage had merely been an a-frame chalkboard with the word “ coffee ” and an arrow scrawled onto it was now sporting large neon letters that literally still just said “ coffee, ” but at least now drew some attention. the chalkboard outside now proclaimed in an elegant script that it was open mic night. peachy lips rose up into a smirk. maybe she’d have a little fun.

she stepped into the shop just as a older woman finished, and clapped her fingertips politely as she walked up to the counter and ordered. the barista’s hand shook lightly when he handed her her coffee, which is when she realized he had one of her lyrics tattooed on his forearm. she smiled at him - something still quite r a r e, even all these years after high school - and took a seat just as a woman with a clipboard stepped up to the mic. what she said made jade’s heart fall to the floor.

❝ alright, up next, ashton fowler. ❞ 

thought after thought ran through her head in the same instant. she was going to be sick. she needed to leave. he couldn’t see her. she didn’t know how to see his face without the mask anymore. she decided she couldn’t do it anymore after high school, she couldn’t watch the boy she loved be seconds from death all the fucking time ! she loved him, but she left anyway. she wrote music, she formed a band, she successfully released an album. she toured the country and the world, she grained a devoted following. she had distractions. but through all of that, she was never able to stamp out all of her feelings for him. after all, blue boy just kept saving the day.

her fight or flight instinct having been tamed, the singer watched her ex-boyfriend on the stage intently, bright eyes going over every inch of his face like she hadn’t seen him in years. which, she supposed she hadn’t. she had seen the amazing blue boy every other time she had turned on the tv for four years, but ashton was a different story. blue boy was almost always confident when the cameras were on him, but ashton — only being watched with eyes, but with a guitar in his hand — had uncertainty hiding behind his eyes. no one would be able to see it but jade. she wondered if he had seen her.

his song came to an end and she clapped with the other patrons of the coffee shop. she took a long pause after he went offstage, making her decision silently. cup of coffee still in hand, jade walked up to the brunette as she nervously ran a hand through her hair.

❝ hi, ash. ❞ so rarely at a loss for words, jade hesitated for a moment before looking up at his face. ❝ that was really good. ❞ the words were sincere but forced. there was so much more to say. she didn’t know how to start.

[brainsnbeauty]

@mutualiism​ / i : TRYING TO GET TO HEAVEN.

              words of reassurance don’t sprout from full - lips with ease anymore. saccharine sentiments have been cast elsewhere , replaced with worry & woe. outward expression of such emotions - those which once resided within the recesses of her mind - was once an act seemingly foreign to this form. ( although that in & of itself was far more indicative of issues surrounding pride , not the lack of such emotions ). however , such assertions could be whittled down to the company she kept. perhaps the common thread ashton & liz shared was not what first eradicated her understanding of the world : leading a life tainted by a criminal father. rather , it was the upheaval of lives as a result of something of an otherworldly , cosmic - catastrophe. two beings , downtrodden by the DECIMATION of half the population all the while attempting to nurse their own , more unique misfortunes.  what a pair.               liz stands still within new apartment , small picture - frame in hand. cannot quite trace what drew her to the box that lead to such a find , but upon registering the image such matters become TRIVIAL. just behind the glass lies a photo depicting a young liz , adrian , & doris all - smiles at an upstate new york fair. cotton candy clutched in hand & little legs propped ‘pon the sturdy shoulders of her father whilst mother’s hand holds that which is not occupied by wisps of sugar. oh , how she so desperately longs to —— ... with a shake of her head the thought is terminated. it is then that liz sighs.

         ❛ when you think that you’ve lost everything ...  ❜ holds up the frame then so as to allow the other see that which has brought upon great heartache. she knows her grief & all implications that accompany this image will not be be lost on him. ❛ ——  you find out you could always lose a little more. ❜

[dazzleshe]

“   hm?  did  you  want  an  autograph  love?  ”      truth  be  told,  a  lot  has  been  on  her  mind.   ali  completely  forgot  where  she  was  and  what  she  was  initially   doing,     until  a  soft  voice   broke  her  free  from  a  day  dream.   still  dazz  smiles  sweetly,  trying  her  best  to  keep  calm  under  all  this  pressure.         @mutualiism    for  ashton  !!