#sorry beforehand

[moonlight-prose]

Watching the trailer to the falcon and the winter soldier hits different in March. The Mackinators and Winters Children are coming out of hibernation this month. I can feel it.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

going to Europe for a bit but all chapters will be updated on ko-fi on December 30th and on January 1st we’re going back to our regular programming 🫶🏼 thank you all for being so patient

[moonlight-prose]

i'm leaving you guys on a cliffhanger with the next part of parallel hearts.

[p1nkwitch]

Hi first of all I love all your chaotic reblogs from different fandoms so much! What are the chances you could be tagging reblogs of looking related thing? Just something like loki or loki spoilers?

I think first episode is coming tomorrow but I'll won't have time to watch it till like Sunday and I would love to avoid spoilers so I'm trying to block all the related tags.

Anyway no worries if you won't feel like it.

Oh!! Yes i can put loki spoilers, im going to watch in a little bit since i just got free time now.

Also afhdjksdf, i cant help it, i just reblog everything i care about and im in a lot of fandoms. Still aww thank you for not minding my chaos mode. I will try to tag it!! Thanks for letting me know.

Today i am a new person, i got Loki back so i will be going insane on my little corner of the world <3

[inkplotkey]

Mwhahah, I'm building a massive Christmas queue for Christmas eve :'D (consisting 99% of things I obsessively fangirl)

[corvidstoe]

Hello beautiful person! (✿◠‿◠) Once you get this you must share five random facts about yourself then pass this on to your 10 favourite followers!

aw sweetie, thank you!

1. I like watching horror movies and reading about “creepy urban legends” and hearing about local ghost stories!

2. My hands tend to get bit shaky when I’m nervous.

3. I often sleep with my feet sticking out under the duvet!

4. I think I have nice hands?

5. My homing instinct is shit?

I think I might even pass it on this time hehehehe 

[thetenthlifeguard-blog]

I'm taking a creative writing class and we're doing a short story,

So far we have up to the beginning, take a look,

I go into the hospital parking lot, pass a few ambulances, let a screaming ambulance race past me, let a guy in a wheelchair wheel his way past me and a very pregnant woman slowly makes her way to her car. I finally reach an empty space and cut the engine and it’s silent, just the way I like it. This is going to sound like an AA meeting, which I have been to a few, but my name is Adam, I am 40 years old, divorced and I no longer drink alcohol except on the few rarest of occasions where I absolutely need a drink. 

Case in point, right now, my coffee is laced with whiskey and it tastes pretty damn good. Why am I so stressed you ask? Is it because I have surgery and I may die if they slice me up the wrong way? Nope, although that would be kind of an interesting way to go wouldn’t it? I am here to interview my mother, I have covered wars and have been shot at plenty of times, A car exploded right in front of me, a lion spotted me and decided to make me his dinner and if it wasn’t for the great aim of my tour guide, I wouldn’t be here today. 

All that is pretty simple compared to what I have to do today, my editor has it in his head that he wants regular people that have done some interesting things in their life. So far I have a well respected doctor who became a garbage man just for the hell of it. I have a woman who was in a severe car crash and can now speak nine different languages, it’s baffling to say the least and now I have a choice between a masked vigilante and my mom, who has been a nurse for as long as I can remember. 

She has saved countless lives, including my own at one point, and has seen so much, that I figured she was the best option, and I really don’t want to shine a fucking light in the sky and wait for some idiot who thinks he’s a hero. The plan is to get the story, see how she’s doing and get the hell out. Her and I don’t have the best communication in the world and aren’t on the best of terms. 

She has been in and out of my life for so long, I sometimes forget what she looks like, I totally understand that being a nurse can be so busy and stressful that there were days where she didn’t come home at all. She did help me pay for school and help me through my divorce, even though she didn’t have too, she has seen me through my best and worst days and I can’t fault her for that. 

I sigh, down the rest of my whiskey laced coffee and get out of my car. It’s silent no more, as ambulances whizz past, some blasting their sirens and in such a hurry you’d think the EMT’s would be their next victims if they weren’t careful. I don’t hospitals, I have been to plenty, both as a patient and as a reporter, some really nice ones, some decent ones and some pretty shitty ones. There is another reason why I chose my mom for this story. This hospital is special, it is right in the middle of two neighborhoods, one really wealthy, high maintenance, people who don’t lift a finger unless it’s money. The other is a really run down, drug infested, neighborhood where the worst of the worst hang out and where people barely survive. 

I had a feeling my mom would be at the heart of it all and I wanted to get her perspective, no matter how much I’m going to hate doing this. I head over to the entrance and all sorts of people are walking out. Intermingling, but never looking at each other, a lady with a broken arm wearing all sorts of jewelry, pounds of makeup and the biggest fur coat I have ever seen. A man that looks like he just woke up, incredibly dirty clothes and as I pass him, holes all over his arms eyes the lady but thinks better of it and walks away. 

I enjoy watching people and if I didn’t have to do this stupid assignment, I would have chosen this hospital anyway due to the neighborhoods and I still would have had to talk to my mom, some days you never win. I finally enter the reception area and it’s even louder than before, coughing people, crying babies, nurses, doctors and all medical personnel are all running like headless chickens, all scrambling to get to their patients on time. 

There’s a line at the receptionist, I get in line behind a woman and her baby who is thankfully asleep, or dead, although why she would be so calm holding a dead baby, I have no idea. ANYWAY, where was I? Oh yes, behind the woman with the sleeping baby. As I wait, I notice the baby looks so much like my baby girl, Amanda, when she was that age. If only I hadn’t fucked up and almost killed her, maybe just maybe, I would still be able to see her. 

“Next!” I snap out of my daydream and the lady with the baby is gone, its finally my turn as I head over to talk to a very tired receptionist.”Hi, I’m here to see Nurse Lisa, I’m her son and I have a meeting with her.” I smile that fake smile, I have perfected over the years as she clicks away on her computer. “Ah yes, she told me she was expecting you, she’s on the top floor, she’s dealing with a patient so you may have to wait.” She says, pointing towards the elevators. I thank her and make my way over, bypassing a bleeding patient sitting on a gurney looking bored out of his mind, or maybe he’s dead? That glazed over look surely looks like it. 

It seems hospitals bring out the best of me, I’d stop if I didn’t find it so amusing. I press the button and the elevator finally comes, I enter and I’m surprisingly by myself, I wait and see if anyone wants to come in, but thankfully not and when the doors close, it’s silent once more. As the elevator slowly moves up, I contemplate what I’m going to say to my mom and what she’ll say, as a family, we’ve lost a lot, my dad died in a horrible car accident and was sent to this hospital but died soon after. 

He wasn’t the best father in the world, but he helped me learn photography and become a better writer. He was still an asshole though, but him dying was pretty tragic, mom came home that night, looking exhausted but refused to speak about it. Maybe she’ll tell me today? I wonder what she has in store for me today. The elevator bell dings and I come back into reality, it’s quieter up here, the smell of bleach is constant and the white walls and fluorescent light bulbs make me think of the beginning of horror movies where they start flickering in and out. 

I walk along the corridor until I see a receptionist who seems relatively happy but a bit bored. I immediately recognize her as one of my mother’s oldest friends, “Hey Mrs. Cooper, I’m her to see my mom?” “Adam!” she exclaims, “so nice to see you, please call Michelle, George has been dead for over ten years now.” I forgot she was one of moms more morbid friends, probably why we are so friendly to each other. 

“Your mom is just down the hallway, to your left, you can’t miss it.” I thank her and head on my way, I feel my feet dragging and I hear my whiskey bottle calling me back home, I can leave right now, bypass Michelle and never return. Sadly, I won’t be doing any of that, I have a job to do and it needs to get done no matter how much I hate the assignment.

I keep walking for what feels like forever, until I reach the room my mother is in, a big window is in front of me and I watch as she cares for a patient. She’s older than I remember, her grey hair in a bun as she glides effortlessly across the room to see if her patients need anything. I knock on the door adjacent to the window, she looks up, sees me and grins widely. “Adam!” she says happily as she comes in to hug me. “It’s been too long, I was so happy when you called, how’s your wife, excuse me, ex wife, you know if you hadn’t screwed things up you two would still be together, you were a cute couple.” 

I curse to myself, I knew this was coming, my mom has a habit of complimenting and then insulting someone all in one breath. As we end the embrace, “is there somewhere we can talk privately? No offense to your patients but I have a no eavesdropping policy.” Mom laughs as she guides me to the conference room next door, leaves the door halfway open, “just in case,” she says but more to herself than to me. 

“Alright mom, you ready? This could take awhile and I need you to be as comfortable as possible.” “Oh honey, I was born ready,” winking at me. I groan, so it begins, I think to myself.