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-> 'confessions.' - peter p.
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RULES !
listen dudes, i’m a relatively chill person, and i appreciate every single one of u sexy bitches.
BUT even i have my limitations.
first, do not repost / share my work on other platforms.
ive had this kind of stuff happen to me multiple times before, and it’s a shitty feeling, i’ll be honest. i don’t want my work posted in places where i haven’t been the one to choose where it’s shared. “oh but, i’ll make sure to credit you!” or, “i’m just translating your work.” you could literally be offering to send me money, but my answer will always remain as no. just don’t do it.
REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME.
(they can be found in the #mimis_mailbox💌 tag)
you can send them in in my ask box (it helps me keep track of all of them if they’re all in one place). i’m more than happy to fulfill any and all of your requests. my only restriction is that your request has to be about a show (maybe even band some time in the future, still not sure about that tho) that i’m currently / actively watching, and i feel i have enough of a grasp on to write about. which brings me to my next point..
second, please don’t pressure me to complete all of your requests.
i’m a busy gal, i’m in the midst of finishing my uni applications, and writing is something that (as much as i wish i could consume my life with) something that i quite frankly don’t always have time to do. this is merely just a hobby of mine, and i already don’t post often (because of how busy i am). so please, i’d just like for you to bear with me in that aspect pls and thanks lol.
thirdly, while requesting, keep in mind that i will not write about the following concepts:
incest
pedophelia
r*pe / non-con
anything else is open for now until i come across something that makes me uncomfy lol
also, while requesting: please try to make it as detailed as possible. i want to write something that’ll be what you were looking for. something with less detail isn’t necessarily a bad thing or meant to take away from my creativity, just that giving those details helps me from running into issues like writers block and in turn, gets your request completed even faster, and tailored more to your liking :)
that’s all i have for now, in the meantime, i hope you enjoy your time in the mindfuck ;)
I do not usually make posts like this but recently I have seen a lot of content on Instagram, Twitter and I think tiktok too misunderstanding the meaning of intrusive thoughts, which may cause people experiencing them to be upset.
I have tried to shortly explain the difference of impulsive and intrusive and hope it will help people to understand and use the words correctly.
— PETER PARKER X FEM! READER [established relationship]
SYNOPSIS: you’re trying to focus in class, but peter missed you and just wants some of your attention.
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
WARNINGS: some cursing, but it's mostly just fluff <3
A/N: omg she’s alive 😟 hope y’all haven’t been starving too much while i’ve been gone 😁 anyways i’m back to feed u hungry hungry hippos with some content of my most beloved boy of all time peter parker <3 (there was no incentive behind why i wanted to start writing for him i just am deal with it ♥)
— feedback & reblogs are always appreciated! and without further ado, hope you enjoy, and have a great day ;)
- mimi
mind dizzy, your eyes have a hard time focusing on your professor ranting about his crappy coffee for the umpteenth time that evening, comically waving his arms around in a grumpy manner as he continues to defer from the supposed lecture's topic at hand.
on any other occasion, you would be welcoming the self-provoked intrusion during a lesson; but given the fact that you've been awake since five in the morning, and the clock on your phone screen was now throwing the fact that it was seven p.m in your face, you weren't exactly thrilled by the unexpected extension during this class.
you sigh, blinking your eyes rapidly in a pitiful attempt to keep your eyes open. you hear the lecture hall doors open behind you, and you start to think "who in their right mind would think about showing up now instead of just fucking off for the rest of the night like a normal person??"
the only reason why you were even in this class was because it was "absolutely impossible" for the professor to move it around to a more reasonable hour of the day, plus the added fact that it was mandatory for you to take. you had to remind yourself constantly that this course would only be lasting for six weeks anyways, but your desperate attempts to cheer yourself up didn't ease your exhaustion.
your eyes shifted to the previously unoccupied seat next to you, and you had to do a double take before realizing who it was that sat next to you.
"peter?" you whispered, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. your professor was known for having the ears of a bat, always taking any opportunity he could in order to tell his students to shut up. you were convinced it was one of his greatest sources of happiness, aside from the copious amounts of danishes he consumes.
"hey babe," peter smiled brightly beside you, his hair looking slightly disheveled, no doubt from the rain pouring outside which he probably tried to evade by running through as fast as he could.
"what're you doing here? i'm glad you're here, but i thought we were hooking up later tonight?" you and peter had your weekly movie night reserved for thursdays.
in the earlier stages of your relationship, peter was usually too busy with patrolling most nights, but over time he had realized just how much it was affecting you as much as it was affecting him by not being able to see you. he made it a promise to reserve thursday nights for you and you only, with happy being willing (begrudgingly) to help him out with his shenanigans.
what can he say? he loves you two, especially when it means you're able to preoccupy him for at least one night to give him some peace and quiet.
"my lecture ended early, so i figured i'd come by and visit you and walk you home before we hung out," he said, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the back of his chair. he ruffled his hair slightly, and picked up the latte you had in front of you, taking a sip before saying, "plus, i kinda forgot my umbrella, and you always have one on you so i was hoping we could share," he smiled, chuckling when you snatched your coffee back from his cold hands.
"ah, so you only came by to use me and steal my coffee. didn't realize just how materialistic you were parker," you playfully glared at him, and he chuckled before throwing an arm behind your chair, his hand slightly stroking your shoulder before going to play with the ends of your hair.
"you caught me, but it's your fault for making it so easy for me to use you, pretty girl," he squeezed your shoulder, his eyes crinkling from the unamused glance you threw his way.
you scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes and turning them back to your notebook. "my fault, huh? have fun walking back home in the rain with no umbrella then," you tilted your head, holding back your grin when he gasped dramatically, as he reached for both of your shoulders, shaking you lightly in protest at your retort.
"y/n/n, baby, you can't do this to me, if i get sick from the rain you're the one that's gonna be taking care of me, and i know you won't even let me kiss you because you won't wanna get sick- which i one hundred percent condone by the way, because you deserve to be healthy at all times, but still, i won't be able to kiss you because of how stubborn you are," he rambled, pouting as he laid his head on your shoulder.
you turned you head towards him, your right hand coming up to cup his cheek as you playfully whispered, " what gave you the impression that i was gonna kiss you at all after everything you said?"
his head jolted up, his hands grabbing yours as he whined apologies profusely, begging you to forgive him, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter.
however, his pleads were stopped abruptly as your professor was now standing in front of the two of you, you both sat up straight, peter's hands still clinging to yours.
"what exactly is so important that the two of you can't wait to disrupt the class over?" his voice boomed, snickers could be heard all throughout the lecture room. peter's eyes were blown wide open, his mouth opened to say something, but you beat him to it.
"sorry sir, we got a little bit distracted, and didn't realize that we were being too disruptive. we'll keep it down from now on," you politely said, the professor was slightly surprised at your composure and how sure you seemed, considering he was so used to students blubbering after being called out so openly. the disappointment in his eyes was almost too noticeable, and it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
he nodded curtly, and started walking back down towards the monitor at the front of the room, continuing on with his lecture.
you sighed lightly, and peter was finally able to take note of just how tired you looked. your hair was a little disheveled, and the way your eyes were drooping slightly, paired with the increased amount of coffee you'd been drinking the past few days was concerning to him.
he wanted to comfort you, but knew that talking was out of the question. "y/n wasn't kidding when she said he hears everything, i don't think i was even being that loud, was i??"
his eyes trailed down towards your notebook that hadn't been touched in quite a while, it seems. he lifted your hand up off of it, and you didn't think twice when he took it from under your arm, along with your pencil sitting next to it.
your focus was trained back on the lecture at hand, and that gave peter the perfect opportunity to write down some of his thoughts to you.
a couple moments later, he tapped your arm, pointing to your notebook where the words 'are u ok?' were written in his messy handwriting.
you smiled lightly at his gesture, taking the pencil from him and writing back, 'yeah, i'm fine, he just drains me,' before turning back to the monitor.
peter thinks for a second, and presses the pencil back down to the paper, his now damp hair flopping over his eyes in the process. he pushes the notebook back to you, and you look down where it says 'i can tell, and how are we the ones being disturbing when he can barely keep himself focused on anything like wtf??'
you snorted at that, grabbing the pencil from him when he passed it to you, his head leaning over your hand as you wrote, 'i kid you not, before you came in he spent a good 25 minutes complaining about the temperature of his coffee, and how he could tell the beans weren't organically processed due to the greater amount of bubbles around the rim of the cup, and how their appearance was more prolonged than normal.'
peter looked at you incredulously, whispering the word "seriously?" when you nodded, he blinked slowly, letting out a slight huff at the perplexity of your professor.
'damn, this dude really needs to get laid' peter wrote, smiling at the way you giggled. his heart felt warm whenever he managed to make you smile.
you scribbled something else on the page, peter eyeing you curiously. when you turned the paper over to him, he smiled and tilted his head, resting it on his palm knowingly as he read your words.
'so, you still haven't told me why you really came by?' you looked at him with your eyebrows slightly raised, and he couldn't help but stare at you endearingly before grabbing the hand that held your pencil, guiding it as he made you write the words he was unable to say out loud due to the very nosy professor scouring the lecture room.
'i just missed you :)' he confessed, and you smiled softly, putting the pencil down, and lacing your fingers with his that were wrapped around your own, propping your other arm up on the table to hold your own head up, looking into his eyes.
"you're so cheesy," you whispered, nothing but pure adoration pouring through your words, as peter brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing multiple light pecks along your knuckles.
"only for you, bug," he whispered back, as he leaned his head forward to place one more kiss on your temple, nuzzling his nose against the side of your head, eyes shut as he took in a whiff of your hair, letting his head rest there for a while.
you pulled your intertwined hands up to your own lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of his hand in return, holding them underneath your chin as you re-focused on the lecture.
he was an idiot for always showing up at the worst times. but you had to confess, that despite all those terrible times? he somehow managed to make them all feel not so bad.
Since July of this year, Pakistan has been affected by heavy nonstop monsoons and is yet to stop. It is only getting worse. Rural areas in Balochistan, Sindh, KPK, Punjab and Gilgit Baltistan are the most affected.
As of now, at least 937 people have died and over 500,000 homes have been destroyed along with livestock deaths and ruined infrastructure. The floods have left nearly 30 million people homeless
Most of Balochistan is still submerged. Locals are forced to flee and cannot account for their missing relatives until much later. More than 100 districts all across the provinces have been impacted.
Quetta, a major city of Balochistan, has been cut off from the rest of the country as the roads and highways are destroyed.
We get monsoons every year and we are used to them but this is not normal. We are in our 8th monsoon cycle when we usually get 3-4 cycles.
Two of the worst-hit provinces – Balochistan and Sindh – have received 298mm and 689mm rains respectively this year, which is about 400 percent more than the 30-year average. (c)
Along with the floods, there are also landslides and glacier bursts that have claimed lives and made the situation worse.
People from other cities were unable to get in contact with their affected relatives because they did not have electricity. The cloud cover meant no solar power either.
There are more monsoon predictions till September. I don't know how we're going to come back from this.
This is worse than the 2010 floods and the government doesn't give a shit.
This is going to have disastrous impacts on our economy and society but what does it matter? after all, the people are only there to vote, right? :)
It is the volunteers and NGOs helping, it is the public. There was no help when Karachi flooded and people died and they don't care now either.
Here are some links for donations if you can.
Al-Khidmat ways to donate (for international)
Al-Huda
Edhi Foundation
Sites to educate yourself more on this
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Climate change is very real and I am terrified right now.
tagging some people for signal boost @khaleesiofalicante @binch-i-might-be @gayforcarstairsgirls @all-the-cool-ones-are-gone @elettralightwood @rinadragomir @magnus-the-maqnificent @sociallyineptbibliophile @dumb-ass-biatch @noah-herondale-lightwood @steven--with-a-v
"i kno this feels like the end of the world again—or i dunno, ure like, the 45yr apocalypse survivor here which totally doesn't compare to my 3 close calls—but hey! u wont be alone, yea? now stop being such a draaaaaag, old man. it doesn't suit u."
pairing: five hargreeves x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
summary: mornings with five are always quiet.
warnings: fluff, five being five ft. diego bc i love this man
length: drabble
a/n: literally obsessed with five rn so here. also this gif is so perfect i could stare at it for hours aNYWAYS-
five hargreeves masterlist
(gif is not mine, all credits go to the owner)
edit: thank you for 500 notes!!
the soft humming of the stove burner kept you company as you watched the sun rise out of the kitchen window. you were sat on the counter, waiting for the water to boil for your tea. you were up unusually early, having to slip from the arms of your partner and out of the bed. after a minute or two, you poured the steaming water into the mug. you mindlessly started twisting the string of the tea bag around your finger, mind still slightly hazy from sleep. you were snapped out of your trance, hearing footsteps leading into the kitchen. you looked up to see five there, leaning against the doorframe.
“morning,” you said quietly.
“morning,” he smirked, making his way over to you. he stood in between your legs, pulling you down for a soft kiss. as he broke away, he picked up your mug and took a sip. “coffee’s better.”
“debatable,” you said, stealing the mug from him and taking a drink. he smirked at you again, and you put your tea down. five pulled you in for another soft kiss, just as diego walked into the kitchen.
“get a room, you two,” he scoffed, smiling at the two of you. as much as he found you disgusting, it was nice to see his brother so affectionate with someone. you broke away from five, smiling at his brother’s antics.
“go back to sleep, diego,” five replied, earning another smile from you as diego walked right back out of the kitchen. five smiled back, bringing you in for another kiss.
Sick sick sick of possibility of being fucking recorded every waking second by tiktok obsessed quasi celebs. Video titled something like "Caught him thinking he's the main character" but it was just a kid wearing headphones, looking out the bus window. Of course it was posted without his knowledge. Stop recording strangers and everything you see, nobody gives a shit and not everyone is happy to be on tiktok or youtube because of a moron with no braincells and an account. What could be a forgettable awkward moment is now permanently there for the victim of lackabrainis infested idiot to get anxious about forever.
- living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life; ‘the floating world.’
LEVI ACKERMAN X FEM! READER
- synopsis: levi didn’t realize how much better tea tasted when it was made by the gentle touch of someone he cares about. when it was made by someone that cares about him.
WARNINGS: some profanity oops- (but nothing major, this is all just pure fluff with a grumpy levi lolz 😁)
A/N: so uh- hey guys 🤪 ik ive been gone for quite a long time (sorry about that oops-) i just got swamped with a ton of school work, and didn’t really have any motivation to write. but that’s usually how i just am with posting on this account anyways lol, so ig it’s also nothing too surprising oops- anyways, im sorry i’ve been gone, but i hope you enjoy reading :)
LIKES ARE REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED FROM U SEXY BITCHES ;)
it was in the way she never seemed to shy away from him. despite the rumors that were passed onto her by her peers, she never gave into their harsh words. she was never one to allow herself to be held back by people’s fruitless notions about others whom they knew nothing about. he felt his heart sway at her unspoken intentions, the cathartic thump thump of his heart pulsed in his ears, and he couldn’t find it in him to move his eyes away from her figure that was moving towards him.
it was in the way she walked. glancing over tables that filled the common room, tray held in her hands, her eyes landed on his form looking out the window, seemingly focused on both nothing, and everything. she thought he looked beautiful, but kept that a secret to herself as she strode over to his table. everyone’s eyes stared at her, collectively thinking, ‘what the hell is that girl doing?’ truth be told, she didn’t know either.
she just knew she would’ve regretted not talking to him.
it was in the way she smiled at him. ‘her smile held a thousand sunsets,’ he thought. the relief that came with a days end, it was a soft, strange kind of art. she was a dazzling sight, the confines of language did no justice to the swirling sensation he felt in the pits of his stomach as she approached him. but it was confusing, it wasn’t as if she was doing something so groundbreaking; yet, it was still dazzling enough, time and time again, to soothe the captains lonely heart.
her smile was as gentle as the sight of a field of baby breath’s swaying with the wind. he was always enamoured by how her voice sounded as smooth and soft as velvet. as she asked if the seat in front of him was taken, he felt his heart skip a beat, but there was no way anyone could tell from his stoic face.
with a curt nod and a short, “do whatever you want, brat, no one’s stopping you,” he turned his head back towards the window next to him. luckily, he didn’t miss the way her eyes brighten and smile widens. his breath fell short at the sight, and he cleared his throat, though it still took him a second to get it back to its normal pace. his heart fluttered at her presence, but one would think otherwise when he firmly stated to the onlookers behind her to “finish your dinners and mind your own goddam business.”
their night was peaceful, the two falling into a comfortable silence, small talk between them here and there. he even managed to make her laugh, and that was the moment that he promised himself to make sure to keep that smile on her face, for as long as he could; before he couldn’t anymore.
it was in the calm surrounding them, that only they understood. when they were with each other, no matter the time of day, levi felt as though he didn’t have to shy away from everything that surrounded him. he felt it the moment he met her, in the few fleeting conversations they’ve had in the past. he felt it again in this moment as well, when the rest of the soldiers slowly began to file out, and soon the room was empty except for the two that remain. but as she stood up, he figured this was where their night would come to an end, so he told her to “have a good night.”
she looked at him in confusion, saying, “i was actually gonna go make us some tea, unless you didn’t want any?”
his eyes widened by just a fraction, lips parted for just a second, and closed the next as he collected himself; he felt surprised by her wanting to stay. he’d gotten so accustomed to having people wanting to run away from him after a small conversation, he wasn’t used to this feeling of bemusement.
but he wouldn’t let his excitement show, opting to hide it with a quick, “i wouldn’t mind it, but you can sit down, i’ll make it,” he was about to get up, but she put her hand up.
she gave him that same charmingly, ethereal smile that he’d admired for so long, and with a simple, “let me do it. who knows, your limbs might fall off if you try to get up, old man,” she chuckled, and he’d never felt himself fall into the submission of someone else’s words faster, though he hid it with a grumpy expression due to her choice of words.
was it the way her smile embodied the pureness of the sunrise on a dreary morning? it felt like a sign that, despite all the pain and suffering in the world, there’s always hope for change.
maybe it was the playfulness of her words, the way she said them with that warm look in her eyes, though he had a hard time understanding where it came from. no one else was as open to making fun of him (not to his face, at least,) other than the few eccentrics he still refuses to call his friends (only to their faces, of course. he and everyone he loves knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to show that he cared). and yet, here she was. it felt like a breath of fresh air, the feeling of not being afraid to scare off one of the few people he genuinely wanted around him with his brash sense humour and self was delightful.
levi rarely felt insecure about himself, or about the way he carries himself (he has too many other issues to worry about). however, the daunting potential of what could happen if he ever opened up to her, and she becomes repulsed by the parts of himself that he keeps hidden away lingers in his mind. for that to become the reason that causes her to stray away from him causes his hands to feel clammy, his breathing quickens, until he thinks: why am i even so panicked? i barely know this girl, why..
despite how critically acclaimed he’s deemed himself when it comes to figuring out how a person feels, he’s also a stubborn man who refuses to admit he’s been having a hard time pin-pointing what exactly made that look in her eyes make him want to lean back into his seat and watch her forever with lovestruck, and dopey eyes, as if it’s the most natural thing for the two of them.
nonetheless, his train of thought came to a halt.
she flashed me that goddamn smile again.. fuck, this is gonna be an issue, huh, he thought as he couldn’t help watching her walk into the kitchen, gently clutching the area covering his heart on his perfectly ironed dress shirt, causing it to crinkle.
but that didn’t matter to him right now. he was all too-consumed within the paradox of her.
