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Mirrors and Favors part 1
Her chest hurt along with the rest of her. Huddled, broken, sobbing on the cold floor, Cherry let her claws rake into the flagstone with a shriek of rasping stone. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! She'd been human again, been herself again, if only for a few heartbeats. It was long enough to feel the September chill on her bare skin, free of fur and spots, and to realize how sharper the world was through the Leopardess's eyes, but she didn't care. She'd take her dull, mundane senses if she could only be human again. She wanted to be human, she wanted to be herself, she wanted to be normal!
It had been an uneventful evening. Cherry had gone about her tasks as usual, and when she went to report to Owen, she found he wasn't in his office. It seemed out of place, but she didn't question it. He was always doing odd errands for Mr. Xanatos and Cherry was finding out that the less she knew, sometimes the better it was. It was sometime during the evening that it happened. There was a bright fla
Medications and Boy Problems: IEA
She had sworn the day she ran away that no one would hold power over her again. She had overcome too much to have someone swoop in and take her life away from her again. She could be upset, angry, or happy, if she wanted to be. She would decide her bedtime, what she wanted to eat, wear, who she wanted to be seen with, fuck who she wanted. She would decide it all and no one would take that from her again.
So what was she doing here now? What was she doing with this aching and broken heart? How could he do this to her? When did she hand herself over to him? She hated it. She hated herself for being weak again. She had never meant to hand herself over to someone who would treat her like a piece of play-doh, to be shaped and stretched at his will. She thought he understood her. She thought things were different. She could remember their happiness when she agreed to be with him. What had happened to that? There were brief glimpses of that time like the other night at the ball. That nig
Three Ring CalamityThe smell of roasted peanuts and hay was strong in the air commingling along with the smell of animals and too many people crammed under the enormous brightly colored tent. I couldn't believe I was here. I shouldn't be here, honestly. If I was caught, I could be in so much trouble, but if I had to be honest with anyone, I was happier here than I had been at home in weeks.
It was yesterday Toby came up to me as I sat on the sofa with a book in my lap. He was the perfect mix of me and his father. He had my chocolate curls and the round shape of my face with my pale skin, but the rest was his father. He had his jaw and nose and his most distinguishing feature, his father's eyes. They were green, the same green as old dollar bills and had the ability to cut like a knife, or become hard and opaque and absolutely unreadable. I smiled at him, my heart warming over.
Toby Ceaser Marcone was my first child after my miscarriage. It felt after losing my baby girl, Daphne , that I was never me
Avengers-Go Fish"Actually," Julie said, getting to her feet. "It's probably time for all little girls to be taken to bed," Gladys whined, burrowing closer to her mother's side. Cherry winced a little, but would never complain to Gladys.
"But Aunt Julie, I want to stay with Mommy!"
Cherry petted her daughter's hair and kissed her forehead, "You've had enough excitement, Gladdi. Go with Aunt Julie, I'll be there shortly to tuck you in,"
Gladys pouted a little, but did as she was told. She hugged Cherry around the shoulders and let Julie pick her up. Pepper came over, guiding the older woman and child to an empty room.
Cherry's eyes became misty as she watched her daughter go and she quickly ducked her head, rubbing her eyes. Amazon watched her friend a slow realization coming over.
Cherry wore a mask better than any of them. Underneath the maternal and smiling exterior, Amazon knew the pain Cherry harbored and some of the secrets she kept (including dallying around with a super villain). But now that Am
Avengers- Green Goblin's rampage"Boyfoh, no ma'am. I'm afraid you've got this all wrong. Ms. Cherry and I just work together," he tried to clarify, despite the older woman looking as though she didn't believe one thing coming out of his mouth. "Actually she works more with Mr. Stark than with me, but...but that's besides the point." Clearing his throat, he briefly looked down at the small girl before facing the older woman again. "There's been an incident and I need to bring Gladys to Stark Tower immediately."
"An incident?" Julie raised a brow as she tightened her jaw slightly. "What sort of incident?"
"A car accident involving Ms. Cherry and another one of our interns, Ms. Amazon."
Julie frowned, but it was Gladys who piped up as she peered around her aunt's legs with wide green eyes. "Mommy and aunt Amazon?" she bleated, her eyes swiveling to Julie as the older woman tried to give her a calming pat on the head.
"What do you mean a car accident? Where? A-Are they alright?"
"They're alive, but shaken," Rogers
Avengers- Stars and Green GoblinsOMG, that would be super fun. Avengers hijinks! Why do I have the feeling Amazon would get so drunk with Tony, like, all the time?
You know they would
Tony: I'm peeing right now
Amazon: I am sooo jelly
Cherry: *sighs and facepalms*
Pepper Potts: Yeah, tell me about it. Is she always like this? Because I don't know if it's a good idea to let Tony be around her.
Cherry: I'll do my best to keep her in line. Loki!
Cherry: *points* No influencing Amazon OR Tony to get into drunk hijinks together.
Loki: Doesn't seem like they need me to do that.
Pepper and Cherry: *look over*
Amazon: *wearing Iron Man mask, pointing finger gun at Tony* Pew pew pew!
Tony: *giggles, wobbling dangerously on his feet*
Tony falls over, crashing into the wet bar. Amazon points and laughs, nearly falling on her ass as well. Cherry and Pepper groan at the same time splitting up to grab their respective partner.
Loki watches, enjoying the moment.
Amazon reels drunkenly, "Ha! I shot you
Abrupt - Happy B-Day AmazonThe tinkling of a bell caused Amazon's head to snap up as she wiped down the counter. The Little Cup of Horrors had been slow today. It probably had to do with deluge of rain outside that just made her want to go home and curl up with a book and her cat. Her boss had been cranky because of the lack of money. The little miser had been on her back all day and she was happy to have a customer to distract her.
"Be right with you," Amazon chirped, trying to sound cheerful despite the weather and her mood. The man didn't acknowledge her. He was tall and lean, moving with a predator's grace across the café. He wore a black peacoat with a silvery green scarf. Rain littered his dark, slicked back hair, his face pointed and sharp.
/Great/ Amazon thought as she pulled her notepad from her apron. /A miserable day and I get the sour puss/
She made her way over to him, trying to plaster a smile on her red lips and be professional. He had taken a seat near the window, long spidery han
Bringing Loki Home"Father, what is that?"
The icy landscape was destroyed. Once the land rolled with swirling dunes of snow, sheets of glassy icy reflecting the aurora borealis that always seemed to hang in the sky, but even the lights of the sky had been destroyed leaving only a black forbidden sky. Once tall cathedrals, structures of rigid lines, reflecting the harsh formation of rocks and frost that surrounded them, those that once stood tall and proud were now littered across the landscape in ruins. Once a place of marble colors, of the purest whites and the palest blues, was now ashen and grey, streaked red with both the blood of Jotunn and Asguard. Jotannheim, home of the Frost Giants, was no more.
Odin, Allfather, sat on his great steed. Gore from his ruined eye still caked his face, his armor lined with ichor and frost. In the nook of his arm was a swaddled bundle, the cleanest thing on the whole battlefield.
The king of Asgard looked over at his name, at the young man who guided his horse besid
Elves and BreadShe grabbed Ellery in a fierce embrace, holding him tight. Tears, hot and aching, rimmed her eyes as she pressed her face against the soft leather of his jerkin. "Please, don't talk like that, Elle," She breathed. The half elf frowned and brushed the soft mouse brown locks of the human girl that held him tight.
"Flicka, the words are true and I'll speak them if I wish," He murmured, his face strained. It was a handsome face, a mixture of two races. The pale gold skin that spoke of his elvish heritage, sharp, delicate features. Almond eyes the color of freshly fallen snow, such a bright blue they looked white, glittered with the knowledge of a life that was nearly two hundreds years long and yet he was still considered young by his father's people. Along his jaw and mouth hung a shadow of stubble. No elves grew beards, but he could thanks to his mother's blood.
He was beautiful in her eyes, a blending of two races and made more perfect because of them. He was taller than most men, grace
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
Sentenced to AloneCan I say that I love you? If I did, would you believe me?
Knives at my throat and knives at my back,
I’m blind in this darkness, tears steal my eyes,
Do you hold a knife, my darling? I cannot see
I just want to hold your hand, but if I do
Will I feel the slice of a razor’s edge?
What have I done to deserve this from you?
What treason have I committed?
What heresy would you have me renounce?
Have I not been faithful and true?
Have I not held your hand through every disaster and turmoil?
This darkness frightens me…
Please, put the blades away.
Please take my hand.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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