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"When people say impossible they usually mean improbable"

- Nikolai Lantsov

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me: *an intellectual who knows that tfatws is an acronym for the show and each letter is to be pronounced separately*

also me: thefatwuss :)

Girls just wanna

❎ have fun

✅ fulfill witches' prophecy and become king

Viktor just went from being some guy to my all time favourite Arcane character. Funniest possible direction they could’ve gone with him. Every fuck in his mind body soul was spent and gone when he emerged from that goop. Woke up purple from a near death experience and immediately dumped his situationship, quit his job, fucked off to the undercity wearing nothing but a blanket and then became the second coming of Christ on accident. King of protecting his peace. Imagine being that guy who tried to shank him. Some Czech twink with dick and balls hanging out starts glowing and then magically cleanses the poison from your body. I’d be on my knees worshipping him too man what a fucked up situation. Someone please get him some trousers

Conspiratorial: Featuring(some) Avengers.

Whenever sleep isn’t a possibility, Bucky would stay up all night watching conspiracy videos with a mildly panicked face as he tries to piece together if he saw lizard people running the goverment or not.

Or if the Mandela effect could be explained by Loki or Thor.

And Steve, worried face an’ all, always has to pull him back to bed with a grumbled, “Jesus Christ, Buck. You were the one who assassinated Kennedy. Now go to bed.”

During the morning commute in the compound’s kitchen, though, Bucky, Peter, and Sam rant about the latest Shane Dawson videos.

Sam is always the first to jump to logical conclusions.

He also spends about 47% of the time pretending like he totally watched whatever they were talking about, though nobody seems to notice or care much.

Peter tries to mess with them both by adding false info or made-up, ridiculous things to see if any of them believe it.

Bucky always does. Every single damn time.

Natasha doesn’t pay much attention to it all, but when she does, there’s always a knowing smirk on her face that could only mean amusement.

Steve finds all of it incredibly ridiculous, but hey, Bucky’s somewhat happy and creating bonds with people, so he couldn’t be too bothered about it, right?

Bruce has an eerily calm vibe to his obvious confusion and worry, but he never comments on it.

In fact, he encourages it all for the same reasoning as Steve. And when Tony decides to finally look up this “Shane Dawson” guy, he gets hooked into the conversation as well.

“Y'know, it’s a great theory and all. The pain-in-my-ass government officials wouldn’t surprise me if they were secretly reptilian. Same with Cap. Nobody could be that honorable and suseptible to ice without being a cold-blooded reptile.”

“I was in ice, too. You don’t see me runnin’ around like a giant lizard.” Bucky frowned.

“Hey, don’t be rude. His name is ‘Godzilla’ and it doesn’t mean there isn’t a possibility to that.” Sam chirps, nudging at the super-soldier’s side.

“That’s enough,” Steve cuts them off sternly.

“Uh-Oh. Somebody pissed off Captain-zilla.” Tony remarks in amusement, before returning to the cooling cup of coffee.

Sam grins behind his own cup and shakes his head. “He’s got a point. Never thought I’d say that about you, Stark.”

“Oh, it must be my lucky day.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Please, if you guys’ are going to turn into some reptile-creature, at least leave me out of it. I already have enough on my plate at the moment.

"We’re not–”

“Don’t be offended, Cap. It’s just a theory, after all.”

Tony heads off to his lab, leaving them all in an awkward silence.

Peter is the first to speak up, and carries on the conversation as if none of that just happened.

Steve is both relieved and annoyed.

Damn technology, he thinks with a scowl.

And then, a moment later: Maybe I am a lizard-person.

Andrew!Peter With A Skater Girlfriend Would Include...

Request: May i request a tasm!Peter with a skater girlfriend

Sure my lovely @maycat-19-142! I’ve never skated myself so I’m using poetic license here lmao <3 

If you enjoy, please comment!!

(I do not own TASM or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @guyinagreensuit.)

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You first caught Peter’s attention during both your last years of High School. The final bell had rung, and instead of going home Peter had decided to sit on one of the lunch benches in the courtyard, and try to fix the camera Flash had knocked out of his hand during first period. Despite how much he scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses, and tried his hardest to concentrate on which little screw goes into which fiddly mechanism, he kept on coming distracted by someone skating out of the corner of his eye.

To be completely honest, the whole camera thing was just a ruse. Just a fabrication, just a way that he could sit and not draw too much attention to himself as he looked at you. He had been in love with you for a while now, and he had spent may an afternoon pretending to do his homework, or nap, or listen to music on this very bench to just gaze at you. He was too afraid, too awkward to just come up to you and say, ‘hey, Y/n, so I don’t know if you know, but my name’s Peter Parker and you’ve owned my heart since eighth grade.’

He nearly drops his lens in surprise, lanky arm reaching out to grab it and nearly punching you in the face when he finally is drawn out of his musing and realises you’re standing right in front of him. With a big smile on your face, you kick up your skateboard and hold it against your hip as you hold out a hand to him.

‘It’s Peter, right?’

He has to stop himself gasping in surprise, instead wildly blinking in shock a few times before realising himself and taking your hand within your own. Shaking it all wobbly like jelly, his slender fingers can’t find a way to let go of yours until you gently hand his hand back to him with a giggle.

‘Yeah. Yeah!’, he starts suddenly, reaching up behind him to scratch the back of his head. ‘And you’re Y/n, right? I- I saw you skateboarding… you’re pretty good. I skate too!’

He points at it while you take a seat down on the meshed metal beside him, stifling a laugh but also pretending not to notice at the way his leg jumps when your own settles to rest against it.

The two of you end up skating back to his house together, after just sitting and chatting about everything and nothing for a little while. The two of you spend hours outside his porch, just laughing and chasing each other, sitting down on your boards and racing each other down the street.

It was just one of those natural things, as if the two of you had been doing this forever. Sitting behind him, resting your arms around his waist, he turns his head slightly to grin at you. Smiling back, you rest your cheek on the back of his jacket as the two of you go rolling off down the hilled tram lines nearby, and everything in that moment just felt right. As if the two of you had always done this. As if you were meant to. As if the Universe was just waiting for the perfect time and offering the perfect opening to draw two soulmates together.

The two of you spend a lot of weekends hanging out at the park near your house. Peter sits by the edge of the fountain, holding his camera up and trying to take pictures even close to capturing how ethereal you look in the golden rays of the summer light as you skate by him, posing each time you pass. Rolling over the cobbled bricks, he makes it a game to try and grab onto your waist each time you go past, and if he succeeds, he’s rewarded with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sneaks out of his bedroom window at night to go and sneak in clumsily through yours. Before you spend the rest of the night and early morning before graduation cuddled up against his chest while he strokes happily, euphorically over your shoulder with that cute little glint of adoration in his eyes, he drags you out. The two of you go skating together down the roads, and avenues, and promenade, blasting indie music through your earbuds and just holding hands as the honey rays begin to melt their soft sweetness over the top of the house rows. 

It’s always the best parts of his day - just a little slice of heaven in the midst of the hardships and uncertainties of his life. You are always the best of him, showing him the goodness and beauty life can bring.

He keeps on tripping up though, and nearly breaks his board clean in half. It’s only because he keeps on trying to sneak little giggly, puppy dog eyes over at you when he should be looking where he’s going.

Sometimes he’s more playfully sneaky, though. Times like these, he pretends to fall over just so he can grab onto your shoulders and tug you against his chest as he stumbles. He’s all ‘wooaaahhh’ as he, in a very obviously fake manner, falls onto the ground. It’s just an excuse for you to land on top of him, so he can wrap his long arms and legs around you like a koala bear and press a thousand warm fast kisses over your face as you laugh.

You’re very good at patching him up after rough days as Spider-Man, because during your early days of skating you had to do the same on yourself. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he slumps between your knees as you reach down and apologise as he winces, the alcohol wipe burning against the scrape on his forehead. He knows you’re tough, and resilient, and so, so amazing and more than he deserves, but as soon as you’re finished he rests his forehead gently against yours with a warm sigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he just lingers next to you, letting you know that he’s warm and safe as his fingers dance across your cheek.

Sansûkh dictionary

So because I’m a huge fan of @determamfidd‘s fic Sansûkh I’ve been trying to keep an accurate record of all the Sindarin, Khuzdul and even Black Speech that has shown up in the fic so far in order to have an easily accessible dictionary on hand at all times. Which is what this is.

Still, do tell me if I’m missing some word and/or phrase because there’s a lot of them and I have no doubt that could happen. Also I am exhausted. This was a lot of work plus emotions from the most recent chapter so I’m just gonna drop dead now, if you don’t mind.

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