Meet my tiny escapes

So turns out someone has copied and pasted my entire Peter Parker Field Trip (that I spent hours and hours on last month) and has posted it into what they have called an ‘anthology’ on Wattpad. I was never contacted and they never asked permission. All the credit they gave was to my @ not even referencing that it is from Ao3 or providing a link to where you can read it.

Like that is literally it ^

Meanwhile this person is getting the reads, likes and comments that I don’t get to see. They aren’t even responding to comments about where to find the actual work! I put so much effort into the story and really put my heart and soul into some of those scenes and it means the world to me when I see people commenting and appreciating my work. To find that someone has just copied it, even if they have ‘credited’ (though it’s a pretty poor job at crediting I gotta day) makes me really upset!

Like her eyes are so kind, her face is just so round and glowing, and she just seems like genuine when she’s smiling?

She wrecked me during Captain Marvel when she smiled at Stan Lee?

She destroyed me when she smiled so kindly, in the middle of the biggest fight of their lives, at Peter Parker, a teenage boy who’s doing his Best, but is still nervous enough to be awed by Captain Marvel? 

She smiles with her eyes, with her heart, it’s so beautiful that I don’t know how anyone could hate her, I really don’t.

Tony: “I lost the kid”

Steve: “Tony, we lost”

Clint: “Tell my family I love them”

Natasha: “You tell them yourself”

Tony: “I am Iron Man”

+ me walking out of the cinema:

Today, that sentiment reads like Albert Einstein’s famous 1895 school report, in which a Munich schoolmaster wrote that the 16-year-old future genius physicist and conceiver of the theory of relativity “will never amount to anything”.

But 11 years, 22 films and $18.8 billion in Marvel’s coffers later, Downey’s Tony Stark looks a lot like the single most inspired piece of casting in modern motion pictures. An actor no-one wanted to work with was playing a superhero with no special powers in a film no-one had asked for. Then he became the centre of the cinematic universe.”

man with no concept of boundaries attempts to woo sad lesbian 

now that’s what I call incest 

would be cute if one of them hadn’t died but now it’s just sad

would be cute if one of them hadn’t died but now it’s just sad AGAIN

thirteen year old child with distressing attachment to a mannequin  

days of the week;

monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee

tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides

wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies

thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence

friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight

saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop