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Now I'm having contemplating whether or not to use Peter's POV or Flash's POV. Like, should I use Peter's POV and we see his journey as he sees more of Flash than the annoying prick he was in high school and falls in love with Flash that came with all the confusion from previously hating him to now having fuzzy feelings about him and understanding Flash more and see Peter slowly healing over his trauma. Or should I use Flash's POV as he meets this compelling stranger that seems to hold a slight dislike towards him right off the bat and soon finds out that this stranger is his idol who he has deep admiration for and somewhere along the way, his memories comes back and now he's doing practically anything to make it up to Peter for his past actions and the emotions that his memories returning invokes in him throws him back to before he started healing over his own trauma that caused him to act like he did in the first place and then we see him fall in love with Peter alone the way and they both help each other overcome their own trauma.

I'm pretty.

That's what they tell me. People like me, they like my face. They say I'm beautiful. But it is as they say: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Those are not my eyes.

For when I see myself, I see a horrendous amalgamation. I stare into my reflection and I see the rot of a hateful person. I always wonder how people can see beauty in that face. The fat in my cheeks, the uncanniness of my face, the creepiness of my big eyes, my oily nose, my big chapped lips, my cheeks filled with imperfection. I don't have awful break outs, I don't have awful acne.

I can say I'm thankful for that.

But sometimes, there would be a too red spot in my cheek, or a red dot accompanied by two others. Sometimes my pores look too big. My lips, chapped and dry and ugly as I am on the inside.

They say I'm pretty.

I say thank you, but I don't see it.

I know what lies beneath that deceptive beauty that I cannot see. What lies underneath is hideous, repugnant person whose heart is filled with hatred that it drips out of every pore on her skin, rotting her teeth, wrinkling her skin, greying her hair. Her hatred so abundant that it fats her up.

She's ugly.

I'm ugly.

Why can no one see that?

The ugliness she harbors, why can no see that!?

Pretty? Is this what beauty is? The cruel, violent, angry thoughts that floods her mind constantly until she hallows herself out with how deep she buries her hatred and her anger and her emotions; she buries it so deeply that she digs the hole to the other side of her and it drips out for the entire world to see.

I can't see that "pretty" that they speak of. How can they say I'm pretty? When I lash out, when I speak with vitriol lining my every word, when I stare with swirling storms of vexation. What is pretty in my ugliness? What is beautiful about my hatred?

How can they see beauty in me, when all I see is every single negative thing to exist in the world in every piece of me?

They don't know me.

They are so blind as to who I am, to what I am, that they can see my being in rose. And I wish they will never take off those glasses. I cannot bear for them to see what lies beyond the rose hue of their view.

I'm pretty, they say.

It makes my skin crawl with disgust, my mind cloud with disbelief, yet it warms my heart, makes my stomach giddy. I am giddy. I am disgusted. I am an amalgamation of contrast, of duality. I smile, say thank you. While the monster that is my reflection stares at me, a constant reminder that I am an imposter of beauty.

I'm pretty, they say.

And I pray,

That in their eyes, it stays that way.

What if Draco Malfoy cast obliviate on his friends because they were willing to help Draco but he didn't want to put them at risk so he made them forget him? Or maybe he just pushed them all away.

Honestly, I imagine his friend group to be pretty big. Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Millicent Bulstrode. Maybe even add Lorenzo Berkshire and Mattheo. But, personally, I feel like Blaise and Draco started off with not liking each other before they became frenemies out of obligation and started to warm up to each other.

He looks like he’s about to body roll and I can’t unsee it 😭😭

I feel like Sasha Calle, The Flash 2023 actress, would make for a good Rachel Roth

Abigail Armstrong and Oliver Lloyd's friendship is goals. They're such an underrrated pair.

Albedo: I made tea. Dottore: I don't want tea. Albedo: I did not make tea for you. I made it for me. Dottore: Then why are you telling me? Albedo: It's a conversation starter. Dottore: That's a lousy conversation starter. Albedo: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate, bitch.

Peter Parker: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Flash Thompson: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Peter Parker: Seize the dick.