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It’s very beatiful and sadness

Stay Alive

“Where’s the kid?!” Tony doesn’t bother keeping his voice low as he barges into the room of the medbay. Nurses murmur and try to speak to him, but all he could see was Peter. Peter lying flat on the bed, hands gripping his chest where the white bandages wrap tightly. What hurts more is that he’s not even Spider-Man. He’s just Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t snap back until Stephen Strange steps in front of him.

“Tony, you need to calm down. You can see him but–”

“Is he going to make it?” Tony interrupts, trying to move forward but is caught by the arm.

“Tony.” Strange says in a low voice. He looks Tony dead in the eye, and he can see the apology in them. “Tony, I did everything I could, but he was already infected when he got here. His healing factor is trying to kick in, but if it doesn’t heal soon…”

Tony sucks in a shallow breath, fighting his brain, because there was no way he was watching his kid die today. No way he was watching this stupidly brave kid bleed out from a gunshot wound because he was too much of a hero. Nope. Not today.

He finally shakes Stephen off, and the multiple nurses scurry away like a flock of birds. He makes it to the hospital bed, and watches as Peter takes shallow breaths.

“Peter?” Tony coos as he takes a knee at his side. Peter stirs, groaning softly as he turns to face him.

“Tony.” Peter responds tearfully. “Tony, I didn’t–I didn’t mean–”

“Shh, Petey. I know.” Tony brushes his curls away from his face. “Save your strength, little man.”

“He–He was gonna kill that k-kid.” Peter explains, cough hashly and sucking in chipped breaths. “He was so s-scared.” Tony doesn’t know who shot his kid, but they sure as hell aren’t getting away with it.

“You did good, kid. You did so good.” Tony cups his face gently. “Just stay alive.”

Tony moved to cradle the kid’s head as he listened to the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Peter gripped Tony’s arm with cold hands, gasping tearful apologies and whimpers of pain.

“Peter!” May’s voice echoes off the walls of the room. She’s crying openly as she rushes next to Tony, holding Peter’s other hand tightly. “Peter, baby, what happened?”

Peter moves his hand to cup her face, as if it was the last thing he was ever going to see.

“May–May, I’m-I’m sorry.” He bites out, wincing.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay.” She says back, and Tony puts an arm around her. Peter pulls them both closer.

“It–It hurts. I need–need it to stop.” Peter cries. May moves up and kisses his forehead.

“Everything will be okay, baby. Just stay with us.” Her voice is clogged with tears. Tony’s start to fall.

“I love you.” Peter whispers. His voice is unusually stoical. He looks at May, then Tony. It’s meant for him too.

Time goes into slow-motion.

It feels like he’s watching from far away, but he’s right there.

His hands go limp; his left one falls from May’s face, his right goes slack in Tony’s.

His head rolls back despite Tony keeping it up-right. The beeping fades into a flat-line but it’s all white noise.

Someone is screaming. It’s May.

Someone is shouting “no.” It’s himself.

May grips her…son with such vigor, like he’s a lifeline. Goddammit, he’s all that woman had left.

People are pulling them away, and he fights so hard to keep Peter in his arms, but it’s no use. Whoever it was (Strange?) knows what they’re doing. Pepper has her arms wrapped around May, who hasn’t stopped screaming. Tony finds himself with Rhodey (when the hell did he get here?), on the floor. He can feel it in his chest that he’s shouting but he can’t hear it.

It’s all fuzz.

His boy is gone.

Es demasiado bonito para mí pobre corazón

Morgan Stark’s password for everything is “I love you 3000” and her phone’s passcode is 3000. She names stuffed animals after the Avengers and dreams about how her dad fought bad guys and saved the world. She likes to talk to Uncle James about when her daddy and him attended MIT together, sometimes Peter is there. Peter brings her cookies every Thursday that his aunt May made for him and herself to share. Cassie Lang and her dad come over once in awhile too. They bring tiny ants that are oh so adorable. There’s a man named Steve that visits a ton, he says he worked with Morgan’s daddy but he looks way too old to be her daddy’s friend. Uncle Sammy and Bucky bring her stuffed animals to add to her collection even when her mommy says no. Mr. Strange teaches her how to read and brings her new books every other Sunday, he says schooling is important. The guardians fly over once in awhile. They bring stars and aliens and rocks that Morgan has never seen before. She decides she wants to be an astronaut. She wants to see space and it’s endless possibilities. Happy tells her stories of how her daddy made new things so people could one day see space. He even went to space once or twice. He saved the world with the things he made. Her mommy says that’s why everyone sees them all the time: they loved her daddy. She hopes to one day be as loved as him.

She wants to be just like him.

PURE CHILDREN

this is the soul of all fanfiction in internet 

Reasons why people write fanfictions

5% just wanna write and have an idea

10% canon did WHAT!? I’m sorry(I’m not) to disagree BUT *write intensely*

15% wanna write something with these characters specifically

70% didn’t find the very specific and precise fanfic they’ve been searching for hours and came to the inevitable conclusion that they have to provide it themself  *mutters* “ fuck ”

Como fanficter ves que muchos de los desarrollos o finales de tus series/ películas/ libros/ mangas favoritos son muy diferentes a lo que tu pensabas o querías que pasaran y simplemente tienes que sobrevivir con ello e intentar escribir algo que te consuele  

Wattpad

Crepuscule

Nyoko tuvo que descubrir de la peor forma que había oscuros secretos detrás de su concepción. Ahora ella tendrá que luc...

Esta es mi otra historia que actualmente tiene más capítulos que el otro espero también les guste y que puedan leerla

Kieran, Cristina and Mark from The Dark Artifices by @cassandraclare

I love them way too much  😭 😭 😭

part of the journey is the end.

Main reason I didn't watch The Legend of Korra

I am a very recent fan, I have been there for four years, maybe, and I became very fond of Katara, she is the girl I always wanted to be, so extroverted, a great dream for an introvert. But we're not talking about my social problems.

The thing here is that when I finished watching the animated series during the quarantine, I loved it so much that I started to see what LoK was about because movies and series make me anxious if I don't know how builds and ends, so I watched some clips and was excited that Katara, Toph, and Zuko were still there. My disappointment is great when I see the publications talking about the disservice Katara did to her. And the more I learned about how the previous protagonists had fared, the more discouraged I was from watching the Korra series. And what I saw they did to her in the comics horrified me even more, so much so that I decided to stick with just the original animated series. Over time I have learned things about the Atla characters in LoK and I realized that basically all the Gaang have their monuments and are recognized for their work, and obviously it's great, very cool and they deserve it but Katara deserves it too.

Katara deserved to be remembered and honored in LoK, even if it wasn't as prominent as what Sokka, Toph, Zuko and Aang did, she deserved the same honors as her friends. And many say that the statues of them are for the founding of Republic City and I accept it, but even when bloodbending is mentioned, Katara doesn't appear. They were perfectly able to give a glimpse of a civil hospital that will bear her name and even her statue. Even a brief dialogue referring to something like a hospital.

X: Where will we take the wounded?

Literally any character: Take him to the Katar Hospital

X: OK

Literally just that was enough, there didn't even have to be a full scene of that damn hospital, just being mentioned was enough to honor her as she deserves.

Sorry if it looks strange, I'm not a native speaker.

Good morning. This might be my last message from the city of Rafah. The occupation [Israel] is carrying out crazy fire. Violent belts. As you’re hearing, there are helicopters. Planes and gunfire from the vehicles. There’s a complete invasion of the city.

We don’t know what is going on in Rafah. The place that the occupation [Israel] claimed to be safe. This is happening all of a sudden; the people didn’t go out. They didn’t do anything. More than thirty targets were hit in just minutes. People were asleep. We woke up to the bombing, to the shooting from the helicopters. It was horrifying. Unacceptable. This might be my last message. Please relay it to the world.

— Hazem, journalist residing in Rafah; 02.11.2024

Rafah was Palestinians’ very last safe zone. There is quite literally nowhere else left to go. And now it’s being bombed with airstrike after airstrike.