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The Reason Why You Are Limitless

Disclaimer: I'm releasing an old banger but a revised version as my perception has changed!These are just my personal beliefs, and it is completely open ended just like everything else. If you are searching for a “logical” answer this post isn’t for you, this post is for the shifting and manifesting baddies that are open minded to the “impossible” being possible. If you struggle with disassociation this post might not be for you.

We are constantly being told in the manifestation and reality shifting community that we are completely limitless. However, what does that mean exactly? EVERYTHING is made out of energy: our thoughts, emotions, physical bodies, nature, “physical objects,” etc at its ultimate core. Ultimately, we are pure consciousness not attached to any reality. We are the Multiverse experiencing itself. This is why manifestors say that consciousness is the only real reality, and when we enter the “void state” it’s already within us. The void state is just pure consciousness. We are simply entering our truest state of being where we always shift and manifest instantly, where negative thoughts, doubts, feelings, etc don’t exist because this isn’t our natural state of being. We are all “connected” to this energy, because we are all made out of the same energy that makes up the entire Multiverse: spirits, gods, deities, entities, yourselves, physical objects, animals, plants, planets, realities, dimensions, realms, and down to your thoughts. We are everything, everywhere, all at once. Everyone across the entire Multiverse shares a collective consciousness of “I AM” as we are all made up of the same energy. We are all One. I don’t say this to freak anyone out, this should be empowering to know that you have full control of your reality. You can be anything and anywhere right now no matter what. You can do anything and change anything instantly no matter what because time isn't real.

As pure consciousness who are the creators of our realities we have complete and ultimate freewill, so that you have the freewill to create your own beliefs and assumptions. There is no such thing as right or wrong, black or white, everything is grey including what you assume is true or not true. The only real reality is your imagination/consciousness/awareness, because everything is energy. The Multiverse is a paradox, everything and nothing exists at the same time because it all comes down to your dictation as to what is real and isn’t real in your reality. Everything that you can possibly imagine and desire already exists within you, as you are limitless and completely infinite. Nothing is impossible for you. Time is an illusion, and it doesn’t exist so in your imagination where the energy is at its rawest form you already have all of your desires (aka consciousness).

There are no laws of physics that dictate your reality, the concept of the laws of physics is simply your current awareness of reality, which can be easily changed as long as your awareness changes. You are all limitless and you can bend and change the laws of physics/the physical reality with your own assumptions. For example, you assume that you have the ability to fly, as long as you keep assuming that you can fly then your physical reality will transform that. ANYTHING is possible, you create your own rules down to the laws of physics of what is and isn’t possible in your realm of awareness of reality, which can differ for anyone else. Everything that you were taught: spirituality, religion, science, and witchcraft are simply real because you assume that they are real as you were taught since birth to accept certain things as “hardcore truths” when “hardcore truths” is simply an illusion. There are no such things as “ultimate truths” except the ones that you create within your own awareness of reality. This is why “fictional” realities exist, because they simply have a different awareness of reality/“laws of physics” than we do, which can easily be changed. For example, have you ever wondered why some people experience paranormal experiences and others don’t? While they may be real to you in your reality, may be unreal to others in their reality, and both are correct because it is your assumptions that dictates reality. In terms with death, spirits, gods, entities, the astral realm/concept of afterlife, laws of spirituality such as karma, reincarnation, etc-everything boils down to your assumptions as well. These energies are very real only if you perceive it to be real, but if you do not believe in them then they won’t exist in your reality because they will simply not abide by your personal laws of physics. Don’t limit yourself: you can manifest immortality, your desired reality, teleportation, manifesting instantly, time travel, time manipulation, whether you can fly or not, “fictional” characters shifting to your reality, etc as your “core” laws of reality, or lack of. It’s up to you.

Therefore, you completely create your rules to manifest, and how you manifest. Do you shift every time you manifest anything no matter what or simply manipulate the 3D? Up to you to decide, you are correct no matter what because this is your reality. "You" as pure consciousness is where your imagination, desires, assumptions, beliefs and thoughts reside and you already have your all you desires simultaneously because time is not real is the only place you should focus. The physical reality is simply an illusion, and is easily malleable and customisable. It can be changed and manipulated instantly so you can also always change your “laws” on how your reality works whenever you want to. Imagination is your only real reality, where creation is finished it is done. You are never creating anything you are simply being the person who already has your desire/are in your DR. It already exists within you as consciousness being the only real reality. Therefore, the concept of “fiction” and “impossible” isn’t real because what you deem as “fictional worlds” that are created already exist if you assume so. We have just been taught of certain things as “hardcore truths” within this perception of reality, which is completely false and can be changed instantly if we really wanted to. Every single little thing that you think of, desire, etc already exists in the imagination the only real reality right now. Essentially you are limitless you can be anything and anywhere no matter what because you already are that thing right now, no matter what it is. You just need to change your assumption to accepting it.

It should be noted that you do not need to enter the void state to be limitless. All you need to do is accept your true state that you are pure consciousness not attached to any reality or perception of reality, the void is already within you right now. You are the true, ultimate creator /God of your reality, you can even dictate your own “laws of physics” within your reality and what is “true” or “not true.” When you accept that you are more than just your physical body, you open a whole new world of possibilities you deemed “impossible.” You may ask yourself: If it’s the ultimate law that the physical reality must conform to the consciousness that I am (my desires) instantly no matter what then why doesn’t it happen? Whose to say that you can’t just blink right now and be in your DR or have your desired manifestation no matter what right now? Or that you can see the physical change before your eyes to fit your desires or DR? All of this is possible, the problem is that we have grown up in this current awareness of reality to overcomplicate and overthink everything. We think that we need to “believe,” “let go,” “feel happy,” etc. Also, let’s be honest subconsciously we also expect the physical reality to take “time” because we have been taught that we have to “wait” and “work hard” to get everything we want and put “limitations” to our desires. What you need to do is begin to assume that your physical reality instantly conforms to your desires before your eyes no matter what-you don’t need to believe, feel happy, let go, etc. Everything is energy, all you need to do is manipulate this energy by assume what you desire, and make it a dominant assumption. Your dominant assumptions (the energy you put mostly in) always create your reality. Don’t overcomplicate anything just keep assuming in your favour to manifest, shift, create your own laws of physics, etc because your imagination/consciousness already knows every single detail of what you desire since it already exists within you right now.

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Trying to prove a point to my parents

Can you please recommend some peter parker x Desi! Reader fics?? Or Avengers x Desi! Reader.....I've been trying to find them but no luck 😭😭

Okay so I can't take it anymore im reading too much desi!reader and I am in love!! 😭😭 It's like I have to write something 😭😭✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼 so I'm already half way through this one shot and I'm going to make reader Desi cause why not?!

This made me cry 😭💖

˗ˋˏ and i'm sitting on a bench at coney island wondering, where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

summary: peter wasn't the only kid tony lost that day on titan (tony stark x female teen reader; implied peter parker x fem reader)

wc. 2.0k

a/n: so y/n's powers are similar to wanda bc its monday and i do not function on mondays. yes i added lyrics to this because I'm insane :) also, i know the lyrics are not in order but bear with me, and apologises in advance babes ♡

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Red, yellow, orange, black.

That’s all she could see.

Rockets were going off, red and gold ones to be specific.

This dumbass was going against the grape by himself.

“Go,” She heard Peter say. He shot a web to a incoming rock, re-directing it from one of the new space nerds they had met. She flicked her arm out and disintegrated it before it even came close to the two.

“Go I got this.” He said again.

“Stay out of the gravitational orbit will ya?” Y/N replied back, quickly. Knowing Peter was well capable of biting of only what he could chew. Sorta.

Better than Mr. T’s ability.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names,” She heard him say over the blood roaring in her ears. Thanos had ripped of Tony’s nano-tech mask, landing a hard blow on him.

Tony didn’t get back up.

Her arrival on ground caused a ripple under the planet’s surface. Small rocks and debris around her went up in disintegration. Her eyes glowing a soft white.

“Hands off,” She growled as she lifted herself back up in the air.

 ˗ˋ And when I got into the accident, The sight that flashes

before me was your faceˎˊ˗

Thanos was quicker, sending a blast of purple energy from the Power stone straight to where Y/N flew over head. Landing to punch.

The purple met white.

Y/N stayed with one arm outstretched, the other closer to her face. Generating whatever she could.

She’s seen Tony get pushed down, it never struck her. She always knew he’d get back up. This was different.

This was war.

Her hand closest to her began to move outward. One stream of energy keeping the Power stone’s abilities away from her, while she sent a second stream right toward the infinity gauntlet.

The gold closest to his elbow began to deteriorate.

Thanos tilted his head in confusion. How the hell was that working?

That’s when purple started to win, Y/N’s hands beginning to shake from the strain.

Thank Thor above Tony had been watching as he prepared to strike.

The purple was gone almost immediately as a flash of red and gold flew by her. That’s when the blue hit, the Space stone. Moving her forcefully across the face of the planet.

“Somethings happening,” she heard someone say. She was too disoriented to put the voice to a name. Not that she would’ve remembered, shed met these space geeks less than hours ago.

She was too far away from the group to see what exactly what the voice was referring to. She crawled onto her legs on hands and knees, wobbling over, and holding her side. Her temple was bleeding, lip cut, arm probably fractured from the impact of Thanos hitting her with the Space stone. Most of her body had absorbed the energy, but it still hurt like hell.

She stumbled on her way to the group, just a handful of meters away.

Except there was no group anymore. Just the woman with the cool hand, and Tony. But Tony was kneeling over someone.

“I’m sorry,”

No.

She didn’t need superpowers or FRIDAY to tell her whose voice was that. His voice would forever be engraved in her mind, her soul.

What happened to him?

What happened to him.

Anger flooded through her, as it always did. She looked around for the Titan, for Strange, for anyone else there.  

Why did everyone leave?

She looked at her shaky hands.

Did I do this?

Oh God.

This was me, wasn’t it.

I finally messed up.

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Tony turned around, eyes blank as he looked at the ashes on his hands.

His kid’s ashes.

Shit.

The kids.

Y/N was staggering over to him. Horror in her eyes as she darted from her hands, to around her, back to

her hands.

“Tony?” She whispered.

Not you please not you too.

Part of him didn’t want to move, he didn’t know if he could save her. He lost one please let Y/N not be another.

He got up anyway, swaying unsteadily under the floor of an already unsteady planet.

Tony reached his arms out to grab her. To keep her there with him. . He lost one, please let Y/N not be another.

But Y/N didn’t fall into his arms like Peter did.

She just stood there.

He held onto her shoulders.

“Kid-, “ He said quietly looking down at the girl he considered his daughter.

Y/N’s hand stayed connected to her stomach, like if she moved she would hurt him even more than he already was. She kept her eyes flickering side to side from his.

She put her hand on his face.

Tony wanted to say something. To comfort her? To keep her there? To tell her not to go? To tell her she

should’ve stayed home with her stupid muffin she was so excited to eat that morning.

“Never let them take your heart,”

He had to watch her disappear into dust, her eyes closed right before…

He crumbled under the disappearance of the weight right next to him.

They lost. But Tony didn’t know what hurt more. Because he didn’t just “lose”.

He felt like he died that day too. On that stupid orange planet.

And he felt, like he died split in two.

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3 Weeks Later

Grass.

That was the first thing Tony saw as Nebula helped him down the stairs of the Bentar. He previously saw a figure running toward them.

Of course it had to be the Captain himself.

Neither recognized the fact in that they hadn’t seen each other since the brutal fight in Siberia. For a moment they were just Tony and Steve. Not Iron Man and Captain America.

Friends.

“Couldn’t stop him.” Was the first words Tony uttered.

“Neither could I.” Steve followed immediately afterword, supporting Tony as much as he could.

“Hang on,” Barley a whisper. Tony hated the words that came out of his mouth next. He’s been dreading it for weeks. God how he wished somedays aboard that ship he could’ve died with them.

“I lost the kids,”

“Oh, Tony we lost.”

Pepper ran into Tony’s arms, taking his attention away from Steve. Giving him a moment to realize what

just happened.

Sure the super soldier’s reflexes and quick thinking was fast. But this threw him completely off his course.

What the hell did Tony mean by ‘the kids’?

Sure the Spider-Boy that went missing with Tony in New York, and…

Oh God. No.

…

A few hours later…

“You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood, holding onto the table now and then for support.

 “I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers”

Rhodey finally cut in. “Okay.”

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down.” His friend told him, hands on his arms.

Tony mumbled an okay, but Stark’s never stay quite.

Y/N wouldn’t, he thought. “Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you're sick.” Rhodey could hardly be heard over the rush of adrenaline that went through Tony.

Tony looked over to the new blonde standing silently in the corner. “She's great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.”

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules. You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood holding onto the table now and then for support. Right in front of his face, hushing down to a venomous tone.

“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

The old friends just gaze at each other. Steve looking affected by Tony's words.

“You know Steve, the las thing she ever said to me? Never let them take your heart.”

Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand

“It’s too bad I’m giving it. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground. Steve is by his side and everyone is starting to gather.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine. I...”

Tony falls into a heap, unconscious.

No one needed magical powers to know damn well who he was talking about.

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5 Months Later

It’s October 21,

It was supposed to be a party.

He had hiding a box of streamers and banners and deflated balloons in the lab for weeks.

Not even mentioning the closet full of papers for guest lists, and different planned out days on crumbled pieces of paper.

The invitations were ready to be sent.

Pepper had gone out of her way to pick a dress for her.

He looked out to the morning sunrise on the hard wooden bench. He had told Pepper he was going on a run.

Pepper knew, Tony never ran a day in his life. But after losing Y/N, she lost a piece of Tony herself. Not even mentioning the own hole it left in her heart. In her home.

He had fallen asleep to the thought of birthday cake last night. Maybe it was the nightly delusions kicking in. A blanket was placed over him. He just wanted to go back to that dream, only being held less than a couple months ago. A life that felt so long ago.

He woke up groggy that morning. Rubbing his hair as he placed one foot in front of the other in the hallway. He had a little too much to drink last night at his “surprise” birthday party Pepper had thrown for him. Unlucky for her, FRIDAY knows everything.

“God you people are so loud,” He heard a voice whisper from a few feet around the corner. Shhh’s followed. He knew that voice.

In the softest voices possible for an hungover Sunday, “Happy birthdays!” were exclaimed.

 ˗ˋˏ You standing in the hallway with a big cake, Happy

birthday ˎˊ˗

Y/N at the center of the little group, comprised of, Peter, Happy, and Pepper.

“Happy birthday to you,” They whispered through smiling faces.

“Happy birthday to you,” God how much did he have to drink that night?

“Happy birthday dear Mr. T,”

“Tony,”

“Mr. Stark,”

The cake read, ‘Halfway to Senior Citizen!’ in the messiest handwriting Tony has ever seen on a cake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He told himself he didn’t deserve this. This makeshift group of friends. Any yet Tony thought to himself, these were no longer just his friends.

They were family.

 “It’s-its bullshit I’ve even come to this but. God, kid I had to-I had to be the one to tell you.” He stuttered as he spoke, his hand running down his face.

“If you’re still there, knowing you, you’ve probably already sorted through all of my stuff,”

He pulled out a white envelope from the inside of his athletic jacket. The sides were torn and worn, illustrating just how many times Tony thought of burning it.

He ripped open the white flap gently. His hands shook while he did. Deep down it hurt, even more than usual, because he knew he was never supposed to be the one opening this. He was supposed to be watching from across the couch where you were supposed to be. Sitting opening all of dozens of birthday presents—making up for the time you never got to.

He blames himself, for he’s the reason you will never get another candle on a birthday cake.

A bead of water landed on the paper, causing a smudge of black ink to run along the letters.

Anthony Edward Stark, Virginia Potts

Custody of Y/N Y/L/N

“Happy birthday kid.”

˗ˋˏ I’m on a bench in Coney Island, wondering

Where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 authors note 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

hello my friends! i promise i'm not dead, just math sucks and makes me wait to di--you get the point. if you haven't pieced it together already i am very much a swiftie, so much of my work will be inspired/be incorporated with mother's song of some sort. if you've made it this far i love you.

i will be making a taglish fyi ! lmk if you would like to be added ˙ᵕ˙

taglist: @manyfandomsfanvergent

Loved it!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Spiderman Kiss

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Y/N help spiderman with his wound.

Warnings : slight make out session , mention of wound (stab wound to be more specific) and blood , Peter being Peter

A/N : you can imagine this as Tom Peter , Andrew Peter or Tobey Peter. Not my gif.

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Peter didn't even know why he came to her for help. He could just tend his own wound but no , he swing to her apartment as fast as he can while the other hand clutch tighly on the stab wound on his abdomen. Landing on her fire escape , he hesitated , he could turn back and go home but before he realized it. His hand already knocked on her window.

Y/N was studying in her room for tomorrow calculus test when she hear a knock on her window. Getting up from her chair , she draw the curtain only to be met with a superhero clad in a red and blue skintight suit.

She open her window. "What are you-"

Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and she gasp when she noticed the blood "oh my , you're bleeding"

"yeah , I was hoping you could help me"

She help him through her window and sat him on her bed. "Stay here alright? I'm gonna get the first aid kit and the washcloth. Don't pass out"

Peter only nod his head , watching her figure entering the bathroom before coming out a minute later with the kit and washcloth. She kneel between his spread legs making Peter gulp nervously.

"can you- can you take off your suit so I can get a better look on your wound?". Her voice was quite. If its not for his enchanced hearing , he won't hear her.

"yeah um sure". He take off his skintight suit (except the mask and lower body part of course) revealing his toned chest , six packs and muscly arms. The way her eyes trailed over his toned figure make him blush under his mask.

Y/N clear her throat and started to clean his wound ,trying hard not to stare at his chest. "The wound is not that deep so you didn't need a stitch. I will just patch you up okay?"

Peter nodded his head again. Unable to let out a words , afraid he's gonna talk nonsense. How could he not? He's been crushing on her since freshman year. Y/N is the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. He's pretty sure Y/N would never spare a glance at a nerd like him.

"There all done". Peter was quick to wear his suit back

"thank you...." He trailed off , acting like he doesn't know her.

"Y/N. My name Y/N"

"Thank you Y/N" he said , stepping out onto the fire escape. "You're welcome spidey". With a small smirk on her face , she leaned on her windowsill , face inches away from Peter.

She doesn't even know where the sudden boldness came from.

"I uh. I should go"

"stay safe". She wink making Peter more flustered under his mask

That night , Peter sleep with a huge grin on his face.

He can't help himself. He's been staring at the back of her head since she stepped inside the classroom. He can't stop replaying last night memory in his head. She look even cuter with her silk kitten pj's , her h/c locks tied in a loose bun. The way she bit her lips in concetration.

Her lips , how he wish he could kiss her untill she's panting out of breath

She lived in his head. Rent free

"Mr Parker"

Peter snapped out of his daze and reply quickly "yes?"

"whats the answer to this question?"

His eyes scanned the question on the white board. "Oh um 20"

"Good , pay attention next time"

"Yes , sorry sir"

He look back at her only for her already have her eyes on him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it but it look more like an akward smile. She turn back around and Peter smile to himself.

He want to see her again tonight. Maybe bring her a little gift. If he can't approach her as Peter Parker. He will approach her as Spiderman.

Y/N was playing with her phone when she hear a knock on her window. Again.

She get up from her bed and draw the curtain to be met with the same superhero she helped yesterday. Opening her window , Peter step inside her room.

"Are you hurt? Want me to get the first aid?"

"No. No i'm fine. I'm just....Here". Peter held out a bouquet of roses for her. She took it from his hand with a smile on her face.

"Thank you". Peter rubbed the back of his neck. She put the bouquet on her nightstand and sat on her bed.

"Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"yeah urm just done with my patrolling and I saw the roses so I decided to bought it for you"

"How sweet of you spiderman" she breathed out. Y/N patted the space next to her indicating Peter to sat next to her. Peter comply without hesitation.

"What?". Peter let out a nervous chuckle when Y/N keep staring at his mask face. "I'm just trying to figure out the person behind this spider mask. Your voice sound familiar"

Peter started to panic. No , no , no she can't know his real identity. It will put her in danger.

"W-what? I'm pretty sure w-we never met before. H-how can my voice sound familiar to you?". Well , they have a few classes together but he didn't talk much. Just answering a question the teacher ask. And he know Y/N will probably never pay attention to him (except today). So it's impossible for her to know that spiderman is him.

Right?

"Chill spidey , i'm just messing with you" she chuckle. To be honest , she didn't lie. He do sound like a certain boy with a brown hair in her class who she have develop a crush since the past 3 months.

Well how could you not? Peter is a smart guy , attractive and have a good manner too. She can't help herself from falling for him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief. "you scared me there for a bit" he laugh.

For the rest of the night they just talk about everything and Y/N trying to make him slip out a little information about himself but luck is not on her side.

For the next 2 months , Peter keep visiting her every night after patrolling. He will brought her a coffee , more flowers or any snack he could put in his backpack.

Tonight was no different , he step through the already open window (since spiderman keep visiting , Y/N decided just to let her window open) he saw her just walk through her bedroom door with two mug of hot chocolate on her hands "oh hey , i made hot chocolate"

"oh i love hot chocolate". She let out a chuckle and pass the black mug with a picture of spiderman on it to Peter.

Peter scan the picture on the mug. "Really?"

"What? I bought it from a nearby store just for you" she laugh , bringing the mug to her lips before taking a sip. Peter pull his mask untill it was right under his nose before taking a sip himself.

She stare at his pink lips and notice a small scar on the corner of his lips. Only one person that she know have that scar on the corner on their lips.

"hey you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah i'm okay"

"So back to the story , that lady didn't even say thank you and just walk away. How rude- you sure you're okay? You keep staring at me"

"No , it just-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence there was a loud knock on her door , follow by her mom's voice.

"Y/N , sweetie can you open this door?"

"oh shit thats my mom. Hide hide. Hurry!!" she whispered

"fuck , where?"

"i don't know! Why not on the ceiling?" she said sarcastically. But Peter is in a panic mode so he just jump on her ceiling and lay flat on it.

Y/N didn't realise that Spiderman is 'hiding' on her ceiling and open her door. Enough for her to peek out her head. "Yes mom?"

"who are you talking to?"

"uh no one"

"but I heard another voice"

"Oh i'm facetiming MJ"

"But I heard a boy's voice"

"Oh... Urmm MJ is with her boyfriend so uh that's why you heard a boy's voice. That's her boyfriend's voice"

Peter almost let out a laugh hearing Y/N answer knowing MJ is into girls.

"ohh look at the time it's almost 11. I gotta go to bed. Goodnight. Love you". Y/N close the door and let out a sigh. She turned around and a loud gasp escape her lips as Peter's mask face is literally in front of her.

He was standing

On her ceiling

They stare at each other. He examine her beautiful face. e/c eyes , h/c hair , plump lips. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

"Can I try something?". Her voice is quiet like when she first help him with his wound. He nodded his head.

Y/N pull his mask until it reach the bridge of his nose. Peter inhale sharply.

She cupped his face and bring their lips together. Her lips fit perfectly in his. Like their lips was made for each other.

Peter cup her left cheeks and kiss her a bit harder , making her let out a small groan. Neither of them seem like they want to pull away. They can't just get enough of each other lips.

After a minutes of them devouring each other lips , Y/N pull away first. Both of them panting heavily from the kiss.

"Well , I must say you're a good kisser , Parker" she smirked and wink at him.

His eyes widened "Wait , what?!"

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AWWWWWW THIS WAS SOOO CUTE 💖💖

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Headcanons

Peter parker x Reader

• Peter loves listening to music with you, everything about it

• He loves the cliché one earbud in each ear as you guys are forced to stay near each other

• It’s one of the reasons he would never invest in wireless despite your teases

• He loves making playlists that remind him of you (love songs ;)

• Even though you might call him corny or cheesy deep down he knows you love it

• Sometimes he’ll just send you one song instead of a whole playlist so you would focus on the lyrics

• The lyrics are almost always sappy but you absolutely adore it

• Cuddling on the rooftop while listening to one of the million playlists he’s made you

• Dancing in your room and bopping your heads to the beat

• (Peter is the worst dancer you’ve ever seen) But you would never tell him that because it’s too cute

• Both of you completely and utterly in love with each other and not wanting to waste a moment because you’re both too familiar with how fragile life is :(

• Him singing to you while you fall even more in love (whether it was way out of tune or not)

• Mj taking pictures of you guys sharing earbuds on the train while going to her house (looking cute)

• Despite your friends thinking you two are absolutely adorable. They hate the pda (even though you guys keep it to a minimum)

• Putting songs that might be your vibe and not only songs that remind him of you <3

• Him admiring the way your face lights up when listening to music

• You guys both listening to arctic monkeys and the neighborhood on your way to Europe

• You thinking it’s funny to add the Spider-Man theme song someone made into Every. Single. Playlist.

• The cover of the playlists being different cute pics of you guys :)

• Listening to your date playlists while at a diner or on a picnic

• Both of you guys listening to it when you miss each other but can’t see each other :(

• You guys bonding over music

• If you make music or play an instrument he would be your biggest fan and cheer you on 24/7

• You getting flustered the first time he made you a playlist because it was so sweet and he was blushing and stuttering <3

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #3

(y/n is mad at Peter)

Y/n: Peter, tum subse bade gadhe ho! *glares at Peter*

Peter: I'm sorry *looks at them with sad puppy eyes*

Tony: wait, do you even know what they said?

Peter: yEaH, and no, I just memorized the word 'gadhe' that they only use it when I do something idiotic. Basically they means I'm stupid

😭😭😭😭 Part 2 please 🥺🥺

𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 - (p.p. x reader drabble - angst)

i cannot cry, nor can i touch the way i used to. my fingertips are pruned with my tears and my heart is heavy with sorrow. what has he done to me, oh, what has he done?

summary: empty promises that filled the silence between you gave you a sense of hope, something you longed for after the events of the blip. but what good do his lies do when he can never live up to them?

pairing: peter parker x f! reader (peter x mj)

warnings: toxic behavior

mcu masterlist

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"Peter?"

He looks up, his eyes trained on you as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, leg shaking slightly as glance around his room, at the pictures he kept framed on his desktop and the project he was working on in the corner.

"Yeah?" He went back to twerking some litter things on his machine, his little curls bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around in his chair, his fingers flying as they did their own little dance.

"I wanted to ask, if..." You entered his room but it didn't feel very welcoming.

Peter didn't seem very welcoming.

You looked at the pictures he taped on the wall, noting that some of yours had been taken down, replaced by him, Ned and MJ when they had gone to Italy, their beaming face taunting you as you gulped.

"Are we good?"

You watched as he slowly set down the screwdriver, his chair creaking as he swiveled around, his eyebrows brought together in confusion as he assessed the question, noting anything he could have done wrong this past week.

"I don't see why not?" He offered you that lopsided grin of his, the one that always made you falter to speak, the one that always made your heart erratically thump away.

You sighed, bringing your hands together as you sat on his bed, staring at your shoes as you spoke, "I'm overreacting, I know I am," You glanced at him, "It's just that we don't talk anymore. A-And I haven't seen you these past three weeks, even though we pass each other in the halls, an-and Ned kept talking to MJ about this plan of hers, I just," You held your face in your hands, embarrassment, and shame crawling under your skin as you hid away the tear marks.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore."

You heard a loud thump and he was in front of you before you could tell, his gentle hand grasping as your wrists tugging them down so that he cud clearly see your face, his lips turned down a frown as he looked you over.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, so" He placed a kiss on the palm of your left hand, "So," He kissed the palm of your right hand, "Sorry," He gently brought your face closer to his so that he could kiss the crown of your head.

He carefully sat down next, his mattress denting under the added weight as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head under his as he comfortingly rubbed your arms.

"I know I haven't been attentive these past few weeks, I've just been so busy with my suit and everything it's just," He did a small explosion sound, his hands animating it out, "So crazy right now, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." He laughed softly, bumping you against him as he did so.

You quickly wipe those petty tears away as you nodded quickly, nestling into his warmth more as you had come to miss it so, listening to him go on and on about his new deal with Happy and the shoes he has to fill in place of your father.

".....You're a Stark, you should know...." He continued on about something, and your brain forced itself to listen to his speech about how much MJ was helping him with his new web slingers and you felt perhaps even worse than you did before.

But in his room, you felt safe and happy, no matter how much you felt like crying in the arms of your beloved as he spoke of somebody else the way he used to speak of you.

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At school, it was worse.

You didn't share any classes with him or his friends, and your lunch was filled with their conversations and you trying to join in, but them just talking over you.

For the third time, you deflated, pushing the must corn the school offered around with your fork as you listened to MJ and Peter rave about the velocity his new web slingers would shoot.

"And," Peter had to gulp for air, his face tinted red with excitement as MJ jumped over his, adding something new, and Ned watching with an amused expression as they worked off of each other.

"I think that if you changed the-" You went to say but Ned said something you didn't quite catch, and Peter and MJ were quick to hop onto his idea, writing it down in their notebook as they listened to what he had to say.

"My dad showed me that if you-" You scotched a little closer to them, blaming the mistake on the fact that you were sitting a little bit farther from them, but Peter place his notebook down on the place you were going to sit, so you sat still, awkwardly looking around for some help but the other two people were engrossed in what he had to say.

"Hey, Pete," You gently nudged his hand and he nodded to something MJ said, ignoring your quiet please until he no longer could.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raise and you grimaced, biting your cheek as you shook your head, and just as quickly he turned back around, not facing you anymore as he listened to what Ned had to say about his suit.

You glanced up at the clock, calculating that there was only around five minutes until the bell rang, and your shoulder sunk once more, your head throbbing as yet another day went by unsuccessful.

You blamed it on yourself. You know you were stronger, better, louder than this. It wasn't like you to shy away, but you also had your dad to help you through most of it.

With him gone, all you really had was Peter.

And with a final look at him, you could tell he was much more interested in picking out the color for his mask than the act that you felt like his love was slowly eating you alive.

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"Hey, Peter?"

It was a day after school, like any other, but it felt stranger. Like it did that night in the room like it did those days in lunch.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

He stopped walking, apologizing to MJ as he jogged back to where you were standing, looking over every now and then to where MJ was waiting for him as he loudly sighed.

"Do you wanna hang out at the compound tonight? Sam and Bucky are gonna be in and we wanted to have a movie night, you know-"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it in soothing smiles as he gave you an apologetic smile as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry babe but me and MJ made plans to watch A New Force at my place," He screwed his eyes shut, almost as if he regretted asking:

"Do you want to watch with us?"

And you knew it was a lost cause, you would tell that even if you said yes it would be the two of them watching as you observed.

And so you shook your head, leaving him with the one he truly cared for as you made your way back home, knowing that you weren't the one Peter Parker truly loved,

Never the one that he would truly look in the eye and care for.

How to shift realities from someone who regularly does

Hii! I am pretty new to the Tumblr shifting community and I didn’t really plan on posting anything but after browsing around a bit, I kind of wanted to give my two cents on shifting. I used to be active in the Amino community back then but then I took a break to focus on myself. Some time passed since then and I have been shifting pretty regularly now. And after looking through some posts, I wanted to share some things to maybe help others.

Disclaimer: I fully believe shifting is personal and should be tailored to you. What works for me might not work for you and that’s okay! However, I would be very glad if this helped someone. Also excuse how I explain some things. Since I just got back, I’m not very caught up with new shifting terminology so I’m just going to explain how I understand it instead.

You are only consciousness. That is what you are and what you will always be. There will never be any reality, circumstances, doubts, fears, or anything tied to you unless you allow it to. You as consciousness, your only role is to experience and be conscious of things. So as you become conscious of new things, you shift.

As consciousness, your natural state is the void state. You only experience reality when you take on a vessel, which is your body. So through these vessels, you experience reality. And as you live in these vessels, you will encounter its emotions, doubts, and thoughts. This is why people say you are not your doubts or fears, because truly you are not. You are only experiencing it through the vessel. They are not your own, but the vessel’s.

So to shift realities, you simply decide a reality then become conscious of it. Literally just that, you decide and then become. There’s nothing more or less to it I swear.

I think the reason why many people fail to comprehend this is because they had been putting in so much effort that they couldn’t believe how actually effortless it really is. I think it’s because they try to force it without understanding how it just comes naturally. Shifting shouldn’t be about taking control but rather just be. I see people asking how this and how that and am I doing it right, and I just want to say forget all about that and focus on just being.

You had always just been consciousness experiencing reality through a vessel your whole life. You had always made a choice on a reality then proceeded to become aware of it. So now decide on that reality that you want and just be conscious of it. That’s all it is. If it helps, help yourself understand that you are only consciousness. Remind yourself throughout the day, when you experience this vessel’s doubts, or before you sleep. Truly understand that you are not tied down by anything because you are literally just consciousness.

If you question why you should listen to me, it is because I was in your shoes before. For a really long time, I really thought that shifting is just not something I could do and that it was all just an inside joke. I was at my all time low and I just didn’t know what to think or believe anymore. Yet, here I am, shifting as regularly as I sleep. That being said though, I don’t want you to idolize me or envy me. Don’t idolize a consciousness when you are literally one as well and can do anything I can.

I hope this post was understandable. I’m not much of an explainer but I tried my best.

I'm sorry but i'm so sick of shit like this. I don't know you Patricia and with that attitude i don't care to get to know you.

Why has Marvel suddenly become the poster child for everything wrong in this world? For the 100th time no, Marvel movies are not all the same and they're not ''souless''. Anyone saying this, obviously hasn't even tried to watch a Marvel movie. Ever thought that maybe these characters/stories resonate with people? Cause let me tell you, i've felt more emotions from a Marvel movie than i have from some ''high art'' bullshit.

And the AI shit, really? Lesser people have tried and failed to copy the MCU bc they lacked the heart and soul it took for the MCU to be built in the first place, and u think that an AI could write a Marvel movie and have it be good????? Be serious, even the worst Marvel movie would be better than the best an AI can "come up with". Also, implying that the work put into Marvel projects is as shit as the "work" of an AI, is insulting to the countless of talented artists who have been working their asses off in every single project. Instead of doing shit like this, ever thought that you should use your platform for sth good? Like idk, talking about the REAL issues AI is causing to art? Don't you, as an artist, understand that AI is a threat to everyone? To art itself?

But i guess you've all learned the trick by now. Want attention = start talking shit about the MCU. At least be more creative, this technique has gotten old

I'm bored, Patricia 🥱🥱