Media starved daredevil fan, Shane and Ryan enthusiast, otherkin, and occasional ff writer! I also sometimes talk abt racism and American culture being weird :3
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Latest Posts by getmizumonod - Page 5
Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
Intro post :p
Hihi! I’m Tala Silas, some ppl call me Tank! I’m 15 (and a half) (yes I’m immature enough to add the half) and I’m a fucking NERD. I love love love love LOVE linguistics, I’m hard of hearing and an asl student. I’m based in the US!
Autistic, ADHD, hella traumatized and v anxious (yes I can use this experience for ff)
wlw but men are cool too!
My gender is none of ur business
Punk?? At least trying!
Tsalagi (uncultured asf tho, pls help me) and Sicilian gal from SoCal
I write fanfic! Rn I’m willing to write for almost anyone you request!
FANDOMS:
Deadly Class (comics)
Marvel (mcu) (heavy focus on Yelena and Bob)
The true lives of the fabulous killjoys (National Anthem and California)
Ethel Cain (idk who wants Ethel Cain ff but I guess I could write it?)
TWD (I’m on season 3 rn but I’ll update this page every time that changes)
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Im also SOOOOSOSOSO socially awkward but yeahhh
I’m a otherkin or therian but not a physical one
I’m a wolfdog!
Bjj girlie, aspiring archer (gotta get over the aversion to getting back into it tho)
DMS ARE OPEN! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE TALK TO ME!!
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My main knowledge bases (please ask me abt them):
Leopard Sharks, Orcas, Great Whites
Sleep Token
Critical Race Theory (mostly out of boredom but always down to discuss)
Trauma and mental health in relation to political issues
Autism and ADHD
NBC Hannibal (2013-2015)
The Daniel tiger episode where they go to a crayon factory
Also please stop asking me about your family in Gaza I’m very sorry but I don’t know which ones are real and which ones aren’t. I’m very sorry I know your families are starving but mine is too, I cannot donate and I am more sorry that grifters are taking your plight and using it to scam others I truly am.
THIS. I’m so sick of being mentally ill and hearing “oh my god I do that to!1!!” Uhm no the FUCK you don’t. You don’t dissociate when you see a Honda pilot. Fuck off
found this today
Please use these terms correctly. Not doing so will deeply harm the people who actually have experienced trauma, gaslighting, triggers, and people who have NPD.
Officer: “how old are you?”
Me, a person in a derealization episode who has no clue who I am, let alone my age: going to check my ID
The officer will now shoot me for reaching.
If you’re wondering how it is being a poc in America, this post should sum it up pretty well.
born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or
Guys I did it AGAIN 😔😔 I lost another bob fic. You would think I learned but I don’t learn anything. OKAYS. So in this one THEY DO TAXES. Please 🙏🙏
God bless California
[image description: a costco interior with a very large selection of Mexican Coca Cola in glass bottles for $35.69. End id]
“I struggle with meet cutes” OH MY GOD STFU NO WAY YOU DO THIS IS SO GOOD. Also please lord im BEGGING you for a part two omg (I haven’t checked if there is one imma be so fr)
Mocha / Bob Reynolds
PAIRING: bob reynolds x cafe owner!reader SUMMARY: yelena decides to make it her mission to set up bob with her close friend. WORD COUNT: 2.6k A/N: not beta read, and named mocha after my favorite coffee! I am also realising I struggle with meet cutes so next fic is probably an established relationship whew. hope you enjoy!! WARNINGS: just insecurities, a beef mention of bob's drug-fueled past and fluff
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“Get dressed, Bob.”
Yelena tossed a pair of jeans and a sweater into Bob’s lap before placing her hands on her hip.
Confusion twisted his face.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Bob asked.
Truly there wouldn’t be anything wrong with what Bob was wearing if he hadn’t already been wearing it for three days straight.
In the months since… the incident… as they all now referred to it, Bob had made significant progress. He had stayed sober, gained a healthy amount of weight back, and worked on his mental health to a degree that even John had to admit that he was impressed by it. However, all this progress had been made inside the Avengers Tower.
Not that Yelena didn’t enjoying being around Bob, but she’d like to wonder where he was for once instead of being able to turn her head and see him curled up in his book nook every single time, without fail. At times she wondered if his skin had merged with the fabric of the seat.
“You are not going out like that.” She said matter-of-factly. “And you are starting to smell.”
Bob placed his book to the side and pulled himself up to look at Yelena.
“Going… out?” He asked.
“Yes, we are going out.” She said with a huff. “I cannot watch you sit on this floor all day again. So get dressed… and do not forget the deodorant.”
Yelena left without another word, leaving Bob to his own devices. Lifting up his arm and taking a sniff, he cringed and shuffled towards the bathroom toting the clothes Yelena had given him in hand.
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"Where are we going?"
Bob stumbled after Yelena as she effortlessly weaved her way through the busy Manhattan street. It was 5:30 pm and it seemed that all of New York were leaving their offices, on a mission to get home which, to Bob's understanding, seemed to all be in the opposite direction from where he was heading. With rushed apologies and too many elbows in his ribs for his liking, Bob had begun to miss the comfort of the tower.
"For coffee." Yelena replied without looking at him.
"Coffee?" He asked, glancing at sun setting between high rises. "Isn't it.. isn't it a little late?"
"Never too late for coffee, Bob." She said, rounding a corner. "Besides, it is quieter at night."
Bob bumped into Yelena's back as she slowed her pace.
"Here!"
Yelena opened her arms towards the café in front of her. A warm glow poured out through its windows and onto the sidewalk as if it wanted to sneak up their ankles and pull them through the doors. Through the glass, Bob could catch a few people doing work on their laptops or catching up with friends, lounging on the couches or curled up in the booths alike. What truly caught his eye, though, were the filled bookcases that covered every square inch of the walls.
Yelena, observing his fascination, smiled.
"I knew you'd like it." She said, grabbing his arm. "Now come."
In an almost cartoonish fashion, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans reached Bob's nose the second he stepped inside and carried him to the counter.
The barista's face lit up at the sight of them and Bob felt himself grow warm under her gaze. Her smile, warm and inviting- not like the polite ones Bob often got thrown by underpaid workers to evade the scrutiny of their boss- made him brush his tussled hair from his face.
"Lena!" You laughed, leaning against the counter. "Fancy seeing you here. Want your usual?"
Lena? Bob thought. Did she know you?
Bob glanced from Yelena to you.
"D-do you guys know each other?" He laughed awkwardly.
The blonde raised her eyebrow.
"Are you surprised that I have friends, Bob?" Yelena asked pointedly.
"N- no!" Bob said, shaking his head and crossing his arms. "I was just wondering-"
Then you piped in: "Oh are you Bob?" You asked, your gaze falling on him. "I've heard so much about you. It's so nice to meet you!"
God, he thought, it's hot in here.
You were pretty and kind- the first confirmed by his eyesight and accompanying heart rate and the second, by your friendship with Yelena.
If there was one thing that Bob was not used to, it was receiving warm attention from strangers. With a past riddled with crime and self-seclusion, he couldn't remember the last time someone had actually been happy to meet him. Even his current team had been mildly annoyed by his presence the first time they met.
But you had heard about him. That couldn't be good, right?
Bob pulled at the neck of his sweater and smiled.
"That's me." He answered timidly. "I'm sorry, Yelena's never mentioned you-"
Waving her hand in his face to cut him off, Yelena turned towards you.
"I'll have my usual." She said before turning to Bob. "What do you want?"
Suddenly it occurred to Bob that they were at a coffee shop. Hyper-aware of your gaze, Bob shoved his hands in his pockets to stop himself from nervously fiddling with them.
"Oh I- I've never had coffee." He said.
He said it in the most innocent way in the world, so much so that you couldn't even find it in yourself to make fun of him for it. If anything, you wished you had super speed to be able to fly out the doors, get ingredients for whatever Bob did like to drink, and whip it up in seconds so you'd never have to see him disappointed.
Yelena however, did not share the same sentiment.
"You are embarrassing me." She whispered.
Seeing the shame in his eyes, you cut in.
"I can surprise you if you want?" You offered. "I'll just come bring it to your table when it's done."
Pretty and kind.
"Y-yeah," He smiled. "That sounds nice."
With their orders sorted, Yelena wrapped her hand around Bob's arm and pulled him to a nearby table. Nestled in an alcove between bookshelves, Bob settled into his chair and glanced around him.
"This place is nice." He observed, peeking over the side of the bookshelf to catch a glimpse of you at the counter.
Yelena, following his eye-line, smiled.
"Good." She said, crossing her legs. "Because we will be staying here until you ask her out."
And there it is: why Yelena actually asked him to come out.
He should've known by her attitude- how she demanded he get dressed, how she weaved through passerbys without a second glance, how she stopped him from fumbling over himself in front of you... she was on a mission.
Bob would have been lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you. In the past, he had barely experienced attraction- his attention consumed more by illicit substances and how to get them rather than the affection of a woman. But he knew by the warmth that creeped up his neck and onto his cheeks and the way his heart seemingly flipped in his chest when you spoke to him that you had him.
However, that didn't mean that he could have you.
"Yeah- Wait." Bob said, tearing his eyes from you to look at Yelena. "W-what. I'm not- I can't... I don't know her."
"No," she said, folding her hands. "But I do. You two will make cute couple."
She said it as if it were simple. As if she could flip a switch and make him the perfect boyfriend.
"But-"
As if on cue, you strode over to the table with a tray in hand.
"One flat white for Lena," You said gifting the mug into her waiting hands. "And for Bob, a mocha: decaffeinated. I figured you might want to be able to sleep tonight."
You said the last part with a wink as you gently placed the mug down in front of him.
The warm drink sat in an orange mug with a foam heart on top and although he was sure you did them for everybody, Bob's insides felt like mush all the same. He couldn't remember the last time he had something that didn't come from a drive-thru window.
"And I know you didn't ask," you said, placing down another plate. "but I also brought over a chocolate donut to go with the coffee. I thought you might like it."
If Bob didn't know any better, he would have thought you were nervous because once the tray was free of any beverage, you tucked it behind your back and shifted on your feet as if you were finding any excuse to stay.
"Oh this looks really good," Bob groaned.
Careful to not burn himself, Bob gingerly brought the mug to his lips. The drink, filled with notes of chocolate that overpowered any bitterness of coffee while maintaining the taste, warmed him to his core. Feeling the temperature of the drink spread throughout his body, Bob sank into his seat and moaned.
A real, actual moan in front of the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
It was only once he opened his eyes that he realized they had ever been closed in the first place.
"I think he likes it." Yelena chuckled.
Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, he cleared his throat.
"S-sorry." He apologized, "it's really good."
The weight of your gaze bared heavily on him as he avoided your eyes, too afraid to feel the judgement they no doubt held at his reaction.
Instead you smiled.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Bob." You assured him. "That's the best compliment I've ever received."
A silence hung in the air then as the three of you stood at an impasse. The radio flicked between songs as it did, leaving the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard across the room the only escape from becoming intimately familiar with each other's breathing.
Yelena glanced between the two of you. She rolled her eyes and kicked Bob underneath the table.
"Ow!" Bob yelped. "What was that-"
"Didn't you have a question you wanted to ask her, Bob?"
Fuck, now you were really looking at him.
You were like the sun. As tempted as he was to stare at you, his eyes darted anywhere but your face as if it would hurt him just to look.
"Uh, um yeah..." Bob said nervously, "I wanted to... I was going to ask..."
You eagerly leaned forward.
"Yeah, Bob?"
Bob could listen to you say his name forever. A once held insecurity, dissipated like cotton candy in water.
He cleared his throat.
"Uh- what kind of milk did you use?" Bob said, drumming his fingers on the table. "Because I'm uh... lactose intolerant."
The end of the sentence dragged on awkwardly and although he was internally beating himself up for embarrassing himself in front of you, he was clouded by how much more humiliating it would have been to ask you out in front of Yelena.
Any hope you had in you that he would ask you something more personal faded as you physically deflated.
"Oh uh, oat."
Yelena thought she could kill him. She really could.
"Well uh," You said. "Enjoy."
And with that, you were gone.
The second you were out of earshot, Yelena leaned over the table.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I- I don't know!" Bob whisper-shouted back. "It just came out-"
"That you are lactose intolerant?" She argued. "You are suppose to ask her out and instead, you tell her you have tummy problems!"
Bob slammed his face into the table and groaned.
"You put me on the spot-"
"Because she was looking at you with the heart eyes!"
That picked Bob's head up.
"N-no. You're just saying that." He argued. "She doesn't like me"
Yelena rolled her eyes and jammed her pointer finger into the table.
"Listen to me, Bob." She said. "I know my friend. She likes you, okay? So we will sit here until you ask her out."
"But-"
"No buts!" She shouted, flicking her hand. "You will ask her. Now, I will enjoy my coffee before it gets cold."
And that's how Bob and Yelena ended up sitting in the coffee shop until close.
It wasn't that he didn't try, because he did. After a hype up session with Yelena he would stroll up to the counter with the intention of asking you on a date, but the second you smiled at him, he psyched himself out and just ordered another coffee instead.
As minutes turned to hours and the patrons began to file out of the cafe, you, Bob and Yelena were the only ones left- unless you counted the elephant in the room.
"Hey so," You said saddling up to the table. "I'm gonna start closing up. Don't worry about the bill or anything, I put it on Yelena's tab. Just head out when you're ready."
You hesitated.
"Oh, and it was nice to meet you, Bob."
Yet, as you turned to leave, you felt a clammy hand wrap around your wrist, holding you back.
Your eyes trailed from the hand up to Bob's face where his cheeks had been painted red. As if his lips had been sewn shut, he said nothing, but instead longingly gazed up at you, taken aback by your features so close.
"Oh for God's sake." Yelena said slamming her hand on the table.
Bob yanked his hand from your touch as you your attentions ricocheted towards Yelena.
"Lena-"
"I cannot keep watching this." She said, gesturing towards Bob. Her eyebrows had knitted together and a sigh escaped her lips. "Y/n, will you go on a date with Bob? Please? I cannot do the puppy dog eyes any longer."
If there was ever a moment Bob wanted to crawl into his own skin and let the Void consume him, it was right then.
Yelena meant well, he knows she does, but no matter how much she thought she knew her friend, what Yelena was not aware of was the clinical aversion that women seemed to have to him. The most Bob would be lucky enough to receive was a platonic fondness, never the affections of a woman so pretty and kind and warm and-
"I'd love to."
Pulling himself out of his own self-pity, Bob's mouth flew open.
"Y-yeah?"
You smiled at him.
"Yeah," You said with a laugh. "I thought you'd never ask."
Were you sure you didn't put caffeine in his coffee? Because Bob felt the sudden urge to throw himself out of his seat and run around the coffee shop.
Instead, he settled on handing you his phone to let you type your number in and allowing Yelena to usher him out of the coffee shop- him longingly looking over his shoulder at you until he physically couldn't anymore.
With a renewed pep in his step, Bob pulled out his phone and smiled.
Bob: Hi, this is Bob :)
Bob: From the coffee shop.
Bob: Yelena's friend.
Bob: I'm not really lactose intolerant, you're just really pretty. :)
And although Yelena couldn't see what he was typing on his phone, seeing the content smile that painted his face was more than enough for one to reach across her own- rolling her eyes fondly at the idea of her two friends in love and a mission, accomplished.
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Guys I love my gf so much. She’s so sweet and lovely and for a little while she wasn’t being herself but she is again and she’s so loving and she’s so silly and she texted me as I was making this post. I got a sunburn and she went “yeah well wear sunscreen next time honey” and then I was complaining abt how sunburns are ugly and she was like “the next time I see you I’m kissing where that burn was because it’s not ugly” LIKE- she’s so SWEET AND SOFT AND LOVING and she does this thing where she’ll try and be nonchalant and then her friends will be like “she took asl for you not because it’s easier but because you communicate in asl” and OH MY GOD??
Im so fucking scared of my dads parenting skills. Like I turned out fine but I have extensive trauma counseling. My brother has a glock
So yes that’s true but none of them fit and that’s the issue at hand. I know who I am but I fear judgement from my own community enough to not be myself
I love (fucking hate) being transgender because yes I am trans. Yes queer. Tis I the tranny. I use she they pronouns yet I am still 100% no gender. I’m not boy not girl not anything I simply am. I’m the bit. I am the devil incarnate. I’m a dog and I’m messy running eyeliner in a bar bathroom with coke still on the counter. My gender is explained in aestheticized images of the idealized version of myself and my trauma. I wanna call myself two spirit but I’m not native enough for that. So I’m just lost :(
Moots I’m sorry I stalk your posts like we’re friends or something I just am strange and you guys post a lot. Mostly Kade and riv. It’s so fucking late I’m sorry I forgot ur name secret sauce moot
I love (fucking hate) being transgender because yes I am trans. Yes queer. Tis I the tranny. I use she they pronouns yet I am still 100% no gender. I’m not boy not girl not anything I simply am. I’m the bit. I am the devil incarnate. I’m a dog and I’m messy running eyeliner in a bar bathroom with coke still on the counter. My gender is explained in aestheticized images of the idealized version of myself and my trauma. I wanna call myself two spirit but I’m not native enough for that. So I’m just lost :(
I need to choke someone with my thighs.
I need help finding a fic! It was bob x reader, less than 5k I think maybe 1-3k, miscommunication trope and reader thinks he’s pulled away but he doesn’t actually? Him and Yelena cuddle and reader starts crying I think that’s as far as I got.
Straight up I have the social skills of a very afraid frequently kicked dog. Please don’t mind me I don’t know how to social
Being audhd is so weird because what do you mean I had a full sensory meltdown and the only thing that could calm me down was MINECRAFT??? Excuse me??
Apparently we’re “going to the beach” uhm. Can we not?
6 inches sounds like body horror good god
"6 inches is too small" none of you have had sex ever like you are literally insane if you say that
Enough of the nonsense. You shouldn’t be hating yourself and everything about you because of yourself. That’s strange behavior. Get a job. Go outside. Run in the goddamn grass. Braid your fucking hair. Listen to music. Get off of this GODFORSAKEN prison we call social media and go outside. Meditate. Sports. Idc what do smth
I NEED THIS HAIRCUT SO BAD BRO
The democrats don’t need to be amazing right now. They just need to be not fascists. Be fr guys this is the bare minimum and right now we need that. We will work our way to progress AFTER we defeat the republicans. Because they’re not “Trump and his administration.” Every single republican is complicit. Naming republicans in with 47 will make them to blame, and they will do things to get that heat off of them. Like growing a damn backbone. Keep fighting
so Bob agrees to be a human lab rat because he believes his only worth as a person now is to be a glorified test dummy to advance science, he's stuffed in a box then wakes up with a gun to his head and immediately almost dies but still doesn't blame any of that on the people who put him in the box or the people with the guns, meets the first person in what feels like forever who asks if he's okay because they genuinely care about him, and he immediately sacrifices himself for them, oh his hero complex is SO fucked up. I need five more movies
Ohhhh you ate that. Fuck you for making a good playlist bro wtf/pos
Remember when I said I was making a playlist for Bob? It's not "finished" and idk if it will ever be but yeah...
Well, here's the link to it anyway:
Again, if you have any recommendations or whatever, feel free to let me know!
Debating cutting my hair for a girl that was part of my school support system and died of cf.. she was so nice I miss her :(
Ooooo which one did you get??
Fun little tip for all my alterhuman/nonhuman friends!!
Luneprint sells amazing jewelry that for me personally, is very gender and species affirming. They sell slip chains, necklaces, bracelets, key chains, waist chains, boot charms, stickers, and even cool ass shirts!!! I bought a loop choker from them before they had their official design down, and I love it!! For me it’s very species and gender affirming! It’s also sensory safe which is awesome!!
(Some of their awesome products)
Here is a link to their YouTube!! Their website is here!! If you don’t trust clicking on a random link, you can find their website at shopluneprint and their YouTube at LunePrintShop.