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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble.

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway.

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!”

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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letters-to-rosie · 2 months

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Arcane 2 in november. Hype???

I feel like I'm so scared of November in general that it's overtaking any excitement I have lol

but so I'm not being a total grump, here are some hopes I have

an exploration of Vi's time in Stillwater and all the trauma that comes with it

fun Warwick fights lol

MORE EKKO (but that's not a surprise to anyone lol)

magic Mel????

and speaking of Mel, Ambessa is such a wildcard so that'll be fun to watch play out

I feel like Jinx should get to blow up another building in Piltover, as a treat

I am not a Piltover fan can you tell lol

and CaitVi, because if not we will be robbed

so yeah, I can't help but feel existential dread when I think about November, but maybe having a fun show will help us get up and continue to fight the horrors

#arcane #arcane season 2 #asks #caitvi #vi #mel #ambessa #ekko #warwick #jinx #also the thing that sucks for me personally is i know in november i'll be writing some 20+ page final paper #but that's my fault for getting this phd so

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slow-burn-sally · 1 year

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How to successfully hide the fact that you’re a mess over your coworker, while simultaneously being a stuffy loser with no game.

When she asks you “do you have any plans for tonight?” in her soft, sensual voice, while she leans flirtatiously against the door frame of your domicile, tell her you have a date with your telescope. Then introduce her to your telescope. Make sure she knows you named it, and that you had a pathetic childhood.

When you ask her what she’s doing tonight, and she says “nothing much” and gazes at you with eyes like this:

It might seem like the perfect opportunity to ask her out. Her eyes are all soft and glowy. The beach is beautiful at sunset. She’s looking at you like you invented romance, but DO NOT ask her out. Instead, wax philosophical about the nature of having nothing to do, ask her some stupid question about what the word ‘nothing’ might mean on a existential level, and then give her this face:

She’ll say “I’m not sure I understand the question.” But she’s still standing there, still giving you ‘I want to know what’s going on under that tie’ eyes, so you have to shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY.

Make absolutely sure you break the simmering eye contact and bring the focus of the convo back around to your telescope in order to kill the romantic mood entirely.

proceed to be incredibly awkward and wish her a good night. Watch as she loses her lady-boner and remembers that you’re a socially inept grump with nothing in your life but crime solving, a telescope named Lucy, and a small, green lizard named Harry. Watch her walk away, probably to bang some rippling-ab island guy, whilst you and your girlfriend Lucy the telescope have a romantic evening alone, without her.

eh voila!! Congratulations on being a stuffy loser with no game! You’ve won a night completely devoid of sex and another 3/4 a season worth of pining!

#death in paradise #richard/camille #richard poole #camille bordey #di richard poole #ds camille bordey

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certified-court-jester · 1 year

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I present to thee: The Finest Arin Hanson Quotes I Could Find:

Amin enaild in burg. But you dont even, because that's the one, and you know what you need to do?

Did you point?

Get bigger hands

We got pokemon to keep us alive and and and and and and and and and and and and sharp

She can make tea with her friends- NOT ME OBVIOUSLY

NO DONT DAN FUCKING GODDAMNIT

it's fine

It's not a big deal

My dicks falling off!

UNAVOIDABLE CHIN MOVE

Look at me!

DONT BELIEVE ME LOOK AT MY RESUME 30 YEARS EXPERIENCE OF JACKING OFF

CONSUME PRILOSEC

I'm an XL a lot of fans keep sending me a small because they think that I'm a petite little boy but I am in fact a large fat man

I spent it all on gambling

Give us some blood and we'll give you some dates

413 413 413 413

Stay in school

Don't do drugs

Eat your teeth

What is Sally trail mix

When I go to sniff a butthole, I'll climb over anything, breeze, sleet, snow, or shine. I'll be there to sniff your butthole anytime. Come on!!!!

Don't get all existential on me

You damn well this is fish

BECAUSE HES A GREAT KISSER

...is what I've been told....

IVE GOT 30 NIPPLES AND ONLY FIVE OF THEM LACTATE. LOOKS LIKE YOULL HAVE TO FIND OUT WHICH ONE

IM NOT PLAYING THIS ON AN EMULATOR

FUCK MY ASSHOLE DUDE! FUCK IT RAW WITH 30 DICKS! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SEED BAAAABBBYYYYY

THE BANANAS HAS GONE BAD

The carbuncle ate itself

YOU GOTTA TRY THIS DUDE IT SUCKS

I'm a Neuro net processor I'm a learning computer SHIT

Come on down to Burbank California where you're never too far from a taco bell

Tammled!!

Wow did I shit my pants no it's game grumps live

I've been waking up everyday gradually more and more um eger to jump into traffic BUT THERES NOBODY DRIVING AROUND ANYMORE

#game grumps #arin hanson #arin game grumps

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marythegizka · 2 months

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Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

Was tagged by @illusivesoul

Thank you! 😊

Tagging (if you feel like it, of course): @mxanigel, @lady-carys, @wolfmilk-and-polenta

Answers under the cut! (Quite a bit of rambling there, I'm afraid...)

I have been a fan since:

Favourite game of the series?:

MShep or FShep?:

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:

Biotics or Tech:

Paragon or Renegade:

Favourite Class:

Favourite Companion:

Least favourite Companion:

My squad selection:

Favourite In-game romance:

Other pairings I like:

Favourite NPC:

Favourite Antagonist:

Favourite Mission:

Favourite Loyalty Mission:

Favourite DLC:

Control, Synthesis or Destroy:

Favourite Weapon:

Favourite Place:

A quote I like:

I have been a fan since: 2021. I had been meaning to try the first game since 2017. I played for one evening, then life happened and I forgot about it. Fast forward to the 2021, when having less work and no longer having a commute made me go 'well, why not use this time to mitigate my existential dread and deaden my emotions with... oh. Okay. Nevermind that'. And then I sank... I don't know, a little under 200 hours into it? Yeah.

Favourite game of the series?: ME2. I think I like the stakes and storytelling of ME3 better (also, I think it was the first game to ever make me cry? Several times?), but ME2 is very character-focused and I just live for that.

MShep or FShep?: Well, I usually play as female characters (the one recent exception I can think of being a M!Cousland because that was the only way marry Anora. I have no regrets.) so I'm not really in a position to compare.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Earthborn on my Paragon playthrough, colonist on the Renegon one. (I also started a spacer one but did not finish it).

Biotics or Tech: Both, but for different reasons. I like the visuals of biotics (yes, I really am that shallow), and having an enemy NPC floating helplessly in the air while you take aim is really, really convenient. That said, the 'overload' ability is extremely helpful, and I really like Tali's little drone, so tech is pretty cool too. I just usually make sure I have both in the squad (except for specific missions like the moon base in ME1).

Paragon or Renegade: Hmm, so... I'm going to say Renegon, because Renegade is very entertaining at times, and absolutely awful at other times (particularly in ME3). But my first Shepard was a bleeding heart Paragon. She was just so nice.

Favourite Class: Anything that lets me experience the story without dying too many times (and I play on casual so that's really all of them). That said, I find myself rather partial to the Vanguard's charge ability. It's not necessarily the *most* useful, but it's just too satisfying not to use.

Favourite Companion: Hmm. Well, I love EDI's dry humour and the fact that she becomes more human over time, so I'll just go with EDI...But honestly, it is a tough choice, especially when old grump Javik is right there, and Tali melts my heart, and Liara's arc is so good, and Wrex is too funny but also pretty tragic, and... see what I mean?

Least favourite Companion: Jacob. The thing with Jacob is, I don't even dislike him, I just think his writing is... how do I put it? Not bad, per se, but it doesn't quite pull me me in. He's pretty much the only companion who remained 'a coworker' on all my playthroughs. Other were either 'best pals' (Tali, Garrus, Wrex), great romances (Liara, Garrus, Thane), or downright antagonistic at times but in a way that felt natural and brought something to the story (Miranda and Jack come to mind).

My squad selection: I don't have a fixed one.

Favourite In-game romance: Garrus

Other pairings I like: Miranda/Jack, Javik/Liara, Tali/Garrus, Nyreen/Aria

Favourite NPC: Matriarch Aethyta

Favourite Antagonist: Saren

Favourite Mission: Virmire

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Tali/'Treason'

Favourite DLC: I haven't played them all (I haven't bought the Legendary Edition so they were separate purchases. This means I have never recruited Kasumi or played Lair of the Shadow Broker, any knowledge I have of them comes from the fandom + a couple of videos), but I really enjoyed the Omega DLC.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Oh man... I mean... I feel like Control comes with fewer moral downsides in the short term? Organics remain organics, so no consent issues there, and the Geth and EDI get to survive... the only real downside is that Shepard is gone. But in the long term? Who's to say they're not the new big bad? It's the one I went with on my 'Renegade' playthrough and her monologue was pretty chilling. Also, there's a degree of sadness in her being 'still there but gone'. What does the grieving process look like for Liara (or whoever else was romanced)? For Shepard themself? Isn't it lonely up there? I don't know, there are just so many questions. That said I went with 'Destroy' (and high EMS) on my first run because I looked up a wiki as I played and I wanted Shepard to survive. Let her and Garrus adopt baby Krogans.

Favourite Weapon: Ermm. I'm not good with names (or details in general for that matter 😂) but that big Prothean rifle you find in ME2? Yeah. That one.

Favourite Place: Ilium. Again, I am shallow. Though I initially mistyped that as Ilos (again, I am bad with names) and you know what? I love Ilos too, but more for the feels than its aesthetic. Also Liara's reactions. And the music when you get to Vigil.

A quote I like: "You did good, child. You did good. I'm proud of you." Man, the delivery got me right in the feels.

#tag game #mass effect

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devouringyourson · 8 months

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I get so many people missed out on 12 to get his whole thing you had to be deeply invested in the show and what they were trying to do with the sudden personality change from 11 to this old grump grandpa dude it took some deep character analysis and suffering through series 7b and Clara and like I GET IT. I think it's also depends on your personal moffat tolerance. I adore RTD and his sweeping romances and talent for writing ordinary people doing extraordinary things. 10 is such a romantic, swaggering spectacle and he was and always will be my childhood doctor it makes sense why so many loved him. But occasionally when moffat isn't being a misogynist insufferable twat he can pull off deeply complicated human emotion his is undeniably very good at coming up with original concepts like the library, jack harkness, listen and heaven sent. He really uses the concept of time and imagines exactly what deeply human horror sci-fi elements could inflict. All depends on what you want from your time travel show I get why some people didn't want angst and existential crisis lmao

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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Incoming prompt idea!

Peter 1 being in an aggravated mood for no reason! Peter 2 and 3 come in and decide to cheer Peter 1 up! But...they brought some back up! Harry(raimi)!

Lee!Peter1 Ler!peter2 ler!peter3 and ler!harry

Grump Bucket

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww! This idea was so cute ❤️ I love the idea of the older two Peters working together with Harry to get Peter 1 in a better mood! They're all such goofy tickle monsters ❤️ I hope you enjoy this Anon! Have a great day or night :))

The youngest Peter curled under his blanket. He had woken up in a bad mood and was determined to make sure everyone around him realized it. He had grumbled when Two wished him good morning, pouted when Peter 3 suggested a fun activity, and stomped off as soon as one of his brothers wanted to cuddle. All the youngest wanted to do was sulk for no other reason then he could.

While One brooded under his blanket, he heard a knock at the door which he refused to answer. When the knock went unanswered, another louder knock came followed by an even louder knock.

The youngest Peter whined. "Go away."

"Well someone's in a grouchy mood."

Peter 1 turned to see a tall figure standing in the doorway.

Harry waved. "Hiya."

Of course, One turned back around and returned to his blanket.

"How long has he been like this?" One heard Harry asked.

"All day, but he won't tell us what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong Two."

Another figure moved into room. "Then why are you sulking Pete?"

"Not sulking."

"Could of fooled me," Harry muttered.

Peter 1 lifted one hand out if the blanket and lifted his middle finger.

"Woow." Three exclaimed as he plopped beside his baby brother. "You really are in a grouchy mood."

"Not grouchy!" The youngest turned so he could glare at the taller Spiderman. "Why are you here?"

"Can we save the existential questions until after the weekend?" Two added as sat on the other side of One's bed.

The youngest's immediately returned to his hiding spot with a huff.

A third figure settled near his feet. "This is a stubborn mood."

"Not a mood mom!"

Meanwhile, Harry rolled his eyes at the snarky comment. "What do you do when he's like this?"

The older two Peters shared a smirk before turning back to Harry.

Harry grinned. "I like the sound of this."

"There's only one thing you can do when you've got a case like this." The tallest Spiderman moved back along with Peter 2. "Dr. Harry, the blanket."

Before Peter 1 could process that statement, Harry grabbed his cover and yanked it away in one fell swoop.

Peter 1 glared up at the older three. "Hey!"

Suddenly, Peter 3 jumped on top of Peter 1. The youngest Peter squirmed as Three pinned him into place.

"No fair! You guys are being buttheads!" The youngest whined as Two moved to sit by his legs and Harry sat by his feet.

"We're being the buttheads?" Harry teased. "You've been nothing but nasty since we got here beanie boo."

Peter 2's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "He does look lihike a beanie boo!"

"No I don't!" One argued.

Three smirked. "Ihi think he lohooks more like Grumpy Behear from the cahare bears."

"Just much smaller and more adorable!" Harry added.

The youngest growled. "I'm not Grumpy!"

"Alright Grumpy Boo, enough chit chat." The tallest Spiderman crossed his arms as he looked down at the youngest. "Yohove been a grump bucket all day and it's starting to get old."

"Like you?" One snapped.

"We age like fine wine Grumpy butt," Harry teased. "Unlike whatever trends have the young people's eye nowadays."

"I'm gonna put a foot in your eye if you don't quit it!"

"Might want to speed up whatever you've got planned Three," Two whispered. "He's moving from mildly annoyed to outright furious pretty quickly."

"Sorry for the delay in build up. Now onto the main event." The tallest Spiderman ignored the youngest's eye roll and instead held his hands open as if he were reading from a manual. "As stated in the big brother and honorary big brother handbook, if the younger brother shows any Grump Bucket symptoms, such as but not limited too odd mood swings, snappy behavior, etc, it is the job of the big brother and honorary big brother---that's us---to chase away the grump."

Peter 2 grinned. "Oh! That procedure!"

"Not this game!" The youngest pouted.

Harry leaned closer to Two to whisper. "What's chasing away the grump?"

"Three is looking for wherever Grumpy pants here is hiding all his attitude and is going to try to 'remove' it. However, if it 'gets away,' we have to help 'catch' it."

"How do you catch it?"

The oldest Peter held up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

Harry grinned. "Ohhh, that's how!"

"It's a standard procedure that we've done several times on ole Grumpy McGrumpster before." Three settled himself into place. "You'll catch on quick."

"Nooo! Don't chase awahay the grump!" The youngest Peter whined.

Three pointed his finger at Peter 1. "Ah! There was one giggle. We must be close!"

Peter 1 smirked. "Good luck getting anymore!"

Three's same finger wiggled under One's chin. "Hmm, this one seems to be buried pretty deep."

As Three wiggled his finger, Peter 1 tried any alternative necessary to hide his smiles and giggles. He refused to give in so easily.

"Thihis is a stubborn one fohor sure. Your poor giggles are trapped by all the grumps!"

"Sh-shut uhup!"

Peter 2 leaned closer. "Almost there! I heard one of them get out."

Peter 3 moved his fingers down to One's neck. "Let's explore our options."

This elicited a squeak as One turtled into his shoulders. The corners of his mouth betraying the smile hiding just below the surface.

"Ihive almost got it." One of Three's fingers poked the youngest's cheek while another poked his tummy. "Ihif these are anything to go off ohof."

Another squeak slipped out as One tried even harder to hide any smiles or giggles. He finally broke when two fingers started wiggling behind each ear.

A grin appeared on his face and a stream of giggles started to pour out.

"Awww, that mean Mistewr Gwump was hiding behind youwr eaws," Three cooed.

One opened his mouth to retaliate but then Peter 3 jumped to his ribs. "Oh no! He's gettihing away!"

As One squeaked and giggled adorably, Three kept jumping to random tickle spots in order to "catch" the grump.

"Look out you two!" He called to Two and Harry. "The grump is headed your way."

"I see it!" The oldest Peter replied as he squeezed one of One's knees. "Help me catch it Harry!"

As Two worked on that knee, Harry snagged his opposite foot and began to scurry his fingers across there. "Ihi see it! My oho my he ihis a slippery fellow!"

By this point, Peter 1 was a red faced cackling mess who certainly did not look like a Grump any more. "NAHAHA! JEHERKS!"

"Jerks? Theheyre miracle wohorkers Pete," the tallest Spiderman retorted.

The youngest Peter melted a little. "NOHO! THEHEHRE MEANIHIES!"

The middle Peter grinned. The grump was almost gone.

Three turned to look over his shoulder at the other two. "How's it coming doctors?"

"Watch out Three! Thehere's some headed your way!" Two exclaimed.

The middle brother dug into One's sides. "I see it!"

Then Peter 1 snorted.

"Wohow, that muhust of helped gehet ohout a lot ohof gruhump," Three teased.

That was when One fully melted into the tickles and laughed freely. The biggest happy grin appeared on his face and his eyes shined brightly.

Peter 3 paused his tickles. "Look ahat that, I think we officially chased ahaway the grump."

Shortly after Peter 3 stopped, Peter 2 and Harry slowed their tickles too.

"Thahat was faster thehen I thought it was going toho be," the oldest Peter teased as he moved back to his original position beside Peter 1.

"Yohou gohot hihim," One replied.

"Doho you concur doctors?" Peter 3 asked both Two and Harry.

The oldest Peter nodded. "Ihi concuhur. Do you concur doctors?"

Both older Peters turned to Harry.

"Oh! I concur too." Harry exclaimed. "Do---do yohou concur doctors?"

"We concur."

Peter 1 was giggling at the interaction. "Thehen cahan I behe done?"

The tallest Peter leaned forward. "Not until we finish the operation."

"Wha-EEE!"

The youngest kicked and squealed as Peter 3 blew a raspberry into his neck followed by Peter 2 then Harry. Once they were done, Peter 3 climbed off the youngest so he could curl into a giggly ball.

Harry gently squeezed his calf. "How are you feeling now Pete?"

"Ihim better." The youngest glanced away from the older three. "Ihim sorry I was suhuch a jerk."

The eldest Peter squeezed his bicep. "It's okay Pete. We just want to know what's going on."

One's shoulders shrugged. "Nothing reheally. I just woke uhup in a bad mood and I . . . took it ohout on you three----I---I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence from the group. The next instant, Peter 1 was wrapped in a giant group hug. He curled as close as he could into the warm hug.

"We all have days like that Bug." The oldest Peter kissed the youngest's temple. "Just remember we're here for you."

"Ihi know. And I lohove you guys for that."

Peter 3 nuzzled into One's cheek. "We love you Grumpy Gus!"

The youngest Peter giggled adorably at the ticklish affection.

"Hey, yohou know what grumpy dahays call for?" Two asked.

"Movies?" Harry asked.

The oldest nodded. "Movies."

Peter 3 cheered and scooped Peter 1 over his shoulder. "Let's go!"

Peter 1 squeaked. "Hehey!"

"Hey! Ihi want a turn!" Two teased.

The middle Peter tightened his hold around Peter 1. "Nuh-uh! It's myhy tuhurn!"

Suddenly, Harry yanked One out Three's arms before bolting out of the room. "Later losers!"

Two followed after Peter 3. "Hey! Get back here!"

"Yeheah! We want toho hohold him!" Three exclaimed while he was hot on Two's heels.

While they played, the small group left Peter 1's sour mood far behind.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ler harry osborn #ticklefic

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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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What About Me? Ch. 3

FINALLY HERE SORRY I TOOK TWO DAYS HAHHHH

PAIRING: Jax x Reader (Romantic) / Gangle x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Name-calling, slight existential dread

CONTENT: You stand up to Jax on behalf of Gangle.

“RABBIT!” came your bellow of anger, stomping up the hallway. Your sights were set on the periwinkle bunny boy, fingers curled into fists. He turned, arms crossed. From even here, you could see the smug grin. He held Gangle’s mask in one hand.

“Oh? What’s wrong, sweetie?” he mocked a motherly concern, “someone hurt your crybaby friend’s feelings?” You snarl, eyes full of fiery fury, “Give it back, you tool!” you snap. You were momentarily surprised this word was allowed, but it wore off quickly.

You stormed right up to him, jamming a finger in his chest, “You had better give me that mask, you spiteful, conniving, sorry excuse of a man!” you snap. He’s stunned for a moment, unable to say anything, then glares at you, “Who do you think you’re talking to like that?!”

“I would have thought it was obvious, but I guess I overestimated your intelligence!” you sneer, hands on your hips. Jax snarles, “Take it!” and tosses it over your head. You leaped backward, trying to catch it, and somehow you managed to. You’re impressed with yourself, and it boosts your confidence greatly.

“That’s the best throw you’ve got?” you chuckle, “yeah, you were the last picked in high school PE.” You omit the fact that you, as well, were picked last due to your clumsy nature. You spin around, wiggling your fingers like a hoity-toity rich lady, “Ta-ta~” your tone is mocking. You giggle up the hallway, slipping into your room, “Gangle, I got it,”

She looks up, delightfully surprised, “You did? How?” she takes the mask, slipping it over her tragedy mask, a smile finally gracing her face. You shrug casually, but can't stop smiling. “Eh, just what he least expected. I had a comeback.”

She snorts, “I kind of regret not following you… It would be funny…” You flap your hands, stimming slightly, “Oh, no need. He looked like this,” you give an exaggerated expression of surprise. This makes Gangle snicker harder, “I really regret missing it now!”

You enjoy a good laugh together before she turns to the desk, “Hehe… here, I have a rough sketch…” she wiped away a tear from laughing too hard, “What do you think?” She held up the sketch; Naruto in his sage form, the lines smooth and expertly lain.

“That's amazing… I was gone for less than two minutes how did you do that?” She squeaked, embarrassed, and pulled the paper close to her chest. “I used to draw caricatures, I guess I never lost the speed, even in this style.

“Well it's impressive, that's for sure,” you hop into your bed, stretching out, humming to yourself. Gangle glances at you, grinning, “thank you!” You roll onto your side, propping your head up with your hand, “What’s Jax’s problem anyway?” you ask suddenly.

Gangle shrugs, pulling out the liners, “He just sort of showed up like that. I don’t think he’s got a problem, I think he’s just mean naturally.” You sigh, rolling your eyes, “Of course, in a weird world where you can’t escape there's gotta be a bully,” you grump sarcastically, “because what else would you have?” Gangle shrugs, “I don’t know if there is a rhyme or reason to who gets brought here. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern.” You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling, the existentialism of this place far beyond your reasoning. This place was nothing like you’ve ever thought, and yet you were experiencing it. “...Weird.”

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quillyfied · 1 year

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I started watching Game Grumps sometime in 2020 or 2021. They had the vibe I needed at the time: two friends, sometimes more, playing games and creating a fun and friendly atmosphere to stave off the anxiety and loneliness and body- and spirit-crushing fear of the time. (I mean, started watching Shane and Ryan around the same time, but this ain’t about them, I’ll gush later about another pair of friends making me feel safe and less alone during an existentially terrifying time.) I liked too that they were explicitly having fun during mentioned (under code name, of course, bc what is YouTube even) Covid times, bc that especially soothed my anxiety to have it mentioned and acknowledged but shown it didn’t stop every possible mode of human connection, so around 2021 I started a playlist for the games they played that helped me feel most connected—mostly the game shows (Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, Life, Monopoly) and some competitive play (Mario Party, bc that’s what my siblings and I played growing up and still do now when we’re together) and virtual board games (chess and the game pack on Switch) and stuff that’s weird but brought me joy (Observation Duty, GeoGuesser, FNaF for no particular reason, list rankings). I went back to before I started listening to make sure I had all of the Covid era videos I wanted to self-soothe and play as many times as needed.

It is now late 2022. The playlist is 168 videos. The Covid 19 pandemic isn’t over, but it’s feeling managed enough to lessen the crushing anxiety (plus some life changes that have me breathing a little easier as well). The length of the playlist is pretty unwieldy. Unsure when I should stop the playlist, or if I should make another one picking up from a tentative post-pandemic anxiety time, or what to do about this specific curated bundle of content, actually. I like it and it’s fine but dang.

#i like proxy friendship and proxy emotional connections alright #makes me feel better about how the majority of people I’d call up for game night are scattered thither and yon

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pearlstarlight5 · 5 days

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Back when I was writing Sonic OCs, I tried shipping Psya with Shadow, but never committed to 2 reasons: 1, inhibition by cringe culture instilled at an impressionable age, and 2, not really being sure how to write it.

Because Shadow is a difficult character to write. He's a unique kind of morally ambiguous and a unique kind of emotional. How do you do that justice?

Well, Psya x Shadow still isn't going to happen in my fanon, (especially since as I consider rebooting those OCs again, I probably won't bring back their Sonic counterparts. Or I might for Psya at least, who knows?) but I've figured out how I would write Shadow for a romance, and maybe I'll write my own Shadow x reader fics from my ideas.

Okay prelude aside, here's what I have in mind:

-So realistically, if Shadow fell in love, he'd avoid it, because he knows he would lose them, and he knows he couldn't handle the pain of losing someone again.

-But say he went for it anyway, what he would be like. Well, for one thing his love language for certain is acts of service.

-He has his guard up at first, but as he gets closer to you, he'll start to talk about deep existential thoughts with you.

-Of course, it's still Shadow so he's still a grump, but with you he's a gentle grump.

-He wouldn't be romantic, but he would be deeply passionate. He doesn't know what to do with that he loves you, yet he loves you more than he is able to express.

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thenonconformistcurmudgeon · 4 months

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Ramblings

It has been seven and a half years since I started the blog. What have I accomplished? Have I grown as a person in that time, grown as a writer? Not much is my answer. I see in my first post, I was searching for a hobby, still not found. I did save my small and ever dwindling readership from viewing my story on the Eunuch Social Club so count yourself lucky. Otherwise, have not edited much from the rantings and ramblings. I am proud that it didn’t turn out to be a chicken soup for the soul type of stories, full of inspiration and motivation. Not exactly my style.

My philosophical tome on alienation, loneliness, and existential angst has yet to be written. Likely to remain so, as not as deep of a thinker or as good a writer as I wish to be. No Paddy Chayefsky. Certainly, as I age, turn to nostalgia for culture during my own and historical prior lifetimes. Memory is far from photographic, as we reinterpret and attach emotions to the memory from the person who we have become and less so from who we were when events took place. Memories and the self are malleable, thank goodness.

The pandemic and aging have created a life moving in slow motion. Sometimes it is splendid, other times bored to no end. I’m not sure what I am looking for at this moment in time so perhaps won’t know if I find it. For me, humanity exists in a purposeless chaotic universe. Life as absurd. Although it is very hard to stay in a place of internal absurdity and calmness when fighting over the phone with the doctor’s office or health insurer about the errors on the bill.

Like this post, the end has yet to be written. There are no particular dreams or desires for my upcoming years. I have enjoyed travel in the past but there is no particular place I wish to go. Time travel is another matter. Dualities exist everywhere. It can seem like such a waste of time to go to the toilet but then again, there is nothing like a good …..

“To thine own self be true” came from a speech from a Shakespearean character, Polonius. Polonius apparently was a character seen as disreputable, a bore, pompous, and a hypocritical empty vessel. The other characters on the stage are not listening to him and in fact are mocking him behind his back. Hundreds of years later, it is oft quoted. Especially in context, but also out of context, genius.

I guess I do have one goal. To approach thought, people, history, in an offbeat way. The title of the blog, the non-conformist curmudgeon retains meaning for me. Although I talk big about the absurdity of life, a part of me aspires to have a legacy of uniqueness. I wish to stick out in some way and being an automaton is a very frightening outcome. The Kinks song, “I’m not like everybody else” has always been a favorite as being like every one else is a repulsive thought. Some degree of eccentricity preferred. Some synonyms for curmudgeon are bellyacher, complainer, growler, grump, and sourpuss. Also, a legacy I aspire to. No one has referred to me as “downright neighborly” and I hope it stays that way. Toxic Positivity not my bailiwick. I suppose my aspirations are internal. I’m good with that?

#Ramblings

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