#me swatting the hornets nest

[cupcraft]

It's also important that you can't really analyze the cbench dynamic without highlighting when cbeeduo distanced themselves from ctommy in the story. Like this isn't crit, this is me saying it is a really important part of their dynamic leading up to the part in prison break where ctommy tells cdream he's not alone (paraphrased).

#cup.dsmp #cup.benchtrio #i hope this makes sense #i feel like im swatting a nest of hornets i do not hate cbench o cbeeduo i think this should be obvious #this distance is also important in ho16 btw...believe me

[dogshit-enchantment]

I can't stop thinking about a handful of comments I saw the other day about how Edelgard Von Fire Emblem apparently "committed genocide" and I just... no she fucking did not.

Genocide is the act of destroying an entire group of people, which is what happened to people of Duscur, but that was not her doing it was her Uncle's. Edelgard had little to no involvement in the tragedy of Duscur. (Also wasn't she like 10 when it happened??)

I've also seen people claiming she's a fascist which if we're going by the direct no-nuance definition of fascism ("a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition") some of it applies but most of it doesn't. She is not expressing dictatorship for the purpose of annihilating enemies, if anything she actively offers "join or die" which, since Fire Emblem is a video game requiring boss fights, the Lords refuse. She also claims at several points to be aiming to change the system and effectively turn it into a meritocracy and a republic, rather than a true dictatorship. That's exclusively antithetical to what fascism stands for. Her whole thing is that Crests cause suffering and so she wants a world that does not need them! (Which I don't think at any point she's like "I'm gonna kill everyone with a crest!" She just wants it to no longer be something that is required to survive/advance in life)

Is Edelgard a dictator? Yeah. No doubt no question. Is Edelgard a murderer? Depends on how you classify the war death count, but yeah as the Flame Emperor definitely. Being a murderer and enacting militant combat aren't the same thing though. Also killing someone who is a part of the war effort using magic isn't considered a war crime by their war standards. (People often use war crime as a way to be like 'they killed someone during the war!' But like, that's not what that means. War Code Of Conduct is like world specific law to determine what is legally allowed and fair for war efforts. You can't have a war crime without war law.)

I don't care if people hate her or call her what she is, but I'm getting really tired of people attaching new crimes and new labels to her that aren't true. Her plotline is closer in line to someone hitting every billionaire with a car than it is a parallel to hitler or whatever. And also Fire Emblem is a video game so the conflict and lack of communication has to be there so we can actually deploy units and have boss fights like let's be real here. You don't wanna sit through a 100+ hour game of calm diplomatic meetings.

Anyway that's my thoughts on Edelgard if you disagree then uhh explode. I don't care. This is my blog and my thoughts and I am not listening to criticism.

#is this me swatting at the hornets nest? perhaps #rambling

[skyguyed]

I'm not an unreasonable woman. There are ships I hate but let live. Par example:

Kalluzeb

Sabezra

Kylux

Finnrose

Damerey

HOWEVER. ships I will shoot on sight:

Reylo

Obikin

Maulsoka

Anisoka

#wow this was sitting in my drafts #alexa post tweet i guess #(me; swatting the hornets nest and running) #for the record i DO have ships i like i promise

[artandhijinks]

My experience with the worst most toxic parts of the IWTV fandom

Okay, there are going to be details here that are changed or admitted for obvious mostly safety reasons. And I personally don't care if you think I'm lying, but it was still a scary experience and I do think there are people in the fandom that need to be aware this crap goes on all over fictional characters. So warning they're going to be mentions of threats a violence, doxing, harassment, the works, It was bad.

Okay a few months ago. I kicked the hornets nest when it comes to the worst part of the interview with the vampire fandom. I had engaged in some fan discourse. Made a couple of posts. A lot of it had to do with defending the added diversity with the casting of Assad and Jacob. Theorizing about possible characters in the future that can be race swapped how it could be a good thing and how it could be historically possible. You get the idea. I love what the show is done with all the race swapping it has added so much to the story.

And then all the sudden I woke up to my inbox being full of over 100 anonymous ask that ranged from the average calling me evil racist. I didn't know the books. How dare I it was ruining the story. I should kill myself. The usual online internet harassment. It was horrible. And they kept on coming and would not stop until I shut off anonymous ask. And they will remain off because of this but again I had well over 100 messages to go through. And it took me well over a week to go through them but when I got to like the last I think 10 one of them stuck out. Not because it was particularly bad because apparently I pissed off the Armand people who don't realize how creepy it is and kind of comes off as pro pedophilia when all of you insist that he has to be 17 much less the racist issues. There's a reason it took me over a week to go through all the messages they made my skin crawl. But this particular message scared the crap out of me it was a death threat with my home address. Someone cared so much about a fictional character. They tracked down my address and threaten to kill me. So guess who immediately started screenshotting the rest of the messages. And had to make a police report. Do you know what it's like having to explain to cops? Yes, I got a death threat with my address over a fictional gay vampire. No, getting death threats over Tumblr is not new to me unfortunately, but my address was new and that I want documented. So being harassed by a couple racist book purists turned into a police report and me buying security cameras. Thank you Tumblr. I nearly deleted the app.

I don't even know if I want to finish the Vampire Chronicles books now because of you idiots you took it way too far. And the worst part is I'm white. I can only imagine what you idiots are doing to the fans of color. Again someone tracked down my address to threaten to kill me. But again it's documented. I filed a police report and if any of you idiots try something I got cameras now.

And for all those who are going to be demanding proof well I thought about sharing a redacted screenshot or maybe a redacted version of the police report. But I decided I would ask the cops what they thought just to be safe. I'm glad I did because they advised me not to do that and they explained to me there is technology out there that if someone really wanted to they can remove that redacting. And I already have one crazy person that knows my address and is threatening to kill me so I don't want another one. So everyone is just going to have to take my word for it. However the cops were all for me sharing my story because of the rise of things like swatting. A in a nearby police department had to deal with a middle schooler (so a 11 to 13-year-old) who made a bomb threat at their school because they didn't want to take a test. So, they think this would be good for people to hear because what you do on the internet does have real life consequences.

So remember people the internet is real life. These things have real life consequences. And I'm pretty sure these people thought it was a joke. But now I have to worry about things like someone breaking into my house killing me or swatting. Which is something I didn't even think of until the cops brought it up. And it does affect my real life. I'm looking to move and hopefully we'll be out of my house soon. So, thank you, Internet stranger

So to sum it all up. The fandom needs to take a bunch of chill pills and calm down. Because we are literally harassing, bullying and threatening people out of the fandom. Again, I thought about leaving Tumblr due to this experience and now I'm having to move. Thank you. Interview with the vampire fandom please do better.

#fandom drama #fandom culture #iwtv #fandom discourse #online harassment #tw harassment #tw threats #tw sui implied #tumblr culture #wtf is wrong with people #my story

[simiansmoke]

Bees and Birds - 🐝🦜 [DK x Mario]

followed up from the fic Slow Burn, and the following 'follow up post' that bridges Slow Burn and Bees and Birds together.

There was some hesitance in their meeting. It's more than likely because of how awkward things became after DK basically trashed a bar mid drunken-make out. The bartender was a friend of a cousin of his, so he'd committed to helping them recover anything lost from his and Mario's rampage inside their establishment.

If it was up to DK, he would have opted out of ever seeing the plumber again inside the Jungle Kingdom, but Cranky needed some assistance with a pest problem. And for some reason, his Dad didn't want him going alone to eradicate it this time. Something about killer hornet stings being extra lethal to Kongs or whatever. He didn't get that part.

As he padded alongside Mario through the jungle, the silence between them stung worse than any hornet. Awkwardness at its finest.

"So..." Mario began, rubbing the back of his neck as if to mop up a line of sweat brought on by the humidity.

"...so." His voice was blunt, matter of fact, and not amused by the opening line that he refused to entertain himself.

It was a few extra miles down the trail of agonizing silence, shifting eyes and tight throats that DK almost welcomed the buzz from the hornet nest halfway up the banana tree.

"Dunno why Dad asked you to come along. A little old bee's nest is nothing for me." He grinned, happy to leave the stagnant conversation in favor of clambering up the side of the banana palm.

"DK - wait! Cranky said that..." But whatever Cranky had said to Mario, apparently he didn't get a chance to tell DK because the adamant Kong was set on knocking that nest into space with the speed he was at while racing up the trunk.

Once near the top of the fronds, DK paused to glance down at the plumber who'd set a helpless glance upon him. Yeah, stay that way - he thought, reaching up to give the nest a punch. It sailed away, sentenced to break into a few thousand honey-soaked pieces when the largest hornet he'd seen hovered up to his nose with an angry buzz.

"DK!" Mario had started his climb now, closing the distance between them quickly as the hornet buzzed around the Kong's head, readying its stinger.

"Bring it, Dagger-Butt!" DK growled, fully prepared to swat the bug away when Mario grabbed his foot and slammed him to the ground. A few dizzying moments later, he looked up to see the plumber sliding own the palm's trunk like a firefighter down a pole, sans the bee.

"What...?"

Once at the bottom with sand under his feet, Mario shot the prince a vicious gaze. "I dunno if your dad failed to mention this but ... you and practically every Kong on the island are allergic to those bees."

If he believed him, DK didn't show it. "Sure, and Koopas can fly-"

"...DK, plenty of them can."

"Shut up! I didn't mean THEM." His breathing rate had surged with the rage in his reply, but it was mostly for show...for who, he wasn't sure yet. It was important enough to him to keep his chest high. "Anyway, why not just tell me that to start with?" Well, what Dad should have told him, anyway.

"Would you have believed me?"

"Hell n-"

It's the sideways lean of the plumber forcing his shoulder into the trunk, arms crossed and brow raised in his direction that causes DK to relent with a huff. "OK, I see your point." And thanks to Mario, he didn't get the bee's...point that is.

Mario's eyes drifted around the canopy for a moment as if taking in the density of the patch of jungle they'd ended up in. It's the sort of seclusion he didn't see much of in a busy city. "So, you ready to talk about..." He paused, gaze shifting to assess his company's energy - which was nothing short of its usual chaos, maybe with a bit more stiffness mixed in. "...the other night-"

It takes DK a solid second or two to deeply inhale the honey-laced air to silence the instinct in him to insult Mario and run off as a long time solution to this sticky situation he'd caused. Instead, he turns around to face Mario-well...look down at him anyway. To steady himself he placed a giant palm against the tree trunk, directing it directly above Mario's hat. "What about it?" Try as he might, he couldn't completely chase the challenge out of his tone; it was his only defense.

In the shadow of DK's arm, Mario peeked around the fur up at the Kong. "Well, you left in sucha hurry, I was just wondering if everything was...all right with you?"

Leave it to Mario to tip toe around the elephant in the room. No, not even a room...a whole jar, and the plumber would still ignore it crammed in there like it was an ant in a whole ass jungle.

"Oh, is that all? For a second there, I thought you were gonna tell me what a freak you feel like for enjoying all of that." Yeah, that sounded about right...to him anyway. Wondering how far he'd missed the mark, DK leaned over to get a glimpse of Mario's expression hidden under his forearm's shade. Apparently not shady enough since the plumber's face looked like it had caught a case of instantaneous sunburn.

"Uh...Mario?"

When he noticed DK peeking in at him curiously, then having the nerve to smirk at his predicament, Mario attempted to cover a portion of his face with a gloved hand. Just cooling it down with his palm...which may have worked if his hands weren't hot and sweaty inside their prison too. "Mio dio! You don't have to put it like that."

Feeling like he now had the upper-hand in the shame train, DK kept the smirk on his face as he played a little game of leaning to either side of his arm that Mario tried to shift towards and hide. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind telling me..." Scooting his palm down to beside Mario's ear when he grew bored of the chase, DK leaned in enough to disturb the other's hair with his great breaths surging out. "...where should I put it?"

There was hardly a solution or quip Mario could give him, and the proximity of that stupid, smug, sore winner's face that DK was giving him drilled the fact in even more. He could punch him, but that seemed to him to be giving DK what he wanted...which was also a loss in the grand scheme of gaining the high ground. Besides, the urge to clock him in the jaw was accompanied with something else - little sparks that had caused that massive explosion back at the bar. They're tickling his stomach and maybe it's the humidity, but the combination makes his bones feel like lukewarm butter.

"Where should I put it~?" DK asked again, a little more smug with every moment of silence that stretched between them.

Closing the distance with a glove once he'd moved it off his face, the plumber placed the palm of his hand flat against the confused Kong's cheek. "Ok, ok..." His hand slid down to grasp DK's jaw and guide the infuriating idiot's face to the heat in his while his free hand grasped the end of a red tie for an idle play thing. Hovering close to the other's lips, Mario adds "-put it here, pal."

There was little time for him to sputter as the heat in Mario's face infected his at such a close proximity. Well...if that's where he was supposed to 'put it', then he would put it there. Bracing his enormous weight against his palm beside Mario's head, he crashed the molten surfaces of their faces together and rocked their lips into a rough battle.

The jungle was quiet with an occasional murmur of wind through the canopy fronds, so the heartbeat in their ears set the pace to where neither knew if the sound they heard was of their body, or the other's.

DK was definitely the lead though - the player 1 that decided when little breaks of shaky air inhalation were necessary, and even then they were accompanied with teeth clacking in an attempt to keep some sort of connection until they'd refilled their lungs.

Mario had almost wrapped the whole tie around his fist by the time DK reached around with his free hand to scoop up under the seat of Mario's pants and lift him up closer so neither had to strain so much and so Mario had room to grab fur, dig a knee into DK's chest, and shudder once separated from the furious throes of their lips' battle.

Both stared at one another, sharing only pants and desperate bids for air. Both with faces stained with the same crimson contagion. From somewhere off in the trees, the call of a bird brought the world back into focus.

"...you good?" Mario inquired finally, a hint of a smile worming its way between them.

"I'm-...whatever you are right now." DK answered, a low laugh escaping him. "But better."

#//welp i did it - i wrote the follow up fic #//i dont think it holds up to the 1st but he y closure #pg-13 #donkey kong #donkario #donkey kong x mario

[punkrock-bottom]

Keep hating on Taylor. It only makes me more attracted to you.

I’m not even really a hater I’m just bored and enjoy swatting at hornets nests for fun

#asks #anon

[pepsiiwho]

Oh, you KNOW I was made for the hate wins ask game. Could I get uhhhhhhhhhhhh 1, 5, 6, 7 & 16, please? <3 I would ask you more, but I feel like that's excessive, and I need to get to work now. Okay, love u, bye, see you when I get home <333

sigh. Don't touch me.

I don't have a single fandom I'm known for or particularly attached to right now, so ill just jump around as i feel.

THE CHARACTER EVERYONE GETS WRONG

I am self appointed idiot who makes every character i get my grubby little hands on ooc. Because of this, I can't say for sure that any characterization I see of my faves is objectively WRONG because my own ideal version of them is surely not right. Now, having been an adult and saying all this I can say with the utmost confidence this award must go to Claude Von Riegan [FE3H] just by virtue of how he's probably one of the more popular characters i adore and as such gets the brunt of the bullshit.

I hate when people write him as this flirty, overly charming guy. Claude cannot flirt his way out of a clear bag and he is paranoid as shit. He isn't seducing your white prince and dragging him down to the dark (ha) side. He also doesn't strike me as someone who's deeply curious about other house's gossip because he actually cares. Claude stays in the know because not knowing is a blind-spot he can't allow himself to have. Screams. its whatever.

5. WORST DISCORD SERVER AND WHY

Worst discord I was ever in ... hard toss up between the ye-olden HQ discord servers or the one dmcl one I was in? Surprisingly, as far as I experienced it, both had very nice people in it on the whole. But the sad truth is too many cooks in the kitchen fucks up the simple soup-- which is to say, having so many other fans with different [WRONG] interpretations was annoying.

I can't deal with not having complete control or like, a general understanding with the people around me in fandom discussions so these servers were just, by their own nature, places I was never meant to be in. [Spits] What do you mean CLAUDE would wanna join the BL class. Go to hell.

6. WHICH SHIP FANS ARE THE MOST ANNOYING? WHY?

Short answer? sylvix. Long answer? Regardless of the fandom, the fans of the biggest most accepted ship [canon or otherwise] will always be the loudest and most annoying imo.

When you've never had to work for your food you get comfortable fast and complain more. Its a natural byproduct of being lucky enough to deeply enjoy the lowest common denominator. In most cases, regardless of fandom-- whatever reigns supreme brings the biggest headaches with it. But If this is still too general then... mmm.. people who ship objectively canon ships because their imaginations can be too small and they'll find rare-pairs odd, weird or even stupid to be into. Many a time I've had someone tell me "they've never even spoken tho.." as if that was a needed component of every ship. They're tiresome people with tiresome arguments. But it's whatever <- she is the most annoying bitch alive.

7. WHICH CHARACTER DID FANON RUIN FOR YOU?

This one is really interesting honestly. I'm usually pretty ambivalent about anyone that isn't in the blorbo pile or the poison pit.... but.... maybe Dedue or Ferdinand? Dedue because f3h fans racism and Ferdinand because he was always someone shipped with Hubert and little else. I think its sad, both ,men have so much going for them too. I'll put Tsukishima on this list as well because he was my number one and ruined by fandom. Actually no put like 90% of the HQ cast here actually hq Fandom sucks ass and ruins every cool guy. it's a bitch.

16. YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY SO MANY PEOPLE LIKE THIS THING

God. I'm such a hater.,... this could really go on forever... Okay, I swat at the hornets nest for this one. fics over 100k. 9 times out of ten, they're not good. Quantity/=/ Quality. Usually most of the word count is just used for shit you didn't even come to the story for. That's fine, I respect any writer who can even make that much of ANYTHING, but people who can read it (and more so ACTIVELY search for it) are odd to me.

I've been worrying on this for a few days and mellowed out since I started so nothing is tooo grating or bitchy here. Look guys I'm kind and sweet forever. Enjoy. Huzzah.

#the funnies #im #not tagging all this shit #lol

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 6: The Time Jerker

It was a beautiful morning in Swellview. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Henry was tucked up in bed snoozing. It was almost seven AM and in three minutes, he would have to get up and get ready for school, but it seemed like his services were needed elsewhere. 

The beeping and flashing of Henry's whiz watch made him awaken with a start, his blurry, sleep-filled eyes looking around his room as he sat up. He flicked open the watch and frowned as Ray's little hologram floated above his wrist.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" The man sang to his sidekick, who looked both confused and irritated by the early wake-up call.

"Ray, it's...6:57 in the morning." Henry groaned.

"So? You wake up at seven." His boss shrugged, thinking it was no big deal.

"I had three minutes left. You killed three minutes of my sleep joy." He whined as (y/n) came into the hologram.

"He's a teenager, he loves sleeping, doofus!" The young woman smiled, still dressed in her pyjamas.

"Well, you know we have a good reason." Ray rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"True, true. Henry, who's one of the worst people in Swellview?" (y/n) asked the boy, wrapping her arms around herself as she hopped from one foot to the other since the Man Cave's floor was bitterly cold on her bare feet.

"Ray," Henry grumbled, making the woman laugh as Ray frowned. He saw how cold she was, so he put an arm around her and pulled her to his warm chest. Her icy fingers slid around his waist as she let her personal heater warm her up.

"Henry, we're this close to catching the Time Jerker," Ray told his sidekick, ignoring how (y/n)'s chilly hands made his hair stand on end.

"No way! You guys figured out where he is?" Henry grinned, ecstatic that they were on the verge of capturing one of their biggest enemies.

"No! I just wanted to tell ya that I might need you later if we get a fix on the Time Jerker's location." The superhero explained, confusing Henry.

"So, you beeped me now to tell me you might beep me later?" The boy queried in an annoyed tone.

"Yes. And I also wanted to tell you about the full moon." Ray said, letting go of (y/n), who looked puzzled.

"What full moon?" She asked.

"This one!" Ray giggled as he tried to show his butt to Henry. Such a child.

"RAYMOND!" She yelled in terror as she ran away to her room. If she had an eyeful of that, her lovesick mind would never recover and she'd be plagued by filthy dreams for weeks to come. Henry closed his watch before he could see anything too, flopping back down on his bed to see if he could salvage one more minute of sleep.

"Henry." His mom came bursting into his room, shattering the morning's peace yet again.

"Yeah, Mom?" The kid groaned.

"Can you look out your window and see if that hornet's nest is back?" She asked.

"Why? Dad got rid of that hornet's nest last weekend." Henry pointed out, his eyes feeling very heavy.

"Well, what if they came back?" Mrs Hart quipped, not wanting to argue with her son about this. 

"I'm sure they're not gonna--" He sighed, but Mrs Hart was not budging.

"Go look out the window!" She told him sternly, closing the door on her way out. Flopping his head on his pillow, Henry got out of bed in a stroppy mood before climbing up to his window. He opened it and stuck his outside, looking up into the tree and to see that the hornets were certainly back and they were swarming at him. Letting out a terrified scream, he began to swat at the angry insects as they stung his face and hands.

"They're back, they're back! Oh my god, they're back!" He fell off the ledge onto his back as he fought the hornets. He even emptied his paper bin and put it over his head as he used a broken tennis racket to hit them. What a perfect start to a perfect day.

~

After getting the hornets out of his room(and getting stung more times than he'd like to count), Henry trudged downstairs for breakfast, but there was a cake on the counter that was highly suspicious. It had 'Taste Me!" written in blue cursive on it and it puzzled Henry greatly.

"A cake? Why's there a cake here?" Henry asked to no one in particular, his voice monotone from his foul mood. He did as the writing said and took a taste of the sweet icing. 

"Mmm, not bad." He shrugged, enjoying how the icing tingled his tastebuds. However, his slightly improved mood was soured when a hand came shooting through the cake, frightening Henry beyond belief. He backed away from the creepy hand and held a knife out in his defence as he screamed. His day was really not going very well.

"Hahahahahaha, got it! Hahahaha!" Piper laughed as Henry dropped the knife and groaned in anger. Of course, this was one of his sister's stupid pranks.

"You've been caked!" Piper giggled at her brother's pale face and laboured breathing.

"What is wrong with you? You know how bad that freaked me out?" He snapped at her, the previously delicious icing now tasting bitter on his tongue.

"Hey! Everything okay in here?" Mr Hart came running up to his children after he heard all the screaming.

"Yeah!"

"No!" Henry swiftly disagreed with Piper, his heart still beating rapidly.

"I caked him!" Piper told her father, who seemed to ignore his son's distressed face and enthusiastically asked his daughter all about her prank. They both laughed hard when she showed him her video of Henry screaming in fear.

"Dad! You laughing?" He asked, annoyed that his dad was laughing at his suffering.

"Yeah! She caked you!" Mr Hart said, thinking that because Piper hadn't done it maliciously, she didn't deserve a punishment. Henry pulled a face at his family as they watched the video again. His patience was going to be tested today.

~Swellview High~

Henry walked into school, his peers laughing and giggling at him as he did.

"Hey! Henry Hart, whenever I taste a really good cake, you know what I always say?" Mitch Bilksy, the school's biggest bully, came up to Henry.

"What, Mitch?" Henry sighed. Looks like everyone had seen the video then.

"Arghhhhhh! Argh! Ahhhhh!" Mitch copied Henry's reaction from this morning, making Henry smile bitterly as everyone around him laughed. Oh yeah, his terror was hilarious. 

"Hey, Henry, how goes it?" Charlotte walked past him as he stomped away from the crowd.

""Awful. It goes awful. " He hissed as he unlocked his locker.

"What's the matter?" The teen girl looked at her friend in concern.

"Well, first, Ray and (y/n) woke me up three minutes early and were all lovey-dovey and stuff on the hologram. And then, I was attacked by hornets. And then, Piper caked me and got it on video." Henry growled as he slid off his backpack.

"Yeah, I know." Charlotte giggled, much to Henry's annoyance.

"You watched it?" He asked in a betrayed voice.

"Just once...or thirty times, I'm not sure." She held up her hands, despite not being that innocent.

"Nice. Real nice." Henry rolled his eyes as Jasper walked past them, carrying a building model made from sticks. Obviously, he wanted them to ask him about it.

"Oh, hey? Will you take notes for me in class? I gotta go to my big interview." Charlotte asked him, nerves bubbling in her stomach.

"For what?" Henry asked in confusion. He hadn't heard about a big interview.

"The Language Information and Math Program," Charlotte said, turning a flyer around so he could see it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. L.I.M.P" Henry nodded, reading the letters down the sheet.

"It's not called L.I.M.P" Charlotte whined, hating that people called the prestigious program 'limp'.

"L, I, M, P. Limp." Henry spelt out in a slow voice.

"That's just an unfortunate acronym!" Charlotte snapped angrily as Jasper walked past them again, holding out his creation proudly. 

"What, Jasper?" Henry asked in an annoyed voice, knowing that his friend was trying to subtly grab their attention.

"Oh, hey guys, didn't see you there." Jasper lied, acting like he hadn't just been parading around the corridor in front of them.

"Yeah, you did." Henry deadpanned.

"And clearly, you want us to ask about whatever that is?" Charlotte added, seeing straight through the curly-haired boy's plan.

"No, I don't...I built it myself! It's a perfect scale model of the Nakatomi tower, made entirely out of toothpicks. It took me three months." Jasper bragged, extremely proud of his creation.

"Why would you do that?" Henry asked his best friend, thinking that his project was a massive waste of time.

"For my art class. My semester project--" Jasper started to explain, but he was interrupted by Sydney Birnbaum chasing Oliver Pook through the corridor. There was never a dull day at Swellview High.

"Guys, what's going on?" Henry asked the friends, wondering what Oliver had that Sydney was desperate to get back.

"Sydney brought this avocado to school." Oliver snitched on his friend.

"So? That's my business." Sydney stated.

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver replied, showing that this was another one of their dumb fights.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." They argued back and forth.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado. Give it back to him." Henry stepped in between them, not wanting to see the friends fall out in front of everyone in school.

"Take it, jerk!" Oliver snapped, throwing the avocado viciously at poor Henry, who was just trying to help out. The avocado hit him right in the groin, causing him to double over in pain and collapse on the floor. 

"You okay, Hen?" Charlotte asked her friend, who was laid face down on the floor as his lower half ached.

"Mmm-mm," Henry mumbled and shook his head. Poor kid.

~Later that day, The Man Cave~

After a long, laborious day at school, Henry now had to report for work. Walking out of the elevator, he entered the Man Cave, expecting to see Ray and (y/n) skirting around their feelings like usual, or something like that. But no one was around. He walked into the room and threw down his bag, jumping when Schwoz sprang from behind a counter.

"Stop!" He shouted, making Henry shrivel up in surprise. Why was everyone scaring him today?

"What are you doing in my house?" The little man said to him in a funny voice.

"Your house?" The sidekick looked at him in confusion.

"Just play along. Pretend you're a burglar." Schwoz prompted him, Henry quickly falling into the act.

"All right, I'm a burglar...." Henry shook his fist at Schwoz like he was threatening him.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I have this weapon...now, yank it from me." Schwoz instructed him, his smirk hinting that he had an ulterior motive. 

"Okay." Henry did as he was told and grabbed the gun from Schwoz's hands.

"Oh no! You yanked away my weapon! So now, I am defenceless!... Now, blast me!" Schwoz looked way too happy for a guy that just asked to be shot in the face and Henry really should've picked up on that.

"Owwwwww!" Henry groaned as he fired the weapon, but it fired backwards, hitting him in the eye. Very sneaky. 

"What the butt, Schwoz?" Henry growled at the cackling man, who took back his weapon.

"I just made this, it shoots backwards." He explained, even though the boy was more than aware of how the damn thing worked.

"Yeah, I know." He groaned.

"You can use it to trick bad guys or bad ladies." He carried on.

"Well, can you just explain that without making me blast myself in the face?" Henry snapped, his eye still stinging.

"I don't see how---" Schwoz started, but was interrupted as a new voice joined them.

"What's going on in here?" (y/n) asked them, feeling concerned since she had heard a commotion from her bedroom. She had a feeling it was something to do with Schwoz's new gadget.

"Schwoz made me shoot myself in the face," Henry told her, pointing at the man accusingly.

"Yeah, don't trust anything he gives you. It's either diseased or dangerous." (y/n) giggled as a tube came down with a delighted Charlotte inside.

"I did it! I did it! I got in!" She screamed in joy as she jogged down the steps towards her friends.

"Got in where?" (y/n) asked with a smile, happy to see the girl so pleased about something.

"The Language, Information and Math Program!" She exclaimed.

"L.I.M.P?" Schwoz asked in a confused voice, which made Henry giggle. 

"They don't call it L.I.M.P!" Charlotte snapped, even though everyone thought that the acronym was cute and easy to say.

"Well, congrats, Char. I'm really proud of you." Henry smiled at his friend.

"Yeah, well done, kid." (y/n) added, putting a kind hand on Charlotte's shoulder before she and Henry shared a quick hug. However, the sweet moment was interrupted as the computer started to beep. 

"Ayyyyyyyyyy!" Schwoz yelled as he ran to the computer.

"It's go time, Ray! Get your ass in here!!" (y/n) screamed too as she sprinted behind Schwoz. It looked like they had finally found their target.

"(y/n), the alarm! Oh my god, (y/n)!" The superhero dashed through the sprocket and leapt down the stairs to where his helper was looking at the monitor with Schwoz.

"I know! I know!" She squealed excitedly as her best friend leaned over her.

"We're swiping and tapping!" Schwoz reported what he and (y/n) were doing.

"Sweet cheese, look! Sector 18!" The young woman pointed to the screen as Ray rested his hands on her shoulder and waist.

"I see it! Look at transformer 128!" The genius told his boss, moving out of his seat so Ray could focus on the target.

"Ahha, ahhh. We got him!" Ray cheered in delight as he fixed the signalled.

"Booyah-boo!" Schwoz exclaimed as he shared a high-five with Ray. (y/n) jumped into Ray's lap as she laughed in happiness, so glad that they had succeeded in their task. 

"What just happened?"Henry asked in confusion, watching how Ray placed a celebratory kiss on his friend's temple. What were they so happy about?

"We just figured out the location of the Time Jerker." (y/n) smirked whilst Ray rested his head on her shoulder and secured his arms around her stomach.

"No way!" Henry grinned at the information.

"Way yes!" Schwoz grinned back as Ray and (y/n) swivelled the chair around to face the supercomputer again.

"Ray, guess what happened to me!" Charlotte tried to tell her boss, but he was too focused on his own success to care about hers.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He brushed her off, causing (y/n) to smack his leg as his arms circled her so he could type on the computer.

"Be nice." She scolded him, knowing that Charlotte deserved to be praised for all her hard work.

"How'd you guys pinpoint his location?" Henry asked as he began to chew a gumball. 

"When you use a time machine, it sucks down a massive amount of electricity." Schwoz started explaining. Ray took a second to memorise the way his girl felt in his lap, how her shampoo and perfume mixed into an intoxicating scent, how soft her skin was against his cheek. He was about to go up against a dangerous criminal, he wanted something to settle his nerves.

"And the computer just picked up a major power suck. We triangulated the source..." (y/n) carried on, standing up from Ray's lap so he could transform with Henry. If only she saw the way he pouted and almost made grabby hands towards her retreating body.

"And boom! We got his location." Schwoz poked Ray as his eyes followed (y/n)'s movements, noticing the way his boss was pining for her. 

"On top of the Swellview Clocktower." The superhero shook off any insinuations or smirks from Henry, Schwoz or Charlotte as he popped a gumball. He didn't want (y/n) to see how much she flustered him, it would ruin everything he had with her. 

"Which kinda makes sense since he's got the whole time theme going on. You know, Time Jerker." (y/n) commented, thinking that they should've guessed the location sooner.

"I got into the Language, Information and Math Program! It's really prestigious!" Charlotte mentioned again, hoping this time Ray would say something nice about her achievement. 

"Come on, kid. It's time we told the Time Jerker what time it is." Ray quipped, using the time theme to sound cool. Charlotte's smile fell as he blanked her, feeling rejected as he and Henry ran into the middle of the room to transform.

"Yeah, jail o'clock," Henry added, also trying to sound impressive, but his attempt fell flat since it was a bit...shit.

"Let's blow," Ray said after deciding not to comment on Henry's poor remark. They snapped into their costumes and ran up to the tubes.

"Oh, Charlotte. Congrats on getting into L.I.M.P." Ray said as Henry made the tubes come down. (y/n) smiled at his words; she knew that deep down, he really cared about all his friends in the Man Cave. 

"Thanks, but it's not called L.I.M.P!" She yelled back, but the heroes had already left before she had finished. She rolled her eyes as Schwoz chuckled.

"L.I.M.P." He laughed, making Charlotte whip around to look at him furiously. 

"Congratulations." He quickly straightened his face as she glared at him, causing (y/n) to giggle.

"Okay, little miss genius, tell me about your program." She said, wanting Charlotte to perk up about her new adventure. She wasn't into stuff like that herself, but she enjoyed seeing her friends smile. To her, sitting through an explanation about some academic course was worth it to see Charlotte so happy. 

~Swellview Clocktower~

Henry and Ray climbed up the larger tower(which looked suspiciously looked like a copy of Big Ben) where the Time Jerker had made his base. It was a long way up, but all their efforts would be worth it once they were marching that piece of scum into a jail cell. He deserved it; he kept using his time machine for the stupidest of things, like, when he couldn't be bothered to the trash out. He'd just send it back in time using an enormous amount of energy. Asshole.

Captain Man and Kid Danger jumped through the glass face of the clocktower, brushing off the shards that stayed on their shoulders. 

"Well, hello, Time Jerker." Ray snarled at the smirking criminal. 

"Yeah, hello," Henry added, his appearance not quite as imposing as Ray's. 

"Captain Man and Kid Danger. I had a feeling you'd find me...in time." The Time Jerker gave them a crazed stare, highlighting how he liked to use time-related puns.

"Oh. Is that how it is? The Time Jerker, so when you say things you use a bunch of puns about time and clocks and stuff?" Henry asked even though the answer was pretty obvious.

"I'll answer that question...if you give me a minute." The criminal smirked. How long had he spent thinking up all of these dumb puns?

"Ew, he did it again!" Kid Danger told his boss, annoyed that the man was taking this like one, big joke.

"I heard! You know, we can make time puns too." Ray told the Time Jerker.

"Hmmm, I'd like to watch you do that." Another bloody pun. Seriously, how many of these did he have?

"You know, I'm gonna--I'm gonna punch the daylight savings time outta.. you." Captain Man stumbled, his quip sounding really bad when he said it out loud. 

"Oh, that was alarmingly bad." The villain cringed at his enemy's attempt to make a pun and made one himself to mock Ray.

The superhero duo grumbled to each other for a few seconds after they had been caught out before Henry had thought of something clever to say.

"Okay, Time Jerker, I see you walk the walk, but can you...tick the tock?" Yeah, that wasn't clever, that was embarrassing.

"That one was so awful, you need a time-out!" The criminal growled, causing Ray and Henry to seethe and kick themselves. Why was this so hard?

"That's right, tomorrow, you two will be yesterday's news, for my patience with you has passed!" He carried on, showing off his skill for twisting his words into time puns.

"Oh my god!"

"He's great at that!" Ray and Henry exclaimed, making Jerker grin evilly.

"Okay, maybe we're not great at coming up with time-related puns." Captain Man started, having had enough of the Time Jerker's games.

"But we can till put you in jail." Henry reminded him as Ray tried to grab the guy's yellow jacket, however, he was too quick for him.

"Wait there, Captain Man. You see, I'm the one criminal in Swellview you can't capture. Because I can simply leap through my time portal and go back to this morning before you figured out where I was, am, will be, ugh, you know what I mean!" He explained manically as the superhero ran for him again.

You come one inch closer and I'll jump through." The Time Jerker warned him, but Ray just chuckled when he saw Henry sneak up on the criminal.

"You're not going anywhere near that time portal," Ray told his enemy, who tried to walk through the machine's glowing hoop, only to be stopped by Henry.

"Hey!" He stomped his foot and tried to make a break for it, running to where one of the clock's iron numbers had fallen on the floor when they had jumped through.

"You get away from my time portal." Jerker hissed, holding the heavy number between him and the superheroes as a makeshift weapon.

"Put down that nine," Henry ordered him.

"It's a six and it's made of thick, heavy metal." He replied petulantly, turning his number upside down so he could prove Kid Danger wrong.

"Why should we care what it's made out of?" Ray asked in a confused voice, not seeing the link between the object's density and the fact that it was being used as a weapon.

"You'll care when I throw it at you with all my might." The Time Jerker snapped, causing Henry and Ray to scoff.

"Maybe you haven't heard. I'm handsome and indestructible." The older man bragged.

"Well, Kid Danger is neither." The villain responded, offending Henry and also pointing out the truth.

"Hey!" Henry exclaimed, feeling pretty hurt by the comment.

"Dude." Ray too thought it was a bit harsh, but their objections were cut off as Jerker tossed the six at the boy, the heavy metal bruising his arm. Ray leapt forward in anger as Henry bent over in agony. No one was gonna mess with his sidekick and get away with it.

"You can't defeat me!" Ray grunted as he wrestled with the criminal.

"I will too!" He argued back as Henry recovered at the side of the room.

"Kid Danger! Little help!" Captain Man shouted to Henry as he punched the Time Jerker in the face. Gathering his strength, Kid Danger stopped the man from running away and Ray grabbed his collar again. The Time Jerker tried to force Ray into the portal, his head just millimetres away from the swirling blue energy, but he managed to use his superhero strength to punch him back. With his dense skull, Ray headbutted the man so he could save himself from being sucked into the past, but the Time Jerker gave him a blow on the jaw. Ouch.

Seeing that Ray need a moment, Henry jumped onto the. Time Jerker's back and the two spun around as Henry punched the side of his head. The fighting pair didn't notice how close they were getting to the portal. Ray watched in horror as the Time Jerker forced Henry off his back and the kid tumbled into the portal before he could do anything. Oh shit.

~6:56 AM, the previous morning~

Ah, geez. Henry was back in bed, exactly like he had been in the morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, yada, yada, yada. He awoke with a start as his watch flashed and beeped again, making him look around his room in confusion. What the hell?

He flicked open his whiz watch and Ray was on the hologram, ready to sing the same song he had before.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" He sang happily, but Henry just tensed in worry as he realised what had happened.

"Oh, no. I've gone back to the...morning." He said to himself as everything sunk in. He had to relive the entire day again? His watch began to flash again and he knew he had to explain his actions to Ray, who he had just ended the call on. Putting on a brave face, he opened the watch again, where Ray and (y/n) were standing together. Obviously, Ray had involved his best friend when his sidekick rudely blanked him.

"Uh, hi, Ray and (y/n)." He greeted them nervously.

"You know, hanging up on your boss is not a nice way to start the day." Ray frowned at him as (y/n) hopped from one foot to the other again, clearly cold as she had been before.

"Hang on, what day is this?" Henry asked them, wanting to be sure that he had gone back in time.

"Wednesday, duh." The young woman answered in an obvious yet puzzled tone. She and Ray looked at Henry weirdly when the boy let out a long, tortured groan.

"I'm sorry, did you say ughnnnnnn?" Ray asked the kid.

"Uh, yeah. I did." Henry confirmed.

"Should we leave you alone? I feel like we've interrupted a personal moment for you." (y/n) smiled at him sourly, hoping that his groan wasn't something...private.

"No! No! No!" Henry said quickly, mortified that the woman had thought about that.

"Well, guess what we got some very interesting news for ya," Ray smirked from his big surprise, but unbeknownst to him, Henry already knew what he was about to say.

"I know, you're this close to catching the Time Jerker as soon as you, (y/n) and Schwoz get an exact fix on his location." The boy said exactly what was on Ray's mind, baffling him and (y/n).

"Yeah, but how'd you know that?" (y/n) asked the boy, wondering if he'd suddenly developing mind powers or some shit.

"'Cause, I've gone back in ti--" Henry was cut off as his mom came bursting into his room, forcing him to hang up on Ray again and jerk up from his bed like he had been sleeping.

"Yeah, mom?" He asked as Mrs Hart came in to tell him about the hornet's next.

"Look and your window and see--" She started, but Henry didn't want to go through the entire conversation again.

"If the hornet's nest is back?" He finished, shocking his mother at how he knew what she was going to say.

"Yeah. How'd you know I was gonna ask you to do that?" She looked at her son strangely.

"Well, uh, you just, uh, I...have no explanation." He stammered, knowing that he'd set himself up for a very difficult question.

"Well, do it, all right?" His mom instructed him and walked out of his room. Well, if he was gonna deal with the hornet's, this time he wasn't going to get stung.

"This is insane. I'm reliving this whole day." He told himself, chuckling when he realised that he could be sneaky with the hornets. Climbing up to the window, he opened it and shouted for the insects to attack him. Jumping back down from the ledge, he turned around in time for him to shoot every single one with his watch before they could sting him. Well, that was easy.

"Yeah, sorry hornets...for your deaths. Now I...Piper." He thought about what he had done next and remembered that his sister was waiting downstairs to scare the bejesus out of him. Well, not this time. After shooting the last of the hornets, he walked downstairs, ready to give Piper a taste of her own medicine.

Grabbing a mop from the garage, Henry sneaked into the kitchen and saw the cake on the counter like before. Perfect. 

Without a word, he walked up to the cake with a smirk on his lips and plunged the mop through the top of the cake, jabbing his waiting sister on the head. She screamed in pain as he whacked her skull and crawled out from under the cabinet clutching her head. Serves her right. 

"Why would you do that? You almost killed me!" She yelled at her giggling brother, who had nonchalantly opened the fridge so he could find some breakfast. 

"Well, how should I have known you were hiding under there?" He said innocently like he had done nothing wrong.

"Well, still. Who walks up to a cake and shoves a mop handle down into it?" She asked him in confusion. 

"It's this new thing going around the internet. It's called mopping. You've been mopped." Henry gloated at Piper as he sipped his orange juice. Mr Hart ran into the kitchen, but this time, it wasn't Henry's screaming he had heard.

"Hey, is everything okay in. here?" He asked the same question as he had before.

"No!" Piper whined, a lump forming on her head from the assault.

"Oh, yeahhhhh. Oh, yeahhhhhh. Yeah." Henry confirmed to his puzzled father. This day was going to be great, he was going to make sure of it.

~Swellview High~

One hour later, Henry walked into school like normal and this time, no sniggering kids were looking at him. Success. However, he still had to contend with Mitch Bilsky, who was positioned by the door again.

"Hey, Henry Hart." The bully said to the kid, who swaggered up to the larger boy with a smirk. 

"Yeah, Mitch? You got something to say?" Henry asked innocently, knowing that Mitch had nothing to use against him since the video didn't exist anymore.

"...Yeah, I...feel like making fun of you for--something." Mitch struggled to come up with something to say.

"And?" Henry said expectantly, enjoying how the bully was squirming in thought as he failed to think of something horrible to pick on.

"I can't think of nothing." Mitch chuckled nervously, looking at his shoes because he felt embarrassed.

"Well, have a nice day." Henry smiled. Well, that went a lot better than last time.

"You! Have a nice day!" The larger boy growled in response before leaving to bully some other unfortunate soul.

"Hey, Henry. How goes it?" Charlotte asked the same question from before, but this time, Henry could give a much better answer.

"Awesome. It goes awesome." He smiled, feeling much better this time around. It sure was nice knowing what was gonna happen.

"Why?" Charlotte asked.

"Come with me," Henry smirked at her and pulled his friend away from his locker.

"I've already lived this day." He divulged, but Charlotte just thought he was crazy. 

"Oh." was all she said, thinking that Henry had hit his head or something. 

"And the first time, it was awful, but now that I know everything bad that's gonna happen, I can make sure it all goes gooooood." He used his catchphrase, smirking at how he had power over the day. Beat that for time control, Time Jerker.

"Yeah...why don't we take a walk to the school nurse?" Charlotte suggested, thinking he needed some medical attention stat.

"Look, I'm not crazy and-" Henry was cut off as Jasper began to walk past them again with his Nakatomi Tower model. Some things never change.

"Good luck with your big interview for L.I.M.P.," Henry said, cooly walking off.

"It's not called L.I.M.P! And how do you know about my interview?" Charlotte asked him in a confused tone.

"I told you, I already lived this day and I know you get in," Henry said, which probably wasn't a good idea. Hadn't he heard of the butterfly effect and shit?

"I do?" Charlotte asked excitedly, her heart fluttering at the idea of being accepted into the program.

"Yup, and now, here comes Jasper pretending he "didn't see us guys" here." Henry pointed to the strolling boy who eyed them as he walked past.

"Hey, Jasper." Henry greeted him.

"Oh hey, I didn't see you guys here." The curly-haired boy lied again, proving Henry was telling the truth.

"Yeah, you did. 'Cause you wanna show us your perfect scale model of the Nakatomi Tower that you made entirely out of toothpicks, that you built yourself and took you three months." Henry stated, shocking Jasper at how he could have possibly known that.

"Okay...do you have hidden mirrors in my room?" He asked in concern, thinking Henry must have been spying on him to have known that.

"No, gross." His friend replied, shuddering at the thought of seeing what went on in Jasper's bedroom.

As per the earlier version of this day, Sydney and Oliver came running from the corridor. They were still arguing about their avocado predicament. 

"Ah, here we go again." Henry sighed, grabbing Charlotte's magazine and holding it over his crotch as protection.

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver said again.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." This argument was getting old.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado. Give it back to him." Henry told Oliver maturely, getting ready to avoid what was about to happen.

"Fine, take it, Jerk!" The boy threw the avocado with all his might, but this time, Henry stepped to the side and the flying object smashed into Jasper's crotch and made him collapse onto the floor. He fell onto his beloved model, destroying it completely. Well, that was a new development.

"See what avocados do?" Oliver asked an irritated Sydney, the two of them running off again.

Henry and Charlotte looked over Jasper as he groaned from a load of toothpicks in his face. That had got to hurt. 

~The Man Cave~

Okay, so this time, Henry was ready for Schwoz and his mischievous antics. He wasn't going to be scared by him. Throwing down his bag like usual, the boy called out to the hiding man.

"Hey, Schwoz, hiding behind the thing there." He said to the genius, who confusedly poked out from his hiding place. 

"How did you know I was here?" He asked the boy, his sneaky weapon in his hand.

"Hey...what's that? A new weapon? Want me to test it out?" Henry asked in surprise, a devious plan forming in his head.

"Yeah, please." Schwoz smiled knowingly, but Henry was going to be the one smiling after this.

"All right, let's see here." Henry turned the weapon around so it wouldn't hurt him.

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you---" Schwoz stuttered, but Henry fired the weapon at him anyway, the beam hitting him in the eye this time. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"What the butt, Henry?" He growled as Henry laughed as he would.

"Hey, that's my laugh! How'd you know this fires backwards? Did you go back in time and know you're reliving this day?" Schwoz's intelligence pointed him to the correct answer as Henry smiled.

"Maybe..." Henry teased him as Schwoz connected all the dots.

"Oh, you and Ray fought the Time Jerker." He gasped.

"We did." Henry confirmed, thinking about how (y/n) should've come down by now. Maybe time had been rewritten again? Henry had no time to ponder that thought as the tube came down. Thinking that she'd been successful again, Henry smiled at his friend, but it soon fell as she walked over to them in a melancholy mood. Oh shit.

"Hey, Char. Congrats on getting into L.I.M.P." He smirked, thinking his well-informed prediction was right.

"It's not called L.I.M.P. and I didn't get in. Thanks for getting my hopes up." She said glumly as Henry's mouth fell open like a goldfish.

"W-what do you mean? I already lived this day, I know you get in," he stated firmly, not realising that he had rewritten time.

"No, I didn't. Look at my application." She told him, turning around her sheet of paper which had a very large, red 'no' stamped on it.

"That's a very clear no," Schwoz commented as he looked over Henry's shoulder. 

"I'll be back after I've cried in the bathroom for an hour or five!" Charlotte's voice broke as she dashed behind the secret door, making Henry feel awful. 

"I don't get it. I know she got into that program. So how come--" Henry tried to say, but Schwoz had heard enough.

"Henry, when you go back in time and you change what you do, you can change the course of history." The man told him dramatically, causing Henry to cringe. He had screwed up. 

"Is that bad?" He asked timidly, already having a pretty good idea of the answer.

"Yeah, it's bad. Come on, it's happened in every time travel movie ever made." Schwoz pointed out.

"Oh, man. It's my fault Jasper's model got wrecked and it's my fault that Charlotte didn't get into that program." The kid whined, feeling really, really guilty.

"Yeah, you change one thing you do, it can affect everyone else around you. It's the danger of time travel." Schwoz said gravely.

"How do you know all this?" Henry asked him, wondering how the little guy had become such an expert.

"I read this book." He said, quickly grabbing 'The Danger of Time Travel' novel from the couch.

"So, I have to go back in time and relive this same day again?" He quizzed, hoping the answer would be no.

"Yeah, yeah. You must!" Schwoz insisted, knowing that everything must be corrected. 

"But the first time was horrible," Henry told Schwoz, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Everything must happen exactly as it did the first time," Schwoz replied firmly, as the computer's alarm went off. The Time Jerker's location had been found, but Henry already knew where they were going. Only, things weren't quite the same as before. In fact, things were not good at all.

"I HATE YOU!" (y/n) screamed as she came down the steps with a suitcase, furiously stomping away from Ray who was hot on her heels and equally angry.

"I HATE YOU TOO!" Ray shouted at his enraged best friend, his face red but also incredibly hurt.

"I hope you have a nice life without me, Ray Manchester!" (y/n) seethed as she shrugged on her jacket, her stare full of hate. She couldn't explain what argument they'd had, but it had started soon after Henry hung up on them. It seemed like the rewritten timeline had affected them too.

"Yeah, well, I can find someone else like you. There's a million girls out there who'd love to be my helper!" Ray snarled, his words choking him up as his heart broke. What disaster had led to this? He didn't mean what he said, he'd never find another girl like her, not now, not ever; he was ripping his own heart to pieces with every word he spoke. 

"Really? Well, I wish you all the luck in the world. 'Cause I'll never find someone like you." She whispered, turning around and wheeling her suitcase to the lift. Stepping inside, she gave him one last heartbroken gaze, her tears streaming down her face as she left her love in the Man Cave. 

The alarm was still beeping as Ray's breathing stayed ragged, but his mind was growing in sadness. (y/n)...had...left? What had Henry done? The boy and Schwoz looked like deer in headlights as they looked at their boss, who was unknowingly crying as he robotically walked to the computer. He didn't know how to react, he'd just lost his heart, his love, his (y/n); he wanted to run after her and beg for forgiveness but he just moved automatically.

"We're about to discover the location of the--" He said in a strained, overly-happy tone, but was cut off by Henry as Schwoz scuttled over to help him and see if he was alright. 

"Time Jerker. He's right on top of the Swellview Clocktower." The boy said seriously, knowing he had to get on top of that damn clocktower and make everything okay again. He would go through his horrible day 100 times over if it meant he could get Ray and (y/n) back on track to being together forever.

"How'd you know that?" Ray asked in a sad, dull tone. He felt like all his love had been sucked out of his body. She was currently walking to a friend's house, seeking sanctuary to nurse the broken heart she had left with.

"'Cause I do," Henry stated firmly as he chewed his special gum quickly. He just wanted to get back in that portal as soon as he could.

"I think he does," Schwoz confirmed, seeing how Ray was pale, quiet and sluggish. He seemed impressed and confused but said nothing as Henry transformed into his Kid Danger costume before he did.

"Hey, hey, Henry, where are you going?" Ray asked in a hurt, angry and confused tone as his emotions ran wild at how Henry went to the tube without him. It was certain that in the next few hours, after fighting the Time Jerker, he'd wander into (y/n)'s room and collapse in a fit of despair and sob into the quilt that still smelled like her. Well, he would, in theory. Henry had no intention of letting it get that far. He was going to make this right.

"To the clocktower. To set things straight." He stated confidently.

"Set things straight? Did he set things crooked?" He asked Schwoz in a heartbroken tone, wondering if his pain was because of Henry. 

"A little bit." He replied. Little was a huge understatement. 

"Meet me on the roof. I'll start up the Mancopter. And don't worry, you'll get (y/n) back, I promise." He said kindly.

"Wait, I gotta blow a bubble." Ray fumbled for his gum tube, thinking the faster he moved, the faster he'd have his sweet girl back where she belonged.

"Up the tube!" Henry yelled as Ray's shaking hands spilt his gumballs all over the floor. Clumsy.

"Ah! My gumballs. You pick the rest of them. Henry, wait for me!" Ray ran to catch up to his sidekick, but a stray gumball made him slip comically and he landed on his back with a crash. If (y/n) was there, she would have definitely giggled like Schwoz.

~Back on the clocktower~

The Time Jerker was sending his trash back through time again as Henry and Ray burst through the clock face again.

"Well, hello, Time Jerker," Ray said as Henry looked around. The thought of going through the entire fiasco of fighting the Time Jerker again seemed so tedious, so he picked up the six/nine that the criminal had thrown at him earlier. He launched the heavy metal number at the crazed villain before any time puns could be made, efficiently knocking him out as it collided with his head.

"What was that?" Ray asked in complete confusion, his face still pale as his heart sank like a dead stone in his chest. Only one person could make it flutter again.

"I'm in a hurry," Henry told him, knowing that it was up to him to get that person back in the Man. Cave.

"But you didn't let me do anything!" Ray said moodily, his lip quivering as Henry punched in some time coordinates on the Time Jerker's machine.

"Who cares? I knocked out the Time Jerker." The boy replied cooly.

"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" Captain Man asked, feeling a bit useless and depressed at the situation he found himself in.

"Just sit back and think about (y/n), dude." Henry smiled at him, watching Ray gulped and screwed his eyes shut so no tears would escape. Okay, he needed to get back now.

"What are you doing with that thing?" He asked as he blinked his watery eyes. God, he couldn't fathom that he was going back to a cold, empty Man Cave. He hadn't done that for eight years and now it felt like a stab in the heart to have lost his precious friend. 

"I'm gonna use it to fix all the stuff I screwed up," Henry admitted, still feeling like crap. He'd screwed over his best friends and practically ruined his boss's relationship before it had even had a label put on it.

"Well, I'm in charge!" Ray whimpered in a needy voice. He couldn't cope; his childish personality that was usually kept in check was running out of control. 

"Fine. Why don't you pick a place for us to take (y/n) for dinner?" Henry said, knowing that his boss would take his time to choose the perfect place for the young woman.

"She'll want Chinese food," Ray told him as the time machine's blue energy began to whirl into a portal.

"Cool. But first, I gotta go back in time, right now, so I can answer your call in about twenty seconds." The kid stepped up to the portal before diving in. It was time to set things straight.

~6:56 AM, the previous morning again~

Henry had made it, again! His watch was flashing and he was sleeping in bed. Knowing he had to get everything perfect today, Henry flicked open his watch and listened to Ray do his stupid song and dance.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" He sang happily as (y/n) came down the sprocket steps behind him.

"Thanks for that," Henry said carefully, eyeing the clock so he knew what was gonna happen when.

"Sure thing, kid." Ray smiled happily, his day still going perfect as his best friend walk up to him. 

"Now it's time for me to have the worst day ever, again," Henry grumbled, confusing Ray.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He asked with a frowning face.

"He's a teenager, he loves sleeping, doofus!" (y/n) said her words from the first day and shivered from the cold, Man Cave air.

"Yes, that's exactly it. You woke me up. " Henry quickly agreed when Ray put his arms around his best friend and she snuggled into him. Okay, hopefully, that would do the trick for getting them back together. Closing his watch, it was time for the second part of his worst day ever.

"This is for you, Charlotte, (y/n)." He said to psych himself up before climbing up to the window and opening it. Here came the hornets. 

"ARGGGGGHHHHH, THEY'RE BACK, THEY'RE BACK, THEY'RE BACK!" He screamed. Yep, it hurt as badly as it did the first time around. He even fell off the ledge and put the paper basket on his head. Okay, hornets, check. Next, cake.

Getting pumped up in the kitchen to be 'surprised', Henry thought back to exactly what he did two days ago.

"A cake? Why's there a cake here?" He asked again, taking a scoop of the icing to taste. 

"Hmmm, not bad." He mentioned and Piper stuck her hand out of the cake like before. Time to be scared.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhh!" Henry acted like he'd had the living daylights frightened out of him and waved the knife around in fake defence. Piper fell about laughing as she collected her camera and Henry pretended to be annoyed. It was avocado time.

~Swellview High~

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver said as he held up his dumb avocado.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." At this point, Henry could reenact their argument word for word, but it was time to get hit by the avocado again.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado...Give it back to him." Henry directed the teen, bracing himself for the impact. 

"Fine, take it, jerk!" Henry collapsed from the pain and it was safe to say that knowing the impact was coming didn't make it any better.

"It's worse the second time." He groaned in a quiet voice to no one in particular, but thankfully, Jasper's model was intact and Charlotte didn't know she'd get into L.I.M.P. There was only one thing left to do and Henry was praying all was well in the Man Cave.

~In the Man Cave~

"Now, blast me!" Schwoz told him as Henry braced himself for the laser to the eye. Sighing, the boy raised the weapon and fired, shouting in pain as the shot made his skin burn, much to Schwoz's amusement. Yeah, pain hurts more in the second round. 

"What the butt, Schwoz?" He asked in a loud voice, hoping (y/n) could hear him.

"What's going on in here?" The young woman asked right on cue, coming down the sprocket steps in concern and Henry had never been so glad to see her smile.

"Hey, (y/n/n)." He greeted her warmly, knowing that she wasn't leaving the Man Cave for a long, long time. Thank God for that.

The tube came down and an overjoyed Charlotte ran down the steps. Looks like that had fallen back into place too.

"I did it! I did it!" She squealed in delight.

"What did you do?" (y/n) asked, not knowing that her history had just been completely rewritten.

"I got in!" Charlotte told her happily.

"Yes, I did it!" Henry exclaimed unbelievably relieved at how his friends were back to normal. However, he didn't realise that his words were lost on everyone else.

"No, I did it." His friend corrected him.

"Whatever. Congrats, Char, I'm really proud of you." Henry smiled, waiting for (y/n) to say "well done" before giving Charlotte a hug.

"Yeah, me too. I can't believe I got into the Language, Information and Math Program!" Charlotte said, her cheeks blushing from all the praise as she pulled back from the hug.

"L.I.M.P?" Schwoz asked and this time, Henry wasn't going to laugh.

"It's not called L.I.M.P." He scolded Schwoz, but Charlotte had some news for him.

"No, I found out they do call it L.I.M.P!" She cried, making her friends giggle.

"No way!" (y/n) laughed happily as the alarm went off. All Henry had to do now was take care of the Time Jerker.

~Swellview Clocktower~

Captain Man and Kid Danger jumped through the clockface for the last time as the Time Jerker disposed of his trash 65 million years ago.

"Well, hello, Time Jerker," Ray growled, his spirits much better than they were when he had no (y/n) to go home to. Henry couldn't think of how she knew, but the young woman had given her best friend a long embrace before they had left. She didn't know why, but she felt like she'd missed him in some way, like an echo of herself had felt great sadness. Sort of like someone had chucked a bucket of water over her, she wanted to reassure herself that she wasn't going to lose him.

Seeing the nine/six on the ground again, Henry couldn't bear fighting for the third time, so he figured that history wouldn't care if he knocked out the Time Jerker again. He threw the heavy iron number at his head, ending the brawl right then and there.

"Now, let's go pick up (y/n) and go get some Chinese food," Henry told his boss, walking away since their job was done.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Ray exclaimed, thinking that Henry was psychic or something. He wasn't, he'd just had a little heads up.

"Oh, and dude, when you see (y/n), tell her she's your best friend and she's important to you." The boy advised his boss, thinking about how the previous Ray had felt gutted that he hadn't said it enough before (y/n) walked away from his life.

"Why?" Ray asked, not seeing why today was different to any other day. Yeah, those words were the truth, but did he really have to say them to her right now?

"Just do it." Henry rolled his eyes as he opened the door to the Mancopter. Ray didn't need to know all the nitty-gritty details, he just needed to tell her. He had no idea how lost he got when she walked away from him and Henry was going to make damn sure they'd stick together.

#fanfiction #x reader #captain man #chapa de silva #cross posted on wattpad #danger force #dangerverse #henry danger #henry hart #mika macklin #ray manchester fanfiction #ray manchester #ray manchester x reader #danger force season 3 #kid danger #captain man x reader #nickelodeon #female reader #reader insert #romance #lovestory #fiction #forbidden love #slowburn #slow burn #friends to lovers

[bilbao-song]

in general though i’m such a docile person but there’s something about the fake facebook account that really just makes me want to swat the hornet’s nest

#i WILL fight with delusional strangers at any given opportunity #like without any exaggeration i make maybe ten comments a year #8/10 are just like. assorted verbal smackdown moments directed at ppl behaving like jackasses #nonsense rambling

[mother-ofthe-universe]

1, 6, and/or 8?

1. What OTP(s) in a fandom do you just not get? I guess Fiddleauthor kinda counts? But like, I do see the chemistry and the reasoning behind it, I’m just don’t ship. Feels bland at best and toxic at worst to me. I get why others see it but for me? Nah.

For a real ship I’ll never understand; Zutara. Like, y’all, what’s up with that?

6. Has a fandom ever ruined a pair for you? The majority of the ships in RWBY have been soured by ship wars. Like, I’ve got ships I like, but every single one of them has the background of knowing that at least one person will be at your throat for it, no matter the ship. Mostly why I avoid the RWBY fandom in general. Also I haven’t watched the show in like, ages.

8. Unpopular Opinion about [insert fandom here]? I’ve been in quite a couple fandoms over the years so I’ve gathered some opinions, but like, for my current fandom? Every opinion of Ford I have feels like swatting a hornets nest with a baseball bat. This is mostly because a certain side of the fandom gets weirdly over-defensive of him, at least in my experience. Like, I like a good character debate as much as the next guy, and I understand certain reasonings behind his defenses. I’ll defend/justify the guy too if I feel like someone’s being unfair about him. But it just feels like overkill at this point. Idk, maybe it’s just my own fandom experience, but it feels like the fandom can’t be even moderately critical of Ford’s character without at least one person getting oddly explosive. It’s kinda stressful at this point if I’m being honest. If you see a post with an opinion you don’t like, just ignore it and move on. If someone sees a character differently than you do, you don’t have to start yelling at them or guilting them about their opinions. At the end of the day, all of these guys are just fictional characters.

#gravity falls #avatar the last airbender #rwby #unpopular opinions #fandom shit

[sidewalk-scrawls]

This is fully self-destructive behavior, but the Blaze icon on the bottom of my posts has me thinking, “wow wouldn’t it be funny to Blaze my incredibly correct Izzy opinions?” while fully knowing that I would be swatting a hornet’s nest and would likely be getting death threats in my ask box within minutes dfajldskfajdsf

#i will not do this but i do think it would be funny

[valcanous]

erm

sorry need to voice this somewhere but don’t want to swat the hornets nest.

i think the vote blue no matter who crowd really, really needs to sit down and take a look at their rhetoric and what they are actually saying. i understand it’s harmful to get hung up on semantics but every time i see somebody (100% of the time queer or woman) say “both parties are bad but one of them actively wants me dead” it’s like. yeah. but both parties want the same group of people dead. the whattaboutmeism here feels particularly slimy. i don’t want to underscore how precarious the life of every queer person is but also. can you read the fucking room lol.

i understand that everybody approaches politics with their own agenda and self interests at heart and the vote blue not matter who people are absolutely no more evil than an upper mid class white republican voting for their own self interests.

however i do find this to be tasteless. idk. dont want to be comparative everybody’s situation is dire to them. but in the absence of comparison there is just flat out ignoring the actual genocide and open zionism. idk. i think there’s a middle ground here. maybe i’m crazy.

[mercurialtides]

‍‍‍‍✧✧✧✧Last night, I dreamt that I was in a world where everyone had video game stats. It sort of caused an apocalypse not too long ago and I was summoned by some ex scientists from a portal. They understood I was a demon but not the extent of my powers and they were also surprised to learn that I had player stats and levels like them and not like a beast. I was level 877 while they were only around their 20's. However, I was contained by a contract with them that relied on being fed creatures and sacrifices.

One scientist was very smart. He offered me a book and a contract exclusively to him. The book though, was the best gift I'd ever received in a dream. It made me want to devour him or please him. The book was made of the flesh of hundreds of monsters and some people. There was samples of every beast, monster, plant, and even some elementals and minerals. He created it the day after I was summoned. So I broke free of my precious contract and became exclusive with him.

We went to this desert which had been the original goal of the scientists. He let me eat the book but asked for a copy of each sample that I'd eaten, which I didn't mind. Anyways, in the desert, there were these massive hornets that were the size of cars and they kept everyone away from this one military base. And beyond that base was what was known as the Dead Zone.

The Dead Zone was a place where world eater larvae nested. They were akin to rolly-polies but they leveled up faster the more they ate and the faster they leveled, the faster and more they ate. Hence why they were called world eaters. They'd soon evolve into world ravagers with some evolving into epic class devourer of worlds. Hence why they needed me to eradicate this problem for them and hence why they were willing to beef me up by offering sacrifices, though the book sufficed quite well instead because I am a shapeshifter. I also don't like needless sacrifices.

So I shapeshifted into a manticore because I'd never tried the form before and it was the first sample of flesh I'd eaten from the book. It was huge, almost dragon proportions, and I'd caused my strange black smoke to go everywhere upon shapeshifting. I then swatted down hornets and turned them to stone upon looking at them. I had a field day. I also kept howling and it caused stones to erupt upwards from the ground, turning anything in my immediate vicinity to stone as a bonus. The stinger on my tail was not ideal to battle giant hornets but it did work in swatting them down. And the wings definitely helped with keeping them at bay.

I helped the scientist to the base. He had a mage class and did try to help me but he got in the way more often than not and stuck to shooting fireballs and icicles at anything I missed. He went in to discuss some things and asked me to get to work on the Dead Zone.

The world eaters were also car sized, though I was spooked to note there were some world ravagers and devourer of worlds in their midst. The devourers were giant, like the size of an apartment complex, while the ravagers were about the size of a house. I shapeshifted into my black dragon form to see if fire would be effective against them. Surprisingly, it was, but it was hard to get it under them, since they were armored on top. So I shapeshifted back into my normal form to spear as many as possible in my line of sight with amethyst. It was hard. I had to do that about 4 times to get all of them off of the ground. It was like a lice or bed bug infestation but on the earth. After that, I shapeshifted back into a dragon and superheated the earth below them into magma so they dropped into it. I also realized I could've done that in the first place and began turning swathes of land into molten and acid wastes. It'd cool eventually though and the acid would eventually peter out into nothing.

When I was done, the summoning was undone and as usual, unfortunately, a giant circle formed under my feet and the sensation of falling woke me up.

#dream diary #dream journal #dreaming #dreams #one time i dreamt #last night i dreamt #weird dreams #lucid dreaming

[drake-the-incubus]

And seriously, it's super valid that you think there shouldn't be American FF sites! I respect that opinion. I just thought that you didn't know what the American laws about nonprofit mission statements and the American laws about RPF were, so I was trying to help. I am very sorry, it's VERY valid to not think American nonprofits should run these sites. Hopefully, for your sake, a company in Canada or something like that can start their own FF site.

I was trying to find the other parts of this conversation, since this started with me saying, “hey regardless of your stance, you shouldn’t be writing underage content of real minors”

And the person tried to convince me there’s a trans non-profit that absolutely encourages that content.

So not to swat at the proverbial hornets nest again, but making my stance clear since I’ve had more and different followers.

I absolutely believe that you should not be writing Real Person Fiction of minors, especially in sexual situations.

And I don’t care if American laws support that, nor do I care if non-profits are allowed to do that.

Similar to how I think you shouldn’t DRAW minors in those situations. Both of those fall under CSEM to me and there’s no reason for it to exist.

#CSEM tw

[cool-sepulchre]

women who write celebrity/reader fic....y'all okay? can't you just fantasize about fucking some random celebrity without writing it out on tumblr for me to stumble across in the tags?

the last thing I wanna do is read y/n fic talking about getting finger blasted by a celebrity who doesn't even know I exist.

#I don't want to see your chris evans' character slash prostitute!reader fic #me swatting the hornets nest #are straight women okay #character/reader fics #you're just as bad #that is NOT therapy #please #seek help #steve rogers Is not gonna fuck you

[taichouu]

Taijuro, don’t be afraid to share your opinion about something! People who are close to you and care about you will accept your views because they know you’re not a bad person. You seem very reasonable and thoughtful. No one should judge you badly by one post. If anyone has an issue with this and looks down on you for having a different opinion, then they probably don’t know you at all and aren’t worth your time or mind space.

I think I'm just making it more of a big deal than it actually is because I'm a little sensitive around the edges lol, I'm warming up to the idea that people are going to label me what they want no matter what I say <3

I'll finish it up and probably post it either tonight or tomorrow.

#tai talks #anonymous #I know my mutuals and followers dont really care what i think and wont harass me obviously #but I just have a personal thing about getting labeled as something that im not #I love swatting the hornets nest until the hornets actually come after me LOL #also i know youre the one who sent it because you called me taijuro there too hee hee #i wont let you down bud