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neosvision · 7 months

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pretty baby

idol!jeno x idol!reader

warnings: (badly written) smut, unprotected sex, choking?, fingering, that’s really it i think

word count: 1.9k

authors note: first of all minors dni… here i am once again (feeling lost but now and then) with… this. it’s not what i was planning on writing at all but i recalled hated my attempt of the list p2 and i’ve had this idea for a while now sooo. feedback as so so so appreciated as my writing could use so much work thank youu

the first time it happened was just a normal day, at first. wake up at 5:00am, get to the music bank building at 5:30-ish, makeup and hair should be done for rehearsals to start by 6. sometime during the day, you and your other members would film a couple tiktok challenges with other groups to promote each others comebacks. the only thing getting you through today was the fact that your manager told you that you’d be filming a challenge with nct dream, which you were particularly excited about because you thought the members were so attractive, especially jeno. you’d ran into him a few times before and exchanged greetings but never filmed a challenge or anything to prove you actually interacted.

your group was last to rehearse before the actual filming started so you had quite some time to do whatever you pleased. you and the other members spent time playing little games in your waiting room or just talking when suddenly your manager popped in and asked you and another member to come outside the room. accurate to your members predictions, you knew exactly what was happening and you literally felt like you were going to throw up everywhere. as soon as you’d arrived to the infamous music bank staircase, you saw jeno and jisung waiting, talking to their manager. this was it, it was over for you. lee jeno was standing right in front of you, you were going to have to talk to him, dance with him, AND post it for the whole internet to see. they’d both looked up from their manager, jenos gaze landing on you and staying there until your member spoke up.

“hi nice to meet you guys, i’m ___” she spoke lightly with a smile and bowed. his eyes were still locked on yours, slightly looking you up and down.

“nice to meet you guys, i’m y/n, congratulations on your comeback, we really enjoyed it!”

“thank you y/n! no need to introduce yourselves. we enjoyed your comeback too!” jisung exclaimed as he shook both you and your members hand.

“nice to meet you guys, i’m really excited to film this challenge with you.” jeno expressed, his voice deep and smooth, his eyes STILL glued on you. you were a dead woman if he kept looking at you like this.

the challenge went pretty smoothly, you and your member had already basically learned nct dreams new choreography and just added some finishing touches from the boys. the same applied to them. it was much less awkward than you imagined, jisung was so sweet to you and your member but jeno… he was acting sort of quiet. not like you’d imagined or seen him in passing.

just as you were wrapping up and saying bye to each other, jeno had slipped off and was nowhere to be found. jisung had texted asking where he was but jeno replied that he was busy and to tell you that he enjoyed meeting and filming with you and your member. you thought it was sort of strange but didn’t question it to jisung as you and him weren’t very close yet.

as soon as you walked through the doorway to your waiting room, your manager practically pulled you outside the room by your collar.

“not so fast” your manager joked.

“huh? im sorry am i in trouble?”

“oh no nothing like that, not with me at least. nct’s manager requested you go to their spare waiting room.”

WHAT. your heart was beating a million miles per hour, did you do something wrong? what happened? you couldn’t recall anything that could’ve gotten you in trouble.

your heart rate only quickened as you made the short walk to nct’s spare waiting room. knocking on the door and hearing approval from… jeno??? what was going on?

jeno was sprawled on the couch of the waiting room with a glint in his eye you couldn’t quite place. nobody else was in the room.

“oh hi jeno” you almost questioned as you looked around for his manager or someone, anyone else so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of jeno. “my manager sent me here, i’m not really sure why.”

jeno was now stood right in front of you, a little too close for comfort. you stepped back and his hand immediately wrapped around your waist and pulled you even closer to him.

he looked down at you with lustful eyes.

“i couldn’t take it anymore.” he breathed, voice much deeper than before. you tried your hardest to say something back but again, your heart was running a million miles per hour. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

he leaned down to your ear, “needed you so bad. had to leave or else i wouldnt have been able to control myself anymore.” he whispered. shivers ran down your spine as you took in his words. all you could do was stare up at him, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together at his words.

“baby talk to me, i know you want it.” he tried again, the pet name triggering something in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“i-“ did you? well, yes, you did but were you really about to risk probably your whole career for a hookup?

oh fuck it. “i want it.” you whispered back just loud enough for him to hear.

as soon as he got the confirmation he needed, he knew he would get, his hand was around your throat, pushing you up against the wall of the waiting room and crashed his lips on yours. you felt arousal leaking out of you already. you knew you would need a new pair of pants before the recording. your stylist was gonna kill you but that was the last thing on your mind seeing as the man you’d been pining over for months had you pinned against a wall.

it was all too much, between his hand slightly squeezing the air from your lungs and his lips on yours. jenos touch sent a shiver of delight through your body and you let out the most heavenly, inviting moan he’d ever heard in his entire life. he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. he moaned into your mouth, sending shock waves straight to your core. lewd sounds were exchanged between the two of you until you’d finally had enough.

“need you” you whispered as you broke the kiss and his mouth went to work on your jaw, sending you spiraling with bliss everytime he placed open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

“need me where, baby?” he teased as he continued kissing you everywhere, his hands exploring your body. you could barely reply to him, everything he did felt so good.

“in me.” you finally said, running your fingers through his dark hair. your back arched and you felt his dick twitch through his pants.

within seconds he carried you from the wall and laid you down in the perfect position for himself, propping himself up with his arms on each of your sides as he practically ripped his shirt off his body. you watch in awe as his defined ab muscles were revealed and did the same, stripping yourself of your top and leaving yourself in just the skimpy bra you were wearing underneath.

“wow” he muttered, leaning down and pulling you closer as your lips clashed together again. you moaned in pleaser, allowing his tongue access and deepening the kiss as your nails rested on his back, leaving marks with every movement of your hands against him. you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as your tongues ghosted each other. slick coated your panties as he rubbed his hardening dick against your clothed core.

he pulled back and pulled down his pants, revealing his dick, red and dripping with precum already. he helped you to the same until you were laying there in just your bra.

he looked down and stared at your glistening core with awe, bringing a finger down through your folds. your back immediately arched into his touch, craving something more.

he pumped one finger in you, then two, then three, twisting in and out, simultaneously using his thumb to caress your bud. he did so little yet you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

“please” you moaned.

“you want me that bad huh?” he snickered before he used your slick to coat his dick.

he slowly pushed his aching cock into you and couldn’t help but moan out your name.

“you’re so tight for me baby” he groaned.

your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes rolling back at the sensation of him filling you to the brim. jeno couldn’t contain his pleasure, moans coming one after another as he slowly started pumping in and out of you.

“f- fuck, faster.” you said squeezing your eyes shut from pleasure.

he was on the edge already, slamming brutally into you, each thrust bring him closer to his climax, the alluring sounds you made everytime his dick hit your g-spot were not helping. he continued fucking into you at an alarming pace, the both of you filling the room with the dirtiest noises.

with each fuck into you, you felt your climax approaching rapidly. it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

“fuck i’m- i’m gonna come,” you screamed as you felt yourself coming undone on his cock.

this only encouraged him to keep going, chasing his own high while helping yours in the process.

“come for me baby” and you snapped. screaming and whimpering in pleasure as your core pulsed around him and his own climax came shortly after, only slowing once he’d milked himself completely into you. he stayed inside you as he pulled you even closer and kissed you again, this time with much more raw emotion as if he was now taking his time kissing you, savoring your taste on his tongue. you pulled back in attempt you catch your breath to be met with jeno staring deeply into your eyes, his own filled with so much admiration.

he leaned down, lips dangerously close to your ear only to whisper, “you did so good for me pretty baby.”

suddenly everything you wanted to say in that moment had completely vanished and you were left there staring back up at him with the same admiration he looked at you with. everything was perfect, until you heard your members down the hall calling for you.

“shit, fuck.” you breathed.

you pushed jeno off of you and reclothed yourself in a matter of 5 seconds, panic surging throughout your entire body, especially apparent in your legs which could barely hold your body weight after jeno used you so well. you stumbled up and out the door in horror of someone finding out what you and jeno did in there.

you opened the door and slipped out just before your members rounded the corner of the hallway.

“there you are! where have you been? our recording starts in 10 minutes. what happened to you it looks like you were sweating?” your member puffed out in one big breath.

“ah i was.. uh i was just getting a little workout in before the recording.” you lied straight through your teeth and you could tell no one was buying it.

“we’ll talk about this later…” one of your older members said just as you heard your phone ding.

lee jeno: when can we do that again pretty baby? ;)

you huffed, smiling slightly at his persistence knowing this wouldn’t be the last time.

#nct dream #nctdream #lee jeno #jeno x reader #jeno smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct jeno #nct #jeno imagines

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el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle · 19 days

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Hellooooo ❤️

I love your blog a lot, you're so insightful and it's like an oasis in the desert of media literacy in the YSBLF fandom, lol.

Wanted to ask, what do you think would've happened if Don Hermes found out about the Sinister Plan? I think that regardless of the point in the story he would probably be unable to forgive Armando for it and might be the biggest deterrent for Betty to be with/accept Armando back, but I wanted to know what you think and what possibilities you see!

Hiiii! Thank youuuu!🥰🥰🥰🥰

Oh, I love this question!!! It has multiple answers depending on when he finds out and how. that would have definitely been a big stone! Big enough to have been the plot of a sequel or of a whole other part of ysblf (that ik couldn't be, but it had the potential), or, simply, ending it all on tragedy.

I'll go for him finding out after Cartagena and through Armando. My first idea was him finding during Cartagena and through her diary, becaus I think the novela mainly nodded to that (given how he eyed the diary when Betty was leaving and how foña Julia mentioned he might try to read it), but after thinking it through, I think that if don Hermes had read through Betty's perspective how it all went down, how it shattered her, how it's not the first time a man manipulated her like this, and how she thinks her life is nothing but a "cycle of tragedy", he wouldn't have let her go back to Ecomoda at all. His protection style is avoiding the thing that can hurt her, like how he isolated her from the kids who mistreated her as a kid and how he didn't want to let her go to that "date" with Roman's friend. And it all would have ended right there, with Ecomoda back in th Mendozas/Valencias' hands for a microsecond before being eaten alive by the debts, lenders, and banks.

So instead I think the only way it could have worked and the relationship between A&B would have still happened would have been if he had known it all after the relationship started. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Armando get anywhere near Betty. Probably Betty wouldn't even be allowed to go back to Ecomoda! The novela made a big point of Don Hermes not finding out under any circumstance.

I'm sure no one would tell him the truth, so I think he would have needed to find out on his own. Maybe he heard a rumor, or maybe he found something like the diary or a copy of the letter

Point is, he learns the truth, ans immediately his half-hearted tolerance of the relationship becomes full on disapproval

He already knows a few things that I'm honestly baffled about him just forgetting and approving of so quickly: that Betty was Armando's mistress and that they did semi ilegal business together

Add on top of that that Armando used Betty like that, and don Hermes definitely would have absolutely disapproved

He'd likely ban Armando from his house, and would make it extremely clear to Betty that he disapproves of Armando and doesn't want to see them together

Doña Julia would try to talk him out of that, but it wouldn't work.

Knowing don Hermes, he probably wouldn't even tell her why he hates Armando

Honestly, I think Nicolás would have been on his side

Personally, I think everyone by the end of the novela accepted the relationship simply because there was no more time, but if there had been, a whole new part of the novela could have been handling these types of issues

I definitely think Nicolás, don Hermes, and doña Margarita wouldn't have approved. Roberto would have likely continued nof being too present.

So I think the pressure of having almost no support from the people that they cared the most would have hurt a lot

Doña Julia may approve, tho

Nicolás would disapprove but be like "do whatever you want but I think this is wrong" ans would treat Armando coldly whenever they saw each other at Ecomoda

In the novela Armando basically implies that his dates with Betty were mainly at her house, so I'm guessing in this case they'd likely be mainly sneaking around in the office

Not that the relationship is a secret, but rather they would just keep it pretty lowkey

It would bring them down a lot, because for them it's important to have their parents' support

But by the time the engagement comes, Armando is sort of okay with knowing his dad is basically out of his life and his mom is very reluctantly in it

Margarita is not only angry about what happened with Marcela, but she's also angry about how quickly he went to Betty. ((With her too I think her quick acceptance of her was mainly due to lack of time))

Eventually don Hermes would have to tolerate Armando, but they would never form a good relationship

In general, as long as don Hermes finds out AFTER they are together, I don't think much bad would happen! I think Armando and Betty were ready and willing to fight for the other by that point. But if it were to happen during Cartagena or immediately after??? Or if he finds out through her diary??? Hell no, all hell would break loose! Don Hermes would get his gun and threaten Armando at gunpoint to never get near Betty again. He would forbid Betty from going back to Ecomoda. If Armando tried to go again to the house he'd be kicked out.

It's a lot of different possibilities depending on when he finds out!

Thank you for the ask🥰🥰 i'm glad you are enjoying my blog🥰🥰

#ysblf #yo soy betty la fea #betty la fea #armando mendoza #beatriz pinzon solano #beatriz pinzón solano #armando ysblf #betty ysblf

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stillness-in-green · 8 months

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Just a small thought that popped into my head but I like to think that the advisors had some degree of trust from the League because when PLW started the electric advisor made a comment about how this happened because they were waiting for Shigaraki implying that he and by extension the other advisors knew that Shigaraki would be away for a few months and take that in comparison to Hawks where based on his conversation with Twice he didn’t even know that Shigaraki was away and I doubt the OG MLA leadership would tell anyone about Shigarakis whereabouts without the Leagues approval

Hi again, @plf-advisor-stan! Yes, yeah, absolute, I do think it’s clear that the advisors were more privy (as in, specifically informed as part of the planning stages, rather than furtively included thanks to Twice’s good nature) to the details of Shigaraki’s absence. I don’t know if it’s a huge difference, given the way Taser Face phrases his line? “Waiting for Shigaraki or whatever,” does not suggest Taser Face has a deep understanding of what exactly they were waiting for.

Still, even that’s enough to suggest that the League and the MLA were actively planning their assault as a group, not that e.g. the MLA planned this whole thing while the League hung around in fancy suites running up Re-Destro’s credit cards for months on end.

Taser Face is specifically Mr. Compress’s Number 1, and I can definitely see Sako being a little flippant or vague about Shigaraki’s whereabouts. That’s not because I think Sako doesn’t trust his advisors, per se—if anything, I think the evidence favors Sako being pretty all-in on the PLF! Rather, I doubt Sako himself is 100% clear on what exactly Shigaraki and Ujiko are doing, and I very much doubt that Sako would relish having to admit his ignorance when he could just play cagey instead.

As to Hawks's side of this, it’s a bit puzzling to me, the contrast between the idea that Hawks (+the HPSC) is able to get aaaaaall this information about the MLA—their bases, their command structure, their members, the details of their plans—and yet know so very little about what I would consider to be extremely basic information about how the League changed after Deika.

He didn’t know about Toga’s quirk evolution from Twice’s rambling or from cozying up to Skeptic, both of whom seemed to trust him fully and the latter of whom had no love for Toga that might have led to him respecting her agency in who gets to know about her powers. Nor did Hawks find out about it from just the rank and file’s discussion of how things went in Deika—like that Toga was able to use a power she shouldn’t have had access to. Even more egregiously, he didn’t hear about Shigaraki’s awakening, which I would certainly assume people who were on-scene were able to figure out from having to flee a rapidly expanding, crumbling crater, something that certainly doesn’t reflect Re-Destro’s power set.

If it were just the rest of the League withholding details about themselves because they were still wary of Hawks, that’d be fine, but the MLA had direct experience with that stuff, too. It can’t really be that the League specifically ordered the MLA not to talk about them, because not only would that be banking on Hawks not being able to wheedle a single new MLA -> PLF convert into talking about it (unlikely, with how highly Hawks’ social skills are touted), but if had been the League saying not to talk to Hawks about them, Twice wouldn’t have cited Skeptic’s spying as the reason he shouldn’t be confiding in Hawks about Shigaraki’s whereabouts. But if the MLA/Skeptic were still being cagey about what they told Hawks, how was he able to find out so much?

Anyway, sorry to derail enthusing about the PLF with complaining about writing discrepancies. Thanks for the ask!

#bnha #plf advisors #meta liberation army #flyboy the red #stillness answers #plf-advisor-stan

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anindecisivespirit · 2 years

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(Trollhunters spoilers!)

Angor Rot really did deserve better.

His soul was stolen and he was basically a slave for who even knows how long, and then every time he died (except the last) he was forcefully brought right back to serve again.

He tried to work with Jim, made a deal that would benifit both of them greatly- and sure, we can't know for sure if he would have honored his end of things, but I do believe he would've. Like. At this point, he has nothing really personal against Jim- maybe Claire after she took the staff but that's not quite important here. He does have VERY personal problems with Strickler and Morgana (who Gunmar serves and is going to free if he gets out, which Strickler's plans were leading to)- so severing the soulbond with Barbara and killing Strickler would be easy, bring justice to Strickler and prevent Morgana's return. Also, it is a very good "thanks for my soul back (sort of), sorry for trying to slaughter you and your friends, lets never interact again" gift for Jim.

He flipped out and attacked Jim but 1) in his perspective Jim just suddenly appeared in his cave and that's not cool. 2) Jim was very clearly going to try and put the ring on, so I am not going to be blaming Angor for trying to stop/kill him before he could. The man just wants to be free.

He very clearly hates everything Morgana and Gunmar do, though he does stay with them- and sure, he can't be controlled anymore but what was he meant to do? Morgana would have dragged him back if he left and killed/imprisoned/controlled him if he fought against them. I'm sure about this. But he still voices disagreements, he still calls them out, he still saves Draal after empathizing with him.

And then there's the final battle with Morgana, and Angor betrays her. At this point he does have solid reason to hate Jim and all his friends, but stopping Morgana is leagues more important. I don't think he would've turned on them if he'd survived after she was defeated either, I think he'd want to rest. To finally, for once, rest.

But he doesn't survive. Instead, Jim kills him- or at least starts the process. Sure, Angor was restraining Morgana and it was an opportunity that they could not miss, but. Did he have to impale them both? Did he really? Angor isn't even mad, he accepts it, gives a last line, "well played, trollhunter", he might even approve. But did it have to happen? Morgana may finish the job, but he was already dying. The pieces of his statue are, if I remember correctly, sent into the shadow realm.

And then. They don't even kill Morgana. Not because they didn't want to, it's because they couldn't, and I accept that, but. It feels so bitter. It's unfair.

And what happened to Morgana? She's trapped in the shadow realm, imprisoned in the very same place where Angor now lays dead, in pieces. The Witch and her Champion, inseparable even now. (and if she managed to revive him again? a nightmare.)

And maybe the worst thing is what we see in Wizards; they go back in time, Morgana begins her descent into villainy, and she's cast off a cliff into the water below. Dead. And Angor finds her. In this time of war and hate and bloodshed, in this time humans and magic are at each others throats, when Angor has no reason to sympathize with a human... he carries her body to shore.

Angor cares. Angor is kind. Angor doesn't see a fallen enemy or collateral damage- and also, trolls eat humans, Gunmar talks about this, but Angor doesn't fish Morgana's body from the water to eat as if she were some fish or something. Not even close.

He takes her because even if she's dead already she should be shown this respect at least. He lays her on the bank, he prays for her in death, and then he leaves. And the Arcane Order take her body, so easy to find and reach thanks to Angor, and they bring her back to life.

They bring her back and she rises to power and eventually Angor comes to her for help, and we all know how that ends.

Angor cared for the soul of a stranger, and so got his taken away.

#i do think that angor might have seen the peace in death #maybe even thought it prefferable to living like he has #but I also don't believe he *wanted* to die #he fights tooth and nail to live. to reclaim his soul. to be FREE.#I think he would have been happy to get to be free AND survive #he'd probably be at least mostly solitary #but I imagine him sitting in the forest on a clear night. the sounds of the forest are comforting.#he has no enemy to be wary of. he has no target or prey to hunt.#the light of the stars is so much gentler now.#i imagine him smiling. not out of malice or pride or anything of the sort. he smiles because... well.#because I like to imagine that he is happy.#but that's not what happens #he dies. his 'master' outlives him. he is forgotten. he dies and it's not even that that let's them defeat morgana.#he dies for nothing.#anyway. this is your cue to write more fanfic and draw more art centering around/including angor.#I expect to see angor content on my desk by the end of the week.#I don't care if it's angst or comedy or fluff or hurt/comfort #I just want to see my boy #angor rot #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa #morgana #jim lake jr #wizards

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury · 1 year

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Let’s Read Comics! With Samantha and her Girlfriend :D

And in this winter holiday season, what better than a tale of Batman facing off with a certain frozen fiend and his cold blooded plans?

I speak of course...of Killer Moth

No, not really, it’s a Mr Freeze story :D

Me: HOLY MANSLAUGHTER DUE TO CHILD ENDANGERMENT BATMAN

My Girlfriend: Robin’s gift this year shall be the ICY HAND OF DEATH

Me: I don’t now poetry, but I know what I like

AND I DON’T LIKE THAT

My Girlfriend: Our unseen poet is no Sylvia Plath, that much is already clear

The poet continues their verse about a Gotham destroyed in a wintry apocalypse, the prose getting more purple by the minute….

My Girlfriend: This makes Little Nell’s death in the Old Curiosity Shop look downright understated

Me: I just can’t tell what emotions the writer is trying to conjure up here

My Girlfriend: Chris Claremont just off to the side going “You need to tone it down”

It turns out our mystery poet is a member of the gang of a certain Frosty Felon…

Me: I really hope this issue actually turns into a heartwarming seasonal comedy where Mr Freeze gets his henchman to go back to college, finish that creative writing course and become a published author

My Girlfriend: “Just because I’m a villain doesn’t mean I don’t support the arts”

Me: But the crusty and bitter old dean doesn’t approve of supervillain henchmen at his college

AND HIINX WILL ENSUE

My Girlfriend: During which the dean will learn that it’s not him teaching these kids…the kids have been teaching HIM this whole time

Me: Rated PG-13 for rude humor and mild comedy peril

My Girlfriend: Let’s make this film

Me: The real villain here is capitalism

My Girlfriend: Wait

He “Doesn’t deal in fantasy”?

YOU ARE WORKING FOR AN ICE MAN WITH A SNOW GUN

Freeze’s response to Lou asking him why he wants to murder a whole city of people is a succinct “Why not?”

Me: Well so long as there’s a good reason

My Girlfriend: It’s not often you see “Because I can” as a motivation for mass murder but here we are

Freeze rants that “Everything bad that has happened to him” all happened in Gotham

Me: “And instead of blaming the people responsible I’ll just blame the whole city”

My Girlfriend: SOUND REASONING

Freeze talks about his silver age origin…how back when he was “Mr Zero” he experimented with his ice gun and it backfired, turning him into a man unable to live in temperatures above zero

My Girlfriend: Wait where the hell is Nora in all this

Me: She does not exist in his past yet

My Girlfriend: Only in comics does that answer make sense

Me: Comics or Doctor Who

Me: You’re going to be amazed to hear this

But the writer who gave this brilliantly conceived dialogue to the one black man in the story is in fact white

My Girlfriend: I am SHOOK

Lou questions how Mr Freeze’s plan could possibly work, declaring it “Too wild”

Me: Lou is a real negative “Glass half empty” kind of person

My Girlfriend: I am impressed he has the guts to tell the supervillain to his face that his scheme is batshit though

Me: Freeze encourages an open dialogue and free exchange of ideas among his minions

My Girlfriend: “Huh

I WAS wondering why you had us build that giant ice gun”

Me: Just so we’re clear here

Freeze’s plan is to rob a bank with a giant ice cannon

So he can afford to build an even bigger giant ice cannon

I have some notes on this plan

My Girlfriend: “And with this even larger ice cannon we shall rob a larger bank and buy what we need to build a yet larger ice cannon!”

Me: “Boss, what if we used the money for something other than ice cannons”

My Girlfriend: WHAT MADNESS ARE YOU SPEAKING

My Girlfriend: “Don’t worry Lou

I’m still perfectly sane and rational

I only plan to freeze and entire city so that I can fight a man in a bat costume to the death”

Me: “Thank god you put my mind at ease like that boss”

Freeze declares that for a time Gotham will be his “Personal domain of ice”

Me: “Because I am a theme villain in case you hadn’t noticed”

My Girlfriend: He’s committed to his aesthetic

Lou tells Freeze’s Poet Minion “You’ve got magic in that hand…and you’re abusing it!”

My Girlfriend: “And my mother always told me if you do that too much you’ll go blind!”

Me: REBECCA

My Girlfriend: You are a bad influence on me

Lou adds that the poet gives “Vision to the wild ideas” of Mr Freeze and “Becomes the architect of his madness”

Me: When he’s done with this lecture Lou is off to tell congress how Grand Theft Auto and rap music are to blame for mass shootings and then claim “Porn Addiction” is a real thing

My Girlfriend: “Sure I may work for Mr Freeze and rob and kill for him but the real culprit in all of this is POETRY”

Me: With his burning hatred of literature, Lou could have a bright future as a Republican congressman

My Girlfriend: Samantha he’s a felon connected to a serial killer

He could be PRESIDENT

And soon at a Gotham bank

Me: Oh no!

THOSE GUARDS WERE JUST TWO DAYS AWAY FROM RETIREMENT!

My Girlfriend: RETIRONY

Me: Can I just say I miss when villains did stuff like this?

Robbed banks?

Not every plot has to be a cosmic crisis DC, sometimes we just want a man in a snowglobe helmet to rob places with a big ice gun

My Girlfriend: Simpler times

One of the guards draws his pistol as the bank collapses causing his fellow guard to remark “Put that gun away! You gonna shoot an earthquake?”

Me: “IT HAS TO BE WORTH A TRY”

My Girlfriend: “Prove to me that it wouldn’t work”

Me: WEL THAT’S GRIM

My Girlfriend: Did the Poet Minion actually compose verse about the two dead guards WHILE they were murdering them with their ice quake?

Me: Too soon, Poet Minion

TOO SOON

Freeze and his minions loot the Bank Vault with Freeze declaring “It’ll be a cold day in hell before they figure out this one”

Me: Yes

A crime involving ice being committed in Gotham?

It will be a puzzler to test the mind of the worlds greatest detective who could be responsible

My Girlfriend: “WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?”

Me: “My money is on Firefly”

Speaking of Gotham’s resident detective, at Stately Wayne Manor, home of Billionaire Orphan Bruce Wayne

Me: I love the idea that Gordon carries some kind of Bat Torch and sometimes he just waves it at the sky

My Girlfriend: “Look if you can think of a more efficient way to get in contact with someone far away I’d like to hear it”

Arriving at the Bank, Gordon explains what happened, putting down the ice everywhere to a “Strange geological phenomenom”

My Girlfriend: I can REALLY see why the GCPD can’t solve a single case without Batman around

Me: “A bank robbery where everything is covered in ice?

This must be a freak natural occurrence and not the work of the man who robs banks using ice weapons”

My Girlfriend: Wait, if he didn’t think this was a robbery why the hell did he call Batman?

Me: It’s a little known fact that Batman is the best geologist in all of Gotham

My Girlfriend: The best BAT-geologist

My Girlfriend: “Talk to witnesses of a crime?

What kind of detective work is that”

Me: “You’d be amazed how much law enforcement work involves just deciding who the bad guy is and then beating them up”

Meanwhile, with supporting characters Julia Pennyworth and Vicki Vale

My Girlfriend: Wait, why is she white?

Me: OH MY GOD REBECCA

You can’t ask someone why they’re white!

My Girlfriend: S A M A N T H A

Me: In all seriousness this was the silver age Julia

I think she got erased in the Crisis? Or Zero Hour? Or possibly Infinite Crisis?

My Girlfriend: DC does a LOT of retcons

Me: I wonder if there’s some kind of counselling service for people whose loved ones get erased by time fuckery

My Girlfriend: Don’t make the pun your thinking of making

Me: CRISIS COUNSELLING

My Girlfriend: PUN JAIL

Vicki is confused by Julia’s remark about her parents, saying that she thought her father was “Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s butler”

My Girlfriend: Has she not seen Pennyworth?

Alfred is a man of action!

Me: HE WILL BUTTLE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU

My Girlfriend: HE WILL TUCK YOU UP LIKE A KIPPER

Julia explains she was raised by a freedom fighter and that also her bio-dad was a spy

Me: I love how casually she brings this up

My Girlfriend: Oh yeah before he was a butler my dad was James Bond, also my adopted dad fought tyranny in far off nations

Vicki says that bringing Julia along on this assignment will keep her in her sight “And away from Bruce Wayne”

Me: “As your employer I am going to use my power over you to interfere in your personal life for my own benefit!”

My Girlfriend: “What the hell are ethics”

Julia assures Vicki that she’s not into Bruce Wayne…she’s into the Batman!

Me: OH THE IRONY

My Girlfriend: Sounds like we’re on a collision course with some romantic misunderstandings

Me: I CAN’T WAIT

Back with Batman, Robin and Gordon…

My Girlfriend: Is….

Is he being sarcastic here?

Me: THE ENTIRE CRIME SCENE IS COVERED IN ICE

My Girlfriend: I think Gordon needs an eye test for those “Fumbling eyes” of his

Me: “WHAT SUBTLE CLUE HELPED YOU SOLVE THIS FIENDISH MYSTERY”

Gordon asks Batman what he plans to do and Bruce replies that he’s going to catch Mr Freeze

Me: “You’re going to catch the criminal who committed this crime?

I never would have thought of that!”

My Girlfriend: It’s those maverick ways and unconventional thinking of his that make Batman such an invaluable ally to the GCPD in their war on crime

Vicki and Julia have also arrived at the scene

Me: Oh that horny Bullock!

My Girlfriend: Hard to believe this city has such a soaring crime rate when it has such competent and dedicated law officers on the case

Me: Apparently all it takes is two women sort of flirting at him for this guy to let them wander into an active crime scene

My Girlfriend: The kind of professionalism we’ve come to expect from Gothams Finest here

My Girlfriend: “Just hold me tight Julia”?

>.>

Me: I’m starting to suspect there’s another reason why Vicki doesn’t want Julia dating Bruce Wayne

My Girlfriend: Vicki is out to prove she can do everything as a professional journalist that a man can

Including having sex with her assistant

Me: I SUPPORT HER GOALS

But our potentially sapphic double act plummet into the icy chasm left by Freeze’s diabolical ICE CANNON!

Batman and Robin rush into action while an irate Gordon declares “Just wait till I get my hands on the idiot who let them approach that hole!”

Me: “Are we just done with phrasing?”

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA NO

Me: SAMANTHA YES

Me: Calling her Toots

Talking about her “First time”

I’m starting to legitimately ship this as a Crack Ship now

My Girlfriend: There has to be at least one Julia/Vicki femslash fanfic out there

Me: If there isn’t I am gonna write one

My Girlfriend: You have like two dozen unfinished books you do not have time to be writing femslash crack fic about an obscure silver age pairing

Me: OR DO I

Bruce and Robin head in after the ladies as Bullock apologises to Gordon…

Me: “SO I CAN HANG YOU”

My Girlfriend: Well THAT was dark

Me: You know Gordon was thinking it

Meanwhile, back at Stately Wayne Manor, home of Billionaire Orphan Bruce Wayne

Me: “Damn!

The one thing I didn’t predict when I came up with this brilliant deception…that a child welfare official would want to check on the welfare of a child!”

My Girlfriend: She masterfully outwitted his clever ruse!

Me: It was no match for the unpredictable development of her doing the one thing her job actually requires her to do that she said she’d come here for

The outraged child welfare woman asks Alfred “Do you realise it’s eleven o clock?”

Me: DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR CHILDREN ARE?

My Girlfriend: “I keep telling you, NO”

She says that this will all look pretty bad for Bruce in her report adding that it’s especially bad that Jason lives there “Without benefit of legal adoption papers”

My Girlfriend: I’m sorry wait what?

Could she say that again I think I had something stupid in my eye and must have misread that line

Me: ITS GENUINELY CANON THAT BRUCE WAYNE JUST INVITES ORPHANS TO LIVE WITH HIM

My Girlfriend: “You do realise that’s not how adoption works, right?”

Me: “I’m sorry, my head is a little hazy, what with all the herbal inhalants

They curb anxiety”

While back with Mr Freeze…

My Girlfriend: Okay is this issue actually a comedy?

Me: Mr Freeze demonstrating his brilliant management skills here

My Girlfriend: “Boss, I’m just saying maybe there’s a better way to make our getaway than lugging a giant ice cannon around with us”

Me: “AND I SAY SHUT UP OR CATCH THESE ICE HANDS”

And who is behind them?

Well

Me: He’s afraid his condition has left him COLD to their pleas of mercy!

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA

Me: “OKAY EVERYONE

CHILL”

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA NO

Back with Robin and Batman, Bruce has deduced his hunch about Mr Freeze was right while Robin remarks he wishes he was wearing long pants

Me: “Seriously Batman I am going to get hypothermia”

My Girlfriend: “Not to worry old chum, your replacement is already waiting at the Orphanarium”

Back with Freeze, there is discontent among his villainous band…

Me: I’m starting to think this might be a hostile work environment

My Girlfriend: Still better than working at Twitter under Elon Musk

Me: Well that goes without saying

My Girlfriend: Hard to believe that announcing his intention to turn against Freeze and swipe some of his loot ended badly for this unarmed regular man with his back turned

Me: “THAT LOOT IS FOR A GOOD CAUSE

THE CAUSE OF GIANT ICE CANNONS”

Me: “GET TO DA CHOPPAH!”

My Girlfriend: That’s not even from the right movie!

Batman makes short work of most of Freeze’s henchmen….

My Girlfriend: “Yes that…that was implied by what I said”

Me: “My ice gun will make you dead Batman!”

My Girlfriend: “ONLY IF IT KILLS ME”

Me: Freeze is determined to KICK SOME ICE here

My Girlfriend: I will make you sleep outside in the yard I swear to god

Freeze’s poetry minion makes the unwise decision of grabbing hold of the barrel of the ice cannon…which promptly freezes his hands solid before Robin knocks him out

Me: “It seems he’s lost his hands, after a lifetime of having hands”

My Girlfriend: HOW IRONIC

Me: Nice to know that Robin doesn’t let a little thing like a man being in agonising pain prevent him from upper cut-ing him in the head though

My Girlfriend: Truly he is a heroic role model

Me: “YOUR NOT TAKING ME TO THE COOLAH”

My Girlfriend: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

My Girlfriend: It’s terrifying to think just how many times Quentin Tarantino and Joss Whedon may have masturbated to this scene >.>

Me: WHY

Would you put that mental image in my head

Why would you hurt me like this

My Girlfriend: This is my revenge for your ice puns

Me: NOOOOOOOO

Mr Freeze begins to monologue that he’s finally going to ICE the Batman (My Girlfriend: BOOOOOOOOOO) after so many defeats at his hands…

Me: “I’m surely about to win and definitely won’t be foiled at the last minute!

My Girlfriend: “What would the odds of THAT be

However the ladies do indeed manage to dislodge part of the ice, the collision throwing Freeze off balance

Me: It’s like they always say

You win using ice death traps…you lose using ice death traps

My Girlfriend: Literally no one has ever said that

Me: See?

Bruce loves ice puns as well :D

My Girlfriend: Damn you Batman, don’t encourage her

Me: He thinks that they’re very…COOL :D

My Girlfriend: (Pterodactyl screech)

And as Freeze is arrested for Ice Crimes….

My Girlfriend: Vicki

WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR FRIEND MAKING OUT WITH BATMAN

Me: They are for her “Personal use” later

My Girlfriend: I shall not kinkshame her weirdly specific fetish

Me: “AW YEAH

THAT’S IT

GET IT JUIA

GET THAT BAT-DICK”

But our story is not over, for soon, back at the Bat-cave

Me: “Stop recapping my weird and overly complicated love life at once”

My Girlfriend: “NEVER”

However the light hearted tone comes to an end as they get some bad news…

Me: “I can’t believe that Gotham Child Welfare thinks I’m endangering Jason!

Anyway

On an unrelated note Jason and I just got back from fighting a mad scientist with an ice gun who wanted to freeze the entire city to death”

My Girlfriend: Bruce would NEVER allow anything bad to happen to Jason!

Why when I think of the name “Jason Todd” the first thing I think of is how totally safe that kid was

Me: TOO SOON

My Girlfriend: You started it!

And so our issue comes to an end….

Final Thoughts

My Girlfriend: Finally I am safe from your ice puns

Me: I am sorry that they left you COLD

My Girlfriend: >:(

Me: That’s the last one, honest

My Girlfriend: I’d love to believe that….

Me: Mr Freeze certainly gets points for ambition in this story

My Girlfriend: And no points to the GCPD who apparently need the worlds greatest detective that a crime committed using ice was committed by the ice criminal

Me: Freeze was just TOO SUBTLE for them

My Girlfriend: HIS IS A FIENDISH MIND

Me: I love how Bruce is just absolutely shook that Gotham’s Child Welfare might have some problems with him illegally adopting random orphans and yeeting them at supervillains

My Girlfriend: “Wait child endangerment laws are a thing?

SINCE WHEN”

Me: But at least that one henchman will never again threaten the world with the evil of poetry

My Girlfriend: TRULY A NOBLE VICTORY FOR JUSTICE

Me: Happy holidays babe

My Girlfriend: Awwwwwwwwww :D

#DC #Comics #Let's Read Comics

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firespirited · 6 months

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The event was the most sedate 'protest' I've ever been to.

I gave sis a quick opsec rundown before we left the house, locked my phone with a pattern and switched off, pointed out the various cops (1 for about every 5 people) found a bench and sat myself down. I was the only person wearing a mask and was expecting more of a somber vigil than the friendly hopeful chatty meet up, pain and emotional whiplash made me want to wait and see if people would engage with me rather than the opposite.

The event was organised by the local unions, lefties and greens and the league for defense of human rights. I quickly twigged that the reason they were so chill is that they've spent half the year clashing violently for workers rights and against police violence so a quiet meet with no slogans and no signs is a very different experience. One guy had spent the day before kettled by police until a judge approved the pro Palestine march in a city two hours away and the police had to retreat.

[The human rights folks have offices about 500m from our building, I remember coming across it in a cul de sac while looking for a post box and wondering if I got much weller, would they'd be interested in a fluent translator, I'd rise to the challenge of learning legalese and handle patois/créoles pretty well in both languages.]

Sis made some connections: chatted about accessibility and ecology with two people then after about 15 minutes the union leader read out a pre-approved statement which had been carefully worded: anti war crimes, pro accountability, pro human rights, condemnation of backlash against jews and muslims and a quick acknowledgement of last week's peaceful pro Palestine meet that got banned.

There were few young people and one woman in a veil, I'm guessing they either travelled to where clear protest is allowed or are trying to stay under the radar. There are a lot of muslim locals who feel it isn't their business, twenty years of being dragged for every muslim or north african action is exhausting. Being accepted as your own 'thing' means staying away from politics or having to answer twenty bad faith questions from randos. Just on the way to the meet, I got a crypto-racist rant from a dude we know and couldn't get a word in edgeways to counter.

-------

I took monday 'off' to reflect a little on having to witness the horrors from your house to the news throughout our lives and how much your mind resorts to dramatic threats 'just stop caring about everything then' or even just going numb in tantrums. (I was hoping to have a chance to mourn in some way but that didn't happen either so that's still heavy and may never fade.)

And just how hard it was to tap into hope even while surrounded by people who have fought losing battles their whole lives and kept the faith. I'm really touched by a lot of local initiatives that are doing a lot of good and am heavily invested in the food bank, family planning and social rehab programs.

But yeah, the idea that even all of us protesting could override the weapons manufacturers and defence ministry's investments in a strategic middle eastern country just makes a inner cynical voice laugh and that's very ugly and it's much stronger these days.

The ugliness has been there for as long as I remember, way back to childhood talks about how to handle bullying gracefully by patronising teachers and how we'll save the planet by remembering to switch off the lights and taps like half the class wasn't rationing electric use and wearing winter clothes at home.

I have not made peace with my inner nihilist side. We co-exist in a constant clash, it's not that I have a hopeful side to counter balance her but I shut her up with action I guess. Fighting becoming spiteful with spite, what a mess... It produces hope in others so at least I have anecdotal evidence on my not hopeful but not completely resigned side LMAO.

But I couldn't even fake hope for show, I kept my mouth shut but I wasn't encouraging to sis either. Have to 'hope' being present was enough and keep on keeping on in my own little ways.

You tell yourself everyone is complicated and fractured then you meet people who truly honestly believe in the inherent goodness of humanity and the universe and you and your monsters are thrown in stark relief.

#Saf #ramblings #Long post

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mistahgrundy · 2 years

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Please help Rowan

https://www.gofundme.com/f/hp3x4-help-me-not-lose-my-home?member=17624197&sharetype=teams&utm_campaign=p_na+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer

I know their go fund me looks fully funded but it’s not, that’s the goal that was set back in december and they haven’t updated it. They still need help.

Rowan was kicked from their house in their teens (I’m sorry I’m using they/them because I’m not entirely sure on their pronouns I think it might be he/him but I don’t want to assume) for being queer. They spent some time being homeless and then finally got out of that and went back to school to become a mortician when they got diagnosed with cancer

Since 2020 I’ve been posting in a PMF thread called Passing Time In Chemotherapy: A Diary, which has been equal parts me talking about fighting Stage Four Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and being given two months to live, and equal parts screaming about how horrible the American Healthcare System is and trying to make a case for universal healthcare. Briefly I went into remission and then my cancer returned. I also have Stage 1 breast cancer. These last two weeks I have been in the hospital with a kidney disease likely brought on by my chemotherapy treatments, and a lung disease which I need tests to rule out that it’s lung cancer. The problem is I need $4500 to continue receiving care because I am am several hundred thousands dollars in debt due to my chemotherapy. Each chemo treatment cost me $50k after insurance, which no sane person has, so the debt has built up to the point where I am being held hostage for micropayments in the thousands of dollars range in order to receive life saving treatments. I received mod approval to post a GoFundMe I set up in order to pay just for December healthcare bills. I will either lose treatment or lose my home, and I was recently homeless over a year a few years ago and would not like to repeat the experience. My wife is permanently disabled after her battle with Ovarian Cancer (and needs another $800 down payment foe a surgery but that’s ANOTHER can of worms). Basically, without goon help, I am fucked. I have zero plans for Christmas or any holidays this season because I’m too busy fighting to keep my home and my health. My GFM is nearly halfway funded as it is, and on the off chance that it gets overfunded the excess will go towards my wife’s surgery. Both my GFM page and my PMF thread show I am very transparent with where the money goes and what it’s spent on, so no worries there. You can find my GoFundMe here! I intent to post an update to it this evening to keep everyone up to date with health stuff. If you would rather donate something other than money, which I totally get, I have an Amazon wishlist here which is mostly household things we need and food for the cats. I will happily post pictures of them in the thread. They are very sweet baby who cry if a stranger comes to the apartment and doesn’t pick them up. I’ll try to stay on top of removing items from the wishlist as they get bought. I’m not very good with signing off posts, but if anyone has any questions about Lymphona or chemo or the american healthcare system (or just want to see cat photos!) please feel free to ask and I’ll answer as best I can! Thank you in advance for your generosity and kindness. Bless. Edit 12/10: It was suggested that I throw my Venmo in the OP for those who would rather donate that way! Venmo: @moringottos Paypal (please ignore my deadname it’s a nightmare to change): paypal.me/necromancermoons

This is their update today, May 25 2022:

The minimum payments for my medical bills in arrears (mostly chemo) comes out of my bank account automatically to prevent them from suing me over it. I’ve already used my one (1) free grace period of “please give me a few more days before you take my money” according to the lady on the phone, so I’m left with $0.11 in my bank account with several bills, including rent, looming on the horizon. The electric company has already made it very clear they will not hesitate to cut off my power if I even act like I’m going to be late. What do you even do when faced with this level of “fuck you entirely”? I keep telling myself that people are inherently good, but between this and the news and the man at the insurance company writing me a polite email that says “if you have another cancer, try dying this time”, I’m starting to have a hard time with it.

May 18, 2022 7:32 PM

Due to some concerning test results my oncologist is now pushing for testing for multiple myeloma. MM killed my birth dad. I think I may have sorta blacked out during half of what she said. I asked her if it was usual to have this sort of insane cancerous comorbidity, she said it’s not impossible. The imagining center got back to me FINALLY. They said even though my insurance is up in the air and they usually require payment at time of service, my doctors have been hounding them enough that they will let me have a payment plan for x-rays and scans costs. I’ve had enough biopsies that the MM tests don’t scare me like they would have two years ago. Immediately after my lung biopsy I threw up a ton of blackish blood so I feel inoculated to the trauma. Anyways at this point it feels silly, like my body is throwing this massive temper tantrum that it doesn’t want to be here anymore and it’s like “understandable, but consider: we can’t let capitalism win”. Also god won’t let me die because then I’ll be his problem.

the threads: https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3987338&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=1 I believe this one isn’t paywalled

https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3916924 but this one might be, this is their diary of day to days of discovering the cancer (they went to the hospital for covid originally). warning: this thread might be very upsetting and hard to read if you have hospital or cancer trauma. or even without

#please reblog and boost #fuck cancer

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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Is there an AU where Becky is evil but Steven never became Two-Brains? I haven't been able to get it out of my head since seeing Lilos wonderful addition to that evil WordGirl post.

I'm glad you liked his designs.

I have actually created an au you are talking about on discord that was talked with liloskull and melody along with another user called Nuggie. The premise of the au is where Becky takes the mouse theme for her self and she is an agent of chaos. Let me copy some of the chats and show what I put on there for here:

I do have an au where Wordgirl does become a villain, not the reverse au idea, but rather that Becky becomes a villain known as Mousekit (she has the mouse theme) she is like a regular thief. Only she steals mostly for the fun of it, to prove that she can steal anything. She does take pony stuff or her favorite things to keep. She also helps villains with stealing stuff. She returns other stuff later when nobody notices, just to tease them that she can easily steal from them. Steven does not become TB in this au. Huggy is also not in this au either. The main hero is Amazo Guy. See Becky's motivation for villainy is the fun of it. She has read her dad's book on heroes and found the idea to become a hero pretty dull and overworking. Villainy is a lot more fun. She is actually behaved in her civilian life and doesn't harm citizens, just messes with them. Steven does know about his kids villainy, while he doesn't approve of it and believes she could use her abilities for something better, he still is emotionally supportive of her because it makes her happy and relaxed.

Tobey is still a villain and tries to do a team up with her because of his crush on her. She sometimes messes with him by taking one of his robots and putting it on a tall building. The villains also like to do team ups with her.

I also imagine Amazo Guy when he catches Becky, just takes her back to Steven rather than jail.

Becky waves sheepishly: Hey dad

Steven sighs in tired dad: Thank you for bringing her back again Amazo.

I always thought of this Becky not wanting to achieve the goal of top villain, but rather just doing villainy for the enjoyment Granny May and the Butcher have.

fun crimes - robbing the bank of their money and scattering it around like a shower

special crimes - stealing the entire warehouse of pretty princess and magic pony merch and placing them in her home.

Steven: just walks home after a long day at work and sees his house stuffed with PP merchandise.

I also imagine how kid math will be in this au. He might find Steven after encounter Mousekit with Amazo to help him learn hero stuff. Not knowing Mouskit is his kid. also funny idea. Kid Math blabbering a plan to stop Mousekit in front of Steven and Amazo Guy, and Becky quietly sitting in the background while Amazo and Steven are trying to get him to calm down. I was thinking Becky kind of helping him out because his plans are too over the top, but she does it in a sneaky and subtle way. Poor Rex thinks Becky is being a good citizen helping him catch a crook. Nor realizing she is the crook herself. Kind of like how TB helps kid math in canon.

News Caster: This just in Mouskit has stolen all the new PP action figures from the mall. Steven: drinks his coffee while watching Becky play with the stolen figures.

Exposition Guy: help Mousekit is working with the Butcher and they are both robbing the bank. Steven sitting with Amazo Guy in his lab: Buddy, the police station's on the first floor.

Also Becky would steal and frame people she thinks are jerks or just generally dislikes.

Steven is like, sweetie I love you, I would protect you from any harm, but please stop robbing from Reginald. This is the fifth time the man's an emotional sobbing mess.also in the episode where Victoria steals becky's trophy. Becky just steals it right back plus the other trophies Victoria has stolen from other people. She does a robin hood moment when she gives the stolen trophies back because those people deserved them for their hard work. She would also feel bad since the same thing happened to her.

Also this scenario: Policeman: Excuse me sir, have you seen the villain Mousekit anywhere here. She was spotted in your area after stealing the general's jeep straight out of the army base.

Steven internally: SHE STOLE AN ARMY JEEP! OH THAT GIRL IS SO GROUNDED WHEN SHE GET'S HOME. Steven externally: Um no officer. I have not seen her at all today.

Steven sees Becky reading his hero book: Aww my baby wants to become a superhero. That's so wholesome and brave hearted of her.

Steven later sees Becky steal stuff: Welp I don't know how to parent an alien child apparently.

Yeah Becky is good natured in this au, but also she is also a chaotic force. When Violet becomes the Framer, Becky stops doing Villainous stuff for a while because she does not want her friend to get hurt. Steven: Hey Becky where did you get those unicorn and pony stickers? Becky: Oh from the store. Exposition Guy: Help, someone just robbed the sticker store of all it's unicorn and pony stickers!. Steven:😒

Becky innocent expression Well I did say I got them from the store.

Steven in this au is just a coffee dad form of Two Brains that is done with everything.

I am sorry for how disorganized this is anon. I couldn't copy all the text chats from my friends on discord involved in this also Tumbler has me on a character limit for this post so yeah. Hope you enjoy this idea anyway. I also don't know how to screenshot chats from discord.

@melodythebunny @liloskull343 and Nuggie - who ever your username is on tumblr. I don't remember which one it is.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #answered ask #steven boxleitner #dr two brains #melodythebunny #becky boxleitner au #liloskull343 #amazo guy #nuggie #villain becky au #mousekit #discord chats #anonymous

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cosmichighpriestess · 2 years

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This is how I deal with anxiety.

For my empaths. So as a sensitive psychic, intuitive I can feel other's energy before I walk into any place. I can read people almost instantly and I can see what's going on inside that person almost right away. I can read their minds. So you can imagine that the energy is very intense for me when I go out to do normal things like everyone else. Crowds are intense for me. I can feel the depression of that person, the insecurities, the anxiety, the sadness or happiness of that person. I will usually burn some Palo santo before and after I go anywhere and/or spray the mist version. I carry my crystals with me for energy and hold them. I will take deep breaths before I go anywhere, I calm down my heartbeat, and I remember that I get my own approval first from within. I remember not to be in a people pleaser mode, yet still remain kind to others with the intention and goal of making someone's day wherever I go. I remind myself that I love myself when I'm standing or sitting next to anyone, especially when I can tell they are judging me based off superficial things.

I will say to myself I love myself in my head and that I am perfect the way I am right now even if I have a bruise on my leg, or anything sticking to me or an unknown stain on my shirt or something probably from ash I was burning earlier. I remind myself that no one cares or notices those things and if they do that's strange they noticed and cared. Also, I remember I am in a simulation and nothing matters because I'm the only one in the room, they are all in their own world and I'm in mine so I can do whatever I want in my reality. If you've listened to Bashar you'll know what I'm talking about. I also breathe deeply and stay in the moment, be your authentic self and really try to have fun because again nothing matters so I can do whatever I want as long as I'm not hurting others or myself. By the way, this may be hilarious to you but many others experience extreme anxiety and I assure you it's debilitating as a sensitive. I also remember no one cares what I'm wearing, they care more about what they are doing and wearing to care what I look like. Even if I'm semi dressed up which I usually am, I remind myself that no one cares. Another trick I've learned from gen z is to go outside, go out, as a joke. Like okay, I'll go to the bank today and workout today but only as a joke because I don't take anything that seriously and I can trick my mind into thinking I'm going outside but only as a joke, to laugh at a situation, to laugh at myself, to entertain myself, while still treating others with respect, but to trick your mind into thinking we're only going to go do something action-based as a joke and laugh at everything.

Another tip, if you loved Harry Potter growing up you'll remember the invisibility cloak. So, I just imagine I'm invisible with a cloak on if I don't feel like getting a lot of attention that day. My spirit team helps shield me so I become unnoticeable. It works everytime. Another thing, I do NOT plan events. Ever. I let source guide me to where I should be, I go with the flow, I listen to my intuition and I go where I'm being called in the moment. That can mean just to the grocery store or a random place. If I make plans they usually fail, I get stressed out for days and hours beforehand because I'm already feeling the energy of people before I even go out as a sensitive. I cannot be like everyone else and share my energy with everyone as much as I would love to feel no anxiety at all. I know it's not always my feelings and thoughts I'm feeling and thinking, it's actually others around me. Afterwards seeing others, I call my energy and power back to me blessed and transformed and return negative energy to sender. So here's my anxiety tips, especially if you're sensitive like I am.

#Rose messages

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thaonailart · 1 year

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A Beginner's Guide to Goal Diggers

The incredibly gifted YN Mentor and our buddy Rhiannon (Rhi) Miles share some advice for aspiring nail artists in this episode of the Biz Talk. Rhi has successfully created a lucrative business as a professional nail artist over the past 13 years. What would a successfull professional acrylic nail supplies near me nail salon look like? After a few tough years of creating the foundation for her business, all of that labor of love pays off in a 3 day work week where she offers kick a$$ services to a select group of satisfied and healthy clientele that regularly schedule with her. If living your best life seems wonderful to you, continue reading to learn how Rhi managed to get in the nail.

1. PLAN A GOAL

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'A new kind of climate denial': May and Pedneault talk Green Party co-leadership, climate crisis

Canadians are tired of status-quo politicians and the policies they offer, according to the Green Party of Canada’s deputy leader.

Facing the “twin crisis” of inflation and climate change, Canadians are looking for an alternative in Ottawa -- a role the Green Party could play, Jonathan Pedneault told CTV Atlantic’s Todd Battis during an interview Monday evening.

“We are a party that realizes that the environment is, at the core, is at the centre of everything,” said Pedneault. “You can’t have a solid economy with a planet that is hurting.”

Following a recent leadership contest, the Green Party of Canada re-elected Elizabeth May as leader after three years away from the job. She ran with Pedneault, and the two plan to share the top spot, but it will take a change of the party’s constitution for co-leadership to be official.

“We want to be co-leaders,” May told CTV Atlantic, with Pedneault by her side. “The members voted for us, so we know there is support for the idea.”

There are 80 countries in the world with green parties, 11 of which hold positions in government, said May.

“When I talk to my colleagues in other countries, the greens who are serving with partners in job-sharing and co-leadership highly recommended it,” said May.

Because of the climate crisis, and seeing what she says has been the “government’s failure to respond,” May said she decided to reoffer as leader, but did not want to do it alone.

Politicians can’t claim to understand the climate crisis while still building oil and gas pipelines and approving off-shore drilling, said May. It’s what she calls “a new kind of climate denial.”

“If you’re serious about the climate crisis, you have to be serious about a plan that protects livelihoods and protects our economy, but is focused on phasing out dependency on fossil fuels."

While some cost-of-living increases in Canada were sparked by the war in Ukraine, others were caused by climate events, “such as droughts in countries that used to be bread baskets,” she said.

“Canadians have been dependant for a very long time on imported food: fruits and veg from California,” said May. “Those costs are going to keep going up.”

She says Bank of Canada interest rate hikes can help curb inflation, but that will only go so far.

“They don’t touch the fact that if Madagascar gets walloped by so many typhoons that they can’t grow the vanilla beans that are in so many products; that has a real impact on food costs,” said May.

She says a federal election is unlikely until the NDP-Liberal deal ends. That sees the New Democrats propping up the Liberals until June 2025 -- just ahead of the fixed election date in October of that year -- in exchange for policy action on a suite of progressive issues.

With files from CTVNews.ca.

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

—

“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. ��what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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