#+ my drafts for this post are over 5k all put together. awesome

[lautity]

response to ur tags abt grace getting over her purity issues. this got so long. im so sorry you don't have to read it all LOL. obvious cw for homophobia/internalized homophobia/religious guilt stuff

sometimes. i think i don't understand grace as a character at all. sometimes i think nobody does, including the langs. sometimes i think maybe this is because she's a character with a lot of complex motivations from a comedy series. so this is how i write her and how i choose to interpret her motivations. i would not say it's canon compliant so much as  vaguely influenced by canon and a choice reading of her as a super autistic lesbian w/ Problems. she's just like me fr

best place to start is probably w/ the fundamental basis of how evangelicalism keeps people in line, which is fear. grace acts the way she does because she's afraid of going to hell, and she tries to enforce that on everyone around her 'for their own good' so they don't go to hell. she justifies everything she does by blaming other people or finding a way to rationalize it as 'good', because she is scared. everything starts w/ that

i'm not convinced that she knows why she believes what she believes. she pushes back against attempts to confront her faith + refuses to consider them, deflects and moralizes but cannot actually argue her side because she doesn't know why sins are sins, just that they are, and that makes them bad.

she is so repressed. repression concentrated. she behaves as she does in a zealous attempt to bury herself and her desires and the sin she was born with under meticulous layers of Good and Godly acts. it doesn't matter if people don't like her, as long as she follows the rules. easy, simple guidelines that prevent her from becoming a monster, from acting on base urges, from dooming herself. i don't know if her strict adherence is so much a love and trust in god as it is a mortifying fear of what would happen if she stopped holding those standards as the primary guide for her life. 

this is... basically idolatry, because she holds her purity/chastity above all else. preserving her virtues is the most important thing, her ticket into heaven, her key to god's good graces, what makes her so ideal. she worships the concept of being good more than the deity who wills her to be. she wants to be perfect. she has to be perfect. god wouldn't choose anyone less than that for her task. she's special, she's chosen, she's god's personal elect to save the souls of hatchetfield.

she needs to believe that she is special. if god loves her then everything shes ever done, her loneliness and her fear and all the hate she's put into the world, those are all justified by a greater purpose. she isn't just an unlikable person. her horrible thoughts are a test, and she's passing, and any day now god will whisk them away and she'll be free to live the life laid out for her. she's always been praised for her obedience and her servitude, for resisting her vices, for sacrificing her agency and her privacy and companionship and her self-worth to be clean. she's so tired of losing pieces of herself. she doesn't feel any better. she doesn't feel like someone cares about her. but she has to keep trying.

as she gets older i think she gets worse. as mental illness and weird lesbian thoughts tend to. resultingly she gets More Intense about her proselytizing, simultaneously w/ her peers getting More Judgmental, and it's just this miserable feedback loop for her. she tries harder and they bully her more and she has to rely further on her only comfort. everything sucks, and everyone hates her except god, and all she can do is the same thing as ever in the hopes that, eventually, repenting will work and the plague of sin she's enduring will finally end. she's scared that it never will. she's scared that she's stuck like this forever. obviously in her mind so much as kissing a girl would be a grievous act of assault, so the bar is super low even before she starts dealing with more intrusive thoughts and unwanted desires.* and it isn't even necessarily an empathy thing, not wanting someone else to feel pain, as much as it's a fear of what it says about grace if she's capable of inflicting it. if she does it once she can do it again, if she does it again she'll never stop, and then she'll go to hell. the only way to stay good is to never let herself get even close to what she wants

*and she often can't tell the difference. sometimes there is no difference. she wants things, but she has no way to rationalize it or justify it, no framework to place it in. so it just torments her.

so. what do we have. girl who is haunted by her own thoughts and desperately pouring herself into her religion to try and counter them. using her faith as a way to purify her soul over and over until the stain is gone. girl with no friends and no prospects and no community outside of her church. steadily getting worse. doubting if the things she reassures herself with are true.

fundamentally, i think there are two scenarios that will cause her to "sin" (on purpose/voluntarily)

A) a realization that she's been lied to or mislead, spotting the dissonance between the actual teachings of the bible and how she's been taught to treat people, or generally pulling at a thread that unravels what she's been indoctrinated into

B) something convinces her that she's already irreversibly damned

these don't necessarily lead to her deconstructing her purity culture mindset, but they do lead her to do things she would initially have refused on the grounds of her faith.

jerries in AC resemble situation A; they cause her to doubt the people she had placed on a pedestal as Good and Faithful and Pure. they're hypocrites. her conclusion here is that she can only trust herself not to sin; she's clearly the only one capable of resisting. reaffirms that she's special to god and that she's been singled out, maybe lets her think that she personally has more leeway in terms of sin because she's doing it "for the betterment of the collective".

but. right. we aren't making her kill (or threaten to kill) people, we're making her a dyke. i think A is generally the preferable direction to go in for most holyphone stuff. getting over her Issues particularly w/ being gay likely only happens after she's out of hatchetfield/away from her family. when i pitch it happening in a npmd-y timeframe/during highschool, i usually throw out:

classic 'befriending queer people and realizing they're not monsters'. genuinely meeting ppl who have been demonized and realizing they're Just People is so vital to deprogramming

other classic 'having a conversation w/ another religious queer person who tells her things she's desperately needed to hear'; particularly if she's already done something and is regretting it

religious figure/someone she trusts deeply being outed as a sinner (i.e. the jerries) + shaking her faith in the people who raised and taught her

doing something comphet-y and being like holy fuck i can never do that again, abort plan, mission 'just try to ride it out' failed, need to consider other options

traumatic event or tragedy makes her realize she is not actually special or protected and that she's basically just been lucky her entire life and she is still very much mortal (near death experience? losing a loved one? something she thinks god shouldn't allow happens? idk)

encountering some sort of magic in hatchetfield that she cannot attribute to the christian god (i think she's already inclined to believe stuff like this based on what she says in the waylon house)

having any sort of queer mentor (girl jeri miss holloway. maybe alice woodward could work. the lib would be funny. you can kill for us but you will not do it with homophobia in your heart.)

she's never really had any actual reason behind it other than 'god says', so i think once she's actively questioning her beliefs/if what she was raised with is truly god's will, one of the first things to crumble is the idea that being gay is a choice (it certainly doesn't seem to be for her, because god knows she's tried to choose otherwise) and that it's inherently sinful. it becomes "being gay is wrong [only when grace does it]", which is a marginal improvement.

she sort of views herself in an 'abhorrent admirer' type frame; she's been told that lesbians are not only dangerous, but also universally ugly and desperate and just can't get men. even if it isn't a sin, it's still something to be ashamed of. even once she starts doing like. gay things. she's still constantly constantly fighting the "this is gross and i'm disgusting for doing/liking it" response. the "i'm actually hurting this person, and also i'm responsible for the sin they're doing rn" hits sometimes as well. she has to go really slow and she needs a Lot of reassurance. steph can fix her. trust

i'm not usually a canon timeline guy but i do think quite a few people have written pretty compelling stuff for post-npmd/lib-influenced grace ending up w/ steph. its awesome when they kill men together and we need more of this always

the situation i pitch post-burnerphone lautity in is scenario B (grace is convinced that she's already damned) compounded by major depression. my insanely ooc wip beloved.

conclusion i truly don't know why it's harder to justify this character kissing a girl than actually killing people. that doesn't seem right. especially because she really wants to kiss girls and doesn't particularly want to kill people. sigh.

i cant believe we havent talked abt lautity at all....they're like my thing...... i offer you my insane obscure post burnerphone dynamic for them ↓

i have thoughts abt steph being like. can i ever be satisfied with this normal extremely vanilla life. grace is sweet, and steph likes her, but also the total whiplash from her last long term relationship being this fucked awful thing makes it hard to. relax. girl who has forgotten how to be normal. and grace obviously doesnt know what healthy dating is like so there's the constant overarching what if i'm accidentally overstepping + being super fucked up to this girl who has 0 basis to recognize a toxic relationship. again w the ruined for other people, doesn't even know what functional looks like, doesn't know if she'll ever be capable of it again. thanks, lex!

also worried abt eventually having to explain the scars and the rehab and the lex situation in general. it's like. grace is clearly too nervous to do it early on, but one day she Will ask. and once she knows she'll obviously think it's all gross and scary and leave. steph is sort of trying to ride it out. the 'do nothing and hope it never comes up' approach. but she's worried abt it + feels like the end of their relationship is inevitable because of this secret she's keeping + generally just feels really gross about it all. chat does she know (grace is having a completely separate solo crisis over sadistic thoughts she doesn't understand) (girl who has not so much as imagined the concept of bdsm) (0 idea why she's suddenly attracted to scars) (they are extremely compatible but deeply unaware of it/convinced the other is going to think they're a freak)

^ both of them lol. ok. sorry. ive written So Much about this it's actually embarassing. apologies if its wildly ooc. im just a little silly abt them hopefully you can see the vision. totally understandable if not. sighhh

can i be so honest with you i wasn't. Super big on lautity before this. i mean i LOVED them in theory & definitely do think grace has feelings for steph in every possible universe, especially in ac dear god, however. i never really thought grace would be able to let go of her puritan ideals & actually let herself love steph. but fuckkkk holy fuck. Okay

the whole. both of them thinking "oh god she can Never find out i'm a freak or else she'll leave me" is soo delicious. also SADIST grace i'm SORRY yes please. hello. fucking dies???????

lex having "ruined" steph & then this sadistic churchgirl with pigtails & clips in her hair comes along like ohkay this is an entirely new LEVEL of fucked up. jesus

i think steph just needs a little bit of order. not peace. just structure, and honesty. and god can grace help her with that.

[spellyjane]

Splashed, Mashed and Dashed on to the podium at Kona!

THAT'S ME, 3RD W45-49 IN THE 🌏

After my 1st go at this race in 2017, I was a little torn. Part of me was happy to tick IRONMAN World Championships off my list and never put myself through that sufferfest again. I hated it, it was hot, the run was horrible, and I found the layout of the transition, spectator areas and general logistics to be claustrophobic ordeals. However, on the evening after that 2017 race, I saw athletes heading home from the award ceremony with their ukeme bowls and I felt a strong pang of want.  My race had not gone to plan, I knew I could do better and I wondered where a good day at Kona would put me. After a few more weeks of reflection and recovery I decided that yes, I needed to give it another go.

I started to write my thank yous at the end of this report, but I realised that I may lose a few of you along the way and this is important. Thank you to my biggest fan and supporter, Simon. I love chasing him up hills on bikes, holding his wheel all these years had made me a better person and without his encouragement and support I just could not do this. My coach, Rick Schopp, gosh, I feel like I say this all the time, but he pushes me where I don’t always want to go and he must find it hard to sleep with all the pins I stick into that voodoo doll, (I have taken them all out now.)  I thank him especially for pushing me, for listening, for calling me out when I am being a slack ass and for the awesome giggle when he hears my results. Thank you to my team at INTENT, the messages before and after were off the charts! I know a whole bunch were tracking me all day and I was sending my thanks every time I hit a timing mat! Thanks to my Dad for coming all the way from Sydney to cheer and sherpa, that was pretty awesome. I don’t get to see him enough, to have him there was really special.

DAD, READY TO CAPTURE IT ALL

So I found myself at the starting line of this year’s race in quite a different headspace. I had 2 more humbling Ironman experiences under my belt, a crazy amount of fitness gained from lots of training in our new 1750m above sea level abode and some practiced heat coping strategies. I was going for a top 10 finish and a course PR regardless of the weather.  My race plan was full of lessons learned from last year, paces, watts, calories, salt and heat coping strategies. I hoped I could pull it all off but I knew that at some stage I would run out of script and just have to ad lib.

7:20am - BOOM! I am swimming. My mission was 8:35 per 500m. This would give me about 1 min faster than last year. I got kicked and pummelled last year so I positioned a little left to avoid the chaos. It worked, it was busy but not as bad. My watch buzzes every 500m, the glance at my splits was telling me we had a bit of current assist on the way out. So when we made the turn I just dug in and pushed hard, trying not to lose too much of the time I had gained on the way out. I kept asking myself if I was going hard enough and could I push any harder, I kept reminding myself to stay on the gas all the way to the finish.  I reached the sand and scrambled up the stairs, already thinking about how I was going to execute T1. Thank goodness for the volunteers helping out here as I was almost wiped out by a wave that came crashing over the stairs as I was trying to read the time on my watch. Woo hoo, 1:06:40, 3 minutes faster than last year.

OK, NOW FOR A LITTLE BIKE RIDE

I was handed my T1 bag and ran into the change tent. With the help of a volunteer I was on my way in moments.  I was jogging along at the pace of the pack as we made our way to our bikes, I turned on some hussle when I remembered that I was racing! I saw the lamp pole I’d scoped out to landmark my aisle earlier that morning and made the turn, I found my bike no problems. I had opted to clip my shoes in pre race, so by the time I reached the mount line my socks were super soggy from the saturated carpeting.  My feet were never dry all day, I’d post a pic of the result but I don’t want to freak y’all out too much. 😱 The mount line was a bit of a zoo but I made it out in one piece! 3:13 about 1:30 faster than last year.

My first 15 minutes of riding were at an intensity (IF) of .78, oops! I was aiming for .66, my goodness, this is rookie territory! Clearly I was a bit amped and buzzed with the good swim start. I lost a bottle of electrolytes/nutrition on a bump at the 5k mark but did not sweat it.  I had a back up in my special needs bag located up in Hawi at about the 100k mark. I was taking on cals and salt every 30 mins, I was taking water bottles and refilling my built in hydration bag and keeping a spare bottle on the back cage. I had some additional electrolytes to add to the water while I was on the go as well.  It was not as hot as last year, my data recorded an average temp of 32C with a high of 37C, last year I recorded and average temp of 36C and a high of 39C. We seemed to have a tiny bit of cross head wind on the way out to the Hawi turn around. I started to pay attention to race numbers. Last year I did not realise that we would not have our age groups tattooed to our calves and I didn’t realise that the race numbers were grouped in ages. I was on to it this year and I knew the range I was racing.  At this point, I was doing all the passing, I don’t recall being passed by anyone in my age group at all on the bike.

PROBABLY DOING 500W HERE 😜

I was pushing a few extra watts than I planned in order to keep out of draft zones and it did not seem to be hurting me. I struggled last year to hold my watts and ended up with an IF of .64 and in Boulder earlier this year same thing happened and I went .62, I put this down to the heat. I have managed .69 in other races but felt that that was too aggressive for Kona, knowing how brutal that run can be, so I felt that .66 was a good stretch for me this year. But on the day I felt like I was holding way too much back at those watts so I let loose a bit. Besides, I was kind of enjoying myself. The climb up to Hawi felt insignificant and I was well on my way to smashing out a great bike.  I saw some folks holding out an Aussie flag right at the U turn, crikey, that shit slays me, I felt quite emotional.

The ride back to Kailua was good.  I was not cracking. I pushed on, crunching splits in my head and feeling really good. I started to ease up a little and spin at a little higher cadence to get ready to run.  I came in at 5:10:23, a big course PR, and unbeknownst to me at the time this 4th fastest bike split had me sitting in 3rd place.

I handed my bike off to a volunteer and ran into the change tent. Helped by another volunteer I threw my shoes on, grabbed my race belt (all loaded up with my gels, hat, number and emergency Immodium) and took off. I missed the sun screen, not on purpose, I just did not see any. Ugh, this sport is turning me into a melanoma snack bar. I got out on the run with a T2 of 3:02, again, saved another 1:30 on last year.

I had loaded my pocket pre race with a couple of nylon panty hose cut into long sock lengths.  At the 1st aid station I filled one up with ice and tied it around the back of my neck, it dripped icy cold water down my back for about 30 min. It was awesome. I was using some new gels, loaded with salt and a lower but isotonic sugar concentration.  They go down so so easy and have as much salt as the salt tablets I was taking on the bike. I had zero gut issues this year. I calculated that last year I spent about 7 minutes in the toilets throughout the race and spent a good deal of time in a lot of discomfort.  This year no problems at all!

BEFORE IT GOT TOO UGLY 😂

I was holding a conservative pace, dying a little on the hills but pulling it back up on the flats and descents. I was not able to see the race numbers of the girls I was passing and being passed by. I was told by a friend at about the 3km point that I was in 3rd.  I was passed by Elisabetta (she went on to 2nd place) just before the halfway point so I wondered if that put me in 4th. I came up upon my friend Jeff, we reached an aid station together, I grabbed a water and dumped it down his back, I can't remember what I said, but he wished me well and I pushed on.  Another friend at about 21k told me that I was in 3rd and I was shocked. I was not sure where the other girls were but dang I knew they would be coming. I was remembering that feeling of seeing those ukeme bowls awarded to the top 5 and I began to think I could really get one. The toughest part of the race was the climb up out of the energy lab, the sun on my back was awful and I was tired.  I let my pace fall to a level that apparently had my husband and my coach, who were tracking me via the timing mats, having heart attacks. What I did not know, but what they could see was that I was being ferociously stalked by the gal in 4th place, she was gaining on me at at rate that had Simon and Rick on the edge of their seats. I am glad I was oblivious to the actual threat. I made it back up onto the Queen K and just held onto the pace as best I could. I told myself to NOT slow down.  The last 8k were tough, I was scared of every foot fall behind me. That kept me moving for sure. I made that last soul and body draining climb of the run, passing the crazy awesome peeps at the Base Performance tent before making that divine turn down Palani Drive. I bounded down that hill smiling my head off. I still had 2k to go but I was so close and the hard part of the course was done. Now it was time to wave to my Dad and friends, smile big and bring it home. I was passed by a gal in the finish chute, and I wondered if I had just lost 3rd but I did not care, I knew I had one of those bowls.  I nearly choked when I saw my time too. Whaaat! A 3:42:01 marathon gave me a finish time of 10:05:19. So much to be happy about!

WHAT DID I JUST DO!?

A bit of post race asthma had me into the med tent.  Ugh, thanks to Christian and Meredith for helping me out.  I was still in the med tent when I turned my phone on to dozens of messages.  The 1st one I opened was from Simon, it said, “3rd place, woo hoo!” I lost it, ugly happy crying, “I am ok!” I wheezed at the poor alarmed medic who did not know what to make of my sudden heaving outburst.

So that was the race, I have left out so many details, but to sum up, I feel like I had one of my most perfect races.  With hindsight, I feel like I could have pushed a tiny bit harder on the bike, but I could not have know that till after.  I wished I could have run under 3:40, I know in hindsight that I could not, I really did not leave anything out there. That 2 mins would not have made a difference in my placing, I just wished I could have held onto my pace. That gives me something to work on and I am fine with that.   I will call this an Ironman PR, (my 10:04 in Cozumel does not count because of the massive current assisted short swim course.) I am not sure that I want to right now... but I think I can still wring a little more out of this body. I really want to go under 10 hrs! As for placing 3rd in the women’s 45-49 AG, (IN THE WORLD - tee hee) I am really happy, happy that I was able to pull together my best performance on a day when it really mattered.  I absolutely know that I had some fierce competition out there, I know their A games and so I know that their days did not all go to plan, so I remain inspired, vigilant and on my toes.

Kudos to many many athletes on the day for pushing through the heat and distance to achieve some great results.  My very good friend Jeff, had his 1st go at Kona after many years in the sport.

PRE RACE SELFIE WITH JEFF

This was a dream day he never thought he would have, his joy, emotion and pride at being there was written all over him! He a great day, he was beaten up a little by the run but his smoking bike made up for it and his overall time was where he said he hoped it would be.  I bet he goes back for another crack. Kudos to my other Jeff, (I have a couple,) Jeff B took about 50 mins off his 2017 time. Kudos to Lindsey my friend the human fish who gutted out a run after tearing something important in her hip in T2. I mean she really gutted it out, she was black and blue but she still pulled off a very tidy performance.

The awards ceremony - ahh, where to begin without sounding like a real cow. Sorry, Ironman, this was not awesome. Charging my Dad $55 to eat dinner off a paper plate with a bottle of water at an out door folding table with a plastic table cloth made me a little mad. It was the only way to get into the awards so what can you do? 

I made the most of my time on the stage, soaking it in, congratulating Janette, Elisabetta, Linda and Tanja with whom I shared the podium.  I just wish my Dad had a telephoto lens to capture the moment a little more clearly. (I guess they assume we are all happy to buy the Finishers Pix.)

Family and friends were restricted to a barricade well away from the stage and off to the side to accommodate the VIP area and TV camera scaffold. VIPs were standing up and walking around with backs to the stage making it difficult for us common Age Groupers to get a picture of one of the MOST AWESOME MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES. I really could go on, but I will put it all in my survey.

One last heart felt thank you to the IRONMAN volunteers, I met people who flew in from all over the world to volunteer (including Meredith and Scott from BC Canada!) and thank you to the locals who embraced the chaos and gave up their time to help put this show on. I had many wonderful experiences with many volunteers, I am so grateful for all the help and cheers!

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Carol/Jess Mini Bang Story Summaries

Drafts have been submitted and on the 12th of July at 8pm GMT, art claims will open for the Carol/Jess Mini Bang. If you have signed up as an artist or may be interested in doing so, please check out the summaries of the awesome stories you could be working with below the cut!

Warbird:

Story Summary: Carol Danvers, the star-everything at her school, receives the worst news of her life. Unable to take the pressure anymore, she goes to vent her frustrations under the bleachers before school. Unbeknownst to her, it is also the go to hiding place of the school's resident Weird Loner British Chick: Jessica Drew. The two bond over shitty dads and shitty health and trying to figure out if the other likes girls or not.

Estimated length: I think it's going to be in the 5000 range.

Rating: T

Genre: Angst into Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of child abuse, mentions of homophobia

Universe: High school no powers AU, characterization pulled from 616

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Kree:

Story Summary: They’re on a stakeout and she’s trapped with Carol in a 6 x 10 room and Carol’s stuck with her, and this is the exact wrong moment for awaking of latent lesbian urges. Jessica’s used to her body going out of wack on her and the way it usually backfires on others, but this is a new brand of personal hell.

Estimated length: ~3k

Rating: T, maybe?

Genre: character study-ish? There’s not much action

Warnings: nope

Universe: 616

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Binary:

Story Summary: Carol was having a good day at Alpha Flight Space Station. Then a version of her from an alternate universe showed up and ruined her good mood. Then the Ultimates talked her into infiltrating a multiversal team-up of Carols. Despite having a very bad feeling about the whole situation, Carol was a good soldier and gave it her best shot. She thought at worst she'd get in a fistfight and fly away. No big deal, right? Instead, she walked into a world of evil worse than anything she could imagine. A world where freedom is dead. A world crushed in the grip of a merciless tyranny. A world trapped in a nightmare of slavery, despair, and cruelty that will never end. A world ruled by a sadistic psychopath named Carol Danvers.....

Est Length: 10K words, more or less

Rating: mature

Genre: marvel multiversal shenanigans

Warnings: mild sexual content; extremely graphic violence; mass murder; multiple character deaths; despair event horizon; heroic blue screen of death; my god, what have I done?; No holds barred beat down; discussion of and/or implied rape, murder, suicide, torture, and slavery; alcoholism

Universe: 616 after Civil War 2, before Secret Empire

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Chewie:

Story Summary:  Carol has just learned that her best friend is pregnant and does her best to be there for her. AKA: Carol's POV during Jess' Pregnancy

Estimated length: 4000 give or take.

Rating: Teen

Genre: Pregnancy, Fluff, Angst, Character Study?

Warnings: Typical comic book violence, possible mentions of past abuse

Universe: 616

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SWORD:

Story Summary: Carol is missing something. She is supposed to have her memory back, yet there is a harsh, empty feeling inside her. No one will listen and nothing can help. Except Tony Stark and bottle of Jack.

(Shortly after the end of Spider-Woman v1, no one remembers Jess after her ‘death’, Carol turns to drink, finds Tony doing the same and they both spiral into loneliness and despair. Platonic Tony & Carol. Very not platonic Carol/Jess.)

Estimated length: ~5k

Rating: M or E

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Alcoholism, temporary character death, memory loss. Possible unhappy ending?

Universe: 616

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Cheeseburger:

Story Summary: It’s definitely unorthodox, but when AIM is suspected of infiltrating local sex-related businesses, it’s the Avengers’ job to investigate.

That doesn’t make it any easier for Jess to pretend she’s married to Carol as they take a class at feminist sex-toy store. (But it does get better when they bring some of their purchases back to Jess’s place.)

Estimated length: 6-10 k

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fake-marriage, getting together

Warnings: Embarrassment and a lot of porn.

Universe: 616

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Skrulls:

Story Summary:  Carol likes to think she's one of the better art crimes investigators in Interpol. Jessica Drew, aka The Spider, has repeatedly made a fool of her, both personally and professionally. But Jessica isn't any ordinary art thief - there's something that doesn't feel right about the way she steals. Carol is determined to understand.

Estimated length: 6000 words

Rating: Teen for swearing (and crime?)

Genre: Mystery/Crime

Warnings: Some mentions of past child abuse, very briefly. Genre-typical but not explicit violence.

Universe: AU - Art Thief and Cop

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