#AND RIIIIGHHT

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I just changed my pfp 😭 I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to confuse anyone 🙏🙏

Emma may?

Pretty please?

Ask, and you shall receive 🙌🙂‍↕️

Dang, Fiddleford was THIS 🤏 close to fumbling the baddie of the freaking century

[velvetstreets]

damn he really said fuck the rest of y’all 😟

💀💀💀 forreal

I lowkey forgot about how NPLM shows tho 🫣

[spoonsock]

Starbucks love

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: Ever wondered what would the one and only Spider Gwen order from Starbucks? Me neither but take this anyway.

Warnings: Idk none I think. Not proofread. Writing this at 2am no joke what is wrong with me. Also DUDE. This is kinda similar to Intruder like wtf am I really that not creative. 😭

Also, fun fact, I’ve never been to Starbucks so if I got something wrong pls lemme know.

You didn’t really mind having a part time job at Starbucks. It wasn’t that bad. All you had to do was take orders, make them, write names on cups with your best handwriting. Sometimes kick customers out. Sometimes maybe serve Spider-woman.

Yup that’s right. It all started yesterday.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You clocked in early and mentally prepared yourself for what awaits you ‘cause you never know what might happen. God, what a good decision it was to say a few positive words before the day started.

Around 10 AM, the shop is not even that filled with people yet, three guys barge in, all of them with a gun in their hands. One of them points the gun at you and then at the register, while the other two guys walk around the people sitting at their tables.

“You empty that thing right now or Imma blow your brains out”. The guy says pointing a gun at your face and you freeze. You don’t move an inch, just stare right at him. Your eyes are not wide, you are not hyperventilating or anything. You are panicking, but not showing any signs of it.

The more you stare at the guy, the more impatient he grows. “What are you? Deaf? I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t take the damn money out this fucking moment”.

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the door of the shop slams open and (literally) twirling in comes, the one and only, Spider-woman. The armed men immediately turn to her and point their guns, but she slouches and puts her hands on her hips, looking at them unfazed.

“Seriously, you guys aren’t gonna make this easy for me, are you?”, Gwen asks and receives no answer. “…Alright then”

Before you can even blink, she hits one of the guys in the face, grabbing his gun and throwing it at the other guy. You watch as the the third guy tries to throw a punch at her face but narrowly misses and she succeeds to grab his arm and twist it, before kicking him in the stomach. She easily webs all three of the unconscious men up and the people from the shop clap. She bows jokingly and makes her way over to you.

“Hey, you okay? They didn’t take any money, did they?”, she asks but you are unable to answer. When the masked guy pointed the gun at your face, it triggered something in you. Pushed an “off” button in your brain and turned everything into blurry stop-motion pictures.

For the record, you’ve never been held at gunpoint. Well, until that day, but you hoped it was the first and last time. You didn’t know why it caused you to act like that. To just freeze and zone out. I mean any normal person would start sweating and fearing for their life, visibly shaking or something but you? It turned you off.

Whatever. Whatever it was, you zoned back into reality when you saw a white hand move in front of your face.

“Helloooo? Earth to..”, Gwen stopped and squinted to read from your name tag. “Y/N? Earth to Y/N! You there?”

You quickly took in your surroundings before pulling yourself together and nodding. “Yeah yeah, I’m. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Thank you. For helping. And for asking. I’m fine”, you stumbled across your words and even behind her mask, you could see Spider-woman hesitantly furrowing her brows at you. She didn’t believe you, obviously. You were a terrible liar.

“Riiiighht, well I’m gonna go then”, she stretched out her words before slowly turning around, picking the masked, armed guys off of the floor and exiting the shop.

Honestly, you thought that was going to be your last encounter, but oh boy, you were wrong.

Because she came back in the very next day.

“Oh, hello?”

“Hi”

“I didn’t really see any thieves or villains in our shop today, but uh, how may I help you?”, you ask, unsure of what was she here for, kinda scared that something bad might happen soon and she’s just there to try to prevent it.

“Uhhh actually I came to see you. A-and to get a vanilla latte. And a chocolate chip cookie. But I’m mostly here to see you”, you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. The famous friendly neighbourhood superhero, Spider-woman, came in Starbucks in which you worked just to see you. Strange.

“Um. Okay.”, you didn’t really know what to say to that. What do you even say in a situation like that??

“Soo, hi. Are you okay? You uh didn’t really look the best yesterday? I-I mean you can’t really look the best after being held at gunpoint anyway. Not that you look bad! You don’t! It’s just that, it must have been traumatic, obviously. Not just for you, I guess for everyone in the shop but-“

“I’m okay”, you decided to stop her rambling. “Thanks for checking”, you gave her a shy smile and she smiled back, you guess, but didn’t say anything. You two just stood there, in comfortable silence, until someone coughed behind the masked superhero and tapped their foot on the ground impatiently.

“O-oh um you uh are you going to order orrrrr….?”, you asked, remembering suddenly that you were at work. Where you are supposed to do your work.

“Oh ah yeah I-I’ll have uuuuuuuuhhh a short vanilla latte and a chocolate chip cookie. Please.”

“You’re seriously going to order the most basic white girl drink?”, you chuckled before you’re eyes widened. “NO. Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud”, you thought. But judging by the silence you were met with and the “o_0 expression” (if you could call it that) your friendly neighbor super hero held, you were wrong. “Oh fudge”, you furrowed your eyebrows before giving her the most sympathetic look you could make.

“I did not mean to say that I am SO sorry. I mean I didn’t even mean to think that it just kinda came outta nowhere, I’ve never said anything like that out loud ever. Or not out loud. I’ve never even thought something like that, honest! I seriously don’t have any idea where this came from I mean I would never ever guess your race- it’s none of my business! And it’s not like race has anything to do with the goddarn drink. It’s a drink! Anyone can order it! I have no say in that and I am SOO-“

“IT’S OKAY”, this time, Gwen interrupted your rambling (finally, it seemed like you could go on and on), “you can uhhh make up for it by, I dunno, maybe, givingmeyournumber?”, she was nervous, but you were oblivious unfortunately.

“Oh. OH YEAH I can do that..I’ll just go get your drink. And you cookie”, your ass has never left a place so fast. “SPIDER WOMAN. WANTS. MY NUMBER”, you squealed in your head while preparing her order.

You returned to her in a few minutes, a cup in one hand and a cookie in the other. “For here or do you want me to put it in a bag?”

“Can you put just the cookie in the bag?”, Gwen asked shyly and you nodded packing the cookie in the paper bag. Taking a sharpie that stood on your side of the counter, you wrote on her cup of latte “For Spidey ♡ by Y/N”, scribbling your phone number underneath and handing the bag and the cup to her.

“Thank you for your visit. Enjoy!”, you said what you always say to your customers and she jokingly gave you a two finger salute, turning around and exiting the shop.

The whole day after her visit, you’d check your phone every two seconds waiting for her text. At this point, you were already at home, watching a movie you picked out randomly to distract you from constantly glancing at your phone. Unfortunately, you were a person who constantly keeps their sound off and the movie actually intrigued you to the point you somehow forgot about the happenings of yesterday and today, at least until the movie ended.

And then it hit you.

You opened your phone to see four new notifications from unknown. FROM AN HOUR AGO.

You could barely contain your excitement. Spider woman. Asked you. For your number. She had your number. And she texted you. You have Spider woman’s number. And you’re about to answer to her texts. Holy quack.

Unknown

Today 20:14

hey, this is spider woman

wow that felt weird to write hahah

anyway thank you for the drink

and your number

You smiled at your phone. Who would’ve thought that she would be so awkward while texting.

Unbeknownst to you, an hour ago, Gwen was panicking hard. At first she didn’t know what to say. She spent 10 minutes just writing and then deleting and writing and deleting words. Eventually, she decided to muster up the courage and send whatever first came to mind.

The moment she clicked on the “send” button, she regretted it. Then she sent another message, to try to fix the situation she put herself in. Only to realize she is just digging her grave deeper. Before she knew it, she sent you four messages, then threw her phone as far away as possible without damaging it too much, to stop herself from sending another text in attempt to “fix the previous”. She grabbed her mask and pulled it over her head, hiding her face from no one in particular.

After a few minutes, she heard a ding from across the room and scrambled from her bed quickly, tangling herself in the covers, getting her leg stuck in them and managing to fall face first on the floor.

Groaning, she reached for her phone from the very position she fell into, expecting to see a text back from you.

“Iphone storage full” was the only notification she received. Gwen placed the phone to where it was, continuing to lay on her bedroom floor with her Spider mask on.

“This is going to be a long night”

[rexhya]

a little life ˚ପ⊹ ⭐️ 4/5 stars

I wanna preface by saying that this 'reveiw' is simply an opinion and its most definitely just for fun, I like talking about things I like talking about—and this—is one of them, thats all.

contains spoilers !

reading length time: 7 days

⭐️ Things A Little Life Did Well

1. Jude's Trauma & Relationship's With His Friends

Not only is the writing style in this book utterly gorgeous but it's written in a way that makes you know Hanya did her research. There's this really strong connection between Jude and the rest of his friends, ( and though there is some context lacking on how exactly they became friends in the first place ) It's doesnt defer from the belivebilty of their relationship and I like that. It's also worth mentioning that you get hooked on wanting to know wgat exactly happened to him and when you do it's kinda of like this 'ohhhhh' moment, and you appreciate the fact it took so long for him to reveal anything about himself other than the most vauge and obvious things. With what he went through, it really makes alot of sense.

2. The Use of Strong Platonic Relationships

It's honestly kind of refreshing to read about the friendships in this book, I think the theme of struggling in a relationship that isn't romantic is so much more realistic for us and for this book obviously. It's also alot of fun reading the dynamicw between not only yhe main 4 but other friends and friends of friends and how the support and love for thoes people goes both ways. My favorite example of this is Jude and his unwillingness to forgive JB and how JB's struggle through addiction compromised weather or not Malcom was "allowed" to be friends with him or not, Jude's and Wilhem's reactions both felt right for their character. I also loved Jude and his adoptive parents relationship, they were exactly the kinds of people Jude would gravitate towards and it was nice to see really.

3. The Prose

Like I mentioned before I adore this writing style, I mean you kind of have to enjoy reading it somehow—the book is over 700 pages long ! It's written it's a way that you literally have to want more. You want to know what happens next and Hanya does a good job at making sure you do, ( despite the insanity of the length otherwise )

⭐️ Things A Little Life Did Not So Well

1. Repetition

Okay don't hate me for this but lowkey, I was evvverr so slightly starting to get sick of Jude and the BULLSHIT, like I feel like right before Jude is abused by Caleb there could have been at least 100 pages taken off, like looorrd have mercyyy, and it's not as if Jude really annoyed me anyways it's more of the fact that there were some interactions and self hate monologues that...could have just been left of I suppose. I think my the 500th page we understand the kind of person Jude is and to be honest I wish she had left some things up to interpretation instead of blatantly stating what it was.

2. The Unlikelyness of The Main 4 and their Careers

Okay yeah, everyone is so well off and somehow they themselves and their friends can just afford to hop to Paris and Peru every other weekend, riiiighht. Like in Wilhem's case I would understand, he's an actor so it's different but everyone else..? I mean what possible could Citizen and the gang be doin in China for the week, ( and don't say vacations because thats just wrong ) like hello? It's also worth mentioning there's hardly anything historical context outside of the world, I feel like despite the multitude of countries people visit there's so little happening in the real world it makes it feel like a closed box.

3. The Villians

Okay okay here me out, It's feels so unrealistic that everyone Jude had met in his entire 15's was so blatanly evil, ( perhaps there was also a black and white character issue here as well..hmmm) what really got me was Dr. Traylor how paper thin the human evil in him was, I understand Luke and I understand Caleb but the counselors? And then the psyco doctor that ran him over with a car? I get that it was supposed to be so detrimentally awful but idk somehow it was so awful it kind of missed the mark ( it felt over the top is what I'm saying )

⭐️ Overall ;; It's a sad sad book with a great story told, I think besides the general mishaps about the book Hanya did a really good job at telling a story about severe abuse and if not for the sentimental elements it had it would have been 5 stars, anyways.

[office3]

Ello!

*gives N an actual biscuit* *it’s like 1000 years out of date, frozen into a statue at this point* maybe this be a nice little keepsake for u?

*looks at the biscuit* thanks! I'll put it riiiighht here! *put the biscuit on his monitor stand*

[askthesinclairs]

*I looked at him for a moment before I hit me*

"riiiighht right right right. Okay sooo uhh..."

*I leaned against the counter as I tried my best to explain it*

"sona is short for Persona or fursona. I'm using it for fursona. Both persona and fursona are like....you if you were something. Like....if you were to draw yourself as an anthropomorphic bear that would be your fursona"

-🐕

"..why would anybody want to be anything else then what they already are..?" *Vincent slides down the wall and just.. sat on the floor* "i see why no one here uses the internet now.."

[quinnysnursery]

POOKIE THE END OF THAT CHAPTER AHHHHH I NEED JAKE TO FIND OUT NOW ACTUALLY IM GOING CRAZY

(sorry if this comes across as pushy btw I’m just excited promise)

RIIIIGHHT? don’t worry, if he doesn’t find out the next chapter he will in the one after that but you guys didn’t hear that from me 🤫🤫🤫

(and dw! it didn’t!)

[projectbatman193]

In fiction today (19/02) would be Bruce Wayne/Batman's birthday, but in reality we all know it is 19/08 right? Riiiighht? 😜

[codes]

OTHER EIMUGI ANON KILLING ME THE BLUEBIRD OF HAPPINESS THING IS SO >>> 💙🐦

RIIIIGHHT everybody get out ur pens and paper, we r writing about the bluebird of happiness as a narrative technique

[rwby-conversations]

Nora: Sneaking...sneaking...sneaking...

Blake: You know, it's not very sneaky if you say what you're doing.

Nora: AH! Blake! I was err...I was going out...to get... pancakes. Hey, wait a minute. What are you doing out so late?

Blake: Oh. Well. I was umm...I was going out too...to get...sunflower seeds.

Nora: Sunflower seeds? OH! Riiiighht! You're doing what I'm doing but we're not talking about what we're really doing!

Blake: Exactly. Have a good night with your pancakes Nora.

Nora: And you with your sunflower seeds!

*The two move by each other towards Ren and Yang's rooms in Atlas Academy*

Nora: Hey Blake?

Blake: Yes?

Nora: I haven't slept in a room on my own since I was eight. I just don't want to be alone.

Blake: I understand...and I know how you feel. Goodnight Nora.

Nora: Night Blake.

[im-catching-feelings]

All human beings listen up!

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I was lucky enough to read them years ago back when I wee youngun, and oooh they’re so much better than I can remember, absolutely fucking brilliant.

Delicious smut and heartbreaking angst riiiighht from the get go! Two chapters a week till Christmas (we’re already on chapter 4!) then the other four books at our disposal! Best. Christmas. Present. Ever!!

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[dotsz]

bold of you to assume i’m not brave enough to send asks on main hecker

lol riiiighht

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Is Steve going to die @war and leave the crown to Bucky? That’s the obvious choice, I mean, he’s nice and he’s a good fighter, righteous and brave and now that he’s a king he can marry the princess.... riiiighht? Sorry Steve, you seem lovely but #TeamBucky or maybe the heiress is Nat? I see it too honestly, two queens leading the kingdom 👸🏻👸🏻

🤔🤔🤔

[rpeezyfactz310]

Riiiighht.

[crqstalite]

Solivagant.

(a.) wandering alone.

for MER 2020. day 2, hobbies. set in 2183, pre-virmire. spoiler for virmire.

-

"Skipper..." Ashley says warningly, sliding a capacity mod back onto her own rifle.

"I know what I'm doing, Ash." The blonde woman raises an eyebrow, brushing a curl out of her eye as she replaces a mod on Shepard's rifle, "You might be gunnery chief, but I'm still corporal. I can take care of weapons."

"Not that I don't believe you, but you know that mod is going to throw Shepard off, right?" Ashley taps the new barrel of the gun with a nail, "Too heavy for her."

"She's been asking for something with more of an oomph, you know that as well as I do," Finally, Annika lifts her head from her focus of the day, lavender eyes twinkling in the dim light of the cargo bay. She shifts her legs from underneath her where she'd been sitting on a crate to look up at Ashley, "Short of giving her a Mattock instead, this is the best solution. More power without giving her a brand new gun, just a simple upgrade to the barrel is all. It's not like she's a vanguard and needs the weight gone...we've still got ultralight material to put over this, right?"

"I told you we've needed a resupply for weeks now," Ashley shakes her head, giving her an 'I told you so' look that makes Annika pout, "Already applied them to Vakarian's sniper rifle and Alenko's pistol. You know how they get, they rely on those things like water."

Annoyed, she considers taking it out before she stands from her seat on the crate next to the weapons table, sliding it onto the cool metal surface, "And I told Shepard we needed to requisition more if we were going to really hit the Geth where it hurt if she keeps bringing in all these new weapons. Don't put this on me, Ash."

"Never said I was," She responds. Though, her voice retains a softer tone as Annika begins rustling around for other mods underneath the table and surely to prove her bluff on them being out of the lightener, "I'm just saying, we can't risk it going in blind and with mods we're not used to on Virmire. Who knows what we'll find down there? Maybe a whole damn nest of Geth."

"And I'm saying that if the Commander wants her firepower, then she'll have to compensate elsewhere for recoil," Ashley rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as Annika tsks in disappointment. No material to lighten the load, and true to Ashley words, they hadn't properly restocked or upgraded for a while now. No mods that were any lighter to replace the one she'd just installed either, not without sacrificing the whole reason she'd found it in the first place anyway, "Not like she has many other options before we give her a shotgun and throw her at a Colossus."

After a pause, maybe of thought because the other woman laughs goodnaturedly, Ashley holds out a hand to pull Annika back up from her crouched over position. She accepts it gratefully, though there's a smirk that smolders just beneath her mahogany irises. Annika sighs loudly, "I'm not admitting you're the better weaponsmith, just because I can't find the mod, Williams."

"Then you'd also know the recoil on Liara's pistol is going to screw her over, right?" She asks, smugly gesturing towards the small gun that their new Asari teammate used. It was surprisingly unused, though Annika blames that on the fact that other than Noveria, she hadn't seen much action outside of their excursions to uncharted worlds, "She doesn't rely on it much, but --"

"But biotics have to play it safe yeah, yeah I know. But the damage that the increased clip size and piercing mod is going to do? It'll more than be a fair replacement. Poor girl will have to get used to it if she intends to stick around." Annika responds, before doing a double take and narrowing her eyes at the mod that was recently installed on the clean Stinger they'd finished hours ago. It could become a problem, especially if Liara wasn't used to having such a heavy weapon. By Alliance standards, she was considered an adept, and adepts were usually lithe and light on their feet. Weighing her down...

But she didn't want to admit that to the woman in front of her. Annika would consider that defeat. And she was determined to defend the decision.

"Thinking over it again?" Ashley asks, as if she can read her mind.

"And what about Wrex and Tali? You stabilized their shotguns, but you took away the capacity and pellet size." Annika responds, sliding the offending Scimitar over to the gunnery chief, "You know that's like, Wrex's entire combat style, right? Up and in your face, face full of big ass pellets."

"The closer he is, which he always ends up being, the more damage it will do. Less recoil equals more accuracy, which equals more Geth flailing on their asses," Ashley says, moving to store the rest of the weapons away, "You know that."

Annika rolls her eyes, leaning against the weapon table while Ashley meticulously places each weapon back in the correct locker. Annika might only be the second-rate weaponsmith on the Normandy (that wasn't to say she also hadn't picked it up shortly after Akuze as a coping mechanism -- little wires and mods were easier to deal with than her therapist asking her all sorts of questions everyday of the week), and they might butt heads a lot about mods, but she wouldn't want to do it with anyone else, "Yeah, I know that."

"Good. I'm headed up to the mess, you want anything?" Ashley asks, pulling her hair tie out and letting her hair fall around her shoulders, "Energy bar, water?"

It's hard to look away from her for a second there, watching as she puts it right back up into a ponytail at the base of her neck. She might not be the most feminine woman, but Annika can't keep from admitting she's still beautiful. Smart. Tactful. Just enough sarcasm where it's witty instead of annoying.

And rather mean when it came to modding weapons. She's convinced Ashley does it to get a rise out of her. Yet weapons were fickle things, and they'd probably solved more problems together rather than apart.

"Skipper?" She asks again, and Annika jumps a bit as Ashley smiles, "You want to come up with me? We probably won't be planetside 'till at least noon tomorrow anyway."

"Yeah," She wipes her hands down on her pant legs, striding after the gunnery chief, "I'm still right, you know."

"Keep telling yourself that, Nik. Maybe you will be right one day," Annika gives her a mock offended look, gently nudging her shoulder, "Hey, you don't have to injure the messenger!"

"Well, if the messenger is a pretty lady, I guess I won't," Annika shrugs as she steps out of the elevator, making a quick turn into the mess. Ashley has a somewhat stunned look on her face before she catches up, Annika grinning.

"You can't compliment me into buying you a new Raptor through flattery, Skipper," Ashley reminds her, and Annika groans. That hadn't been her original plan, but maybe she had been dropping hints about the new model around the other woman more than usual, and maybe Ashley did know that she loved their line of assault rifles, "Or install those dubiously-legal mods you found on Noveria." She adds, which puts the next nail in the coffin.

"You're killing me woman, and they're not dubiously-legal, Shepard just didn't want them because she uses a different brand. Parasini gave them to us for a job well done," Annika sticks out her tongue, frowning as she washes her hands and starts the coffee machine. Ashley comes around a moment later, eyes sparkling with mischief, "Whether they can blow up in my face or not if I install them incorrectly is beyond the point."

"Riiiighht," Ashley comments, "Because that's exactly what we need, while chasing down a rogue spectre agent with an army of Geth. Alenko is going to have his hands full if you do, exploding experimental parts in the field. Chakwas won't let you hear the end of it."

"You make it sound like I don't know what I'm doing," Annika tsks sarcastically, "You wound me, Ash."

"Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" She asks, chuckling. Ashley nudges her shoulder with her own, "You're good at what you do. I'm just better."

"And you're horrible at giving pep talks, by the way." Annika says. When she turns, Ashley is marginally closer than she was before. She hesitates for a moment, before her omni-tool pings on her wrist. Tali. Ashley pulls away to find something other the cabinets. Annika has never been so glad the lights are so dim in the SR-1, as her cheeks flush.

They spend the rest of the afternoon arguing about weapon parts, about mods, about models. It was never a competition, but they compare reassembly times. Annika wins by three seconds. They promise each other a rematch after the Virmire mission.

She doesn't receive her rematch.

Instead, she gets the last pistol Ashley eventually left behind because of the lack of accuracy, left on the weapons table.

En route to the Citadel two days later, she sits back down on the crate, gently taking apart the gun to reassemble it. She has to put the parts down after a while because of tears that threaten to ruin the wiring, curling up on herself as she sobs quietly.

She should've let Ash have her way.

But now?

The new Raptor she's buying when they hit the Citadel is going to be the way Ash would do it. And she's going to use it to put a pulse shot through Saren's head, right in between those beady blue eyes.

[akylodarkly83]

@fluffycakesistainted this is what I’ve seen in my Pinterest feed lol. Innocent little cinnamon roll. Riiiighht.

“Moments later, chaos broke out. With a kind of awe, Leia watched herself sling the heavy chains around Jabba’s neck. The sheer strength it took to compress a Hutt’s neck to the point of asphyxiation—she had summoned that from somewhere deep inside, remembered doing so, but found it almost unbelievable to witness. Pure hatred had fueled her. Her arms seemed to ache with remembered strain.”  — Bloodline by Claudia Gray