#Andrew Garfield. Which could mean nothing.

[raylangivins]

I love the phrase “which could mean nothing”. It’s SUCH a good phrase and really succinctly explains the backbone of all rpf tinhatting. Aren’t all rpf ships exhibiting behaviours which could mean nothing?

[madzlang]

what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊

contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋

nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️

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(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it

“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.

“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.

“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.

Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”

“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“

“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.

“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.

“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.

“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.

“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.

He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.

Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.

“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.

“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.

“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.

“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.

“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.

“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”

She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.

His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.

She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.

He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.

She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.

"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.

She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.

“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.

She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.

“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.

She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.

His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.

“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.

“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.

“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.

She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.

He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.

She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.

“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.

i never know how to end these ahh

[greynatomy]

Espresso

Alex Morgan x Fem!Reader

I really liked how this came about when writing. I was scrolling through tiktok and this came around again of andrew garfield describing emma stone (which is the most romantic thing to describe a person you love).

Let me know what you think!

-grey

———

All of the United States Women’s National Team players are in the conference room, just finishing up a meeting with their coaches. Everyone is split up in their normal groups with the younger players sticking together. But there was one thing that they all have in common. It’s the love of one particular artist.

“Ohmygod! It out in five minutes!” Sonnett practically yelled for the whole world to hear.

“What’s starting?”

“The documentary all about how Espresso was written and put together.”

“Wait! That’s today?”

“Yes, Ashley. Come on. Keep up.”

Emily sets up her laptop, refreshing every second until the documentary shows up on Netflix.

“It’s right there! Click it.”

“I am, chill.” She swats Ashley’s hand away.

———

“Now, ‘Fairytale,’ what’s that about?” The interviewer asks.

A smile instantly shows up on your face.

“Uh, it’s pretty straight forward.”

“But go into detail. From listening to it once, I know it’s about how much you love someone and always wanting them close by.”

“That’s basically it.”

“Give me more man.” You both laugh. “Who’s it about?”

“Uh, I won’t be saying who, but she was-is pretty special. I’ve known her since we were kids. I was a pretty shy kid growing up, kept to myself most of the time, then she shows up out of nowhere basically demanding to be friends.”

“Then you became more?”

“Then we became more. She helped me open up and like the song says ‘with you I lose all my fears,’ she was always there to help me get by.”

You are now sat on a stool with your guitar and perform the song that was just talked about. (Fairytale by We Three)

“Are you still together?”

“Oh.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “No.”

“What happened?”

“I actually have no clue. It’s been, what? Thirteen years.” You start giggling.

“What’s got you gigglin’ over there.”

“Nothing, nothing. Just the number, that’s all. Don’t ask me about it.”

“Alright then, let’s backtrack. You said you don’t know what happened. How is that possible to not know what happened that led to the breakup?

“I just never got the closure that I needed, I guess. I mean yeah, she said she just didn’t love me anymore, but what else? What did I do? What could I have done differently? Just those questions that I have that haven’t and probably never will get answered.”

“Do you know what she’s up to now.”

“Uh, yeah I do. Not to sound creepy, but I’ve seen how she is and she’s doing amazing. She’s moved up in the world. A true inspiration, especially to her daughter.”

“So she has a child?”

“Yeah. And she looks so much like her.” You give a sad smile, a tear slipping from your eye.

“She must be real special to you, even after all these years.”

“She was like a shot of espresso, she’s like, being bathed in sunlight, she’s incredibly energetic and enthusiastic and she had this sense of play and fun which was, incredibly exciting. And then just like the sunset that illuminates her beauty she left, while like a dark night I got pulled into darkness.”

———

Alex Morgan sat in silence throughout the whole documentary. She hasn’t caught up with your career like you had done with her.

“I’ve never been described as a shot of espresso.” Ashley breaks the silence.

“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. Also very heartbreaking at the same time.” Rapinoe speaks up for the first time.

“But isn’t it weird that she’s still caught up on this girl after thirteen years?” Kelley questions.

“I don’t think she’s caught up, she just wants the closure she never got.”

“Man whoever left her just like that, we needa have some words.”

Alex excuses herself, saying she was tired and was gonna go up to her room. On the way to her room, she though about more of her life and the evens that happened in the past year.

She divorced her ex-husband after nine years, co-parenting—if you can call him seeing his daughter only when he feels like it.

And now that she’s thinking about it, the only reason she can come up with was not wanting to be the reason that you can express your love freely to the world. Alex isn’t out, she never was, never even planning to. That’s why she broke up with you because it wasn’t fair to you.

No, she just needs to tell you.

For closure.

Her thumb hovers over your contact, hoping it never changed.

Sunshine ☀️

Hi.

It wasn’t long until she got a reply.

Lover ♥️

Hey.

Sunshine ☀️

Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? To catch up?

Alex throws her phone on the bed, anxious to know what you would say. Her phone vibrating makes her grab her phone just as quick as she threw it.

Lover ♥️

When and where?

~~~~~

no part 2

[ash5monster01]

Hi love your andrew fic! Thank you so much for writing it <3. if you dont mind, i would like to request another. im not sure if you watched friends but theres an episode when Rachel and joey go on a “date” and they show off their date moves which is when Joey starts having a crush on Rachel lol. i was wondering if u can write something like that for Andrew. Where they’re close friends & costars & both single with an age gap? The key thing about the episode was when their date was over they showed each other what they do to get their date to kiss them and oof the tension it brings

Seal The Deal

pairing: Andrew Garfield x Femreader

warnings: mentions of sex, teasing, fluff, slow burn

summary: as friends you go on a date, wanting to remember what it was like to be taken out. In the midst of showing each other what kind of moves you would do on a real date they end up working on each other. (I love Friends and I thought this was a really clever and cute idea for Andrew even though I never shipped Joey and Rachel, but this was a fun one to write)

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You hadn’t been on a date in a very long time. No one had asked you to join them in a dimly lit restaurant in ages. You had missed being wined, dined, and pursued by another. You hadn’t been on a nice date in so long you had started to wonder if you were losing your game. So when you voiced this to your older costar he offered to wine and dine you, and allow you to feel like you’ve still been in the game despite how long it had actually been. So here you were, sat across from him, in a four star restaurant, and one of the greatest meals you’ve ever had in front of you.

“So did I do a good job?” you perked your head up to look in your costars dough eyes which were glimmering with the light from the candle in the center of the table.

“Good job on what?” you asked and he chuckled as you took a quick bite of your food.

“The date, I want to make sure this will hold you over until you finally find another guy to date” you gave him a deadpan look which filled his lungs with laughter. The belly laugh filled the restaurant and yet you couldn’t help but smile that your one look gave him that reaction.

“It’s fine Andrew, and I wouldn’t have died from withdrawal but I’m still glad to be here” you told him as his laughter quieted down.

“I’m just making sure, you were really worried about your game” he teased and you rolled your eyes as you continued to eat your meal.

“Nothing could deter my game, I’m the best there is” Andrew rose his eyebrows at this statement, intrigued by your sudden cockiness over this subject.

“Oh really, what makes you say that?” he folded his arms over, more interested in your answer than the food on his plate.

“I have date moves, they haven’t failed me yet” you acted coy not wanting to let on to too much.

“Date moves?” he asked as he leaned forward, curious now.

“Don’t look at me like you don’t have your own moves” you told him and he shrugged, falling back into his chair.

“I have tactics” you laughed as he responded, knowing he had moves of his own.

“Alright, you show me yours I’ll show you mine” Andrew rose his eyebrows but sighed and leaned back forward nonetheless despite the dirty undertone to your sentence.

“Well sometimes if a girl is talking to me I’ll reach forward and grab some hair and play with it” then suddenly Andrews long fingers reached across the table and grabbed one of your soft curls, wrapping it around his finger and moving it with such gentleness you could barely feel it, but your body felt it everywhere else.

“Doesn’t that distract her?” you asked after you struggled to find the words.

“If it does it means I have some sort of effect on her and it makes my other moves go so much smoother” Andrew spoke as he released your hair and moved back into his space of the table.

“Clever” you offered and he smiled before clapping his hands.

“All right, show me one of yours” he said before setting his hands down on the table. As he waited you smirked a little bit before setting your own hand on his. “You call this a mov-”

His sentence was cut short by your slim fingers slipping under his shirt sleeve, brushing along and making it very clear they were under the fabric. It alluded to wanting to get him out of his clothes while looking so innocent at the same time. Andrew found himself gulping as he tried to calm his heart rate the further your fingers moved up his sleeve.

“That’s my maybe you’ll get lucky move” you continued to smirk at him, noticing how he reacted the same all the guys did to that move.

“I’ll admit, I’ve never seen that one before” Andrew said as he pulled his arm away, your fingers still in his sleeve and doing things to him he hadn’t expected.

“Alright, give me another” you grinned, your focus now completely off of your food and on this fun little game you were playing.

“Okay, just start some conversation with me” he told you and you cleared your throat as you thought of a topic to discuss.

“I’m not sure if you ever knew this about me but I’m a memory hoarder. I like the keep mementos that remind me of fun moments in my life and I’m so bad about it I have the most random stuff stockpiled just because it reminds me of those moments. Do you keep anything?” but Andrew didn’t answer. In fact he had seemed too zoned in on you to even be listening. His deep stare made you start shifting in your seat and quickly you moved to make more conversation. “Andrew? Are you listening?”

“Sorry” the boy shifted upwards and shook his head as if he was shaking his thoughts away. “I wasn’t ignoring you I just got so distracted by how beautiful you are. I can’t believe I’m the lucky guy sitting with the prettiest girl in the restaurant” your blush was a deep crimson red that flowed all the way to the tips of your ears. Now that was smooth.

“So ignoring your date while she’s talking is a tactic? Good to know” you teased quickly, not wanting him to realize your whole body was now warm because of his comment.

“I was listening Y/N. I think it’s adorable you keep things that remind you of good moments. That might be my new favorite thing about you” he spoke before focusing on his food, taking some bites before it got cold.

“You have a favorite thing about me?” you couldn’t help but ask and he offered a quick smile your way.

“Yes Y/N, you’re one of my favorite people. I’d have to enjoy things about you for it to be that way” you hadn’t known Andrew had thought so highly of you and you were surprised by the feeling it gave you. You had worked on films in the past before but usually if you weren’t in the same project you both sucked at keeping in touch.

“Well that’s good to know” you told him with a soft smile and he returned it just the same. The rest of the night continued filled with good conversation and greats laughs. You actually didn’t remember the last time you had been on a date you had enjoyed the other persons presence so much. But maybe being friends made it all that much easier. So the date was a success and you found yourself sitting contently in the front seat of Andrews car.

“I’ll walk you to the door” he told you as you both exited the vehicle. It had gotten a bit cooler in the night air and he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets as you approached the door to your apartment.

“Thank you for tonight, really” you smiled at him as you turned to bid him goodbye.

“No problem, I actually had a really good time. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed a date knowing it wasn’t leading to sex” you both laughed as he said this and you shook your head.

“Crazy that men forget how fun dates can be” you told him and he shrugged, knowing he was guilty just like every other guy.

“So, any end of the date moves you want to show me?” he whispered into the night air and you felt yourself shiver lightly.

“You first Garfield” you told him and he grinned as he stood up a bit straighter.

“Well usually when I walk a girl to her door I stand as close as I can-” he took a few steps in, his chest an inch from your face and you were forced to look up at him, his breath falling towards you. “And I tell her what a great time I had and I wish her goodnight, and when I know she’s waiting for me to kiss her, I take a small step back. When she starts to look disappointed before she even realizes I lean down and kiss her good and hard. Then hopefully she’ll invite me in”

“And what’s the success rate on that?” you asked, breathing heavily because he was still in your space.

“Nine times out of ten she invites me in. Now what about you Miss moves” you smiled and started to shake your head.

“It’s embarrassing” you started to step back from him and he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

“No, come on. Remember you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” sighing you knew you couldn’t escape this one.

“Fine, but you can’t laugh” you glared and he nodded quickly, agreeing to your terms. Wanting to get it over with quick you prepared to move into your seal the deal move.

“I can’t believe how incredible tonight was” one by one your hands grabbed his suit jacket tugging him the tiniest bit closer without it being to noticeable. “To bad the night has to end”

Then slowly you slid your hands under the suit jacket, circling around his waist and pressing yourself flush against him. “I’m never very good at goodbyes”

Your hands traced random figures into his back and you finally looked him in the eyes, pressing your chest to his own, any space between you now disappeared. “I hope you don’t mind, it’s a bit cold”

“It’s fine” Andrew wasn’t sure if this was your move or not but it was working and he found his heart rate accelerating as he stared down into your eyes which glowed in the moonlight.

“If only tonight could last forever” you whispered, leaning up, so your mouth was only an inch from his own. The words fell from your lips and landed on his and he quickly closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He had never expected to feel this towards you.

“And then I pull away and go inside, and that usually earns me the second date” you pulled away and Andrews eyes quickly snapped open, surprised you had such an effect with just your touch.

“Yeah, I can see how that works” a nervous hand reached to rub the back of his neck and you offered a smile but he saw it in your eyes. The disappointment.

“Goodnight Andrew” you turned to unlock your door. Suddenly a hand gripped your wrist and spun you around “What-”

Then just like that Andrew was kissing you on your doorstep. All the air sucked out of your lungs as you feverishly kissed back, surprised that you had wanted him to kiss you like this. When he realized you weren’t fighting him he pushed you against the door, his tongue roaming your mouth. You hummed slightly and you felt him tense as you did so. His fingers laced with your own and he quickly pushed your hands against the door on either side of your head as he continued to roam your mouth. The tension you both had built through the night was so thick that this kiss felt like a breath of relief.

You wanted to pull back but this kiss had reached the point of no return. He either needed to be in your apartment or ruin the best night you’ve had in a long time. But your stomach was on fire, your skin burning against his own, the slight scratch of his beard giving you a sensation you had never expected. The kiss was tender, but heated, and he was confident to the point it felt like you were his best kiss to date. You gripped at his collar, pulling his mouth impossibly closer to your own until you had to break apart for air.

“At least now you know your moves work” he told you, his forehead pressed against your own as he continued to pin you to your own front door.

“Yeah well so do yours, now get inside before we give my neighbors to much of a show”

[hauntedwitch04]

Leaves

Andrew Garfield x reader

Words: 0.7k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other

Author’s note: Hi everybody! Sorry to be this late, life is just being crazy right now.

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DAY 6: “I got some leaves on my way here for you, they are really pretty”

Ever since I was little, I have always collected leaves in the fall. It sounds kind of sociopathic, but my mother and I and then with my sisters, for as long as I can remember we have collected the strangest and most beautiful leaves that we found on our walks in the park during the fall.

Although I am no longer a child, I wanted to keep this tradition alive because it makes me feel closer to my family members who now live far away from me.

When I told my fiancé, Andrew, I thought he would think I was crazy instead he told me it was one of the sweetest things he had ever heard and asked if he could participate in this tradition as well, understanding perfectly well if I didn't want to because it was a very personal thing. I had not been able to help but throw myself at his neck, saying that I would love to share that thing with him, because after all for me and for my whole family it was now part of us, but until today he had never done anything to help me with my collection.

I am baking another pan of cookies, to the tunes of "Nightmare before Christmas," when I hear the front door open and close.

"Hello love!" I hear Andrew shout as he hangs up his jacket and takes off his shoes. "The cold weather has finally started!" He says sarcastically as he enters the kitchen, knowing that I was waiting for nothing more, as I hate heat and summer, while loving to death autumn and the cold it brings. In response I tongues at him as I keep humming the songs and then remember what I was supposed to tell him.

"Althea called me, you know about the surprise party for Iara's birthday, and she told me that it will be around three o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, but that if we want to get there the night before she has a free room." I tell him, while I am still intent on checking the cookies that I am now taking out of the oven to make sure they are ready. I see him go wide-eyed and run off, and immediately I cannot understand his reaction so abruptly to what I have said.

After a few minutes I see him come back with a book, which he rests on the table. I open it and he proudly shows me a bright red leaf, with a few hints of orange, that seems to be almost heart-shaped.

I feel my heart melt inside my rib cage, seeing with how much love and dedication he is showing me what he has found, and I refrain from kissing him there his moment.

"I got some leaves on my way here for you, they are really pretty. This is my favorite, though. Do you like it?" He asks looking at me with those puppy-dog eyes of his, and I can no longer stop myself from leaving a sweet kiss on his lips. He is caught a little off guard, only to immediately return that gesture of affection from me.

"So am I to take it to mean that you liked it?" He says once we break away, giving me that sly little smile that I so badly want to wipe off with a slap.

"I would say yes, in fact I would say he deserves to have his own frame and a place on the fireplace." I reply, before going to get a photo frame, where there is already a picture of us in a park taken by one of our closest friends. I open the frame and place the leaf next to our figures, and close it all up, before putting it back on the fireplace where it was before. We both stay staring at that frame for what seems like hours, him with his arms around my waist and his chest against my back, while I keep my hands on his, hugging a little and enjoying the perfume he is wearing, which I gave him last Christmas. We don't say a word, but there is no need because we can both feel each other's happiness.

[redstarwriting]

too easy

stephen strange x reader

requested?: yes

request: “okay hi! i was wondering if you could write a imagine with stephen strange where the reader is the daughter of the ancient one and she is ridiculously powerful like even more powerful than the ancient one and saves stephen’s life and defeats mordo, stephen falls in love with her and asks her to stay and protect the sanctum with him? i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense cause i’m horrible at explaining my thoughts. thank you!”

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: language, awkward rambling, flash thompson, mentions of alcohol, angsty peter for a bit

a/n: and we’re BACK. fitting for me to return with writing something about andrew garfield’s spider-man. when i tell you i was OBSESSED with these films when i was like 12, i mean it. anyways, please enjoy, and take this as a peace offering for disappearing for like two years lol

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Being the most powerful sorcerer on Earth had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downsides. The obvious perk? You are quite literally the most powerful sorcerer on Earth. The biggest downside? You’re constantly compared to your mother. Your mom being the Ancient One seems all fun and cute and you absolutely love her, but if everyone could stop comparing you to her for like, five minutes? That would be great. Especially Mordo. He tends to do it way more than any other person you know. 

And you hate it. 

In fact, it made you beg your mother to stay away from him. Of course she agreed, she knew how much you disliked him and what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t listen to you. To everyone else, it looked like you ran away from magic, but in reality, you were set to guard the Earth from whatever evil magical encounters befell it. Mordo of course constantly tried to tell others that you ran away from your responsibilities, so where was your shock when you realized he turned evil? Oh, that’s right, it didn’t exist. It just pissed you off more than anything. Your mother helped this man and he repaid her memory by doing this? No. Absolutely not. And that’s how you ended up in the position you were in. 

You knew about Stephen Strange. Your mother would talk to you about him before he even came to train under her, so you knew of his powers. What you didn’t know was he was an idiot disguised as a genius He tried to go after Mordo himself, and while he could have easily taken him when Mordo was his typical self, Mordo had been collecting magic from other sorcerers for multiple months now. Strange was still more powerful, but he severely underestimated the situation. When you showed up, Mordo was about to drain Stephen of his magic. Luckily, you put a stop to that almost immediately. 

“Mordo,” you say, making him whip around to face you. “(Y/n)? Finally decide to stop running away from your problems?”

“Oh please. Why do you think the only problem lately was Dormamu? I’ve been busy saving your ass this whole time,” you respond, glaring. It’s true. Stephen was supposed to defeat Dormamu, you just had to make sure nothing else was happening that would destroy his chances at becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, a title which you could have had if you actually wanted it. You knew what you were meant to do. Your mother had trained you with the Eye of Agamotto ever since you were a child, which is now sitting pretty on Stephen Strange’s neck. Mordo scoffs at you, completely disregarding Strange and putting his full attention on you. “You may be powerful, child, but I’ve been improving my skills.”

“Uh, no, actually, you’ve been stealing other people’s magic and therefore gaining it for yourself. I see no improvement, just an asshole who wants to feel more important than he actually is,” you say, giving a shrug. You clench your fists, making sure your rings are securely on your fingers. Not just the portal ones, if need me you could move to a different place knowing Mordo will follow you and leave the future Sorcerer Supreme safe… for now, but also some of your artifacts. There were two rings that chose you specifically, and lucky for you, one of them contained a tiny piece of the time stone, something about it that is unknown to most. Of course, it makes sense, you mastered the eye of Agamotto and then just willingly gave it up? No, I don’t think so. This ring makes it possible for you to continue using the magic you mastered so long ago. For most sorcerers, it would be nearly impossible due to the size of the shard, but for you? Piece of cake. The other ring is one that protects you. It can form into something of a shield all around your body, making magical attacks difficult to get through to you and physical attacks comparable to a blow of wind. Of course, it is named Achilles ring because although you may seem invincible to the average person, anyone with information about the ring knows where your weak spot is. And those are just the ring artifacts that chose you.

Mordo glares at you. “I AM IMPORTANT!” he booms, “YOU are the one who ran away! YOU are the one who appeared at this moment hoping to be more important than you are! YOU are a scared child, afraid of responsibilities and--“ Before he can finish, you blast him backward with a wave of your hand. He hits the stone wall behind him with a thud, falling to the ground. “I’m not a child,” you grumble, glancing at Stephen Strange, “Only my mom could call me child.” You yank your necklace off, and it immediately turns into a magical sword, the blade a glowing beam of light that you can control and bend at your will. He chuckles, standing up again. “Your mother is—”

“I recommend you don’t finish that sentence,” you growl, and whip your arm. The beam of light forms into that of a lasso, tying around Mordo tightly. You grunt, using your strength to fling him over your head and into the ground on your left, and then proceed to do the same on your right before releasing him from his constraints. “I’m well aware there is a fight going on here, but would anyone care to tell me who you might be?” Strange asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. “Not the time, Doctor,” you say as Mordo slowly stands again, his angry expression somehow morphing into an even angrier one. He raises his hand to do something, and your ring quickly activates, covering your body in an iridescent sheen. Mordo screams in frustration and starts sprinting toward you, pulling out a knife. You hold your hand out, freezing him in place. “Strange, open a portal to Wong, now,” you say and he looks taken aback. You smile slightly as you see Cloak shake in amusement and watch Strange glare at the artifact before opening a portal. Sure enough, Wong is just sitting and enjoying tea which he promptly drops when he sees you freezing Mordo in time. “Can I ask how you’re doing that? Or is it still—”

“Not the time,” you and Wong both say. “Not the time, of course, not the time even though the bad guy is frozen in front of your face. Not the time,” you hear Strange mumble, sitting down on a rock as Cloak pats his shoulder. “Don’t sit down yet, Strange, how proficient are you with the eye?” you ask, glancing at him. “I saved the world with it. Stuck myself in a time loop and convinced Dormamu to—”

“Yeah, I know that, but can you do what I’m doing right now?” you cut him off and he blinks at you slowly. “Yes. Obviously.” “Great, take over,” you say, immediately freeing Mordo who continues to scream and run towards you again. You don’t even flinch as he gets so close that his knife is about to swipe at your only point of weakness. Of course, before he can, Stephen freezes him. You look over at him. “Took you a little long over there."

“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you would just let him go and not give me any time to prepare to stop him?”

“You shouldn’t need time. Always be ready to make a decision without thinking. Your logic will be your downfall,” you tell him, as you place your hand on Mordo’s chest. You begin extracting the magic he stole from everyone else from his body, including his own. You frown. You’ve always hated this type of magic. Fitting that Mordo would willingly use it. When you finish, you nod towards Strange, who lets him go from his frozen state. He crumples to the ground and you look down at him. “You did this to yourself, you know,” you say to him and turn toward Wong. “You can handle it from here?” you ask and he nods. “Of course.” He passes through the portal, forcefully lifting Mordo from the ground and leading him to Kamar Taj. Now that he is unable to use magic, he will be contained. Perfect. “Is it the right time now? Because I have questions and you have the answers,” you hear Stephen say and turn towards him. He walks closer to you, and you grin. “I will answer three questions.”

“Three?!”

“Or I could just leave, whichever you prefer,” you shrug and he rolls his eyes. “Is this how difficult I am to deal with?”

“Well, considering this is the first and only time I’ve interacted with you and you need to know everything about me? Yes,” you turn and he follows you. “Fine. Three questions. Who are you?”

“(Y/n). Daughter of the Ancient One, most powerful sorcerer on Earth, last name unknown,” you answer and he raises his eyebrows. “A little cocky, don’t you think?”

“It’s only cocky when it isn’t true. I’m simply stating facts,” you shrug. He shakes his head. “How did you freeze Mordo like that?” You hold up your ring. “You didn’t think the eye of Agamotto was the only artifact that used the time stone, surely. There’s a chip in the stone, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That shard?” you tap the ring, “It’s welded into the metal of this ring. It’s small but has all the power of the Eye of Agamotto,” you explain and he hums in response. “And here I thought I was special.”

“You kind of are. Not many are able to do what you do, so be proud of it. You are the second most powerful sorcerer on Earth, after all. That’s an impressive feat,” you pat his shoulder and he scoffs slightly. “Second most…? Yeah, whatever. One more question?”

“One more question.”

“Come to the Sanctum? We can protect Earth together?”

“I can’t say yes to that just yet.”

“And why not?”

“It would be far too easy for you,” you respond with a smirk. You see a glint of excitement and determination in his eyes as you open a portal and step through it. “Will I see you again?”

“I said three—”

“I know. That one was rhetorical. I already know the answer,” he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes, closing the portal. You’ve spent years hearing about Doctor Stephen Strange from your mother. Now it seems you’ll spend years around him. He just has to catch you first.

[raccoonscribbles]

Can He Save Them

@gay-dorito-dust for supporting the idea :) I was the anon, I don’t know why it went anon that was not on purpose @sweetheartlizzie07 because they said they wanted to read it, and btw it was inspired by Andrew Garfield y’know

warnings because it is a handful; Crying, Kidnapping, Screaming, Panic Attacks, Death, Acid, Denial, and tell me if you find more please

also, if you find a section that says she/her pronouns, tell me. That’s how I’m used to writing but I’m trying to switch to they/them. But I do still use girlfriend in this fic, I don’t like using partner because it seems kind of weird to me, any suggestions and I’ll change it

Also, it’s an angst fic

”My girlfriend has been kidnapped,” Billy said to Rosa, “Why would I not freak out?! How could someone know I’m Shazam! What did I do wrong?!”

“Billy, calm down,” Rosa hugged him, he was crying, then then the news channel sent out an emergency video to be watched.

Everyone turned to see it.

“Hey, Shazam,” a man in a black mask said, staring at the screen in front of him.

“I hope you’re seeing this, because, I’m not doing it again. But your poor dearest Y/n is with me and, I’m assuming you want them back, yes?” He chuckled, “Either, you give me your powers, or they die, or both! It is your choice, I know you love them, and how easily I could snap their little neck would hurt, would it not?” Then it switched back to the news.

Billy was having a panic attack on the floor, Rosa was in front of him, he was sobbing, he could not breathe, his whole body trembling.

“Billy, Breathe.” Rosa said, “I know people hate getting told that, but please try.”

He did, he really did.

“You go save your girlfriend, okay? But the others are not home, so it’s just you.”

“I..” He leaned into his mothers embrace, unable to bare his hurt.

•••

Shazam saw Y/n, tied up, upside down, about to fall into a pool of acid.

“Hey, where’s the staff?” The guy asked, his voice way squeaker than before.

“You sound so menacing,” Shazam chuckled.

“That’s what they said to!” He whined, “Now, where is the staff?”

“You don’t have it?” Shazam stared at him.

“No, I don’t, which means,” he pulled a lever and Y/n fell in, Shazam screamed.

“And to know it’s all your fault,” he grinned, disappearing with a snap.

Shazam stared into the bucket of acid, they were in there, he flew up, pulled the rope that held them, tying it up so they hung up, he untied them, holding their body.

He then flew away from the acid, down to a pond at a park and placed them in, acid going everywhere, they was dead, he was sobbing.

“No, that’s not fair!” He cried, “Y/n! Y/n!”

The commotion was heard and people went over, Victor stared at Y/n and Shazam.

Freddy went over, staring.

•••

Billy had shut everyone out of his life, he would no longer go on missions, anything, he just hated the thought.

He killed his girlfriend, his love, the person he could always rely on. The person he adored, he trusted.

Their funeral was today, he was crying and sobbing, but their body was not found in the casket, their mother screamed.

Billy had gone silent, his crying stopped, he said nothing, the ring he had in his pocket. The one he was going to propose to them with today if they still had been able to go on that date.

It was a mystery, no one understood. Billy had never been more freaked out, where were they?

•••

Billy was crying in his room, when the door rang to the house. He just so happened to be the only one home. He went downstairs and answered it.

“Hello, honey.” Y/n’s mother smiled, “I’ve got something to tell you…”

[littleoldpessimistme]

20230408

So, it’s been a hot minute.

Today I wanna rant a bit about sexuality, because that’s what’s been on my mind in the last couple days. (Warning: long post)

(Also, there’s a bit about a bad relationship I had, nothing graphic, and I wouldn’t call it abusive, just some misunderstandings and hurt feelings, but let me know if I should put a tw.)

Let me just start this whole thing by saying that growing up I believed myself to be straight (I feel like it’s also worth mentioning that I come from a historically very homophobic country, I was like 13 when I first realized that queer people actually exist). I don’t remember having any crushes in my early childhood like how people say that they had crushes on cartoon characters, but by the age of 12 I discovered fandoms and I started becoming obsessed with certain actors and singers.

I don’t know if this is embarrassing or not, but I can’t say that I grew out of my celebrity obsession phase until around my late teen years. As time went on my classmates and my friends kept getting into relationships and for the life of me I could not understand why you’d wanna date our classmate Gary when he’s not Andrew Garfield. I kind of felt like an alien sometimes and not in a fun way. Looking back I do think I was a bit overdramatic (as teenagers usually are), but I did feel very isolated and I kept thinking that something was fundamentally wrong with me cause I did not like the things my peers did. 

(I did occassionally have some fleeting crushes on boys from my school, mostly on friends but those usually passed in like a week)

I remember one time (around the age of 17) I was talking to a girl from my school and the topic somehow came up and I told her that I’ve never been in love with a real person, only fictional characters or actors 20 years older than me and she kind of jokingly called me childish. Although now I realize that she most likely wasn’t trying to be mean I remember feeling really embarrassed and hurt.

Ironically a few months after this conversation one of my (at the time) best friends confessed to me and I felt like I kinda had some feelings for him as well, so we started dating. The first few months of the relationship were really nice we spent a lot of time together and I was genuinely sad when we were apart. I did feel like I was in love with him.

A few things however became apparent early on in the relationship. One of which was the simple fact that I did not want to have sex with him. We were both virgins and when I told him I’m not sure I’m ready, he said that he totally understands and he won’t force me to do anything I don’t want to do. After like 6 months we started having more and more problems. I remember one time we were having a conversation about sex, mainly that he really wanted it. I know now that it’s partly my fault for not communicating my own feelings clearly but in my defense I didn’t really understand them myself. I just knew that the thought of sex made me very uneasy and I couldn’t really imagine myself in that situation. 

One thing I could articulate was the fear of getting pregnant (which was a genuine fear of mine, but deep down I knew it was only one aspect of the whole thing) and that’s what I told him. This turned out to be a mistake because he started coming up with reasons as to why my fear was irrational and listing contraceptive methods (as if I didn’t know that condoms existed). I started crying because I couldn’t handle the amount of pressure I suddenly found myself under which made him upset and he started saying things like he thought that we could talk about stuff like this and this made me feel even worse, like I was letting him down.

Obviously I don’t want to blame him and he had his own mental health struggles. I remember he used to tell me that I was the only person in the entire world who loved him and the only happiness he ever felt was when he was with me, when we were apart he was so depressed that he couldn’t function at all. I guess he thought that this would sound romantic but it just deeply scared me.

After a year of dating I eventually broke up with him, mostly because I felt inadequate at helping him overcome his depression and ptsd and spending time with him started feeling like a chore rather than a thing that I actually enjoyed doing. While we were in the process of breaking up he told me that he regrets never sleeping with me because the hormones released during sex help build a connection and I remember feeling really weirded out about that. The whole thing was especially hard on my part because I felt like falling out of love was my fault and obviously he was upset to the point where he literally quoted Green Day’s song “Nice guys finish last” on me which to this day makes me cringe. 

I hate to admit this but I still feel kind of guilty about breaking up with him when I think about it, but I felt that it would be cruel to keep him in the dark and pretend that everything was alright when in reality I didn’t love him anymore. 

Another interesting thing is that I had my first kiss with him and to this day he’s the only person I ever kissed. I am aware that this kind of makes my judgement questionable, because I don’t have anything to compare it to, so he could just be a bad kisser but I kind of hated kissing him. I rarely initiated making out because whenever we did I felt weird. Sometimes I could tolerate it, but mostly it just felt kind of gross and it didn’t really do anything for me. I know that he noticed this, along with the fact that I never let him kiss me in public, or in front of our friends and he told me once that it bothered him that I “never acted like his girlfriend” in public. I kind of knew that this was unusal but I really couldn’t help it, I felt like I’d rather die than engage in any form of PDA because the thought just made me incredibly uncomfortable, but I knew that this wasn’t because of him, just the general idea of others seeing me like that bothered me.

And this is how we get to the sexuality part. It’s been almost 2 years since we broke up and in the last year I’ve been kind of connecting some dots and I read a lot about different identities and other people’s experiences. I still kind of say that I’m questioning, but I find that I resonate a lot with ace folks’ stories and came to the conclusion that I might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum. 

So I just started kind of accepting the fact that I may not have all the gears in the big scheme of attraction, but in the last few days I’ve been sent into a romantic attraction crisis as well. I’ve been saying to myself that it’s okay if I’m asexual, because I can still feel romantic attraction and will eventually fall in love with someone who will accept me for who I am. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, I’ve read hoards of fanfics about my fave characters over the last like 7 years, it’s one of my favorite hobbies. But I started to realize that I don’t care much for romantic relationships in my own life.

When I think about it, I realize that I’ve always been this way. I remember my mother (oh boi I could talk about her for hours as well) telling me as a young teenager that I was too closed off, “like an ice queen” and I needed to be more approachable if I wanted boys to like me. But I don’t think I actually wanted them to like me. I only wanted to be liked by boys because I felt left out, and embarrassed that I was the only one of my friends who didn’t get a Valentine’s from a secret admirer.

One of my closest friends got engaged last summer and she’s been telling me about the wedding preparations and how she wants everything to be, and that also made me realize that I’ve never thought about what kind of wedding I’d want, not even as a child. I have two other friends who are also in committed relationships and they too talk a lot about marriage and having kids in the near future and I feel so disconnected from them.

I still meet with my old friends from high school sometimes and some of them always ask me if I have anyone I’m talking to at the moment and I always just say no, and they always look at me with pity and I don’t know how to explain to them that I’m perfectly fine this way. I’ve noticed that people seem to accept the concept of a single person longing to be in a relationship and actively putting in effort to find someone, but they simply can’t wrap their heads around the fact that someone might not want to be in a relationship at all?

Whenever I tried to explain this to people before I was always hit with “you’re too young/haven’t found the right person yet/you’ll change your mind” and these always make me question myself and feel bad about myself.

But to close this on a hopeful note I do believe that it doesn’t really matter. Right now I feel like the asexual-aromantic spectrum resonates with me and if I do turn out to be “too young to know” and I eventually “find the right one” then I’ll do that. And it’s not gonna be a big deal at all. 

So yeah, that’s about it for today. If you stumbled upon this nonsense and had the brainpower to read it congrats and thank you! And if you’re aspec and want to share your experience with me, go ahead I’d love to read it!  💜 🖤 🤍 💚

Stay rad!

[munsons-melody]

i’m just saying, eddie’s death seemed a little to random and out of the blue just for it to mean absolutely nothing

like i may be a little delulu lemon out here but

first off, eddie was introduced as a main character in the main cast and then joe did press with the main cast for the show - and no other ‘b’ character (such as barb, bob, billy, alexei, etc.) did as much press as joe has for eddie (like it’s been over a year since s4 was released and he’s still doing conventions and stuff for stranger things)

second, eddie is getting his own spin off book (flight of icarus which comes out oct 31 2023) and no other side character got one- only main characters such as el+hopper, max, lucas, etc. got their own spin offs

third, the makeup artist for eddie’s scars were told to make the scars ‘not intentionally deep’ so if he was to properly die from them, the bites would be way deeper

lastly, like i said, his death seemed to just come out of the blue, they have to be using it as a stepping stone for season 5, especially cause of the time skip at the end of s4, it’s really a weird thing to include after such a traumatic scene

and also- we all know the duffer brothers love to show the reaction of someone’s death on screen (like when bob died and joyce was screaming and trying to go after him)

like you can’t tell me dustin wouldn’t be screaming and crying, not wanting to leave eddie’s body there and steve having to pull him away

idk but i have a feeling he has to come back, even if joe doesn’t know yet (or he could be pulling an andrew garfield and denying everything, in which it’s probably a good thing so nothing gets spoiled)

——

there is more proof to feed my delusions from this post by munsons-maiden

:)

[razorsadness]

Last week started out pretty well. I got a lot of work (paid day-job stuff) done; took my kids to the library for therapy dog reading time, took them to the park to birdwatch (we saw so many woodpeckers, both downy and red-bellied). I took a lot of walks and wrote a lot and read a lot.

C. and I had a sweet discussion about relationships. He asked me if he could have a girlfriend and I said that one day, when he’s older, and he meets a girl he’s into who’s into him, he can have a girlfriend. Then I said that he’s a long way off from dating, though, and that in the meantime he just needed to make friends with people, girls and boys. He said “okay,” paused, then said: “Does that mean I can have a girlfriend and a boyfriend someday?!” I said: “If you want to, then absolutely.” But internally I was screaming: “Oh my god, he’s gonna be bi and poly!!!!” Obviously I know that kids say and do all kinds of things that have no bearing on their identity or life, but it still made me smile. Later on that day, he said he wanted Spider-Man to be his boyfriend someday, which was also super cute. (And of course made me think of both the Bi-Der Man meme, and Andrew Garfield saying he’d wanted to play Spider-Man/Peter Parker as bi.)

There was one day when C. seemed like maybe he was coming down with something, and I got a little worried, but then he seemed fine, so I thought it was just a fluke.

Friday morning, I woke up feeling good. I thought P. and I would finally be able to fuck that night (we hadn’t had sex in a week and a half; first he had a backache, then I had some genital irritation which I did not want to make worse). But then C. was acting really weird, like saying he needed a nap after only being awake for two hours, and his eyes looked really glassy, and his forehead felt warm. I checked his temperature, and sure enough, it was slightly elevated. He only got worse from there.

Well, whatever he had has since made its way through the everyone in the house. It’s not CoViD. We’ve taken multiple CoViD tests over the course of the past four days, and all of them have been negative. I know antigen tests aren’t as reliable as PCR tests, but last April when we did have CoViD, the tests showed positive as soon as we were symptomatic. Plus, with CoViD I had insane body aches, fatigue, and brain fog, and have had none of that with this virus. (Well, not much. There’s always a little fatigue with any virus, but this is nothing compared to CoViD fatigue.) But we’re treating it basically the same way, anyway. Quarantining, resting as much as possible, megadosing on vitamins.

The first few days after we started coming down with it, P. and I felt pretty good, and we said: “Oh, maybe we got really mild cases!” I guess we jinxed it, because as of Monday evening, it got a lot worse for both of us. Still not the sickest I’ve ever been, but it’s no fun.

Worst parts of the past five days:

I had to pass on a really well-paying freelance gig, because the deadline was the end of this week, and I knew I’d be too sick to do it well, and taking care of sick kiddos on top of it so I wouldn’t have the time.

Obviously, P. and I have not gotten to have sex. It’s been over two weeks now! I know in the grand scheme of things that’s not a long time, but for us, it kinda is.

The being sick itself. All the phlegm and snot, oh my fucking god. It is endless.

My nose is chapped! My lips are chapped!

Not being able to keep my house clean/picked up. I’m not a clean or neat freak, but in recent months I’ve realized I do better if we keep up a baseline of organization and cleanliness, and we’ve been staying pretty on top of it. But this week, what with being sick, we’ve done dishes and laundry as needed, plus general wiping down of surfaces with disinfectant, and everything else has fallen by the wayside.

I am so fucking tired. Not like, fatigue-tired, but like, I haven’t been sleeping well despite my best intentions. Because either the kids keep me up half the night so I can tend to their ailments, or I just can’t sleep because I’m either blowing my nose or spitting out phlegm every two seconds. And last night was the full moon, and I can never sleep when it’s a full moon, sick or no.

I started feeling bad about my Career and my Life and Myself, thinking: “Ugh, I’m a failure at everything and I’m old and hideous and everything is terrible now and is gonna be terrible forever.” Fortunately, I nipped it in the bud quickly, remembering that I always get depressed about myself/my life when I’m sick, and that it is not the right time to be taking stock of anything.

Best parts of the past five days:

On Sunday, when I still thought this might be a mild cold, I was able to attend the Four Queens online writing workshop. I wrote some stuff, and got lots of great ideas for current and future projects. And I just really liked what Mathias had to say about attention and astonishment.

I’ve been taking Mathias’ words to heart. Even as I’ve been sick, I’ve been taking time every day to step outside or at least look outside, or even look at something inside, and pay deep attention and feel astonished, and that’s led to even more lists and ideas and scraps; more mulch for future writings.

I’ve been spending as much of my time as possible reading books or watching videos and films. And basically everything I’ve been watching and reading has been by and/or about queer and trans folks. Books I’ve read: A Minor Chorus by Billy-Ray Belcourt, Feral City by Jeremiah Moss, and IRL by Tommy Pico. Things I’ve watched: The film of Abigail Thorn’s play The Prince, Chris McKim’s documentary Wojnarowicz: Fuck You Faggot Fucker, and Caelan Conrad and Jessie Gender’s newest video essays on YouTube. I highly recommend all of it.

I’ve been drinking a lot of tea. I’ve been mostly foregoing cold medicine and having a hot toddy every evening instead. When I have tried the cold meds they just haven’t helped very much, or not enough anyway, and I find that a good hot toddy helps just as much. Plus, hot toddies taste better and are more enjoyable than cold meds. And there’s no way I’m gonna take cold meds and drink at the same time. Twenty years ago, back when I used to take severe liver damage may occur as less of a warning, more of a challenge? Sure, I mixed meds and booze. But back then I simultaneously still hoped to/thought I would die young, and also kinda thought I was fuckin’ invincible. Now I’m (comparatively) old and would like to live a lot longer, thank you, so I’m not going to risk it.

Today I made myself ramen for lunch—just instant ramen, but I tried this technique I learned that makes it taste better, and also added chopped scallions, a splash of soy sauce and a splash of chili oil, and I topped it with a fried egg. Then I took a long, hot aromatherapy bubble bath. Then I drank tonight’s hot toddy, and cooked dinner while listening to my favorite radio station. Every year on International Women’s Day they play only women/women-fronted bands and artists all day. The DJ tonight did a whole block (two songs each) of Alanis Morissette followed by Garbage followed by Ani DiFranco, and it was like, holy flashback to middle school thru early college, Batman! (I mean that in the best possible sense.) Then we changed the sheets on all the beds, and now I’m lying in bed, finishing this entry, and feeling better than I’ve felt since Monday. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’m actually on the mend.

Other things: 

Saturn has moved into Pisces, and it’s intense.

I have a wee little crush on someone. They are currently On The Road, and I’ve been looking up photos of places they’re currently in. I realized that this is actually fairly common for me. Be it friend, family, crush, lover, acquaintance even…if I am thinking of someone who lives away from me, and/or is traveling, I look up photographs of where they currently are. It’s sort of a way to see what they’re seeing, maybe in that way sort of feel what they’re feeling. And it’s sort of the opposite of a postcard. A postcard is sending someone a piece of where you are, saying wish you were here. This thing I do is finding a piece of where someone I care for is, thinking wish I was there.

I was thinking about K. the other day. Sent her a message to say I think of her often, and I hope she’s well. She has not responded, and I’m not surprised nor do I blame her. For three years, she tried so so hard to be close with me, and I really didn’t let her in. I wanted to, but I was also afraid, and there were several other factors. And she eventually gave up. And, as I said, I don’t blame her. I send her messages a few times a year, to let her know I still think of her. I wish she’d respond, but at this point in my life I’d rather have people know I care even if they don’t reciprocate.

We’re hunkering down for a winter storm that’s due within the next couple days. I want it to be spring, but despite the returning birds and the daffodil shoots, it’s still officially winter for the next two weeks.

[thisisthewade]

Peter was in his spider man suit swinging through New York when he saw another guy in a black and red suit sitting on the edge of a bridge doodleing on a block.

He came to a stop "Uh hy, I'm Spider Man... please don't jump and get away from the edge. This is really dangerous... You could fall... and die. I know life can be though sometimes but there's always something worth fighting for... So please think about it again and step away."

Wade pulled off his headphones and turned to the voice. When he saw Spider-Man standing there his mask eyes widened as he smiled. “Oh hey spidey! I was wondering when I’d run into you here!” After hearing what he said he couldn’t stop his laugh. “Oh this? This fall would do nothing to me. I mean I’d be a stain for a little bit but I’d be fine in like a day or two.” He waved him off and stood up.

“Quick question, which one are you? I’m guessing you’re the Tom Holland one, but if you were the Andrew Garfield one I’d make a joke about Gwen in this situation.” Wade turns to the screen. “What? It’s been years and he saved Zendaya in the last one he’s fine.” He then turns back to Peter. “Either way now we can do our comic book moments!” He pulled out a comic book with him and spidey on the cover.

[swap-cult-au]

What if the characters were bitten by conveniently radioactive spiders and became spider-man (or skeletons)? How would they act and maybe look then?

[I accidentally deleted the original answer to this ask so i’m so sorry if it seems shorter or not as detailed i’m just really frustrated!!]

okay, so-

I have been hyperfixating on Spiderverse since before it released so this ask is literally a dream come true. Warning there may be spoilers for different Spiderman movies!

I will also be going into depth of potential Canon storylines, adding onto O’hara’s theory in ATSV.

Now, I don’t think the ordinary radioactive spiders made by Oscorp or Alchemax [Or anyone else] would do much of anything to the twins, but if they did, the descriptions are below.

For Dream, I think he would just say “Oh cool new powers” and call it a day once he learns to control them. He wouldn’t use it to save people or even help, just for his own gain. Nothing would change, and I don’t think he’d have a change of outfit, either. Maybe his webs could be golden ones made of pure positivity?

For Nightmare, he’d use his power for helping others who have lost their way or for stealth. Now, I’m not saying Miles Morales invisibility type stuff, I mean he would be able to blend into shadows much easier. I picture him using an all black suit as part of his normal attire as he would be committed to the job [similar to that of Andrew Garfield’s Amazing Spiderman after Gwen died in ASM2.] His webs, I think, would be contrasted but similar to Dream; made out of pure negativity in a black shade. For an extra twist, maybe he’d have his goopy substance on it, or even better, Venom’s.

For Killer, his abilities would be similar to Tom Holland’s Spiderman. Unfortunately, no cool Iron Spider because he doesn’t know a Tony Stark and that is way out of his range. He’d feel happy knowing he’s helping other people, but the press might ruin his pride. [Especially if a figure like J Jonah Jameson is around.] I think he would wear a white and red suit, potentially with his target somewhere on it?

For Cross, I think he would be similar to Killer ability-wise. I’m kind of tempted to give him a tool to use like Pavitr Prabhakar has, but unsure of what that would be. He’d probably have a black and purple suit [I believe there’s a suit like this in the Spider-man games— correct me if I’m wrong! If there is that’s what his suit would look like.]

Now for the Canons:

Dream’s Canon would include:

Killer’s death [He is the closest person to Dream, and would possibly teach him a thing or two about attending those you care about most.]

The saving of his cult from people who heard about it. [Dangerous people btw, not just hikers]

More to possibly come

Nightmare’s canon would include:

The potential death of Dream: Nightmare is the only person who can kill Dream, so I picture he was saving someone from their realm, and Dream had come by to bother his brother. Now, they fight, yadayada, but Nightmare accidentally uses too much negativity, which was fatal for Dream. The only reason why the imbalance isn’t met is because there is a cycle with the energy. This is something separate and needs to be explained in another post.

The complete mending of the God Realm

Dream’s reign ending [If the former does not take place]

More to possibly come

Killer’s canon would be:

The death of his closest friend [You know the one that committed suicide in the original story? Well, in this one, this friend dies due to secret villainy.]

Horror and Dust finding out about Killer’s alter ego

The death of the police captain [In this case, it would be one of Killer’s parents. [DISCLAIMER: Killer does not hate his parents.]

More to come

Cross’ canon would be:

The death of XChara

The necessary discontinuation of his podcast

More to come

I would have more but like I said above, I deleted the data. Hopefully this isn’t too little!

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773 posts created (25%)

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#q - 257 posts

#anon - 170 posts

#the friends anon - 103 posts

#fic rex - 91 posts

#sparkles - 90 posts

#🦖 - 89 posts

#kendra &lt;3 - 40 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

LMFAO i love you anon 😭 i adore this request shsksj the way you phrased it as well omggg (i changed it to waxed)

warnings: there is smut, i mean it is about pubic hair lol but it’s not filth type of smut, it’s just peter being dramatic (and Peter being honest about his preference so idk don’t read that upsets you or whatever chsksh) (800 words)

1,083 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#4

I got the power [p.p]

pairing: room/flatmate!Peter Parker x reader

summary: You and Peter get closer when the power in your building goes out for a day.

warnings: smut (f masturbation, oral f receiving, + penetration, I didn't mean to make it that way but reading it back it could be implied that it's Peter's first time but it depends on you lol), a bad joke about sex/masturbation?, Peter's physics book lmao idk where that came from

word count: 3k

a/n: this was just supposed to help me get out of a writing slump but I think it turned out cute so why not share it?

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1,395 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#3

Hotel [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.

warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??

word count: 3.4k (omg i just spontaneously added 1k in the last hour lmfao)

had to write this before i could write anything else, my brain just wouldn’t let me lol

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1,656 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#2

If I Could Die In Your Arms [p.p & p.p]

pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x reader x tasm!Peter Parker

(Tom Holland!Peter x reader x Andrew Garfield!Peter)

summary: When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

(thank you @t-lostinworlds for this beautiful summary <3 pls i was struggling)

warnings: smut, (oral (m and f receiving), not a threesome, Pete just watches, unprotected sex but nothing happens bc this is fictional, Peter is in his feeeels, slight nwh spoilers (this is a different timeline tho, the things that happen in nwh don’t happen here (plot-wise?)), angst i guess? but not really, mentions of death (the reader died in Andrew!Peter’s universe), omfg writing the warning and summary for this is the hardest part idk why gfshjdfkl, this ended up being so much more emotional than sexual (how i originally planned) but if you just want a sexual fic, i’m on it already kjsahd plus my requests are open &lt;3

word count: 8.2k… i–

❗️I actually feel like it’s very clear which Peter I’m talking about most of the time but still, to avoid confusion: Tom=Pete, Andrew=Peter (after the first few paragraphs at least, after she calls him my Pete lol (I even put it in italics AND BOLD)) (so Tom is the reader’s bf, Andrew is the one who comes to their universe)

thank you so so much @ t (and m and lauren) for helping me with this ilysm <333

･ﾟ✧*

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1,808 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Never Have I Ever [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: When Peter meets you at college and you two bond over your lack of sexual experience, you quickly become the best friend he’s ever had. But while he falls madly in love with you, he doesn’t know if you feel the same. You hold his hand when you’re out together, talk to him about the vibrator you want to buy and bless him with that beautiful look in your eyes that is reserved only for him… yet he’s not sure if you see more than a friend in him. Little does he know, you’re wondering the same about him, hoping for the same outcome.

Warnings: smut (all first time, oral f + m receiving, dry humping (semi-public? but it’s completely uninterrupted and unseen and in a remote location lol), masturbation (f with a sex toy and m with the reader’s underwear), vaginal sex – the second half of this is basically all smut), a sprinkle of jealous Peter, Professor Garfield lol, a little bit of angst ig bc Peter keeps doubting himself and thinks he’s a pervert but he’s just dumb as shit and oblivious, (all Peter’s pov <3), fic starts off with an awkward and embarrassing story lol, alcohol/drunk!Peter, (btw if first year of college sounds a little young to you you can always imagine they just took a break between hs and college), idk how college works in the usa, also I mention Peter's enhanced senses but it's not a Spiderman fic at all lol

Word Count: 23k omg, the longest thing I’ve ever written (if that’s too long for you i’ve put four ‘dividers’ in total so it’s split into 4 more or less equally long parts (the first is like 4k, second is 7k, then 4k again and the last is 8k) but of course you can ignore that and just read all of it in one go, all 23k are in this post, it’s a one shot)

It's finally here! Thank you for all the love I received for the teaser and just talking about this fic already 💘 This has been on my mind for so so long and I’ve been (sporadically and inconsistently) writing it since like September. I’m so glad it’s finally finished, this was one of my favourite wips I‘ve ever worked on, I really loved writing Peter and the reader and their dynamic and experiences and I hope you love reading it just as much 💖

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4,525 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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they need to be aware of their arc and not going in blind. how can they truly understand their character otherwise?”

Unless it’s Marvel. Marvel tells their actors nothing lol

mmm but to me, Marvel isnt cinema lol. It's like it's own thing. what was that martin scorsese quote lol? that's snobbery that actually has some grounds. i mean, pirates was a one-off, amazing. but marvel took the idea of turning theme park-esque stuff and turned it into some kind of machine i dont even know what. iron man was iconic, great, but after avengers assemble, it seemed to drop off. the gags were tired and old. the novelty of grown ass people dressed as superheroes lost itself - was it serious, like dark knight? was it tongue in cheek (the neon thor film got this right actually). it just became this self-referential thing that seemed designed to look into a mirror and jerk off lol, and include all these fans in the machine. it wasnt storytelling or art or even good old entertainment anymore. i dont wanna say cult but... idk. i dont like the greed. they dominated the box office for so long and for what? like, let original stories have a place.

its a funny one cos so many huge actors sign on, and you can see why for the job security, although i had no idea about the isolated process for actors! that sounds like the antithesis of what making art (especially in places that are typically community-and-collaborative-based, like theatre and film) should be about. but i remember timothee chalamet saying someone gave him advice about being an actor and one of the two things was never do comic book films lol.

i think the films and stories could be amazing. but i dont like the takeover. i was so sick of seeing that logo appear when i watched trailers in the cinema. like, have they never heard of 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' lol? hence why marvel itself just felt like consumerism rather than entertainment.

as for ST, as much as it got off on being all action hero-y with s4, at its core this show is not comparable to marvel to me at all. i truly dont see how people can look at el and think marvel. i suppose superhero stories are often about the pain of being alienated and different, but rarely do they tell this story in a human, grounded way, because there's always an emphasis on growing into your power and accepting your fate as an outcast and superhero. whereas to me el's story is about letting that go, its about her trauma and pain. we're not supposed to cheer when she does superhero shit in s4, yet everyone i see does. remember when she saved mike from the cliff in s1? iconic and thrilling. but her bringing down that helicopter in s4? we were supposed to be scared of her. and worried for her choices. she was a weapon, as mike said long ago.

Oh no, not the MCU! I'm a long suffering Marvel divorcee! Haha, it's honestly not that dramatic. Fond memories, things I still really liked - just not keeping up with it any more. There's too much to keep track of to be a completionist for a media franchise and I already was falling away by the time Endgame happened. I don't have enough time to dedicate to keeping up with it and I was never a comics fan either and too many new characters and storylines I just don't have enough interest in, broadening the movie universe more. Call me when Andrew Garfield makes another Spiderman movie and we'll see if I look in 😉

And I mean, I think not calling it cinema is a little broad. Movies vs. film - sure! The argument for popcorn, seat-filler blockbusters vs. dramas or traditional films is there and I agree. But cinema as an industry - there's still merit. There's ideas under all the shit and money-grubbing. I don't agree with the way they are filmed, and the more I leaned about the experiences in actually making the movies, the enjoyment and magic was lost a lot. Story-telling decisions I didn't agree with. Ughh. Don't get me started. I think giant franchises all suffer from being too-genre aware. Which isn't interesting to me.

More original stories, yes! That is anti-cinema, I agree - the domination of franchises. Because it suffocates something unique. Reboots and sequels and prequels and cinematic universes - yawn. Why I'm very much side-eyeing at the idea of an expanded Stranger Things universe with spin-offs. Gonna bring this to franchise fatigue if it's too expansive while right now it's still unique. Huge show - but it was an idea independent of anything else.

we're not supposed to cheer when she does superhero shit in s4, yet everyone i see does. remember when she saved mike from the cliff in s1? iconic and thrilling. but her bringing down that helicopter in s4? we were supposed to be scared of her. and worried for her choices.

Yes thank you!!!! This so much. Even if I do prefer the tone of the earlier seasons, the trajectory is just as important. And why her story has nuance that the greater audience and El stans all seem to miss. Her powers are not to be celebrated as this huge superhero thing - thus also the failing of Mike and El. She does have a different path yet to take, an arc unfulfilled until she learns who she is beyond what she can do. I don't think she's to be this admirable, enviable more-than-human character. Be scared for her and of her. She's still a work in progress. And I hope people like us are reading it right - otherwise, what a troubling message...

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Harry’s Siblings

Christina “Crissy” Elaine Solomon (née Goldblum)

Face claim is Lindsay Crystal

Born Dec 18, 1972

Went through a lot of jobs before she went back to school to become a paralegal

Marries a doctor to be, which her mother is ecstatic about. His name is Joey Solomon

They have four kids, two boys and two girls

Crissy and Joey can retire nicely if they want, but they have no desire to just yet

They want to take an extravagant trip once all the kids are grown and out of the house

Anna Ruth Rudolph (née Goldblum)

Face claim is Rachel Weisz

Born April 30, 1974

Is partners with Harry in the company

She is the president of their company

She is very pleased when her siblings, their respective partners, and her friends don’t put “female” in front of her title

{{ Brie had been the one to insist they leave out the female part, but Anna doesn’t know that}}

Marries Josh, who is a biochemist

They have two kids; one boy and one girl

William “Billy” Noah Goldblum

Face Claim is Ben Stiller

May 14, 1976

Works in the engineer field; sometimes works with his sister and brother

Marries Maya

They have five kids; three girls and two boys

Matthew “Matty/Matt” Goldblum

Face claim is Paul Rudd

Sept 6, 1979

Was very studious, but could never decide what he wanted to do

Tries to make it in the baseball world, but can’t

Goes back to school to get a teaching degree

He’s a college professor at a big university, and in the spring and summer, coaches a little league team

Marries Elena, who is a famous author. They sometimes do book tours together

They have two girls and one boy

Zoey Esther Hoffman (née Goldblum)

Face claim is Michelle Trachenburg

Born Nov 3, 1981

Her twin is Cloey

People think she and Cloey are identical, but they’re like the Olson twins. They look exactly the same, but have different characteristics

Zoey is left handed

Is a nurse

Marries Abraham

They have three kids, two boys and a girl

Cloey Noami Cohen (née Goldblum)

Face claim is Michelle Trachenberg as well

Born Nov 3, 1981

Twin of Zoey

People think she and Cloey are identical, but they’re like the Olson twins. They look exactly the same, but have different characteristics

Cloey is right handed

Reached for the stars and works in astrophysics

Marries Paul

Have an only child- Ava

Jesse James Goldblum

Face claim is Andrew Garfield

July 13, 1983

Was a surprise baby

Did very well in school

Goes on to become a psychologist like his sister in law

Marries Sarah

They have three kids, all boys

They have a little girl on the way, which was a huge surprise to everyone

Brie’s Siblings

Buddy Alan Riley

Face claim is Mr. Kauffman, my 7th grade English teacher

{{ lol, I know that means nothing to absolutely everyone. But he was tall, kind and baby faced, with tan hair. A little overweight, but not a lot. Had a deep voice }}

Born March 8, 1972

Works in the mining business, and is head of the company. (Again thanks to Hellfire32 for coming up with this!)

Which means he sometimes works with his in laws. Thankfully they all get along

Married to Helen, and they have four kids. Three girls and one boy

He and Helen were very successful in their respective careers, and they can retire like kings if they wish

Alecia Bella Riley

Face claim is Christina Moore

Born August 15 1976

Was an Olympic gymnast who won two golds, three silvers, and a bronze. Never gets tired of lording this over Brie

{{ and Brie never gets tired of lording her Phd over Alecia }}

Teaches a gymnastics class now, hoping to turn out more olympians

Had a few marriages, all of which didn’t work out. She decided she’s a marriage killer, so she lives with her boyfriend Eric

{{ Everyone thinks That will fall through too }}

They have no kids, nor do they want any

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Daisy Kenyon

There’s one very telling moment in Otto Preminger’s DAISY KENYON (1947, TCM). The three stars — Joan Crawford, Dana Andrews and Henry Fonda — are working through their tangled relationships in a bar when a waiter shows up with their drinks, and they all shut up until he’s gone. It’s a comment on class and decorum for these three characters, and I wish the film had gone into more material like that. There are hints that it wants to be about more than just which man winds up with La Crawford. Fonda is a veteran suffering from PTSD made worse by the fact his first wife died while he was off at war. Andrews is a slick corporate lawyer who takes on the pro bono case of a Japanese-American veteran who returned from the war to find his family farm stolen (this may have been the first Hollywood film to mention the mistreatment of Japanese-Americans during and after World War II). But both issues are dropped. Fonda recovers from his PTSD off-screen, and Andrews’ case is there mainly to drive the romantic plot (though some scenes had to be cut to appease the Production Code). What we get instead is the kind of triangle that has driven romantic novels and soap operas for ages. Crawford is a commercial artist having an affair with the married bad boy Andrews. Fed up with his inability to commit, she goes on a date with the wounded but noble Fonda, who professes his love and then forgets to call her when he promised. So, they get married and move to Cape Cod. It all comes to a head when Andrews’ neurotic wife (a very good Ruth Warrick) finds out about the affair and sues for divorce, naming Crawford as correspondent. The film lost money, which was rare for Crawford at the time, but has developed a cult following, with some contemporary critics hailing it as one of Preminger’s best films, a trenchant look at three conflicted souls. I just don’t see it. To me, it’s a bunch of people whose behavior makes no sense though they try to explain everything with high-minded lines that ultimately mean nothing. And casting Fonda and Crawford together is a huge mismatch. Next to his natural, unassuming performance, her studio-inflected acting seems vague and overly general. She has two moments that ring true — when she flares up during cross-examination at the divorce trial and a moment of naked vulnerability when a ringing phone intrudes on her attempt to get away from the plot, and by that point I would have welcomed a call, even to tell my car’s warranty had expired. For the rest, her performance is like an anthology of everything she ever did wrong as an actress.  Andrews manages to work effectively with both of his co-stars, and Warrick has a wonderful moment listening in on a phone conversation. You’ll also spot Peggy Ann Garner as Andrews’ and Warrick’s daughter, Martha Stewart (not that Martha Stewart) as a wise-cracking model (the film could use more of her), Walter Winchell and Damon Runyon as themselves and, if you look more quickly than I did, John Garfield as a profile at the Stork Club.