#Falling Down (1992)

[vomittedsoap]

top twelve possibly autistic characters in movies/tv. I love them.

One of these is a murderous psychopath.... the answer may surprise you... (it's Mark Corrigan)

[also Dave from Mystic River and Dr. Nathan Bronfman from Human Nature and the guy from Nothing to Lose but I can't have so many Tim Robbins ones ripppp...he just plays that kind of character too well.]

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Dude, fuckin love Skittery

What a guy

[norrisainz33]

the call || platonic grid & gr63

☆ summary: y/n y/l/n gets a call up to race for alpine with 6 races left in the 2024 season and she’s got something to prove.

☆ pairing: platonic!grid x crush!george russell x rookie!female!reader

☆ fc & warnings: no fc. some hate comments and poor grammar on my end

☆ a/n: i was inspired by franco and liam getting called up to race for the remainder of the season and here we are. no hate to este bestie, just pretending dw. this is not supposed to be accurate to exactly how things have been playing out. smau mixed with writing!!

part 2 | part 3

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f1: 🚨 breaking: y/n y/l/n will be racing under the number 95 for alpine for the remainder of the 2024 season alongside pierre gasly. y/n’s first race will be the united states grand prix. this is the first time since 1992 that a woman has raced in a grand prix format - this will be a historic weekend.

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user1: this is the best thing to ever happen to me you don’t understand

pierregasly: ready to attack the rest of the season with you ynuser!!

ynuser: here’s to a strong finish 💪🏻

alpinef1team: we can’t wait to have our girl on track!

user12: they really think a woman is going to be any better than what they had??? please….

user1: oh you are miserable. get out of here

georgerussell63: epic! ynuser i am so proud of you

ynuser: 🤍 see you in austin

user2: i can’t believe im witnessing a woman f1 driver in my life time. i am crying real tears of joy

landonorris: from our karting days to f1. you are amazing ynuser! looking forward to being on track with you

ynuser: so glad to be racing with you again lando 🤍

user3: this is monumental

user6: we got a woman in f1 before gta6

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you sat in silence staring down at the paperwork in front of you. everyone had long since left returning to their duties, allowing you to process what you had just been told. “it’s really happening,” you whispered feeling tears welling in your eyes. you were about to become an f1 driver - a real life f1 driver!! and no, not just a reserve driver who did nothing but the sim all day every day. your shoulders sagged as you blew out a sigh. “it was all worth it,” you thought back to the years of blood, sweat and tears put into racing — from leaving the comfort of your childhood home to go karting in europe, to watching your parents give up everything to make sure your dreams came true, to finding yourself in f1 academy where you won the championship, to fighting for a chance to race in f2 and becoming the only woman to finish in the points - you had given everything to this sport and you were finally getting your chance.

you picked up your phone and dialed your best friend. “y/n? hi! did you have your meeting yet?!”

“i’m going to drive the rest of the season,” you said softly.

“WHAT?!” your best friend practically screamed into the other end of the phone.

“i’m taking the second alpine seat!!! im going to be starting in austin.” the tears of happiness started falling now.

“oh my god y/n/n!!!! YOU DID IT BABY YOU DID IT!” you could hear your best friend jumping up and down in excitement.

“i did it.”

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user1: i can't explain to you how excited i am to see you on track this weekend y/n

pierregasly: jealous you got the media duties with the horses and not the american football team like i did.....

ynuser: HAHA idk why they didnt send us together

pierregasly: they knew our joint slay would be too much to handle

user7: as a young woman in a male dominated field... thank you for representing us. i love you and i am so proud of you

yourbff: my flight lands in exactly 1 hour and i am shaking with excitement

ynuser: if you think you're shaking with excitement you should see me... just got word im in the pre race press conference with george and max v......... pray for me girl

yourbff: okok we knew this was going to happen. of course they'll want to talk to you!! you're the new face on the grid

ynuser: is it bad to admit im afraid?

yourbff: admitting you’re afraid just means you’re human y/n. you're allowed to feel

ynuser: idk what i'd do with out you

yourbff: you'll never have to know! now go get ready!! i'll be there just in enough time to make the conference start.

yourbff: p.s your media day fit absolutely ate that dress and the cowgirl hat was lethal. f1 should be thanking you for being such a baddie

georgerussell63: howdy ms y/n

ynuser: howdy georgie --- see you at the press conference 🙂‍↔️

georgerussell63: looking forward to it

landonorris: NEIGHHHH

ynuser: lando?

landonorris: sorry was pretending to be one of those horses so you'd pay attention to me

ynuser: hahahahaha you muppet. ive missed you

landonorris: i missed you too y/n/n! believe it or not i miss fighting it out on track with you too. ready to smoke ya just like i did in our karting days

ynuser: i mean you are in a mclaren and have a lot of practice so id certainly hope you were faster than me

landonorris: well when you put it like that its not as fun.......

user9: bought an alpine hat and am bedazzling a shirt with your name on it as we speak

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the alpine pr team had wasted no time sitting you down as soon as you got to austin. they ran through what to expect from your media duties, how to respond to any and all questions that might be thrown your way and how to save face if needed but somehow as you sat down on the iconic white couch and looked out at the crowd of reporters forming in front of you, you felt all of that training start to fail you. the nerves were taking over as george and max took their spots to your right. you were thankful when the british driver gave you a reassuring smile and a slight nod letting you know it was ok.

"good afternoon and welcome to the 2024 united states grand prix!" the interviewer beamed at the camera before turning his attention to the three of you. "today we are joined by max verstappen, george russell and formula 1's newest driver, y/n y/l/n."

the interviewer started by asking max about the championship and how he was feeling about lando continuing to close the gap. you used that time to steady your breathing, knowing a question was headed your way at any moment. "y/n, first of all, i want to say congratulations!" the interviewer grinned and you smiled back. "you are coming into this season with only 6 races left and a rather tall order to get up to speed quickly for some points and fight for a seat on the grid in 2025. how are you feeling about it all?"

you sighed, relieved at an easy first question, "thank you! i'm trying to take it all in stride. it's definitely a tall order because these guys have had 19 races to get a feel for their cars, work with their teams, and solidify their standings… i'm going to have exactly one free practice to learn everything before heading into sprint qualifying and i think that puts me a little bit on the back foot. though, i am more confident than ever that i can pull out some points and finish this season strong for alpine."

the interviewer nodded along intently as you spoke, "do you think being the first female in formula 1 since 1992 also puts you a bit on the back foot?"

this. this was the type of question you were dreading. you knew what it was like to be questioned about your skills purely because you were a woman, it had been happening throughout your entire life but that didn't mean it still didn't get to you. you picked your mic back up but before you could say anything into it, george was already speaking, "i don't think thats a fair question to ask. her being a woman has nothing to do with her racing, let us not forget that she is here for a reason. y/n has an incredibly impressive resume and i'd be happy to recite it for you if you need the reminder."

*george fcking russell. the man that you are* you thought as a smirk formed on your face. "thank you george," you said managing to keep your voice steady as you continued, "i don't think being a woman puts me on the back foot at all. it's 2024 - i think we're past the point of asking questions like this. I may be the first woman in way too long to race in a grand prix but i certainly will not be the last." you put the microphone down, daring the interviewer to say something in return but instead he turned his attention back to max and kept it there for the remainder of the session which you weren't mad about at all.

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ynuser: p9 baby!!!!!! i scored two points!!!! cota - thank you for the love and for an incredible first weekend in formula 1. i will never forget you 🤍

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user9: best weekend of my life!!!! first gp i’ve ever been to and i got to meet you at the fan zone!! i couldn’t have asked for more

alpinef1team: try not to say goat challenge failed

ynuser: 🤍🩷

user10: i sobbed watching you cross the line

pierregasly: points points points points

ynuser: you next bestie!!

pierregasly: we’re going to both score big this triple header i just know it

user13: i love how these two have become instant friends. i hope alpine doesn’t split my family up in abu dhabi

user44: history - we’re watching you make history

francisca.cgomes: i don’t think you understand how attached i am to you now y/n

ynuser: and i don’t think you understand how much i love you kika. legally you have to come to all the rest of the races please and thank you

francisca.cgomes: for you? done!

pierregasly: um? hello?

ynuser: im sorry p.. look away

yourbff: i have no words. i love you more than life itself

ynuser: i love you - thank you for being there

landonorris: statement MADE

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

georgerussell63: i’m so proud of you im about to openly weep

ynuser: we can openly weep together

carlossainz55: congrats y/n!

ynuser: thank you carlos 🤍

francolapinto: viva y/n!

ynuser: viva franco!

lewishamilton: 🤍🤍

ynuser: 🩷🩷

user15: noticing so many of the drivers here supporting her is everything

user4: and the fact that so many of them are praising her efforts and talking so highly of her in interviews 🥹

user15: everyone loves her (except for the rbr duo, did you see her and checo having words after that race?)

user4: omg yeah grandpa was pissed but honestly he’s probably just worried she’s going to take his seat

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user9: pretty, talented, smart … you’re the whole package

landonorris: hell yeah it does. the car will be here in about an hour! meet us in the lobby?

ynuser: yes!! assuming we shouldn’t come down too early since we run the risk of people being down there?

landonorris: yeah, no more than 5 mins before

user10: hottest person on the grid no doubt

georgerussell63: blimey i’m excited

ynuser: me too! i need a drink after this weekend

georgerussell63: you better get used to it y/n! this is your life now

ynuser: and i’m glad it is 🤍

user14: i think i have a crush on you

oscarpiastri: hi

ynuser: hi oscar!! did lando send you the details for tonight?

oscarpiastri: yes he did!

pierregasly: me and kika are ready to GO

ynuser: me and y/bff are too! let’s get this party started

user11: keep this momentum going into mexico y/n!!

user4: we needed a chronically online it girl in this sport so bad im so glad you’re here

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george poured you another glass of champagne as you giggled, "i should really be sick of champagne by now but i don't know that i ever will be."

"well thats good y/n/n! you're going to be drinking a lot more of it soon enough," george said loud enough that you could hear him over the music. the club was packed with more people than you would've expected for sunday evening especially a sunday evening in texas but here you were in a packed club chugging champagne with old and new friends. oscar, lily, carlos, rebecca, lando, george, pierre, kika, franco, charles and alex all came out with you and y/bff and you were honestly a bit shocked by the turn out. though you should've known that lando and george were not going to let you celebrate by yourself.

you had grown up with the two of them on the karting track and you even managed to be in f2 in the same year george won the championship. they meant a lot to you -- you looked up to them since the start so to have their unwavering support now that you made it to f1 meant more than you could express. none of this was going to be easy but being surrounded by a strong support system would make it a lot less painful.

you smiled up at george as he downed the last bit of his cocktail, intently watching as the last little bit dripped from the side of his mouth. you took a big gulp reminding yourself of the room of people around you. that was another thing that was around since your karting days... your massive crush on george. while you both had seen other people between now and then, there was no doubt that it was still alive and well. but as far as that was concerned, it was a bit of a one sided crush. it's not that george had ever told you outright that he wasn't interested, you just never had the guts to tell him and he only ever made one move and has been ignoring that it happened since. the closest you two ever got to something more than friends was the night after he won the f2 championship. you two were inseparable during that season so when he asked you to come with him back to his hotel room after his massive party, you didn't think twice about it. you two flopped down onto the bed with your takeaway meal fresh in front of you and the tv turned on to some animated movie you couldn't remember the name of. george was sitting close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body from where he gently was resting against yours. "y/n/n," he whispered causing you to look up at him, "i love you." you smiled, having heard him say this many times.. he was your best friend after all. "I love you too!" you responded and before you could process what happened, his lips were on yours. and unfortunately for you, thats about where that ended. george realized what he was doing and absolutely panicked, begged you to forgive him and to not talk about it again so thats what you did. but on nights like this one, where he was looking fine as ever... it was hard not to long for him.

"helllooooooo earth to y/n!!!" lando almost shouted pulling you out of your thoughts.

"yes, yes! hi!" you rolled your eyes taking the drink out of his hand.

the rest of the night passed in a blur of celebrations, laughs and champagne. things were looking up and you couldn't be more excited for what the future held for you. you had done it. your dream had come true.

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alpinef1team: 1 down. 2 to go. mexico city, here we come!

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a/n: omg if you made it this far... thank you for reading!!! likes and reblogs are massively appreciated. i'm thinking of making this a series with y/n racing in the last few races of the season. if you liked this, let me know so i can judge if this will get a part 2!! much love 🫶🏻

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[aridante]

Do you think that if you were falling in space... that you would slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?

TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME (1992) dir. David Lynch

[torakowalski]

So the Olympics have started and @pennyplainknits and I have been talking about Swimmer Steve. His first Olympics is 1988, where he gets two silvers and a bronze. Two golds and a silver come in 1992 and he's all set to wipe the board at his home games in Atlanta 1996.

Except he has a training accident right before World's, some rookie crashes into him as he's making a turn at the wall, and he's stetchered off with a broken shoulder and a concussion.

What no one knows is that Atlanta was supposed to be his last Olympics. He and Eddie had life plans that didn't involve Steve needing to be firmly in the closet to keep his sponsorships. But he can't leave it there and Eddie isn't going to LET him leave it there. So he drags himself back to form, qualifies for Sydney 2000. And then...

"Wait," Robin says, grabbing Eddie's arm. "There's no way, he -"

Eddie is sitting so far forward in his seat that he's in danger of falling onto the people sitting in the row below. He reaches back blindly, ends up clutching Robin's knee with his fingernails.

"He can. He totally can."

He wasn't supposed to. He told everyone he just wanted to come to Sydney to compete.

But Steve was sixth at the start of the penultimate lap, fifth by the middle, fourth as he takes his final tumble turn. He pushes off long and strong, resurfaces in third and then it's on.

Half a length to go, he's level with Alexander Popov in second, and then he just, he surges. Eddie didn't know he could still do that, hasn't seen it in a decade.

The Dutch dude, Van Den Hoogenband is new and fast and twelve years younger than Steve, but Steve is strong and beautiful and stubborn as fuck. They're in sync for that final stroke, but even this far away Eddie is sure - he's _sure_ - that it's Steve's fingertips that touch the wall first.

On Eddie's left, Robin screams. On Eddie's right, Dustin yells, "Jesus Christ!" like all the air has been punched out of him.

Eddie yells louder than any of them. He's on his feet without knowing he's going to move, friends and family of Team USA jumping up and down around him, Robin and Dustin yelling in his ears, but Eddie's eyes are firmly locked on Steve, still down in the pool.

He's pulled his cap off, hair everywhere, and he and Van Den Hoogenband are side by side, waiting together with their eyes locked on the screen.

"He did it," Robin says, "he _did_ do it, right?"

"He did it," Eddie says. He did. They all saw it. Why the fuck is it taking so long for the confirmation to come up?

The screens flash, a ripple goes around the Acquatic Centre, and then finally, there it is: Van Den Hoogenband (NED) - 48.30; Harrington (USA) - 48.29.

(ETA: now with more here)

[reality-detective]

On this day in 1992, Randy Weaver and his family were attacked by Federal law enforcement at their home on Ruby Ridge in Boundary County, Idaho. What began on that day would quickly become known as one of the most egregious examples of Federal police tyranny in the nation's history. 👇

Randall Claude Weaver, who preferred to be called Pete as he hated his given name, was born in Villisca, Iowa to poor farming parents. One of four children, his family was extremely religious, though they often struggled to find a denomination that fit their beliefs. In 1968, Weaver dropped out of high school and enlisted in the US Military. 👇

While home on leave, he met his future wife, Victoria "Vicki" Jordison. In 1971, Weaver left the Army at the rank of Sergeant and a month later, he and Vicki were married. Randy quickly enrolled in Community College with the goal of becoming an FBI agent, but the high cost of tuition prevented him from completing school. He found work at the local John Deere factory while his wife became a homemaker as they began having children. 👇

Over time, they began developing a deeper and deeper distrust of the government, and Vicki began having "visions" that the Apocalypse was coming. The family decided their only option was to move off the grid. They spent time among the Amish, learning how to live without electricity. Then they emptied their life savings of $5000 to buy the small mountain property in northern Idaho. 👇

In 1984, their troubles began. Randy had a falling out with neighbor Terry Kinnison, over a $3,000 land deal. Kinnison lost the ensuing lawsuit and was ordered to pay Weaver an additional $2,100 in court costs and damages. Kinnison took his vengeance in letters written to the FBI, Secret Service, and county sheriff, claiming that Weaver had threatened to kill Pope John Paul II, President Ronald Reagan, and Idaho governor John Evans. 👇

Randy and Vicki Weaver were interviewed by the FBI, Secret Service, and the County Sheriff. Police were told that Weaver was a member of the white supremacist Aryan Nation and that he had a large gun collection in his cabin. Weaver denied the allegations, and no charges were filed. 👇

The Weavers filed an affidavit in 1985, claiming their enemies were plotting to provoke the FBI into killing them. The couple wrote a letter to President Reagan, claiming a threatening letter may have been sent to him, over a forged signature. No such letter ever materialized but, seven years later, prosecutors would cite the 1985 note as evidence of a Weaver family conspiracy against the government. 👇

One of the Weaver's neighbors, Frank Kumnick, was a member of the Aryan Nation, and invited Randy to attend a World Aryan Congress in 1986. Unknown to either man was that Kumnick was already a target of the ATF. 👇

While at this "Congress", Weaver met a man posing as a gun dealer who was actually an undercover ATF agent. Randy invited this man to his home to discuss forming a resistance group against what they called the "Zionist Occupation Government". 👇

Later that same year, the ATF would charge Weaver with selling that informant two sawed-off shotguns. 👇

The ATF offered to drop all charges, as long as Randy was willing to become a confidential informant. Randy refused. The indictments came down shortly after, claiming that Randy was a "bank robber" with an extensive criminal history. These allegations were of course fabricated. However, Randy was still arrested and then released, pending trial. 👇

Trial was set for February 20, 1991 and subsequently moved to February 21, due to a federal holiday. Weaver’s parole officer sent him a letter, erroneously stating that the new date was March 20. A bench warrant was issued when Weaver failed to show in court, for the February date. Randy was, despite being completely unaware of it, officially labeled a fugitive from justice. 👇

The U.S. Marshals Service agreed to put off execution of the warrant until after the March 20 date, but the U.S. Attorney’s Office called a grand jury, a week earlier. It’s been said that a grand jury could indict a ham sandwich and the adage proved true, particularly when the prosecution failed to reveal parole officer Richins’ letter, with the March 20 date.

The episode fed into the worst preconceptions, of both sides. Marshalls developed a “Threat Profile” on the Weaver family and an operational plan: “Operation Northern Exposure”. Weaver, more distrustful than ever, was convinced that if he lost at trial, the government would seize his land and take his four children leaving Vicki, homeless. 👇

Federal surveillance of Ruby Ridge began. Marshalls attempted to negotiate over the following months, but Weaver refused to come out. Several people used as go-betweens, proved to be even more radical than the Weavers themselves. In a rare show of reason under the circumstances, Deputy Marshal Dave Hunt asked Weaver neighbor Bill Grider “Why shouldn’t I just go up there … and talk to him?” Grider replied, “Let me put it to you this way. If I was sitting on my property and somebody with a gun comes to do me harm, then I’ll probably shoot him.” 👇

On April 18, 1992, a helicopter carrying media figure Geraldo Rivera for the Now It Can Be Told television program was allegedly fired on, from the Weaver residence. Surveillance cameras then being installed by US Marshalls showed no such shots fired and Pilot Richard Weiss, denied the story.  Even so, a lie gets around the world, before the truth can get its pants on. (Hat tip, Winston Churchill, for that bit of wisdom). The ‘shots fired narrative’ now became a media feeding frenzy. The federal government drew up ‘rules of engagement’👇

On August 21st, 1992, six Deputy US Marshalls entered the property to provide ground level reconnaissance and choose a spot to ambush and arrest Weaver. Deputy Marshall Art Roderick threw rocks at the cabin to see how the dogs would react. The cabin was at this time out of meat and, thinking the dog’s reaction may have been provoked by a game animal, Randy, a friend named Kevin Harris and Weaver’s 14-year-old son Samuel came out with rifles, to investigate. Vicki, Rachel, Sarah and baby Elisheba, remained in the cabin. 👇

When Striker discovered the team's locations, on of the Marshalls shot and killed the dog. This caused a brief firefight. By the time the shooting stopped, Deputy US Marshall William Degan had been shot and killed by Harris. Tragically, 14 year old Sammy was also dead, shot in the back by the Marshalls while trying to help his dog. 👇

The situation quickly spiraled. The National Guard was called in, as well as SWAT teams and helicopters. The Weavers moved Sammy's body into a small shed near the main house, then retreated into the house. 👇

The next day, August 22nd, Weaver and his 16 year old daughter Sarah, along with Harris, left the main house to enter the shed Sammy's body lay. FBI sniper Lon Horiuchi fired from a position some 200 yards distant. The bullet tore into Weaver’s back and out his armpit. The three raced back to the cabin. Horiuchi’s second round entered the door as Harris dove for the opening, injuring him in the chest before striking Vicki in the face as she held baby Elisheba, in her arms. Vicki did not survive. 👇

Two days later, FBI Deputy Assistant Director Danny Coulson wrote the following memorandum, unaware that Vicki Weaver lay dead:

“Something to Consider

1. Charge against Weaver is Bull Shit.

2. No one saw Weaver do any shooting.

3. Vicki has no charges against her.

4. Weaver’s defense. He ran down the hill to see what dog was barking at. Some guys in camys shot his dog. Started shooting at him. Killed his son. Harris did the shooting [of Degan]. He [Weaver] is in pretty strong legal position.” 👇

The siege of Ruby Ridge would drag on for ten days. Kevin Harris was brought out on a stretcher on August 30, along with Vicki’s body. Randy Weaver emerged the following day. Subsequent trials acquitted Harris of all wrongdoing and Weaver of all but his failure to appear in court, for which he received four months and a $10,000 fine. 👇

In August 1995, the US government avoided trial on a civil lawsuit filed by the Weavers by awarding the three surviving daughters $1,000,000 each, and Randy Weaver $100,000 over the deaths of Sammy and Vicki Weaver. Randy would pass away on May 11, 2022, after a long illness.

The atrocity at Ruby Ridge would not be the end of the story. Six months later, many of the same agents would be involved at the siege of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas.

The story of the Weaver family and Ruby Ridge reminds us all that just wanting to be left alone is often not an option. The Federal government, in particular the FBI, ATF, and US Marshalls, used deception, outright lies, and terroristic tactics, all in an attempt to entrap a man who refused to become an informant against his neighbors. 👇

History is not what we were told. Everything is a fμ¢%in' lie. 🤔

Posted August 21, 2024

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

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《When a Spider falls into a new world, she didn't expect it to be so.. "Batty" than the others she's been in.》

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Hurriedly swinging on rooftops and walls, you gaze in awe of the night sky. Warmth filling your body as the night air floats on your suit. Taking in the night sky...

Before smog and gas cover it as you jump down on the roof top. Pouting at the loss of the clear sky as you frown.

"I forget how polluted this city is.." You grumble, going to the ledge as you place your arms on the railing. Gazing down at the city lights and billboards.

Blinking innocently at one of the paid advertisments, you squint at it curiously.

"Wayne Enter.. Prizes? Technology.." You giggle at the guy on the board. His charming smile and flirty wink was not something you've seen often for an ad for tech.

Well...

You start re-calling a few worlds that did, but with a another billionare..

"Hmm, well. That's enough day-dreaming!" You shake your body, wanting to get your jitters out before taking a deep breath... Shooting out one of your webs to a near by ledge as you run and jump off.

Feeling your body pulled downwards, you pull your web as you glide through the air. Twirling slightly as you smile underneat your mask. Laughing once more as you swing forward.

..Let's do things differently this time.

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N), you were bitten by a radioactive spider..

Yet you weren't the only one.

But now.. Your on your own, though you weren't the only one.

With a fleeting glance at you, the supposed.. Dark Knight: pays you no mind. Eagerly taking down villians left and right, as the two of you finish them off together.

You were supposed to be back at HQ.

Things didn't go as planned.

You made it work, with this "new" life of yours.

Stumbling over your shoes in a hurry, you place down the box of donuts on the big fancy board meeting table. Glad that the stairwell was open, sighing in relief, you miss the eyes that watched you leave the building. While you headed to your next job!

In this Au, Spider!(Y/N) is a temp-worker and delivery girl. Just an odd young gal doing jobs around Gotham, ordinary and sweet.

She has a multiverse-watch, handmade specifcally for her by Miguel. Being one of his first recruits to the Spider Society, yet with the new Multiverse-Canon she's stuck in, the watch forms within her body to make it more acceptable to deal within the world.

Due to this, she doesn't "glitch" is the best term

"Welcome! Lord Hades!" The man dressed in a toga greeted cheerfully. You squint in confusion. Glancing at your companion as you walked closer to his side.

"Ah.. And fair Persephone, it seems you've taken form as garden spider. How quaint!" He spoke jovially as he held out a golden goblet to the two of you.

"Be serious Max! That's Batman and-"

"But Batman is a mere mortal! And what mortal has reached the summit of Olympus and survied!" Placing a hand on Batman's shoulder, the man gestured to his cup.

"Come! Brother! Unveil yourself and your bride in the nectar of the gods!"

-Batman The Animated Series 1992 Ep: Fire From Olympus

Spider!(Y/N) doesn't know Batman's idenitiy, and funny enough. He doesn't know hers, in the beginning. I'd like to think maybe down the line there's a possibility! I just think it's silly-er.

I'd like to think the dynamic between the two is Batman served as a comedic foil to Spider!(Y/N). Sorta, "brooding guy-and happy guy". Also, I like to point out, they can both can be silly in their own ways!

Just them figuring it out with Batman is hilarious in itself.

Biting into the dish, you beam in joy! It tasted so sweet! And.. Tangy, with a bit of sour. Invested with the tasty dish, you fail to notice the striking blue eyes glancing at you from a distance. Naively standing alone in your waiter uniform as you nibble on the treat.

"Ah, Mister Wayne, good to see you." Jim Gordon, dressed outside of his usual detective get-up greets. Flattening down his suit before grabbing one of the fancy champange glasses from one of the servers.

"Oh, Commissioner!" He spoke in suprise, greeting him as the two started to chat. "-And there it was... Mister Freeze and that giant lizzard."

"Dinosur." Gordan corrected.

"Whatever, doesn't make any sense. What does Victor Freeze gain by destroying a bunch of bones?" The billionare huffed.

"That's the question alright, I wish I had the answer." The Commissioner sighed, brows lowering in thought.

-Batman The New Animated Adventures 1994 Ep: Cold Comfort

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[This was a small personal project for me, I had this idea since Into the Spiderverse! I would honestly love some feedback for this! I also would love to hear your guys own ideas in the aak box!]

[rapunzelbro]

The Act of Stealing a Loved One |1| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

This is a beginning of a prompt I wrote. Please don't expect chapters quickly. Enjoy!

Story guide

Being the wife of a man who went missing was hard. Many told you it was time to move on, many told you he was dead, and hell maybe you should just move on. But if they knew what happened that night, what actually happened to the man you loved, they would know why you couldn't exactly give up hope. You told him to shut it down, to stop what he was doing, hell Stan even did, but none of that would matter.

When he got trapped in the portal, it was the day you shut yourself out from everyone, you moved back to the small town home you two had bought before moving to Gravity Falls, you couldn’t take living in the house he went missing in. Stan kept living in his brothers’ home, turning it into some ‘Mystery Shack’ tourist attraction after a few weeks, which you wanted no part of. And after that, it was just radio silence. You didn’t hear anything from Stanley, nothing about your husband, it was just silence.

10 years went by. You still had hope that he was going to walk in that door and embrace you, telling you about the crazy things he saw while he was away, promising to never leave your side. It was now August 1992. He was smart, he knew about this sort of thing, so he was going to be back in your small home in New Jersey any minute now. That was going to happen… Right?

Another 10 years went by. You were grasping at straws trying to keep the memories you had with him in your mind. It was February 2002. The ring on your finger was a reminder of the love you two had, your hope was beginning to slip away. You stared down at your phone. Some weird new portable phone you finally decided on getting after debating. You should call Stan…

You never ended up calling him.

10 years later you had a car packed, a for sale sign was up in your town home you once lived in. It was now June 2012. Your wedding ring was no longer on your finger, you put it back in its box years ago. He wasn’t coming back, it's been 29 years. You were headed back to Gravity Falls, Oregon. To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you didn't know what to think. How would Stan react?

Shit. Stan. You had to call him.

After starting your car, you scroll through your contacts before landing on your brother-in-law, Stan Pines. The contact photo was an old photo of him from your wedding, he was being chased around by some smaller kids who were there tormenting him, thinking it was hilarious, you obviously had the photographer take a photo of it. Looking back on it gave you hope that he was willing to forgive your absence. You dialed his number before you started driving, praying he hasn’t changed it after all these years.

It was on its final ring before someone finally answered “.. kids don't do anything stupid! Ugh…Hello?” he sounded the same as you remember, almost identical to your Stanford. “Hello? If this is some telemarketer im not interested” he said again, you realized you did say anything “Hi! Uh Hi sorry. Stan.. Is that really you?” you heard him spit his water out before coughing, then clearing his throat “Y/n.. it’s you. Um, geez sorry not good at this, why are you calling me? It's been 29 years..” He sounded off put by you calling him. “I’m heading back to Gravity Falls Stan, I was hoping I could see you? Unless you don't want to then-” “Quit rambling.. You're sure you want to see me after all these years? I did uh, take over your old home” Stan muttered into the phone “That wasn’t my home Stan, and yes I'm sure. I'm driving so it'll be a couple days until I arrive. I have a place already so don't worry” You sigh slightly

“Grunkle Stan who are you talking to! Is it a girl?” you can hear a younger girl on the other side of the line, you must be on speaker. “Who’s that?” you ponder “It's no one” Stan quickly replies, hearing the girl gasp “Y/n Pines?! Grunkle Stan! You’re married?! DIPPER YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS” She had to have seen the caller ID. Guess he just added you as a contact “Mabel you get back here! Shit, Y/n I gotta go, I’ll get it sorted out. I can’t wait to see you” Stan grumbles before hanging up. You slightly smile at the interaction.

You marrying Stanley? Hard pass.

Taglist: @cherryblom @leo4242564

[nvuy]

The Halloween stranger au has me in an actual chokehold PLS—

you didn’t ask but i have so much more for hsr.

tw for typical halloween slasher fics talk — murder, blood, gore, obsession, stalking, yandere themes, overall horror themes & subjects.

sunday & robin in a wrong turn (2021) / mandy (2018) / midsommar (2019) spin off: where, surprise surprise, your car breaks down and you get picked up by a sweet girl who introduces you to her small private town off the highway. she expresses that her town is due to have a religious celebration over the weekend, and it’s going to be a bit to get your car repaired in town.

you’re introduced to the family head who is oddly pleased to meet you, and says you’re just perfect for the celebration. somehow, along the way, as repressed and closed in robin is, she turns her affections for you—the most normal person she’s met—into this strange twisted romance. you’ve somehow seduced her, and sunday finds out.

as revenge, sunday brings you in for questioning. he’s disgusted that someone like you—who he now labels as some sort of antichrist—can trudge into this town, sully and ruin his sister’s innocence. somehow, however, you manage to seduce him, though not on purpose. you plead your case and promise to leave and never come back, but as you’re being held captive, sunday finds himself falling victim to whatever curse you’ve inlaid upon him.

doctor ratio in gothika (2003): where you work as a psychiatrist and struggle to help your patients. your coworker, doctor ratio, has continuously held down his advances and interests towards you, despite the chemistry. you then wake up confused as a patient in the hospital you used to work at, and doctor ratio does everything in his power to believe you and help you out.

and despite how much you plead and beg to be set free, he can’t do anything that would result in you hurting him, someone else, or even worse, yourself.

acheron and black swan in scream (1996): two girls crash into your house, chase you around with knives, killed all of your friends and anyone that tried to make any advances on you in the past. two repressed homosexuals running after ANOTHER repressed homosexual (you)? banger.

and yes, you do shove a grand piano down the stairs. and yes, black swan gets smacked right in the face with it. all the better when you’re dragged by your hair into the bedroom and she has a nice bruise on her face, and acheron is extremely pissed off.

jing yuan or argenti in the candyman (1992): the ghost in the mirror that only comes out once someone has uttered its name three times becomes infatuated with a detective trying to investigate the mysterious disappearances and murders over the infamous ghost story.

both argenti and jing yuan fit the personality of sinister, yet gentle and beautiful, where the candyman in the original 1992 slasher worked more to seduce his victims that outright murder them.

blade in a the boy (2016) / halloween (1978) spin off: where you find another resident living in your house after investigating a series of strange knocks. you end up communicating with the supposed ghost that haunts your home.

and it is only when you fall victim to an unfortunate home invasion that the apparent ‘ghost in the walls’ is a real man that’s been living in your attic for years, and has been watching your every move.

he’s also developed an unhealthy obsession with you—and, boy, has it been a while since you’ve seen certain articles of clothing.

[selinakylesupremacy]

Favourite Batcat quotes in comics:

Bruce to Selina:

There exists such a thing as longing, for two hearts beating across time, space, and dimension, then perhaps she helped provide a beacon. A reason to return. Someone to come back to. - Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Catwoman #1 (2010)

When we kiss the pain goes away - Batman #12 (2020)

Her smell. Chanel. Wet leather. And sweat. I want to get lost in that smell. - Detective Comics #800 (2005)

Nothing matters as long as we're together - Batman Chronicles #11 (2014)

In any world, I love her - Batman #132 (2023)

There has only been one woman who has really held my heart - Heart of Hush (2009)

All I can think about is Selina. Beautiful, fascinating Selina Kyle. - Batman: Black and White #6 (2016)

When I first met you on that boat, the diamond you stole, after I got it back. I bought it. I've had it for years. I knew, even at the beginning. I knew I'd need it. I... I needed it. Just like... I need you. - Batman #24 (2017)

I'd do anything for you. - Catwoman #51 (2023)

She's more important than the galaxies. - Batman #68 (2019)

She's the only one who...who understands what... she knows who I am. What I am. And she loves me anyway. - Batman #15 (2017)

I love you Cat. I always will. - Batman #85 (2019)

Something passed between us - a spark of electricity. The shock of recognition. It was as if I'd suddenly found a part of myself that I never knew was missing. - Batman Chronicles #11 (2014)

Without you, I'm lost - Batman/Catwoman #6 (2020)

When I do let myself dream, Selina...in that life. I'm with you. - Catwoman: Lonely City #3 (2022)

Even in the middle of death and madness she makes my heart skip - Batman #143 (2024)

My world is dust without you - Batman #78 (2019)

Selina to Bruce:

By now we both know we can't stop it. This. Might as well try to stop the planets orbiting the sun. It's more than love. It's gravity. - Catwoman #1 (2023)

You and me. The Bat and the Cat. In the dark making sparks - Batman #392 (1986)

When the world blows up around us we reach out for one another. - Catwoman #58 (2023)

The Bat and the Cat. We are forever. - Batman #85 (2019)

You are part of the night, just like me. We're not afraid of the dark - we come alive in it. - Catwoman #40 (1996)

I'd rather die with you than live without you. - JLA: The Nail (1998)

When I fall he catches me - Batman #37 (2017)

Just for today don't be Batman. Don't be the mask. It's okay to let it go, just for today. You can fall apart, I'll hold you together. - Injustice: Gods Among Us #17 (2013)

I hope somewhere deep down you know I will never let you fall - Detective Comics # 1077 (2023)

I liked the smell of him - leather and sweat - Batman #66 (2019)

I liked how he held me, like he could do anything, but he couldn't let go - Batman #66 (2019)

I love you too, Bruce. Just like a fairy tale, I could live with you in your castle forever. - Batman Returns Comic (1992)

His love is my great escape - Catwoman #58 (2023)

I love you, Bat. I love you so much - Batman #85 (2019)

[cherryc1nnam0n]

The weight of a lie | Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Having been married to Eddie Munson were the best years of your life, until a big secret shattered it all, finding a new love that will repair your heart and fulfill your deepest desire... Being a mother

Cw: Breeding kink, ex!Eddie Munson, huge angst, little bit of violence, lots of crying, lots of hurt, comfort, fluff, heavy smut and lovesick Steve

Hawkins, October 1992

Y/n Munson held on her hand a negative pregnancy test, huffing exasperatedly as she waited for it to be a different answer "Negative again..."

Eddie was sitting on their bed, sighing when the result was the same as always "Damn it..."

"It's been 5 years... 5 years since we got married and tried for a baby... And still nothing" she sat down on the bed, wanting to cry from despair "I don't know if it's something wrong with me!" She said "It can't be you, you have your daughter Amelia..."

Eddie sighed "I don't know baby..." He didn't know how to comfort his wife

"We'll have to get some studies, see what's going on"

"Of course honey" he said rubbing her back

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A few days later

"The results say that I am fertile... It's nothing wrong with me" Y/n said as she held the paper, talking to Robin

"Then maybe it's Eddie?" She asked, Y/n shook her head

"It can't be him, he has a daughter remember?"

Robin nodded "Right, I forgot about Amelia"

"This isn't making sense..." She said

When she got home she didn't tell Eddie she was there as always, she just walked up to their room and went to take a shower

"Honey? That you?"

"Mhm" she answered

"You okay?"

Shortly she came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her "I'm fertile..."

Eddie smiled softly "That's great honey!"

"Yeah, but we still haven't had a baby"

Eddie was taken back slightly "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." She got closer to him "I want you to go to checkup"

He furrowed his brows "No, no! It's not necessary!" He stood up

"What do you mean not necessary?! We want a baby Eddie! You know how important it is for me to be a mother!"

"I know honey! But I don't need the studies I'm okay!"

"Why are you being so defensive? If you have nothing to hide you'll go and get yourself checked!"

"No! I am not going and you can't make me go!"

Y/n huffed, feeling her heart racing, was Eddie hiding something? He would never do that... Or would he?

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The next day...

When Y/n got home Eddie was waiting for her with a huge bouquet of roses

"Hi honey..."

Y/n just nodded at him "They're pretty"

"They're for you" he walked over to her, kissing her passionately, guiding her to the bed, where he started kissing her neck and taking off her shirt, but she pushed him away

"No Eddie, no" he looked at her confused

"What? Why?"

"I won't have sex with you, it won't matter if you can't make me pregnant"

"But baby, you never say no"

"I will until you go get checked"

He rolled his eyes at her "Again with that? You should just let it go" he intended in kissing her again but she pushed him away harder this time

"Just let it go?! Are you serious Eddie? What is wrong with you?! Why won't you go get checked?! Are you hiding something?!"

"Okay fine you win!" He yelled at her "I had a horrible experience with my ex when I got her pregnant and I didn't wanna go through that again, so I lied to you and didn't tell you I got a vasectomy two years after Amelia was born" he said falling down on the bed "I didn't want to get anyone pregnant again and go through all that court shit again"

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing, was he being serious? This can't be happening

"Your daughter is... Is 8 years old... We've been married for 5 years... How could you?" Her knees felt weak, her world was crumbling apart

He had built her a castle based on a lie, all those nights wishing he would get her pregnant, all those moments praying for a miracle, it was all a lie and he never felt bad about lying to her in her face, faking sadness and disappointment whenever s test came back negative, she could feel her heart shatter in her chest

"I'm sorry honey I-" she smacked him across the face "Y/n please-"

"Get out" she said, when he didn't move she yanked him up by his hair and yelled at his face "Get out! You lying piece of shit! You knew how important it was for me to be a mother and you lied to me! Get out Edward I don't ever wanna see you again! You lying bastard! Fucking son of a bitch!" She pushed him out of the room, locking the door while he banged on it

"Y/n listen to me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean this to be like this! Y/n!"

She fell to the floor, screaming her lungs out, scraping her long nails all across her face and down her chest, wanting nothing more than the earth to swallow her alive, to stop feeling the burn in her chest from such a huge lie

That night she didn't sleep, only cried and remember all those times when Eddie comforted hr after a failed pregnancy test was revealed, how hypocrite he was by faking sadness, all so he could keep his dick wet

The morning after she went through their wedding photos, destroying them all while she cried, smashing photo frames onto the floor, burning love letters from him and throwing out his things she didn't give him the chance of taking

She screamed, wailed, wept and sobbed all day, calling in sick to her job as a teacher

The house was a mess, stuff broken, glass on the carpet, photos ripped all across the house, it was all broken, memories, stories... All gone in one night

"I hate you... Eddie Munson..." She said taking off her wedding ring and throwing it out an open window "I hate you so much..."

Days later...

Days were hard without Eddie, but somehow better, she should've know from the moment she didn't get pregnant that something was wrong, she never imagined it would be this bad...

"Miss Y/n? Are you okay?" A little girl asked her as she saw her crying silently while she started at nothing

"Yes honey I'm okay" she wiped her tear away "Let's go back inside, recess is almost over" she said walking the kid inside to their classroom "Alright kids, let's settle down!"

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That day at pick up after school, you saw a man you hadn't seen in years, Steve Harrington, the man you had ditched to be with Eddie, big mistake

He smiled at you when he recognized your face, coming closer to you

"Y/n! Long time no see" he greeted now closer to you

"Hi Steve, how're you doing?"

"Eh, could be better, things are well... Going." He said in a sad tone "And you?"

"I... I... I got divorced..." You showed him your empty finger, his eyes widened "Yeah... Long story but, no longer married" you said with an awkward chuckle

"Well, so am I... I'm just picking up Alice and then I'll go leave her at her mom's..." He paused for a second "How about we go for dinner? On me, so we can chat and maybe vent a little?"

Well that sounds nice you thought

"Of course"

"Be ready at 6, I'll go pick you up"

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Dinner with Steve was wonderful, you talked, cried a little, unwinded from everything and then the talk of having kids popped up, Steve being the one to say he wanted a baby he could have 24/7 and not just in shared custody with a manipulating woman and you saying you had always wanted to become a mother, having worked with children had taught you they can be little demons with sticky hands but that can also be a wonderful joy in life

So a little bit of flirting, some glasses of wine and vodka, and you ended up at your house, having sex...

"Oh fuck, Steve, Steve, yes! Yes!" You moaned as he kept pounding into you from behind, his large hand held you down onto the mattress as his right hand held your hip up to keep your ass high for him to thrust into

"Fuck baby, so tight for me, gonna fill you up, get you all round and pregnant with my baby, you want that don't you? Yeah? Say it baby, please"

"Yes! I want your babies Steve, please know me up, breed my pussy please!"

"Oh fuck!" He said closing his eyes and sloppily finding a rhythm to knock your breath out

That night he came at least 6 times inside you until he physically couldn't keep going, breathing heavily and you laid on your bed, tangled in your comforter as he combed your hair with his fingers

"So... Wanna get married so we make it official?"

"Is that even a question?"

He smiled at you as he pulled you in for a kiss, feeling your heart beat again with joy, knowing this man would finally make you happy

But would he?

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"Well, I have news for you" the doctor said setting down his papers

You held hands with Steve as you anxiously waited for his response, praying to all the gods that this time it would be a positive test

But the doctor's smile gave it away

"Congratulations, you're pregn-"

"YES! YES! FINALLY, OH MY GOSH! YES!" You jumped up from your seat, being unable to contain your excitement, going back to kiss Steve and clap happily as he also celebrated with you "How far along, doc?"

"5 weeks, everything seems great, you're in perfect health, perfect age for it, couldn't have been more of an appropriate time for it"

You couldn't stop smiling that day

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5 months later

"What about this one? You said you had a craving for pickles last night"

"Yeah, let's get these ones, where's the mayo?"

You were at the store with your now husband Steve and your very 5 month old belly, with a beautiful baby girl growing inside it, you turned an aisle to look for the mayonnaise when you saw him, the man that had broke you

He was holding his daughter Amelia as they shopped too, he looked... Horrible, like he had slept in months, which he probably hadn't, tired eyes and dirty clothes

You almost felt pitty for him, almost...

"Y/n!" Amelia said when she saw you, running to say hi to you

"Hi sweetie" you said to the Eddie clone in front of you

"Y/n..." You heard him say "Oh god..." Was what he muttered when he saw your belly "How...?"

"It's not your's before you worry about that..." You rolled your eyes, his face visibly relaxed, that made you feel annoyed "I had better luck with someone else, someone who made me happy and can make me a mother, unless you did Edward"

"Y/n listen I, am so sorry, please just forgive me I-"

"Shut" you said "I already left it all in the past, you're no longer in my life and I am not in your's, so don't ever come close to me, I wanna be happy, and I am happy without you"

With those last words you turned around grabbing a packet of mayo and walking to go find Steve

Eddie could only stand there, silent tests falling down his eyes as he saw you kiss your husband and walk away to the check out

"Daddy... Why did Y/n say that? Does she hate you like mommy does?"

He just looked down at her and cried even more

He had ruined the only good thing he had and now he was paying for it, watching you be happy with another man is what broke him, you were the love of his life and he lost you all due to the weight of a lie...

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

uggh dave with glasses in that 1992 awards ceremony photos I would be on my knees instantly. can you write a fic about him in that era living down the street from you and the intense raw desire from first look to hook up

A/n: I lost motivation at some point and you can tell ☺️

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, masturbation, riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

When you moved you never thought to take a look at who lives around you, it never crossed your mind because you didn't think it mattered. And, to you, it didn't.

It was a different story with Dave.

There had been talk for a while about who would move in down the street, ever since the old family moved out. People were nosy and annoying and wouldn't shut up about it, ever.

Dave didn't care about it either, at least he told himself that over and over again. When he saw the moving van coming down the street, however, he couldn't help but be curious.

He went on a walk down the street and saw a few other people stepping outside their houses to see their new neighbour.

Dave's plan was to just walk past the house, glance at the neighbour and move on with his life. Then you stepped out of your car and his breath hitched, from that point on he knew he needed you.

He did whatever he could do to spend time with you, to see you, to be close to you. He made you treats and put them in glass containers so you'd have to come see him to return them where he'd invite you into his house for lunch or dinner, to watch a movie, it didn't matter.

At night he'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought about you, hand moving down to his hard cock and stroking it as he thought about you, what you'd look like in his lap being an obedient little slut, the noises you'd make, how his name would fall from your lips.

He'd get you a collar and leash and keep you in his house, his own personal fucktoy. He needed you, but he was a patient man.

He wanted to get to know you and make you fall for him before he made you his, he needed to know there'd be no chance of rejection, he'd give you no reason to reject him.

That was his plan, but then he heard you got a boyfriend. People around the neighbourhood had been talking about a man coming by your place and staying for a few hours before leaving, occasionally staying the night.

Dave was having none of that.

He tried to maintain some level of self control, you weren't his yet, he couldn't be mad. But he was. He was more than mad, he was furious, you were supposed to be his and you were with someone else?

It was late, around 1:00 am, Dave was restless. He got his shoes on and stormed over to your house down the street, ringing the doorbell, banging on the door, making you up rather rudely.

You stumbled to the door, not quite awake yet, and flung the door open. You didn't get a word out before Dave's lips were on yours, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and holding you against him.

You tried fighting against him at first, not having expected it, but it felt good. His tongue licked your bottom lip, silently asking for entry before exploring your mouth.

He pushed you back into your house, kicking his shoes off and shutting the door behind him, locking it.

You pulled away from him a moment, just barely. "What-what are you doing?" You asked breathlessly.

"Taking what I fucking want." He said, voice low and gravelly. You wanted to question him further but before you could he threw you over his shoulder, when you tried to speak his palm came down on your ass.

A new favourite thing of his was seeing you in your sleepwear, a t-shirt and panties, although he enjoyed the thought that you'd just thrown the shirt on when you heard him at your door.

You'd let him into your house a few times, on his little treat deliveries. He'd asked you to give him a tour of your house which you were happy to do, you just hadn't realized he'd remember where your room was and carry you there like this.

Dave threw you on the bed and crawled over you, lips crashing against yours once more. His hands roamed over you, lifting up your shirt and revealing your bare chest.

He groped and squeezed your sides and chest, mapping out your body.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer and you could feel his bulge through his jeans grinding against you.

He wasted no time in getting his clothes off, tossing them off somewhere and forgetting about them, focus not staying off of you for long. He pulled your shirt off and snapped the thin waistband of your panties to get them off.

"Hey!" You gasped as he ripped them. "Those were expensive!" You said, reaching for the cloth.

Dave shook his head at you, bringing your panties to his nose and inhaling deeply. "I'll get you more." He said, tossing the fabric to the floor.

The darkness in his eyes, his heavy breath, strong, calloused and experienced hands trailing over you, it had your body boiling, skin prickling with excitement.

He leaned over you, lined himself up with your needy hole and pushed in, stretching you out and making you gasp. He waited a moment to let you adjust before he started moving, hips rutting and rolling, tip hitting deep inside you, veins dragging against your gummy walls.

Dave was big, in more ways than one, and strong. He was six feet tall and towered over you, in any normal situation it wouldn't matter, sometimes you'd ask him to get things off higher shelves for you, but it was different now.

It was different when he stretched you out, when he held you to the bed and snapped his hips into you, when he nipped and bit your neck, marking you, owning you.

You'd not been with a man in a while, despite what Dave thought. Your toys worked but they were nothing to him, no one seemed to be. His deep voice, grunts and groans falling onto your ears. Plump lips on your swollen ones, lustful gaze looking into your own desperate eyes.

You let your body succumb to the pleasure he was granting you, heat racking your body with Dave following shortly behind. He was a gentlemen and pulled out, working his hand on his length and cumming on your stomach.

He didn't move from his spot hovering over you, he liked seeing you small and precious under him, needy and breathing heavy.

"I'm better than him." He said abruptly, voice low as he watched for your reaction.

Your brows furrowed, looking up at him curiously. "Better than who..?" You asked breathlessly.

"Him." He stated. You had no idea who he was talking about so he specified. "The guy who keeps coming over here, he fucks you then fucks off, I'm better than him."

Your expression relaxed and you let out a soft chuckle. "Davie... that's my brother." His brows raised as you said that and he let out a soft 'oh'.

"Well, then I'm definitely better than him." He said, rolling off you and pulling you to his side. "At least I should hope so." You swatted his chest playfully.

Now that Dave knew there wasn't competition he had a different idea of how to spend the night. He didn't need to be on top of you anymore, no more need for the dominant demeanor.

He pulled you on top of him, hands going to your thighs as you straddled him and he gave them a squeeze. "Do me a favour, would you?" You didn't need much more than that, aching for more of him already.

[charlestrask]

okay wait i know all the lock all the doors info exists already floating out there but i need to cement the organization all in one place for my own sake.

so ~1992 oasis records the lock all the doors demo

A feeling sleeping deep inside You hide it so I'll never find Today I think I'll waste your time You never notice, you are blind The dream I have can never be To photograph what the eye can't see I fight to live another day [?? I cannot figure out this line at 0:59 somebody help. but importantly it is DIFFERENT from the my sister lover lyrics] Lock all the doors! Maybe they'll never find us I can be sure, like never before, this time Get down on the floor! Turn all the lights off inside I can be sure, like never before, this time You know it's mine You know it's mine A feeling sleeping deep inside You hide it so I'll never find Today I think I'll waste your time You never notice, you are blind Lock all the doors! Maybe they'll never find us I can be sure, like never before, this time Get down on the floor! Turn all the lights off inside I can be sure, like never before, this time You know it's mine This time It's mine A feeling sleeping deep inside You hide it so I'll never find Today I think I'll waste your time You never notice, you are blind Lock all the doors! Maybe they'll never find us I can be sure, like never before, this time Get down on the floor! Turn all the lights off inside I can be sure, like never before, this time It's mine This time It's mine

then in this interview from 2014 noel claims the verse from setting sun was taken from the 1992 lock all the doors draft. but it seems like Actually noel was in fact misremembering and the verse was taken from a different oasis demo, comin' on strong. which according to this reddit comment was recorded at the same time as the lock all the doors demo

Setting Sun (1996) lyrics:

You're the devil in me I brought in from the cold You said your body was young but your mind was very old You're coming on strong and I like the way The visions we had have faded away You're part of a life I've never had I'll tell you that it's just too bad I'll tell you that it's just too bad (x4) You're coming on strong You're coming on strong You're showing your color Like a setting sun

Comin' On Strong (~1992) lyrics:

You're the devil in me that I brought in from the cold Your body's still young and your mind is very old You're comin' on strong and I like the way The visions we have are just fading away You're part of the life that I never had You said that man it's just too bad I see the animals [and ask them when the summer starts to call]* I hear there's happiness around, which is banging down the hall You're part of my mind that's been and gone She said she'd return and it won't be long She's part of my life that I never had She said that that was just too bad I want the whole** of my life to be something that I can see I want the whole of my life to be something that I can be You're comin' on strong (x4)

*this is what genius lyrics has for this line, but honestly i'm not sure about that. it sounds more like "I see the animals around [??] summer starts to fall"

**whole of my life or hole of my life? let the listener decide

then the mustique demo of my sister lover which would have been recorded early 1996, sung by noel

A feeling sleeping deep inside You hide it so I’d never find Today I think I’ll waste your time You never notice you are blind The dream I have can never be To photograph what the eye can’t see You fight to live another day You live to fight, now come what may Faith in the lord is something I could never have Faith in my sister is gonna set me free Faith in the lord is something I will never have ‘Cause the lord I know don’t got no have faith in me You’re my lover I'm your brother You’re my lover I'm your brother She gives me light when the sun goes down She gives me strength and I don’t drown She gives me hope and destiny She gives me air so I can breathe Faith in the lord is something I could never have Faith in my sister is gonna set me free Faith in the lord is something I could never have ‘Cause the lord I know don’t got no faith in me And you’re my lover I’m your brother You’re my lover I’m your brother

then the final version of my sister lover recorded late 1996 or early 1997 i'm not sure the exact song chronology of the be here now production process, sung by liam

A feeling sleeping deep inside You hide it so I’ll never find Today I think I’ll waste my time You never notice you are blind The dream I have can never be To photograph what the eye can’t see I fight to live another day I live to find now come what may Faith in the lord is something I could never have Faith in my sister is gonna set me free Faith in the lord is something I will never have ‘Cause the lord I know don’t got no have faith in me You’re my lover (x4) She gives me light when the sun goes down She gives me strength and I don’t drown She gives me hope and destiny She gives me air that I can breathe Faith in the lord is something I could never have Faith in my sister is gonna set me free Faith in the lord is something I will never have ‘Cause the lord I know don’t got no faith in me You’re my lover I’m your brother You’re my lover I’m your brother

then the high flying birds version of lock all the doors (2015)

She wore a star-shaped tambourine Prettiest girl I'd ever seen Was standing lost and lonely on the shore I tried to catch her every night Dancing on the road in her candlelight* But I can't seem to reach her anymore Lock all the doors! Maybe they'll never find us I could be sure, like never before, this time Get down on the floor! Turn all the lights off inside I could be sure, like never before, this time You know it's mine You know it's mine She never hears me when I speak I gotta find out where that magic sleeps And I can feel you underneath my skin Ready for take-off, warm inside Cause I don't wanna sail on the ocean wide Cause we might never live to meet again Lock all the doors! Maybe they'll never find us I could be sure, like never before, this time Get down on the floor! Turn all the lights off inside I could be sure, like never before, this time You know it's mine You know it's mine

*i know this is the lyric on genius and i dont have a cd lyric booklet accessible to check but i feel like this lyric actually sounds a lot more like "dancing on her own in the candlelight"

then finally we have liam singing the original demo version on the dm30 tour this year

conclusion: i feel like we do NOT talk enough about those lyrics in comin' on strong because those are crazy.........

[oneforthemunny]

I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.” 

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson. 

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-” 

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?” 

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.” 

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.” 

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts. 

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.” 

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press. 

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster. 

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip. 

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.” 

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin. 

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting. 

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze. 

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-” 

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.” 

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?” 

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.” 

October 31st, 1994 

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera. 

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.” 

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone. 

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?” 

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!” 

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!” 

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?” 

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!” 

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly. 

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked. 

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.” 

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop. 

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.” 

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly. 

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.” 

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint. 

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s. 

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you. 

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him. 

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

[theshiftingwitch]

my question is, why would an adult initially have a crush on a minor? like even if they shift to a reality where they’re an adult, why did they at first have a romantic attraction to a child in a reality where they’re an adult? 😭

this is about aging up to date, not aging up in general

Because some fell in love with those characters when they also were minors but only discovered shifting as adults.

Not everything has to have this insidious, disgusting ulterior motive behind it. Some shifters were lucky to learn about shifting in their teens and they are regarded as normal and accepted no questions asked even if they decide to age themselves up. But adult shifters have to jump through hoops to explain that they are not pedophiles, they are just normal people wanting to meet the characters that brought them comfort and love and acceptance when they were younger.

But the main point of that post was not the attraction in itself. It was that awareness is ageless and aging yourself up or down is not even the correct term. You are not aging up nor down. The same way you were born in 2004 in this reality, you could have been born in 1992 in another, or 1867, or 2190, or 2001, or 3689, or 1212. You have lived in that Dr your entire life, you're not going to suddenly become aware of it and develop a whole new perspective and personality influenced by your cr self.

But let's say for argument's sake that you do. And you happen to shift to a reality where you are an immortal creature, born one thousand years ago. When you shift back to this reality, will you be celibate for the rest of your life? Never dating and never marrying and never falling in love, right? Because according to that logic, you now have the awareness of a 1000 year old creature, so dating anyone back here makes you a pedo. No?

Time is not linear, and all of the possible, infinite realities are happening at the same time. Once you shift, you become infinite, pure consciousness, and none of this will matter to you anyway.

I hope that clarifies things.

[centrally-unplanned]

Stumbled on this 1992 interview with Michael Crichton about his 90's Japan Scare novel Rising Sun, which is very fun. For one, Crichton is a Perotist!

Question: “Rising Sun” makes a strong argument that Japanese business is unfairly aggressive and Americans are foolish to have tolerated this unfairness for so long. Is that a decent synopsis? Answer: Not exactly. Let me just restate it. In the immortal words of my hero, Ross Perot: “It’s not a two-way street. It never has been a two-way street. It’s not their fault.” It’s our fault.

His 90's "Declinist America Needs Protectionism" vibe really comes through in the whole interview, you forget these days due to Trump how much of a Type of Guy that was and how intellectual-coded it could be in that era of dominant "unreflective" neoliberalism.

Anyway, we certainly did talk about race in the 90's!

Q: Do you consider the Japanese racist? A: [...] We’re talking about a historically inward-looking nation, an island nation, largely monoracial. That’s a good structure in which to have the rise of feelings of superiority about your own people as opposed to other people in the world. Of course, these broad statements can’t be applied to the individual Japanese person. One of the things that Americans, as a multiracial society, feel is a tremendous sensitivity to racial comments of all kinds. In the book, one of the things I tried to say to Americans was: Hey, while you’re tiptoeing around the race issue, your competitors are a monoracial country, very much aligned, and tend to hold in common beliefs that would astound you.

Narrator: America did not, in fact, "tiptoe" around the race issue.

But to be clear it isn't like this is super wrong or anything - 90's Japan absolutely was a "racist country" if such a thing is possible, most countries are, and its geographic isolation and relative lack of modern immigrants at that time certainly did contribute to that. What I instead find amusing is the idea that this is a threat to the US; the implication is that, because Japan is a racist country, when they rule the world economically they will in some way impose that racist worldview upon us. Which, I don't really think that is how free trade works? Might have watched too much Gunbuster on this one buddy.

We of course have the classics of Japan Scare:

Q: Has the continued decline in the Japanese stock market, their falling real-estate value and shrinking foreign investment caused you to rethink your views of Japanese-American business dealings? A: No, not at all. I’ve not seen figures on what the growth of the Japanese GNP will be this year. You hear stories about economic distress in Japan, but you see that the growth rate is going down to 4% from 5%. If this country had a 4% growth rate, we’d all feel like we were pumped full of testosterone.

-😬😬😬-

Narrator: it did not stop going down at 4%.

What i love most is how you see the same exact arguments about American "economic weakness" you see today, but with the dates/countries swapped around:

Q: What allowed us to contribute so willingly to our own weakening? Greed? Altruism? Shortsightedness? Arrogance? A: (following a large sigh) You have to look back at broad time periods. It’s possible now to argue that Americans have had no increase in real earnings power since 1962. Some economists would dispute that, and set the date at 1973. Either way, the country is in a steady, consistent and ongoing decline. Why? That’s an extended conversation. 

Obviously since then US living standards have gone up quite a lot! You definitely *cannot* argue that they did not go up since 1962, that is in fact an insane claim. You can't argue they haven't gone up since the 90's either. Even in Japan they have, they definitely have in Europe, economies grow in general. And of course the classic "American companies are all gambling now":

No one invests in a company anymore, in the way it was done in the ‘50s, say, because they believe the company is good. They buy because they think the price of the stock will rise or fall. What this means is that American managers are obliged to manage in the short term. There’s no incentive for an investor to hang on with a company for the long term. In Japan, savings--up to a certain point--are tax free. Why is that not also true in America? You want savings? Then don’t tax it as ordinary income.

I will leave posting a list of the most high-value companies over the past 30 years as an exercise for the reader; you don't need it, you already know them. But I certainly see versions of this dancing around today, and you definitely saw it in 2008 all over the place.

No real skin off Crichton's back, to be clear - prediction is hard, he isn't an economist, most will be wrong. Just funny how the ideological churn keeps spinning.