#Happy Hogan open starters

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Happy Hogan // OPEN

who: Happy Hogan when: unknown where: Happy and Pepper's residence open to: anyone triggers: none image triggers: none blog: @goodcryunicorn1

“I get what Stark is trying to do but i have no idea what i am suppose to do having a day off, Pepper is out of the country and i am bored.”

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@ppctts​ | A Bodyguard Inspired Starter

Before the light hit his eyes, before the pounding of a head splitting headache made itself known, the first thing Happy felt as he came to consciousness was a ringing in his ears in the dark abyss. He tried to open his eyes but the faint lights seemed to blind him, making his head feel like a jackhammer was hitting it. What happened? Where was he?

He tried to push himself up off the ground but one of his hands was in a closed fist. Something warm trickled down the side of his head threatening to get into his eye. Finally the room started to come into focus. The Stark Basement? What was he doing in here? Only Tony ever ventured into the bowels of the Stark Tower.

hmm Happy grumbled, his voice caught in his throat like a frog. What the hell was he hold- oh...oh no. The evening before was starting to come back to him. The bar he had his last drink of the night after a long arduous shift. The figures who surrounded him and knocked him down. And put him in the basement? It didn’t make much sense.

Happy opened his eyes wider, finally looking to the object in his hand. Silver duct tape rapped around him, his thumb pressed firmly onto a little red button. Happy looked down at his chest, packs of C4 were secured to a vest strapped around him. Oh fuck. They didn’t want Happy, they wanted any Stark employee with the security clearance to take down the whole fucking tower.

Intercoms where were the intercoms. Happy squeezed on the trigger harder, making sure there was no question as he moved about the room. He slammed his fists against the intercom. “Hello,” his voice croaked out. “Hello, this is Harold Hogan, employee number NP-dash-0102364 there’s a code black I repeat code black. Initiate evacuation proceedures.” 

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˖ ࣪⭑ Over the years, Happy Hogan had accrued a vast array of skills ; he had trained as an emergency medical responder, opened a horse ranch, and even started working on his boxing community centre back home in Hell's Kitchen ( wild, he often considered, the things you could do for your people when you had a little money to hand ). This, he hummed and stared blankly at the sight in front of him, was new. He smiled at the gaggle of teens wrapping each other's hands and stretching on mats before his eyes turned back to the other grown man. Hazel eyes narrowed and his mind span, approaching the other, ' I know you know how to box already, and I know you've aged out of the eleven to fourteen class you're trying to crash ? '

— @overclocks : STARTER !

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Happy Hogan // OPEN

“You know what, i’m just trying to have a quiet moment before Stark stars driving around like a mad men, so can i just have my coffee in peace please?”

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[whatisthismandoinghere]

Here's another Hogan's Heroes nightly review

On today's episode we will be discussing "How to Cook a German Goose by Radar" hold on to your hats folks cuz this is gonna be a two parter (there really was that much good content and I have 2 videos I want to post)

For starters I don't think Hogan needed to make up that whole story to get Helga to come out in her swimsuit to distract the guard. I honestly think if he had just told her the truth she would've understood the assignment and helped the heroes out. I think in one of the episodes (can't remember off the top of my head) Helga mentioned she was forced to work at Stalag 13 so I imagine she has some animosity and would be more than happy to help. That and she was way more clued in on the whole operation than Hilda was (no Hilda hate here, we love Helga and Hilda equally)

Let's analyze the dialogue for the scene where our heroes meet Tillman, shall we?

Carter: Hey, look, American cigarettes!

Tillman: Give me those!

[everyone looks at Tillman with suspicion]

Tillman: Well, it's the only pack I got.

Kinch: Yeah, well, there's a war on.

Hogan: Tillman, didn't your mother ever teach you anything about sharing?

Newkirk: Maybe his mother doesn't know he smokes.

LeBeau: Well, maybe we should take his cigarettes away so his mother won't be unhappy.

Carter: Yeah, that's what we ought to do.

Tillman: Well, don't start anything. Someone might get hurt.

Newkirk: What gave you that idea, pop?

Hogan: Knock it off! Go take a shower, Tillman.

There are so many things here, the first being that everybody was ready to throw hands. The tension in this scene was so well crafted. Our little innocent pyromaniac Carter was even ready to fight! What really made it for me though was that we all new that Newkirk was ready to start it. The way he said pop on that second to last line told you he was about to throw hands and Hogan knew it. He recognized the situation, told Newkirk to knock it off, and Newkirk listened. I just feel this represents their dynamic very well.

And then we have LeBeau over here ready to kill 😂

Now I know this video is 39 seconds long but trust me it'll be one of the best things you've seen. I couldn't reduce this to gif form because it wouldn't do it justice

This is the scene right after the heroes nearly go after Tillman. THEY ARE LITERAL CHILDREN. The way they throw the papers in the trash just sends me 😂😂 this has to be one of the best scenes in the whole series. And then when Hogan's about to light it THEY CAN'T LOOK INNOCENT TO SAVE THEIR LIVES. It's so bloody obvious that they're up to no good 😂 and Newkirk and Kinch are back there having the time of their lives while Hogan and LeBeau talk (they were such a good duo you guys 🥺 they way Newkirk playfully tries to block Kinch's shot 😂🥺 I know it's a tiny clip but I hope this satisfies some of your want for Newkirk and Kinch content @badassbiburgerbob) and when Kinch says "I know nothing, nothing!" 😂 He's a gem, he really is. But really I just love that their solution to getting rid of this new prisoner they don't like is to get him transferred 😂😂 they're just like "Nope, he doesn't pass the vibe check. We're getting him out of here"

Then there's the opening scene:

What is going in here?? No idea but I laughed for a good 5 minutes and I had to pause the episode so I could regain my composure 😂😂😂

I'm sure yall will be pleased to hear that I found yet more handsy moments. I can't wait to update that thread!!

Part 2 coming soon!

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                                                                        MAY                 2021

The Rib Page

*****

George Takei is sweatin’ with the oldies. He stars in a fitness app for gay seniors, Bar Belles. It was his April Fool’s day joke.

*****

Fox will bring us Crime Scene Kitchen on May 26 with host Joel McHale.

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Joel Hodgson has launched a new kick starter to create a new independent season of MTS3K, The goal is $2mil.

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Bob Odenkirk will release: Comedy, comedy, comedy, drama: A Memoir on Jan. 18 2022

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Leslie Jones will host the 2021 MTV Awards.

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$3 mil was raised for Next for Autism with help from Conan, Kimmel, Charlize, Chris Rock, Jack Black and Sarah Silverman.

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Have ya noticed that Gayle King looks great in yellow.

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Some people are not too happy that Elon Musk will host SNL on May 8. Miley Cyrus is the musical guest.** Musk tweeted: Let’s find out just how live SNL really is. Cast member Bowen Yang tweeted back, : What the Fuck does this even mean?

*****

Oh Seth Meyers: Every time I see the sea captain on your show, I miss him so much!!

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There is a spotlight on Foxconn which made a big splash for Trump at the start of his presidency. The company has done a lot of nothing but still gets tax cuts. Homes were demolished, roads were widened to nowhere and money was spent. Wisconsinites are upset that this big business is just folly and a big glass orb.

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Mike Lindell is a kook but he did try to appear to be a good sport on Kimmel.

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When will weed be legal on a federal level? When will drug testing for employment be illegal? We hear so much about personal rights with the gun laws and vaccines and masks. What about the right to do what we want with our bodies when we are not at work. Think of the administrative costs that could be saved if we just removed drug testing. Our experience and work ethic should mean more that what we do with our free time. This is not a problem at all companies. There are places in this country where it is near impossible anywhere in your area to get hired without a drug screening. One joint on a random Saturday night could keep someone from a great opportunity. A person in pain who reaches for an edible might miss out on the job that saves their lives.

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NASA sent the first flight to another planet. The Mars flight made history with the 30 sec feat.

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What? The Menendez brothers are popular again? From the Ramsey case to the Manson murders or Bundy, it all comes back around again.

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The Lizzie Borden house just sold for $2mil to Lance Zaal of U. S. Ghost Adventures.

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Quarantine and so much television et al proves one thing, the pharmaceutical and insurance companies have way too much $.

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Trump told everyone to boycott Coke and is later seen drinking diet Coke.** Trump sent out a statement about how bad the Oscars are. They threw it right back in his face. ** Federal agents have searched Giuliani’s Manhattan apartment. It stems from the 2 year investigation into activities in Ukraine.

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X-VP Pence is said to have pressured the Navy to reinstate former Mo. Gov. Eric Greitens. Greitens was accused of tying up, blindfolding, taking explicit photos of and blackmailing a woman.

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There is a crisis in schools with the lack of civics and history being taught.

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Hulk Hogan was hit with a chorus of Boo’s at his latest event.

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The latest sexual harassment news: Matt Gaetz  is being looked into for sex with a minor and sex trafficking.  Bill Barr opened the investigation.** Tom Reed has been accused of sexual misconduct by former lobbyist, Nicolette Davis.** Marilyn Manson has been sued by Game of Thrones, Esme Bianco for sexual abuse.

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What is going on with Bank of America? I am hearing from multiple people that often they do not get their statement in the mail. Is this a bad Postal service? Is this bad business practice? How many late fees had to be paid because of this? Not everybody wants to pay their bills online.

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Jack Hanna has revealed that he has dementia.

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Tiny Tim : King for a day is a new doc I must see. The film contains footage shot from Warhol’s Factory. There are excerpts from Tim’s diary read by Weird Al Yankovic and the story of how Tiny’s friend, Bob Dylan wanted to make a film with him.

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Lindsay Lohan’s Father, Michael has been charged with 5 counts patient brokering and 1 count of attempted patient brokering. This is an apparent scam of steering addicts into rehab for cash.

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Aaron Sorkin and Paulina Porizkova are dating. Pete Davidson and Phoebe Dynevor are dating.

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JB Smoove has a new podcast brought to you by TeamCoco.

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Hey.. People working on the new Law and Order: Organized Crime….. TOO MUCH MELONI!!

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Zach Avery, actor, was arrested for his participation in a $690 mil Ponzi scheme.

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President Biden has restored aid to the Palestinians.

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MLB put up a wall in Georgia but the Masters stayed.

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Hank Azaria has brought Brockmire to a new podcast.

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Tommy Chong isn’t allowed on FB because of his weed posts but they allow an imposter to use his name to sell weed.

Pennsylvania is trying to push thru 14 voter suppression bills.

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Joe Manchin. Ugh!!** Marjorie Taylor- Greene has let go of her America First caucus.** Ted Cruz has allegedly used $154, 000 of his campaign funds to buy up copies of his book to boost sales. This is an old trick but still illegal.

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For the first time, The Carter Center became involved in a U.S. election. They published videos and live webcasts as well as deploying observers across Georgia.

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Most health programs in Uganda, Nigeria and Ethiopia have resumed after Covid.** Tom Vilsack from the Dept. of Agriculture has announced the USDA will provide assistance to 30 million kids.** It is sad to me that we have to entice people to vaccinate. Football games, Church’s and shot for shot in bars?? Really? Saving the lives of others should be enough. WTF?

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Alec Baldwin, Alec Mapa and Kelsey Grammer are shopping around a new comedy that ABC decided to pass on.

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Chauvin was found guilty.

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Days alert: C’mon Ben, calm the fuck down! Don’t prove how out of control you are like everybody thinks. ** Xander is so funny right now.** How many people will Kristen be and how many times can one person melt down?? **Bring Carrie back!! **Jackee’ seemed a bit nervous in the beginning but she is fitting right in. More!

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The SAG awards came and went. With the Trial of the Chicago 7 winning best ensemble, Michael Keaton is the first person to be in 3 best casts for SAG’s.** Other winners include Viola Davis, Chadwick Boseman, Daniel Kaluuta, Youn Yuh-Jung, Mark Ruffalo, Anya Taylor- Joy, Jason Bateman, Catherine O’Hara, Schitt’s Creek and The Crown.

*****

The Oscars were held on April 25. It was a bit of a yawner and why would a show set themselves up for an awkward end?? There was a commercial from P&G right before the broadcast that stated, “ Widen the screen so we can widen our view.” Nice sentiment.  Mank had so many noms and only 2 wins. People looking their best to me were Leslie Odom Jr., Glenn Close, Riz Ahmed, LaKeith Stanfield, Colman Domingo, John Batiste, Mia Neal, Questlove (gold crocs and a mask!), Desmond Roe, Travon Free, Trish Summerville, Marlee Matlin, The Lucas Brothers, Andra Day, Carey Mulligan, Amanda Seyfried, Nicolette Robinson, Regina King and Margot Robbie. Laura Dern looked like Big Bird, there were just too many feathers. Tiara Thomas had feathers but they looked great.  Angela Bassett had some power sleeves and Tyer Perry looked like a little boy.  Hooray for Emerald Fennell for her win for original screenplay but not sure about the dress. And Viola Davis?? Dana Murray?? Ashley Fox?? Hmm?? Winners seemed to have trouble getting to the stage. They often refused the steps or the walkway and sort of climbed up the side. I did love the intimate setting and it did remind me of the old clips of years before. Sound of metal and Ma Rainey both won. Tyler Perry and for the first time, an organization, the motion picture and television fund, took home the humanitarian award. I was thrilled to see My Octopus Teacher win for Doc. I loved Crip Camp too, that was a hard category.  The acting winners went in all directions.  Many critics complained that the films were real downers . Nomadland won best picture. Michael Moore put it best I think. Of the films this year, he said, “They force you to look backward with 2021 eyes.”

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Why the Fuck do we need a militarized police force?

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R.I.P. victims of the multiple mass shootings, victims of police shootings, the crush in Israel, Cosette Brown, Midwin Charles, DMX, Paul Ritter, Ethel Gabriel, G. Gordon Liddy, Buddy Peppenschmidt,  Prince Philip, Anne Beatts, Diane Adler, Vartan Gregorian, Monte Hellman, Jim Steinman, Michael Collins, Michael wolf Snyder, Johnny Crawford, Eli Broad and Walter Mondale.

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NFWMB

Posting chapter 12 a whole day early! I hope this makes you happy @breaniebree​😂  ... well you might not be when you reach the end 😈. 

Also Read on: FF.net or AO3

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Ginny groaned as she rolled onto her back. She couldn’t open her eyes. The mere idea of lifting an eyelash made her tired. And her head pounded. Oh, how her head was pounding! 

  She could see the brightness on the other side of her eyelid, but Ginny had no desire to know what time it was or even where she was. Not even the sound of her own name could make her open her eyes. 

  “Come on, Ginny.” This time when the voice spoke, it was as if an earthquake shook her body. Ginny groaned, hating everything and everyone at that moment. She peeled her eyes open, instantly squinting at the brightness in the room. 

  "Thank fucking Merlin!" The all-too-loud voice was back again as Ginny tried to register where she was. It was soft; she could tell that because her back wasn't screaming in agony. "Sit up a bit and drink this." 

  A hand came to her back, pushing her into a half-lying, half-sitting position before a vial was pressed to her lips. It was like lava was forced down her throat. Ginny spluttered as the liquid kept coming. Finally, the torture stopped. Ginny swallowed one final time. 

  “What the fuck!” she complained, opening her eyes to a grinning McKidd. 

  “Sorry, Red.” Though Ariel didn’t sound very apologetic. “I figured you’d want to come back to life sometime before practice on Monday.”  

  “Monday?” Ginny blinked a few times, memories starting to come back to her. Fire at Prue’s, drinking so many drinks, inviting Harry to the loo, then… nothing. She looked up at her friend. “What happened?” 

  Ariel’s grin became impish. “We just had a few drinks.” 

  Ginny rolled her eyes, instantly regretting the action. The hungover potion hadn’t taken full effect yet and that simple motion sent a bass drum pounding in her head. Her hand came to shield her eyes from the suddenly over-bright room again. “I figured that part out for myself, thanks. I meant what happened after we stopped drinking.” 

  “Ah, that’s where the night got interesting. To be honest I didn’t remember much myself until I flooed with Joy who gave me a blow by blow.” 

When Ariel paused Ginny had to tame back her annoyance. “Care to share?” 

  “Well for starters, Hogan made a move on me.” 

  “Not surprised, he made a move on me yesterday.” 

  “Did he now?” Ariel’s eyes widened at this new piece of gossip. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

  “I had other things on my mind.” It wasn’t a lie. Ginny’s mind had been focused on other things, like what her drink limit was going to be and how attractive Harry looked as he sat on that sofa with the flames lighting his face ever so slightly. “Anyways, I’m sure you turned him down.”

  “Fuck yeah I did. That gormless git walked off with his tail between his legs”

  “It wasn’t like he had much of a tail to begin with” 

  Ariel’s mouth dropped wide open for a moment before she started to laugh. “ Fuck , girl! Are you saying he’s got a stub? A shillelagh that you couldn’t use? A flute so small -- ”

  Ginny could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She hadn’t meant for the tail analogy to be taken so dirty , but when she started to think back... “Trust me when I tell you, you didn’t miss anything impressive.”

  McKidd’s grin became wicked. “And who has the most impressive tail you’ve played with?” 

  “Har --” Ginny cut herself off. Christ, her mouth had developed a mind of its own! 

  The smile on Ariel’s lips became feral. “Were you about to say the name of our very fit seeker?” 

  “I - I - uh - I,” Ginny knew her face must match her hair. 

  McKidd let out an excited screech. She gave Ginny’s hip a push, squeezing herself onto the mattress. “When did this happen?!” 

  “Who said —”

  Ariel let out an annoying noise. “Girl, don’t insult my intelligence or my eyesight. I can see the way you two look at each other's plans.” She leaned in a strong scent of mint coming in with her. “How long ye been on that ride?”

  When Ariel got excited her Irish accent tended to become much more pronounced. Ginny swallowed hard. Ariel had turned her whole body so she was giving Ginny her full attention “About three months.”

  “Three months!” McKidd’s eyes bugged wide as she stared at Ginny. A red tinge blotted Ariel’s cheeks. “Three months and ye just bloody telling me!” 

  Ginny gave her friend a sheepish grin. “We wanted to keep things on the down-low.”

  “Well, you feckin’ did that!”

  Silence fell between them after the angry words. Ginny didn’t know what to say. Ariel was prone to exploding, but typically the eruption would only last for a moment before she would make some awkward-yet-needed joke. But as the seconds ticked on, Ginny started to worry.

  Finally, after what felt ages, Ariel’s huffed out a long breath. “You could have told me, you know?”

  “I know.” Ginny rubbed the back of her neck. “It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you, or something, it’s just…” 

  “You two wanted some peace without the team taking the piss while still in that awkward, delicate stage.” 

  “Yeah, exactly!” Ginny felt her shoulders sag in relief, grateful that her friend understood her so well. Well, she understood the part that didn’t involve some crazy stalker, but Ginny wasn’t going to try and explain that. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you know.” 

  Ariel’s lips twisted into a crooked grin. Her cheeks had gone back to their normal pale tone.  “Are ye now?” 

  “Yeah, I’ve sorely missed the opportunity to tell my best friend about my relationship.”

  “Well now, I say we need to fix that.” The wicked grin returned. “And as punishment for waiting so long, I think I should get to ask five questions that you can’t refuse to answer.” 

  “Well now…:” Ginny’s gut did a somersault, she knew exactly the kind of questions Ariel would ask. “I don’t —”

  Ariel cut her off with a finger to her lips. “Nope. It’s only fair, Red.” 

  Ginny looked down at the digit silencing her. She knew Ariel wouldn’t take no for an answer. She took payback seriously, no matter what the request was. After a deep calming breath Ginny nodded. 

  “Savage!” Ariel let her hand fall down to the sheets. Before Ariel could speak again Ginny said, “But I reserve the right to hold back details that intrude too far into personal information.”    

  Ariel narrowed her eyes. “Like?”

  Ginny looked right into her friend’s glare. “You know exactly what I mean.”

  McKidd tapped her fingers on the soft sheets, after a few moments of deliberation she nodded gracefully. “Fine, I won’t press if I cross a line.”

  “Thank you.” 

  “You’re welcome. Now — ” Ariel clapped her hands together, “let’s get back to talking about this tail you found so impressive.” 

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  When Ginny entered the kitchen of her parents’ house, she could have sworn her cheeks were still red. Ariel had asked so many questions about her and Harry’s sex life that Ginny was certain her cheeks would stay permanently flushed from embarrassment. Well, that and the hours of laughing. Ginny hadn’t realized just how much she missed sharing with Ariel until her ability to be completely open had been taken away. Ariel’s cheeky comments alone had Ginny in stitches.  

  It was odd, but because she couldn't tell Ariel about this one thing, Ginny had distanced herself from her friend without even realizing it. But now, Ariel knew (maybe more than she should) and Ginny had felt like a weight had lifted off her chest that she hadn't even realized was there. 

  "There you are." Molly Weasley was in full mother hen mode. Her hands landed on her hips as she narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "You're almost an hour late." 

  "I know." Ginny moved to kiss her mother's cheek, hoping to weaken the cross woman’s resolve. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time with Ariel." 

  "Hmm." Molly pursed her lips, but Ginny could tell there wasn't any real bite behind the motion. "I'm assuming you two had a late night last night?"

  "You could say that." 

  "And could I also say that you had a bit of a hangover when you woke up?”

  “I won’t confirm or deny your suspicion.”

  Molly’s lips twitched as a smile tried to break free. “Well, maybe you can confirm if you know what you’ve forgotten to do today?”

  “Forgotten?” Ginny felt her brow crease as her mind tried to understand what her mother was talking about. 

 “You were supposed to bring someone to sup —”

  “ Harry !” Ginny smacked herself on the forehead. How could she have forgotten to go get her boyfriend? She had literally spent the morning talking about him with Ariel. “Bollocks!”

  Molly finally let out a laugh. “You best give him a call.”

  “I - good idea!” Ginny moved quickly to the fireplace, grabbing a pinch of the powder from inside the flower pot before dropping to her knees. It didn’t take long for Ginny to be looking around the simple sitting room of Harry’s flat. 

  “Harry!” Her voice seemed to echo around the room. “Harry!” 

  She waited for what felt like ages, only the echoing silence to keep her company. Finally after six years (or a minute of normal time), Ginny pulled her head out of the grate. Her mother stood behind her, an expectant smile on her lips. “Well?”

  “He didn’t answer. I’m gonna go over and get him. He might have been in the shower or maybe he’s taking a kip.” 

  Molly nodded her understanding. “All right, dear, but don’t take too long.” 

  Ginny nodded quickly. Knots formed in her stomach as she entered the fireplace. It wasn’t like Harry to forget about appointments, especially something like this. He’d been asking her questions for the last three days constantly, trying to learn as much about her family as possible. The idea of him not showing up… no, it wasn’t like Harry at all.

  “Harry?” Again, her voice broke the eerie quiet of the flat as she stepped out of the grate. “Hey, Harry, we're supposed to have tea with my parents. Are you home?” 

  Nothing. 

  Not even a creak of a floorboard reached Ginny’s ears. A shiver ran down her spine as she moved throughout the flat. There was no sign of Harry anywhere, not in the loo or the kitchen. When she entered the bedroom Ginny was surprised to see it looked exactly as they’d left it before going to Prue’s. 

  Harry was meticulous when it came to making the bed in the morning. It was something Ginny loved to tease him about. He always took it in stride, saying it made it that much more rewarding when they got home at night and messed it all up. But because they’d left late for Prue’s fire, Harry hadn’t straightened the covers last night. If he’d come home after the party and slept in his own bed, those sheets would be creased perfectly right now. 

  Ginny fought to keep her breathing level. Maybe he’d just gone off with one of the lads last night and crashed at their place. Then a troublesome memory came unbidden into her mind. Her hands roaming up Harry’s body as she told him to meet her in the loo. His eyes had darkened with unmistakable desire before she’d turned her back on him. Then… then...

  She tapped the side of her head as if that would reactivate her hazy memory. She couldn’t remember him joining her in the first-floor loo. No, the next thing she could recall was Ariel finding her mixing different bath bombs to see what would create the best scent. 

  A fist closed around her heart as she sat down hard on the mattress. Where the fuck was Harry?

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  “What do you mean you can’t find him?” Bill hissed as his eyes narrowed. Ginny had gone back to the Burrow, making an excuse to her mother about Harry spending the night at a teammate’s flat, and claiming he would join them as soon as he could. Molly had looked disappointed, but turned back to the treacle tart she had been making. 

  Ginny had instantly gone to her eldest brother, who had been sitting with his wife as their daughter had a tea party with them. Bill had quirked a brow at Ginny as she asked for a private word, but he’d asked Victoire if he could be excused from the delightful party. He had followed her out to the old, crooked chicken coop that sat a little way from the back door. 

  “I mean just what I said. I literally can’t find him.” Ginny had to force herself to remain calm. Every fiber of her being was telling her Harry was in trouble. 

  “And you checked with his mates? He didn’t spend the night at one of their places? Or maybe he’s still at Prue’s. He could have fallen asleep in one of her spare rooms, right? I’m assuming he had a bit to drink last night.” 

  Ginny ignored her brother’s disapproving tone, instead of focusing on his words. “Yeah… it’s possible but I can’t see him not coming to find me when he woke up.”

  “Maybe it’s one of those he’s searching for you, while you search for him and you keep missing each other.” 

  Even Bill didn’t look convinced by that one. Ginny shook her head. “Bill, he’s a fucking auror. If he was looking for me he’d find me. That’s literally his job.” 

  Bill ran a hand over his head. His chest rose as he took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Ginny. What are you suggesting? Harry was taken hostage or something? It’s like you said, he’s the auror.”  

  There were the words that had been playing throughout her mind for the last thirty minutes. Taken hostage. She stared intently at her brother. “Yeah he is but we know nothing about this guy who's been following me. What if he decided the best way to get to me is to take out my bodyguard?”

  “Harry didn’t appear to be a bodyguard. He was posing as a teammate, remember?” 

  Ginny rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, it’s so normal for a teammate to be with me every second of the day.” Her feet took a mind of their own as she started to pace back and forth, the uneven ground tripping her up every few steps. “What if the creep decided to grab Harry and then try to find me?”

  “And when did he get to Harry?” 

  She had to think about that for a moment. “During the party,” Ginny started, the words coming out slowly as her mind tried to keep up. “He’d had a few drinks I think. Maybe the person grabbed him on the way to the loo.”

  “On the way to the loo?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?” 

  “Because the last time was before I —” Ginny cut herself off, her cheeks heating as the memory of what she’d planned for Harry that night replayed in her mind. She cleared her throat, hoping Bill wouldn’t ask why her cheeks matched her hair. “He said he was going to go to the loo last time I saw him.” That was close enough to the truth… or as close as she was willing to give her brother. 

  Bill narrowed his eyes for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Alright. So after that, you didn't see him for the rest of the night?”  

  Ginny shook her head. “No, not once.”

  “That… that doesn’t sound like Harry.” Bill let out a long breath. “He would have checked on you again throughout the night.” 

  “Right!” Ginny threw her hands up into the air. “If not because we're together, but because it’s his bloody job!”

  “Okay, so I guess your theory has some merit.” Bill bit his bottom lip. “But who would have taken him? Who was at that party, Ginny?” 

  “Everyone. Prue invited everyone from the team, even just crew members.” 

  Bill tapped a finger on his thigh. “Of course it wasn’t a small gathering, that would have been too easy. Harry told me his suspicions of the new team healer. Was he there?” 

  Ginny nodded. “But did Harry tell you his name?” 

  His brow furrowed. “No. Does that matter?” 

  “Well...” Ginny shrugged.“Only if you think that it’s important to note that it’s my ex.” 

  “Which one?” 

  “Finn.”

  Bill’s hand stilled. “You mean the one who —”

  Ginny cut him off, having no desire to relive that particular time. “Yes, that one.”

  He sighed. “Okay, yeah that does make a difference. There is no way for me to know if it was just jealousy leading his suspicions, or not.” 

  Ginny bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t meant to make Bill doubt Harry’s professionalism. “I’m sure Harry hadn’t had the chance to tell you what Finn did yesterday.”

  When Bill shook his head, Ginny told him about what happened in the exam room, then what happened when Finn had found them during the party. At the end of her story, Bill’s twitchy fingers curled around his wand. “So, I think we best go and talk with Mr. Hogan.” 

  “Maybe… maybe you should go talk with him, while I go check with Prue and see if Harry crashed at her place last night.” 

  Bill smiled knowingly at her. ��Don’t wanna deal with Finn, huh?”

  “Not in the slightest.” 

  “Fair enough. All right, how about this. I’m going to go floo Jamison and see if he’s heard from Harry. Then I’ll head over to Finn’s. Do you have his address?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve had no desire to make a home visit.” 

  Bill swore. “All right, I’ll see if Jamison can do something for me.” He placed a hand on Ginny’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. 

  Ginny’s heart continued to race despite her brother’s comforting hand. She’d been trying to ignore the overwhelming cloud of panic that had been trying to swallow her, but it continued to suffocate her. If something had happened to Harry… If he was hurt or… No ! Ginny refused to let herself think like that. 

  She looked up into Bill’s determined blue eyes, forcing her terror to stay tamed (at least for a while longer). “Let’s go then.” 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

  Ginny used the grand knocker on Prue's ostentatious entryway. She looked up at the numerous large windows that spanned the entire three floors. Ginny never understood why someone would want such an unnecessarily large house, but then again she had always thought less was more in the sense of houses. That was something she and Harry both thought.

  Harry

  A sharp stab of pain protruded from her chest. God , what if Finn had grabbed Harry because he was jealous of their relationship . Ginny wouldn’t have thought it possible of the blonde healer, but after the irritation she’d seen in his eyes after he’d found her and Harry… 

  “Ginny?” 

  Prue’s puzzled expression appeared in front of Ginny. She’d been so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed the door opening. Ginny took a deep breath, hoping to calm her fraying nerves. She needed to stay focused, for Harry’s sake. “Hey, Prue.”

  “Is… is everything alright?” Prue grabbed her hand, pulling her into the house. 

  “Not --  not really.” Ginny let her friend guide her into the large sitting room. Prue eased her onto a sofa. “I can’t find Harry.”

  Prue blinked once. “Why are you looking for ‘Arry?”

  “He and I —” Ginny couldn’t lie anymore. She just didn’t have the energy. All her stamina was going into keeping herself calm. “We’ve been dating.”

  “Really?” There was an edge to Prue’s voice that Ginny didn’t like. She looked into her friend’s eyes seeing a flicker of… was that rage? Before Ginny could confirm what she’d seen, Prue’s face only showed curiosity.

  “ Yeah ,” Ginny said the word slowly. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I’m sure you’re angry at me for —”

  “ No .” Prue cut her off with a wave of a hand. Her tone seemed friendly, as normal “No, I’m not mad, just... juste surpris, c'est tout .” She made a noncommittal gesture. “When did this all happen?”

  There was still something nagging at Ginny. “Not long after Spain.” 

  Prue’s face broke into a joyful smile “Oh that is merveilleuse .”

  “Yeah, it’s been great.” Never before had Ginny felt so uneasy in Prue’s presence, but there was something about that smile… it didn’t reach her eyes. “But I was wondering if he got a little too drunk last night and fell asleep in one of your extra rooms.”

  “Fell asleep… hmmm.” Prue thought for a moment before shaking her head emphatically. “ Désolé, chérie . He didn’t fall asleep in any of my beds.”

  Ginny looked into Prue’s bright eyes. She looked so… genuine, yet there was still that feeling of unease curling around Ginny’s belly. Biting her lower lip, Ginny nodded. “Okay, then I’ll get out of your hair.” 

  “You are no bother, Ginny.” Prue stood with her. She leaned in for a hug, that Ginny unwillingly accepted. “Let me know if I can help in any way.”

  “I will.” Ginny stepped back, looking over Prue as if she’d never seen her before. “See you later.” 

  “ Au revoir .”

  The moment Ginny closed the front door behind her, she looked around the luscious yard. Ginny wasn’t the gambling sort, but at that moment she’d bet every knut in her account that Prue knew something. The question was, what was she hiding... and how could Ginny find out?

  She made a split-second decision. Taking out her wand, Ginny cast a quick disillusionment charm on herself. She moved around the side of the house, trying to avoid crunchy sticks. When she reached the back door, Ginny opened it slowly. The kitchen was empty as she peered around the space. Ginny had only been to the estate a few times, so most of the layout was a mystery to her. She only knew the location of five rooms: Prue’s bedroom, the largest loo, the first sitting room, a grand dining room, and of course the kitchen. 

  Ginny moved into the entryway. She could see Prue sitting in the sitting room, a book in hand. She let out a sigh of relief. It was good to know where Prue was. Moving slowly, Ginny took each step up to the first floor with caution, praying none of them creaked or groaned. After what felt like she’d climbed to the top of El Peñón de Guatapé, Ginny stepped out on the familiar landing. To her left was the loo she’d been in last night. Starting there, Ginny opened every door in the corridor. There was the loo, bedroom, library, another bedroom, yet another bedroom, a room that was empty except for a grand piano, another bloody bedroom. By the time she reached the last door on the floor, Ginny was losing hope. The odds of this room being just another bedroom was nearly enough to make Ginny forget about it. 

  Rather than giving in to her agitated urge, she turned the handle to the hardwood door. 

  Nothing.  

  Ginny blinked once, twice, and a third time before her imagination took off. Why was this room locked? The rest of the floor had been easy to access, so why had Prue secured this one door? Pointing her wand at the handle, Ginny nonverbally cast the opening charm. This time when she tried the handle, it turned. 

  The sound of footsteps made Ginny freeze. She’d only opened the door halfway. Moving quickly, Ginny pulled the door back shut before pressing herself against the empty wall across from the room. 

  Prue whistled as she walked up the stairs. Ginny didn’t recognize the tune, but it seemed to be rather cheery. Ginny’s entire body stiffened as she held her breath. Her heart thudded against her chest so loudly that she was afraid Prue would hear it. But Prue didn’t stop her lively tune as she pointed her wand at the door Ginny had just unlocked. With a quick movement, Prue unlocked the door and entered the room, closing the door with a sharp thud behind her. 

  Ginny let out all the air her lungs had hoarded in a long sigh. She crept to the door, placing her ear on the hardwood. Nothing. Clearly the room was so large she couldn’t hear what was happening on the other side, or there was charm muffling any noise. Ginny’s money went on the latter.  

  She needed to get into that fucking room! It was too suspicious. But she couldn’t just march in there while Prue was there. Ginny wanted to punch something. This was that spot between a rock and a hard place her mother always talked about. 

  Taking a deep breath, Ginny moved back into her little corner. She would wait for Prue to come back. Maybe it was just another room… but with every beat of her racing heart, Ginny knew better.

[newagegs]

𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉 & 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕...

welcome to the new age! a discord roleplay server, set in a post-endgame universe, featuring characters from the marvel universe, with plenty of crossovers into other universes thrown in for good measure! 

founded in march 2020 & run by alex ( of corignem/edgebled/minormend ), the new age explores many different arcs inspired by canon resources of the multiple fandoms included. 

click through our extensive google doc for a rough outline of the general universe timeline. 

buuuttt, read on for a here’s what you missed on glee! recap ;D

welcome to the new age, and welcome to september of 2025-- exactly one year after the return snap and the battle for earth. what did this month see? well, for starters, a super fun NASA break in. some symbiotic chaos, an old enemy back from the dead and a super fun kidnapping! what a fun last few days of the month! 

and where do we go from there? get ready for a prison break out, some more space and symbiotic chaos and oh what’s this? tony stark dies! again! but it’s okay, it was only for a few minutes. a minor heart attack is nothing in the scheme of things. but the madness didn’t end there. following tony stark retiring from the avengers ( after a rather icky falling out with natasha romanoff ), we saw the team take on HYDRA for multiple missions, teamed up with some titan powers to pack a harder punch. 

but oh shit, remember that fall out between natasha and tony? well! turns out tony’s suspicions of the spy were in fact, founded. coz guess what? it wasn’t the real natasha! nope, say hello to a HYDRA spy with a photostatic veil. fun times! 

now, onto november! and why not kick it off with some torture by the fury and some fun HYDRA kidnappings?! mix a little oh no may parker died and mutant fuckery for good measure, and we’ve got the start of a super fun month. 

from fights with harry osborn, to the murder of happy hogan, it was a wild time. and look! insert a jason todd death and resurrection by the lazarus pits for good measure and we’re still not even close to being done. sprinkle in a few more missions and explosions, an arkham breakout and more deaths later, it’s all looking pretty tragic. 

but light comes, on the FIRST OF DECEMBER 2025, with hanji zoe finally returning to earth with a CURE FOR TITAN SHIFTERS. 

and eeeyy, time to celebrate, it’s the murder of the joker in a fun team up of jason todd/the arkham knight, harley quinn and poison ivy. but it’s not all fun and games, and the month leading up to christmas was full of more twists and turns than the final season of game of thrones. 

insert a fucking dragon, a car crash, some zombies from space and the start of secrets being spilled from the illusive ‘augur’ and we’re heading into a new year of fun. 

JAN 2026 saw a mission to capture the fury, titan attacks in NYC, bounty hunters from space & a kaiju breach site opening. we saw an attack on the new york SI building that destroyed it entirely, the death of sasha braus and another hydra mission. the month wrapped up with a mission to face nick necro and return all of those kidnapped, jason todd leaving to begin training with all caste, and the identity of augur being revealed to a few people.

FEBRUARY saw jason vesper being confirmed as the illusive augur and inevitably, his death in confinement. but jason wasn’t the only death this month: levi ackerman died too, sacrificing himself, before being brought back to life in a deal with handsome jack. and here, is where things get spicy again because... it’s anteverse time. newt geiszler & blythe hart, under the influence of the precursors open a new temporary breach site, letting in kaiju and, unknowingly, forces from another universe. 

march saw A LOT of chaos. different missions, different attacks from multiple sources. 

april was when things really got fun though. those visitors from another universe? say hello to the judges, they’ve come to inflict their will upon gotham city and pass judgement. this month saw increasing attacks on the city, rising death tolls city wide before finally... 

in may, TEAM MAGIC came together alongside the batfam and the avengers in order to come up with a solution with judge dredd. and finally, they won. but at great cost. a perfectly timed attack on the anteverse meant two birds, ones stone. but before they could fix things, gotham was placed under martial law, declared a no-go zone and now?

IT’S NO MAN’S LAND. 

which brings us nicely up to present day. gotham city is a mess, overrun, barely holding on but maybe some old friends and new faces will be able to help get things back on track...

or knowing our band of idiots, things are only going to get more chaotic. 

so, why don’t you come and join the fun? we have so much planned, and would love your input! come and dive head first into the chaos of this world of ours. 

[rubberducky-jrr]

Subway Girl (Part 4)

Summary: Peter and you somehow keep getting on the same subway. You didn’t notice at first but when you did, your world changed forever.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, Aunt May x Happy Hogan 

Warnings: Violence, swearing

A/n: I can’t say how thankful I am from the amount of notes on this little fic. There is one more part to this story, I’’ll probably have it up some time next week. 

Part one, part two, part three

** 

You quickly ran back to your friends apartment, having been late at leaving the student hospital.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled as you flew through the door to the apartment.

“What’s wrong?” You friend quickly said from the kitchen table with a concerned look on her face.

“I’m running late. Date night. Oh god, I need a shower and need to pick out something to wear!” You rushed to say, quickly dropping your bag on the floor and then fumbling to take your jacket off. Your friend stood up, quickly helping you pull your jacket off as she chuckled at you.

“Ok, ok! Calm, go get the quickest shower of your life. I’ll pick you out something to wear, alright,” she said and you smiled at her.

“Thank you,” you quickly kissed her cheek before rushing to the bathroom, removing your shirt and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Quickest. Shower. Of. Your. life!” She called out after you.

“Ok! I know!”

**

Peter stood in the mirror, nervously fiddling with his hair to get it perfect.

Ugh it looks a mess.

What should I wear? I did not think this through. Black or blue jeans? Is a shirt too fancy? I need May’s help.

“May!” He called and she came to the door a few moments later, leaning against the door frame.

“Aww, you look cute,” she said.

“Cute? I’m not trying to look cute,” He said glancing at himself in the mirror as his nerves increased.

“Ok not cute, you look handsome.”

“Not helping, May,” he grumbled as she came to sit on the bed. “Is Black jeans and a shirt alright?” He asked, still stood in his pyjama bottoms and a NASA T-shirt.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ok... Just which shirt?” He asked, nodding his head to the ten shirts neatly laid out on the bed behind where she sat. 

“I think you’re overthinking this,” she simply said before picking out a dark blue checked shirt, handing it over to him.

“Are you sure she’ll like it?” He asked, pulling it on and doing up the buttons. May looked at him with a soft smile.

“I’m sure she will,” she said before coming to stand next to Peter, arm going around his shoulder as they both looked in the mirror. “Look at you, my boy is all growing up,” she said before ruffling Peter’s hair and placing a kiss on his head.

“May!” He whined, moving out of her grip and quickly trying to put his hair back into place. She chuckled as Peter fumbled around in the mirror.

“It looks better messy than all neatly pulled back, trust me,” she said with a wink before she walked out of the room. Peter glanced at himself, realising May was right. He left his hair slightly messy before changing into some black jeans.

He quickly brushed his teeth in the bathroom, spraying on colonel and deodorant.

“Ok,” he began, staring at him. “You got this.” He gave himself a reassuring smile before blowing out a long sigh, his heart beating hard against his chest.

“Remember, I’m working the late shirt tonight,” May called to him, currently getting ready for work. “So, I won’t be in when you get back.”

Peter walked out of the bathroom with a small frown on his face.

“And what are you implying?” He asked and she just shrugged before a smirk formed on her face.

“You are 17 after all, first proper date with a girl you really like, house to yourself,” she wondered off, the smirk on her lips getting bigger.

“Please stop,” he quickly said when he finally realised what she was trying to say.

“Just be safe and have fun,” she said, moving to place a kiss on his forehead before leaving for work.

Peter spent another few minutes making sure he looked good before grabbing his black jacket and keys and then heading out of the apartment.  

He was walking to the restaurant, minding his own business while trying to think of conversation starters when he heard a loud crash. A scream followed it, dragging Peter away from his thoughts.

Robbers.

He quickly looked at his watch, 18:48. I have time. He double tapped his wrists together, his watch suddenly forming into his suit, the nanotechnology Mr Stark had given him was a life saver.

He dropped down silently to the building where the three robbers were currently helping each other climb out the window.

“Hey guys,” Peter began, startling the three. “Forgot your keys?” He asked sarcastically before the closest man swung a punch at him.

He easily dodged it, firing a web at him causing him to fly backwards. Peter fired another web to cause the man to stick fully to the wall of the building. The other two then both came for him at the same time.

He dodged the first attack, seconds later seeing a flash of metal as the second man swung a knife at him. The blade sliced his cheek and Peter hissed in pain slightly.

He quickly fired a web at the man’s hand, the knife flying to the ground. The man grunted before running for him, tackling Peter to the ground and winding him slightly. 

Peter scrambled around, throwing a punch and then a harsh push to cause the man to fall backwards off him. He flipped up to stand, flying three web shots at him and pinning him to the ground.

“Come on then,” Peter said to the last man who stood bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, fists up and determining whether or not he wanted to get his ass kicked.

The hairs on the back of Peter’s neck suddenly stood up as his spidey sense kicked in. He heard the faint noise of a gun being pulled before he quickly moved to the right, the bullet that had been firing towards the middle of his back now simply brushed through the flesh on his left arm.

He quickly turned, webbing up the gun and the first man once again before giving a swift kick to the second man behind him, slamming him against the wall and knocking him unconscious.

He let out a tired breath as police sirens closed in, the person that had been robbed having called them. He quickly fired his web upwards, pulling himself up to the roof top and out of sight. He pulled his mask off, one hand going to brush against the deep cut on his face to reveal blood on his finger tips.

“Fuck,” he grumbled to himself, glancing down at his torn Spider-Man suit, his left arm bleeding from the flesh wound.

He couldn’t go to the date like this.

**

You sat at the table for a good half an hour before you started to think Peter wasn’t coming. You had texted him four times and no reply. You tapped your foot against the ground in a nervous habit, glancing up from the menu and to the door. You glanced at your watch before sighing.

19:34

He wasn’t coming.

“Excuse me Miss, I’m sorry to ask but will you be ordering soon as it’s getting quite busy and we need to free up some tables,” the waiter asked, giving you a look of pity knowing full well you had been stood up.

“Can I just get the sweet and sour chicken with chow mien noodles to go please. Oh and some spring rolls and uh... Prawn crackers? Please,” you added and the waiter nodded.

To hell with it, I deserve to pig out.

The waiter handed you a white carrier bag of food about five minutes later. You paid and then began to walk home, a heavy heart and tears in your eyes from being rejected. You felt awful, you felt used.

Why hadn’t he shown up?

Was it me? Had he regretted asking me out and instead of being grown up enough to tell me he just stood me up?

You grumbled angrily to yourself before looking up at what street you were on. You distinctly remember Peter telling you where he lived and realised it wasn’t too far from here.

Before you could stop yourself you were marching down his street, up to his apartment building steps and buzzing on the button for Parker.

No answer. Just like you expected.

You buzzed the neighbour and made up a lie of locking yourself out. They gladly buzzed you in and you kept marching till you got to Peter’s front apartment door.

Your hand hovered up in a fist, about the knock when you suddenly hesitated, thinking how stupid this all was.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before knocking. You didn’t hear any movement from the other side and decided to try the door handle. To your surprise, it was unlocked.

What am I doing?

You screamed at yourself to turn back but you didn’t listen, opening the front door and seeing the only light coming from one room in the corner. You walked over and pushed the door open more.

“What the-?”

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[a-ratt]

How do you write your stories. I know it sounds like a broad question, but I have been inspired to write because you make it so fun! The problem is... well I have a lot of problems. For example how to start a chapter and/or outline, making dialogue correctly, how not to make the plot/chapter feel rushed, etc... Do you have links, process, or tutorials on how to write and get started and all that good stuff? Thanks in advance!

Well, my dear anon, I do love talking about writing. So, for starters, I should probably explain that I’m an English-Creative Writing Major in uni, so I’m going all in with my writing. Besides that, though, I usually start with an outline.

Idk how most people write their outlines, but I usually use “Blake Snyder’s Beatsheet”. It’s basically a list of “story beats” that help plan out the plot of whatever story I’m writing. It’s actually a screenwriting strategy I started using to plot out novel writing. Here’s the list:

1.) Opening Image: 2.) Theme Stated: 3.) Set-up: 4.) Catalyst: 5.) Debate: 6.) Break into Two: 7.) B-Story: 8.) Fun and Games: 9.) Midpoint: 10.) Bad Guys Close In: 11.) All Is Lost: 12.) Dark Night of the Soul: 13.) Break into Three: 14.) Finale: 15.) Final Image:

Basically, 1.) through 6.) make up the First Act. 7.) through 13.) make up the second act. 14.) and 15.) are essentially the third act.

So, 1.) through 6.) are all about the setup. The Opening Image is the first impression you’re giving your readers. It’s a tiny snapshot of what they should be expecting. Theme Stated is generally a moment where the story’s theme/message is given to the protagonist in some way/shape/form. The Set-Up is all about world building. This is where you’ve gotta give us the rundown on the protagonist’s “normal world”, what a day in their normal life is like. The Catalyst is where the fun starts. This is Luke Skywalker getting the message from Princess Leia. Where Frodo Baggins is given the One Ring. When Tony Stark gets blown up. And the moment where Ant-Man comes back from the Quantum Realm 5 years after Infinity War. This is essentially the moment where the conflict is started because the protagonist is pushed into the adventure. (Make sure they have a personal stake in it, though.) The Debate is a small moment where the protagonist, or just characters in general, argue about ‘going on this adventure’, about leaving their normal world. The Break Into Two is my favorite moment in Act I. This is when the protagonist chooses (and they usually must choose) to leave their normal world and embark on the adventure. Bilbo Baggins leaves the Shire. Frodo Baggins leaves the Shire. Luke Skywalker joins Ben Kenobi and leaves his homestead. Tony Stark builds his Mk. I Iron Man suit and fights his way to freedom. The Avengers plan how to time travel to collect the Infinity Stones.

7.) to 13.) is the longest act, Act II. This is the introduction of the B-Story to the Break Into Three. It encapsulates the Fun and Games, all the trials and obstacles the protagonist will have to face.

The B-Story is the subplot you want to implement into the story. This can be a lot of things and can be multiple things. Sometimes it’s a romance, or a learning curve, or a friendship. The Fun and Games, like I said above, is the trials and obstacles the protagonist must overcome. Essentially, in screenwriting, it’s everything you want to put in a movie trailer that’ll draw audiences in. In storywriting, I make up this part of the story as everything I want to happen along the way. The small adventures and little moments I can have fun with before I need to head back to the main story/conflict. The Midpoint is where everything changes. It’s either a “False Victory” or “False Defeat”, mirrored by the All Is Lost beat. An example of this is in Avengers: Infinity War, when Thor enters the Battle of Wakanda, but then Thanos breaks free from the Guardians, Iron Man, and Spider-Man’s trap later. There is a ‘peak’, where it seems like “Hell yeah, we’re going to win”, but then they start losing and losing and losing. The next beat is Bad Guys Close In, which is all about the bad guys closing in. Either the enemy literally shows up. fights them, and wins, or the good guys start fighting amongst themselves. All Is Lost follows up as the moment when the heroes lose. They fail. Often, there’s “a Scent of Death”, which can be an actual character death or someone coming close to death. This is Ben Kenobi getting cut down by Darth Vader. Gandalf getting pulled into the abyss by the Balrog. Thanos confessing that he murdered Gamora for the Soul Stone. Black Widow sacrificing herself to get the Soul Stone. Right after this is the Dark Night of the Soul, which is where the heroes are depressed. They’re at the bottom of the pit. They don’t know what to do with themselves. The mood is usually: It’s over, they’re done. No take backs. No do-overs. We. Lost. Everyone’s defeated and they don’t know what to do next. Following is the Break Into Three, where the heroes find their resolve, get back up, and forge ahead to the final confrontation. A few perfect examples of this is when: the Avengers ruminate over Black Widow’s sacrifice, reaffirm their mission, and then reverse the Snap. Luke Skywalker gets inside the X-Wing to go fight the Death Star. And when Peter Parker tells Happy Hogan that’s he’s going to kick Mysterio’s ass. Finally, we reach the Finale, where it all ends. This is the final confrontation. Thanos attacks the New Avengers Facility. The Rebel Alliance attacks the Death Star. And Ladybug and Chat Noir face Stoneheart one last time. The Finale isn’t bogged down by one fight, though, as Avengers: Endgame shows us. You can stretch it out a bit, play with the audience’s emotions. While Nebula and Gamora help Hawkeye, and Ant-Man saves Hulk, Rocket, and Rhodey, the Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor face down Thanos in a 3v1. It’s an epic battle and it feels like the end, but then the rest of the Avengers show up and we get the biggest battle in the entire story. This is the final battle.Then, there’s the Final Image. This mirrors the Opening Image, shows how far we’ve come and how much has changed. At the start, Luke Skywalker was a farmer boy and at the end he’s a galactic hero/terrorist. At the start, Frodo was just a normal guy living in the Shire, but at the end he’s on an epic adventure to save the world. At the beginning, Bilbo Baggins is content with living at home, but in the end he’s prepared to go on an adventure to help his friends take back their home from a dragon. In Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette is an introverted klutz who grows into a confident superhero.

So, yeah, that’s how I plan out my stories. Each beat is an essential component to create the narrative flow. If none of this made sense, here’s a link to a website that might help out: (x)

Of course, a story is more than it’s plot. You mentioned you had issues with dialogue?

Well, my method for writing dialogue is by throwing myself into the character. I act like them. I try to emulate them. For me, dialogue isn’t about making it correct, it’s about making it organic. Dialogue is linked to the characters you write it for. So someone stiff and stoic is probably not going to clip words and spell everything out. Someone lax and playful will probably clip words and phrases, and also throw in slang.

The kind of dialogue I usually write is inspired by Thor: Ragnarok, because the dialogue used is mostly improv, or improvised. In other words, make it up on the go. Have fun with it. If you want to, throw yourself into the character and try to act like them.

In terms of chapters, I don’t think length matters as much as content and flow. You want to make sure it paces well. You want to make sure that you’re not bogging it down with writing that’s unnecessary, like a diverging plot about food while the characters have to worry about going somewhere. Not unless it’s necessary for the plot.

In other words, chapter density is all up to you. What’s necessary and what’s not? Does it feel too short, as in they reader reads it and it feels like the hero punched the villain and it’s over? Or the read it and they felt like there was a full struggle where they fought and clashed and finally won.

Besides that, I don’t have much else to give. In terms of links and tutorials, all that I learned in class or from experience. (Don’t make me talk about the Fanfiction.net days.) But, if you’ve got anymore questions, I’ll be glad to answer.

[stevie-steven-stevington]

Febuwhump Day 22: regret

Fandom: MCU Characters: Peter Parker, Happy Hogan Category: Gen Rating: T Warnings: none Words: 1.6k

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this literally has no plot lol but i’m sleepy. also i haven’t seen the iron man series in like 2372 years so my characterization is entirely based on hoco bye

this one goes out to @parkrstark, who suggested doing something with happy and peter :)

The kid’s annoying.

It’s a fact. The kid talks too much, too fast, and it’s annoying. That’s just how it is. He wishes that was a good excuse for ignoring the calls. And the texts. And the incessant, unnecessarily long voicemails. He wishes he'd kept a closer eye on the kid because then maybe he wouldn't have missed his own Homecoming to fight his date's dad. He wishes his negligence hadn't indirectly caused a world of trauma for a high school sophomore. He can't fix it now, but he can at least try to make amends. Peter seems like a pretty forgiving kid. 

He starts out small. Proper greetings when Peter gets into the backseat of the car, asking him how school was, letting him ramble on about decathlon practice or chemistry or his friends or...whatever he's talking about. Happy's not really listening, but he hasn't put up the divider either. Progress. He can almost think of Peter's voice as background noise, if he focuses hard enough on the road. Peter doesn't seem to need much input from him, anyway, so as long as he gives a hum or a nod every once in a while, the kid's content to just talk. Happy drives and Peter talks. And it works. Peter's smiling, so that's something. Guilt still gnaws at his insides, even as Peter chatter animatedly about the new LEGO set his best friend, whose name Happy can't remember, just got. They're not close, not by a long shot, but they're okay enough.

After Germany, Peter usually calls Tony when there's a problem. Tony is mentoring him now, something Happy never thought he'd live to see - Tony Stark with a kid. Not because he didn't think Tony would be good with a kid, but because he never thought Tony would settle enough to have one. Which, technically, he still hasn't, but who is he kidding? Most of the calls he gets from Peter, now, are just patrol reports. He doesn't give them every time anymore, but Tony insists that he still gives them whenever something major or out of the ordinary happens. After Germany, Happy listens to every voicemail. No matter how long, how uninteresting, how tangential, Happy listens to all of them. Sometimes Peter actually has a cool story or a funny anecdote - the time he fought a guy in a hot dog costume who tried to steal cash from a taco stand because he was bitter that their mascot had a better suit than him sticks out. Other times, it's just Peter telling him about how he helped a kid find her dog or something in that vein. It's sort of endearing, in a way. The voicemails, as much as he hates to admit it, are nice to listen to. And it's nice to get an update, outside of the weekly lab visits, on how Peter's doing. It's nice to get semi-regular confirmation that the kid is, in fact, still alive. He brings up a story from one of the more recent voicemails one day, because Peter got cut off by his aunt in the middle of his retelling, and Happy's kind of curious as to what came next. "Hey, what happened with that guy you were following the other day? The one you thought was stalking that girl." Peter stops in the middle of his sentence. There's a level of surprise on his face that Happy doesn't like. "I - what?" Glancing between the road and Peter in the rearview mirror, Happy says, "From the voicemail. Last...Tuesday, I think? Something like that." Peter's mouth opens and closes like a fish for a solid twenty seconds. Happy's starting to wonder if he said something wrong when Peter practically chokes out, "You - you listen to the voicemails?" It's a fair question. Happy hates that it is, but it's fair. He's not shocked that Peter still assumes he doesn't listen to the patrol reports, because he didn't before and letting the kid ramble in the car isn't going to change Peter's whole perception of him. He didn't do it right the first time, but he'll get it the second time around. He's not going to let the kid down again. "Yeah, I listen to them," he says, gruffly. Peter nods slowly in the backseat, eyes wide. There's way too much awkwardness going on here. "So are you gonna finish the story?" "O-oh, yeah, sure. So it turns out he was stalking her..."

It's not until Peter steps into the car with possibly the saddest look Happy has ever seen on anyone other than Tony or Rhodey that their relationship really clicks. Peter slides into the backseat, unceremoniously dropping his backpack at his feet, and promptly leans his head against the window and closes his eyes without so much as a hello. Wrong. There's so much wrong here and he haven't even started driving yet. "The hell happened to you?" Happy asks, realizes belatedly that maybe he should've waited for Peter to speak up. Or just let him talk to Tony instead, since they're actually close. Or at least been a little more gentle about asking. Too late now. Bleary eyes drag over to him. The kid picks at a loose thread on his jeans and mumbles, "Nothing. M'fine." "And I'm Iron Man." He gets no reaction. Jesus. "Kid. Did someone say something to you? Or is this like - like a PTSD thing or -" "What do you care?" There's no real bite to it. Just tired resignation. It might be worse. Peter's not even angry about it - Happy wonder, sometimes, if anger is even in Peter's vocabulary - he's just accepted that Happy doesn't like him and never will. God, he's an asshole. He doesn't not like the kid. He's never really not liked the kid. Peter's annoying, yes, and likely will never stop being annoying, but it's in the same way that a younger brother is annoying. Like whenever he speaks, Happy wants him to shut up, but when he actually does, it feels like something's missing. He didn't get that part, before, because Peter never actually did seem to shut up, but he gets it now. And he does care. He never wanted to, but the kid's grown on him. Apparently, he's good at that. "Peter - look, I'm sorry for not answering your calls," he says, and he really is. "I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously. I know I've been a dick, but I'm...trying to make up for it, okay? So if you don't want to tell but, then fine, whatever, but you - you can, if you want." He's met with silence. Okay. He deserves this. Happy puts the car in drive and pulls out of the school parking lot. Regret stirs in his stomach once again.

They're halfway through the drive when Peter says, "There's this guy at school." He leaves it hanging there, still staring out the window as the city flies by outside. Happy's not quite sure if guy at school means a bully or a crush, but the way Peter says it has him leaning toward bully. "Uh huh?" Happy prompts, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. He's always hated having people stare at him when he's upset. Peter doesn't speak for another two minutes. Happy's starting to think he's not going to when he slows to a stop at a red light and Peter pulls away from the window. "He's an asshole. He - he calls me Penis Parker and says I'm not smart enough to be on the decathlon team and acts like I ran over his dog just because I'm a starter and he's not." Does starter mean the same thing on decathlon as it does in sports? Probably. Happy doesn't really think the specifics are that important here anyway. Now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure Tony mentioned something about Peter having a bully once or twice before. "I can talk to him if you want. Man-to-man." "No. Christ, why do you and Mr. Stark both jump to scaring the shit out of a high schooler?" "Because we both know you won't." Peter scoffs, somewhere between indignant and exasperated. "That's not even - it's not even that big of a deal. He's a jerk, yeah, but it's not a big thing." "The look on your face when you got in the car said otherwise," Happy says, before he can think better of it. He doesn't want to push too hard and make Peter shut down, but again, it's a little too late. Thankfully, Peter just sighs, fingers running through his hair. "I - it was just something he said earlier. I was already a little on edge today, and he...went a little too far. But I'm okay, Happy, really. You don't have to - I mean, I know you have better things to do than worry about me anyway, but -" "I do worry about you. You have no regard for your own well-being, it's terrifying." "I -" "You're like another Tony, except Tony's a grown ass adult and you're like - fun-sized." "I am not -" "You're tiny and have no sense of self-preservation, of course I worry about you." "I didn't get in this car so you could insult me," Peter says, but he's smiling. There's still a sad tinge to his eyes, but he's smiling. "I'm not insulting you, only stating facts." "Lies. Lies and slander." Happy laughs. "Sure, kid. Whatever you say." The guilt doesn't lessen. But he thinks they're on the road to recovery.

[radarsteddybear]

Whump prompts: #13 + Hogan's Heroes (any characters you wish)

13–”Stay”

Title: Blue on Blue

Summary: Someone gets a little trigger-happy on a mission. 

Prompt: “Stay.”

Warnings/tags: guns, gunshot wound

Chapter: 2 of 2

Crossposted to my AO3 and my ff.net.

Newkirk paced the floor of Barrack 2.  Inside the Colonel’s room, Wilson was patching Carter up.  Kinch hadn’t left his side since they got back, and neither had Colonel Hogan once he and LeBeau had gotten back some ten minutes later.  But Newkirk couldn’t bring himself to go inside.  Not when…when…

“Here,” LeBeau said, pressing a steaming cup of ersatz coffee into his hand.  

Newkirk gave him a short nod, but he couldn’t bring himself to drink it.  The tin cup shook in his hand, rattling as if to echo the sound of a death knell ringing throughout the city.  He set it down on the table and resumed his pacing.

“Why don’t you sit down for a little while?  You’re going to wear a hole in the floor!” LeBeau complained.

Newkirk sat down at the table and put his head in his hands.

“Carter will pull through.  I know it,” LeBeau said confidently.

A lump grew in Newkirk’s throat.  He knew that there was a good chance that Carter would be ok.  He’d seen enough of the wound that he knew that Carter wouldn’t die from it alone, and they’d gotten him back to camp in time to stop the bleeding.  The Colonel’s sulfa supply should take care of the rest, and if it didn’t, he might be able to pull some strings to get something better.  Ultimately, things could be a lot worse.

Except.

The only reason that Carter was lying in the Colonel’s bunk instead of his own, the only reason that they hadn’t been able to complete the mission, the only reason that trains were going to keep using those tracks to transport men and supplies all over Germany so that the bloody Krauts could continue to murder Allied soldiers on the front and their loved ones back home, was because Newkirk hadn’t had the presence of mind to look before firing his gun.

If Newkirk was going to do something so stupid, why couldn’t he have shot himself instead?  

Kinch slipped out of the Colonel’s room.

“He’s asking for you,” he said quietly.

Newkirk looked up blearily and was surprised to find that Kinch was talking to him.

“Me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Kinch said.  “I’ll be right out here if you need anything.”

Newkirk nodded and stood up as if in a daze.  He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there.  The coffee had grown cold a long time ago.  Everyone who’d illicitly been up when they’d gotten back had gone to sleep.  The Colonel had taken Carter’s bunk for the night while Kinch stayed inside to keep an eye on Carter.  Fear and guilt gnawed at his gut worse than during those late nights he allowed himself to worry about his sister back home.  

Newkirk made his way over to the Colonel’s room, but he hesitated.  Maybe he shouldn’t go in.  Maybe he should wait until tomorrow, when his head was clearer and Carter was stronger.

No.  Carter had asked for him.  It was the least he could do to give him that.

Newkirk pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Hiya, Newkirk!” Carter said, propped up in the bottom bunk, his voice bright, though a little weak.  His shoulder was wrapped in bandages, and his arm was in a sling.

“Hey, Andrew,” Newkirk said.  “How’re you feeling?”

“Not too bad,” Carter said.  “My shoulder hurts, though.  Wilson offered me some of the moonshine we have down in the tunnel, but that stuff makes me dizzy.” He shifted uncomfortably.

“‘Ere, let me…” Newkirk tsked as he fiddled with the pillows to help him find a better position.  

“Why’d you want me in ‘ere, anyway?” Newkirk said carefully, smoothing down the blankets and avoiding look at Carter.

Carter shrugged with his good shoulder.  “I was kinda lonely.”

“You ‘ad Kinch.”

“Yeah, but…”  Carter looked past Newkirk into the darkness outside the window.  “You hadn’t visited yet.”

“Well, it’s not like LeBeau came to visit, either.”

Carter gave him a look.  “LeBeau faints at the sight of blood.”

Newkirk laughed.  “Yeah.  It’s a good thing he wasn’t…” there when I shot you, his brain oh-so-helpfully finished for him.

But Carter was laughing, too.  “That would have been a mess, wouldn’t it?  Having to carry two of us back instead of just one.”

Newkirk nodded, and his eyes fell on Carter’s bandages again.  “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt too much, Andrew?  I’m sure I could nick some schnapps from ol’ Klink’s office.”

“No, it’s all right,” Carter said, wincing as he shifted again.  

“Your dressing’s not too tight, is it?” Newkirk asked, eying it critically as he fixed the pillows again.

“Oh, no.  It’s just right.  The bleeding’s stopped and everything,” Carter assured him.

“Are you thirsty?  I could pop out and get you some water.”

“No, I’m ok.”

“How about something to eat?  I’m sure I could find something lying around.”

“No, it’s ok, really.  I’m fine.”  Carter thought for a moment.  “Well, as fine as you can be when you’ve just had a bullet taken out of your shoulder.”

Newkirk nodded, guilt sitting heavy in his gut like a Christmas pudding after New Year.  “I guess I’ll be off to bed now, then,” he said, making his way towards the door.  “You need to get some rest, anyway.“

“No,” Carter said a little too quickly.  He sounded…nervous, almost, which was strange.  For all the empty space in Carter’s head, nerves didn’t have much of a place in it.  “Stay.”

Newkirk looked at him, bewildered.  “Stay?” he repeated.  “Why would you want me to stay?”

Carter half-shrugged again.  “I don’t know.  It feels kinda weird, being alone.”

“I’ll send Kinch back in,” Newkirk said, moving to open the door.  

“But…” Carter began, and he looked so crestfallen that Newkirk stopped.

“What do you want me in here for, Andrew?  I-I shot you.”

“I know that.  I was there, you know,” Carter said seriously.

“Then why are you acting so bloody normal?”

Carter looked puzzled.  “How else should I act?”

“You might be mad at me, for starters.”

“But it was an accident.”

“I could have killed you!”

Carter frowned.  “Would you feel better if I were mad at you?”

“It’s only fair.”

Carter’s face creased and folded into a rare expression of anger.  “Fine!  Then I hate you!” he said, raising his voice with a sudden furor that made Newkirk jump.  But the anger vanished as quickly as it had come.  “But I’d still like you to stay.”

Newkirk sat down heavily in the chair next to the bed and sighed.  “Yeah,” he said.  “I’ll stay.”

[chiccywood]

Why “Spider Man: Homecoming” Puts All Other Spider Man Movies To Shame

You’d need a flow chart to understand all the ins and outs regarding Sony, Columbia Pictures, and Spider Man. Their prized possession has gone from Sam Raimi’s good start until the embarrassingly bad third installment and then re-booted with the more recent Andrew Garfield-starring movies, which were both critical and commercial non-starters. So where does Sony turn?

They’ve smartly swallowed their pride, worked out a deal with Marvel Studios, and “Spider Man: Homecoming” jumps right into the Marvel Cinematic Universe…then quickly becomes one of the most fun, refreshing, exciting, and hilarious superhero movies ever. It also proves that less is more by not overloading the movie with heroes and villains, only focusing on Tom Holland’s Peter Parker/Spider Man.

The closest that “Homecoming” gets to really being involved in the sprawling Marvel world is an opening sequence that shows the events of “Captain America: Civil War” from fifteen year old Peter Parker’s perspective. In just ten short minutes, “Homecoming” establishes what you're going to see over the next 133 minutes: snappy dialogue from an awkward teenager in between some exceptionally cool action.

Thankfully, “Homecoming” skips out on yet another radioactive spider bite and the death of Uncle Ben as everyone has seen that movie before. This jumps right into Peter’s tutelage under Tony Stark (a totally phoned in Robert Downey Jr.) while being babysat by Happy Hogan (Jon Favreau, who steals every scene he’s in), who are both happy for Peter to be a low-key local neighborhood hero. Naturally, the fifteen year old in Peter thinks he knows everything (didn’t everyone?) and he wants to step up his crime fighting to the big leagues.

Enter Adrian Toomes (Michael Keaton). Toomes ran a construction crew that was about to work on cleaning up New York after it was destroyed during the alien invasion in “The Avengers”, but Stark’s business gets the government contract instead. Toomes gets steamed about yet another “rich getting richer” situation and he and his crew begin a criminal enterprise in which they steal alien weaponry. Of course, Toomes wears a wing-apparatus that allows him to fly, earning him the nickname “Vulture.”

There are a handful of action set pieces that are perfectly constructed, particularly the tense moments surrounding an explosion inside the Washington Monument. But like the most successful of the super hero movies, it’s what happens in between the action that makes “Homecoming” work. Peter’s interaction with his best pal, Ned (Jacob Batalon), Aunt May (Marisa Tomei), and his cringe-worthy flirtations with his crush, Liz (Laura Herrier), are delightful and inspired more by “Sixteen Candles” than “The Dark Knight.”

Even though it is credited to six different screenwriters, director Jon Watts keeps the train on the tracks and moving forward at lightning fast speed. There’s nary a dull moment and even a plot twist that truly comes out of nowhere. Watts has essentially stolen from every John Hughes movie, even going as far as to blatantly steal Ally Sheedy’s “The Breakfast Club” character in Zendaya’s Michelle.

Michael Keaton doesn’t completely “villain out” and he stays in the “just want to earn a living for my family” bad guy mode. There’s a few overly menacing moments and Keaton does sound like Beetlejuice one or two times, but he makes for a perfect super-serious foil for the wise-cracking Spider Man.

Welcome to movie super stardom, Tom Holland. Holland is so perfect as Peter Parker that he makes you forget anyone else ever portrayed him on film. He’s tasked with being a geeky teenager and a wide eyed superhero all at the same time and he’s exceptional on both fronts. “Homecoming” only works if Holland does and he exceeds all expectations.

Everyone is so sure that “Spider Man: Homecoming” is going to be a hit that there are already two spin off films being planned. While the world really doesn’t need another superhero movie sandbox to play in, “Homecoming” is such a blast that it’s impossible to not want to spend more time in it. This is a grand scale movie that feels small in scope and more interested in developing characters than a dozen storylines spread across a dozen movies.

Even if you don’t follow the sprawling comic book movie world, “Spider Man: Homecoming” is one of the summer blockbusters that you really cannot miss.

[marvel-roleplay-blog1]

Hello!

Hello my friends, bellow the cut you will find my Intro, Characters, Ships and Code of Conduct for roleplaying! I’m very flexible, and relaxed, so message me and you’ll always get one back sooner or later

•Intro

Hello there, I am a long time roleplayer(going on six years) and tend to stick to the semi-lit area of roleplaying. A paragraph or two for replies, a bit lengthier for starters- these tending to range from Literate to Semi-Novella if I need to go into a lot of detail and AU set up - or time skips. However, I am more then open to writing in Lit, Multi-Para, and occasionally semi-novella(but trust me, it’s going to be a long wait between replies for this option). I also am not above one liners, if that’s more your style, as I tend to mimic the length of my partner’s replies for roleplaying. I’m a very open and happy person, so wether you have questions by the end of this, want to chat, or want to roleplay, never be nervous to message me at any time.

•Characters

For characters, I am again a very open person, I’ve been roleplaying for a long time as a variety of characters so even if you don’t see a character on these lists feel free to ask, and if I know them well enough I’ll be happy to take the role most of the time.

Most Experience: Loki Odinson/Laufeyson, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Yondu Udonta, Howard Stark, Wade Wilson, Stephen Vincent Strange, Vision and Erik Lahnsherr

Moderate Experience: Anthony Edward “Tony” Stark, Thor Odinson, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Charles Francis Xavier, Kraglin Obfonteri, Ego, Bruce Banner and Nick Fury

Least Experience: Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, T'Challa, Phil Coulson, Scott Lang, Odin Borson, Happy Hogan, Laufey, Fandral and Ultron

•Ships

I am, once again, a very open person even when it comes to ships (however, in the code of conduct section bellow, there are a few things mentioned about ships that I would encourage people to read when trying to set up a roleplay) and if you don’t see a ship here, it doesn’t hurt to ask! Ship names are provided where I know them, if you see a ship without a name and know it, please message me so I can edit this and add it!

Main ships: Loki-Tony(FrostIron/Ironfrost), Tony-Bucky(WinterIron), Howard-Steve, Charles-Erik(Cherik), and Steve-Bucky(Stucky)

Other usual ships: Peter-Wade(SpideyPool), Peter-Bucky(WinterSpider), Steve-Tony(Stony), Stephen-Tony, Bruce-Tony, Stephen-Bruce, Loki-Tony-Bucky, Bucky-Peter-Wade, Steve-Bucky-Tony, Yondu-Kraglin, Clint-Bucky, Clint-Tony, Phil-Steve and Vision-Ultron

•Code of Conduct

Code of conduct is just a fancy way of saying rules, honestly, so let’s get right into my least favorite part of posts like this-

-I myself have very few limits when it comes to roleplaying, so before we start to plan an rp I need to know if you have any limits or triggers, so I can make sure the roleplay is as fun for you as it is for me!

-Those few limits are.. —Incest, Coprophilia, Urolagnia, Sexual Vomit, Necrophilia and Bestiality

-no Text Talk or “-” and “•” to show actions, I’ll accept any length of reply but please make it look like there’s a bit of effort? —ex.(of what not to do) •walks over• rawr •she lol'd•

And that’s about it really, in closing I just want to say I’m open to AUs, strange plots, and really most anything, if you know a ship/character you want but don’t have any ideas, I have an extensive AU list that I would be more then happy to send over messages- and if you don’t do roleplay much on tumblr, I have email, geeking, chatzy, and plenty of other options! I am a bit new to tumblr roleplaying, so forgive me for that, I’d rather have roleplays take place in messages then on threads but whatever works for you works for me!

Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope to message with you soon,

[aion-rsa]

NOS4A2 Season 2 Episode 9 Review: Welcome to Christmasland

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NOS4A2 Season 2 Episode 9

There’s a certain sadness that comes along with parenting. As a first-time parent of a toddler, I’ve been spared most of it, but even though my child is still in the early stages of learning to speak and developing higher motor functions, there’s already a little maudlin joy in watching her grow and change. The little potato-shaped baby I fed and cuddled on the couch doesn’t snuggle in immediately when you pick her up. If she wants something, she’s quick about expressing her opinion, mostly with body language. If she wants down, she’ll wiggle around until you let her down. If she wants to play with a certain toy, she’ll go get it and manually put it into your hand with the expectation that you’ll know what to do from there. It’s very funny, most of the time, but there’s also a tinge of loneliness as I watch her slowly grow up into the person she’ll become.

Of course, I’m a normal, relatively functional adult human; I’m not Charlie Manx, the stunted villain of NOS4A2. Watching my baby grow up is sweet and a little sad, but I wouldn’t want to stop her. I certainly wouldn’t kill her and imprison her in my mind palace to prevent the natural course of aging and development. Then again, I’m not a Strong Creative.

One of the most solid things NOS4A2 has established throughout this season are both the similarities and differences between Charlie Manx (Zachary Quinto) and Vic McQueen (Ashleigh Cummings). After a certain point, they have a lot of similarities in terms of attempting to overcome their backgrounds, but Charlie’s selfish streak is what separates them. Vic would do anything to save Wayne; Charlie keeps Millie (Mattea Conforti) trapped in a hell of his own making. He might have provided her all of the trapping she dreamed of, and all of the friends a girl could want, but when she opens her mouth to mention leaving, well… that’s a non-starter, because when she leaves Christmasland, she begins the process of leaving him behind, figuratively at least.

I can’t help but wonder if Millie, as she watches Vic search for a way into Christmasland, sees a more appealing parental figure than her own. Or, perhaps, she just sees a way out and she’s willing to use Vic to get away from her father’s permanent childhood. Perhaps father and daughter are more alike than either is willing to own up to, with both seeing Vic (initially) as the means to an end, either as a new mother for the children of Christmasland or freedom from one man’s selfishness. Millie mirrors her father through the lens of his selfishness, and Wayne, with his desire to run away from his mother and all of her baggage, mirrors his mother’s own desire to get out of Haverhill and make something of herself, albeit in a nascent form.

To the credit of “Welcome to Christmasland,” there’s absolutely no downtime from the shocking events of “Chris McQueen.” Grief is an emotion that can be saved until after everyone is no longer in mortal danger. Vic is determined solely to get Wayne back from Charlie Manx, and Ashleigh Cummings does a brilliant job of expressing suppressed grief in her brief introductory scene with Lou as she struggles to start the bike and tells him, voice cracking, to stay with her father so he won’t be alone. Once she has that brief moment, and represses it after a confession of love for Lou and his goodness as a person, she’s ready for business.

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Charlie, to his credit, is much the same way, albeit he’s taken through the house where he keeps his nightmares locked up by Millie in an attempt to get the whole Manx family to leave Christmasland together. Zachary Quinto doesn’t have to fully restrain Charlie’s fear and anxiety; instead, the deeper Millie drags Charlie into the place of his greatest failures, the more panicky he becomes until, when confronted by Cassie, he has a full-fledged freak-out, lashing out at her and Millie with uncharacteristic aggression. He’s backed into a corner, and he faces one of the things he fears most: an independent teen girl who pushes back on his every decision and choice, no longer fooled by twinkling lights and candy. Mattea Conforti does a great job with Thomas Brady’s script, putting full teenage angst into her line delivery without crossing the line into annoying. She’s chafing under Charlie’s rule, longing to branch out, but not wanting to abandon her father in the process until it seems like she has no other choice.

The bulk of the episode isn’t about family drama, though the family drama underpins the action. The bulk of the episode is a daring twilight mission of destruction through Christmasland conducted by Vic and Maggie. Sure, they’re searching for Wayne, but they didn’t break into Christmasland not to do some serious damage to Charlie Manx’s evil plans in the meantime. Toa Fraser does a stellar job of shooting the action in Christmasland, giving Charlie’s mind palace both a scope and a scale that isn’t seen in the few other Inscapes we’ve seen throughout the series.

This one is intricate, deep, with an Id maze among its many traps and snares designed to stop adults and enthrall children. The set design is incredible; it’s somehow both Christmassy and terrifying at once. Behind the gingerbread siding and foggy glass windows, the joy and light of the place die quickly, with the buildings we see the inside of, a candy shop and a costume shop, looking lifeless in spite of their festive colors and twinkling lights. In a sense, Christmasland looks like a movie set decorated with fake snow; it does the job, but the illusion don’t last past the initial glance. The kids might be happy, but that’s as much because of Charlie Manx’s need to feel like he’s saving them and giving them every kid’s fantasy rather than actual happiness. He’s not there to give them something they need, they’re there because he has to feel like a success rather than a failure.

Christmasland isn’t for them, it’s for Charlie Manx, and attacking it is as effective in stopping him as burning the Wraith because it’s a necessary part of his being. Christmasland is a playground for kids, because bribery is the only way Charlie ever knew how to make someone happy. He couldn’t give Millie anything in her life, so in her afterlife, she’s getting all of the junk food and frivolity a child could want.

But Millie isn’t a child anymore. In spite of all traps designed to keep her a child forever, Millie is growing up, and the first lesson of her journey into adulthood is to see through her father’s carefully constructed lies and half-truths. The brightly colored present of Christmasland is just an empty box, and Christmasland is pure emptiness. Behind Charlie’s gorgeous car and well-coiffed veneer is pure emptiness; Christmasland might be there to keep the kids happy, but Charlie’s mind is more like the ice maze, twisted and endless and cold, where anything that runs counter to Christmasland’s plastic perfection goes to die.

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