#I'd rather know 2-3 spiders really well

[pastacatprod]

Things I love about summer so much:

1. Mosquitoes

2. More spider sightings indoors and outdoors and everywhere really. Love the spiders.

3. People saying "WOW IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUT THERE EH?" when it is 90 fucking degrees in the shade.

4. Did I mention spiders? Hanging out above me while I poop? Unbeknownst to me until I stand up and nearly hit them? With my face?

5. When it rains and people go "Man I hope it clears up soon!" when this is the first day in two weeks that's been under 90 degrees.

6. Spiders. Above. My. Goddamned. Bed.

7. Did I say mosquitoes yet?

[amazingmsme]

Listen Here Punk!

AN: Day 2 comin' in hot! I didn't really intend to do 2 spiderverse fics in a row, but they fit the prompts. Been wanting to write something with Hobie & Miguel, & this idea just jumped out at me!

Miguel didn't necessarily mind sharing his lab space. He knew he had state of the art equipment, and quite frankly everyone wanted to get their hands on it. He'd never admit it in a million years, but he liked the quiet company of someone working nearby with the low hum of machinery droning on in the background.

But that's the thing: he liked quiet company. And Hobie was being anything but.

Hobie had asked him if he could use his 3-D printer while he was in the lunch line. He said sure and shooed him away, and he'd expected he'd be gone by the time he made it back to his office. Needless to say, it was wishful thinking.

Not only was he still there, but he had a damn boombox with him, and it was blaring heavy rock much too loud for his ears.

"Hey I'm back, could you turn it down?" he shouted as he walked in. Hobie looked right at him, and didn't turn it down, so he repeated himself. "Hey, could you turn it down?"

Much to his dismay, Hobie locked their gazes and cranked the volume up.

Miguel glared and marched over, turning the volume so low it was barely audible. Just as he made it back to his desk, the music blared so loud it made him jump.

He whipped around and noticed the way Hobie was hunched over his project sporting a sly smirk.

"Hobie, this isn't funny. I'm asking nicely, please turn off the music," he said, a final warning.

"See, an' I'm trynna give you a better taste in music," he quipped, snickering to himself quietly. If it weren't for Miguel's superhuman hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it over the deep bass coming through the speakers.

"I'd like it a hell of a lot better if you turned it down!" he yelled, voice barely raising above the music.

"Well that's no way to listen to this kinda music, bruv," he teased, turning the volume dial up even more.

That seemed to be the last straw, because Miguel snapped. He slammed his hand on the boombox and turned it off before setting his sights on Hobie, who was trying hard to play it cool.

"We all know cats land on their feet, let's see if it's he same for spiders, eh?" he asked, walking him closer to the edge of the platform. It was only 15 feet off the ground, so he really wasn't worried about actually hurting him.

"Wait a minute, I was just jokin'!" he tried justifying his behavior, but it was too late. Miguel grabbed him under his arms, hoisting him in the air as he was about to chuck him off. But then he started giggling.

"P-put mehehe dohohown!" he pleaded, legs kicking frantically. His outline grew more sketchy and erratic, his colors more vibrant. Miguel was in such shock, that he did just that... But he didn't let him go. Something Hobie realized with growing fear.

A giddy, terrified grin played at his lips as he clamped his arms to his sides, keeping Miguel's hands trapped in his pits. His own hands were clutching Miguel's forearms for dear life.

"You don't have to do this mate," he pleaded, though excitement glimmered in his eyes.

Miguel clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side. "I kinda do though. You deliberately went against me, then tried to play it off as a joke-"

"It was a joke!"

"Don't interrupt me," he said sternly, wiggling his fingers in warning. It sent him sputtering, doubling over in his grasp as he tried to fight off the mirth that was building up in his chest. "It's rude. Just like turning up the volume after being asked politely to turn it down," he said sternly, though Hobie could've sworn he saw a fleeting smile.

"Ihihi'm sohohorry!" he caved rather quickly, having heard the rumors of how ruthless Miguel could be.

"Thanks, but I really don't believe you. I mean, you're laughing through your apology! That seems far from sincere to me," he taunted, drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits, making him scream.

"Ihihit's literally your fahahahault!" he cried, stomping his feet as he tried to run out of his grip, with no payoff. His feet simply scraped against the floor as he stayed put.

"Wooow, I didn't expect you to be one to victim blame," he teased.

"I'm the bloody victim here!" Hobie yelped, squirming around in Miguel's hold. "L-lehehet me gohoho!"

"Hmm, I don't know if I should," he wondered aloud, drumming his fingers down his ribs. Hobie doubled over, hugging his arms to his chest as deep belly laughs and sporadic snorts filled the air. "I mean, do you really deserve mercy after that little stunt?" Miguel added, not even bothering to hide his smirk anymore.

"Yehehes Ihihi do!" he insisted, having to lean against Miguel for support as his knees buckled.

He chuckled and shook his head, releasing him from his hold. "Fine. But next time, just listen to me punk. It'll save us both the head ache," he said, giving him a pat on the back as he walked over to his monitors.

"Yeah right, you totally enjoyed that. Smug ass," Hobie quipped, having regained his breath fairly quickly. Miguel looked at him from over his shoulder, arching a brow.

"You want me to actually throw you off?" he threatened in warning.

"Nah I'm leavin' 'm leavin'," he mumbled, stepping off the edge, letting himself fall for a few seconds before shooting a web to catch himself.

Hobie ended up forgetting his boombox. When he remembered a few hours later, he was more than amused to find Miguel, working while listening to music. The same music he had complained about earlier.

"That's funny, thought you didn't like it," he quipped, making his presence known as he walked up from behind. Miguel didn't even flinch.

"Never said I didn't like it. Just asked you to turn it down."

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Rose Thorn Blues | pt. 2

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Part One Masterlist

Summary: Begrudgingly, you let Peter Parker help you with the story. Even if it leads you two going undercover as a couple...

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers!! Fake dating!! Banter. More Criminal activity. Swearing. A lil bit of tension.

A/n: Well, I thought I'd share this smaller part before I head on vacation. Sorry it's not longer, but I hope this holds over until I'm back home! Thank you for reading, and let me know your thoughts <3

“Should I be regretting this?” you asked, immediately shaking your head as Parker wheeled over to your side.

“Too late.” He grabbed your notebook from your hands, kicking his feet up on your desk as he began to read. His lips moved silently along with the words, each curved syllable whispering past his mouth. You looked away when his eyes flicked to yours, those lips tilting into a grin even as he continued reading.

His fingers flipped the worn page of your notes, leaving you to pick at the hem of your shirt while waiting for him to finish.

You pulled your legs closer to you, trying to focus on the material of your pants rather than the urge to draw yourself into your body. But your nerves flared at the edges of your senses, telling you made the wrong choice. And only once you were about to pretend to need coffee just to step away, Parker blew out a tight sigh.

He muttered out, “Christ…”

Swallowing down the jolt in your muscles at his words, you turned to him, eyebrows raised. “Is that good or bad?”

His hand scratched along his jaw, his gaze following the words before slowly rising to meet yours. “Uh, your research is… good. Really good. But this,” he said, gesturing to the notebook, “is pretty bad.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, that quiet doubt inside your mind growing ever so louder. Barely blinking, you stared off wondering where this could go. Where you could end up if you went through with it. Your attention only snapped back when Parker cleared his throat.

He watched you, your expressions, with no humor on his face as he whispered, “So, you really went to this warehouse… by yourself in the middle of the night?” His finger pointed at your notes that indeed held your observations from last night. Still, that didn’t stop you from trying to lie and come up with anything that wouldn’t incriminate you.

When you didn’t answer, instead glancing at your fingers intertwining, he scoffed. “You know you could’ve really gotten hurt going there alone. Or worse. I don’t think these guys play around.”

“I wasn’t alone. I talked with Spider-Man,” you said, as if that could convince Parker that your plan hadn’t been a bad idea. But he raised an eyebrow at you, a half-smile on his face.

“Yeah? Now you’re buddy-buddy with him too?” A ghost of a laugh escaped him, but his eyes hardened, not leaving you. “I’m serious, sunshine. Spidey’s not gonna be there to always save you. We gotta do this carefully.”

Choosing to ignore the unyielding tone his words were wrapped in, you grabbed your notebook back from him, your jaw set. “I know that, Parker. And I’m not exactly in harm’s way now that I don’t have any other leads. All he’s got is some BS fundraiser I can’t get into,” you said, sitting back in your chair. Silently, as you traced a finger down the writing you’d gone over dozens of times already, you grumbled under your breath about the rude receptionist you’d talked to about it.

“A fundraiser?” 

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The collar of his long-sleeve shirt swooped down an inch, drawing your eyes to the shadow of his chest before nodding. He then asked, “What could we find out from that anyway? Not like Beaumont is gonna be any more truthful with those rich people than he is with the general public.” 

He brought the end of a pen to his mouth, beginning to chew on it before you could realize he took it from your desk. You just pressed your lips together, letting it go as he thought out loud some more — now beginning to spin in his desk chair.

“He’s hiding plenty of secrets as is, I’m sure there’s gotta be some that we could uncover by getting close, right? Maybe we could-”

“Parker! Where are those pictures you promised me!”

Jameson’s voice boomed through the office, sending the both of you jumping in your seats. Parker cleared his throat and called back, “Emailing them to you now, sir.”

Beneath the sound of Parker’s squeaky desk chair rolling back to his side, you heard Jameson swear  under his breath. You didn’t dare peek over the half-wall and risk getting yelled at too. Instead, as frantic typing came from Parker’s keyboard, you wrote on a post-it note, “Able to stay late. We can talk about this piece. In peace. Haha…”

You folded it in half twice before tossing it over onto his side and returning to research — even as it felt useless to do so. A small twinge of hope trickled up your spine, so subtle you barely noticed it before it reached the base of your head. A hope that Parker said yes. 

As another site turned up blank, you told yourself asking him was just to move this story along, even if it meant spending the evening with the intern you always seemed to stand in the shadow of. But this story could bring you over the top and show Jameson you deserved that job.

A few minutes later, a flash of paper flew from Parker’s side and landed right on your eye.

“Shit…” you groaned out, lightly rubbing your eye and blinking it repeatedly — all while you heard suppressed laughter from the other desk. Quietly, you muttered, “Dick,” and opened up the note. The only thing added to it was a poorly drawn thumbs-up.

With that settled, along with the weird relief at his answer that you shoved lower and lower, you worked on some of your assigned stories. One blurred into the next, all of them superficial enough to turn your brain fuzzy over the course of the work day. You wondered what Alice was working on and if they ever made her feel like this.

By the time people began packing up for the day, long after your mediocre lunch from the closest food shop, your head nearly felt numb. At least this story could be the break you needed from all this — all the unimportant parts of reporting, like who broke up with who, and how Spider-Man is somehow the reason for it. Again.

You rubbed a tired hand down your face, letting the warm darkness of it swallow you for a moment. Your head shot up finally once a granola bar clattered across your desk.

Parker’s head then appeared from around the half-wall, the wave of his dark hair looking ran through. “I stole it earlier today, but I think you need it more than I do, sunshine,” he said, pointing to the bar with a tilt of his head.

Your stomach growled as you grabbed it, ripping it open. “That’s such a stupid nickname,” you muttered before taking a bite, looking up at him with a half-assed glare.

“It’s more creative than you calling me ‘Parker.’ That’s just my last name.” He laughed, his eyes lighting up.

Quirking your head, you blinked slowly at him. “If I’m sunshine, then you’re moonshine. Makes sense too, cause I need to be drunk to even tolerate you, Parker,” you grumbled, finishing off the granola bar.

And before he could open that stupid mouth of his, you threw away the wrapper and said, “I think Jameson’s gone if we want to start on the story. We-”

“Now?” Parker’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at you, his hand coming up to run down his neck. “Immediately vetoing. C’mon.”

Before you could ask any questions, he stood up and walked toward the doors, shouting over his shoulder, “Keep up!”

As much as your mind resisted listening to him, your eyes and legs definitely needed the break. So you followed after him, staring at his back as you made your way down the building’s steps.

Out on the sidewalk, the sun sat lower in the sky at this hour. Clouds scattered throughout kept the air from getting too hot, the feeling bringing a content smile to your face.

Blinking at him, you saw the way the sunlight showered down on Parker. The effortlessness of his hands sitting in his pockets and his hair laying perfectly messy — even his goddamn freckles glowing in the light — set a sparking anger in your chest. It only twisted, turned more sour, when he opened his mouth.

“You know… it’s not polite to stare at someone. Even if they are ruggishly handsome.”

A laughing scoff escaped your mouth, your eyes instead drifting across the crowd of people passing along the sidewalk. “I was just trying to figure out how your head fit such a little brain inside it. Does it just roll around like an acorn in there? Maybe a pea?”

Feeling the glare from his side-eye, you caught his growing half-smile. “Yeah? Could a pea-sized brain be smart enough to find us an actual dinner?”

“I mean… probably. But,” you said, tilting your head at him, “that’s not the worst plan you’ve had.” For emphasis, your stomach growled while you two walked down the street. And through grabbing carryout to eat back at the office, you made it a point to not stare at Parker — or do anything to give him a bigger ego than he already had. 

His often irritating words certainly made it easy enough, like now as he spoke in between bites of his food from the takeout box. “So, I’m thinking–”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

You let out a laugh as he flipped you off, the shaking in your shoulders helping lift a weight from them. At least it was easy to laugh with him — or at him.

With a pointed stare, he continued. “I’m thinking that we have to find the connection between Beaumont and spidey… man. Spider-Man. With that warehouse you nearly burgled.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him as he leaned against your desk. With your feet propped up next to where he sat, you ate your food from your desk chair. The office lay bare beside you two, your ID cards giving you access after hours. Unsurprisingly, the brainstorming hadn’t been terribly productive yet.

“I did not burgle anything… yet. But I haven’t seen anything between those two before. Maybe Beaumont’s just a big fan. He’s taking all our money just to grow his collection of supervillain memorabilia.”

Parker let out a quiet laugh. “Sounds like something Jameson would do.” 

You internally shivered at the idea of finding your boss’s secret stash of Spider-Man collectibles.

Silence slipped over the two of you, just the noises of eating and the building’s air conditioning as you both thought through the details. Eventually, he said, “So this Ellis Beaumont guy has to have some sort of conflict with Spider-Man, meaning we could research what crimes of Beaumont’s that Spider-Man has stopped.”

An unsure look overtook your face. “That’s way too many to look through — and it’s not like that information is recorded anywhere. This politician keeps things tightly under wraps…” you sighed, letting out a tired laugh that didn’t feel all that funny. “It feels like I’m right back where I started.”

“Could that fundraiser of his give us answers?” Parker asked, his eyes glancing at yours.

You hesitantly nodded as you swallowed your next bite. “Probably, since it’s at his house apparently. But without an invitation, we’re kind of shit out of luck.”

“So we get an invitation and do some snooping during the event. Easy enough.”

Parker had put his food down, and you did not like the growing smirk on his face. “Before you say anything,” he told you, “I know a guy. It’ll be fine — we’ll just dress the part and do some investigative journalism.”

“Oh, so it’s bad to check out a warehouse, but we’ll just crash the fundraiser of a member of the government body and suspected criminal? You’re insane.” A scoff escaped your mouth when he nodded. 

As you dropped your feet from the desk, you wanted to regret letting Parker in on this story or at least question who this guy was that could get you two into this fundraiser, but you had no better plan — or the guts to pull this off without him. 

“This has got to be pretty illegal…” you whispered.

Parker gave you a smile that both calmed you and let butterflies loose in your stomach. “Absolutely. But Beaumont committed the crimes first, so we’re just evening it out.” He crossed his arms, the fabric of his long sleeve wrapped tight around them. With an expectant look, he raised his eyebrows at you. “So, are you in?”

A minute passed as you thought, considering any other plans that wouldn’t end with the both of you in jail. But you came up with nothing. 

This better be one hell of a story. “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

“Great!” he said, clapping his hands together. “One more thing, though. We’re going to have to go as a couple. I’m thinking our last name could be–”

“Excuse me?” You cut him off, your eyes widening. Despite your mouth opening, nothing came out. You just dropped your gaze to the wall behind him as you let out a long breath.

“How else are we going to be convincing? All the other people joining are families or couples, right?”

He explained it so matter-of-factly. You understood, really. But pretending to be married to him while sneaking through a mansion? All for a ridiculous unpaid summer internship?

“Parker, have you come up with a torture plan?” You put your face in your hands, quietly groaning. You could be cordial with him and cautiously appreciate his (persistent) help on the story, but the idea of acting as a couple in love with him brought an uneasiness to your body. 

Would Alice approve? It felt again like you weren’t following your heart, which wanted to hide deep down behind your ribs.

Parker looked at you, his mouth pressed tight. “Hey, not exactly like getting down on a knee to you was my original plan here,” he muttered.

Still, you looked back at him, ignoring the intensity of his stare. “So what will our last name be?”

Bennet, it turned out, would be the last name on your IDs and invitations for the banquet in two days. Sam and Rose Bennet. 

During the days leading up, the two of you worked on regular assignments under the eye (and screaming) of Jameson. 

But if someone looked closely, they’d see your leg constantly shaking beneath your desk and Parker’s nails being bitten down to the bed. They might be able to hear the whispered comments between the two of you — most about what your story would be. They would even see the things neither of you could make out, like the unasked questions on the tips of your tongues or the pull that seemed to exist between you and Parker.

The story you decided on was high school sweethearts — private school, of course. Something arranged by your equally rich and philanthropic parents, whose money you’d be happy to donate to Stronger Together during the fundraiser. 

In reality, you both scrounged up enough money to rent nice enough clothes for the event and hoped that you wouldn’t have to pay for any extra damage. Besides the money concern, the risk of something happening to the clothes (and you, more importantly) weighed over your mind. Parker didn’t seem to have any worries, or voice them to you at least, about this whole plan going sideways.

So, you planned for it by yourself. Which exits would be best, which people you should probably stay away from. And you still didn’t ask how Parker exactly got you two into this, not that you were sure you wanted to know.

It didn’t even cross your mind the night of, not as you stood in your apartment, slipping on a floor-length gown that seemed to lay just right. Your fingers ran along your body, fixing things here and there until you were sure no rich politician would look twice at you and suspect something. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you weren’t sure you recognized yourself — or the idea you had of yourself. Maybe that was a good thing.

Your frayed nerves turned electric as your phone went off, a text from Parker letting you know he was here. For a minute, you hesitated. The constant thrumming in your chest clouded your thoughts, telling you something that you couldn’t quite make out.

As a second, more impatient, text came through, you gave one last glance at yourself and walked out into the hallway.

Each step to the front door in shoes that squeezed your feet much too tightly felt like a jolt to your heart. A breeze pushed past you as you walked out to his car — one that he’d have to park far away so the valet couldn’t see his shitty 2004 Honda Civic.

Parker stood leaning against the side of the vehicle, one hand scratching at his jaw and the other shoved far into his rented tux’s pockets. He stared down at his shoes, his vacant look telling you he also had a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

But as his gaze drifted up, connecting with yours, that worried crease between his eyebrows smoothed out, his hand dropping from his jaw down to his lap. Your steps slowed, your fingers clutching tight onto a purse you borrowed from a friend. 

Those honeyed eyes turned bright as a ghosting smile spread across his face. You took in the image of him staring at you in that tuxedo — one that you could tell he wasn’t used to if you looked too hard. Not that you were doing that, of course. Still, the expensive material sat nicely along his tanned skin from the summer sun.

Though, you couldn’t figure out what felt off about him until you came closer, the buzzing in your ears growing much too loud as you neared. Reaching a hand up, your eyebrows furrowed, you went to fix his hair. The caramel strands sat straight and slicked back. It didn’t look like he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times.

But as you felt his breath brush along your skin, saw the stillness of his body, you paused. Too close. Too much, even for a fake couple.

You dropped your hand by your side, begging your body to calm down. You avoided his eyes as you took a step back. “Sorry,” you whispered, maybe for the first time to him, “Your hair just looks so…”

“Stuffy? Obnoxious? Greasy?”

“Pretentious is what I was going to say.”

His tight laugh brought some sort of relief to your tense muscles, even as he pushed off his car and muttered, “Glad we both look the part then.”

You raised an eyebrow, staring at him while fighting a smile. “You know, Parker — or Bennet, I should say — a real gentleman would’ve opened my door for me.”

Right before he plopped down in his car, he said, “You’re lucky I’m even picking you up, Mrs. Bennet.”

Quietly, you let out a huff and got into the passenger seat. Your hands brushed along your dress, straightening it out.

As you picked off a stray piece of lint, you said, “I’m not sure this is the right way to start as a couple.” You tried to make your words sound easy, but it didn’t even sound convincing to you.

Parker began driving, keeping his eyes on the road as he drummed a finger along the steering wheel. “You’re right — but don’t let that get to your head, sunshine. Okay, when did we first meet?”

“We first met fifteen years ago, but we didn’t start dating until ten years ago when our parents put us together. Toward the end of high school…”

“Where we went to different colleges but made the long-distance thing work. Somehow,” he said, waving a hand as if it didn’t matter or no one would ask how.

“And now, using the money we’ve saved up through our parents’ endowment funds and-”

“Wait, what does that even mean?” you asked, realizing he came up with this without telling you until now.

“It uh… it’s something to do with donations. I Googled it — it’s fine. Anyway, we’re using that and their savings to give back like they have always wanted. Great, fool-proof.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded for a second before shaking your head. “Parker, that makes no goddamn sense. This is a terrible idea.”

“Well, we’re going to be there soon, so too late now.”

“It’s actually not too late,” you told him, your throat feeling tight. “Let’s just turn around, okay?”

“Hey,” he said as the car came to a stoplight. He turned to look at you, the shine of the light illuminating half of his face. 

His voice came out soft. “You nearly burgled a criminal’s warehouse, and you lied to a government official’s secretary, or something. This will be a piece of cake, alright?” Ever so quietly, a warmth bloomed in your chest, melting the cold fear that’d been wrapping around you. You gave him a short nod, making him give a tight-lipped smile and keep driving. “Great! Now, suck it up, sunshine, and come up with a better backstory. I can’t do all of the thinking in this marriage.”

A laugh bubbled up from your mouth. You rolled your eyes, even though your fidgeting had calmed down. 

With a long breath out, you said, “What about if my grandmother left me money in her will, and I’m honoring her memory by giving it back to the city she loved?”

“Not bad… and sorry for your imaginary loss. I think it’ll keep people from prying too much further.”

“I hope so,” you muttered, hoping this half-baked plan would work.

Eventually, Parker slowly rolled the car to a stop. He parked on a smaller residential road a few blocks away, but you could still see the lights shining into the sky from Beaumont’s place. His castle to overlook all the peasants of the city.

Your shoes clicked across the pavement, the two of you nearing the mansion. With each step, you tried harder to ignore your heart hammering louder. 

You breathed out a shaky breath when Parker held out his arm next to you. Hesitantly, you took it, wrapping your arm around his. Normally, you might’ve ignored the hardness of his body or the warmth seeping into your skin, but the solid, unyielding feeling of him brought some sort of grounding.

Leaning his mouth toward your ear, Parker said, “Which one do you think is going to pop first? The vein bulging from Jameson’s forehead or the huge one in his neck?” 

The laughs you let out were sharp and involuntary, a smile breaking out on your face. Looking at him, at the grin he sent your way, you said, “Definitely the one on his forehead. And you’re going to be the one to make him mad enough to pop it.”

“I’ll be sure to wear those plastic ponchos the next time I’m late.”

“So… Monday? We can pick one up after the fundraiser for you.”

The giggles underlacing your words slowly died down as you turned the street corner, your eyes catching all the other couples approaching the towering house. Valets stood at the front, taking car keys from guests before they came to the doors — guards standing on either side.

“You’ve got the invitations?” you whispered to Parker, your hold on his arm growing tighter. 

He quietly scoffed. “Of course I have them. Who do you think I-” His words stopped, his hands patting down his suit jacket for the invitation. Right as you felt your stomach threaten to curl in on itself, he flashed you a grin. “Just kidding, they’re right here,” he told you, grabbing them from his pocket.

With a forced smile plastered to your face in front of all these guests, you gritted out, “I’m going to murder you.”

“You are too funny, dear,” Parker said, or more likely, Sam Bennet said as the two of you walked up to the doorman holding his hand out for the invitations. 

The way Parker’s mouth curled around the affectionate name felt foreign at first, but the way the doorman looked at the two of you — as if you really were a happy couple — made it feel right. 

And that was it, that was all it took for a softness to flow over you and let yourself become Rose Bennet. For tonight.

@hollandweather @dil3mma @reidslovely

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Getting to know your mutuals

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(questions under the cut)

What's the origin of your blog's title?

It's a quote by the Spider from the Scavenger's Fate loretab in Destiny 2.

Favorite Fandoms: I'm listing these by what I personally enjoy engaging with, rather than what the fandom space in general is like. With that said, Destiny, Pokemon, My Hero Academia, Mass Effect, and The Elder Scrolls are probably my top 5.

OTP(s) + shipname: I really only have one technically, which is Thel 'Vadam and Rtas 'Vadum from the Halo series. I believe in them so passionately...even if I no longer am the ThelRtas blogging giant I used to be years ago on here lmao.

special mention to all my indulgent oc/canon ships too naturally.

Favorite color: I really like blues!

Favorite game: Of all time? Pokemon Crystal probably. First Pokemon game to have the option to play as a girl, the Western release date was on my birthday, and Johto/gen 2 is my favorite....it was written in the stars ngl.

Song stuck in your head: For once, there isn't a song looping through my mind at the moment.

Weirdest habit/trait? Only thing I can really think of is that I tend to idly pick at the skin of my fingertips semi-often. Hard habit to break so far.

Hobbies: Video games and making gifs. Seems sad that I can't really think of anything else at the moment. They're just always my main go-to for an enjoyable time killer.

If you work, what's your profession? Unemployed atm.

If you could have any job you wish what would it be? I always wanted to be a marine biologist or some aquatic science/biology job since high school, but that's no longer an option.

Something you're good at: Nothing comes to mind.

Something you're bad at: Writing.

Something you excel at: Nothing comes to mind.

Something you love: Beefy fictional characters keep me going ngl.

Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff: Good question, not in a self-deprecating way, but in a "I genuinely don't think I have anything I'd be able to talk for hours about" lmao.

Something you hate: Moths, tbh. I very much respect them and don't go out of my way to kill them or anything, but god do I simply not like them fluttering about near me.

Something you collect: Nothing now, but I used to collect General Grievous figures and Godzilla figures too so I have a modest sized collection of both.

Something you forget: To take my medication. Literally still forget about it even with a daily phone reminder plastered on the lock screen.

What's your love language? Not sure.

Favorite movie/show: Movie I'd say 2004 Van Helsing, and for TV show I'd say Monk.

Favorite food: Steak.

Favorite animal: Crocodilians. Sharks, dogs, sloths, and elephants are also up there.

Are you musical? Not anymore, used to play the flute for 6 years in grade school though. I miss it. :C

What were you like as a child? Unhappy, repressing trauma and near constant traumatic experiences, extremely withdrawn and shy, really low self-esteem, undiagnosed anxiety/depression, etc....but now I do what I can to take care of that little kid still inside me to this day, rip.

Favorite subject at school? Math, believe it or not! It just always made sense to me and that was comforting. I always liked my science classes as well, but math for sure was always my favorite.

Least favorite subject? I loathed English and History classes because I thought they were so boring, honestly. There's definitely a "no wonder you suck at writing and can't even discuss media in a meaningful way" jab opportunity there, but that's honestly just what my preferences were back then.

What's your best character trait? Not sure.

What's your worst character trait? Also not sure.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? To not have all my close friendships be eroded away to nothing so now I feel like I don't have that support system like I thought I did? That's what's been killing my mental health lately anyway lmao.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? A dinosaur.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics I'll rec @intrepiddreamx 's Destiny 2 fic Diplomatic Ties any day, any time. 😌 (please mind the rating if necessary)

[vaspider]

Vet Update!

Mila is looking much better this week, the vet says. Her lymph nodes are barely able to be found, her eye (which was kind of looking weird bc her lymph node was pressing on the optic nerve) looks much much better, and she's putting weight back on. We had noticed all of that but it's really good to have Official Confirmation.

She's been eating us out of house and home and got a Little Spoiled for a bit, bc when she was really sick, we were giving her Whatever She Wanted As Long As She'll Eat. So now we've had a bit of tug of war over "if you're really hungry, eat the fancy dog food that Emet bought, Mila. No, you don't need lunch meat or granola. Yes, we know you know where both of those things are. Your food is right there in the bowl."

It's nice that she's well enough that we can HAVE that argument.

When she gets into that loop, Emet just takes the kibble and feeds it to her by hand. Then it becomes Treats and not Food, and there's less of an eternal tug of war.

This - of course - has all only been possible because of your support, and I cannot thank you all enough. I'm overwhelmed by all of your generosity. 💗

As of right now, we have about 2/3 of what we need to cover her October visit. It is set aside in a separate account where it can't get gobbled up by NerdyKeppie payroll or any other thing. We've got a month to get the remaining money together, and hopefully what we have gets used for that, and not final expenses, which what we have right now will just about cover. We really won't know how she does on the less aggressive protocol until about 2 weeks from now - this is so week-to-week that I feel a little like we're being strung along by reality. (I'd rather uncertainty than bad certainty, for sure.)

Again, thank you so much. Seeing her get better, at least for a bit, so we can play with her and take more video and pictures, has been an incredible gift.

I know this won't last, can't last, but for now, we have our girl back - smiling at everyone, rolling around on the floor, playing, dancing for her food - and that's just so, so good.

Thank you.

[easterbonnet]

Loving The Loveless Boy

You over hear a certain conversation about a certain bit of rare magic, leading to an unforeseen escapade... Tom Riddle Fic + slytherin!fem!Reader 1.5k words CW: crying, arguing/fighting, brief mentions of death, brief eating/ food, orphanage

Highly recommend listening to Sacrifice by ENHYPEN while reading... TRUST ME

Part 1: Part 2 Part 3

The once beckoning flames swirling in the withering fireplace which now lay covered in a deep and antique blanket of soot and coal, have become dainty with your long, aimless gaze. Large roaring flames, making your cheeks rosy, your hands clammy and your eyes glossy, eyes that now reflect nothing more than a eerie, green glow from behind the iron cladded windows in the dungeon. Having been a slytherin, the only common room you've ever seen is this very one you sit cross-legged in, upon a worn and tatty, yet grand and impressive rug, the only thing besides the fire to create a sense of comfort among the cooling, grey stone that covered the walls and floor. And yet, you can't help but convince yourself that any of the other three common rooms would be... perhaps more welcoming, cosy... inviting? Even as a slytherin yourself, you always knew the stereotypes were not always just people seeing the worst in the serpent house, but that sometimes they'd get it exactly right. "Oh, Hello y/n. Something keeping you up?" His almost sincere, almost deadly-sweet voice knocked you out of thought. If you'd not known any better you would have believed his words to be dripping in honey, definitely not laced with poison. You reluctantly turn to face his direction, still sprawled across the floor as your reply. "I was just heading to bed.", you say sweetly, with a subtle smile that you managed to fake. He stood there wearing dark green and black pyjamas, his short, noir black hair cascading over his forehead, not hiding his icy blue eyes that crept underneath. "Ah of course, It was just that I heard a noise from my dormitory, and I wondered what on earth was going on, and well, you see, I thought I'd best to check, you know...", The boy rambled on enthusiastically yet still completely regal and clear, "And well, as everythings fine, I too shall head back to my bed.", he gave a convincing smile and nod. By the time he'd finished his speech you found yourself, without intention, etching further and further to the staircase, not failing to give the odd nod here and there.

"Yeah, yeahh okay well, Goodnight." You, what felt like, ran up the stone steps in aim for your dormitory, just wanting to get into your wooden bed and patchwork blankets. The boy just watched with a smile, gracefully and very slowly wondered over to the other set of stairs that led to the boy's dorms. Once you'd quietly shut the door of your dorm, making extra care not to wake anyone sleeping in their beds next to yours, you delicately tip-toed over to your bed, changed out of your green and black robes, and into your navy, stripe flannel pyjamas, still breathing deeply and quickly. To anyone else this would seem like a perfectly normal interaction between peers, simple, friendly, harmless. But you knew, you knew that his smile didn't meet his eyes, that his words were not genuine, nor rather, were his intentions. You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the occurance of just a few moments ago repetitively in your mind. Part of you wanted to go back into the common room, to check if he had really gone to bed as he said he would, it was a very small part of you, but a part of you nonetheless, a part of you that wanted to catch the foul, loathsome boy tangled in his own ribbon of lies. You sighed, dozily keeping watch of the large cobwebs hung like decorations on the ceiling, you lay there drifting off to sleep for what felt like so long, that you could of sworn you saw a spider tenderly spinning a fourth one, then a fifth...

----------FLASHBACK---------- (Around a week prior)

Potions wasn't particularly your favourite subject, but you felt compelled just like any other to apply yourself, if not for anything but atleast your exams. "Good work today everyone, but remember to revise for our next lesson together, as I have a very... unique prize for the best brewed potion.", Professor Slughorn bellowed cheerfully, rocking back and forth on his feet, fists each side of his waist, looking rather triumphant. "But Sir, how are we supposed to revise if we don't know which potion we're going to make?", an annoyed but rosy faced ravenclaw girl whined. "Ah-ha, that's the point Miss Berrycloth, but I assure you, the extra revision will be worth your while!", he replied. Stood at his desk, watching the student pack their things away, talking amongst themselves. "Oh, and don't forget to collect one of the Potion making books from the pile, for our new syllabus." He continued, now busying himself with stacking cauldrons, using his wand, of course. You shoved your things into your bag carelessly, as the other students quickly grabbed a book each, on their way out. In a fluster you took the last potion book in the pile, and pushed it into your bag, hurrying along and following the stream of students out the doorway, desperate not to be late for Transfiguration.

... It was only a few classes, and multiple spoonfuls of pudding later, that you'd realised right there, eating dinner sat at the long, wooden tables littered in cakes, treats and desserts in the great hall, that you'd picked up the wrong book after conferring with others in your class. You huffed loudly, before deciding you'd atleast allow yourself time to finish your dessert before trapsing off in the vast stone walls of the castle once again, despite it's sickly sugary taste now dulling at this minor inconvenience. By this time, the faded skies had turned a few shades darker, and the torches hung periodically on the walls, a few shades lighter. You said a quick goodbye to your friends and grabbed your bag, holding the book in your right hand, firmly. Making a swift walk out of the hall, the tap of your footsteps increased as the hum and chatter of friendship is left behind you. You meander through the halls, down the steps, through the archways, back up another set of stairs, turn left, then right, down the stairs again, whilst doing so you realise just how unpopulated the halls are, how peaceful it is, how silent, with everyone eating in the hall, besides you that is... oh and Professor Slughorn who wasn't seated at the head of the hall with the rest of the teachers like he usually was. You just presumed he was distracted on marking, or perhaps it had something to do with the prize he had planned for the next lesson. Your busied thoughts subsided once again as you heard voices seeping out of the very classroom you planned to enter. Unwilling to be an interruption, you planted your feet on the chilling floor, resting your back against the ragged wall just across from the classroom, tucked away behind the corner, close enough to make out the voices vaguely.

It was never your intention to listen in, and now sometimes you wish you hadn't, sometimes you wish you could plead with your past self, to walk away, come back another time. But you didn't... you stayed... you heard. Everything. A soft, quiet, innocent voice proceeded, "Its called, as I understand it, a horcrux.". At first you didn't understand this was anything other than a curious student, the way he sounded so pleased with himself... but then he continued, and when Slughorn admitted, "... this is very dark stuff, very dark indeed." If not the words alone, then the sheer panic, confusion and disbelief in the voice from the person who uttered them was enough for the heart in your chest to beat louder, thundering in your ears, your breath light and shallow, as if not to muffle their voices.

You couldn't trust your hearing, there's no way... the clever, well mannered boy who sat respectfully just metres away from you in class, now curious about splitting his soul, dark magic- "In other words, you cannot die." These words confirmed it all. Panic arose and despite your desperation to leave, to run away, you HAD to know what he was planning. From these last few minutes alone, you'd learnt what even years at hogwarts couldn't teach you, the most terrifying part of all being that it's coming from a normal, civil seeming boy. Your mind was racing. Murder. Horcrux. Dark magic. Conceal your soul. 7 No matter how hypothetical he claimed it to be... you couldn't let yourself be one of those 7, this wasn't about overhearing silly gossip, this was life and death. "Our little secret"

By this point, you'd forgotten that behind those walls was a student and a teacher, or perhaps, you'd forgotten who was who, as it seems Tom Riddle had Professor Slughorn at his mercy. It was no more than two minutes since you'd arrived, but your feet felt as though they'd taken root. Without a chance to realise, the manipulative boy strode out of the classroom, looking happy, sly... cunning. You made direct eye contact, for him out of choice, but for you it was sheer shock. He seemed troubled for a split second but that was soon replaced with the sweet facade he'd perfected so well. "Oh, Hello." The words curled off his devilish tongue as he continued walking by. There was no doubt that he knew you'd heard everything. But the fact that he didn't seem bothered by it troubled you even more.

[all444miles]

songs that remind me of atsv characters! (series)

summary: just me saying what artists atsv characters would listen to, songs by said artists that js scream "(character)", albums, and lyrics that just make it make sense, yk?

warnings: pretty small spoilers, i suggest you watch the movie before reading this, of course!

a/n: i'm not proofreading this, so there might be some spelling mistakes. sorry if you see any, but enjoy! i also don't expect this to blow up, but reblogs r appreciated! (i will make a pt.2 if this gets enough attention, btw)

miles morales (1610)

miles to me seems like a future, frank ocean, kendrick lamar, steve lacy, PARTYNEXTDOOR, brent faiyaz/sonder and a lil sza, cuz lets be fr, its sza, kinda guy. he's the kinda guy to love music for the meaning, as long as its got a good beat to it. now, song wise?

solo by future, for sure. you can just listen to it and be like "yeah, thats miles." especially the lyrics, "i been solo now, i've been goin solo now". reminds me when he says "nah, ima do my own thing" in the movie.

her way by partynextdoor. this song feels like a song he'd play while he's drawing (coughs, drawing gwen for the 70th time) the lyrics, "She wasn't on a roll, now she roll with a winner" reminds me of gwen n miles cuz at first, when they met, it was kind of just the two of em, but now she's out with the spider society (well, she was) with hobie and patvir, "rollin with winners."

miles + brent faiyaz = perfection. needed portrays miles when he finds out about his friends' betrayal perfectly. "you and your friends, rammed my name to the ground." makes you think about the scene where he realises they knew what would happen to his father all along.

infrunami by steve lacy. ive seen this on tiktok too many dayum times not to include it lmaoo gwen and miles. every word of that song screams gwen and miles, but esp "can you come back to me? cuz I was blind to see that you were right infront of me." just remember that scene where miles was upside down infront of gwen and moved closer to kiss her but didnt cuz he was invisible? yeah, those exact lyrics match that exact moment and we ALL know it!

Let 'em know by bryson tiller. Ian even gonna go into the details but we all know why. "mf im him" (miles is him and always will be fr)

long time - intro by playboi carti. i also will try not to go tm into details but "i aint felt like this in a long time, i aint had shit in a long time" cuz miles hasn't had that "its me, myself and i (corny ik)" kind of vibe in a while. and "i'd rather die before i come in last" but think of it in a sense than he'd rather die than stand back and let his dad pass.

this is how it feels by d4vd and laufey. no explanation needed (ive js been talking tm), gwen and miles and their relationship

open arms by sza! i also think this song really reminds me of gwen and miles but miles' character overall, yk? gwen and miles primarily because "i gotta let you go i must, you're the only one that's holding me down." that "goodbye gwen", the look on his face while he says it and those lyrics make alot of sense together.

and yk what? loveeeeee song by rihanna, cuz why not.

i'm not gonna go too much into details with this so album wise:

sonder son by brent faiyaz

sos (slightly) by sza

starboy and after hours by the weeknd

DAMN. by kendrick lamar

petals to thorns by d4vd

call me if you get lost by tyler, the creator

her loss (coughs, spin bout U) by drake

a/n 2: and, thats all! i hope y'all enjoyed these hcs and found them accurate, as i said ill make a pt2 if this gets enough recognition! see ya'll soon <3

©all444miles 2023

- likes, comments, asks, n reblogs are rlly appreciated ! <3

[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 8

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As quickly as the moment began it ended with the ringing of Peter's phone.

He silently cursed the thing because he'd rather have you checking on him to see if he was ok then answer it, even though he was supposed to be checking up on you.

"Parker! What are you doing just sitting around?! Well stay there you're fired!" His boss J. Jonah Jameson berated his ears as soon as he picked up.

Yep. Great talking to you too. J.J.. Peter thought before he saw the look on your face.

"What?" Peter asked, confused but the sad look on your face.

"Did you just get fired because you came to check up on me instead of chasing after Spider-Man?" You questioned him. 

"Oh. Don't worry about it. He fires me at least 5 times a day." Peter joked trying to lighten the mood. "Trust me something will happen and he'll come back offering my job back or acting like he never fired me."

"Parker, that's very toxic. Do you at least make him give you raises for all the grief he's put you through?" You pointedly asked him

"Umm…yeah trying to get J. Jonah Jameson to give out a raise is harder than proving if there's multiple universes." Peter explained before his phone rang again.

"Yes, sir. '' Peter answered and knew he was going to go heh walked all over because he was too nice of a guy.

So you snatched the phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" Peter protested but you ignored him as you took a quick step away from him.

"J.J., y/n here. Listen if you want the best picture of Spider-Man that you've been getting you better give Parker a raise." You warned the man on the other end.

"Y/n? Never heard of you. Alright kid, you have yourself a deal. I'll raise his rate $1 a photo. But just this once." He agreed and hung up.

You smiled and handed Peter back his phone.

"Well Parker, I don't know what your rate was but you're now a $1 a photo richer." You proudly told him. 

And you could feel that warmth inside you again as he gave you a lopsided smile.

"You're incredible." He beamed at you.

"Now you just have to hold up your end of the agreement." You warned him.

"What end? What agreement?" He quickly asked, confused.

"You have to prove there's a multiverse." You teased him. "But until then you'd better go before you get fired again."

Peter almost forgot about the request for more Spider-Man pictures. He'd much rather stay in your small apartment underneath his own. Surrounded by your warmth and teasing manner. Something that was growing on Peter and he could just imagine the conversations the two of you could have if you knew about his Spider-Man alter ego.

No. Peter promised never again. And he meant that. He had to stop thinking like that. Thinking like that is how…

It doesn't matter now. He wasn't going to make that same mistake again. And that's all this was. A mistake.

"Yeah I'd better go." Peter agreed, turning to leave, "glad you're doing ok."

If there were candles lit you would swear this would be the part where they all suddenly blow out. 

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned so cold and you had no idea why. Maybe you went too far? Was it with talking to his boss? Or maybe he didn't like all the teasing? You could see both of those things being problems but Peter really needed to stick up for himself. Didn't he know his work was worth more than what they were probably paying him? And you knew he was probably joking with the five times a day figure for being fired but something told you the number was close to that. And that thought just didn't sit well with you. Peter deserved more in your eyes and that was just in the short time you got to know him but he was too nice a guy, if that was even a thing. 

At that thought you said your final goodbyes with Peter before shutting the door behind him. Once you had him out of your sights you rushed back over to your laptop. Peter's visit may have actually been of help to you after all.

Peter sighed against y/n's door. Relief hit him when he heard her typing away. He felt the atmosphere get colder the moment he turned away from her too but he had to do it. He was pulling them too close to him. And close to him was where it was dangerous. And he wanted you safe.

After last night he realized part of that but it didn't fully hit him until she didn't turn up for class the next morning. He spent the whole session thinking about why they weren't and each thought was worse than the last.

He made it a point to volunteer to give them their homework and check-in on her. 

He needed to make sure her mental and physical health was ok.

As Peter took the stairs up to his apartment he cursed himself for letting those bruises happen. 

He should have gotten to y/n quicker. 

He vowed to next time if there was a next time 

In the meantime, he vowed to keep her at a safe distance so it wouldn't happen again.

"Ha! Finished!" You triumphantly cheered as you finally finished your paper on Peter. 

You did a quick read through of it to make sure everything looked good before emailing it to your professor. 

"Well, now that that's done I've got the rest of the day to do whatever." You said to yourself.

Taking a look at the clock you realized it was time to eat again.

Has Peter really been here that long? Or did it just take you that long to write that paper?

Time with him seemed to go slower the more you spent with him. And what was with that warm feel you started to get? Were you actually getting sick? Did that robber give you some kind of virus or something?

That's all you needed, a cold. 

You decided you'd better treat yourself to a night out on the town and that you'd grab cold medicine while you were out.

Part 9

[fitzrove]

(if you're still doing these!) 3, 8, 34 for the ask meme?

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Oaghh this is actually a tricky question!! But maybe I do know how to answer...

The Cat Returns (Studio Ghibli / Hiroyuki Morita)

It's my #1 comfort movie haha. I used to watch it with my sister when we were little, more so than any other Ghibli film (I did grow up with them and liked a lot of them - but I have to admit: I've never understood the appeal of Totoro specifically, I still think it's overrated hfhfjfj). Apparently it's widely considered to be a less good movie than the others, partly because Miyazaki wasn't that involved in it, but I think it's amazing. Also, I saw Whisper of the Heart (the one it's a spin off of) as an adult and didn't like it at all ajdjfkfk. The music, the worldbuilding/aesthetic, the (sometimes very eccentric) Finnish dub and the inherent whimsicalness of the story are very nostalgic and fun for me, and I've always loved cats, so :D

2. LOTR trilogy

It's cheating haha but putting all three under one heading. I've gone to a cinematic back-to-back marathon event of the extended edition... It took 12 hours and was one of the best moviegoing experiences of my life xD I feel like once you've done that, you're at a point where you can definitely say you're not going to get bored of it. I mean, I've been known to dip to get more snacks during some sequences (particular non-favourite is Shelob - not for any lack of fondness for spiders btw, I just find it a bit tedious as an action scene and it's at a point in the story where I'd rather be Moving On), but overall I really love these films - the story, the world, the characters, the music, the sheer amount of effort and care that went into making them and how it really shows >:]

3. POTO 2004

<333 Favourite musical film hahahahahah. I know this is controversial, but for me personally it's in some aspects even more fulfilling than seeing the show in the theatre. My favourite part/character of the show and book is and has always been the opera house!!!! I looooove theatres and theatre backstage stuff, especially big fancy old opera houses, and the movie is very immersively costumed and staged (set?). I don't watch it often (in full anyway - I rewatch the Carlotta scenes semi-often though), but I feel like if I was strapped to a chair and made to, I would just be vibing.

8. any reoccurring dreams?

I've only had one (1) actually repeated dream in my life, where it played out the same beat-for-beat as if watching the same VHS tape again, first when I was about 5 and again when I was maybe 7 years old - a weird Disney pastiche of Aladdin and The Little Mermaid haha. Repeating themes are more common. My least favourite of those was when my mental health was at its absolute lowest in my life during high school, and for around too months I kept dying in different kinds of highly specific ww2-related circumstances 😭😭 (I don't know if I started reading survivor stories too young - around the age of 10 or so...) ANYWAY yeah haha, not many specific reoccurring dreams. I wish I could repeat the one or two times in my life when I've dreamed about flying, it was a lot of fun >:]

34. any pet peeves?

Too many - I feel like half my tumblr posts are about these xD

One big one rn is that many German theatres don't let you book your tickets in just one step. They make you put in all your info and pick a seat and everything, and only then (after a 5-10 minute delay) do they send an email asking to transfer the money to secure your booking. Well, I was meant to go somewhere tomorrow, but turns out I never remembered to send the money in time and have lost my seat :----) It's okay haha it's going to thunder and rain tomorrow anyway, I'll just stay in my hometown and go see something here later lol...

[aimmyarrowshigh]

What are your top 5 Marvel movies and why?

Ughhh, this is so hard! THERE ARE SO MANY EFFING MARVEL THINGS. And there are so many that I love pretty equally but for different reasons/in different moods?

But okay. If I take the TV shows out of the equation entirely -- because my #1 Favorite Marvel Thing is WandaVision, 100% -- then I thinkkkkk arghshjsfhgsfhgjhsjfhj okay.

5. Spider-Man: No Way Home *OR* Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings 4. The Marvels 3. Spider-Man: Far From Home 2. Captain America: Winter Soldier *OR* Black Widow 1. Ant-Man and the Wasp

I know, controversh list. A lot of Phase 4. A lot of post-Endgame. But I really like the movies that are character-driven, and I feel like these are the movies that all have pretty significant scenes outside of the main plot. Like there are scenes in all of these movies that are just... the heroes hanging out and being people, or delving into their past, or reconnecting with their families. ESPECIALLY reconnecting with their families/loved ones.

AMATW is literally about getting Janet back and reuniting Scott with the Pym/Van Dynes, CATWS is about getting Bucky back, Black Widow is about Natasha realizing that she "had two [families]" all along, The Marvels is about Monica and Carol reuniting, Shang-Chi is about the Xu family legacy, NWH just fucking breaks my heart with Peter and May. FFH is kind of an outlier on the family front, but it's very much an Irondad story, and Peter is the only thing that makes Tony interesting to me.

They're all movies that ask the hero to pick who they're going to live for, rather than who they're willing to die for, and they all get really... non-romantic answers (except Stucky, obviously, which is the most romantic ship that has ever existed in the history of Earth). They're also all movies that grapple with the idea of Legacy, which is such a big part of superhero stuff but rarely gets more than lip service.

I also feel like it probably says something about me that Ava, Bucky, and Antonia are all "the villains" of my Top 3 and those sweet babies are NOT VILLAINS AND HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG, EVER. SAVE THEM. GIVE THEM SOUP. AND BLANKETS. AND AUTONOMY.

And the only villain in my list who I'd say is like, Unilaterally A Bad Guy is Mysterio.

Peter successfully rehabilitates his villains in NWH, because that's who Peter is.

WenWu is just... so fucking sad and heartbroken and tragic, and like... Is WenWu's Plotline Not Just WandaVision But With Ten Rings Instead Of The Hex?

And yeah, Dar-Benn does very much attempt some genocide, but she is also trying to survive a planetary extinction and genocide, and I understand where she's coming from in her desperation, and I don't think that she's Evil. My feelings on the Kree/Skrull dichotomy in the MCU are complex and needlessly political in a way that I shan't get into because the MCU itself never will, either, so why bother.

Like, of the villains in my favorite MCU films, Ava is desperate and brainwashed, Bucky is brainwashed and desperate, Antonia is brainwashed and desperate, Dar-Benn is desperate, WenWu is desperate and brainwashed, The Sinister Six are all desperate (and some brainwashed)... the only True Baddie here is, again, Mysterio.

And like, we knew... all too well... nyuk nyuk... that Jake Gyllenhaal was bad.

IDK. These are my favorite MCU films because they have my favorite character dynamics/interactions in the MCU front and center. I love Scott and Cassie, Scott and Hope, Scott and Luis. I love Steve and Bucky, Steve and Sam, Steve and Natasha. I love Natasha and Yelena, Natasha and Alexei, Yelena and Alexei, Natasha and Milena. I love Peter and MJ, Peter and Ned (and Ned and Betty, LMAO), Peter and Tony('s legacy). I love Kamala and Carol, Carol and Monica, Monica and Kamala, and the Khan family. I love Shang-Chi and Xialing, Katy and Shang-Chi. I love Wong. I love Aunt May. I love the three Peters. I love Ned's Lola. I love Otto Octavius. I love the dynamics that boil down to "the hero loves this person enough to become a better person for them."

"The hero loves this person enough to become a hero."

They're also all kind of found family movies? Or friend-group movies, at least? IDK. I just like them.

[boopshoops]

Ya know what SIKE i'm just gonna answer all of these bc I wanna write smth

Yuu Shi

1. I- I have so many. There is a whole playlist dedicated to her, but if I had to pick ONE in specific, it'd be Thank God I'm Not You.... and Aishite Aishite Aishite as a close second with the bonus that her voice claim sang a cover of it- and Siren as a third. Im indecisive.

2. Cater Diamond! They share a similar sense of humor, and they go back and forth pretty easily, somewhat similar to her and Ace. However, Yuu Shi actually enjoys interacting on social media, texting, and spamming with horrid jokes or memes. They share similar family issues as well.

3. Vil Schoenheit. She disagrees with him regarding a large majority of his principles he stands so firmly by, but she also relates to him greatly. She looks up to him and wants to rival him simultaneously. Whether she is successful in that regard enters spoiler territory.

4. Bugs, spiders, and snakes. Shit gets wild with Jamil.

5. Music is her best class :D She used to attend a performing art school, so she is very familiar with all the assignments and is usually called on as an example.

6. Art. She can't draw for shit. The long process of improving at it also makes her want to crawl into a hole. Not good at something immediately? Abandon it! Thats her unhealthy motto.

7. Pop Music Club. I feel this is rather self explanatory(#5). Plus she really needed an electric guitar to borrow since she lost her own. Music in general helps keep her sane at NRC.

8. Leona Kingscholar. She wants to kick his ass so bad. She DESPISES him. Mostly out of fear, but she would never admit it. The first interaction with him in the botanical gardens really scares her.

9. Of the canon staff members it would be Mozus Trein actually. She finds history to be a rather easy subject, and she really likes his cat. There's really not any other reasons. She isn't a big fan of authority figures (if she isn't one of them).

10. Octavinelle! Pomefiore is a close second, with beauty being of high importance to her, but she doesn't go to the same lengths to maintain it.

11. Hooo she would never admit it, but most likely Riddle. She just wants him to break out of whatever chains his mother shackled him in. Maybe it is because she is projecting, or maybe it is because she actually has a soft spot. Maybe both.

12. Bean day >:) No magic? Sign her the fuck up. Any more details and I'd go into spoiler territory.

13. Again, Leona Kingscholar. She would get her shit wrecked in a fair fight.

14. She places pretty high in her class once she gets the hang of how the world functions. She has similar grades to Azul or Jade.

15. She holds a lot of secrets away from the other characters. The most obvious one is her real name.

16. Shameless TCOAV chapter one plug LMAO

17. She finds them bothersome. She dislikes how jumpy they make her feel, and even when they are kind she is apprehensive around them. Yuu prefers to avoid them.

18. The magic, for sure. Not only just the magic itself, but how it affects the environment around her. It was a serious culture shock at first.

19. No.

20. Hm. :)c a tie between book two and three. Wink wonk.

[epic-arc]

Spider Knight Shorts 1

Blake was walking at night but had two guys following her and verbally harassing her which would make her extremely uncomfortable.

Random Guys 1: Hey. C'mon why you gotta walk away, Huh, kitty?

Random Guys 2: you're so beautiful. We just wanna talk!

Spider Knight was sitting on a ladder holding a bag that had Chinese food and some fortune cookies in it but there were only 3 in the bag.

Spider Knight: 3 fortune cookie?! Aagh… I'll just tell pyrrha that i ate mine, i guess... Really wanted to know my lucky numbers...

Blake would pass by but notice Spider Knight holding the bag and stop and look at him curiously but still paying attention to the footsteps of the guys who are following her.

Blake: Hey are you the real spider-knight or just some guy in a costume?

Spider Knight: Hehe real.

Blake: Well,Uh, this is maybe kind of silly but it's late and i live across town and there's these guys following me?

Spider Knight: There's guys following you?!

Blake: Yeah, around the corner. Look, I was just wondering if you'd walk me home?

Spider knight heard what she had said and would look to the left and see the two guys backing up a bit then he would look back at blake.

Spider Knight: You want me to do something about those guys though?

Blake: i'd really rather just get home

Spider Knight: Okay, yes, sure, I can do that!

Spider knight fastening the bag in his belt, he got up and walked with Blake to the port where there would be a ship that would take Blake to beacon.

Spider Knight: So, Uh… you ever seen cowboy bepop?

Blake: What's that, Like a band?

Blake and spider knight were sitting on the subway and blake would look at spider knight slightly confused but fascinated as he explains to her an entire episode of cowboy bepop. The two would arrive at the port and Blake would enter the ship but before he stopped at the entrance of the ship and would look at Spider Knight and wave to him.

Blake: Thanks,spidey it's um… it's been real.

Spider Knight: Hey that's what i'm here for!

Blake would enter the ship and the ship would leave going to the beacon while spider knight saw this he would take his scroll and headphones putting them on and select the cowboy bepop opening while swinging around the city.

''i think it's time we blow this scene

get everybody and the stuff together

Ok 1, 2 , 3

Let's jam!''

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(The base)

[uniquezombiedestiny]

chapter 4 mirror dungeon major spoilers!!!

liveblogging one of the final stages of the 3rd floor. kind of. im just editing this post endlessly

pre-battle story:

DONGRANGS GONNA FUCKING DISTORT I CAN SEE IT FROM A MILE AWAY.

the lines about how hes changed and empty husks just set off so many warning signs with how negative he was being. AND NOW THE NAME AND SCENERY CHANGE?

"DONGRANG, WHO DENIES ALL" NOOOO!!! NO!!!!! DONGRANG!!!!!!!! DONGRAAAAAANG!! AAAGH <- excited but also. we're in for a fucking beating, mental and physical

"who is... mr. dongrang talking to?" AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW IT

DON KNOWS?!

"might not be a terminus, but rather step in the process." will this be like xiao - partial distortion, then gaining ego..? im not super confident in the possibility since dongrangs actually done shitty stuff and knows it, he's seen how he's lost compassion.

"i guess it wasnt just my work that burned in the concept incinerator that day. my mind's garden i'd been tending to also burned with it." the personality and kindess he had developed burned away that day. dongbaek also told him that if his technology wasn't changing the world, it wasn't worth putting effort into.

god im so. augh. im anticipating this so so much

it just. ended after faust's dialogue??? theres. a fucking 7 sinner battle up ahead what. huh. GUYS THE STORY YOU FORGOT THE STORY...

battle:

OHHHHHH he distorted offscreen. okay so. im in danger! but this design goes hard as fuck, as well as the music

design stuff: he's 100% the grown-up calf he nurtured. he mentioned it as well, saying it wouldn't recognize him. maybe that's why the face is covered? i also like the vines and such, and how. sad that calf half looks. it really does look old and abandoned.

idk much yet about the rest of the design, but i like the use of yellow, bc a) calf's fur, b) the symbolism of it (reminds me of happiness and childishness). though i wonder if he's 100% calf/cow, or a centaur instead? his hands have become viney and there's leaves around where totally covered head is, but he has ears as well (or horns?). also i just fucking noticed his shirt looks like dongbaeks in her spicebush ego......

phase 2:

HE FUCKING OpENED???? OKAY THEN (ignore the fucking. p my key is broken)

time to look at the design then :3

so the inside of the head is hollow and rimmed with teeth. maybe the horns are teeth too? there's some eyes and flesh inside, kinda reminds me of nothing there..... the bell inside is. ringing some bells in my memory. but i cant recall what </3 also his body just looks like. Muscle. and the open eye..... ough this design is just so. monstrous and interesting. and the trees having the trophies as fruits of vanity!!!!! thats so fucking cool

phase 3:

he shrivelled up..... ough

not sure what the resentful trees are. maybe the trophies got wrapped up in something? it looks kinda like spider silk?

dongrang is just. slowly being destroyed now. theres no remnants of humanity, he isnt even humanoid now.

used branch of knowledge on a resentful tree lmao

aaaand shi ishmael took him down. ggs!

post-battle story:

the game froze

[spiderflora]

🌺ROLEPLAY PINNED TWEET🌺

(Oh god that's the first time I actually try to make something tidy and "aesthetic", send fucking help!!!! Totally inspired by @novaragno pinned post she taught me everything but I am a terrible student.)

💐Ahem!💐

Since I haven't been active on my tumblr acc for a fucking while, well, here is a roleplay attempt. Here goes a spider-sona, yep! (ran by Sassaetcie, 22, she/her)

CARRD

RULES BELOW

📔1. Everyone can RP with me I guess?

That's my first time so this mayyyyy change. If I ever sound weird or if I do something that is not supposed to be done on tumblr RP please tell me! I'm new in here so I may not know some rules!

📔2. Asks and threads.

I will answer asks as much as possible! We can continue an ask in DM if you want, that's fine by me! I usually don't share my Discord but I may make an exception if we become friends or if we RP a lot :) We can also make a plotted thread (I love that, even if well, I've only done RP in private so far!)

📔3. Language/Grammar.

English is my second language. Please tell me if I make a mistake, I'd be glad to learn considering it's supposed to be part of my work. We can speak in French if you speak French as well :)

📔4. Art/Credit.

Well, I guess I mostly going to draw my own stuff but considering my attention is all over the place, that may change. Icon made by @novaragno and face claim: Tomoe Mami :)

📔5. OCs.

I'll be playing with my OC, so why not play together? I'm perfectly fine with ocs!

📔6. Shipping and NSFW.

I'm fine with shipping as long as you respect what's written on my Carrd! Suggestive is fine but I'd rather avoid NSFW because: -It can make me uncomfortable -I don't know if I have any underage people in my followers so: Just in case.

📔7. Blacklist/TRIGGERS.

I don't really have any triggers (except maggots and pregnancy) but I'll follow your lead!

📔8. no AI. That's it. Couldn't be clearer than that.

[heisen-shrine]

Hello everyone and welcome to the new and improved Heisen-Shrine!

You guys know the drill! Here I post all kinds of awesome self shipping things, and now I have six f/os and plenty of love to go around.

I can't believe I now have as many f/os as Henry the 8th had wives, but at least I haven't killed any of my guys...yet lol. I'm mostly a villain shipper, but I've dipped my toes into anti-hero territory over the years. Most of my F/Os are villains, and that's okay. They hate everyone else but they love me ^^

Meet my guys!

Karl Heisenberg- the main man! I married this man Halloween of 2022 and we're still going strong. We also have an adopted son, Nanaue from the Suicide Squad. Karl is probably the most prominently featured f/o on here, and I love him to bits. He's encouraging, sweet, makes cool stuff, and is really big about my own creative endeavors. We support each other and make everything work <3

Astarion- the vampire from Baldur's Gate 3, I absolutely adore him. Normally vamps aren't my thing but this guy's got me by the throat with his sass and unabashed honesty. He's the sassy pansexual boyfriend I feel everyone needs in life ^.^

Elijah Kamski- Elijah is admittedly more of a familial f/o rather than a romantic one. But even so he's important to me and seems to be the perfect brother figure. He's helped me through a lot of my own sibling related trauma and I'm really thankful for that. If you need practical or technical advice, Elijah is my go to guy :)

Otto Octavius- from the Raimi-verse spider-man movies. I've loved this man since I was a child, and he's the oldest of my f/os on here. Partly familial, Partly romantic, my relationship with Otto can be rather complicated. Sometimes we don't even really know what we are to each other and I feel that's okay. He's a great man and I love him so much ^^

Oswald Cobblepot- from the Reeves-verse batman. He's a little out of the ordinary for me but I find we just click. He genuinely cares about me and was there when I was going through a very difficult period when I first moved to this new town. In a way he's my backbone and I appreciate it a ton :)

Rabban- from the 2021 Remake of Dune. This is my most recent F/O. He got my attention about two or three years ago but I really wasn't sure where I stood with him. To a degree we're still figuring everything out. Yes while he's brutal, he's been oddly nothing but kind to me and has been there for me in recent weeks. He's very much interested in my world, and I'm very much into his ^.^

Be sure to read my Rules please!

1. This isn't a Fandom blog per se, but I'd appreciate no Fandom drama on here.

2. Please be nice to me and my guys, we're really just trying here lol.

3. Keep the thirst to a minimum. I get it my guys are good looking, but they're more than that. Feel free to ask them or myself anything.

4. I try to be respectful of other self ships. If I'm shipping with any character that my followers aren't comfortable I fully respect your right to unfollow and block if you need to. I have no desire to make anyone feel uncomfortable or disrespected. I personally don't mind sharing but I know there's a few people who want their f/os to be exclusive to them and that is ABSOLUTELY valid! If you need to leave/block the blog it's perfectly fine and I understand.

5. I don't tolerate hate of any kind. If your only purpose is to come on to this blog and be an asshole you can move right along.

6. I don't think I personally classify myself as pro-ship, I am normally ship and let ship but I do have limits. Yes I know the difference between fiction and IRL but for me personally it all comes down to taste if that makes sense. Self shipping is a spectrum, and I'm on the end of not shipping with people who are far younger than you if you're a grown person. Two consenting adults is fine, but I don't wanna hear some nonsense about how "Oh well this young looking character is actually 1000 years old" or wtf ever. If it looks like a duck, acts like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's a duck, understand?

7. Speaking of ages, I am 30+. I honestly do not feel comfortable with people following me who are under the age of at least 20. It's nothing against anyone personally, but in my opinion if you still have teen at the end of your age, you're still a teenager to me. Granted I don't post adult content, but to be on the safe side if you're under the age of 20 please don't follow me. Thanks <3

8. Feel free to come on here and tell me about your f/os! I'm always happy to hear about anything you guys are doing together! I like to see others happy and how their relationships are going! If you need to vent, I'm always here too! I'd like to make more friends in this community.

9. Understand please that this is a side blog. If I follow anyone it'll be from my main blog, which is am RP blog. Heisen-Shrine isn't an rp blog per se, but I might post little funny/fun scenarios with my and my f/os, just general self shipping shenanigans

10. Just have fun, seriously. Life is too short to not enjoy things. Have fun, take it easy, and whether you use self shipping to cope or for some other reason, don't forget to have fun with it and enjoy just being with your f/os. They love you and they want you to be happy, and believe it or not, so do I <3 you deserve it

[shadow-puffer]

Blog post#3 — Intertextuality

In this blog post, I'd like to talk about sequels. First, we really need to figure out what it is all about. A sequel is a continuation of a story, whether in book format or in movie format. Today I would like to touch on the topic of sequels in cinematography. Unfortunately, nothing original has been released for a long time. Rather, it comes out, but very little. we can say there is a 2/10 ratio, where 2 are original films and 10 are sequels, adaptations, re-releases and everything else that somehow revolves around a well-known plot.

Anyway, most franchises now have a lot of sequels that try to continue their story and make more money. Some sequels are good, some should have been end edited earlier, but there are also those who do not know what the word stop is and continue to create new sequels to this day.

The first example I'll take is the animated series "how to train your dragon"

(Fig. 1)

The «How to Train your Dragon» franchise itself consists of three cartoons and like 2 TV series, but we won't take TV series into account for now. The story tells about a boy who tamed a dragon in a Viking village where these dragons usually are being killed, thereby creating a kind of contradiction, opposing all the foundations of his village. Throughout the first two films, Hiccup proves that dragons are not so bad and vikings can greatly benefit from them. We can also watch Hiccup grow up and how he gradually becomes the leader of his village.

However, the third part messes everything up very much. It would have been better if everything had ended on the second part. Otherwise, the great hunter of night furies who suddenly appeared out of nowhere had missed one night furry, the new light fury and many other inconsistencies that make this part difficult to perceive normally. Throughout the first two parts, Hiccup and Toothless built a friendly and trusting relationship. They were closer to each other than anyone else, and then in the third film Toothless falls in love and that's it, common sense leaves him and he doesn’t care much about Hiccup, only following his love.

Of course, that's not the point, and that's exactly what doesn't make this franchise bad, but all the inconsistencies make it very difficult to perceive this part normally. It seems as if the third part was created for speed and many things were not prescribed or simply cut out. The story feels semi-empty and unfinished in the way I would like it to be.

On the other hand, the How to Train your Dragon franchise is not so bad compared to the Russian cartoons about The Three Bogatyrs.

(Fig. 2)

Unfortunately, I don't think this cartoon has an English translation, as it is a purely Russian creation. In general, it tells about the adventures of three heroes. In each part, they have some new opponent, most often some villains from old Russian fairy tales act as opponents. If you evaluate this franchise objectively, then for the most part it is not so bad. The stories are told in a very interesting way, and anyway it's like an alternative to superheroes for Russians.

However, the main problem with this franchise is its absurdity and length. Since 2004, almost every year a new part of the "Three Bogatyrs" has been published. If the first parts still made some sense and went well together, then after a year the parts began to be released purely for the sake of raising money and views. The soul of the cartoon has been lost and the former delight of seeing the main characters is gone. Their previously interesting adventures began to seem like a boring routine that I didn't even want to watch anymore. Probably same as «How to train your dragon» they should have stopped with sequels after parts 4-5 since they still were good. However I think due to rapid success of this franchise, it’s directors doesn’t want to stop producing more movies.

Brushing all of that aside, I want to talk about good example of sequel which is "Spider-Man" from 2002-2007.

(Fig. 3)

I consider Spider-Man of that time to be the best spider-man that has ever been filmed in all these years that Spider-man was around. It seems to have been filmed 3 times with different actors, but Tobey Maguire is still the best. There are only 3 films in his part, and they are all perfectly interconnected and have a great ending.

So knowing how vast the spider-Man universe is, I think it's good that they ended up with 3 parts, otherwise the absurdity would have gone on like what was in the comics. In the comics, Spider-Man has about 20 different enemies, and in the movies we were shown 3. In general, the story in the films came out complete, from the beginning of the story and the backstory of spider-man, how he came to be a hero, as well as his departure from the post of hero, as it is very dangerous.

You can review this trilogy of films in years and still understand everything and see the complete story from beginning to end.

In conclusion, I would like to say that sequels are actually not such a serious problem of cinematography. If you know how to present them beautifully and when to stop, then in general I don't see any special problems with them. Sequels are needed to continue and complete a story if it doesn't fit into one part, not to make money and fame.

References

Cambridge Dictionary (2022). sequel. [online] @CambridgeWords. Available at: https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/sequel.[Accessed on 16.12.2024] ‌

Raskin, M. (n.d.). The Problem with Sequels. [online] stuyspec.com. Available at: https://stuyspec.com/article/the-problem-with-sequels. [Accessed on 16.12.2024]

Anon, (n.d.). Why sequels are always better than the original. [online] Available at: https://www.sarahneofield.com/why-sequels-are-always-better-than-the-original/. [Accessed on 16.12.2024]

Anon, (n.d.). The 100 Best Sequels of All Time, Ranked by Tomatometer. [online] Available at: https://editorial.rottentomatoes.com/guide/best-sequels-of-all-time/. [Accessed on 16.12.2024]

Fig. 1 How to train your dragon (2003). Created by Cressida Cowell. [Film]

Fig. 2 The Three Bogatyrs (2004-present). Created by Melnitsa Animation Studio. [Film]

Fig. 3 Spider-man (2002-2007). Directed by Sam Raimi. [Film]