#Interwebs

[erinwantstowrite]

Has Peter yapped about Ned to Dick yet + does Dick have any suspicions about Peter’s feelings towards Ned being slightly stronger than normal for best friends? Or is he just like “Boy I’m so happy my son has such a great friend :D It’s so important to have people your age you can talk to, especially as a vigilante, like how I had Wally-”

there's been a couple times he's brought Ned up which seemed like "oh normal best friend things" but after Peter freaked out thinking Ned could even be a little bit in danger in chapter 16 i like to think Dick went "huh" and then started going through every time Peter has mentioned Ned to him. the only person who has really clocked Peter possibly having a crush on Ned is Tim (the fact that this includes Peter himself as not knowing is hilarious to me), because even with the freakout, it's not solid evidence. Peter's only ever talked about one friend, and with the context that Peter missed a couple years of school and was mostly on his own, Dick figures it was a normal reaction to finding out your only friend might be hurt

later on, however, it will be very easy to see, and Dick will go "oh!"

[squilfmybeloved]

"forever haunted by the persisting horrors" x "YIPEE (happy) !!"

[hollow-dweller]

heavensghost | tim seibles | the crane wives | taylor swift | patsy cline | clementine von radics

anyone else constantly thinking about ned grieving a best friend he can't remember or

[muscular-lettuce]

missing them like a mf rn

[alienprincess04]

[littlethoughtz]

[demonsthenes13-blog]

[windmills123]

[abcd-em]

22 please!

- @folk-melody

Down Bad - Taylor Swift Interwebs

Ned Leeds can't remember his first kiss.

He is laying out by the side of Flash Thompson's pool. A half-empty solo cup at his side and the music of a raging party thumping echoing through the glass a few yards away from his head, his eyes fixed up on the black sky above, squinting at individual stars until they bleed and blur together.

In the grand scheme of things, it is insignificant. He can't remember his first kiss. So what? There is so much more going on for him to care about. He doesn't remember any of the constellations above him or the name of the stars, that didn't matter. They were still there. They still existed. He could go back inside and kiss someone now. He could wipe away the lack of memory and create something new, something better due to his age and experience.

Yet in his drunken malaise, he can't stop thinking about it.

He can't remember his first kiss.

Or rather. He can't remember who it was with.

He can remember where and when it happened. It was in his bedroom. He was in middle school. He'd just gotten a new loft bed with space for a computer and desk underneath - a gift from his parents now that his homework was increasing and their dreams for him going to a magnet school were looking more viable. Huddling up on his mattress, so close to the ceiling and shrouded by the shadows in the corner had him feeling giddy. Ned didn't have any secrets, but this bed would be the perfect place to spill them to his best friend.

Except-- He didn't meet MJ until they were in High School. And Flash had never been to his house. And all the friends he brought home for school projects or clubs only ever sat at his dining table. They never saw his room, but-- He remembers someone being there.

He remembers giggling in those shadows and he remembers whispers of uncertainty; kids in their class talking about romance and valentines day and dates. He remembers clammy hands holding his and invitations.

He remembers being someone's valentine in that bed because being friends was a type of love too, and if they were best friends then they could definitely be each other's valentines. He remembers hesitation before he had his first kiss.

Ned Leeds remembers warm, sweaty hands and flushed cheeks. He remembers wiping his lip of saliva and laughing about it. He remembers a second and third kiss happening that same day. He remembers his heart in his throat and thinking that having his best friend beside him like this must be what perfection is like. He remembers thinking that corny hallmark movies had it right when they said you 'had to marry your best friend' because he could picture a life like that.

He just can't remember who was in that bed with him. He can't remember who's lips had pressed against his. He can't remember in vivid detail his first kiss-- a simple thhing that everyone experienced, time simply fading the edges of the memory until there was barely anything left.

Yet, Ned felt he was a little hollow without that memory. He felt like something had been carved from inside of him and thrown away. He felt-- like maybe he'd had half a cup more beer than he should have.

Give me a number 1 -100 and I'll write a snippet based on my spotify wrapped playlist

[crazycatsiren]

My observation: there are two types of Instagram creeps, it appears.

Self proclaimed "health experts" who prey on disabled people to sell stuff that doesn't work, and men with no lives who fetishize disabled women apparently.

[erinwantstowrite]

random interwebs doodles (i wasn't really feeling the artistry today)

[edgaredgarr]

Please don't make fun of me for using a dial-up modem! It's all I know... :[

Transmitted via Pincone ™

Dial Up Modem

[cablecchewer]

New edit madafackas

Im back on my bullshit (credit if repost)

[robineer]

being a queer kid on the interwebs

YouTube was my first exposure to the world of the internet (and I was honestly kinda screwed up from there). I consumed media but never gave back to it- until PopJam, which was recommended to me by a close friend that I still hold dearly to today.

For context, PopJam was an app where users could create and share art/images. Think Tumblr but for kids and you could make art on it.

It basically was my first experience in being a "social media user," where I viewed content of others and made my own. I owe a lot to it for giving me the right words to really understand what the queer community was and exposing me to more diverse content in general considering I rarely saw non-white or non-east-Asian people being featured (I consumed things such as Dinosaur King, Yandere simulator, Glitter Force, and Vocaloid) or the word "gay" was an insult (any other term was basically non-existent).

Weirdly enough, it made me realize that I liked more than one gender and that I didn't really like being what I was assigned to at birth. I realized that a lot of what I was taught before just wasn't it. I felt more like a human after "rewriting" myself. The online anonymity gave me a sense of hope knowing that the people I knew in real life probably wouldn't like me for it but I could definitely find people who would accept me online.

The app has since shut down and I'm left with some friends, some art, and some memories. While I don't really miss it, I can't say that the experience hasn't left a lasting impression on me. I'm still more comfortable in labeling myself against what I was assigned to at birth. I'm still attracted to people that aren't only men.

And I'm still viewing and posting on the internet.

[alienprincess04]