#Scared-E the beanie baby

[its-a-beautful-day]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Thursday - Scared-E and Fraidy the Halloween Cats

I've been so excited to draw these two since I made the prompts for this event and even tho I'm behind I'm glad they get to be my Halloween post 🎃💖

[tyhalloweencats]

Family photo yayyyyy!!

[plushieanimals]

ty beanie buddies ❤️ cats 🐱 (silver, delilah, amber, siam, zip, flip, mattie, fraidy, scared-e, purr & chip)

[plushoftheday27]

🧡Today's second spooky plushies of the day are scared-e and fraidy by Ty Beanie Babies!🖤

I love these plushies sm 😊❤ Spooky babies

[petrichorvoices]

hi! tell me about your ocs :D

ok

[Image ID: a reference sheet for a character named Phyllis Smith. there are two drawings of her in a floating position, showing different outfits. she has pale skin and wavy orange hair in a cartoony style. in the first drawing, she's wearing a crop top sweater, zebra-print pants, and a fanny pack. in the second, she's wearing a t-shirt that reads, "Your waifu wouldn't love you if she was real.", jeans, and an over-the-shoulder Jellycat egg bag. there is text between the drawings that reads, "outfits for inspiration. you can do others though! in general, e likes casual clothing, zebra print, & runners. it dislikes necklaces & skirts". end ID]

this is Phyllis Smith!!! our beloved, our utter favourite, e's completely spoiled. it's in its third year of university, majoring in ecology & biodiversity, it's a genderqueer lesbian who uses she/her, it/its, and e/em pronouns, and it's twins with Martin Smith. we give each of our OCs a core concept, something we can always return to when developing them, and for Phyllis, her core concept is that she's afraid she's wasting her youth. she's 23 and completely terrified that she's going to grow up without noticing, that she'll wake up one day and realize that she wasn't young enough while she was young. this manifests in em being kinda super fucking reckless, skipping class to party or go barhopping, not really having a sense of foresight, etc. while she's not particularly responsible with her own life, she's always trying to get her loved ones to be more responsible. this is a point of contention with Martin, who doesn't really want her "babying" him. she can't help it; she's scared that something horrible will happen to someone she loves because she wasn't there to prevent it. she has a deep anxiety in that she's not truly capable of caring for others, an anxiety which she makes up for by completely smothering people

it enjoys birdwatching, pranks, and partying. it eats corn chips by the bag despite not particularly liking them, just because it's habit at this point. e's schizophrenic, because we moved on from projecting on Opal and project on Phyllis now. e doesn't know this though, and really has no idea what's happening. she's a Blaseball fan, loving the Houston Spies, and really enjoys Fallout 4. e has a fur allergy and never, ever brings an epipen. we love it so, so much

[Image ID: a drawing of a character named Martin Smith, traced over a meme image. he has brown skin, curly brown hair with green highlights, a green beanie, and a gray sweater, and he's sitting with his knees pulled close to his chest. he's sitting in a bathroom surrounded by hundreds of slices of bread. end ID]

for some reason this is the only art of Martin i can find that i'm happy with!!! Martin Smith goes by Morty, he's a music/music theory major {we're still working out the details of like, classes and majors and stuff}, and he completely hates his major. Morty's core thing is that he just.. cares too little. he used to care more, but at one point he just gave up. why bother? he's been in his twin Phyllis' shadow his entire life, and even though she does her best to mitigate that, even now as adults he feels unimportant. forcing himself into a major he hates didn't get his mother to pay more attention to him, and he's scared that since it's his third year it's too late to do anything else. Martin's fucking tired, that's what it is. he's tired of being the side character, he's tired of worrying about his future, he's tired of trying to figure out who he is. he loves his sister, yeah, but sometimes being with her is fucking exhausting, and Zachary is his solace. i'll get more into the relationships later, but know that Zachary is what's getting Morty to finally confront some internalized homophobia and gender feelings

Martin doesn't care, but that doesn't make the anxiety stop. he puts up a front of sorts, of this chill, unbothered guy. you'll never see him not smiling, you'll never catch him in an anxiety attack. he's mastered the art of turning conversations away from himself, and being in the background {unfortunately} comes easy to him. he's a geek, he likes cosplay, he's huge into D&D and getting more into Star Trek. he fucking hates zebra print, he rewrites news articles as a hobby, he's learning how to cross-stitch, he's too anxious to bring up to his psych that he needs his anxiety meds upped, he's surprisingly energetic for how chill he seems. Morty doesn't know who he is. he doesn't know if he cares anymore. Morty's just getting by, Morty'll be alright, he just has to remember that

[Image ID: a digital painting in an experimental style, depicting a headshot of a character named Zachary Seth. he has brown skin, dark brown hair in an afro, brown eyes, and heavy eyebags. he's looking into the top right of the painting and looks disinterested. end ID]

gods i really need to redo the references for all of the characters, the only one i'm happy with is Phyllis'. introducing Zachary Seth, pronouns he/they, the character whose creation pretty much turned this project from a simple experiment to a years-long idea that quite literally is the reason why we're in the university we're in now, among other things. he's an art major, he works at a coffee shop, he's stressed as hell, and he's super, SUPER fucking cool. their core concept is that they're very, very uneasy with the idea of being perceived badly. scared, even, though they'd never, ever use that word. everything that Zachary does is to project this idea of a guy who's put-together, intelligent, clearly the best choice for anything. he wants, needs people to think of him and immediately associate him with success. not stardom, no, but success. because of this, they don't swear, they don't let their friends nickname them, they even go to the extent of keeping tabs on their phone open to various Wikipedia articles and literature pages so anyone who might steal their phone thinks they're intelligent. fine, yes, it's an obsession, but don't let him hear you calling it that again. he heard that people gravitate towards laidback people, so he started yoga and meditating and binaural beats and anything to help him relax, and that didn't work so he took classes on body language so he can pretend he's not stressed

he doesn't tend to realize how pretentious he can come off, he wears a puffy rainbow jacket EVERYWHERE, he needs to prove himself to his dying father, he's trying to balance his freedom with responsibility. he does pottery, he wants to look into glassblowing. he hates Opal with a burning passion and he can't articulate why. Martin makes him feel soft inside and that (scares? (worries? (comforts?))) makes him feel weird so he doesn't think about that. he keeps an epipen with him at all times, not because he has any allergies, but because Phyllis does and she never bothers. he'd rather die than lose his friends. he doesn't think about death much. he's perfect. he's burning the candle at both ends and he's running out of wick

[Image ID: a digital bust portrait of a character named Opal Jeanne. she's looking to the left and has pale skin covered in freckles, short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a double chin. she's wearing a gray beanie and a yellow sweatshirt. end ID]

GODS ALL OF HER ART IS SO OLD AND BAD this is Opal Jeanne. she was the very, very first character we created for this project, back in January 2017 {.... holy fucking shit it's been 6 years}. she was a definite self-insert at the time, and while we've changed and we project on her less and she's been developed in different ways, she definitely still shows that. they're an art major, they work at a coffee shop.. that sounds a little familiar. she fucking hates Zachary. hates him. she could probably figure out why if she thought about it but she doesn't want to waste any energy on that damned man. she hates him. her core concept is that she needs to be noticed. she doesn't even need to be appreciated, she just needs to be noticed. someone needs to remember her, put her name to a face, know that she is and was and is and that she's there, she exists, she's right here and she made an impact, however small. they grew up with rich but emotionally neglectful parents, and they only started getting attention once they picked up art and proved to be a prodigy. she constantly competed with her sibling growing up for the attention of their parents; she doesn't understand how people can be close with their families. when she moved out for university she realized how soul-crushingly lonely she was, and now she surrounds herself with everyone she can, for better or for worse. she needs to win, she needs to be important

they love Broadway, and really just musicals in general. they draw and they sculpt, and they're damn good at both. she wears shirts you'd see on Pinterest, super cheesy ones. they're still learning how basic social interaction works. they want a tattoo of Icarus. she has a horrible sense of time, she can't work with cloth to save her life, she's always cheery to the point it's weird, she sings badly on purpose just to get eyes on her because bad publicity it still publicity

[Image ID: a drawing made in a bible with markers, depicting Zachary resting his hand on Martin's shoulder and looking concerned. Martin looks uncomfortable and is looking away. he's saying, "Zachary... i need to tell you something." end ID]

i still like this doodle so it gets to go here!!!

Phyllis and Martin are twins. Phyllis is older, which she lords over him. they've been incredibly close their entire lives, being best friends and anchors for each other. despite that, their mother always did seem to prefer Phyllis, and their classmates found Phyllis way less anxious and way easier to talk to, and over time Martin kind of got pushed into her shadow. they both noticed this, and Phyllis, to its credit, has always been trying to fix this. e points out Morty's contributions, refusing to come to events unless Morty can come too, trying to make him feel better about himself. and the sentiment is appreciated, really, it is. it's just.. no amount of that can make up for how unwanted Morty feels at times. and having one person in his corner is good, but it's only one person. they're adults now, in their third year of university, living on campus. Phyllis encouraged Morty to make friends, to put himself out there. they made sure to get separate rooms so they can try and be their own people more {they spend all their time over at the other's place anyway}. Morty doesn't mean to, but yeah, fine, he does kind of resent Phyllis for this. it's not her fault, he knows, he knows that. but he's never been good with his emotions, and his emotions are rarely good to him. sometimes, it's just, Phyllis smothers, and then she doesn't do enough, and she needs help but only cares about getting him help and it hurts to see her ignoring her own needs like that. they can feel their relationship growing more strained but they're both too scared to do anything, say anything, even imply anything about it. so they keep going as they always does, and they hope it won't ever boil over {it does. trust us, it does}

Phyllis and Martin both latched onto Zachary practically the moment they met him. the three of them are thick as thieves, closer friends than you'll ever find. Zachary doesn't like to ever admit it, even to himself, but look, he doesn't really have any other friends. and these two are so good to him, he's content to just spend time in their company. they have fun. they make him feel like he's someone other than a background character or a sidekick. in this clique, he's in charge. he's happy with that, and they're happy with that. he feels that with them, he's not just being dragged around anymore; he takes care to make sure they don't feel like sidekicks either. notably, Martin is closer to Zachary than Phyllis is, but this doesn't bother any of them. Martin likes Zachary. he makes him comfortable. Zachary makes him feel seen for.. well, for Martin. for Morty. not for Phyllis' brother, not for the other Smith kid. they go out for coffee and Zachary lets Martin order first. they take the bus and Zachary lets Martin choose where they sit. now, both Martin and Zachary have some heavy internalized homophobia going on. slightly different flavours, but in the end, it's pretty much the same result. they're friends with benefits, something they never say a word about, to each other or anyone else. they fall asleep on each other a lot and wake up more rested than they usually feel. neither of them look into it too much

Zachary and Opal are rivals, nemeses. they're in most of the same classes and they're competing for who's top of the class. they're coworkers, and it's always one of them who's employee of the month. their rooms are literally right across from each other, it's kind of comedic. they're always competing, trying to out-do each other. Zachary sees Opal as a threat to his independence and freedom, to this ideal image he's trying to project. he can't be perfect if there's someone always taking his victories from him. Opal does find their rivalry fun at times, but he reminds her of her sibling, so she resents him for that. why does Zachary get to be so perfect, when she's still learning how to be a proper person? why does Opal get to win everything, when she already grew up rich and happy anyway?

Phyllis and Opal are in love. there's no other way to put it. they're in love. they're dating, but Phyllis insists on it being secret, in case Zachary finds out and hates her for it and she loses her two best friends {he wouldn't do that. he wouldn't throw her out like that. she's one of his best friends, he wouldn't do that. but she's scared. she's really, really scared}. it started as a "know thy enemy" sort of mission. Opal and Zachary's rivalry was still blooming, and Phyllis figured she would get some insider details, to help out. but they struck it off. they're comfortable talking to each other. they compared their experiences with their parents, their perfect futures, how they both were asshole kids at times. they've got a good thing going

in person, Opal and Martin don't really feel much of anything towards each other. vague dislike, maybe, but neither of them have their hearts in it. Martin knows that she makes Zachary upset. Opal knows that he makes Zachary really happy. that's about it. online, though, they're close friends, though neither of them have connected the dots and realized who the other is yet. this is still a relationship we need to develop further, but they're friends, they like each other, they just don't really realize it yet

this post is really long so i'm gonna show you art we did of Ingrid Elkins, Opal's best friend, that we still like and leave it at that. her fashion is incredible

[Image ID: a drawing of a character named Ingrid Elkins tagging a full-length mirror selfie, with her phone in front of her face and her other hand at her side. she has dark brown skin, blue hair in a bun, an eyebrow piercing, and a curvy figure. she's wearing a crop top with a moon symbol on it, a long blue skirt with a moon and stars pattern on it, tie-dye flip-flops, and moon and star earrings. her nails are painted blue and her phone is pale pink. end ID]

Ingrid needs so much more development than she has right now, but it's definitely better than it used to be. her fashion sense is our favourite out of all the characters honestly. she's just very fun to draw

if you read this far you get a gold sticker, thank you for indulging us

[fallowfield]

i told myself i wasnt going to buy beanie babies off of etsy. i told myself. but fraidy and scared-e

[planetbeanie]

Todays beanie of the day is

Scared-e the Orange Cat

Birthday- 10/26/2001

[dailybeaniebabies]

SCARED-e the Cat

Birthday: Oct 26th, 2001 Released: Oct 2nd, 2002

“Halloween is very scary My fur stands up so I look hairy Ghosts, goblins and witches, too Don’t scare me when I’m with you!”

[beaniebabybdays]

Happy Beanie Bday to: SCARED-e the cat!

[beaniebabyaday]

todays beanie is: scared-e the cat!

[griffinkid]

I finally found a beanie baby that shares my birthday, and is my favourite colour too: Scared-E the cat! 🧡

All of a sudden, I’m 7 years old again. TY Beanie Babies are everywhere and everyone’s insisting that you can sell them one day and make a fortune, if you keep the tags on. I stubbornly remove the tags from mine so I can play with them because they’re made for playing, darn it, and that’s what I’m gonna do!

Scared-E: October 26, 2001

“Halloween is very scary My fur stands up so I look hairy Ghosts, goblins and witches, too Don’t scare me when I’m with you!”

[vomitcoloredbowlingball]

I dont know why but I find it weird that theres stuffed animals out there just like my cherished stuffed animal... like theres other ones out there and I could literally get another one on Ebay for eight dollars but here I am thinking of mine like it's the only one ever made and just for me

[tyhalloweencats]

This is one of three Scared-e. This particular one was an online exclusive from 2002. He belongs to the Original collection of toys, though due to age is simple labeled "BEANIE BABIES".

Scared-e's 'partner pair' is the not-much-older "Fraidy" series of cats!

[plushieanimals]

my scared-e came in! here’s my halloween kitty trio now, they live on my desk :)

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Wedding blues and memories; Matt Murdock x Parker! reader ft. Peter Parker

*Author’s note*

After re-watching Spiderman No way home and my obsession and need for more fluffy Matt Murdock fics, this little baby was born.  Took me a couple of days to write it out but I think it came out pretty good. Now I am NOT Catholic and I did my best to research and write out how a Catholic wedding goes, if I’ve gotten something wrong and if any readers out there are Catholic, PLEASE reach out to me and correct me on what I’ve done wrong. 

Warnings: Death mentioned, Spiderman NWH spoilers (if you still haven’t seen it yet), some angst, fluff.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (ROMANTIC)    Peter Parker (Holland) x older sister! reader (PLATONIC).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@austynparksandpizza​

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I had a small bouquet of my aunt’s favorite flowers but this wasn’t for a friendly visit nor a birthday gift.  As the wind began to softly blow the fallen leaves along the ground I arrived at her grave and I knelt down and set the flowers on top of it.  I brushed away the fallen leaves and put aside the dead flowers that either myself or Happy had left behind over the past few weeks.  I took a deep breath before exhaling and said.

“Hey auntie May. I—I know we had talked about this, hell you longed for this day to come. Ever since my first junior prom you always dreamed of being there for my wedding day. Well it’s……it’s finally arrived. In fact later this afternoon and I…..” I sniffled and lightly dabbed around my eyes hoping to not ruin my makeup that I had gotten done with Karen, Claire, Marci and Jessica (well when I say Jess, I don’t mean she got her makeup done, she’d literally kill me if I forced even a shred of powder on her face).

These past few months had been pretty strange and stressful with all the wedding planning, the whole Spider-man and Mysterio drama, and the fact that on top of it all I had to lose Aunt May in the process due to a terrible explosion at Happy’s apartment.  I can’t seem to recall the full details but I know I was with her when it happened and I remember just heading for Matt’s crying hysterically.

“I wish you could’ve been here to give me away. Ever since—my parents and…..and Uncle Ben died, no one’s been the true parental figure for me, except you May. And—now you’re gonna be missing the most important day of my life. I—I don’t think I can do this without you.”

“I think you can.” A voice suddenly spoke up. I gasped and turned around and there stood a boy, a kid really not much older than 18, probably 17 at least.  He had brown eyes much like me and wore a blue beanie cap on top of his head.  His hands stuffed into his jacket pockets and he said. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright. Uhh……”

“Tom. My name’s Tom.” He answered.

“Well Tom it’s nice to meet you. Even at a place like this.” I noticed how he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.  “Have you lost someone too?”

“Yes. Well, actually I uhh—I’m here for o—your aunt.”

“You knew my Aunt May?” he nodded.  “How?”

“Through Spiderman.” He spoke sadly.  His eyes shining with nothing but pure sadness and heartbreak.  “I—well he introduced me to her.  When he first came on the scenes, I was….interning for STARK Industries and he introduced us. She—really got me through a lot.”

“That’s the kind of woman she was. Always wanting to help anyone in time of need. She always wanted to make sure I knew that growing up. She always told me with great power, there must also come great responsibility.” I turned to Tom who looked tense and some tears were hidden at the corner of his eyes.  “Tom? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m……I’m fine. I’m good.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve but I reached into my clutch purse and took out a handkerchief.

“Here, this might be better than using a thick, scratchy sleeve.” He smiled and thanked me as he took the handkerchief and dabbed his eyes.

“Not to pry or anything but uhh—did I hear that you’re getting married today?”

“Yeah. In five hours actually. I managed to convince my bridesmaids and my maid of honor to let me come here for a bit so long as I promised not to ruin my makeup.” I said with a laugh which made Tom laugh too.

“Is he a good guy?”

“The best. Though he can be rough around the edges at times, stubborn and irritating but I love him. Both sides of him.” I sighed as I fiddled with the engagement ring Matt got me shortly before he blipped and that I had kept on for the past five years during that time.  “I just wish she could be here to see this day.”

“I’m sure she’s watching over you. Wherever she is.”

“My fiancé is Catholic and he’s always seen Hell every day and believes in it, which means he also believes that Heaven is real as well. He told me the night she died that—if anyone is more deserving in God’s court of Angels it’s her.” I said choking up a bit as I stroked over her tombstone.  “I just hope he’s right.”

“I’m sure she is. From what I remember she—she never gave up on anyone. No matter who they were or what they did in their past, they were at least worth giving a second chance to. And I know—that she would give anything to see you on the biggest day of your life. And for all the others to come.” Tom said choking up much like I am.

“You must’ve really gotten to know her fairly well through Spiderman.”

“He talked about her a lot. Said she was like the mother he never had.” I didn’t know why but I placed a comforting hand onto Tom’s shoulder and gave it a gentle but comforting squeeze.  He looked up at me and placed his hand on top of mine and we stood there for a few more minutes in silence.

“Well I better get going less my husband sends out a search party to find me. See you around Tom.” I told him.

“Yeah, yeah sure see yah around. And hope you have a happy marriage with your new husband.” He said with a slight smile and a wave.  I waved back to him and soon left the graveyard to meet the girls at Clinton Church.

The ceremony was in just a few short minutes and I was getting final preparations by the Sisters including Sister Maggie. We were all in an isolated section of the church as two of the sister’s were helping me with my wedding veil while I was brushing down my dress.

It wasn’t anything too flashy or elegant just a simple, plain white wedding dress of pure satin.  The sleeves were partially covering my shoulders leaving the rest of it as well as my arms bare.  The veil was nice and long, even longer than the train of my dress but in the mirror just ahead of us I almost looked like my favorite Disney princess, Cinderella.

My hair was in gentle waves and clipped just behind my ears were some flower pins to make it seem like I’ve got flowers in my hair.

“My dear child, you look so beautiful.” Said one of the sisters fixing my veil.

“She does indeed Sister Abby.” Said a younger nun who was helping the other nun with my veil.

“Alright now sisters no need to make the woman blush. That’s her future husband’s job.” Sister Maggie said as she came back in the room after checking on Matt to ensure he didn’t try to find me.

“Thank you Sisters this-this really means a lot to me.”

“Sister Abby, Sister Maria would you two mind stepping out for a moment? I would like to talk to the future Mrs. Murdock alone.” The two sisters bowed their heads and with their hands folded over their stomachs they walked out and shut the door behind them.  “Karen told me you went to visit your Aunt’s grave before arriving here.”

“I—” she held out her hand as she came and stood in front of me.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me child. I know these past couple of days haven’t been easy for you. After all just a few days ago you and your aunt were still picking out the final details for the wedding.”

“It’s not fair Sister Maggie. Why did she have to be taken away like that? And so soon close to my wedding day? She fawned over this day so much, even when Matt and I first began dating she asked me when the Wedding date was and if she could weasel her way into being my matron of honor.” I laughed at the fond memory.

“Things in life are unfair. Sometime when we think we’ve had it all, it gets ripped out from us. But I’ve always had faith in God and even as tragic as the way she was lost to you, I know that our Lord and Savior has blessed her a special place in his high court. And perhaps giving her the best view to witness the child she helped raise begin the next part in her journey with the man she loves.” She said as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before lifting my chin up so that I could look at her.

“Thank you Sister Maggie.”

“Perhaps when you’re comfortable with the idea, you can then start calling me mom. After all you are marrying my son. God be with you on that.” I laughed softly and said.

“He’s not so bad and you know that.”

“I’m just grateful that he’s found someone to love him for what he is. For the two halves of him.” She cupped my cheek gingerly. “Never did he think he’d find someone like that until you came into his life.”

“I feel just the same vice versa. Especially now. The man was even willing to postpone our wedding date to allow me to grieve. But I guess my own stubbornness and knowing my aunt, she would’ve wanted this day to happen exactly as planned. No matter the case.”

“Before I go, this was left for you at the stoop of the front door. I don’t know who it’s from but it is addressed to you.” From her sleeve she pulled out a small, long jewelry box and handed it to me along with a note.

“For me?” I asked taking it.

“That’s what the note said. In fact it explicitly says for no one but you to read the card and see what’s inside.” With that she left me alone with the strange box.  I set it down on one of the desks close by and opened the note and it read in black sharpie marker.

A BRIDE IS SAID TO HAVE SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING BORROWED AND SOMETHING OLD. HERE’S THE OLD TO GO WITH YOUR WEDDING ENSEMBLE.

-Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman

Spiderman sent me this? I set the note down and picked up the jewelry box and opened it up to reveal the necklace Aunt May wore at her own wedding.  A backdrop necklace that was pure silver with leaf designs as the main design pattern of the necklace and for its center piece a diamond jewel in the shape of a crystal tear.  The backdrop was a Y drop of it had the same crystal tear-shape diamond at the bottom of it and the chain was rose gold.

But how did he—how did he get a hold of this? How could he have known Aunt May had this? Did she have it with her when she died? I remember her telling me she wanted to give me something the night she died but she was waiting till my wedding day to give it to me.

“Yo (Y/n)! Everyone’s waiting on you. I think Murdock’s about to think he has a runaway bride on his hands.” Jessica Jones’ voice rang out as she came barging in wearing a dark blue bridesmaid dress along with her signature black jacket.  “You alright Parker?” I looked up and said.

“Yeah, yeah just…..something old to go with something new and borrowed.”

“Which by the way I’m gonna need those shoes back. You’re lucky we happen to have the same foot size.”

“Oh Jess this is why you’re my maid of honor.”

“You sure it isn’t because I owe you a favor and that this makes us even?” she said coming up to me.

“Oh come on Jessica we’ve been friends for over 10 years, is our friendship only a debt to you?”

“You know I gotta yank your chain. Even on your wedding day.” She playfully plugged my nose before noticing the necklace.  “I may not be into fashion and other girly stuff like you but that looks pretty.”

“It was my aunt’s.” she looked at me solemnly but her eyes showed no pity.  She knew better than to give me pity, especially on my big day.

“Need some help?” she held out her hand to which I gave her May’s necklace and she proceeded to put it on.  “Okay which way does this go?”

“The long back drop goes behind and the short one should be in front.”

“You sure it ain’t the other way around?” she asked.

“I’m sure Jess.”

“Okay.” She shrugged as she put the necklace around my neck and clipped it as she said. “Just saying the longer end, you could make Murdock have some real fun with it.” I slapped her arm.

“Pervert!”

“You’ve known me for 10 years this should come as no surprise to you. Besides you were an even bigger pervert than I was when we first met.”

“I was not.”

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Alright let’s not have this conversation in a church. I feel like I’m already getting eternal damnation just by arguing with my best friend about whose the bigger pervert.”

“You.” She emphasized.  Oh if we weren’t in a church I’d smack her so hard, she’d regret that and call herself the bigger pervert.  She smirked playfully at me before poking her tongue out at me and shoved me with her arm.  “Alright now come on. Let’s get you and Devil boy married already.”

“You know he hates it when you call him that.” I said as we walked out of the room.

“I know. That’s why I call him that. And the fact that I know he can hear me from here makes it even better.”

“You are the worst Jessica Jones.”

“And proud of it bitch.” She said with a smug grin and a nonchalant shrug as we walked towards the gathering hall.

*3rd Person POV*

The church was filled with Matt’s closest friends. At his side was his best man Foggy Nelson and on the bride’s side were Karen, Claire and Marci in the same dark blue color dress but each had a different style of dress for their own preference.

In the audience there were volunteers and people from FEAST gathered on the bride’s side while on Matt’s held the Nuns of the church including the sisters who helped care for him when he was in the Orphanage.  Father Lantom stood as the Officiant before the church and Matt.  

Soon the organ began to play the chosen wedding song (the Processional/Maria reprise from the Sound of Music) and everyone in the audience stood up as the doors opened up and there stood the bride.

Standing side by side Jessica and (Y/n) stood together and she began to walk first down the aisle then after a few feet (Y/n) walked gracefully behind her with the bouquet of white roses and lilies as her chosen flowers.  Foggy got closer to Matt and whispered to him.

“She looks beautiful Matt. Imagine her in a dress as white as snow, flowers in her hair as they come down in a gentle wave that resemble the letter S.”

“I can see her. Thanks Fog.” Matt whispered back as Foggy gave him a nod and a gentle pat on the arm before going back to his spot.  Jessica walked up the stairs and stood along with the rest of the bridesmaids and (Y/n) walked up the stairs just shortly after.

Matt held out his hand for his beloved bride and she smiled as she reached up and took his hand.  He gently guided her up the rest of the stairs until they stood side by side of each other.  They walked up towards Father Lantom and as the song finally ended he said to one and all.

“Matthew and (Y/n), have you come here to enter into marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?”

“I have.” They both answered together.

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?”

“We are.”

“Are you prepared to accept children lovingly from God and to bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?” at this vow they both turned to each other, (Y/n) gently squeezing Matt’s hand as he softly smiled.

“We are Father.”

“Dearly beloved, friends, neighbors, family and loved ones. Matthew Murdock and (Y/n) Parker have taken their vows before God in the eyes of all of you on this day of December the 23rd. May I ask that the both of you turn and face each other as you now give your consent to one another?” Matt and (Y/n) turned until they stood facing each other.  

Their hands still holding the other as their free hands also clasped the other’s, their thumbs rubbing the back of the other’s hand affectionately.

“Matthew, if you will repeat after me; I, Matthew, take you (Y/n).”

“I, Matthew, take you (Y/n).”

“For my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health.”

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health.”

“Until Death do us part.”

“Until Death do us part.”

“And now you (Y/n).” Just like Matt, she and Father Lantom repeated the Vows of consent word for word giving her consent of love to Matt much like he did for her.  Afterwards Father Lantom said, “Now that the giving of consent has been made by both partners the wedding shall be approved by the placement of the Rings.”

Foggy dug into his pocket and handed Matt the beautiful golden band with a precious diamond as well as two birthstones around it, representing both Matt’s birthstone and (Y/n)’s birthstone.  While (Y/n) turned to Jessica who gave her Matt’s golden wedding band and the young couple turned to each other with their respecting rings to give to the other.

“Heavenly Father bless these two as they take each other as husband and wife. Make their love everlasting as they present each other with the gift of a Ring. In this we pray in your name, Amen.”

“Amen.” The crowd softly echoed back.

“(Y/n), receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Matt told her as he placed the ring on her left ring finger.  Once the ring was placed, he even lifted their joined hands together and kissed her left hand softly to emphasize his declaration of love for her.

Her face flushed and grew warm as she softly giggled while Matt just grinned at her and with a brief clear of the throat from Father Lantom, the two lovers settled down as (Y/n) spoke the same vow and placed Matt’s wedding band on his left finger.

“Matthew, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Once the ring was placed on his finger, she traced the band before rejoining their hands together.

“On this day of the 23rd of December it is now decreed that Matthew Murdock and (Y/n) Parker be declared Husband and Wife before the eyes of God and the Law. They have given their vows, and may their souls ever be blessed. In regard of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

“Amen.” The audience said again.

“Matthew, you may kiss your bride.” Matt smiled as he reached up for her face, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks as the two of them smiled at each other, their hearts racing loudly until finally he leaned forward and they gave their first kiss as husband and wife.

The audience cheered, Foggy punched a fist into the air exclaiming out a happy cheer, the bridesmaids all clapped and even Jessica smiled a warm smile for her best friend finally married to the right guy.

As Matt and (Y/n) broke their kiss they couldn’t help but softly laugh as they embraced one another and he even picked her up and gave her a small spin as the wedding bells rung out from the church.

“Mrs. (Y/n) Murdock. Has quite the ring to it don’t you think?” he asked her.

“It sure does. Mr. Murdock.” She said as she kissed him again and the audience continued to applaud the young couple.

*Peter’s POV*

Even if I had to hide in the background watching from outside the church like a fly on the wall, it was worth it.  My big sis finally marrying the man of her dreams, the man who was my lawyer, Mr. Matt Murdock.  He seemed like a pleasant guy and he treated (Y/n) with respect and equality.

I know the two of them will be happy together, and boy did (Y/n) look beautiful with Aunt May’s necklace around her neck and I knew Aunt May would’ve loved to have seen her wear it.  They only talked about it like a billion times.  Like her, I wish she could’ve at least seen this day and been there for (Y/n).

To see her walking down the aisle, her standing with Mr. Murdock and exchange rings with one another before finally sealing with deal with a kiss.  At least he can keep her safe than I ever could.  Perhaps this is for the best, after all she knows me as Tom, a kid who knew her aunt through Spiderman.

“Be happy (Y/n).” I said softly with a smile as the church bells rang out loud signaling to all that a wedding had just been complete.  I turned around and shot a web towards the building across the street and took off swinging out of Hell’s Kitchen to hitch a train ride back to Queens.

[fbfh]

dave strider crushing on you hcs

So I shifted to homestuck recently and scared the shit out of everyone by cliff diving, their reactions were hilarious. Also dave kabedon-ed me and it was the best thing ever.

Anyway

This is the song I was listening to and it fits rlly well lol

Let's get into it

Dave with a crush is… something else

We already know

In spite of how much he tries to hide it

How smart and dedicated and creative he is

Due to his

Unique

Sense of humor

A lot of this is displayed through shitposts and crackheadery

The thing is once he realizes he likes you unironically???

All bets are off baby

The most obvious sign is that he stares at you pretty much all the time

He’ll just

Not in like, a creepy way or anything

But he’ll watch you while you’re hanging out

You could be staring at a wall and he’d find you interesting

I feel like his music is on a spectrum between 100gecs and atlas

Most of his music is on the former end of the spectrum

But once and a while he’ll drop a song that’s actually really sweet

His followers love to see his softer songs and always hype him up even though they’re very few and far between

He drops like four songs back to back and they’re like

Oh shit bro

You got it bad

And he does

He’s got it very bad

His bro gave him some sage wisdom

Which is “if you write a song for a babe you’re falling for, don’t show them till you’ve got your head straight cause it probably won’t be as good as you think. Except for my beats, which are all fire, always, no exceptions.”

The harder he falls for you, the harder it is to follow that advice

He likes being around you, too

If either of you leave for any reason he’ll either volunteer to go with you or offer you to come with him

Beverage runs, side quests, walking Jade’s dog for gods sake

Any excuse to be near you is one he’ll take

He’ll also just kinda stand or sit near you too

Being close to you physically is more intense than looking at you, so he does that a little less

Just because it’s a lot, yk

Oh god don’t get me started on the showing off and clowning for your attention

Even John is like wow bro you’re kind of doing a lot right now even for you are you good

The answer is no

Because he has not made you laugh enough yet

In spite of what he posts on sweet bro and hella jeff he’s actually a pretty good artist

Mostly digital because he favors intense color pallets

But he usually does make the drawings and edits for the covers of his songs and eps from scratch

He’ll notice some cute trait of yours

Or several

And they start getting incorporated into his album art on soundcloud

He’s fallen so hard his followers start to call him out on it

“Is this the same angel from the last song”

“Bro you gotta talk to them”

“SIMP”

Yeah he’s got it really bad

He keeps hoping that John or someone will casually mention his soundcloud so you’ll listen to all the sappy jams inspired by you

If you really can’t tell how bad he has it for you at this point

He playfully has you wear his sunglasses

Like how some people will jokingly steal their crushes baseball cap or beanie or w/e

He does the opposite

Everyone is painfully aware of how into you he is

Probably everyone but you at this point

He’s liked you from the moment he saw you so you probably think he’s just like this

When it gets to the point that his bro catches him slumped over his turntables, beet red from thinking about you, staring into space because he’s so flustered that he can’t even put his feels into bars anymore

That’s how he knows it’s for real

Bro probably gives him some pointers on how to confess

And it’s only then that he realizes that he can confess to you

And that you might even reciprocate these feels

It’s like a pleasant slap to the face

He’s so consumed by this crush that he hadn’t even thought it could go further

Or that shooting his shot was a possibility

And now that’s all he’s thinking about

How to confess to you

And he realizes instantly

Make you a mixtape

He goes through his soundcloud and picks out his favorite songs he wrote about you

And writes some more to fill it out

He writes “for angel” in red sharpie on the front

He wants to give it to you immediately but it also takes him like, two days to work up the nerve

And now he has to get through the most agonizing part

He has to wait

And see what you think

And he likes you so much he feels like he’s about to combust

But that’s normal for a crush, right??