#This comic will probably suck but hey it looks pretty good so far

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Teasers for a comic that I am working on... The first few panels will be posted sometime in november.

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Just a party, part 3

"Number 14 and 16"

"Guess it's you and me again." Ben took my hand and we went to the room we were assigned"

We left Ezra and Jason back there. Poor Jason, he was really fed up with Ezra. Hope he'll survive the night in that pip squeak body.

We opened the door of the room. I went on the bed. Ben right down next to me

It was awfully quiet. We wanted to have a party, we were overworked, stressed and probably needed a drink to loosen up a bit. We knew immediately that we both felt the same way. And we headed to the bar of the building.

The emplyees were serving us, asking about our needs and desires. Creepy but somehow nice. I bet the studio must have pay a massive ammount to get us to this event. But they all say that this one even is worth working for Hollywood. It fullfills you.

"You know, we didn't have much time to explore our bodies by ourselves before. With the Comic Con and so on, giving out all the autographs. I'm pretty sure that all the fans that will try to sell stuff with 'your' signature are gonna be pretty sad. I tried to perfect your signature Henry, but it still looks like someone else did it."

"Even better then. Those who really appreciate it get to keep it anyway and the ones trying to sell won't be as succesfull'

"Henry? You know I'm now the one wearing SUPERMAN's body? You don't have to act like him all the time."

"I don't honestly. I am just being polite most of the time. A decent human being."

"How about you show me how my BATMAN body looks like? You know what? Let's call each other by the name of our bodies, ok? To make the experience worth it. I wanna know what it feels like to be you"

"Ok then HENRY, now I wanna show you now what it truly feels like to FEEL that SUPERMAN body"

Henry in Ben's body lowered down to give Ben a head. He unzipped his pants and took out the beautiful hard cock he was already familiar with:"I think it looks even better from this angle" And the he took it in his mouth

It might have been the fact that I knew my cock so well. The way it responded to my tongue circling around the top, sucking his balls made me sure I was making Ben feel good. But I can't let him cum yet.

Suddenly my phone rang. I just looked up at him. He only winked at me and picked up.

"Hey, this is... HENRY Cavill. Sure, I got time. New TV series? The Witcher? I am not sure about that"

I looked at him aggresively. Playing Witcher is my dream, he can't deny them.

"Jeez. Ok, I really want it. When do we start? Ok, thanks. No, I can't talk that long, there is something I need to take care of. Bye."

My blow job was coming to an end. Then I stopped. Can't let him finish that easily.

"Please, go on!"

"Can't do that HENRY! You got an ass to breed. And I wanna have fun too"

I took his hand and dragged him to the entrance hall.

"The room is too far, let's go to one of the closests, I wanna fuck you there."

We took the first door on the right. Passionately making out on the way. Ben pushed me against one of the lockers. Wait, that wasn't a closet. We must have entered the lockers of the employees. We kept on going.

Suddenly we noticed voices from a room around the corner. We stopped and I showed Ben a finger on my lips to shush him. We went closer to get to hear them

"All right. As I have said before, we are now on the full capacity of our guests. They are very busy right now. Each and every one of you has an envelope with a name of the actor or other famous person they get to swap with today. For those of you who haven't read it, the reason of the swap is the Writers and actors strike. You will get a brand new life of a popular person, their money in exchange for absolute loyalty and diacretion about the swap. I am deeply sorry to everyone who wanted to go back to their bodies sometimes in the future, but we have to get rid of them. The actors in your bodies can't let anyone know about this. Is anyone against this?" nobody responded which led us to believe that they agreed"

"Ok. We now have 48 minutes until the door of the rooms get locked completely, sealing our guests inside making it easier for us. We will be going over some details with each and everyone of you. Starting with Miguel who will be receiving Henry Cavil's body..."

I looked in shock at Ben in my body. He was also horrified about what we just heard.

"We have to warn everyone!" Ben said to me

Suddenly a manly voice above us said very calmly:"Haha. But we won't let you, gentlemen" the man above us was Chris Hemsworth, holding a taser. Something was telling me, that Chris wasn't the one controlling his body anymore, or the one of his friends who swapped with him

To be continued...

Story request from inbox by Anonymous: That Hugh and Ryan story was Great! Maybe you can do a swap involving Ben Affleck and Henry Cavill?

And also continuation for part 2.

Inbox request: Your stories are soo good, love the Chris E. and RDJ swap. Maybe a second part involving some actors from dc, like Ezra Miller and Jason Momoa swapping to try new roles & running into Henry Cavill and Ben Affleck in the rooms?

Part 2:

Part 4:

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #18

We're reading PKNA #14: Carpe Diem but I don't really gaf about the main story I'm here for Trip because I like Trip. The actual main chapter is just like a warm-up for the 8 pages of Trip comic as far as I'm concerned.

Oh wow haha we got a big cool looking machine here I'm sure that can only mean good things! ignore day of the cold sun that was an outlier probably

ok nevermind

Ok this guy seems a little TOO into getting fucking obliterated here

Character design that always makes me laugh whenever I see him sorry

like you guys see where I'm coming from right

I'm starting to believe what Alex has been saying about people from the 23rd century never cutting their hair, I mean look at this guy's beautiful golden locks wowza

Oh so NOW he actually stays in jail. Right when space and time is getting obliterated and we actually need him, great.

Camera 9 sighting hey bud

NOO UNO IS ALONE who is going to tuck him into bed every night now :(

I like whenever PK looks directly into the camera like he's on an episode of The Office

Guys Casablanca reference. Caoimhin are you there. Can you hear m

ohh god they're BOTH stupid you guys we are so fucked 😭

of all the fucking frames to remember Odin by... I can't even be mad like yeah that sure is him isn't it

"ayyyyyyyyyy what's uuuuuuuuuppp it's meeeeeeeeeee" "STOP"

Donald is just so fucking pissed off this whole comic I'm loving it

Donald thinks the pills are some kind of crazy hallucinogenic drug but the joke's on him cause it's actually just prescription antidepressants

This is turning into a buddy cop sitcom I'm sentencing them both to death for being too silly

Donald for someone you were complaining about having to rescue like 30 pages ago you sure are smirking at each other a lot. Everyone point and laugh they're bonding 🫵

nevermind divorce

nevermind a sort of middle ground? a frenemies situation. or like an enemies to love-

OKAY everyone shut up shut up. It's time for Trip. I have waited for this moment. Waited many weeks since the start of this book club to proclaim (in public) my undying adoration for Trip son of Raider.

I didn't really care much about the Raider my first time reading this series but it was so fucking over for me as soon as they revealed that he has a son. Like oh wait HE'S A DAD??? I'm literally such a fucking sucker you guys. I can't even explain why I've grown weirdly attached to Trip but I just think he's neat. I love him he sucks.

This introduction page is so iconic to me ok. The fact that there's literally 0 leadup to this or any kind of big reveal. The main story ends and then it just cuts to the Raider like "SOOON I'M HOOOME!"

Also the art in these comics is BEAUTIFULLL I love that you can tell it's all done on physical media. It's such brilliant use of what I assume is markers? Or some kind of other ink-based media. I'd love to be able to reach a level where I can make art like this traditionally god. I've read this comic like 30 times I really like looking at it.

Anyways shoutout to the Raider for NOT wanting his son to be a time pirate, it's definitely not something I think about all the time or anything.

Also shoutout to this specific design of George Washington I'm pretty sure this is EXACTLY what he looked like

It's like Mr. Peabody and Sherman if they both fucking sucked

Anyways this is my really cool Trip fanart that I made like two months ago I think. Just a glimpse into my dark reality.

I'm gonna end this post with a quick cry for help: is there ANYONE out there that knows if there's English fan translations of the Trip's Strip minicomics??? Because I've never been able to find any and if they don't exist I'll fucking do it myself and probably post them whenever we reach the chapters they're attached to in the book club. I can't let the other English speakers miss out on Trip content this is a great injustice.

[my-pjo-stuff]

HEY DID U KNOW THAT THERES GONNA BE A NEW TOTAN ARMY OC IN THE TV SHOW!!?!!!

her name is Alison and the description is

"she went to Camp Half-Blood in her youth, but now lives in the mortal world"

Also the casting call is for actresses 18-22yrs old so how old do you think she's gonna be in cannon? im think in late teenager in her first appearance

Also what are your thoughts on the TV show? i like it so far, and i think that it is taking a much more jaded approach. It's leaning more heavily on the "gods are awful" bit and i think it's gonna be different but still awesome

To be quite honest, I have mixed feelings about the show.

Ireally like what they did with Luke and the changes they made to thale confrontation at the end! That shot of Luke’s face with these watery eyes was GOLDEN. It's my personal favorite scene, really shows he isn't a total villain and actually VERY sympathetic.

I just love the Luke scenes in general.

But I disliked the changes they made with the pearls- mostly because personally I just found it unnecessary yk ?

Another thing I disliked (probably the main thing I disliked) is Percy missing the deadline. Mostly because I just think it makes Poseidon and the gods look to good????

Like, to me a core thing of PJO is how shitty the gods actually are. INCLUDING Poseidon (If you really think about it). I don't think him giving up for Percy was really in-character for him.

I do enjoy the conflict it could bring with Luke though, where Percy only gets to really see the good side of his godly parent and thus can’t really understand Luke and his group. Thus we can have a Percy who has that slow realization over the course of the show.

I’m not sure what to think of how the show did Hermes. That whole talk about him being unable to get to Luke because of his fate or whatever….eh. Personally to me that's just a load of bullcrap and excuses- I really hope the show reveals and treats it like that too and doesn't try to make Hermes innocent.

Because frankly said? Luke was comically easy to prevent had Hermes just not sucked SO MUCH.

Like yeah Poseidon advised him not to go but A)Poseidon broke his how much advice with Percy, so it’s canon that Hermes didn’t HAVE to stay away, and B) how could Hermes genuinely apologizing and showing care for Luke and May have POSSIBLY made it worse?

So yeah, pretty mixed bag for me. I like some, I dislike some- I’ll definitely watch S2 though!

As for Alison, I honestly assume she’ll be around the same age as Luke. Possibly as a love interest for him?

Personally I don’t really care much what she’s gonna be exactly, I’m just excited for more Titan Army content!

I’m hoping we’ll get more focus on them in the show, especially when we throw Alison into the mix. The books sadly had the TA quite underdeveloped, which I hope the show can fix.

But honestly? I’m happy if they keep up the Luke scenes to the same quality they were so far. Real 10/10.

[zeydaan-isabella]

Zeydaan and Isabella's Fledgeling Flight

Commission for GreyHawk89 with story by them too of Zeydaan's early ventures into flight- including the design of what the Hawkmoths uniform would've looked like when the team was fully registered.

Up and up and up into the Wild Blue Yonder Zeydaan ascending on their magic broomstick. I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying! Around them, their draconic café coworkers flew, encouraging them. Well, mostly encouraging. "Hey Zee, what's up with that superhero get-up you're wearing? I read comic books too, but assure you you don't need to wear tights to fly!" Blue the Perhaps Excessively Scottish Dragon shouted over the sound of wind ripping their ears. "It's my uniform for this new group me and my other friends have put together, the Hawkmoths," they tried to explain. "That still sounds super-hero-y to me," Blue tried to shrug, but with her wings coming out of her shoulder blades, that proved difficult. It mostly just caused her to wobble erratically. Amrin, whose flying was purely magical and wingless, was capable of remaining close to Zey throughout their journey into the sky, just like she'd been the emotionally closest and most supportive of Zeydaan the sad confused werewolf slowly transitioning into the identity of Isabella the fellow dragongirl. "Ignore her dear. She's not completely wrong; you DO look a bit 'super-hero-y' as she put, but I think you look dashing," "HAHAHAHAHAH LOSERS EAT MY CONTRAILS!" Blaze the valstrax shrieked as she zoomed past, dangerously close, rays of purple energy expelled from her wings propelling her through the air as breakneck speeds. Within seconds she was already a glowing dot far above the rest of them. "Looks like Blaze is blasting off again," Blue grumbled, try to hide her obvious jealously. Amrin sighed. "Let her cut loose. From her perspective, she lives in a world of snails. After least she no longer tries to cook things faster by turning the oven heat up several hundred extra degrees." Blaze's bright spot wavered, then gradually lowered itself back down to the level of everyone else. "This is Captain Blaze speaking. We've reached a cruising altitude of 10,000 feet. A small tasteless snack will be served shortly." She looked at the others, but only Zeydaan chuckled. She stuck her tongue out. Blue wobbled/shrugged again. "I know that that's a commercial airplane joke from watching movies, but when you've got your own wings, they're pretty redundant. Also, they still need new seats to accommodate non-humans. Why would YOU, Miss Gotta-Go-Fast!, even ever fly in a plane yourself?" "I just wanted to know what it was like for non-dragons, how much it would probably suck. And it did. So, it made me appreciate myself even more." Blaze lazily did a few allerion rolls. Zey's broom wobbled as one roll ended up with Blaze uncomfortably close yet again. "Whoa, careful please!" Zee begged as they tried to get back full control. "Ugh!" Blue suddenly yelled, swooping in as close as she dared. "Why are you on a broom, Zey? Fly! Fly, like the rest of us!" "I, um, can't!" Zey admitted unhappily. "My wings aren't strong enough. I can only glide." "Not strong enough yet," Amrin suggested. "Only glide so far. I don't have wings at all. Yours are magical as well, extensions of your will and power, not your body. If not today, then certainly possibly someday, you will fly properly." "If ye can glide, why not ditch the broom and glide then? We're high enough up for a good long glide." Blue suggested. "Mmmmmaybe," Zey said in a very 'HELL NO' kind of way, clutching the broomstick's shaft even more ferociously, legs wrapped hard around the straw brush. "I can see your wings, all folded up under your cloak!" Blue said. "C'mon, take your cloak off and spread'em!" she cajoled. Amrin glided in between them. "If Zee is not ready yet, they're not ready yet," she said firmly. Blaze and Blue rolled their eyes a little but backed off. The group hung around like that for a some time, two miles in the skies above the city of Mailor, passing through layers of moist white clouds from as they did so. Then, Blaze started to get stir-crazy again. She dropped down a bit, then blasted back up, powerfully. Too close. Zeydaan had re-relaxed their grip, and Blaze's burning purple wake shook them free entirely. Werewolfdragon and broom both dropped, down and away from each other. They couldn't hear their own screaming over the sound of wind in their ears, but the pain in their throat told them how loud their terror was. An odd sort of instinct kicked in, and muscles that were more mental than physical 'flexed' all along their upper back. There was a powerful, painful, jolt and they found their plummet, if not entirely arrested, slowed down considerably. Zee flailed with five of their limbs, while the other four remained rigid, fully extended and catching the wind. Wait, what? Craning their neck Zey saw a quartet of moth-like wings of pure pink solid magic energy extending out from them. "I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mREALLYflying! Well, I'm gliding, but naw screw that, I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying!" The terror that had so totally consumed Zeydaan mere seconds ago was replaced with delight. They screamed again, but quite differently. "WHEEEEEEEEEE!" Blue was suddenly right next to them, no doubt having folded up her own wings and dived. "OH SHIT ARE YOU OKAY!?" "I'M FLYING! WHEEE!" Blue blinked. Several times in fact. then she grinned. "Well, gliding, but naw, screw that! You're flying! Here, turn your body a little, like this, follow me, and we'll spiral back down, nice and slow!" Blaze and Amrin blurred into existence next to Zey. "I'M SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY!?" it was hard to see Blaze eyes' under her aviator goggles, but IzZey thought they appeared panicked. "Oh, you're fine, you're fine!" Amrin practically moaned in relief when she saw Zeydaan. Then she turned towards Blaze. "PREPARE TO SPEND THE NEXT WEEK SCRUBBING THE TOILETS CLEAN WITH A FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH FOR THAT LITTLE STUNT!" she screamed in the nastiest voice Zeydaan had ever heard her speak with. Blaze cringed. The wolf-dragon barely even noticed the drama. "WHEEEEEEE!" Wings spread, Zeydaan Jem had fledged!

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                                                                 FEBRUARY 2023

THE RIB PAGE

I hear good things about the book Beaver Land. Check it out!

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Will one of the next Knives out star The Muppets??

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Tom Brady and Ozzy Osbourne have retired. ** Dr. Phil is hanging up his show.

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Some singer I have never heard of named Chris Young apparently acted like an ass to Elle King on a new show called Barmageddon. Word is he could not take the heat when she started beating him in some sort of game. Do we care?

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Ok.. So I know pretty much nothing about Melissa Rauch who leads the new Night Court. I must give her respect though. She walked onto Seth Meyers in sweats. Yes!! Why these people want to sit there so uncomfortable is beyond me. Good for her for being herself. Hey, hooray for the people who wanna get dolled up but she should be herself. ** So it wasn’t but a few days later that I saw Colbert thanking Trevor Noah for wearing a tie and jacket. He also belittled Don Lemon for the way he was dressed on CNN. Colbert claims that it is a late -night show and people should make an effort. Oh please, it’s a late show, calm the fuck down. When did the Late Show host become the fashion police?? UGH!!! Colbert also asked Noah what his first concert was. That is a Kevin Nealon question. Let’s all hike with Kevin where one can be casual.**Bill Maher complimented a guest’s Converse but stated he couldn’t wear them at his age. When did these old liberal guys get so hung up on dress etiquette?? Please, nobody wear white after Labor Day on these programs. Live and let live? And one more thing about Maher. He gets a lot of shit about his thoughts on obesity. I don’t really care but on the Jan. 27 show, I have to admit that he really got himself worked up about it. It was almost comical.

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For the first time since 1923, there were multiple votes in the House of Representatives to pick a leader. Boebert and Greene reportedly had it out in the ladies room and Gaetz and Rogers about went at it out on the house floor. Kevin McCarthy did finally prevail after many promises to other Republicans. ** It seems to have brought he and Marjorie Taylor Greene together. They love the attention. Steve Scalise is the majority leader. Should we let the 118th congress hold us hostage? ** We have their rants against the IRS and indoctrination in schools to look forward to. The Republicans have gotten rid of the metal detectors. It seems they are itching to get the public and their weapons inside. The southern border and Ukraine will probably suffer because of their cuts. To be fair, we have spent about $50 mil or is it billion so far? Biden is sending the Abrams tanks but that could take a year.  ** Do we have enough proof yet that most of the dysfunction stems from Republicans? They sure keep filling up the swamp. ** I heard someone say that there were twice as many Mikes in the GOP as women. That sucks but there really are a lot of Mikes out there. I was engaged to 3 in a row!!

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There are reports that gas stoves should become a thing of the past. I get it but cooking would suck.

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Is someone going to make a feature film about Michelle McNamara’s life?

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The Dallas zoo is under tight security. Recently there have been cut fences and shady dealings with the Leopards, monkeys and a dead vulture.  

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New Zealand’s new Prime Minister is Chris Hipkins.

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Ryan Seacrest and Andy Cohen seemed to be in a bit of a feud after the New Year. That sounds like THE  blandest fight of all time. I mean who gives a fuck? How did these guys even become famous. I will never get their relevance. `1

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What the fuck is going on in Mexico and Brazil??El Chapo’s son, Ovidio Guzman was arrested and people were told to shelter in place. Airports were closed and school suspended. South America is pulling a similar coup ala USA. It is all a big game to Bannon and Bolsonaro and all the partners in crime. The haters won’t stop until the whole world blows itself up. ** Why does the main stream media practically ignore these international stories?? Talk about Trump or the housewives and they are all over it.  

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We have 3.5% unemployment!

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Biden gave the Presidential citizens medal to 14 people who defended democracy. We all owe them so much.

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Neal Schon and Jonathan Cain of Journey are in a feud. In the legal battle, Schon alleges that Cain’s wife, Paula (televangelist and Trump’s spiritual advisor) has access to Journey’s personal accounts and is racking up personal bills. She is also playing Journey music at Trump events which the rest of the band would like to stop. . Is everyone associated with Scary Clown a shady character? Well, Yes, I suppose so.  

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Scary Clown 45 has renewed his ridiculous beef with Ruby Freeman. He is putting new garbage out there to make her life miserable. Trump and his ilk seem to treat people like chess pieces, not actual people. ** Trump and 2 rioters have been sued by the estate of Brian Sicknick for $10 mil. The suit states that there was “a direct and foreseeable consequence of Trump’s words that day.”

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42,964 cannabis convictions have been erased.

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I am so sick of both sides yelling that the voting public does not care about this issue or that. I assure you that myself and the that people I know care about who leads the house of representatives and what classifies docs are floating around out there. Transparent?? Not quite. Pence, Trump and Biden all have documents?? This would lead us to believe that all politicians take home stuff they probably shouldn’t. The government does appear to be pretty loosey goosy. It just seems that the quality of work and discipline have gotten sloppy. If I walked out of work with stuff I shouldn’t, it would probably end right then and there for me. ** Sen. Graham claims that he has no docs, just chicken sandwich wrappers.  

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Pam Anderson claims that Tim Allen flashed her on the set of Home Improvement. He denies the accusation. That sounds about right. Why do men think everyone wants to see their penis?

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Succession will be back on March 26.

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There was a stupid incident with Rooty, the great root bear from A&W. They put out a joke statement that the bear would wear pants now. Fox news ran with that with a ‘woke’ headline. They sure love their buzz words.  

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NPR’s John Burnett is retiring after 36 years. His parting words: “Elect more women leaders. There’s too much testosterone in positions of power. They get us in these foolish, macho, prideful and unnecessary conflicts over and over and over.”** “I don’t know if men should hold political office, they are too emotional.” -Steve Colbert

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Nepo?? C’mon!! Every business has families. How many ‘and sons’ have we seen in a lifetime? Don’t families work farms together? Why is Hollywood different? Where would we be without some famous family members like Anthony Perkins, Natalie Cole, Jamie Lee Curtis, Colin Hanks, Angelica Huston, Danny Huston, Jack Huston, Rashida Jones, or Rob Reiner??? These are some of our finest artists.

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The Golden Globes were back. My best dressed were Colman Domingo, Britt Lower, Niecy Nash Betts, Rhea Seehorn, Jessica Chastain, Jean Smart, Jenny Ortega, Quinta Brunson, F. Murray Abraham, Anya Taylor-Joy, Viola Davis, Stephanie Hsu, and Michelle Yeow. Not crazy about Claire Danes and Michelle Williams but I usually do not favor their fashion choices. It works for them. I will never understand why the E reporting can’t be a little more seamless. Quicker cuts would help that awkward exiting of the stars. Jerrod Carmichael was the host. The show seemed to move awful slow and was really ready to rake themselves over the coals. The best part was Chloe Flowers, the pianist. I found that to be a nice addition. The dude from ‘The Bear’ could not have “Um” anymore if he tried. It seemed that they picked all the winners from the back. Half the show was watching winners get to the stage. C’mon Quinta Brunson.. You looked good but that dress seemed like a nightmare to travel all that way!! And I was disgusted by the fucking phones. It is bad enuf that the world is staring at their cells. It sucks that so many tv scenes are between people on their phones, talking and texting. Now, people have their speeches on their phone and they are wasting time scrolling to find it. Pull out a note card and surprise! There it is!!!!! Ok, call me old fashioned. I also don’t ever remember so many winners telling their WHOLE life stories. Most of my choices did not win the big prize like no Hader, no Odenkirk and no Glover. Hooray for Evan Peters and for Julia Garner and her short but sweet acceptance speech. Billy Porter was fab in his intro to Ryan Murphy who took the Carol Burnett award. How impressive is Murphy’s body of work. Wow!!** Eddie Murphy was given the Cecil B. DeMille award.

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And I am glad for Abbott Elementary and the love they are getting. Please put white nerdy teach and the janitor together more often. They are such a great comedy team!!!!!

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There is a new House Party. The trailer reminds of an episode of Atlanta.

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Alec Baldwin has been charged in the shooting on the Rust film set.

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Season 4 of Barry just wrapped shooting!!

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Ron Jeremy was declared incompetent with severe dementia in his rape trial.

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2023 brings Europe and Australia the Weird Al/ Emo Phillips tour.  Yeow!!!!!!

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Olivia Hussey and Leonard Whiting have filed a lawsuit that accuses Paramount of sexually exploiting them and distributing nude images of adolescent children. The suit stems from the 1968 film, Romeo and Juliet.

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Was it coincidence that there were technical difficulties during Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s segment remembering Barbara Walters on The View??

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Football fans came together Damar Wilson from the Buffalo Bills as his heart stopped on the field. He is actually up and moving again.

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In sexual assault news: Cosby wants to tour again.** Andrew Tate was arrested for human trafficking. Before that he took pride in putting down Greta Thunberg but she responded: smalldickenergy@getalife.com. Go girl!!

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The release of Trump’s taxes has revealed a few things. He wrote off the Stormy Daniels payment. He did not donate his presidential salary as he promised. We are not hearing much about it after all the preamble. ** And now, he can come back to Facebook. He is supposed to be exclusive to Truth Social but we will see. ** Word is that about 25% of our national debt occurred during the Trump administration.** The average American pays 13.3% in taxes. The 25 richest of us pay about 3.4%.  

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The 95th Oscar noms were announced. There is already an investigation into the way some people were nominated. We will see how that plays out. It was great to see noms for Judd Hirsch, Brendan Gleeson, Andrea Seborough and especially Brendan Fraser and Brian Tyree Henry. The films up for best pic are All quiet on the western front, Avatar, the way of water, Banshees if inersherin, Elvis, Everything, everywhere all at once, The Fabelmans, Tar, Top Gun Maverick, Triangle of sadness and Women talking.

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Beyonce and Rebel Wilson were slammed for living it up in Dubai. Beyonce gave a concert for $24 mil. Human rights be damned. Perhaps she gave it to charity.

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Should Leno quit driving?  

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Why does it take so many overpaid pundits to talk football on these playoffs?? You look up at halftime and there is like 7 guys sitting there. What?

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Are there really 2 states, Alabama and Mississippi that celebrate King-Lee day?? Is it true that 2 states honor Martin Luther King AND Robert E. Lee?

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Sundance is back in person. The U.S. dramatic grand jury prize went to ‘A thousand and one.’ The audience winners were The Persian Version and Beyond Utopia. The festival favorite was Radical.

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The trials involving the proud boys have brought to light their club rules. Proud boys are to sing their anthem, Proud of your boys from Aladdin, every night. Members are only allowed to ejaculate alone every 30 days. Otherwise, ejaculate must be within 1 yard of a woman.

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George Santos lied about his Mother’s death and just about everything else he claimed about his life. Hey Voters: Check into these candidates out BEFORE you vote them in. One would think that full throated lies would get a person thrown out but this is politics. Santos did admit to buying merchandise with a stolen checkbook and was not prosecuted because he could not be found. This may be the only offense that anyone can prosecute but to what consequence?? Is Santos his real name? Was it legal when he filed to run his campaign? He recently did a re-do on his paperwork. Where did he get his $?

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Tyler Massengill of Chillicothe, Il was arrested for the malicious use of fire and an explosive to damage and attempt to damage a place of interstate commerce. Massengill, according to the video tape threw a molotov cocktail into Peoria’s planned parenthood health center on January 15th. He claims that Illinois right to life will provide an attorney but they say, “no.”. He could get 5- 40 years for the $1 million in damages.

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So, they investigated the leak in the Supreme Court and they did not interview the Justices themselves??

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Have we all seen this holy spirit board?? We can buy a Christian talking board with a planchette to communicate directly with Jesus. Any takers?

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Some people seem upset about a 50th anniversary Dark side of the Moon set because of the rainbow on the cover. Yes, the prism colors were on the original design so I don’t get the beef.

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Last year, there were 7,501 threats against congress. Stop the hate people, do we really want to be spending our $ here??

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The Illinois Supreme Court has blocked the new No Cash bail or The Pretrial Fairness Act just before it should start on January 1.  On Dec. 28, a Kankakee judge ruled the provision unconstitutional.  

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Five former Memphis officers, Bean, Haley, Mills, Smith and Martin were fired and charged with multiple counts including 2nd degree murder for the murder of Tyree Nichols. The swift action could be contributed to their skin color but ALL police misconduct should be handled this way. It is being called the Blueprint. Yes! Of course, it all depends on local laws. Some states are more protective of the officer’s rights and things may have gone very differently.

*****

R.I.P. Anita Pointer, Fred White, Chris Ledesma, Frank Galati, Don Williams, Fay Weldon, Adam Rich, Lisa Marie Presley, Dorothy Tristan, Fred White, Jeremiah Green, Michael Levin, Jeff Beck, Gina Lollobrigida, Robbie Knievel, Carole Cook, Russell Banks, Jerry Blavat, Jean Veloz, Charles White, Sister Andre, victims in the latest mass casualties ( I think about 30some shootings so far this year), Yoshio Yoda, Haiti cholera victims, Tyre Nichols, Dean Daughtry, Tom Verlaine, Barrett Strong, Piers Haggard, Lance Kerwin, Cindy Williams and Alice Green.

[marvelouspeterparker]

Can ya do like smut like exhibition kink with Tom and mean dom Tom x reader pls 🥺

i made this a halloween blurb––surprise! 

you didn’t really understand the reality of the whole clark kent/superman disguise until tonight. you were wearing a black cat costume, the bodysuit, the wig, the mask and all, and no one seemed to recognize you––which you were grateful for, because halloween was supposed to be a fun night and you didn’t want to spend it worrying about the paparazzi catching and exposing you. 

tom, of course, decided to be spider-man, and he even wore one of his actual suits from the movie––the stealth one to be precise, it just matched more with your costume. and how he managed to convince the studio to let him borrow it? you had no idea. but you weren’t complaining. he looked hot. and so did you.

to be completely honest you weren’t too sure who’s party this was exactly, but you saw a few familiar faces, z, harry and harrison were around somewhere so you weren’t too worried. 

so far you’d been having a great time––it was honestly comical seeing people notice you and make comments that were a little bit ironic. 

“hey dude!” one over enthusiastic guy had shouted over the music when he approached you and tom, “night monkey! haha dope man, super realistic too––” 

tom had squeezed your waist as if to say, if only he knew. but he responded, amused, “haha thanks man, appreciate it!”

you could tell tom was smiling behind the mask, since his goggles were up, you could see his eyes crinkled as he looked at the young man––but that soon changed when he kept talking. his eyes shifted to you and a smirk appeared on his face, “and i mean black cat––” he paused to look you up and down, his eyes lingering a little too long on the exposed skin of your chest. “wow i mean, you are one lucky spider,” he looked back to tom who was now less than amused, his eyes staring dead at him. 

“trust me,” his voice was clipped, “i know,” he pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist through the skin tight leather. you quickly thanked the man, not wanting to cause a scene since he was clearly drunk, and pulled tom away to get a drink. 

when you settled down with your drinks by the counter, you took a sip and stared at tom sensually over the rim of your cup, deciding to have a little fun––it was halloween after all.

he could see in your eyes that you were planning something and he warned you not to play any games tonight––you could tell he wasn’t going to be nice if you did. so of course you just had to.

just as he pulled his mask back down after downing his drink, you stepped closer to him, practically nuzzling into him like a cat. you slid one hand up behind his neck and lifted your thigh up, making tom grip your leg to steady you. you nuzzled your face into the side of his mask and giggled sinfully, “no need to be mad tommy, you know i’m all yours” you slid a hand down, biting your lip, “but tell me,” you grabbed his bulge, knowing it was sensitive since he decided to go bare tonight, “how you holding up in there?”

you barely heard him growl over the music, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to find a vacant room. you could feel your heart racing, the wind blowing past you as he pulled you along. it wasn’t long before he found a room, quickly ushering you inside and locking the door. 

you could see him scanning the room, but what he was looking for, you had no idea. he made his way over to the window and opened the curtains, before pulling his mask off and throwing it aside. you made your way over to him and looked out the window, noticing all the people scattered in the backyard. none of them were paying attention, but if anyone were to look up, you’d be right there, getting your back blown out.

he smirked as he watched you going through all these thoughts––he’d never put you in an uncomfortable situation, he knew you liked this. he wasted no time and pulled the zipper of your costume down, exposing your breasts. he squeezed them, the almost harsh material in comparison to his soft fingertips contrasting on your skin, making your nipples pebble immediately. he tugged them harshly before grabbed your cheeks with one hand, and your throat with the other and you gasped.

“you don’t get to touch,” he completely disregarded your pout, “you don’t even get to look at me.” he turned you around and pushed you against the window. 

“why even lock the door if we’re doing this in front of the window?” you couldn’t help but ask. you felt him come up behind you and whisper in your ear and your breath hitched.

“they can watch me pound this little pussy, and see exactly who you belong to––but there’s no way in hell i’m letting anyone interrupt me while i put you in your place.” 

he slid the material down your arms and pushed it past your ass. you could hear him suck in a breath at the surprise you had for him. 

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered to himself. you shook your bare ass eagerly for him, teasing him even further. 

“thought you’d be lonely if you were the only one going commando. didn’t wanna let you have all the fun––”

he cut you off with a loud smack on your ass and you whimpered. “always have to be such a fucking tease don’t you?” he wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, “always such a. needy. slut.” 

you felt yourself shiver from his words and before you could even respond, he bent down and spread your cheeks before burying his face in you. you sighed and clutched the window sill for support, pressing your face against the cold glass. tom’s tongue quickly made it’s way through your folds, the wet slurping noises were deafening but you were way too far gone to be embarrassed. he was eagerly licking you up, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he sucked on your clit. 

at first, you were glancing out the window, worrying about whether or not people would see you, but as tom went on, you stopped caring. he was hitting all the right places in all the right ways, going straight to make you cum, instead of taking his time as usual. soon, you were ready to tip over the edge. you whined, gripping the window harder. “m’gonna cum tom––” 

without so much as a warning, he pulled away from you, his hand coming up to smack you once again when you made a sound of protest. luckily for tom, they managed to put a zip in this suit so he easily pulled himself out and immediately thrust himself inside of you. you gasped and within seconds, he was pounding into you, his fingers dug into your waist as he pulled you back to him from the force of his thrusts. 

“f–fuck tommy!”

“yeah that’s right,” he brought a hand around to squeeze at your breast before bringing it back to it’s spot on your waist, “say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.”

you whined and his thrusts got even harder and faster. your fingers were pressed up against the glass as you looked out at everyone, oblivious underneath you both. you were panting so much, you could see the condensation start to form on the window, and tom noticed as well.

“aww is my dumb little kitty being fucked so good she can’t even breathe properly?”

you moaned at his degrading words and you could tell he was smirking at the sight of you. “that’s it, just stay there and get my cock wet. that’s all your good for tonight.” 

he pressed you further into the window so your breasts were pushed up against the glass, and the cold was both refreshing and shocking against your skin, hard nipples pebbled against the glass. the fact that anyone would be able to clearly see you was both embarrassing and exhilarating. 

“christ-–”

you could tell tom was close, “you gonna cum in me baby?”

“you want me to cum in that messy pussy, darling?”

you nodded as best you could with your head against the glass. 

“aww well that’s too bad.” he pulled out, stroking himself slowly to calm himself down. “sluts don’t get what they want.”

before you could complain, he spoke up, and it was probably for the best. “on your knees, come on.” 

you turned around and lowered yourself in front of his cock, the leather bunched around your knees, restricting your movements. you looked up at him and he bit his lip, speeding up his movements. “open up.” 

you licked your lips and opened your mouth eagerly, ready to be good, hoping he’d let you cum. he slid himself into your inviting mouth and groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were. 

“can you taste yourself on my cock, darling?” you nodded as best you could around him, “can you taste how much of a slut you are?” you moaned and he chuckled at how desperate you sounded. 

“gonna use this pretty little mouth of yours––” he started thrusting into your mouth slowly as you bobbed your head, “and you’re gonna stay there like the cock hungry whore you are and take it.” 

you were licking, slurping and sucking his cock the way he liked, your hands on your lap, barely even acknowledging the burn you felt in your thighs as they stretched the leather. 

tom put his hands on your cheeks and looked you in the eyes as he got close again, “you gonna swallow all my cum like a good girl?” you hummed and he cursed, closing his eyes as he thrusted into your mouth, his cock throbbing as he shot his load down your throat. “f––fuck, that’s it.” he thrusted slowly a few more times before pulling out and rubbing the tip along your parted lips. “go on,” his eyes were glaring at you, daring you to defy him. 

you looked up at him innocently and swallowed it all, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him and even going so far as to licking a stripe up his cock and sucking the tip until he pulled away. 

“cheeky little thing you are.”

you smirked up at him and he licked his lips, zipping himself back up again.

you didn’t even try to hide your disappointment. “aww what’s wrong?” he pouted, “you didn’t actually think i’d let you cum tonight, did you?”

you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. 

he brought his thumb to your lips, his hand tilting your jaw up as he leaned down to your level to whisper in your ear. “i told you,” he bit your earlobe before pulling away to look at the desperate look in your eyes. “sluts don’t get what they want.” he tilted his head teasingly, “you know what they do get though?” he paused to look you up and down and you felt yourself shiver under his gaze. “they get punished.” 

he kissed you roughly for a few moments and grabbed his mask off the floor as you tried to catch your breath. he stepped back and crossed his arms. “now get dressed, i’d like to enjoy the rest of the party.” 

[danger-xylophones]

Can you do something with Cad Bane being jealous? 🥺

One for the bastard man, coming right up. (So sorry this took so freaking long, I fell into a rut and it just wouldn’t go away. But I got this written and I hope you like it!)

“You do know that you don’t have to do that right?” You asked with a wry smile on your face as you glanced out the corner of your eye at the hat-wearing bounty hunter. He huffed in response and tightened his grip on your waist in response, further wringing the fabric of his coat he’d unceremoniously tossed over your senatorial dress. 

“Yes, I do.” He gritted out, voice low and dangerous as he sized up the citizens of Coruscant the two of you passed by. “This place is crawling with scum, doll. And every one of them could be lookin’ for  a way to snatch up a pretty little senator like yourself.” 

You snorted unceremoniously at his statement but pressed closer to him all the same. “Doubtful, Cad. But if it makes you feel better, I won’t complain.” Cad didn’t acknowledge the sentiment out loud but you felt him pull you closer again with a grumpy huff. You giggled at the angry grimace  he wore and reached up to pinch at his chin. “Cheer up, you grump. This is supposed to be a romantic evening.”  

With a growl, he tore his face away and pinched your side in retaliation, eliciting a shriek that you barely managed to stifle. “I’m plenty romantic, izrin. C’mon,” he grunted pulling you in a random direction, “let’s get a drink.”

“Yeah, you’re a real casanova.” You muttered under your breath. Although, in truth, there was little room for disdain - you were just happy to be out with him before your big speech to the galaxy tomorrow. Without comment, Cad maneuvered the two of you through the throng of people to a seedy-looking bar. Upon entering the establishment, your nose was immediately bombarded by the stench of cheap whiskey, sweat, and grime and you had to fight the urge to turn around and head out into the marginally cleaner Coruscant air. But, Bane’s firm grip on your waist reminded you that this was one of the few times you could be with Bane without a real threat of discovery. So, you sucked it up. The bar was filled with people of all species - some clad in armor, others barely clad in anything - and further solidified in your mind that this had to be a hotspot for bounty hunters and criminals. With that realization, you found your own arm winding around Cad’s waist to secure yourself to him. You weren’t scared, per se, just a bit wary of your surroundings suddenly. 

There was a telltale rumble emanating from Cad Bane’s chest and a second later a gentle brush of his hand down the length of your arm. “I got you, izrin, don’ worry.” He mumbled just for you to hear as he continued to quietly chuckle at your discomfort. With all the confidence in the galaxy, Cad led you over to a lonesome booth in the corner of the cantina shrouded in relative darkness. He swept his free hand out to gesture for you to take a seat and you reluctantly let go of him to do so. Cad watched you crowd into the corner of the booth for a moment with crossed arms before humming suddenly, “You want anything?” 

You perked up. “A Nubian Sparkler?” 

“No, doll.” He chuckled at you with a slight tilt of his head causing your face to flush. “They only sell hard stuff here, none of those fruity drinks you senators enjoy so much.” 

“Oh,” you coughed, “nevermind then.” You shifted in the booth and pulled his coat tighter around you. Cad shook his head at you and left without another word, making a beeline for the bar. With your lips pulled into a thin line, you admired the duros leaning on the countertop of the bar from the comfort of the corner of the booth. You were an odd pair, you knew that - a senator and a bounty hunter. Sometimes you wondered how this relationship even came to be and how it continued to work. You knew it had started out as just sex but it had definitely grown into something more. There was this underlying tenderness you couldn’t pinpoint. 

Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. Reluctantly you dragged your eyes away from Cad and to your right just in time to make eye contact with a man who was hesitantly approaching you. But the second your eyes met his, he suddenly started to swagger over to you. He was conventionally attractive with lightly tanned skin from frequent exposure to sun - Tattooine native, perhaps? - fluffy looking red hair, and high cheekbones to balance out his still baby-round cheeks. He had sparse armor that looked brand new and a pistol strapped to his hip that glinted in the low lighting as if it had been freshly polished. Everything about him - from the brand new armor to the arrogant swagger - screamed young and naive. And not your type. Although you knew he probably wouldn’t pick up on the nonverbal signal, you set your face and looked back to the bar where it appeared as though Cad Bane was getting ready to threaten the trandoshan standing next to him. 

“Hey.” Like you had predicted, the man hadn’t picked up on the hint. Inwardly you groaned, already annoyed, but outwardly you just sighed and turned to the hotshot. He was standing at the end of the table with chest puffed out, one hand on his hip, the other on the table as he leaned forward, and one foot crossed over the other so the toe of his boot balanced his leg. You had to fight the urge to laugh when you saw what you thought was meant to be a smirk on his face. You knew it was supposed to make him look confident - all it did was make him comical. 

Boredly, you raised one eyebrow at him and made a purposeful show of sizing him up. After another quick glance at Cad, (who was indeed pointing his blaster at the Trandoshan hunter next to him) you decided to spare the kid his wrath. “Not interested.” You stated with a click of your tongue. His face fell immediately. 

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say!” He protested, pose faltering, in a higher voice than he had initially greeted you with. 

“Don’t need to, move along.” You remained firm.

“Can I at least get your name?” The man continued, even going so far as to slide into the opposite booth. You bristled immediately. 

“No. End of story. Now move along.” You repeated, going so far as to make a shooing motion at him. Again, you set your face and returned your focus to Cad while remaining keenly aware of the persistent young man that was still seated in the opposing booth. The situation at the bar was escalating at a steady rate (The Trandoshan had his own blaster out now) and so was your agitation with the man as you could feel his gaze on you. 

“Oh, I see...” he mumbled suddenly, startling you enough for you to look at him. He was leaning on his elbows on the table now with fingers tented beneath his chin and a focused gleam in his eyes as he darted his gaze between Cad and you. “You’re interested in Cad Bane.” 

That did pull a huff of laughter from you and you subconsciously wrapped the coat still concealing your high-ranking status closer. “Yeah, that’s a word for it.” 

“Uh huh...well, what if I told you that I could set you up on a date with him?” You froze, trying to process what he had just said whilst fighting the urge to tell him to take a good long look at what you were wearing and what seemed to be missing from the duros bounty hunter. 

“I’d say you’re a dirty liar.” You settled for instead. 

He shook his head frantically, further ruffling his fluffy hair. “No, I can do it - but it’ll cost you.” His face changed, a scheming grin replacing the uncertain and dejected look he’d previously worn. You raised your eyebrow at him again, mildly curious and gestured for him to say his piece. “I want to know your name.”

“And I want to see you follow through on this,” you kept your voice stern, already imagining how well that would go. Although you’d started this interaction wanting to spare him from Cad, now that he was being stupid enough to try coercing you into accepting his invitation you found you didn’t care. A final glance at the bar showed you Cad Bane standing over the body of the Trandoshan, quickly downing a shot of some bright green alcohol. He’d be coming back in a minute.  “I’m Padme.” And he wouldn’t spare the young upstart. 

“Padme...a gorgeous name.” 

At that you did laugh but quickly covered it up with a faux sheepish thank you. “And you are?” 

“Cristen Tiel.” 

You hummed. “I gave you my name - now you go talk to him.” You nodded your head to the duros that was just turning away from the bar to face your booth. You could see the exact moment he noticed whoever this man was because his hand immediately landed on his blaster, his eyes narrowed, and he began to storm over. You glanced at Cristen just in time to see him blanch. A silky laugh slipped from you at the sight. You straightened up in the booth and obnoxiously adjusted the lapels of Cad Bane’s coat along with your hair, making a great show of preening for the approaching bounty hunter. It caught the attention of Cristen and he wilted. With a small smirk of your own cast in his direction, you left the table and stepped in the way of Cad before he got to Cristen. “Cad, your friend here was just telling me about how he could set me up on a date with you.” You purred, letting one hand fall on his chest in both a romantic gesture and a way of forcing Bane to halt.

Without looking away from Cristen who looked about ready to piss himself, Cad’s hands came up to lock onto your waist. “Did he now? Mighty kind of him.” He lowered his voice, dipping into that low drawl you knew he used to intimidate targets. “’Specially considerin’ he owes me for bailing.” 

“B-Bane! Um, I...S’good to see you made it out! Uh...I-I was ju-just keeping...uh, Padme here company!” Cristen stammered out as he hurriedly got to his feet, a loud thunk following when he smacked his knee against the table. 

Wordlessly, Cad looked down at you and you just shrugged in response. “Yeah...” he began, “my fullua is quite charming.” Cad finished in a low voice, one hand creeping around to encircle your waist completely while the other fell to his blaster again. 

Cristen swallowed nervously, eyes darting down to the blaster and back up to Cad and then to you. Calmly, you looked him dead in the eye and mouthed the word ‘run’ and that was all it took for him to start scampering. He didn’t get far though. Just as Cristen got to the door of the cantina, a single blaster bolt cut through the air and speared him right in the back. The young bounty hunter fell forward and landed flat on his face. A hush fell over the bar as patrons looked to the body with the smoking hole in the back. Then, all of a sudden, everyone sprung back to life - completely ignoring what had just happened. The next moment, Cad was pulling you out of the cantina and back out into the Coruscant night life. 

Angry mutterings slipped from the duros, a mix of basic and durese too condensed to make out any words as he roughy cut his way through startled citizens all milling about. You chose not to fight and just let the man lead you wherever he deemed appropriate with an oddly amused smile on your face despite technically just witnessing a homocide (perhaps, Cad was rubbing off of on you more than you realized). 

Cad took a hard left and eventually came to a stop in an alleyway still fuming and muttering about the cantina. He released you almost violently, as though your skin had suddenly burned him, and began pacing in front of you. You took the opportunity to lean against the only clean spot on the wall and fold your arms across your chest. Cad made two more laps before you decided to call out. “Cad.” Nothing. “Cad.” Still, no response but his angry mutterings transitioned fully into durese. “Cad.” You pitched your voice higher and added a lilt but still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you pushed off of the wall with your foot and stepped in front of him. “Cad!” You yelled at him and grabbed his forearms before he had the chance to reach for his blasters out of habit. 

“What?!” He yelled back.

“You need to calm down.” You lowered your voice back to its normal volume and released his arms to cross your own. “We’re not in the cantina any more, there’s no need for you to be this worked up.” 

“I am not worked up.” He huffed. 

“Right, and I’m not in love with a hard ass.” You fired back with a mocking nod of your head. Cad’s jaw tightened at the sass but he ultimately remained quiet. In the silence that followed, you took the opportunity to examine Cad in an effort to pinpoint what exactly was bothering him. With an idea in mind, you glided forward and reached out to cup his face with both hands. “Thank you.” You quietly murmured, watching his face for any minuscule reaction. 

“For what?” He asked, hands settling on your hips this time in a stronger than normal grip. You took a note of it. 

“For dealing with...that back there. He was starting to get on my nerves.” 

“One of the reasons I keep on tellin’ you to carry a blaster.” 

You rolled your eyes at the mention of the ongoing argument. “I would, Cad, but you have to admit it would look a bit strange for a senator to be lugging around an LL30-blaster pistol.” 

“Be attractive though.” He muttered, bowing his head just slightly to brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as your hands fell to rest against his chest, not exactly use to Bane’s softer side peeking out, but he paused suddenly. “On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t.” 

You eyes flew open and you sent the bounty hunter a disbelieving gape as you received the confirmation to your theory that you needed. “Cad, listen to me.” Your voice grew hard as you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “I want you to take a good long look at where we are.” Cad, albeit reluctantly, did as he was told before returning his attention to you with a questioning squint. “Look at what I’m wearing.” He gave you a quick once over. “Look at where I am.” While Bane seemed to retreat into his head for a moment, you were quick to curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and press your face against his chest, just below his clavicle. “We’re in an alley way on Coruscant, alone, while I’m wearing your coat - a coat, might I add, that you never let anyone touch -  while you’re holding me in your arms.” You lifted your head enough to gently press a kiss to his jaw. “What further proof do you need that I’m yours and that I’m not leaving you?” 

Cad took a moment, letting one of his hands previously resting on your waist travel upwards to the back of your head. With the new positioning, he was able to angle your head upwards and to the side. Finally, he dropped his head enough for him to murmer, “The rest of the galaxy to know,” into your ear. Without warning, Cad was walking you backwards and firmly pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss that stole the air from you lungs. Your back met the wall of the alley with a harsh thump that pulled a startled yelp from your throat that was swiftly muffled by Cad’s mouth. Still, he persisted, pressing you against the wall and never straying too far when the need for air arose. You separated again, chest heaving in a hurried attempt to gulp down the much needed air before Cad decided to continue. But, it seemed like the bounty hunter had found something else to concern himself with. While you were distracted, Cad moved to your neck and immediately found his mark high - just under the curve of your jaw - where nothing you owned would cover. You couldn’t even find the energy to be annoyed - too consumed by the feeling of Cad sucking a dark mark into the sensitive skin. 

Slowly, he pulled away and brought his hand up to clasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There,” he hummed with a disarming smirk while he angled your head to the side to examine your neck, “I expect to see that during your speech tomorrow, fullua.” 

[davidmann95]

New Superman show! Thoughts?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the new Superman animated series?

cheerfullynihilistic said: Thoughts on the new HBO Max DC animated shows?

Anonymous said: A NEW SUPERMAN CARTOON!!!!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!! Also another Batman cartoon. That looks cool too

jcogginsa said: NEW SUPERMAN CARTOON!

Anonymous said: So what do you want from the new animated show? It seems to be about a “Year 2” Superman which suits me perfectly, I just want fun adventures with the trio. We’ve still got S&L and the animated movies for a more “mature” take on Superman if this is too childish.

deathchrist2000 said: So they’re making a new Superman cartoon about him falling for Lois. Thoughts?

As it happens I had to wake up much earlier than usual today, so I saw the Batman announcement pretty much as soon as it happened. I had the car ride to the comic book store to think about it, mulled over the notion that while I like Batman too much to be resentful about this it was of course notable that there was no accompanying Superman announcement, leading me to conclude that hey, they should make a Superman cartoon too, a blistering spark of unprecedented inspiration to be sure. Then since I was early I checked my phone while waiting for the store to open, and I believe I audibly yelped.

In the order they were announced: psyched for Caped Crusader! I guess this is what the ‘BTAS is coming back!’ rumors a few months ago were about, and if this basically is “BTAS but serialized, getting to go heavier, and with modern production values”, I’m more than onboard with these names attached. Assuming Abrams’ role is mostly ceremonial, and hoping since he wasn’t in the original Hollywood Reporter headline with the other two Timm’s is mostly aesthetic (the degree to which his input beyond that could be a good thing depends on how much his uncomfortable horniness can be reigned in. Not even saying anything less than exceedingly horny, just don’t have Bruce and Barbara hook up again), this looks to be mainly Reeves’ baby which really shows how far WB is investing in him as the shepherd of their biggest IP. Must be a dream gig for him, getting to do his versions of the big hyper-modern unique reinvention and the classic iconic take at the same time: between that, Timm getting to go in the darker direction he always wanted, and Abrams getting to put his name on a thing everybody already likes again the way we know that guy loves, everybody’s getting what they want with this one. I can’t imagine this not turning out well.

Additionally, controversial take: despite the Timm design hoping this isn’t another Conroy return, we all love him but he’s phoned it in for a bit now and this should scream new as much as possible.

So first off: love that title. What a joyful, clever, lovely spin on an old standard.

Second: love this setup, aesthetic, and apparent tone! Instantly love this Clark and especially this Lois and their dynamic from the one image alone, I’m not familiar with Jake Wyatt’s work but taking a quick glance I’m very glad to see he’s part of this, and getting folks from the Voltron and She-Ra reboots sends a clear message as if the art wasn’t enough of what kind of thing this is going to try to be. Which is pretty much a perfect tack for a modern Superman cartoon: tell the 20-somethings who watched Adventure Time and Steven Universe and the like “hey, this is like those, but focused on your new age group”, and the kids watching Infinity Train and Owl House “hey this is like those but Superman”. If nothing else doing a show rooted around superheroism as a metaphor for the 20s experience rather than being a teenager is a relatively unique tack (as far as mass-media goes PS4 Spider-Man is the only other one that leaps out at me), and anchoring it and the adventures around the slice-of-life escapades and growth of Lois, Clark, and Jimmy as a trio of friends ala Morrison’s Action rather than the traditional duo with a sidekick is inspired. Gut instinct, but I have a feeling this is gonna be a revelatory Lois interpretation in particular. And if All-Star was Jack Quaid’s reading for inspiration as Clark, well, that’s sure not a bad sign either.

(The above’s from reddit, I guess some concept art from early enough that the title wasn’t finalized; the person who leaked this said the girl on the right is a member of the Newsboy Legion, now the Newskid Legion.)

(Also glad to see he's in his real clothes but if he's starting the show figuring the identity out, and there's some Morrison influence, they could do worse than to have him start in the t-shirt and jeans.)

20 years since the last proper Superman on TV, and now we’re getting two shows at once! One of them Superman for KIDS, if you can imagine such a thing. Between My Adventures With Superman as an early days, poppy all-ages series, Superman & Lois as a drama acting as the de facto sequel to pretty much every prior mass-media Superman take, and the upcoming movie apparently being a fairly standalone prestige reinvention, it really feels like all the bases are being covered. Hot damn, he’s well and truly back. Worth the inevitable agonizing hellpit discourse surrounding the franchise now that it’ll be a young adult animated series open to that scale of criticism, and as noted in my Twitter mentions, while not lining up in the strictest chronological sense, in terms of paving the way for this Superman in the collective cultural headspace McKenna Jean Harris probably deserves some royalties, or at least to get to work on the show.

Anonymous said: DC giveth and DC taketh away. We get a new Superman cartoon!... and an Injustice movie. Oh well it was inevitable right? Disappointed they’re doing Injustice before Kingdom Come though, and the petty side of me hopes we get a Metal adaption with the evil Batmen down the road.

Anonymous said: Injustice is finally getting adapted. That sucks but it looks like they’re adapting the first game’s story?

lol, two out of three ain’t bad

Really don’t care, this whipped up some Twitter mentions but basically no one especially gives a shit about these DTV joints at this point anyway (even if Man of Tomorrow turned out really solid) and the contrast today is a particularly humiliating one. So sure, do this too while you’re at it, a friend noted their new burgeoning shared universe sets it up to adapt the original ‘good Earth V evil Earth’ plot pretty well but it hardly matters.

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

companions react to love/lipstick marks on their or f!soles neck/skin ~

How would romanced companions including Preston react to not realizing that fem!sole left a kiss/lipstick mark on their cheek or neck until someone points it out?💋

Hope this ask doesn't come off as too NSFW?: How'd companions react to someone pointing out the hickies Sole left on them the night before or the ones left on her by them?

so i had two requests that were nearly similar and decided to put them together! i mixed it up a little so there was a variety. this was a cute & silly request. i hope you enjoy! <3

[ nsfw ahead! ]

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Danse:

the minute someone had pointed out the mark on his neck, it’d take him about a minute or two to fully process and comprehend the words that escaped their mouth. once he did, he’d grow horrified, realizing what that mark was and what caused it. all the events from the night before would suddenly hit him like a train and he’d stutter, unable to form any sentence. he would soon give up, eventually thanking and excusing himself from the individual as he scurried over to their house to find the nearest mirror. his face grew unnaturally red as every moment began replaying in his head. he’d remember the exact moment he got that hickey- sole was sitting on his lap, sucking the exposed skin on his neck as he tangled his hand in her hair, his other one squeezing her hip tightly. it’d take him a little while to shake off the embarassment that had built up moments before and he’d shake his head a few times before looking at the mirror. after assessing the damage on his neck, he’d come to a conclusion to wear anything and everything that could conceal it from the public. he’d try to maintain a professional appearance as much as he possibly could and would talk to sole about slowing it down and softening it up a bit once she returned from her week long mission. little did he know, he was about to do anything but that. the more time passed by, the thought of softening it began to fade into oblivion as he wondered how those same marks would look on her soft skin. he was probably gonna go at it harder with the lack of her presence around him, he just had to wait and see. there was just no winning with sole.

Deacon:

the bright red lipstick mark on his collarbone wouldn’t faze him once someone had brought it up. deacon would think they were pulling his leg to mess with him, but was soon to be proven as nothing but the truth when tom had pulled out a mirror in front of him. his eyes would linger on the lipstick stain on his skin and notice the stain that had marked on his signature white shirt. with a dramatic whine, he’d comically throw his arms in the air, “aw man! this is my favorite shirt too!” tom would laugh at him and shove his arm playfully with a grin, “don’t be complaining now. i’d kill to have someone to spend my life with.” deacon shot him a look that screamed ‘touché’ and stretched his collar out a little to see the stain better. with a nod of approval, he’d lightly brush his fingers over the mark as he observed it, “can’t deny that i look pretty good in red, dontcha think?” tom would roll his eyes, going back to the terminal he was once working on. “whatever you say, dude.” deacon would send him one last grin before stalking off elsewhere, “i’m right and you know it.” once nightfall had hit and they found themselves alone in a private area, he’d push them against a wall gently and suck on their collarbone. sole would squeak in surprise and moan at the feeling of his tongue traveling along her chest. she’d grab shoulders as he worked his way down. “this is what you get for ruining my favorite shirt.” he’d mutter onto her skin, placing soft kisses against it. they both knew it wasn’t about the shirt, deacon could give less of a shit. even if it was a black shirt, he’d do the same exact thing he was doing now. he just thought that lipstick stain was hot, really.

Hancock:

a man would confront the mayor about soles marks on her neck and arms out of concern, wondering if she was getting injured on her adventures and not informing him. with a proud grin and a hearty laugh, he would thank the resident of his town for his concern and ease his worries with hints that could easily be deciphered. “those are special marks, brother,” he’d wink at the man, who’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape in what seemed like surprise, “and i know exactly what they’re from.” the man would take a moment to process the mayors words and would excuse himself quietly, with a light blush on his face. he would take a lot of pride on it, having no shame in announcing that he was the source of the marks. he’d gladly leave a hundred more on sole if she’d let him. the feeling of her skin on his lips and the sounds she always made when he did so put him in absolute bliss. when him and sole stopped by the third rail for a quick drink and talk, he’d hug her from behind and whisper in her ear huskily. “you look amazing, sunshine.” he’d trace over the marks that littered her arms, softly brushing his fingers over them. sole would lean into him, muttering in response, “you really didn’t hold back, did you, love?” sole felt his lips ghost over her neck and his hands travel down her side, sending shivers down her spine, “don’t think i’m done just yet, sunshine. i’m far from it.” she has never pulled hancock faster out of a building than she did now.

Maccready:

absolutely childish about it at first once someone points out the hickey that was plastered on his neck for everyone to see. he’d let out a girlish scream and cover it up with his scarf, nearly startling the person in front of him. with a flushed face, he’d nod at the settler, “t-thanks.” they would acknowledge his words and he’d take off without a second thought, silently ‘cursing’ to himself. even if maccready complained about it to you, he knows he likes the idea of him being marked and he is well aware he’ll do it again someday. it still doesn’t change the fact that he tries to hide it though, wearing things he’d normally never wear; turtlenecks, things with collars, scarves, and anything and everything that could possibly conceal it. it’s well known that mac isn’t too fond of attention on himself and prefers things to stay private between himself and his loved ones. though his intentions were to hide it from anyone he came across, his main reason was to keep it away from his children’s eyes. if they saw that mark, it’d be the end of him. they probably wouldn’t quit bombarding mac with questions or begging him for some kind of story, obviously enticed by his adventures out in the wasteland. how the hell was he supposed to make up a story for that? “don’t pretend you don’t like it.” sole teased, tracing the hickey with her finger. mac blushed and looked elsewhere, childishly crossing his arms, “fine. i do..” he admitted with a whisper, “.. but can you leave it in more discreet places next time?” sole laughed and agreed, placing a kiss his cheek as an apology.

Nick Valentine:

hancock would be the first to approach nick with a shiteating smirk, closing the door behind him as he entered the agency. nick would look up from his papers, raising a brow at the ghoul as he continued to stand there with his arms crossed. “what can i help you with today, mayor hancock?” hancock would take a step closer, his smirk turning into a grin. “oh you know what i’m here for.” nick shot him a confused expression, putting down the papers he was previously reading, “didn’t know you had it in ya.” nick would give him the most dumbfounded expression, silently wondering what the hell hancock meant, “now what in the world are you talking about?” hancock would let out a chuckle, “your lady is definitely marked. it doesn’t take a blind man to see it.” he’d blink in surprise, a look of disbelief on his face. “i’m sorry?” a roar of laughter left hancock’s mouth, obviously entertained by the stunned expression left on the synths face. “you heard me right, nick.” itd take him a moment to process his words and he’d rub his eyes with a groan, “goddammit.” the mayor would reassure nick, having no intentions of embarrassing him, only notifying him of his observation, “hey man, it’s a normal thing. it happens, don’t need to fret about it.” nick would thank the ghoul and make his way out the door to find sole and apologize to her. he’d catch sight of her ordering ammo from arturos shop, grimacing at the obvious marks that littered her neck. sole jumped in surprise hearing a cough near her and smiled at nick who waved. after a short greeting, he’d pull sole to the side where no one can see them and apologize to her about the marks he left, offering a way to help her cover up. even through her constant reassurance that it was okay, he’d still continue to make it up to her by committing acts of services and would tone it down a little the next time around.

Preston:

is completely embarrassed by it and becomes immensely flustered at the fact that someone noticed the multiple love bites he had left on his better half from the night before. much to his horror, he hadn’t left it in just one area- no he had left it on different parts of her body, even the ones that couldn’t be seen. he didn’t realize how rough he was that night to mark her that way and how lost they were during the moment. preston would immediately feel guilt, not knowing how sole might’ve taken it and would confront her about the issue almost immediately to apologize. he’d feel even worse seeing how it stood out against her skin and would try to make it up to her with apologies and actions. he’d offer a scarf or jacket to cover it up, give her flowers in hopes to brighten her day, and countless other things. once sole had waved it off, explaining that she didn’t mind cause they were a couple, he’d feel his shoulders ease at her forgiveness and would thank her and apologize once more with a small peck. sole would then wrap her arms around his shoulders, sending him a playful wink as she smirked, “so lieutenant..” she whispered flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes, “..do i look pretty?” he’d swallow nervously, his mouth becoming dry as he observed the marks that littered her skin. “y-you always do, general,” he nervously replied. sole would move closer to his face, her warm breath fanning his lips as she maintained eye contact with him. “show me then.” he felt his hands clench tighter around the laser musket he was holding. she was sure in for one hell of a ride.

Sturges:

sturges laughed about the lipstick mark that painted his cheek once someone had pointed it out. being busy and occupied all the time, he wouldn’t even have the slightest idea of it being there so it’s easy to say he was surprised. he’d rub that particular area with his finger and look at his glove which became smothered with red, confirming that it was indeed soles lipstick. he knew that shade from anywhere- only she would have prewar lipstick this color. well to be fair, he’d only let sole kiss him anyway. with a small blush, he’d laugh it off while attempting to rub the lipstick stain off of his face. “how did ya think i get paid ‘round here for all my hard work?” he’d banter innocently, not aware of how lewd it came off as. when the settler didn’t laugh with him and instead became red, smiling at him awkwardly, he’d feel himself grow immensely embarrassed. “uh, that’s not what i meant,” he stumbled, scratching the nape of his neck, “i-i should probably go now.” the poor tinkerer would go back to work on his project, trying to take his mind off of the events that had just occurred. once sole made it home, he’d run up to her, wrapping her in his arms with a soft kiss on her hair. all his emotions of embarrassment would be replaced by relief and happiness as she melted into his embrace. “glad you made it home safe, sweetheart.” she’d pull away from the hug, brushing the spot where she left the mark, “huh, i guess they were right. i really did leave a stain on you,” she laughed, observing the colored smudge plastered on his cheek, “hope it didn’t cause you too much trouble.” sturges would shake his head, a red hue growing on his face as he brought sole into a soft kiss. “not at all.” sole would laugh at the new mark that stained his lips and would pat his cheek, “let’s get you cleaned up, handsome.”

Gage:

gage would become a little annoyed that someone would bother him to point out something as simple as that, knowing damn well he was an adult and everyone else around him probably was too. he’d glare at the man who had announced his mark to him, irritation obviously evident in his voice, “what? you haven’t seen a hickey in yer life or somethin’?” he’d sneer, scaring off the person who confronted him. “am i fuckin’ surrounded by a buncha five year olds or somethin’?” he doesn’t really care if his marks show or not. it was a normal thing in life so why should he be bothered by it? sole could mark his face and he could give less of a shit than he did now. it was just a natural part of their sex life at this point and they wouldn’t even realize they marked each other until the following morning. the only person he’d really be okay with talking about is sole.. obviously. “looking good today, gage.” shed wink, passing by him with a smirk. he’d let out a small snicker, looking at her with loving eyes and a small smile. “yeah, yeah. sure boss.” though he didn’t say it out loud, those marks really did look fucking great on her. he’d be sure to fill in the empty spots later.

[therenlover]

Welcome Home (Part One of Till Forever Falls Apart, A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Tags: Pre-Relationship, First Meetings, Slow Burn, Post-Wandavision

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild Language, References to Ralph Bohner

Word Count: 2400~

This fic has already been posted to my AO3, along with the next two parts! I’ll be continuing it on both platforms.

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“So… Ralph Bohner?”

Peter looked up from his mug, the tea inside having gone cold long before. His eyes had been fixed on the floor, his leg bouncing far quicker than what should have been humanly possible. It had been a little over 24 hours since the Hex had disappeared, and Peter was firmly of the mindset that he was taking it all very well.

Even to himself, he was a terrible liar.

“Ralph?” His new keeper spoke again, voice soft in the quaint kitchen of the brownstone that Peter would be calling home for the foreseeable future.

It had all been so strange. In one moment he was reorganizing his new attic and trying to figure out how to work the damn DVD player, and somehow in the next, he was a prisoner in his own mind, backseat driving as a witch used his face and voice to torment Wanda. Not his Wanda, though; a new, strange, grieving Wanda with unfathomable power at her fingertips. Thankfully, that didn’t last very long.

After just 2 weeks in this strange new reality, Peter missed the X-Men. He missed his dad, no matter how absent and strange he was. He missed his friends, and his sisters, and the strange normalcy that came with being a part of the team when the world wasn’t in danger. Peter found himself wishing that things would just slow down enough for him to catch up and figure out what the hell was going on. That was a new one for him.

At least he still had his speed. If he had lost his powers in the freak accident that sent him into another universe… well he didn’t want to think about that.

Despite this, the FBI guy who had dragged him out of Westview and across the river to New York had given him an explicit warning not to use his powers while civilians were present. Peter didn’t mind Agent Woo, he seemed like a good guy and treated him with more decency than most government lackeys would have back home, but it was gonna be completely impossible for Peter to avoid using his speed in public. It wasn’t like Agent Woo would even be around to stop him anyway. The only person who could possibly protest was the poor sap that the F.B.I. called in to babysit him, and they would never be able to keep up even if they tried.

“Peter? Are you okay?”

Fuck.

His eyes shot up to meet hers, “You aren’t supposed to know that name,”

“I’m not supposed to know a lot of things,” she replied almost nonchalantly, “but neither of us is known for doing the things we’re supposed to do, are we?”

Peter chuckled, and for the first time in a while, he cracked a genuine smile. “I guess not,”

The smile seemed to please the woman across the counter. Smiling back, she wrapped her hands around her own mug and sat down on a tall stool, leaning towards Peter. “Now, first things first! I want you to ignore whatever rules the FBI gave you while you’re here. My house, my rules, and despite the fact that you’re in witness protection I doubt anyone unwanted will come knocking at the door to snatch you up,”

As she spoke, Peter really took her in for the first time. She was a small thing, in shape and stature, but soft, all rounded edges and gentle touches. Despite her young face, there was an age to her, too. Looking deep into his memories, he realized she had the same haunted look in her eyes that he had seen all too often in the older members of his team. It was the look of someone who has seen unspeakable loss and survived to tell the tale. He decided at that moment that maybe staying with her wouldn’t be so bad.

“So about that rules thing,” Peter tapped his fingers against his half-full mug, doing his best not to speed up and break it, “I don’t exactly do well with rules. They aren’t my thing. I can’t promise that the cops won’t show up at the door, and I especially can’t promise that they won’t be there because of something I did that I knew was against the rules,”

When Peter met the woman’s eyes again she was still smiling, not a hint of displeasure on her face.

“If I had a problem with you being you, Peter, I wouldn’t have offered to take you in. Besides, as long as the cops that show up are human there won’t be a problem,”

Peter paused. “What?”

“That’s a question for another time,” The woman took a sharp turn then, hopping off of her stool and walking her mug to the sink where she proceeded to rinse it out. “Next, even in public, I refuse to call you Mr. Bohner. Ralph I can do if you care about staying anonymous, but I won’t be acknowledging any part of your… chosen last name,” Even as she shuddered, there was humor lacing her voice, “Bohner, though? Really?”

“It’s funny!”

She turned back to Peter with her face scrunched up in faux disgust. “Maybe to a middle schooler,”

“I had just been pulled out of my room, sucked through a portal, and thrown onto the steps of goddamn Quantico, so excuse me for not being on top of my game. Besides, Bohner wasn’t even my first choice. They wouldn’t let me go with Jack Ingoff,”

That was enough to send them both into a fit of giggles.

“Jack Ingoff?” She wheezed, “You tried to get the F.B.I. to give you the legal name Jack fucking Ingoff? That’s just so you,”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re both an idiot and the funniest person I have ever met,”

“I’d better be,”

As they continued to laugh, Peter found himself completely enthralled by this strange woman’s face and it occurred to him that she was incredibly beautiful.

It wasn’t as if she was a supermodel, though in Peter’s eyes it wouldn’t have taken much to make her one. Every part of her just seemed to glow as she gripped her stomach and stifled laughter. She was pretty in quiet ways, in soft glances and gentle touches and unrestrained joy. In the way that everything around her felt like it was full of life. In the kindness that had never wavered while Peter had sat at her kitchen counter, even when he had come through the door swearing at Agent Woo and demanding that he didn’t need a babysitter.

The longer he looked, the more beautiful she became, in actions and words and features combined, and Peter suddenly became aware that if he hadn’t taken the time to really see her, he never would have realized. He was glad he had slowed down for once.

Somewhere down the line, her laughter quieted.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “what’s your deal?” The cold mug in his hands was suddenly extremely interesting.

Across the counter she stilled, frozen in place for a moment. When she spoke, her voice held an edge of… fear? “What do you mean?”

Peter did his best to backpedal.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I was just wondering what you did to get stuck with me, that’s all. I doubt they would stick my annoying ass with just anybody, especially after… well everything that went down in Westview. Plus, I’m not just a normal dude. What average New York socialite would take in a kleptomaniac who just so happens to also be inhumanly fast out of the goodness of their heart?”

As he spoke, her shoulders relaxed and she loosened her grip on the edge of the marble countertop. “Oh, my deal,”

“Yeah. There’s more to you than what meets the eye, I can tell,” Something in the way her face flushed at his words made Peter’s heart fill with pride.

“I… well I had a unique upbringing,” she responded, voice careful and measured while she watched the floor, “I’m not a mutant, not like you, but I have a little bit of power at my disposal that makes me useful to heroes and hero adjacent agencies. I’m not a part of the team, my skills aren’t usually helpful when it comes to fighting, but they keep tabs on me just in case I’m needed. This was one of those times,”

Peter snorted. “Sounds like a pretty shitty deal,”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to have the government breathing down my back, I wouldn’t, but after I worked with the Avengers they pulled up my file and found out I shouldn’t exist, so they’ve been keeping a pretty close eye on me ever since,”

“Ah… well, next time just don’t get caught,”

“Not all of us have the luxury of being able to dodge bullets and outrun law enforcement, Peter. Besides, I like this house and I’m not quite in the mood to have to abandon it just yet.”

He shrugged. “To each their own. Now how the hell did you get stuck with me? Were you just the closest or did everybody else refuse,”

“Well, actually I offered to take you in,”

Peter choked on the air. “Why the hell would you do that?”

She was quick to defend herself, and in a way him too.

“Because Jimmy is my friend, and when a friend needs a favor I try to help them out. It’s more than that, though. I won’t lie. I’m fascinated by you, Peter Maximoff. I find you wonderful exactly how you are and I couldn’t stand to let any of the other assholes in New York try to stomp out your personality. Here with me, you can just be you, and knowing that you’re able to be comfortable until we find you a way home was more than enough of a reason for me to volunteer to take you in. Besides, if you weren’t with me you’d probably be in the tower’s holding cell, and believe me, that wouldn’t be any fun,”

It took Peter a minute to fully digest what he was hearing.

He wasn’t going to be a burden. There would be no curfews or screaming matches or long lectures about his chosen pastimes. She wanted every single part of him there and had already gone out of her way to assure him that even the worst of him was welcome under her roof. Even during his time at X-Mansion, he had never been treated like this.

Sure, he had been himself there. People would yell or try to stop him from doing what he wanted but their efforts were futile. He couldn’t be tamed. At best the other members of the team had just tried to ignore him until his powers came in handy. He was an annoyance at worst and the household funny guy at best, and yet now a total stranger wanted him around. It took all of Peter’s small reserve of restraint to not take a victory lap around the block there and then.

Being wanted was the best feeling in the world.

When his head cleared, he smiled again. “You know, when Agent Woo brought me in here I was fully prepared to wait for him to leave then make a run for it, but I’ve decided to save you from the F.B.I.’s wrath and stay for a while instead. You’re welcome,”

He expected a snappy retort, but instead, her words came out strangely genuine, almost a whisper.  “Thank you for saving me, Peter. I appreciate it,”

“Any time,”

Slowly the flush from before crept back onto her face.

“I know you’re not the type who likes to be tied down, so I won’t keep you here much longer,” she said, before taking Peter’s mug to the sink, “but there are just a few more things I need to tell you before you go off to do whatever it is you do on a Thursday morning.”

He would never admit it but Peter felt anything but tied down. Instead, he just nodded.

“Go for it,”

She washed the mug as she spoke. “Alright, well first of all what’s mine is yours. Unless I specifically ask you not to use something you have free reign over whatever you need. You can come and go as you please, I keep odd hours and don’t mind a little noise even when I’m sleeping. The house is pretty simple layout-wise, you can explore whenever you want, but the room at the end of the hallway to your right is my bedroom and I’d prefer if you didn’t go in there unless you need to. Your room is the first door at the left of the stairs on the second floor and… well, I think that’s all,”

There was a sort of sorrow in the woman’s eyes when she stopped, placing the now clean mug on a drying rack before turning to face Peter again. A yearning. It made Peter want to… well, he didn’t quite know what it made him feel. He just wanted to do whatever would ease the strange pain that resided in his new friend.

He went to speak but nothing came out.

“Is everything okay Peter?”

It was Peter’s turn to flush, face red with shame. “I...uh, well, I wasn’t quite paying attention when the agent introduced us. I’m gonna need to know your name if I’m living with you,”

It came as no surprise when she laughed gently, making her way across the kitchen towards the living room, passing Peter at the counter on her way. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you, Peter,” The strange sorrow was still present, reflected in her words, but it seemed lighter than before, more manageable.

“Nice to meet you too Y/N,”

“I’m heading to work,” she pulled on a light jacket as she spoke, “so feel free to explore at your own leisure while I’m gone. I’ll hopefully be back by 5, but sometimes things run late. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

Peter shook his head no. “If I can’t find something I need I’ll just run out and grab it myself.

Y/N laughed again. “Just don’t get caught, you won’t know the number to call from jail yet,”

“I’m sure I’ll manage,”

She paused, halfway out the door. “Oh, and Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Welcome home,”

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading! I have 3 1/2-ish parts of this series written, but the plan is for it to be a long haul where each part is a connecting oneshot. I hope you’re excited! 

Please don’t post my work to other sites, thanks!

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Hey, do you have anymore thoughts on Membrane's parents? I know we only got a brief glimpse of them, but they're so interesting yet there's so little fan content about them. That, or I'm looking in the wrong place haha.

Ps. If I am looking in the wrong tags or place could you please direct me to the right ones?

Ah, I talked a little bit about Membrane’s parents here during my first ramblings of the quarterly and I did talk a little about that headcanon here but I might as well repeat it again. 

Like I do find it interesting, the idea that his parents are scientists. Like Membrane tried following in his parents’ footsteps and unintentionally put that pressure onto Dib as he grew up... but for me personally, there’s just a lot of reasons this doesn’t make sense.

Like Why is adult Professor Membrane the brand and face of Membrane Labs and Membrane Enterprises when it was apparently a company he inherited from his parents? Of course, it could be that Membrane did make Membrane Labs himself and his parents were just scientists and Membrane Labs wasn’t really founded, but that makes less sense.

I always kinda viewed Membrane as someone who appreciated the value and effort of hard work ethic and built everything from the ground up with his bare hands and became the World Famous Man of Science all his own and it was his Legacy. Kinda like Scroodge McDuck and his fortune. Making Membrane inherit a company from his parents kinda loses a bit for me for him as a character. 

Why did his Parents give him socks for Christmas and claim it was from Santa? They know what Uranium238 is. I’m certain of that. It could have been a Christmas Story situation like “you’ll shoot your eye out kid” but Santa is the one who gives their kids the “cool gifts” I thought every parents knew that. It’s just one of those unspoken rules...... but like... to give him socks...

Like were they really that cruel? It’s kinda hard to say...  But it does kinda paint a bad image that they did have 100% the capabilities to give him what he wanted for Christmas... and they never bothered to explain to Membrane WHY he was given socks. 

LIKE LOOK, THESE TWO FUCKS LEAVE MEMBRANE IN THE DARK FOR YEARS ABOUT THE TRUTH OF SANTA CLAUS JUST CAUSE THEY DON’T WANT TO ADMIT THEY FUCKED UP, EVEN WHEN HE PROBABLY WENT TO FAR:

I can only assume that these two science parents are dead, just from how Membrane regards them when he holds that photoframe...(and the fact that we never see them) but honestly, they were probably still around when he was a teenager and still dedicating a portion of his life to destroying santa...

I know Membrane is as thick-headed and stubborn as Dib, so maybe they tried to explain it to him, and Membrane didn’t listen, or his parents suck at explaining things... but like.... come on...  it’s your direct responsibility for unleashing this childhood santa trauma/rage....  You owe it to Membrane to be direct with him... 

But then again, Dib never listens when his Dad tries to explain what he thinks about Aliens, Cause Membrane doesn’t Not believe in aliens. He in fact says so in the show.

So perhaps they were and he just didn’t listen... there’s that...

Why is this family so obsessed with seeking the truth, but don’t listen to anyone’s opinions who are different from their own.... sigh this family.

But in any point, they could have at least said why they can’t give him Uranium238... but if they do, it’s off-screen and no further context is provided to the audience... 

It just makes sense for me that either Membrane’s family is poor, or they didn’t know what Uranium238 is... Making his Parents be scientists as well just throws a whole bunch of questions about just.... everything about this situation. It really makes me ask:

“Did his parents not give it to him because it was dangerous?”

“Or did they give him socks cause they were that unaware of what their son wanted?”

“Did they just give him socks cause they were that cruel as Membrane didn’t want to believe?” 

“If so, why socks? Why not a rocket ship or a science playset or baking volcano kit or something?” 

It just raises a whole lot more questions.

A more simple explanation that gets rid of those questionable morale questions is that his Parents were poor from a humble upbringing and could only afford him socks for Christmas. It’s a more logical and simple explanation and it’s far more cleaner than having his parents be scientists in this. 

Another thing that bothers me is Membrane’s “childhood home” in general. Look at this place:

This huge place, with a giant rocket ship, dressed to the nines in Christmas decorations.

It also very clearly shows the interior. 

We see the living room couch, and multiple Christmas trees and this huge rocketship/missle thing front and center.

And if we compare it to Membrane’s childhood home in the Invader Zim episode this is supposed to be taking place in:

Now I know that the Invader Zim show has a darker color palate than the comics and even the Netflix movie, but I’m not talking about colors here...

A smaller tree that practically touches the ceiling, Fluorescent overhead lighting,  something that looks like a couch or a side table with noticeable stains on it... garland pinned to the walls with a lower ceiling... 

This looks NOTHING at all like how Membrane’s “childhood home” is like in the comics...

This is obviously not a wealthy home, or the home of a respected enterprise as shown in the comics. 

Now, I know this franchise has a thing for inconsistencies. Canon is basically non-canon. There is no continuity, and there is no continuous timeline of events... but to model Professor Membrane’s childhood home so vastly different from this brief flash in the show, that’s a pretty big one... 

So me and @paketdimensioncomic made a theory that can kind of coincide with our fics... 

We think that 

SUPER PERFECT SCIENTIST PARENTS.....  are what Membrane wishes his parents were probably like.

And that he lied to the press about his humble origins and upbringing. He didn’t want them to know that he grew up poor because it would be something constantly brought into question everytime he posed everything... He didn’t want his parents talked about in the media at all, especially if they were passed by the time he became successful. 

So... I think Membrane’s scientist parents are an elaborate lie. He told the press. I mean, He is a scientist, he always wanted to be a scientist, he is good at being a scientist and both of his parents were scientists...

I mean... He didn’t seem too concerned about the photo of his supposed parents.. he even threw it to the wall when his son called:

RIP parents.... he hardly knew you.

Do I think the Membrane Science Grandparents have a cool design and I want to see more fan content on them? Absolutely! Go nuts!

Do I think that Membrane’s parents being scientists makes little to no sense and was just kinda made for the sake of a dumb joke without giving too much thought about how it would lessen Membrane as a character if he were just leaching off his parent's success this whole time? And does it poke a lot of holes in the idea of why his parents gave him socks as santa at all? Absolutely.

I think it’s far more likely that Membrane built up this backstory of “I was always a scientist since birth” to the press and has more fake photoshopped photos around the house to show the press when the topic of his parents actually come up.

Basically, the fandom has been around for a long time you can do what you want with Membrane parent theories because as far as I’m concerned, I always appreciated the vibe of “Poor upbringing Membrane who learned the value of hard work and unintentionally became a workaholic because of it and really put too much value in work to the point he’s unintentionally neglectful towards his own offspring the same as his father was to him” 

Rather then.... “Science parents go brrr”

But again, just my headcanon.

And I always love people drawing the science parents. 

But @esthyradler‘s Farmer Membrane Parents are definitely my favorites. 

[ptergwen]

last christmas | pt. 2

❆ series masterlist ❆

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: one suggestive joke and a couple of angsty moments

a/n: yo i forgot that harry was actually in this movie as an extra? that’s kinda funny to me but anyways pls send requests (ik it’s annoying i keep asking i’m just so bored y’all help) and enjoyyy

━━━ *:･。.

today feels better than most days. the throbbing headache you usually wake up with isn’t there. plus, you have your date with tom later. it still feels surreal to say that. it still feels surreal he’s your friend’s brother, and you only found out three days ago.

you throw on some sweats and head into the living room. your roommate alex is in front of the tv with a bowl of cereal. she puts it down, the spoon making an obnoxiously loud clink. you’re sensitive to sound, so you unintentionally wince.

“sorry, y/n/n. i thought you had the day off, no?” she asks, lowering the tv for your sake. you smile at the gesture and go to grab your coat. “i do. i just wanna get breakfast.” “we have stuff here,” alex reminds you and picks up her cereal for emphasis. she’s careful not to drop the spoon this time. laughing to yourself, you shrug into your coat.

“i’ll pass. i wanted to say hi to harry, anyway.” “right, tonight’s the night.” she turns her head towards you and smirks. “you’re shagging his brother.” your eyes go comically wide. “no i’m not! he’s taking me out somewhere,” you defend and button up your coat as fast as you can. it’s time to get out of here.

“i’ll make plans just in case,” alex calls out as you shuffle to the door. “yeah, bye!” you shout back. you planned on asking if she wanted anything, but you were too distracted. oh well.

━ ❆

the café isn’t too crowded when you get there. harry is on register, so he’s probably in a good mood. he eyes you curiously when you step up. you give him a big smile.

“you’re not in today,” he says quietly, pushing up the santa hat he’s wearing. you stifle a laugh. you’re all supposed to dress up festively, but you don’t. your manager made an exception. one of your co workers is watching harry, so he fixes the hat. it’s not done without a long exhale.

“i’m here for coffee,” you explain and glance up at the menu. harry squints at you. “you couldn’t have gone anywhere else?” feigning offense, you put your hand on your chest. “why, you don’t want to see me?” “when you’re supposed to be home resting, no.” he taps a button on the register. “what can i get you?”

“first of all, i have a date later. that won’t be happening,” you tell him smugly. he would try to act annoyed, but he’s honestly happy for you. tom, too. “can i have an iced coffee with liquid sweetener? please?” harry raises an eyebrow. “room for milk?” “sure,” you almost chirp. he can’t help but grin.

“i haven’t seen you this happy the whole time i’ve known you,” he mumbles while punching in your order. your smile fades into a concerned grimace. “is that okay, do you think?” harry looks up at you again. “why wouldn’t it be?” “because, i mean, it’s only one date. it could end up going no where.”

you lean over the counter so you can talk quieter. “what would i be happy about then?” “excuse me?” a woman interrupts your conversation louder than necessary. you’re trying to search harry’s face for an answer, but he doesn’t give you one. “one second, sorry,” he apologizes to the customer. you stand up right again.

“tom wouldn’t do all this if he didn’t feel something,” harry nearly whispers while you get out your money. you read your total befofe he could tell you. you let your hand linger in his when you hand him the cash. “you’ll have more than one night of happiness. you deserve it.”

you’re starting to get a bit emotional, so you pull your hand back. you nod and manage a small smile. “thank you, harry. really.” “you’ll let me know how it goes?” he checks. “tomorrow, yeah. have a good shift.” you give him a finger wave and go off to get your coffee. he waves back.

━ ❆

tom gets a text from harry a few minutes after you leave.

y/n is really special. don’t be a div tonight.

he scoffs at his phone and shuts it off. your smile pops into his mind then. he only got to see it once, but he can’t seem to forget it.

harry is right. you are really special, and he better not mess this up.

━ ❆

you and tom decided on eight for your date. he’s meeting you outside your place because wherever you’re going is in walking distance. you bundle up accordingly in your fluffiest jacket and some earmuffs. you’ve never worn them before, but they’ll be your best friend tonight. they’re also cute. this is the time to be cute.

tom buzzes to let you know he’s there at eight sharp. his punctuality is kind of a surprise. you don’t know much about the real him, but this is rare from what you’ve gathered. you tell him you’re coming and hop out the door.

the thing alex said earlier does cross your mind, and she did leave you the apartment. never mind all of that. you try to think of anything but that before you get outside.

“hey,” tom greets as you walk down the stairs. he grins playfully at your attire. “you look cozy.” “you don’t.” he’s wearing a thin black jacket with a flannel underneath. it’s not ideal for the middle of winter in london. a smug smile pulls at your lips.

“you’re gonna walk in that?” you gesture to his outfit, moving so you’re next to him. he hums. “i’ll let you tease me for it the whole way there.” the two of you start walking side by side. it doesn’t take long for you to fall into step. “the whole way? how far is it?” you raise an eyebrow.

“twenty minutes maybe? it can’t be too bad. we have loads to talk about,” tom says rather suggestively. you look over and he’s smirking. there’s never a dull moment with this man. that’s actually just what you need right now. “true. you start,” you prompt him, your arm brushing against his. “tell me all about you.” he leans closer to you instinctively.

“well, i’m an actor. obviously,” tom shrugs like it’s no big deal, making you laugh quietly. he really likes your laugh. “besides that. like, what do you do when you’re not acting?” you ask, eyes fixed on him. he’s so pretty under the streetlights. all the time, really. “this is so boring, but i love golf. i’m rubbish, though,” he says the second part under his breath.

“and i thought you were good at everything,” you tease, tom faking a frown. “no, but seriously. it’s probably nice to do some regular stuff when you can.” he exhales in a way that seems reflective. “exactly, i like having some separation. what about you?” “what do i do when i’m not acting?” you ask sarcastically. “sure,” he plays along.

you think about it while you turn the corner. tom watches you intently, like you’re about to say something actually interesting. you’re not. “not much anymore.” he’s about to ask what you mean by anymore, but you keep going. “i took a gap year from uni, so i’ve been getting that sorted,” you continue, looking up at the dark sky. this isn’t your favorite discussion.

“makes sense. what are you studying?” also not your favorite discussion. “i’m undecided. i was thinking about psychology, but...” you search for something, anything you can to change the subject. the first thing you see is the first thing you mention. “your ears are bright red right now,” you giggle and point at one. tom presses his hands to them, feeling how cold they are.

“damn, you’re right,” he gives in to your conversation from earlier. without thinking about it, you pull your earmuffs off. you put them around his head instead. they’re pink with white snowflakes on them. tom looks cuter with them than you do, you think. “here. these should make them a normal color.”

“aw, but i don’t want you to be cold,” he protests and goes to take them off. you grab his hand before he can. “i’m not.” grinning, he properly takes your hand in his. your fingers lace together like you’ve held hands a million times. he lets them drop between you two and keeps leading the way to your mystery spot.

you swing your hands back and forth, smiling when you feel his grip tighten. tom pats one of the earmuffs. “i think we’ll both be warm once we get there.” “where exactly is ‘there’?” you laugh out. it was supposed to be a surprise, but you have to know. he points at something straight ahead. you’re still too far to see it.

“yeah, i can’t tell what that is,” you confirm. his reply is a satisfied hum. “good. let me keep you in suspense for at least five more minutes.” “you’re cheeky, aren’t you?” he chuckles and swings your hands again. “i’ve been told.”

you two finally end up at a hot chocolate stand. there are white lights strung in the trees surrounding it, music playing quietly into the night. the atmosphere welcomes and comforts you as soon as you get on line.

“i figured it would be nice to get one of these rather than making them for a change,” tom fills you in. he seems unsure of it now that you’re here, his voice lower than before. harry’s text is replaying in his head. he wants this to be good enough, more than good enough. should he have planned something more? his nerves die down when you squeeze his hand in yours.

this is the perfect low pressure date you’d hoped for. the focus is on each other and not some fancy meal. you were right about the movies not changing tom. “this place is really cute. i like it.” you move up on line together. “and my hot chocolates kind of suck, so yeah. it is.” “no, i bet they’re delicious,” he reassures you with one of his famous eye crinkling grins.

you chat more about your barista skills and all the kitchen disasters harry has had to save you from. the story of the time you made foam explode all over the countertops has him giggling. his laugh is contagious, so you end up joining in. your laughter eventually quiets because it’s your turn to order.

“hi, we’ll have two large hot chocolates?” tom orders for you two. you shoot him a curious look. “large? i’ll never finish.” the sizes here are huge, which is part of their gimmick. it’s also why tom found it interesting. the joke is that the stand itself is small, but they have gigantic drinks.

“leftovers, then.” he winks at you. you’re disappointed you have to let his hand go while he pays. the cashier says your drinks will be ready shortly. tom thanks him and turns back to you. “you probably got in so much trouble, huh?” he asks about your work horror story. you look him over for a few seconds.

you’re shocked how genuinely interested he is in everything you tell him. there are much cooler things he could be talking about, but he wants to hear from you. it makes you feel like there’s something between you two already. like, you’re old friends or soulmates or anything bigger than two strangers on a first date.

even though it’s still early to tell, you definitely have a connection of some kind.

“nope. i’m better at cleaning than i am at making cappuccinos,” you remark, the cashier coming back with two large hot chocolates. tom hands you yours first. he takes his after. “thank you so much,” he tells the man again. “have a nice night,” you add. the two of you take your drinks to a small table under a tree.

you sit across from each other, tom setting the earmuffs down. he pushes them back to you with a smile playing on his lips. “i like those better on you,” you murmur before taking a sip of hot chocolate. “pink’s my color,” he agrees and does the same. it’s so good that you decide to have some more, even though there’s steam coming from the lid.

“maybe i will finish all of this.” “i knew you’d like it.” tom laughs behind his cup. he got all worked up about it for nothing. you’re having one of your best nights in a while, which almost makes you not want to bring up the next topic. it’s sadly inevitable, so you might as well get it out of the way. christmas.

“so, do you have any plans for christmas?” you start, downing another sip. tom puts his drink down and leans back in the chair. “i’m staying over my mum and dad’s. we’ll have our traditional holland celebration.” he smiles to himself just thinking about it. you’re happy he has something to look forward to. you don’t.

“are you doing anything?” there’s the big question. people usually get awkward when you go into detail, which is exactly why you won’t. “actually, no.” his excitement changes to confusion. he furrows his eyebrows and sits up again. “you don’t celebrate?” “i do, just not anymore. not this year, at least.”

tom is extremely curious what this ‘anymore’ is about. it’s the second time you’ve mentioned it.

“i used to love it. my christmas spirit ran out, i guess,” you eleborate, eyes shifting down to the frozen grass. tom almost frowns. it’s not because he pities you. no one likes that. christmas is one of, if not, his favorite times of year. he just wishes the whole world could be happy this holiday season. the lovely girl sitting in front of him, especially.

there has to be something he can do.

“no, you can always get it back,” he says softly, searching for your eyes. “i’ll help you.” you look up at him again and blink back the tears you feel coming. tom must feel so lost right now. he wouldn’t be with context. you’re going to tell him what happened when you’re ready because you do want him to understand. trusting him feels like an instinct.

“how?” your voice comes out even quieter than his. you pick up your drink to distract yourself. “let’s see,” tom thinks aloud. he snaps when he gets an idea. “have you done any decorating?” “my roommate put up a tree. she never did the ornaments, though.” he gasps over dramatically, earning a laugh from you.

“you can’t leave a naked tree sitting around.” “i told her it looked stupid,” you sigh and sip your hot chocolate. tom holds out a hand for you. “we should go to the shops”

it would be easy to say no. it would be easy to go back home and hide under your covers and avoid the missed calls from your family. the catch is, easy isn’t progress. you can’t move past this unless you work to get it done.

you take tom’s hand and stand up from the table.

“we should also get a ride this time.”

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

[forlornmelody]

The Fantabulous Vacation of One Harley Quinn and Her Girlfriend Poison Ivy

Rating: T (suggestive themes, cartoon violence)

Fandom(s): DC Comics

Ship: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

Linkage: Ao3

Summary:   Harley's been burning the wick at both ends and Ivy knows just the thing to help. But it takes more than just a change of scenery to get Harley to let go.

Note:  Commission for @rookie009

~*~*~*

“You’re probably wondering Mr---Watchman--”

“Tockman.” Mr. Watchman spits. “William Tockman.”

“Why I’ve brought you here today.”

Mr. Watchman rolls his eyes. “I imagine you’re going to tell me.” 

“Ah! Good. You’ve stopped struggling. Progress, Mister!” Harley boops him on the nose. Maybe she made the binding too tight? “I’m not cutting off your circulation, am I?” She leans in close. “Are you comfortable? I need you comfortable.” 

“I’m tied up in ropes, wench!”

“Ah, see! This is what I’m talking about!” Harley sits across from him and his fainting couch, pulling her pen from her bun and making a heading on her notepad. “You have a whore madonna complex.” Chewing her pen, she murmurs, “perhaps from the trauma of your wife’s death? Cystic Fibrosis, was it?”

Her new patient says nothing. “Mister?” Harley glances up. “Willy?”

“Help!” William Tockman dangles from his left ankle, suspended in air by a beefy vine.  “She’s gonna kill me!” 

“Oh please. You’re hardly worth the trouble.” Ivy steps around him and the vine, brushing the dust off her hands. “Hi Harls!” How she got the vines up this far on this abandoned apartment building, Harley has no idea. But it sure has a lot of brick to climb. 

“Ivy!” Harley doesn’t so much as hug her as ram her at full speed. 

Her target, used to such behavior by now, braces for impact and manages to hug back. Harley takes a big whiff. “Mm. Jasmine?”

“Lilacs.” Ivy peers over at Clock King. “You...uh, busy?”

“Mm yeah. A little tied up at the moment. Or he is, at least.”

“So I see.” Ivy chews her lip, staring out the window as if she had left a reminder there. She makes a face as the draft stirs some of the painting tarp discarded on the floor. “I was thinking maybe we could get out of town for a bit.”

“HELP.” 

“Are you asking for help, Billy? Or do you prefer Willy?”

“HELP ME! THESE WOMEN ARE CRAZY.” 

“Great!” Harley says brightly. “Admitting you need help is the first step towards healing!”

“Harls? Are you even listening?”

“You need help dismantling another CEO along with his company?”

“No.”

“Fundraiser for conservation efforts?”

“Harley--”

“Pride pre-game with Kitty?”

“Harleen.” That stops Harley short. Ivy never calls her that. Mostly cause she hates getting called Pamela with an undying passion. Probably childhood trauma. But Harley digresses. 

Ivy sighs. “Sorry. Look. I need a vacation. We need a vacation.”

“I need help!” 

“SHUT UP ALREADY.” Ivy and Harley say it together, and Ivy waves a hand, muffling Harley’s captive, er, patient with a particularly broad leaf. 

“Mm... I’m a little busy--”

Ivy glances at Tockman, finally. “I can see that.”

“Lemme look at my calendar. Mmm.. maybe...next year? Definitely the one after that.”

“Harls.”

“I know, I know. But there’s my derby team, missions with Task Force X, the Birds of Prey, my day job--”

“I know.” Ivy takes her hands, gently, and squeezes them. It’s the softness that stops Harley in her tracks. “It’s why you need some time off.”

“But--”

“Shh. I already have plane tickets and a hotel booked. You don’t have to plan a thing.”

Harley can’t help the blush creeping up on her cheeks. “Aww, shucks, Ives. When are we leaving?”

“Now. The plane’s departing in--shit. We gotta go.”

“MMRPH.” 

“Oh, right.” Ivy releases Clock King with a patented thud as she shoves Harley out the door. “Bye!”

-----

“So, we’re we goin’?” Harley pushes the arm rest out of the way and rests her chin on Ivy’s shoulder. She glances at Ivy’s phone as if it’ll give her some clues. She spots a sudoku puzzle. “Japan?”

“No.”

“The Amazon?”

“Nope.”

“Themyscyra?” 

Ivy gives her a look. “Really?”

“Er….my mom’s? Please say it’s not my mom’s.”

“It’s not your mom’s.”

“Thank God.”

“Also, why would we fly to your mom’s house when we could easily drive? Or take a commuter bus?”

“Good point. Mm.”

Ivy smooths Harley’s hair out of her eyes. “It’s a surprise.” She snatches a quick kiss before the flight attendant rolls by. “You’ll love it.”

In this moment, Harley’s pretty sure she’d love anywhere as long Ivy’s there with her. She’s lit up by the light of the tiny window behind her, and her crimson locks glow like an angel’s. But Harley knows well enough that neither of them are anywhere close to innocent. “Say, how’d you get us past security?”

Ivy winks at her. 

“No casualties?”

Her lover mockingly brushes her own chest like a scandalized church mouse. “I would never!” she snorts. “They’ll be fine. Just a little dazed and confused.”

Harley leans her head on Ivy’s shoulder. “I know the feelin’.” And really! Harley’s proud of her. Ivy’s never been one to follow rules or care for humans. But she tries for Harley. Why she bothers when Mistah J never seemed to care, Harley has no idea. But it means the world to her. 

-----

The taxi drops them off in front of a large revolving door. But it’s not the gold handles that capture Harley’s attention. 

It’s the lush plants growing from every nook and cranny on the place. Harley bets Ivy could spend an hour naming all of them (scientific names and personal names.) Butterflies and hummingbirds in every color of the rainbow--and the faint buzzing of bees. A solitary stream crosses their path, and a wooden bridge stretches over it. Garden terrace after garden terrace rise up from the ground to an open-air cafe at the top. 

And behind the walls and the hotel proper? A waterpark. 

Harley’s eyes go as big as saucers. “Ivy! You shouldn’t have!” She squeezes her into a hug.

“Thanks, sweet pea, but I can’t breathe.” Ivy manages to get out.

“Oof, sorry. Here ya go.” Harley releases her, and Ivy pecks her on the cheek. 

“Best part is, they’ve a zero-carbon footprint and they’re waste free.” Harley rarely sees her grin so wide.” 

“Whoa.”

“They call it The Greenhouse.”

-----

Their first day at the resort passes in a blur. Harley shows Ivy a good time in and out of their bedroom. They go snorkeling in the ocean, ride the rides so many times Harley ends up upchucking their picnic at the beach, then make love at sunset in their honeymoon suite. Harley wonders if the management thinks they’re--well, they’re as good as, aren’t they? They don’t need rings or a wedding or a place of their own or--

“Harley?”

She blinks. Ivy only calls her that when she’s worried. Harley realizes she’s been staring at the chocolates on their pillows for God knows how long. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Of course!” she says automatically, pulling Ivy into another kiss.

Ivy kisses back, then runs a finger down her cheek. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?” The setting sun makes her hair even redder, which Harley didn’t think possible, and Harley finds herself toying with her curls. 

“Hey, I’ve been wonderin’.”

If Ivy notices the change in subject, she doesn’t mention it. “Yeah?”

“How come we haven’t seen any other guests? And how come we haven’t been arrested?”

“Oh! That.” Ivy waves a hand dismissively. “I rented out the whole resort.”

“With what money??”

Ivy shoots her a wicked look that sends shivers down Harley’s spine. “Ace Chemical’s investment fund.”

“Ooooh, you’re naughty.” 

Harley dives in for another kiss but Ivy puts a finger to her lips. And doesn’t let her suck on it. Rude. “So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Since we’ve got all this extra cash, wanna make a run at the casino? I hear they donate the proceeds to rainforest restoration.”

“Alright.” Ivy sighs and reaches for her dress. Harley has a sinking feeling that she’s going to bring this up later. Maybe if Harley’s lucky she’ll forget about it? Yeah. Ivy forgets things all the time. 

“Last one there buys the first round!”

-----

Ivy and Harley sit across from each other, an immaculate brunch setting between them and two mimosas. Her lover’s plate sits almost empty, and while Harley’s lies largely untouched. She keeps playing with her veggie egg white omelet, but the next bite never seems to make it to her mouth. “And then we can go for a walk on the beach later! Have you seen those beds? Right there on the water? Mm. Do you think anyone would hear us if we--”

“Harley, wait.”

“Like, the sound of the waves would cover it up, right? Mm. Maybe not. I’m loud. Not as loud as--”

“Harley, no. Stop. Stop.” Ivy presses her hands on either side of Harley’s face, drawing her to a standstill and inches away from her. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to!”

Ivy gives her a sad smile, shaking her head gently. “You don’t have to impress me, Harls. I love you.”

Harley, in typical Harley fashion, vibrates with energy. “But…I want this to be special. As special as y--”

“This vacation already is special. Cause you’re here with me.”

“But--” I’m not that special, Harley wants to say. But she knows Ivy won’t let her get away with saying that out loud. She wants to crawl underneath the tablecloth and hide until Ivy leaves. They always leave in the end. Once they get what they want. Mistah J--

“I love you, Harley Quinn.” Ivy takes her hand, gently, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And maybe. Maybe it’s that she doesn’t know what to do if Ivy stays. It’s easier to love someone who doesn’t love her back. It’s safe. Ahem. Emotionally safe, Dr. Quinzel says inside her head. For once, Harley has nothing to say. She’s too busy trying to keep the tears from falling. 

“You don’t have to do anything. I already love you.” Ivy bites her lip--the way she always does when she’s thinking hard. Like how best to resurrect a drooping petunia or a rose bush that has a pest. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. “And if it’s not too much--too early--to say this: I always will.” 

“You proposin’ or somethin’?” The words tumble out of Harley’s mouth before she can stop them. Her cheeks feel like they’re blushing as bright as Ivy’s hair. 

“I…” Ivy’s eyes widen. “I-I don’t have a ring on me.”

Shit. Fuck. ShitshitshitFuuuuuuuuuck. “I’msorryIdidn’tmeanit.” “It’s way too soon.” Harley puts on her best brave face--the same one she always put on when Bats showed up and Mistah J magically was nowhere to be found. “Marriage is so outda--”

“Harley.” Ivy puts her entire hand over her face. “Quinn.” “I never said I didn’t want to marry you.”

“Mmphwr?” 

“Who wouldn’t want to marry Harley Quinn? You’re amazing.” She traces her eyebrows. “You’re the smartest person I know.” Boops her nose. “You’re impossible to kill. Holy fuck.” Runs her fingertip across her bottom lip. “You…” Ivy presses her lips together, looking down at the table. “You helped me love again when I hated everyone.”

“Pam.” Fuck, she’s getting misty eyed. 

“I mean it. I was ready to wipe humanity off the map and start over.” She laughs a little, her voice rough as she wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. “But then you came along and nominated yourself my new shrink.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” Wow, okay. Maybe she’s more than just misty-eyed. “You saved me too. From Mistah Jay. From Bats. From what woulda been a really boring life.”

Ivy’s smile slips slightly. “You’re not gonna die on me, are you Harls?”

Harley squeezes her hand. “Nah. You’re stuck with me.” Her words come out a little thick. “For richer or poorer.” 

Her lover leans in close, capturing her lips in a warm kiss. “That’s usually pretty literal for you.”

“HEY.” 

“It’s true! Guess I’ll have to see if Ace or maybe Lexcorp has any funds they won’t miss. I need to get that ring soon. Garnet? Spinel maybe?”

“Aww, shucks. How am I gonna be surprised now?”

Ivy scoffs. “If it’s a real surprise, it’s not a good time for a proposal.”

“But what if I want to be like those girls in those Tik Toks? Like where you propose to me but like I got my own box in my pocket?”

“Harley. A ring box wouldn’t fit in your tiny ass pockets, and you know it.”

“You know what would fit in my shorts?”

“Harleen Francis Quinzel.” Her laughter dissolves in a kiss and Harley pulls her back to their suite. They got a lot of planning to do. Though Harley has a pretty good feeling they’re not gonna get a whole lot of planning done today. But Harley’s okay with that. Pam’s always been the top of her to-do list anyway.

[pearsabeth]

The Folks - A Percabeth fic

"Annabeth, don't try to act like this is my fault"

Percy's amused tone earned him a glare from his girlfriend. They were waiting in the warm car, anticipating the cold air they would be met with outside and the reaction of the Chase family if they were to notice the red bruise adorning the side of Percy's neck.

"Of course it is, I could've planned all this if you hadn't been so..." Annabeth's eyes flickered as she recalled the making of the hickey that has decided to plague her life.

It was the mischief in his eyes taunting her to remove that trouble maker smirk playing on his swollen lips. Before she knew it her teeth were on his neck and all sense had disappeared. She hadn't thought about the scheduled dinner at her parents. She wasn't thinking at all.

"You know you can't just wait in the car and glare at the house until it disappears" Percy's voice comes from the driver's seat.

"I can try," she sighed.

Knowing perfectly well she had to go in soon and face Bobby and Matthew and their fascinating incapability of minding their business , Helen who's judgemental stare could burn a hole through the dark grey woollen scarf wrapped around Percy's neck and tucked under his thick winter coat and her Dad who would interrogate them until the truth came out.

"You'll be fine Wisegirl, nothing's gonna happen and if anything does we'll just play it cool. We're grown." Percy suggested, hands landing on her thigh to try and comfort her.

She faced him with an anxiety-stricken expression he hadn't been expecting. His eyebrows raised in realisation. There was always more to it when it came to Annabeth.

"They already hate me enough. I bet Helen's in there preparing a list of ways to criticize my life. As if bringing home a boy isn't enough, it just had to be a bruised necked pretty boy who doesn't study law at Harvard."

"I guess we don't care about my self-esteem today, huh," Percy feigned offence.

"C'mon Annabeth, we're gonna be late. You've got this. Besides, I'll be on my best behaviour," He couldn't help the lopsided grin that emerged on his face as he said it.

When it didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon, Percy got out of the car and practically dragged her out and onto the sheet of snow that had begun to cover the driveway. When they got to the porch, Annabeth fixed his thick scarf once more to cover the hickey and rang the doorbell hesitantly.

Percy attempted to offer his support by holding her hand and giving it a squeeze only for Annabeth to snap her hand out as she heard footsteps walking towards the door.

"You're crazy," Percy murmurs as he opted for the small of her back.

The door opened to reveal Annabeth's stepmother, wearing a clean apron over her clothes. Before the couple could exchange greetings with the woman, the sound of slapping feet against the wooden floors was followed by the eager faces of Annabeth's twin brothers, Bobby and Matthew.

"Annabeth, did you get the stuff?" Bobby said his eyebrows disappearing under the brown coils against his forehead.

Matthew, presumably the mature one of the two rolled his brown eyes, showing the little resemblance he and his brother shared with Annabeth. For the most part, the twins resembled their Filipina mother more so than their father and it showed in their soft eyes and thick dark hair. But they couldn't escape the splatter of freckles on their nose that seemed to be Chase family staple.

"You bet I got the stuff, help Helen set up and then we can do business," Annabeth said as she made her way towards the living room, Percy following her lead awkwardly.

Matthew looked at his brother smugly, " I told you it was too good to be true."

Before sulking off to the kitchen, the boys set aside their negotiation and finally got a glimpse of the infamous Percy Jackson. Annabeth had been talking their ears off about him ever since the summer the two met. They knew vaguely about the two being an item from Matthews tendency to pick up his parents' grown-up conversations because he was just quiet enough to go unnoticed as opposed to Bobby who always made his presence known even if he didn't mean to. It was almost never good stuff.

Percy almost took a step back despite himself against the scrutinising gaze of the twins. Seriously, where could he learn to do that? Maybe Annabeth's Dad held lessons.

"Percy Jackson?" Bobby questioned.

Percy had always been great with kids. Annabeth had joked about it saying that it was only because he was basically a child himself. But something about making a first impression on his girlfriend's brother's who looked like they had their fair share in troublesome behaviour made it a lot harder. Percy could blow up a few school busses by accident here and there but the twins looked as if they would not only commit vandalism to school property but also devise an intricate plan before doing so. He had to make the right impression, he could feel the pressure from Helen's silent gaze and Fredericks presence from somewhere in the large suburban home.

"Yeah, that's me, it's nice to finally meet you two." Percy scratched the back of his neck subconsciously and turned to Helen.

very cool of him

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs Chase." He hesitated before her name not wanting to call her Helen and rendering himself as even more disrespectful than the image of him that she probably had in her mind.

"Yes, I've heard a lot about you. Frederick will be down shortly," She gave Annabeth a side-eye before telling Bobby to go upstairs and call his father from the office.

The silence that followed was enough to send Percy's inattentive mind to the surroundings of the house. It was a pretty big house, nothing too fancy though. The walls were decorated with various family photos and plaques of both Helen and Frederick's degrees and academic achievements.

He noticed quickly that Annabeth memorabilia was lacking save for a picture of her beside the wall nearest to the staircase with a smile, her two front teeth missing and posing proudly in front of a lego block set. Percy couldn't help but take his phone out of his pocket and snap a photo of it.

He didn't call for the loud shutter that erupted the silence and he definitely wasn't expecting to see Frederick Chase's aloof yet somehow still disapproving face on his phone screen.

Annabeth stifled her chuckle with a cough and went forward to greet her dad.

"Hey, Dad."

She wasn't sure whether to hug him but it didn't seem like he was opening his arms in an inviting embrace so Annabeth settled for an awkward handshake.

"Annabeth, I hope the traffic wasn't too bad."

Annabeth shot Percy a look that seemed to say,

‘look at this oaf.’

Percy was new to paternal interactions as well, having only met his dad in this last quarter of his life. But Frederick Chase's actions confused him too. His daughter had fallen into Tartarus and saved the world, putting her life at risk for the second time in the span of a year and the first thing he does is make conversation on vehicular congestion?

Percy calmed his fury at the man as he approached. They had met once before but the middle of a battle determining the fate of the world wasn't exactly the ideal setting to exchange pleasantries. In the back of his mind, Percy hoped he wouldn't attempt to give him "the talk" because quite frankly he didn't have any right to tell Percy to take care of his daughter when he'd been failing to do so himself.

"Percy, It's good to see you again. I hear you two have been on quite the journey these past months." Frederick led them to the dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table

This time, it was Percy's turn to throw a meaningful glance Annabeth's way.

Does this man know nothing?

Annabeth returned it with a squeeze of his leg as if she were saying, hang in there.

Helen arrived with steaming plates and bowls of food and the twins weren't far behind her trying to speedily set the table.

Percy thanked Helen for the food and right before he was about to dig into the steaming plate, Annabeth's fears were confirmed.

"It's a little warm in here don't you think? Annabeth must've forgotten to show you but you can hang your coat and scarf behind the door." Frederick suggested.

Percy looked at Annabeth for help, only to see the blood already rushing to her cheeks, fear evident in her eyes.

" Uh- I can't," Percy said shortly.

"You can't?" Frederick's eyebrows raised in question.

"He has this condition, it's uh, what was it called again Percy?" Annabeth aided which must've been suspicious because it wasn't like Annabeth to forget things.

"Um-eczema, it's pretty bad."

"Yeah, wouldn't want flakes of skin falling into your soup or anything," Annabeth added helpfully with a small smile on her face at the twins' disgust.

"Well, sorry I asked then," Frederick said suspiciously but didn't comment on it anymore.

Helen was busy serving Bobby and Matthew, seemingly unaware of the conversation. Percy tapped his foot against Annabeth's shin under the table to get her attention. They were good now. Annabeth shook her head at Percy's gullibility, not buying for a minute that her parents had bought it. But they didn't push, so as far as Annabeth was concerned she was blushing because her boyfriend had a terrible case of eczema and not because she had sucked his neck.

The dinner was unbearable. The food itself was great but even good food couldn't scratch the itch Percy felt to do or say something. Compared to mealtimes at Camp Half-Blood, which were always loud and eventful or dinnertime with Sally who always had something to say whether it be an idea that popped up while writing her manuscript or the oddly dressed poodle she saw on the subway- this dinner was a bore.

It wasn't long before they had retired to the living room again to make more small talk that conveniently avoided the topic of the two falling into the pits of hell. Annabeth had finally given the twins an anticipated copy of a comic series they followed and they'd resided upstairs to read it, leaving the couple alone with Annabeth's parents. They endured until it seemed appropriate to leave.

They were so close. Oh so close to getting up and getting as far away from the dull monotonous voice of the news reporter on TV to the warmth of the car when the tense air was broken by a musical note on the tv claiming to be an emergency weather report.

A blizzard.

It had to be Zeus. It was barely snowing when they had arrived. Percy and Annabeth were stuck and at this moment he had empathised with the dread that encompassed Annabeth every time she had to go home for the summer. How could a house so big feel so claustrophobic and lonely at the same time? The twins were lucky they had each other. He couldn't imagine how Annabeth managed.

"I guess it's a sleepover," Matthew's voice came from the kitchen as he licked the mocha from above his upper lip before running back up the stairs to his brother.

***

Before Percy knew it, he was in the Chase family guest room. Annabeth had nothing to worry about since she had clothes to wear to bed. She had changed into loose purple sweat pants with a long sleeve shirt and had come out of her room to help pick up the assortment of toys that were scattered on the floor. If Percy had an extra room in his house as a child he would probably make it an unofficial playroom as well.

This was probably just as inconvenient for the Chases as it was for them. Percy remembered how his mom fluttered around the house cleaning every surface before the arrival of guests and he finally understood why she always insisted he clean his room even if no-one was entering. Just in case Zeus decided to create a blizzard and snow-in the poor unsuspecting guests.

Percy's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door to the guest room. He opened the door for Helen, who had arrived with a bundle of Frederick's clothes. She placed them in his hands and left abruptly before he could thank her as if she had forgotten something. Annabeth laughed softly at the thought of Percy wearing her dad's plaid pyjama's.

"You think this is funny Wisegirl?" Percy said with a smile spreading on his face as he took off his coat and shirt and buttoned up the plaid print flannel.

"It's quite comical," she said, shamelessly looking at Percy's exposed chest as he fixed the last few buttons.

Annabeth averted her gaze quickly to the action figure on the floor when Helen resurfaced with a small bag of toiletries for Percy.

"Your condition isn't so bad," Helen said to Percy. She glanced at Annabeth, a hint of a sly smile on her usually stoic face.

Annabeth looked between the two of them. Helens eyes and Percy's exposed neck, scarf abandoned. She couldn’t somehow manipulate the mist and make herself disappear. So she opted for the second-best thing.

"Goodnight, I'm gonna go to my room now." she rushed out the words and almost crashed into Helen on her way out.

It was Percy's turn to be flustered as he nervously scratched his neck, then quickly switched to his head not wanting to bring any more attention to the very blatant hickey.

"Towels are in that closet," Helen said finally and closed the door behind her.

Percy puts on the rest of the clothes with two thoughts in mind:

1) Annabeth's cute when she blushes.

2) I hate it here.