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"Waking Up in Vegas"

Prologue, Chapter one:, Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4:

ok guys! we're back and reader's hot girl summer has started! Sorry I was gonna put this chapter out earlier today but i've just been so busy today plus i'm cooking up a 3rd part for "older" I got my period AND i have a math test and english essay coming up. If some parts don't make sense, its on purpose. Reader is disoriented and drunk half the time, the days blur together for her. Lmk what yall think of readers hot girl summer and what you want/think will happen in the next chapter .Sorry for any mistakes! Comments, reblogs and ASKS make my dayyyy and encourage me.

Saint-Tropez wasn’t just a place, it was a playground, a haven for those who didn’t care about consequences or anyone else’s rules.

And you? Well, you were done with rules.

For the last two weeks, you’d been living like this, untouchable, free, and completely lying to your family.

You had told Bruce you were staying with Ariel and her father, which was true, for the first two days anyway.

Ariel's father is a busy man, he couldn't take 2 and a half months off work to babysit two 16 year olds who would do what they wanted anyway. As soon as he left, Ariel began calling your two other close friends, Claire and Rory. Together, all four of you were unstoppable at school though it was an unspoken rule that you and Ariel were the dynamic duo. All four of you stayed in Ariel's ocean front villa, relaxing, tanning, and just getting settled.

God, let's not even start on how drastically everything changed while you were at boarding school and the family found out Tiffany's true colors. They were all so.....protective now. You got calls everyday, from each of your 'siblings' separately, dozens of texts asking you what you ate, who you were with, and what you were doing. You didn't entertain them. The only person you replied to was Bruce, and that's only because you knew if he wanted to, he could call off this whole trip.

You didn't answer Tim's random, vague questions like, "Who's that on your story? Do you know them? Are you sure they're safe to be with?" He was asking about a simple sunset dinner picture you posted with Ariel, so you blocked him. He's way too nosy.

You didn't reply to the groupchat the girls, Barbra, Steph, and Cass added you in called "The girls!!"

What a creative name!

You left after you saw 'Tiffany was removed from this conversation'. Maybe you were being petty but they obviously had this chat before and didn't bother to add you to it before Tiffany was exposed. It was your turn to ignore them.

You definitely didn't reply to Damian's outright threatening messages that he sent almost every other day, they all sounded something along the lines of "You will regret this. You cannot simply leave and run away from your family. Come home or else."

He's such a strange little boy, he spoke and acted like an angry Victorian prince. He texted you like you were close before, like it wasn't him who pushed you away. You were coming back in two months and yet he acted like ran away and changed your name.

Jason, Bruce, and Dick were the most consistent and annoying, in that order exactly.

Jason texted you every morning at 8 and every night 11, like clockwork. His texts were daily updates what he was planning on doing that day, asking you the same, and reminding you that he's sorry and that he loves you. It tugged at your heart not to answer him, and sometimes, you gave in and you could feel the joy in his response when you replied. You and Jason's conversations went like this, on the odd occasion you replied,

"Good morning." - Jason

"How are you? No trouble in paradise I hope."- Jason

"My days gonna be pretty dull today, nothing much except patrol. Might go to that bookstore you used to like." - Jason

Your cold heart would melt when he said things like that and you would reply,

"awww! jason, thats so sweet." and follow with "I'm good!! how bout you??? staying out of trouble?"

Jason was your softest spot and he knew it.

Bruce texted you three times a day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. His messages were dry and authorative, demanding answers. He wanted to know who you were with, what you were doing, if you left the house, and if you were okay. The fatherly care and authority isn't something your used to, it was strange. You weren't sure if you felt cared for or suffocated. You answered Bruce once a day, your tone straight to the point, answering only what he asked, nothing more.

Dick is by far the worst. He texted you constantly, as if trying to make up for 11 years of not texting you at all. He texted you when he woke up, when he slept, when he ate, what he ate, and sent you pictures of everything. Once he sent you a picture of a tiny bird saying it reminded him of you. You nearly blocked him after that, the only reason you didn't was because you liked how desperate he was. Not long ago, it was you spamming him like that. Plus he can be funny most of the time. You don't even want to think of the constant selfies he sent. You only ever replied once.

Dick sent a selfie of him hanging with some of the Titans, you forgot why or what he said along with it, but you do remember seeing Connor Kent shirtless in the background. You giggled and showed Ariel how hot he is. You replied to Dick almost instantly hearting the picture, screen shotting it, and drawing a heart around Connor saying something like, "WHO DAT IN THE BACK????" and "Tell superboy to hmu".

Dick was not happy about that, that was the last group selfie he ever sent. He got more frequent with his texts after that. He must've snitched to Jason because not even five minutes after you got a text from him.

"Remember what I said. No boys, i'll kick his ass." - Jason

You ignored him of course.

The sun beat down in the south of France, but you were far from concerned with the blistering heat. Not when there was a private yacht at your disposal, a poolside filled with strangers and familiar faces alike, and the soundtrack of Drake keeping your pulse racing. You felt the vibration of your phone against your palm for the third time in ten minutes. Another text from Bruce. He was becoming more insistent you answer him the longer you were gone. It's only been two weeks! Another "where are you?" or "be careful." As if you were gonna listen. Or reply to him.

Bruce. The man who'd ignored you for the better part of your life, suddenly acting like a worried father because Tiffany, the perfect sister, had betrayed them all. Tiffany, the adopted daughter who had somehow replaced you in their world. Now, she was the enemy, the traitor, the spy, and she was gone. That meant you had all the freedom you could ever want.

The more you thought about Tiffany the angrier you got. She had everything. How many summers has she spent on yatchs partying? How many times has she blown thousands of Bruce's dollars? Why were you forgiving them so easily? Why were you even listening to him?

Just because he apologized and said he'd change?

Why should you forgive Jason so easily and respect his rules, he ignored you for years and replaced you with Tiffany. The more you drank, the more you thought and the angrier you got. Who do they think they are? You've always been too nice, too obedient, and they're still taking advantage of it. You'd show them, show them what its like to be ignored and forgotten and made fun of.

For the next two months, you were going to ignore them. Bruce and jason included. You've been too nice, too good these two weeks, your friends were begging to party but you didn't want to, you were scared of disappointing them.

You were so angry nothing changed in you that you finally caved and decided to do what Claire and Rory were doing, give your phone to a worker here and have them turn the location on and send updates to Bruce. You still used the same icloud so you could read their messages and make sure they weren't suspicous.

He'd think you were always at the villa or just going into town, they won't know what hit them.

You turn to Ariel and grin, "I'm free. What are we doing tonight?" You were done obeying their rules and living your life for them. Who knows when you'd be alone in Europe with your best friends again.

Ariel hopped off her chair and squealed, her dark skin glowing from the sun, she grabbed you and twirled you around, your giggles echoing through the yacht and drawing Claire and Rory's attention.

Ariel grinned and explained to Rory and Claire, "Little Miss good girl finally came to her senses and went M.I.A with her dad. Now we can finally party! Hot girl summer starts now."

All three girls start squealing and join Ariel in her celebration.

You rolled your eyes feeling guilty, "I told you, you could've gone without me!"

Ariel wrapped her arm around you, "Nonsense, it's not a party without you. Now, come on we gotta go shopping if we're going out tonight. It's lucky that we both have daddy's black cards. It's really lucky that they have Dior, Hermes, and YSL down the street."

You weren't sure how much you spent and the drinks kept you from feeling guilty. Bruce is like, a bajilionaire, what you spent won't make a dent.

Somehow, you ended up on an even bigger yacht filled with guys, in your brand new Dior bikini with a matching bag.

By the time night fell, the yacht was buzzing, the VIP lounge overrun by people who hadn’t even been invited. The bass was so loud you felt it in your bones. You didn’t care. You've never felt so alive.

Your new phone wasn't getting any messages except DMs, and the woman you hired confirming Bruce thought you were sound asleep in the villa.

You can practically taste the summer air as you step onto the deck of the boat, laughing with Ariel and your friends and the others you’ve met along the way. No one cares about where you’ve been, where you’re going, or who your family is.

As the DJ cranks up the volume, a cute guy with long blonde hair catches your eye. You wink at him and saunter over. This summer is all about freedom, and you’re ready for it. His hands are already on your waist, pulling you close, and suddenly you’re lost in the rhythm, spinning and laughing, his lips brushing against your ear.

The night wears on, you drink more, laugh louder, flirt harder. The yacht turns into a blur of lights, drinks, and music. As midnight rolls around, the party shows no signs of slowing. You could stay here forever, with no rules but your own.

But then it happens. You wake up in a completely different city.

London.

You’re sprawled on a plush couch in a ridiculously luxurious flat, a half-empty bottle of champagne next to you. The room smells like expensive perfume, and the decor is all sleek lines and minimalist chic. You sit up slowly, your head pounding from last night.

You sit up straighter, rubbing your eyes.You vaguely remember a private jet, but it’s all blurry. One moment, you were on the deck of the yacht, living it up, and the next, you're waking up in an entirely new country.

You look around the room in panic and spot Ariel sleeping on the couch and a random guy, butt naked on the floor next to her. You sigh in relief at Ariel being okay and the fact you weren't kidnapped.

There’s a knock at the room door, and when you answer, it's a random guy from last night, British accent, disheveled hair, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He grins at you sheepishly. “Hey, you good?”

You, Ariel, the naked boy named Christian, and the Brit named Thomas, have breakfast and exchange stories of what you remember from last night. It was fun, but you and Ariel flew back to St. Tropez where a jealous Claire and a worried Rory were waiting.

Last night was fun, but it couldn't happen again. It was dangerous and if anything happened Bruce wouldn't know.

Except it did happen again, and again, all summer long.

The next weeks were a blur, Venice, Monaco, and Madrid, with stops in Dubai and Los Angeles along the way. Each city more vibrant and intoxicating than the last. Every place you went, you had the freedom to be whoever you wanted to be. There was always a fresh crop of people, and you reveled in not having to answer to anyone. No father, no brothers, no sisters, just you and your friends against the world.

You and Ariel lived your lives like you were gonna die tomorrow. You were unstoppable, no family, no rules, no responsibility. Your abilities weren't acting up at all, everything was perfect. Bruce and the family were off your back, being made to think you were at the villa all day.

The “No Boys Rule” was completely disregarded, though. It seemed that whenever you let your guard down for just a moment, you’d end up surrounded by someone new. Whether it was a guy from a club in Monaco or a guy you met on a private yacht in Venice, you were always finding someone new

Despite all the parties, the alcohol, and the private Instagram posts, and funny Tik Toks, there was still a growing sense that you weren’t living this life for you, you were living it for the rebellion, to spite Bruce.

It wasn’t just about freedom anymore. It was about finally being seen, even if that meant drifting away from everyone you once called family.

You only had one month left of absolute freedom, and you were gonna make the most of it. With Ariel, Rory, and Claire by your side, you partied in just about every city.

The final month of your wild European escapade had arrived, and things were only getting wilder.

The clock had no meaning anymore. Days and nights blended into each other as you danced from one city to the next, your world a whirlwind of music, champagne, and endless laughter. Ariel, Rory, and Claire had become your partners in crime, literally when you got arrested, but thats not important.

Each morning you woke up in a new place, groggy and confused, only to remember the night before—flashing lights, pounding beats, and the promise of more. Cannes, Monte Carlo, Paris, or Dubai, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the freedom you’d found in them, and in yourself. You were more than the neglected, ignored girl from Gotham; now, you were the life of the party.

there was always someone waiting to whisk you away to the next nightclub, the next gala, the next beach party where the world’s richest men tried to get your attention.

First, it was Paris. You could feel the eyes on you as soon as you entered the hotel lobby. The air smelled of expensive perfume, freshly polished marble, and the faintest trace of guilt, because in some corner of your mind, you could still hear Bruce’s voice echoing in your ears. But it quickly faded as the first private yacht rolled up to the dock. The deck was crowded with Parisian socialites and half-drunk billionaires, but it wasn’t about the crowd, it was about the feeling of being wanted. Being worshipped.

It was in Paris that you really started feeling the distance between you and the life you’d left behind. The champagne flowed easily, the laughter came effortlessly, but there was an ache you hadn’t anticipated. A pang that struck at the edges of your satisfaction, the kind you couldn’t drink away.

You thought about Bruce. His pleading words, his desperation, and how, for a moment, you almost felt sorry for him. But only for a moment. You couldn’t let him win. Couldn’t let them see that you’d needed them. Because that would mean giving up everything you had now, the freedom, the endless nights, the city hopping, the boys who adored you.

You let it all sink in, just for a second, how much control you had over them now. How much they wanted you back, how much they needed you back. It felt good, knowing that you could walk away and have them chase after you, like you used to chase them.

Maybe it was the brief, fleeting moments when you thought about Gotham, about Bruce, about your family, and how none of it felt real anymore. They’d played their games, ignored you, and now it was your turn.

Meanwhile, your phone was a constant buzz of messages. Tim had sent at least five texts, each one more urgent than the last. Jason called twice, his voice sharp and filled with that annoying overprotectiveness he just developed. And Bruce… well, Bruce sent you one long, pleading message, something about understanding, about giving him another chance, and answering his calls. You didn’t even bother reading it all. You didn’t need to. You didn’t care enough to respond.

You had no intention of being tied down by anyone, but when a French prince with dark, tousled hair and eyes that burned through your soul offered you a glass of champagne and a seat next to him, you took it.

You didn’t even have to look for him, he found you. He was the one with the perfect jawline, the one who could be a model if he wasn’t already a prince. His eyes, blue locked onto yours the second you entered the VIP area. A raised brow, a subtle smirk, and you knew that for tonight, he was yours.

You didn’t speak much. He didn’t ask questions, and that was the kind of energy you craved. A few words, some flirting, fleeting touches, and then you were in his Lambo, the leather seats smooth under your skin as the city sped by. He went as fast as you wanted, loving the thrill and impressed look in your eyes.

The thrill was intoxicating, the feeling of being someone else, someone free. The kind of person who didn’t have to answer to anyone. A few hours later, you were standing on a balcony, watching the sunrise, your lips tingling from the kiss he’d stolen.

Your mind was a haze of laughter and the aftertaste of expensive whiskey. The view of the French Riviera was far too beautiful to appreciate right now, and your thoughts wandered back to Gotham, to the family you’d abandoned, the ones who had never cared for you.

But as the days wore on, it was harder to ignore the hollow feeling creeping in. The message from Dick, the one where he told you that he loved you, stayed in your mind longer than it should have. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You didn’t owe him anything. But you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a second, what it would have been like if things were different.

You turned away from those thoughts quickly. You couldn’t afford to get attached. Not now. Not when you were on the verge of something bigger. The freedom you had now was everything you wanted. No one could take that from you.

You couldn’t let them control you. You wouldn’t let them.

You and Ariel were inseparable now, pulling Claire and Rory into your whirlwind of recklessness. You all had your roles, Ariel was the carefree partier, Claire the quiet one who always managed to keep ya'll out of trouble, and Rory was the one always ready with a camera and a new Tik Tok idea. You were the star, the one they all gravitated toward.

Each day was a new city, a new set of challenges, a new set of eyes who wanted to be close to you. You knew the game, knew how to play it. You knew how to keep them guessing, how to make them want you more.

So, you danced. You partied. You lived in the moment and let your life spiral further from Gotham’s grasp.

From there, it was off to the next city.

Las Vegas; Sin City, there was no place like it. You couldn’t even remember how you got there, your mind fuzzy with a mix of adrenaline and whatever was in that last glass of tequila. The strip was lit up like daylight, people everywhere, the air thick with smoke and the sound of slot machines ringing through the night.

You woke up in a penthouse suite that could have been mistaken for an entire floor of the Bellagio, the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. And there he was, a prince. The same French prince, draped in a robe embroidered with gold thread, a fresh glass of mimosas on the table beside him. He was smirking, lounging on the couch like this was all part of his daily routine. You couldn’t even remember how you got to the suite. What had happened between the bar and now? You didn’t care.

He didn’t seem to care either, his hand casually tracing the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving you. You laughed, feeling the surrealness of it all wash over you, the weight of your last 48 hours in Ibiza and Monaco still fresh on your skin. One minute, you were dancing at a celebrity’s secret after-party in Monaco, and the next, you were here, on the other side of the world with some mysterious prince who had probably already forgotten your name.

The rest of the night was spent taking private jet rides to exclusive clubs, partying with people whose names you couldn’t even pronounce, and waking up to the flashing lights of a casino floor. Vegas was the kind of place where everything felt fake, but that didn’t matter. You really are Brucie Wayne's daughter.

Next stop, Ibiza, the heart of Europe’s clubbing scene. Ariel and you slipped into the club, stepping past the velvet ropes like it was second nature. The security guard practically bowed as you walked by. The crowd parted for you, the clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of expensive conversations filling the air.

This was where you belonged. The heat of the island, the night that stretched into forever. You and Ariel danced on top of the table at Pacha, popping bottles like they were nothing, the music vibrating in your bones, the crowd chanting your name like you were the star of the show. It was your second night there, and you had already met a Spanish duke who was more interested in buying you a yacht than actually getting to know you. There was white powder everywhere, tempting you to try but you didn't give in. Who knows what could be in it. Your friends and most people at the club didn't share the same idea.

You just wanted to enjoy the view and keep the party going but you were worried, maybe this was too much.

“we’ve got to live for the moment,” Ariel grinned, taking a shot of something that made her eyes water. “Who cares if we’re in a foreign country surrounded by dangerous people? It’s the best kind of chaos. When else are we gonna do this?”

Somehow you ended up on a private yacht again, this time surrounded by Ibiza’s elite. You weren’t sure how many shots of tequila you’d had, but you knew that the man at your side had given you a diamond bracelet to match your dress. You accepted with a grin asking him to put it on for you, your hair wild, your makeup smudged from hours of dancing, but it didn’t matter. You were untouchable.

It was getting close to 3 AM, and the music hadn’t stopped. The drinks kept flowing, and the Duke’s yacht you somehow ended up on was finally leaving the dock. You couldn’t remember how you ended up on the boat, but you were there now, floating on a million-dollar boat with peopl you’d only seen on TV. One of the men from the night before was already making eye contact, his glass of sangria in hand.

It was hard to be shy in a setting like this. Rory, who’d never been afraid of attention, was deep in conversation with a couple of supermodels who were likely on their third or fourth drink. Claire was wrapped up in a flirtation with the duke who owned this yacht, and Arie was in her own world, laughing with a group of guys who were definitely not short on cash.

The next morning, you woke up on the yacht, the sun blazing over the Mediterranean. You stretched lazily, your body still buzzing from the night before, and found yourself face-to-face with the man from last night.

He smirked, “Care for another round?” he asked, his accent thick, the sound of the waves crashing against the boat providing an oddly peaceful background.

You laughed and agreed. It was all so easy, this life. This endless, carefree abandon. No rules, no family to answer to, no obligations. It was just you, your friends, and a bunch of gorgeous strangers who only saw you for the party girl you had become. And for now, that was enough.

Next, Monaco, the grandest of them all. You didn’t just go to Monaco, you ruled it. You, Ariel, Claire and Rory crashing the most exclusive gala in the world; rich industrialists, F1 drivers ,tech moguls, the faces that appeared on the front of every magazine. But to you, it was just another game to play. Every conversation was a carefully curated performance, everyone vying for your attention, for your approval.

The days blurred together. Each city more beautiful, each party more decadent than the last. Monaco was wild, filled with the world’s elite and their very bored children. The private yacht parties were nothing short of a movie set, jet skis, champagne, drugs, and the sun beating down relentlessly. The thrill of it all never left, and every night you found a new billionaire, actor, or race car driver to distract you. It wasn’t about them, not really, it was about keeping the power in your hands, it was about feeling good. Taking away the pain that came with your powers, fortunately, men were jumping into your bed.

You didn’t even have to try. One wink, one smile, and suddenly you were in a Bentley, whisked away to a private after-party in a hidden corner of Monaco’s coastline. The prince of some oil-rich kingdom was at your side, and the night was long, filled with laughter and stolen kisses under the stars. You didn’t care what his name was, where he came from, or who he was, he was just another prince who could buy you anything you wanted.

You met guy, almost as rich as Bruce, who you beat at poker, he was more than happy to throw a yacht party in your honor. The invitation was clear: “Come party with us. No rules. No limits.”

Ariel had already decided to make a game of seeing how many men she could flirt before sunset, while Rory was doing her usual thing, charming people with her wit. You, on the other hand, had become the center of attention, as if the whole event was designed around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a conversation that didn’t involve someone trying to buy you a drink, or a private island.

As the weeks stretched on, you could barely keep track of all the cities you had visited. You spent one night in Berlin, dancing until dawn in one of the city’s most infamous clubs. The next, you were in Milan, draped in designer clothing and laughing with the most influential fashion people in the world. Every day felt like a new chapter, filled with new people, new parties, and a new sense of power.

It was intoxicating. Everyone loved you here, you were the life of every party. You had so many friends, you'd never be alone again.

There was something so exhilarating about being surrounded by people who knew your last name, who were used to rubbing elbows with people like Bruce Wayne, but didn’t realize you were his daughter.

You felt it in your bones now, the distance between you and Gotham was growing wider. The weight of the past, the guilt that had once threatened to crush you, was nothing more than a distant memory. Each city, each new face, each new party was a reminder that you didn’t need them. You didn’t need anyone.

But deep down, something shifted. Maybe it was the late-night conversations with Ariel on the balcony of a villa in Santorini, the wine flowing freely as you discussed the future, her dreams, your dreams, how you’d never go back to the way things were. Maybe it was the quiet moments alone on the edge of some private infinity pool, staring out at a horizon that seemed endless and just… empty.

You didn’t know when you started to feel it, but you knew one thing for sure: when you finally did come back to Gotham, you weren’t going to be the same person who had left.

The Final Stop, St. Tropez. You did a full circle. Your last hurrah before you returned home, or where your family assumed you were all this time. The private beach parties, the yachts that lined the harbor, the whispers of billionaires in their private jets. You danced in the sand, surrounded by flashes from cameras and jealous glares from women who had no idea who you were, but wanted to be you all the same.

A private villa awaited you, and there, amidst the most extravagant décor, you found yourself facing yet another prince, yet another man eager to claim you as his own.

You turned to find a prince—probably from denmark—standing next to you. You immediately recognized his face from magazines. He was the one who was always pictured at galas with his equally famous family. He was beautiful, dark-haired and dangerous, with a body like chiseled stone. But the only thing you could think about was how long it would take before you got bored of him, before you moved on to the next.

His thick accented voice cut through your thoughts, "Well, if it isn't the infamous party girl." He smirked eyeing you up and down.

"Oh, so you've heard of me" You said smiling. You had no idea how he knew you, all your socials were private and theres no way you had mutual friends. You froze for a second, just how far has your reputation proceeded you, did Bruce hear?

You brushed the thought away as soon as it came, Bruce didn't exist. Not tonight, your last actual night of freedom. Not when you were boarding the flight to gotham after tomorrow.

"Hard not to. You've been everywhere. Paris, London, Ibiza, Monaco, Dubai, Vegas. You're practically the princess of Europe." He grinned leaning closer.

After two months you were finally starting to feel the rush of it all catching up to you. But for now? Who cared? You were a 16-year-old filled with confidence, chaos, and fun. The world was yours, and there was no one who could stop you, least of all, your father, who were still clueless about your whereabouts and secretly obsessing over your every move. You were too busy living in the moment to care about that.

You were officially the European Party Girl, the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one they all wanted to take selfies with.

Ariel once called you a prince magnet, she wasn't wrong. You woke up next to him the next morning, his strong arms around your waist.

When you went back to Gotham, you weren’t just going to show up. You were going to treat them like they treated you all these years, you were going to laugh in their faces, ignore them like they ignored you.

As you and Ariel spent your last night together packing, you couldn't help but smile. In these two months with her, you lived more than you had in your entire life.

When you boarded the plane back to Gotham, you were different. You were someone new, someone who had tasted freedom and wasn’t sure if she could ever go back. The Waynes had no idea what was coming for them, but you were ready. The game had shifted, and you were about to play it all the way to the end.

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[dont-ask-invisobill]

IT'S BEEN FOUR YEARS???? listen. life happens really hard.

i just wanted to announce here, in case anyone following this blog is still active and interested, that i really want to give this whole ask blog business another shot. however, this blog is attached to my Former main account, and i've since moved, and signing back in here and seeing the clutter of my old blog would drive me wild, SO!!: we're moving!!!! the url of the new ask blog is the same as the (former) url of this blog: @ask-invisobill. if you wanna drop an ask while i get the whole thing started again, feel free to!

i'm gonna be redoing this comic as a lil promo thing in the meantime; until then, i probably won't be responding to any asks unless they're directed at me, the mun! and not danny! he's busy right now please be patient thank you for ur understanding.

this post is queued to post daily for, like, a month or something, so even if you don't wanna follow the new blog, definitely unfollow this one for your own sanity.

see you there!

[i-like-turkey]

I saw your Bluesky account was no longer active. I had also noticed you hadn’t posted since thanksgiving. I hope you’re ok and Pupperoni is also doing ok. Holidays can be brutal. Please know you are valued. And you are important.

Thanks for checking in on me!

Short answer: My pup is doing great. I’m not. But I’m alive and fully intend to stay that way.

Long answer: 2024 is officially in the running for the worst year of my life. It started with two massive losses in February and then another one in early May. I dealt with my dog grief by going out and getting a puppy. She is the only reason I got through those early days cause instead of not sleeping cause I’m bawling my eyes out, I was not sleeping cause I was getting up multiple times to take her potty. And then during the day I was too busy chasing her around to feel much of anything.

But then May hit and her behavior started changing. Instead of my biggest worries being a noise complaint cause she’d bark herself to sleep in her crate, it was can I get her out of my apartment without her biting my arms down to the bone and ripping my clothes to shreds and accidentally strangling me with the strap to her treat bag?

So this last summer was fucking hell. I tweeted a bit about it, but y’all don’t know half the story. Imagine being ten minutes from your car and your dog is so scared that she’s lost her fucking mind and the only thing she can do at that moment is attack YOU. She doesn’t care about sticks or treats or sniffing grass or anything else. All she wants is to bite YOU. And now you've gotta figure out how to get her back to your car without losing a finger or having someone call animal services on you.

I was bleeding daily and sleeping maybe 3-4 hours a night even though my pup was finally sleeping through the night cause I was stressed and cause was on a mission for answers. I was constantly Googling dog training and behavior and getting tips and seeing horror stories about dogs that had to get put down because they were acting like my pup. And that thought was killing me cause I couldn’t fathom losing another dog so soon after I said goodbye to my first baby.

So I wasn’t myself this summer. I was quick to anger and couldn’t think rationally and more stressed out than I’d ever been at any point in my life, law school included. Those days are now just a blur of horribleness and I’m glad that we got my pup’s medication figured out and that we're through them.

But getting through them has brought clarity and time and the mental state to actually deal with my grief and process all of the other things that I’ve lost throughout the year. I used the analogy for grief last chapter of a semi-truck of elephants strapped to Kate’s back. That’s appropriate for me here especially in December, but Kate’s swiss cheese analogy actually fits my situation better. I’m full of holes. I’ve lost big, massive chunks of my life and they aren’t coming back and there's no replacement for them. I’m empty and I’m lonely and I need to get my shit together because I can’t keep going on like this.

And that means I need to leave fandom. I’ve tried to put on a brave face and pretend that everything is ok, but I can’t do that anymore. Opening social media is just a reminder of the past and what’s gone and what’s not coming back and how sad and lonely I am. So it’s time to go. I deactivated bluesky. I haven’t opened IG in ages. Idk what I’m gonna do about it yet. I’ll figure it out. I might delete or I just might let it be a zombie account. My twitter accounts can live on as zombies. I will keep tumblr because it predated my participation in the Kacy fandom, but I don’t think I will be around much. I need to focus my scant free hours on cultivating real life connections.

[starsh1ne-va1ly]

To win youre heart (1)

Theme: Akai and Furuya are fighting for youre attantion. What they didnt know was that you were already married, with Masumi.

Request by : @jennieyeager

Warning : grammar mistakes//one side feelings

Character : (platonic) Akai x f!reader x furuya //(Romantic) Masumi sera x f!reader

Note : Heyyy I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT THAT LONG (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I was busy working, but now I'm done. Sadly Tumblr dosent let me post anything over 4000 (or was it 400? I dunno) letters, so I had to make a part 2. I hope you like it!

Shuichi was the first one to meet you. He had seen you in a libary, and after approching you he found out how sweet and charming you were. You immadiatly got his attantion.Furuya though, had met you while working. You sat in the Poirot, being already so polite when he came to you to get youre order, even if you werent able to speak japanese that well. But that was no problem with Furuyas english skills. He was somehow bound to see you more often, finding you regulary in the Café or sitting in a Park when he was walking haro. He easily found himself falling for you.The same was for Shuichi, you we're quit often in the libary, almost on a daily Basis. Sometimes even in the supermarket. Youre smile and laugh was to die for. He could'nt help but want you for himself. It was like fate, you were made for eachother. He was more calm and quit and you, you were joyfull and a chatty person.So one day, it comes, and Furuya finds you with Akai in the store going grocery shopping. And he is pissy. How comes that AKAI is always where he's aswell? And now hes also getting lovely dovley with the woman HE lost HIS heart to? Hes not gonna let him away with this. You deserve better.Akai obviosly catching up on his weirdly I-know-better behaivier and making it his goal to make you fall for him. It was his plan to court you anyways, so why not make it a little game to show whos better? Akai loves to rail Furuya up, and seeing you smile makes his heart do things, he never thought possible.Shuichi is now provocating furuya whos passive agressivly talking back at him. Too confused by this weird arguement you continue you're Shopping and end up leaving with neither of them.When rei meets you again, he apolegised and promised that this would never happen again. But he did, told you to stay away from Akai. Saying he would be no good and could get you in danger.So now, they both always fight for youre attantion,to win youre heart. Furuya compliments you whenever he gets the chance, ask you out for a walk or for dinner at a expensive Restaurant.Shuichi offering to drive you to youre Uni/College/ whatever, whenever you want. Ask you to come at his place and makes you try his curry. Flirts to make youre heart flip like he wants to.Just, for some reason, it never makes a diffrents. No matter what they do, or how often they flirt. You dont seem to catch up in their behaivor.

Work made by @lostin7hsky I dont own these character. Dont repost without my consent!

[m00nchildwrites]

I had this super long post detailing this issue of somebody coming at me sideways about something whenever they were already coming at me sideways about some actually stupid other thing. But it had so many typos in it that I deleted it.

Just to summarize, and as a disclaimer, if I use a term like bro or or dude, I am using it as it's neutral, slang meaning not the webster dictionary meaning. If this bothers you whenever I use it directed to you, let me know and I will do the best that I can to remember that your handle doesn't like those words used directed at you. I am going to ask that you give me a little bit of grace because it is a part of my vernacular and how I talk. And since we are not in person and I can't associate your words with your face and your name, it is harder for me personally, to remember these kinds of things since people change their handles and they're icons so often.

The rest of that post was talking about how people, as a whole, don't know how to have conversations and deal with confrontation in a healthy way. Essentially, the internet culture and in pop culture here in the states, it has become sort of this saying that you hear people say all the time is that:

it doesn't matter what you intended your words to mean. If someone takes offense to it, it's your fault and you are in the wrong.

And people have kind of taken that and ran with it out of context and applied it to basically everything, and it's just not true. And I know that a lot of people are going to get really mad at me for saying that, but facts are facts.

There are so many psychology and self-help and business books that talk about the art of debate and the art of arguments, and art of conversation, and in every single one of those books, almost always, they give you this tip in order to avoid unnecessary confrontations and i'm going to give you guys this tip because I feel like a lot of people do I don't know this and I know that I didn't know it until relatively recently and my many years of life. The tip is this-

In a conversation, no matter the medium, if somebody says something and you hear that or read it, and you interpret that as an intentional hurt. And the word intentional here, it's very important. And i'm going to come back to that. But if you interpret what somebody says as them intending it or meaning it hurt, you put you down or cause you harm in any way, then you should check them. And what it means to check them is you should literally stop the conversation in a level headed, level toned, and facially neutral way. In other words, you want to be as neutral as you possibly can. Because your goal here is not to fight or argue. It is to inquire or to gain information that you currently do not have. What you're gonna do is you going to ask them: "Did you mean what you just said to sound that way?" This does two possible things. On the one hand if that person did not mean what they said to come out the way that it sounded, which is 80-90% of the time, probably the case, because, let's face it, we're human, and sometimes yeah, we misspeak. Sometimes things sound a certain way on our head, and then they sound differently when we say it out loud, it happens all the time. So by asking them if they meant it how it sounded, you are giving them the opportunity to provide you an explanation or to reword what they said. This is important because, you know, even when it comes down to simple basic. Terms, 2 different people can interpret them, and they can have different meanings to each person. So sometimes asking somebody to redefine something to understand how they meant it can avoid a lot of misunderstandings and unnecessary disagreements and arguments.

The second possible outcome of stopping and checking somebody for their meaning is also my personal favorite possible outcome. And that's because I live with somebody who is a narcissist. So I am used to verbal mind, games and warfare on a daily basis. This person as one of my parents, so I've literally dealt with this my whole entire life, and if you are in a situation where you're dealing with the same thing, then stopping and checking people for their meaning is going to be especially helpful to you. The second thing that stopping and checking somebody does is essentially in a non confrontational way.You are calling somebody out on their crap. Because if you stop and check them and they did mean it in a harmful way and intentional way, then they are going to have to either a stand their ground and say, yeah, I was being a jerk. Or in the case of if you're dealing with a narcissist or somebody who knows is embarrassed because you just called them out for that, that person is going to then try to backpedal and make it seem less bad, then it was. And if that's the case you then get the satisfaction of watching that mental olympics take place as they try to backpedal their way out of the mess that they just walked into, because you are holding yourself in a dignified level headed way and they're the ones making themselves look stupid.

When it comes to normal, everyday conversations, stopping and checking somebody for their intended meaning can avoid conflicts and confrontations, and it can also open the door for discussions in a healthy way. This is especially important when it comes to sensitive social issues such as misgendering. This is a very socially sensitive topic, and whenever you're talking to somebody who is on the other side, and they don't understand or maybe they're not wanting to understand why misgendering is a problem, if you're the one that you're holding yourself in a level ahead and dignified way, and you are approaching that situation maturely, and with elegance to the way that you're handling it, you're putting that person in a situation where a they're more likely to listen to you, because you are being level handed and dignified, and you're treating them in a way that's not going to instinctually put them on the defensive, which is something that you want?If you genuinely want to make a change in the world, you want to change who people think. And unfortunately, you can't do that by force. You have to do that by having them see things from a different point of view, having them expand their knowledge, and how do you do that? You do that by getting people to listen.

Now, if you go at the situation where you are not asking someone how they meant something, and you are assuming insult from the start, and you are assuming that the intent was to harm or-- and this is where my previous statement where I said that it would come back because it's important. This is where it comes back-- if you are telling somebody that it does not matter what their intention is and that they are immediately in the wrong- what you've done is you have taken a possible opportunity for change growth, and you have made it have no other alternative, but to be a confrontation and an argument. Because what you've done is you have gone on the attack, which is going to put the other person on the defensive. And that means that their focus is going to be on defending themselves and their position and not on listening and learning.

Now, obviously this is not true for every situation. There are some things that some people can say that it is universally understood because there is extensive history behind those words that if somebody uses those words, they are meaning it in a harmful way. Or perhaps they're ignorant, but due to the weight of the history with the word, that's not an excuse in that situation.

However, in this example, from my situation that just occurred, you have terms that used to mean by definition, one thing and through the use through the vernacular culturally, both on the internet and in the spoken word, those terms have evolved and their definition has changed. Essentially, they have become slang for something else. These terms are so widely used in that new way, and that it is universally understood based on context, what the intended meaning is. In those instances, if you have that reactionary response to somebody using them to you whenever they personally mean something different to you, that is not at the fault of the person using them. In other words, the person using them should not be treated as if they intentionally meant harm. And to say so or to react as if that is, so it's almost ... i don't want to say stupid, maybe ignorant? or perhaps silly? But at the very least, immature. Because again, most people understand the terms new, meaning it's not new, knew. It's something that has slowly evolved in the culture over the past 20 years. Really since social media became widely used.

So why is this important? This is important because you know knowing how to properly argue or deal with a confrontation is an essential part of being a member of society and as humans, we are societal animals, it is an inescapable fact unless you go somewhere very remote and never see another person and live as a hermit.

Unfortunately, we all have to learn how to talk to each other. And a big part of that is learning how to deal with disagreements and confrontations. I'm a big old nerd. When it comes to psychology, I also read a lot of business books and leadership books. But if you're not a person who is into that, I still would highly recommend that you read a book about how to argue effectively for how to argue more intelligently, because it will help your relationships both romantically and platonically and In business and at work. I believe it's self growth, that's very important. And so is self reflection, and so that's why i'm making this post explaining these things, because i'm actually hoping that maybe it'll help somebody.

But also, as a general disclaimer, for people that interact with my page. If I ever do anything that upsets you or that you interpret in the wrong way, ask me and I'll explain my intended meaning or if it's me using a word that you don't like to you, I'll do my best to change that. Treat for me with respect and I will treat you with respect.

That said, I won't start it, but I will definitely finish it. And if you come at me sideways, i'm going to make sure that you know how goofy you look, and then i'm gonna block you.

[iheartpeppino]

I thought about posting this on AO3 but I realized that tagging it would be a nightmare, so... here it is, my love letter to Peppino Spaghetti, in response to his letter to me. (For context: we are engaged in this scenario.)

Dearest Peppino,

It was very sweet of you to find the time to write me a letter when I know how busy you've been with the pizzeria. I honestly can't stop reading it over and over. It warms my heart to know that even with all the stress you take on daily, working as hard as you do, you still think of me and make time for me. It amazes me how much you really do love me. Then again, we wouldn't be getting married if that weren't the case, right?

Mom and I have been keeping quite busy planning the wedding. Currently, she's trying to find someone who will supply the flowers. I'm trying to work on the guest list and decide who's doing what during the ceremony and the reception. Making so many big decisions for such an important day is exhausting, but in the end, it'll be worth it. Because it's going to be the perfect day that celebrates our love, Peppino. And I couldn't be more excited about it.

I know you're nervous about the big day, sweetie. I don't like the idea of standing up in front of so many people, either. And I totally understand you not wanting to wear itchy clothes. I want you to be comfortable, so... if you wanna wear your normal clothes plus a bow tie to our wedding, I'd be okay with it! Heck, wear your hat, too, if you'd like! I mean, the dress I picked out isn't exactly traditional. As long as you look nice and feel comfortable, you can wear whatever you want, okay? This is your day, too, sweetie. I care about your happiness just as much as you care about mine.

And hey, don't worry about all the people watching us during the ceremony. They're gonna see us, and they're all gonna be jealous of us. Because we found each other, and we're planning to spend the rest of our lives together. How many people can safely say they found their other half? Not many!

I keep picturing our big day. Me, walking down the aisle, wearing my dress. You, waiting at the altar for me, smiling at me. You're sweating nervously, but you're just as excited as I am. I approach you, take your hands in mine, and gaze into your eyes. I get lost in my feelings of love for you even as the preacher drones on; I barely care about a word he says as I focus solely on you, and how happy you make me every time I'm with you. Oh, I'll pay attention when I have to. I'll say “I do”, exchange rings and vows with you. And I'll do it all with passion! But just know that all the rest of the time, I'll be too busy floating on cloud nine, because I'm so happy I'm finally going to be your wife.

Hey, Pep... I didn't want to worry you, but... there's a reason I haven't been stopping by as much lately. I've actually been feeling a bit depressed lately, and it's been weighing on me. The world is a pretty messed up place right now, and it's hard not to feel down about it. Honestly, I need to stop watching the news. There are too many genuinely terrible people out there who have nothing better to do than to take advantage of those more poor and desperate than they are. It's super-disheartening, to say the least, and I've lost so much hope for this world.

Receiving your letter when I did was like someone turning on a light in the dark.

I think as long as you and I stick together through this world's craziness, we'll be fine. Like you said, we're doing this life thing together. Whether it's taking care of the restaurant or something bigger, we'll do it as a team. I've got your back, honey! I know you have mine, too.

You know how you say I make you feel calm even when you don't want to feel calm? You have the same effect on me, honestly. Whenever I see you, or hear your voice, or think about you, I'm suddenly grounded. I'm not freaking out like I usually do. So strongly you have won my heart, you've calmed the storm in my brain. You really are a special man, Peppino. I'm so happy you're mine. And I'm so, so grateful to be yours.

Please do me a favor and take your own advice. Don't push yourself too hard, and remember to take breaks, okay? I know you're a strong man who likes to work hard and get things done, but your mental health ALWAYS comes first, got it? If you ever feel like you need a break, don't be afraid to ask for help and take one for as long as you need. I mean it. I'll be mad if you push yourself too hard! I don't mind taking care of you, but the last thing I want is for you to make yourself sick because you were too stubborn. I don't mean to sound like a nag, I promise. I'm just worried about you. Please, please take care of yourself, Peppino! I love you with all my heart and soul, my beautiful sweet man!

Love,

Melissa

P.S. I've been thinking about our future together... how do you feel about starting a family?

[manchurian-barnes]

Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Four (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

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Peter paced back and forth around his apartment, pondering every outcome of taking you out on a date. He ran his hands through his hair and just let out, a sigh, a massive friggin 'what the hell are you doing Peter?' kind of sigh. Though all he could think about was how happy he was that you even liked him back marginially, he also found that happy thought being replaced by the sight of you getting hurt. By the sight of you bleeding. By the sight of you in his arms bleeding and him knowing it was his fault and he couldnt stop it- He stood still and just looked at his mask, freshly off his head, over his raditor...

"Fuck me..." He whispered, "c'mon parker." He took a deep breath. Dating was hard enough, the looming and ever presant threat of something happening to you, well, that only further complicated matters...

You sat in the middle of your bed staring at a blank word document. Nothing was coming to you, no stories, nothing in the news sparked enough interest to even try and draft something. You closed that tab and instead opened another, google, good ol' google.

You bit your lip before typing 'spider-man sightings'. Staring at the page as it loaded up. most recent sightings no less than an hour ago. It was exceptionally difficult at the moment to really picture that being Peter, you knew it was yet, the idea of him letting himself go through hell daily and still showing up to the damn coffee shop with his bright smile - the fact he was always more conerned by your day than his... It was difficult to fathom someone who had so much good inside their heart. "Jesus Christ...get a grip, it's not that weird...it's not that weird..." You whispered to yourself as you watched a video of Spider-Man stopping a truck with his hands. Biting your lip you reached for your phone, holding it to your ear.

"Hey, HI!" Peter's voice came through the phone, chirpy as he ever was. "A truck hit you tonight-" You informed him as if he didn't know. "That's a really good metaphor for you admitting you like me-" "Peter-" "Seriously that is why you're a writing y/n-" He stopped at your sigh. "I'm alright." He assured you. It took a moment before you found it in you to respond to that. "Yeah-right." You nodded. Pinching the bridge of your nose. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay...I just wanted to make sure you were still...able to take me to dinner."

The weak laugh that came from you made Peter's heart clench. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around, trying to find the right words for any of this. He'd considered this all from his side, but had never considered what it would be like to be interested in someone like him...someone who risked his life, someone who you would never really know if youd see him again...wasn't really anyone's normal.. "Im okay." He spoke softly, "Ive been doing this like...half my life now and im okay...I swear to you, if i wasn't...i'd of stopped by now." He informed you, "Now, worry about what youre gonna wear...I want to see you like...now ideally but I'm willing to wait until tomorrow..." He laughed.

Rose covered your cheeks by the time he was finished talking and you let out a sigh. "Should i wear a dress? how fancy is the place-" "It's like, so fancy." He chuckled. "We're doing this?" You asked. "We are doing this, but you should know, I don't kiss on the first date, I'm not easy-" He joked. "Who told you I want to kiss you?" That made him laugh, harder than he probably should've.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"Oh Parker...I've never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life."

End Of Part Four - Finale!

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[punamc]

I installed Tumblr because of @amar-hiyar-majhe

She is an active blogger in Tumblr and since we're very close to each other, she wanted me to write blogs too and then to reblog each other's posts. I did install it a few days back but couldn't actually get the time to sit and think about any desired topic. And everyday she was like "Punam, when are you gonna write blogs???" And each time I said, "I've no idea what to write."

I'm an introvert, a loner and an overthinker. So I guess everyone can understand what I do when I'm alone. I think a lot. I think about everything deeply. But it's not a rare thing. Most of the people (mainly girls) nowadays have the tendency to overthink stuffs.

But usually I don't have the habit of jotting down my feelings. I do write a few paragraphs in my "Keep Notes" app when I feel extreme, which is usually once or twice a month. But I like to keep those private. Moreover, nowadays I'm not even getting the time to feel overwhelmed. It's not like I'm very busy. It's just that I don't allow myself anymore to think too much and get hurt about something which will make no good in my life and like to keep myself busy most of the time. Those used to physically hurt my brain and heart which was absolutely unhealthy so I decided to just stop. Nowadays I have an attitude like "Jo hoga dekha jayega".

Today all of a sudden I remembered someone close to me saying that I should keep a hobby for myself. Something I'll like to do when I'm free which will refresh my brain. I had one before which is singing but due to some reasons it's no more a hobby of mine. After that I didn't consider anything as my hobby. Although I love to read books and sometimes write about stuffs but that's not regular. On a regular basis I usually watch YouTube videos and movies but again it's not so productive. Basically these things don't take much time and we don't require to give much attention and concentration. And for these reasons they're not productive.

I thought I should start being productive now. And writing blogs is one among them. So yeah, from now I'll start writing blogs, not on a daily basis, but whenever it'll be relevant for me.

And that's it! I blabbered too much about myself which was not necessary I guess. Thank you to the few people who'll read it till the end.

We all should start discovering ourselves more.

~Punam

[nancypullen]

Back to Reality

I've always been a homebody, a nester. Few things make me happier than a cozy, sweet home and a pot of soup bubbling on the stove. After ten wonderful days in France we flew home (well, that took an extra day) and slipped back into our daily routine. After a good night's sleep I made a grocery run, came home and tossed in travel laundry, then got busy on a pot of vegetable soup. Not gonna' lie, France is better. Denton stinks. One positive note, when we arrived home and turned onto our little cul-de-sac the autumn color was bursting into its glory.

It's like lifting the lid of a treasure chest full of jewels. Oh, I love it! I'm stuffing myself with salads, trying to cleanse my body of all of the gloriously rich French food. There's not one bite I regret. I do regret not bringing home a variety of butters. There are actual butter stores in France where you can buy butters infused with any flavor you can imagine. French butter is already vastly more delicious than our supermarket stuff, but imagine it combined with your favorite herbs, spices, or sweet flavors. They'll vacuum seal it for you if you're traveling. I talked myself out of hauling a suitcase full of butter home, but I'm still thinking about it. Shallot butter, vanilla butter, chili butter, smoked salt butter, citrus butter, truffle butter, I can't even remember the hundreds of flavors.

Their butter has more fat and less water than our American butter, and I'm sure there's some other magic involved, and I'm convinced that if it was distributed worldwide we would finally have peace. Everyone would be happy. *sigh* That said, now that I am back in the land of instant everything, I am not enjoying a buttery quiche for breakfast. The French would cry if they saw my morning "meal".

Yep, a protein shake with an extra scoop of collagen powder. Reality sucks. I'm just going to mention that life expectancy in the U.S. is 77.5 and in France it's 82.3. Maybe we should eat the butter.

In other news, Mickey has a cold. Thoughts and prayers are appreciated. If he doesn't make it I'll post the funeral info here. I should probably shop for a black dress. I've threatened him with bodily harm if he keeps coughing and breathing on me. Halloween is just days away and I intend to enjoy it with my grandgirl. So there you have it, we're back and everything is normal (ish). The kitties were thrilled to see us and are still in our faces 24/7, reminding us that we abandoned them. The cat sitter babies them, talks to them, lets them choose their own dinner, and they still act as if we left them to waste away. Drama queens. I have a dental check-up tomorrow and I never expect anything good to come of that. I brush and floss constantly, yet they always find enough work in my mouth to send their kids to college. I'm dreading it. After that it's mammogram time. The fun never ends.

I received our Xmas cards in the mail and realized that it's just 63 days until Santa comes. Good grief. Election day is just 13 days away, and that's terrifying. The day after the election I'm flying to Florida to visit my mom. My sister will meet me there and we'll have some girl time. I'm hoping we all feel relieved and not gut punched. Do I dare hope? I'm a silver lining seeker, a lifeboat singer, an eternal optimist - but I have to admit the last couple of years have stomped on that. Hard. I keep begging the universe to show me just how good things can be, trying to manifest the good. It does feel like there's a wave of positive energy, of goodness, sweeping the country - but I felt that once before and we ended up with an orange con man in the Oval Office. He's a liar, a grifter, a narcissist, an adjudicated rapist, a pervert, a 34 times convicted felon, he tried to steal a free and fair election, and there are still idiots who say, "That's my guy!" Even if you can ignore his criminal history and his lies, he's not a smart man. He doesn't even understand how our government operates. He can't grasp basic science. It's absolutely beyond me how anyone thinks he's in any way fit to lead. If you're one of those people, this blog is not for you. Move on. I've always been a promoter of unity, finding our similarities rather than our differences, respecting the beliefs and views of others even if I feel the opposite. Not anymore. This is not remotely about liberal vs conservative or Republican vs Democrat, this is not about policy at all. This is about decency. If, after everything he has done, you're still a Trumper, then I see who you are at your core. You may play nice in public or move through your days doing good acts, but at the end of the day you're okay with racism, misogyny, and cruelty. Deep down you truly think that someone who has a different skin tone, loves a same sex partner, or immigrated here seeking the American dream, is somehow LESS than you. That they deserve fewer rights and unfair treatment, the opposite of what this country is supposed to stand for. I'm so tired of the mean-spirited and ugly rhetoric being paraded around as patriotism. It's the opposite. Okay, okay. Getting off my soap box. I hope that you're making an educated choice in the voting booth. I hope that you're thinking of daughters who have fewer rights than their mothers did, grandparents who rely on Social Security, and what our future will look like if an ignorant wanna-be dictator with selfish, cruel intent regains power.

Think I'm being dramatic? These are photos of women in Iran in the 1970's - studying at university and window shopping, wearing the fashions of the day.

Here's the women of Iran now. In 1979 it became the law that all women must wear the hijab or face arrests and beatings. That was just the beginning.

All it takes is one mad man and his minions. Don't let that happen. From French butter to human rights, that sounds about right for this blog. I sit down at the laptop, crack open my brain, and shake everything out. Take what you want, leave the rest for the crows.

I think I'll sit at my desk and address Xmas cards. I'm cursing myself by getting an early start, aren't I ? Just asking for trouble. Maybe I'll make art instead. I'm in the mood to paint something. I hope that your day is sunny and positive. Treat yourself today, whether that's a cookie or a new nail polish - just a little bit of happy goes a long way. Sending out lots of love, I hope you feel it. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[vees-genshin-blog]

Progress Check 3

How time flies, because we're finally at progress check 3!! "But, Vee," you might say, "it's only been 14 days?" Yeah, but if you see my first or second post, (which you probably haven't because why would you, why would anyone back read all the posts on this blog 🙃) I actually played for around a week before starting this blog so technically, this is week 3. I just started with day 1 because it's nicer to see day 1 instead of day 8 as the first "daily genshin" post.

Anyway moving on to the actual progress check!!

Character Builds

Since there wasn't much change for each character individually, I'm putting them all together this time!! As always, left is older build and right is current build.

Talent-wise, there was no changes because I still haven't farmed the right monster drops 😔. I'm too busy using the limited time I have to finish the story or use my resin to fulfill my dailies.

Weapon-wise, I gave Kazuha the fav sword and ascended it once. That's it.

Artifact-wise, oooh boy. It is both torturous and fun to farm artifacts because of the RNG. Though that might be because I was farming Emblem with a friend. If you guys have an IRL friend who plays Genshin, I definitely recommend calling and farming with them so you can have lamenting over your bad artifacts and celebrating when you get a decent (or godly) artifact 😊.

For Bennett, I leveled up his sands and replaced his goblet with another one I managed to get in the Emblem domain. My boy now has almost 300 ER which should hopefully be enough for his burst and being a battery for Xiangling's. Now I just need to get a better feather or goblet from the Noblesse domain!!

For Childe, I actually got a good Nymph feather for him!! I just haven't had a chance to level up to compare it with my current feather. Other than that, I finally got an ok 5-star hydro damage bonus goblet!! Hopefully it rolls into crit dmg for the rest of the rolls 🥹.

Xiangling basically got a complete makeover with a new flower, feather, sands, and goblet. I'm particularly proud of the flower because all the substats are good for Xiangling 🥹. Her ER is pretty good too and it'll get better once I level up the sands all the way. Now I just need an Emblem pryo damage goblet or crit rate headpiece (pls hoyo I'm not asking for much 🥹🥹🥹)

Kazuha..... I just leveled up his current artifacts. He's got nothing new because EM artifacts are rare as heck 😭😭😭😭. I just need an VV EM goblet and a 5 star EM sands (though the current one is ok because its better than nothing).

Oh yeah, I've decided that I'm gonna build an Aggravate Keqing team after this team is done!!

Game content

I'm almost done with the 5.1 Archon quest!! I think!!!

I unlocked a few waypoints in Natlan!!!

I didn't finish the Aphid event :(

I want to try the co-op event even though my characters are probably not as well built as I'd like them to be!!

Conclusion

We're slowly getting there with my Childe International team!! I need to finish 5.1!! I can't wait for Thanksgiving to be here so I can play more!!

That's all for this check, and I hope you all have a good day!!

PS: I'll try to write out day 15, but with all my studying, I'll either combine it with day 16 tomorrow or post it by itself tomorrow.

[neonmeron]

月曜日　2023/9/25

月曜日　2023/9/25

こんにちは！！　みんなは元気？私はまあまあ。

I know I said I would post over the summer but I didn't. ごめん！

この夏は忙しいですが、ちょっとつまらなかった。たくさん働きたり、運転したり、ビデオゲームをした。たくさん原神インパクトをした。原神が一番好きです。

あのう、あまり日本語は勉強しなかった。韓国語と中国語も。仕事の後、疲れていた。ごめんなさい。今学期、がんばりましょう！

あのう、昨日の夜、ご飯を作ったのですが、どろどろでした。おいしくなかった。

I know we're a bit in the semester already but I missed the first two weeks because of some family stuff and I was playing catch up when I got back. i've just been so busy with work, school, clubs, etc. and then i was going through relationship drama, and was pretty depressed due to that and overworking myself BUT I will try my best to summarize what we've learned so far.　自分が大丈夫だ。（と思います。）

The major grammar points we've learned so far are

たい／たがっています

たりする

ほうがいいです

んです

すぎる

～ので

お／ご+verb stem+します

can't forget to mention the crap ton of kanji and vocab we have to learn on the daily 😀

you know the drill.... lets go over the grammar!!

So たいです／たくないですadds on to the verb stem and it means want/desire for something

I want to eat = (私は）食べたい（です）。(were gonna keep things casual)

i want to drink alcohol = お酒を飲みたい。

I want to skip class = 授業(じゅぎょう）をサボりたい。

I want to climb Mt. Fuji = 富士山（ふじさん）に登（のぼ）りたい。

I want to make a cake = ケーキを作りたい。

I dont want to learn Japanese = 日本語を習いたくない。

(for negative sentences, instead of い you put the くない。）it's the same for いadjectives so im not gonna cover it much. I think you guys can figure it out. (I believe in you!)

Pretty simple. ます form but put たい instead. EZ PEEZEE

Similarly is たがっている。 that's used when you talk about what someone else wants. If I remember correctly, my teacher told us that expressing your wants is childish in Japanese culture? I think it was something like that but i'll have to fact check that.

So, Tanaka wants to work at the library. = 田中さんは図書館で働きたがっている。

You set it up as if your about to say たい but instead of い, you say がっている。もっと練習しましょう。

母は写真を撮りたがっている。It seems my mom would like to take a picture. Both the tanaka example and mom example are correct. They pretty much mean the same thing.

Uno mas

山下先生は風邪（かぜ）をひきたがっていない。Prof. Yamashita doesnt want to catch a cold. (i looked online and through every paper I had and none specified if I used いません or some other way so were gonna go with this for now.

Again, easy peasy. Moving on.

次

たりする is used to list events. Its similar to ～て、but て is more like exact events. たり is used to describe things you did without explaining everything, if that makes sense

パリとダブリンに行ったり、買い物をしたりした。= I did things like go to Paris and Dublin and go shopping.

ケーキを作ったり、 本を読んだりした。

たり is in past て form!!

たり implies you did more than JUST going there and shopping. 分かる？instead of たい，you change the い to り and then when you finished the sentence, you can do たりする、たりした、たりします、たりしました、たりするのは／が。。。です～～～ and so forth.

次

ほうがいいです is should/should not do. Its also called “its better to do…”

You should do something: past+ほうがいいです（ね／よ）

You should not do something: present negative+ほうがいいです（ね／よ）

Por ejemplo,

You should not exercise - うんどうしないほうがいいです。

You should sing - 歌ったほうがいいです。

You should no go out tonight - 今夜出かけないほうがいいです。

You should take medicine - くすりを飲んだほうがいいです。

Its kinda confusing cause theres also どっちのほうがいいですか。which we learned last semester but i guess mean the same thing. “Its better if you do xyz”,,,, “which is better?”

We can then pair this up with んです

Lowkey, im an んです hater. Its purpose it to “add emotion”

For present verbs you do dictionary form + んです　ー　食べる＞食べるんです。

For past verbs you do short て form + んです　ー　食べた＞食べたんです。

For positive い adjectives, you simply add the んです after the い。　ー　かわいい＞かわいいんです

For negative present  い adjectives, you negate it normally and then have the んです the ない　ー　かわいくない＞かわいくないんです

For negative past い adjectives you negate it normallly かわいくなかった and simply add the the んです＞かわいくなかったんです。

For な adjectives, you add なんです。元気なんです、好きなんです、にぎやかなんです。

For past な adectives, its just 元気だったんです、すきだったんです、にぎやかだったんです。

The short form of でした.

I feel like its pretty self explanatory.

Lets combine んです and ほうがいいです

A: ああ、あたまがいたいんです…

B：じゃあ、水を飲んだほうがいいです。

See?! Super easy! 

I’m kinda running out of time so I’ll leave it at that for now. I also don't want this to get too long. Next post will have すぎる、～ので、and　お／ご and then after that I’ll finally tell you all about my summer and things happening in my life lately!! I'm so happy to finally be posting again. I've missed you, reader-chan. I finally have someone to talk to TT

じゃあ、また明日！！！＜３

今日の歌はKumi Koda - Guess Who Is Backです。(I remember listening to this song when I was a freshman in highschool. maybe it was middle school...ah, the memories..)

Notice any errors? Lmk!! I always want to fix my mistakes so I can learn better. ありがとう！

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #144

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

A bead of sweat dripped down Reggie’s forehead as he lined up the shot. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and breathed out as he pulled the trigger.

“Headshot!” He yelled out, pumping his fist in the air.

“Hey come on, man!” Clint said from the other room. “I’m trying to study for the midterm!”

Reggie scoffed. “It’s basic calculus. What even is there to study for? Gonna forget how to take an integral?”

Clint rubbed his forehead. “Yes! Yes, that is exactly what might happen. What are you, some kind of genius or something?”

“Yes.”

“No you fucking aren’t, dude. I’ve seen you try to unlock the front door with your car key.”

“Trivial lapses, my friend. I was busy thinking about quantum physics at the time.”

“You're so full of shit. Okay…” Clint pulled out his periodic table. “What is the atomic weight of Ununennium?”

“Too easy. Three-hundred and sixteen.”

“You just looked that up!” Clint ran into the bedroom to catch Reggie red handed, but he was still deeply invested in a Counter-Strike match.

“Didn't need to. I memorized the whole periodic table… including the useless elements. I was just bored one afternoon, is all.”

“I don't believe this. How are you a C student?”

“Lazy.” He got another headshot dead-on. “Videogames are more fun than, like, English Lit. Cs get degrees, baybee.”

“Can you help me study, then?”

“Hmmm.” Reggie turned in his chair. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because the author hates calculus and doesn't want to brush up on it for a story five people are gonna read. You're on your own, bud.”

“What do you mean, ‘author’?”

“You don't know? We're fictional characters, man. Not real. Made up. Everything we say and do right now is determined by the imagination of a woman hopped up on prescription painkillers.”

“That can't be true…”

“Think about it. Don't you remember when I went all crazy about Goldfish crackers and cannibalized you?”

“That was just a dream I told you about.”

“No, it happened. I remember it too. But because we're not real, we can just come back.”

“Dude… that was the most painful experience of my life. You shaved my skin off with a cheese grater! That was real?!?”

“As real as anything is for us.”

“I don't think I feel comfortable being your roommate anymore…”

“Okay.” Reggie pulled out a glock and shot Clint right in the forehead before going back to his game. “You'll forget all about this by next time, Clinty-boy.”

[team-heavenly]

Drumroll‚ please! 🥁

It’s been some time, and I managed to slip on my promised deadline once again (thank you for your patience)... But finally‚ we return to the story of Teresa and Andrea in our Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky Randomizer!

A few items of note before we get started (and yeah sorry this is overly detailed and lengthy because idk what it means to be concise, just scroll down if you're not interested):

Please be aware: updates to Team Heavenly’s story will not be as frequent as they were during main. I now work a full-time job in a field where my schedule is somewhat contingent on unanticipated emergencies. And in general‚ I’m just a very busy adult! So I unfortunately can’t give you an exact (or even rough) timeline of when posts will be released— It basically comes down to whenever I have the time to do it. But rest assured‚ the entirety of this tale will be told… eventually!

I’ve gotten my hands on a newer tablet since last year, so my camera quality is much better now! …However. While snapping pics for this post‚ a seemingly unavoidable digital blue glare persisted‚ no matter how I adjusted my screen brightness. When I subsequently ran these photos through the auto function‚ they didn’t really… improve? So I had to do a lot of manual tweaking… Anyway‚ all of that to say if one shot doesn’t look visually consistent with another, it’s because each image got edited a little bit differently.

I will link multiple posts for a single "chapter" (see last bullet) in the same manner as before, with preceding and succeeding parts linked at the beginning and end, respectively. I’ll also update the table of contents in the pinned post for continued ease of navigation.

Also, please note... last year, my older iPad somehow managed to circumvent any sort of (consistent) image limit. But that is not the case this time! There is a strict hard limit of 30 images per post. It's therefore likely that post-game chapters will have more parts than the main-story chapters ever did. (Though whether that actually equates to a "lengthier" chapter is up for debate.)

As the post-game content does not get separated into official chapters‚ I will be partitioning the story based on subject matter! For example, this first act will focus on the guild’s graduation exam, the next will include Sky Peak, and so on. I also intend to use a random number generator to select chapter names from this list. (I mean, c’mon, that's part of the fun of a randomizer!) But for the sake of clarity, I will be including the actual subject matter after the chosen title in (parentheses). Thus‚ this first unofficial post-game chapter is known as…

Chapter 21: Would you like to eat moss?

(AKA: The Guild’s Graduation Exam)

As a result of Teresa and Andrea’s heroic actions… The destruction of time was stopped and peace returned to the world of Pokémon. They went back to Totodile’s Guild and fell back into their daily routine of vigorous training.

One morning‚ several months later…

Pineco: “:/ Hey hey, why can Teresa and Andrea take the graduation exam before we do? We’ve been around a lot longer…”

Tropius: “…They literally saved the world and have proven themselves to be worthy many times over. Also skill issue lol.”

Don’t feel bad for Pineco though; he’s not the only one getting roasted.

Lol rip.

Anyway‚ Andrea asks the very sensible question of what exactly this exam entails…

Dark Chasm? Evil MANSION?!

Are you— are you sending us back to the future‚ Totodile?! WTF??

Oh! That’s easy enough though. I mean‚ compared to scaling a collapsing tower while Time itself crumbled at our feet? Pshaw! This will be a cakewalk!

...You know, this is really the first thing that should have tipped me off as a kid 🤦‍♀️

🤨 How convenient.

Okay, so he's not gonna be any help, unfortunately. Looks like we're going in blind. (Haha unintentional pun...unless?)

But for real, anything that makes Mewtwo cry out in fear and run away is a force to be reckoned with indeed.

As we enter Nautical Cottage to begin our preparations, we run into our stand-ins for Teddiursa and Ursaring! After a quick chat, Horsea reveals they are also headed to the Dark Chasm...

*seen (sorry).

Also, at the risk of beating a dead Horsea (aHA! TWO FOR TWO ON THE PUNS!), y'all go play WHERE? *gets hit immediately by a Snipe Shot*

Andrea immediately suspects something is sus. Unfortunately, this is the smartest she's ever gonna get about it.

Anyway, it's been a hot minute, so I go to check my storage and evaluate what I have to work with...

BRUH?? I do NOT remember picking this up omg 😳

So my plan is to equip this for the exam, right? But then I totally forgot to do that 😅

Also I don't have a picture for this but I was able to buy 3 Poké from the Finnkecleon shop for free lol

✅Mission: set ✅Destination: arrived ✅Chance of success: 💯😎🎆

Oh my god, this really is the future of darkness!! I guess our efforts to save the world weren't enough, damn 😓

🎶I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways🎶

A couple of Gummis later, Teresa learns the Lava Evader IQ Skill! Neat!

Me when Ivysaur used Fly:

Believe it or not, this actually almost killed Andrea at 96 damage. But the stairs were nearby and I wasn't too worried about it until...

Go figure, amirite?

Then Andrea reminded me of the awesome power of Blizzard and we knocked out everyone except Combusken and the Kabuto on the first turn <3 And she got right back up again in no time with the Fast Healer skill!

Does anyone remember that one time when I had the foolish idea to forget Quick Attack in favor of Helping Hand? Yeah, not one of my smartest moves. But I managed to find a TM in this dungeon that does the same thing as Quick Attack but better!

Here's the info for Quick Attack:

And here's the info for Mach Punch:

Higher power and hit ratio? Yes please! (Yes, I'm aware both are only one star stronger. But hey, every bit counts.)

I teeechnically have enough room for three more images, but this feels like a natural transition point so click here to advance to Part 2!

[f1rstb0rn-auth0r]

Ideas for future Spidey movies

Posted: February 19th, 2024 Edited: February 20th, 2024

Just saw Madame Web and now I'm thinking Spider-Man so... here we go!

Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man

Takes place after he returns to his universe. Otto is still dead, because he sacrifices himself to stop the machine. Sandman is no longer sand however, so there's that. Norman goes into a coma because he has a better reaction time to the glider, Harry still dies because he blames Spider-Man.

He comes back, MJ is pregnant with Maybelle and this kid named Miles Morales was bitten by a spider while he was away. So he starts mentoring Miles while MJ's ex-fiance, John Jameson returns back from space, again.

This Man-Wolf starts terrorizing the city, J. Jonah Jameson proclaims it's Spider-Man's long lost brother as new employee Ned Leeds flirts with Betty Brant.

Shocker will be in there as well, but more as a minor villain.

Near the end of the movie, after it's revealed Man-Wolf is John Jameson, Peter and Miles defeats him and Jameson blames them for what happened to his son.

Maybelle is born at the end of the movie.

Two end credit scenes. First one has it revealed Oscorp is being currently ran by Liz Allan, who is the mother of Harry Osborn's son, Normie, as she waits for him to be old enough to take over the business. Second one has Norman is a hospital bed looking into the sightings of Carnage.

Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man

Gwen's still dead and Max is in therapy because he tried to help Peter save her but failed.

Now, I'm hoping Sony confirms Morbius, Venom, and TASM take place in the same universe. Because with that, Eddie and Venom will know who Spider-Man is now, and they can go after him.

So, setting the scene, Peter works for the Daily Bulge selling photos of Spider-Man, recently he's been having troubles with Black Cat and now this big-shot from San Francisco comes in and is out for his job.

Also, we still don't get MJ. Peter's endgame after Gwen is gonna be Felicia Hardy. Also, depending if Andrew could convince Sony, Peter is bisexual. And there's be an newspaper shown with the headline; "Spider-Man caught flirting with the Human Torch?!"

Anyway, Black Cat realizing Venom's intention with Spider-Man, seeks help from Harry Osborn, breaking him out of prison. Harry ultimately does help Spider-Man through and through so he won't have to go back to prison and afterwards Eddie and Venom go into hiding.

End of the movie it's shown with Harry, along side Vulture and Morbius and (depending how the movie goes) Kraven the Hunter approaching Eddie and Venom about a Sinister Six. Eddie will make a remark about how there's technically five because he and Venom are one, and Venom will be doing the fighting. Then it's revealed the Sixth member is Mister Negative.

Now, I would want the end credit scene to be of the Jackal and the spider-clones, but I feel as if unless Sony plans to expand this universe, they'd save that for the MCU. So the end credit scene will reveal the Doctor Octopus, a former employee of Oscorp, plotting for the Superior Spider-Man arc.

Tom Holland's Spider-Man

Now, this is gonna be a long one since we're confirmed for another trilogy.

I'm gonna be honest, I haven't seen Morbius, I'm only using the knowledge I've seen online for this, but if Vulture has been transported to another universe because of the spell, I wholeheartedly believe the same thing would've happened to other characters.

For example, the Osborn's and Oscorp. The spell has made it as if Oscorp and the Osborn family has always existed within the MCU.

So, Peter is in college now, attending State Empire University, his roommate is Harry Osborn and his partner is some classes is Gwen Stacy. Peter does befriend them, but he is hesitant because of the whole No Way Home deal. He remember's how Peter-3 mentioned his Gwen died and all that stuff. But he decides to not judge what happens to his variants because every universe is different, right?

Well, he gets an internship at Oscorp, directly under Norman Osborn himself. And like in every other universe before Norman realizes Peter is Spider-Man, Norman adores Peter. He says all the crap of "oh, I wish you were my son." I wouldn't be surprised if Kevin Feige had the comment "if you're gay, marry my son" thrown in there.

Anyway, I do believe they'll try for a more Web-Warriors kinda deal in the MCU. But I don't think the first other Spider will be Miles Morales.

Alongside getting the internship at Oscorp, Peter gets a freelance job for the Daily Bulge, selling photos of you-know-who to J. Jonah Jameson, who is fawning over his son going to the moon which Peter pretends to be impressed. Betty Brant is working there as well which makes Peter nervous.

Now, here me out, Jameson's niece, Mattie Franklin becomes Spider-Woman. And I'm not suggesting that as a way as we need a female Spider-Man in the MCU, I'm suggesting it in a way as how fucking hysterical that will be.

Miss. Gurl overheard her daddy talking to Norman Osborn, knocked her daddy out, take his place during a ritual and gained superpowers.

And I still haven't mentioned who the villain will be. Now, I would say Kingpin, but I haven't seen Echo yet so I don't know his outcome and I don't know if Kingpin will be a villain in Daredevil: Reborn Again. So, Tombstone. He's rising to power, taking Kingpin's place as a criminal overlord or whatever. And like how it's done in Spectacular Spider-Man, he offers Spidey a job working for him, fighting who he says to fight and ignoring what he says to ignore.

Well, Peter, who is training like, fifteen year old Mattie, says no. Not liking this, Tombstone hires Chameleon to ruin Spidey's name even more, mind you, he's still being framed for Mysterio.

Chameleon does some awful shit, pretending to be Spider-Man, and Norman Osborn doesn't like this, and Peter being on high alert, afraid Norman will turn into the Green Goblin, doesn't realize Norman was actually turning his own son, Harry into the Green Goblin.

But it's more or less hinted throughout the movie, we don't see Harry as the Green Goblin until the second movie. The movie ends with Peter and Mattie taking down Tombstone and Chameleon, but only Chameleon gets arrested because Tombstone has bribed the NYPD.

The end credit scene will reveal Ned and MJ remember everything that they went through with Peter, but he was masked the entire time. So MJ thinks she's dating Spider-Man while Ned believes he's Spider-Man best friend, which were once true but Peter, not wanting to ruin their lives, has moved on is now best friends with Harry and is crushing on Gwen.

The second movie starts with Nick Fury talking to a girl slightly younger than Peter. At the end of the conversation, the girl states she has been having dreams about a boy (Peter) and believes him to be her older brother due to the dreams including Aunt May. Before revealing herself to be Teresa Parker.

Now, I should mention, Mattie's not really in the movie as John Jameson will be making his way back to Earth during this time. It will be mentioned in Easter Eggs across the film. And family is busy preparing for his return.

Peter's dating Gwen now and Harry's going out with a model- who is Liz Allan. Peter is friends with Robbie Robertson's son, Randy who is dating Sally Avril and the six are friends. Although, Sally has a tendency to pick on Peter.

Liz suddenly states she's pregnant, and not wanting to be a father, Harry panics and runs off. The same night, Liz Allan is murdered.

Sally, of course, blames Harry, stating he killed her but Gwen vouches for him, stating Harry called her last night, saying he felt dizzy before passing out on the call. She would state she called Norman, and Norman watched over his son while he was out.

Sally calls bullshit.

Peter, devastated, investigates the murder of Liz Allan. He'll try to go to Adrian Toomes for help, only to learn Adrian Toomes has "escaped" prison a year ago.

Not knowing what to do, he turns to Daredevil, who agrees to help him investigate by calling up Jessica Jones. (Now, in the comics, Jessica and Peter were classmates and Jessica had a crush on Peter. But I'm going off the Defenders saga here, so leave me alone). Jessica doesn't really do anything as a hero in the movie, she just investigates, similar to how Matt Murdock was only a lawyer in No Way Home and wasn't Daredevil until She-Hulk.

Now, Peter assuming it was Norman, tells Daredevil and Jessica but he couldn't provide why he was so certain it was him so they tell him that's just a dead-end.

Meanwhile, Harry is going crazy. And in going crazy, he realizes Norman has been drugging him using the goblin serums, so he attacks Norman. During the attack, he comes to the realization that Peter is Spider-Man and assuming Peter is the only one who can help him, he kidnaps Gwen as Green Goblin in order to draw Peter's attention.

However, it's revealed any and all crimes the Green Goblin committed, he didn't actually commit, and instead Tombstone, working with Norman, did. And everything Harry thought he did was just nightmares the serum was giving him.

When Peter states he can't stop what the serum is doing to Harry without proper research, Harry panics because the nightmares will turn into a reality soon if nothing can stop them, and within his panicked state, he drops Gwen.

Peter gets shot in the leg by Tombstone before he could jump to save her, so he shoots a web instead. It catches her before she hits the ground, but whiplash is a thing.

And voila, MCU Gwen Stacy meets the same fate as TASM Gwen Stacy. Leaving Peter more devastated then ever as Harry absolutely loses his mind. And he runs away, just as Daredevil arrives to the party and knocks Tombstone out, while also stopping Peter from killing him.

The movie ends at Gwen Stacy's funeral as Sally is determine to kill Harry Osborn. At the funeral, Teresa does approach Peter, claiming to be his lost sister and that's how the movie ends.

We do get two end credit scenes though. Nothing to do with Ned and MJ however.

First of all, we see Harry leaving a therapy session with Doc Samson before getting confronted by the Venom Symbiote that was left behind.

Second, we see Professor Miles Warren, a pedophile, who is devastated by the lost of his student he didn't get to assault, Gwen Stacy. So, with the example of Spider-Man's DNA, he had started the process of cloning Peter Parker.

The third movie starts out with Peter having coffee with his presume sister, Teresa. She explains that they're parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents killed by HYDRA, and she was born just before HYDRA killed them by hijacking the plane. When Peter asks why Fury didn't tell him, Teresa questions why Fury would tell him that if they never met before revealing Fury only arrived back on Earth a year ago, and the "Fury" stepping in was a Skrull, confusing Peter.

Now, this would be the movie where we finally get to see MJ and Ned fully again. As in, Ned got a job at the Daily Bulge and has been really interested in becoming Peter's friend.

But after everything, despite his longing to be friends again, Peter figures he can't befriend Ned or fall in love with MJ again.

Now, MJ being MJ, will realize Ned's new coworker is Spider-Man easily. Simply because she has came to the conclusion Spider-Man no longer trusts people and with that, there's no other way Peter could get the photos he gets of Spider-Man.

She will confront him, and he'll break down, revealing everything to her. She'll comfort him, telling him everything will be okay. Now, if this was comic Mary-Jane, she would've slapped him and told Ned, causing him to become the Hobgoblin. But this is MCU Michelle Jones, so she doesn't and Ned will not become the Hobgoblin until the next Tom Holland's Spider-Man trilogy.

Instead, we get Harry Osborn back as Venom. Now, Venom, presumingly being the same as Tom Hardy's Venom, has probably realized what Norman Osborn has done. And is full-on targeting him. Hey, Venom might want Spidey, but he hates toxic daddies.

However, we would be getting our very first live action version of Sally Avril's Bluebird. Now, I don't know anything about Bluebird, just being honest. But I do believe, with the murder of Liz Allan, she will attempt to kill Harry Osborn.

Now, Bluebird and Venom are going all out against each other while Norman Osborn watches, fucking drinking tea. Mattie will make her return as Spider-Woman, and now being either sixteen or seventeen, with still little experience, she'll fail miserably before getting unmasked and killed by a clone of Spider-Man while Spider-Man arrives.

This sends everyone into a shock. Doctor Strange will make a cameo where he just turns the TV off and states he needs to go to bed.

Spider-Man, Bluebird, and Venom did not like the idea of a sixteen-seventeen year old getting murdered by a clone and team-up to fight the clone while John Jameson's Man-Wolf instincts kick in at the death of his cousin on live television and generally, as Man-Wolf, he doesn't know who the fuck to blame, so he attacks them all, and wins.

Spider-Clone goes back to Miles Warren while Spider-Man, Bluebird, and Venom take cover at MJ's place.

Peter and Sally are shocked to discover each other's identity. And Harry breaks down, explaining everything. Peter and Sally do not trust him, but MJ threatens them so they allow him a second chance but don't allow him to help which Harry agrees too.

The final battles goes with Peter taking down his clone while Sally arrests Norman with the help of Teresa.

The movies ends with She-Hulk making an appearance talking to Man-Wolf. Harry, now going by Agent Venom is getting training by Peter. And Sally makes friends with MJ, Ned, and Betty.

We get the end credit scene of the Spider-Clone running away from Miles Warren and taking up the name of Ben Reilly.

Now, depending on the events of Kang Dynasty and Secret Wars, we would get a third trilogy based off of the Clone Saga. We'd probably get it where Tom Holland doesn't or can't act in one of the movies so Ben Reilly becomes Spider-Man for a movie, we'd get Kaine Parker and see him fight with Ben. I'd personally like it if we get Jessica Drew as Jessica Parker instead, y'know like Ultimate Spider-Man (comics), and we'd get Mattie Franklin revived. And within the Clone Saga, we'd get a bunch of other Spider-folks along with superheroes that more or less only Spider-Man comics.

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THREE MORE CHAPTERS WOOOOO (i’m holding back tears) 🥳🥳🥳 i can’t believe poison is coming to an end so soon (it’s been months ik but STILL) first of all i really love how sunghoon and heeseung’s friendship somehow become funnier 😭 like all that sass and all the “ur gf” “well UR gf” is so funny and i’m glad that they kinda both got into relationships around the same period they fr are soulmates anyWHO 🧍‍♀️ i feel so empty knowing that by next week or by the end of this week really there won’t be any more poison updates ☹️ BUT HEY STRICTLY BUSINESS LETS GO🗣️ i’m rlly rlly excited to see everything that’s gonna take place in strictly business and all the ddlg that’s gonna happen 🤭🤭 like i’m sO EXCITED. ANYWAYS poison farewell soon :( i hope u take some sort of small break before starting strictly business bcs i cant even imagine how exhausting working on poison must’ve been, please take care of urself & ur health and most importantly ur mental health zadie <33 we’ll all be here waiting for anything u want to post or release so please take care of urself and don’t feel pressured at all especially since you had to state how much pressuring it is when people ask u for daily updates (and u had to remind them this MULTIPLE times like damn 🤨 get a hint) but yes !! i hope you’re alright and everything is going well sending u lots & lots of love & hugs & kisses, i can’t wait to begin ranting and filling ur inbox about strictly business 😁 <3

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MY BABY!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🩷

poison!heehoon really are soultwins and it makes me so happy that i managed to portray their friendship just how i i had intended 🤭🤭

and pls not you making me tear up with that second part. i really, really appreciate the love, support and understanding you guys have been sending my way like it's sometimes so surreal to me just how amazing you all are. after so many fnadoms this is the one i've felt the most loved and appreciated and understood like we're all just humans who love the same people and are having a good time and IRGH thank you baby. don't worry, am planning to take a break for a few days once poison ends just to make sure i can give you guys and structly business the best version of myself.okay before i get too emotional and expose my bank information on here im gonna send you the fattest kiss and hope you're taking care of yourself as well. i love you so much 🩷