#also… quite literally sleep deprived and this is pre editing

[sexynetra]

Me? Writing Anarcia sick!fic while sleep deprived? It’s more likely than you think! (Excerpt)

With a deep breath and one final check to make sure there wasn't any puke on her sleep shirt, (she wasn't even going to bother going back to her room to find pajama pants to wear, she felt too shitty to care if Marcia saw her ass), she trudged towards the door, focusing her energy on not falling over, seeing as the room was still spinning and her brain felt like it was trying to burst through the front of her skull. Miraculously, she made it to the door without incident, swinging open the door to greet the tall blonde who was far too bubbly for it to only be eight in the morning.

Marcia, for her part, does stop her stream-of-consciousness chattering when she sees just how tired and unwell Anetra looks, frowning and immediately moving to rest the back of her hand on Anetras forehead, tsking slightly under her breath. “Step a bit to the left, Neech. You’re blocking the doorway” She murmured, the worry written clearly across her delicate features.

“Marsh, I don't want to get you sick…” Anetra began to protest, but Marcia was having none of it, already squeezing herself in the slender space between Anetra’s too-warm body and the door. Anetra’s breath hitched ever so slightly as she felt Marcia's body pressing against hers, and for just a moment, the heat filling her frame had nothing to do with her illness.

[spidertgirl]

Spider-Gwen and the Case of the Monday Blues

Part One- Monday Morning, So Forlorning

TW: This is just a little pre-Spider-Verse, ITSV Spider-Gwen transromance fic with Peter Parker (AFAB, before coming out). As the story takes through Gwen’s perspective, Patricia is dealt in prose as a woman. This is a plot point. Let me WRITE!!

This is also supposed to be cushy as shit so don’t take this too seriously. I literally finished writing it and immediately copy and pasted it here without any edits so its a bit rough. I just like posting.

Gwen hated Mondays.

Well, more than most. Sundays she tended to stay up all night, either catching up on schoolwork she missed catching criminals, or criminals she missed catching up on schoolwork.

Either way, loud blaring music kept her up far into the night. Last Night’s flavor was a local Hardcore band, mixed with some Beastie Boys, and a bit of Shoegaze.

Her ears were screaming bloody valentines like the worst hangover imaginable, and the wind rushing past them as she swung between skyscrapers did nothing to help. She had to stop and fall onto a nearby taxi just to get some relief.

Which was odd, she would have noticed if she had time to think. Her Sunday routine had long included ear-breaking decibels before and she thought nothing of it. A part wondered if she had just left her earphones in overnight, or taken a few too many hits, but the whole of her was somewhere else.

Something about this morning just drove her Spidey Sense wild. She barely felt it unless danger was right before her. Gwen looked everywhere- no danger. Well, a few dangers. She cautiously stopped a falling passerby, slowed a speeding car, tied a stranger's shoes, and a great deal more simple but thoughtful gestures. It did nothing to heal head, ear, or sense.

But her fears came and past, her school almost came and past before she realized it, and she was quickly distracted by another fear.

“Guess what day it is today?” Patricia asked. Gwen shook her head.

“No, I give up.”

“You didn’t even try! C’mon, one guess.”

“Mmm… the day Mr. Peterson is finally gonna commit to his alopecia and just go bald?” Her friend laughed, and gave her a light push on the shoulder.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I, there are only so many hats in the world that can cover up that sunk cost fallacy.”

“So you have no clue?”

“As clueless as Scooby Doo. Or Cher. Can I change my answer to Cher?”

“Honey, if you’re Cher I’ll get to be Tai.”

“Why Tai? Oh that rhymes!”

“Why Tai, why I always related to her untamable mass of curly hair, my Cheri.”

Gwen realized it was halfway through English and she still didn’t know what Patricia was talking about.

“I’m lost.”

“It’s not that hard Gwen, Mr. Morton is the subject of the sentence because-”

“No, what’s today?”

“One month.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Still nothing.”

“Babe, I love you but you really are clueless.”

“What’re you gonna do with me?”

“Maybe throw you out in a box like a cat. Or, I guess a Jar would be more fitting.”

“Wha- oh. Haha, very funny.” She thought for a moment.

“Do the cat’s really get thrown out with a box? I thought they found it. Like a hermit crab.”

“Of course, otherwise it’s just a cruel thing to do, throwing out a cat.”

“Yeah, but they have a bad habit of getting back in. We used to have-”

“This cat named Mary who used to sneak into your house and-”

“We could never quite throw out- what don’t you know about me?”

“Nothing, now think.”

Gwen could only think of Patty throwing her out the window in a glass cup.

Maybe the shock would get her feeling right. She didn’t know if it was sleep deprivation, embarrassment, or some secret third thing that was keeping her from focusing, but it was driving her insane.

She loved Patricia, and she really wanted to do right by her and their relationship. But she knew they had been dating for almost a year at this point, so ‘one month’ didn’t quite make sense. If only this damn fog would leave her head!

And that creepy feeling down her spine, if she could help it. It’s terribly unhelpful to have a spider sense that’s always turned on. Like radar at a metal concert- useless. Absolutely and positively useless.

She took a hit of the dog that bit her between classes, a smooth, poppier song. It almost did the thing, but a tug on her shoulder stopped her and took her headphones before she had the chance.

“What, you avoiding me now?”

“W- No, never! I’m just… kinda out of it.”

“I’m busting your literal and proverbial balls babe. Go to the nurse, see if she can help. And keep thinking!”

Gwen was gonna refuse- super healing and all- but remembered an especially bad hit to the side of her head that knocked her vision out for a few seconds. And apparently some memory too- not good. That’s concussion territory, she thought.

Or not, she didn’t have a super good grasp on medical sciences, but she watched enough scary news stories with her dad about sports medicine to know concussions are common and quick killers.

Still nothing on the date front though. She thought about everything she did a month ago, everything she said. Only the foggiest came through, the rest a mystery.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I, uh… fell pretty hard and I think I might have a concussion. So… could you check it out?”

The nurse laughed.

“Sure, Bren- is that right?” the nurse eyed her up and down, with a wary eye.

“Gwen, ma’am.”

“Well, Gwen, why do you think you have a concussion?” she said, pulling out a small flashlight.

“Follow my finger.”

“I just feel sorta odd,” she said, eye clinging to finger for dear life.

“Headache?”

“Yeah.”

“Nausea?”

“A little.”

“Confusion?”

“A lot- I mean, huh?”

“Funny girl- loss of consciousness?”

“Uh, when I first… fell?”

“For how long?”

“Oh, a few seconds.” Barely two, by her guess. Not enough for her to lose her footing in the fight, but just enough to distract her, let them get the slightest upper hand.

It was a big job, with some fancy weapons. Not street level crime, this was something bigger. She kept one for questioning, but…

Wait, what happened to him? Gwen was half convinced she let him sit there forever while she went home in a fugue state, but that didn’t seem to likely.

“Ringing in the ears?”

“No, but they’re sensitive.”

“Blurry vision?”

“No? I mean, I wear contacts.”

“Blurrier vision?” Gwen squinted.

“No.”

“Ok, anything else? You can quit following my finger now.” Gwen didn’t realize she followed it right into her coat pocket.

“Oh, sorry. I feel… on edge, I guess.”

“On edge?”

“Yeah. Tingly, frightful.”

“Anxious?”

“Yeah, that’s the word! Anxious- more anxious.”

The nurse walked back to her computer.

“Ok, you probably have a concussion.”

“Shit- I mean-”

“It’s fine. Did you drive here?”

“No, I’m a freshman.”

“Good. Call your dad and have him take you to the hospital.”

“Cool- can I go outside to make the call?”

“No, I don’t think you should honestly be doing any extraneous physical activity.”

Gwen made her phone call in complete view of the nurse, much to her chagrin. The Nurse didn’t even make an effort to turn away- in fact, it seemed like she was watching the detail with great detail!

Gwen did not like this Nurse.

Gwen almost toppled over Patricia.

“Oh, watch where- oh hey. Did you just swing into me? Do you have a concussion?”

“No time to explain- I need makeup wipes.”

Patricia did not look happy.

“I’d actually kind of like to know my if my girlfriend’s got a concussion, actually.” Gwen was taken aback.

“I- shit, I’m sorry, I’m just really in a rush and I’m in a hurry-”

“Spider-Woman shit?”

“Life shit! I finally have life shit again- P, I just need you to start rummaging for your makeup wipes and I’ll explain.”

“Fine,” Patricia said, swinging her bag around and digging through it.

“I totally do have a concussion and I’m super sorry that I don’t remember what day it is but I just snuck out of the nurse’s bathroom to find you because my dad’s about to pick me up and she made me take the phonecall in front of her, and-”

“Here-”

“I thought that would take longer-” Gwen said, grabbing them, before Patricia holds them back.

“And?”

“And? Oh, I love you?”

“Sure, hon. Love you too.”

They both ran to the bathroom and started taking the make up off, four sinks running to hide their chat.

“So what actually is it?”

“It’s your one month transiversary, hun! Or, one month of being out at school.”

“Wait, really? Shit, I had no idea. Do you keep like a… handbook on me at home or something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“No, I actually kinda would. That’s sorta weird.”

“More of a scrapbook?”

“That’s sorta cute- how do I look?”

“Ready for a Proud Boys rally. Well, drop the wig. And the skirt. And the thigh highs. And the-”

“I get it, I need to change. I’ll be back.”

“Can I watch?” Patty joked from outside the stall.

“I’ll have to charge you!” Gwen said, rummaging through her purse, past her Spiderwoman costume from her morning swing, and pulling out her slacks and sneakers.

“How long do you have?”

“I don’t know, probably a good ten, fifteen minutes. I used a youtube compilation called Ten Hours of People Shititng Farting And Groaning.”

“Weird and gross.”

“Even weirder thing is I had it saved.”

“Ew, gross.”

“Yeah, but pretty clever. Bet you're proud of your ol gir-” when Gwen opened the door, Patty was holding a small colorful parcel, wrapped with ribbon.

“I- is this a gift?”

“Yeah. I was gonna do blue and pink but I figured that’s a lil sus, so it’s red and blue. Basically the same thing. I had to cut up an american flag wrapping paper to make it, so the lace has a few holes that were once stars.”

“Aww, I love a little rebellious flag code violation! This is so sweet Pats, you didn’t have to. Can I open it in the hospital.”

“Oh, not… here?”

“Well it’s been ten minutes so far, and I need time to swing back and find the right window. And honestly I think I probably shouldn’t even swing. Besides, it'll cheer me up, I hate hotel rooms. Sorry, is that not fine?”

“Uh, no. No, it’s totally cool, babe, I get it. I don’t want you to be depressed if you’re there for a while. Call me if you’re there past six and I’ll visit you.”

“Ok- thank you, for everything. I really mean it. I… I don’t know. I owe you something. A lot, really babe. I’m sorry this Spider-Woman thing is such a problem.”

“I get it. Great Power means Great Responsibility.”

“That’s beautiful. Is that from one of your poems?”

“A comic book I read.”

“Figures. See you. Love you,” she added at the end and ran away.

She wondered if she shouldn’t have said anything at all. She always had a bad habit of never knowing when to keep her damn mouth shut, and Spider-Woman only galvanized her wit and ego to dramatic parts. She rarely felt like herself, save for when she was Gwen. When she was with Patty. When she was happy.

She wanted to say all these things, run back into her and find her… but it was probably too late. She’d call her, at least. That’s the least that she could do.

Finding the window was quicker and easier than the run- Gwen’s head just did not let up. She wondered why her supposedly super healing wasn’t helping any. But the door was locked. She stumbled through the window, and sat for a moment composing herself upon the toilet, letting her head settle in the dark room.

But when Gwen stood and walked to the door, where the phone was so perfectly placed…

“Shit, I could’ve sworn I put it there.”

The door creaked open. The Nurse and Gwen’s dad were standing there. Gwen’s dad was holding her phone.

“And you just did, young lady. What’s that- fifteen dollars now?”

“I hate your swear jar.”

“And your hate is expressed in gentle and thought out ways. Why did you leave the room? Actually, how did you even get down?”

“Why did you guys even open the door? I was on the toilet!”

“Usually I make it a habit to respond when my students with brain trauma stop responding and start groaning. Also I didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with selling me Raid Shadow Legends.”

Curse that Autoplay.

To be continued

Chapter Two coming soon!

A Stunning Preview of this Story’s Action Packed Finale!

“What’s that?” Gwen had almost gone to sleep before Patricia’s voice woke her up.

“What?”

“That… blinking red thing?”

“Pat, it’s a hospital, there are a lot of blinking red things.”

“Not really. It’s like, a laser. I mean not really, but it’s super bright. See look, there’s a dot there on the wall.”

Sure enough, Gwen stared on the darkness past her girlfriend… and there was the red light. Blinking. Unmoving.

Gwen was just as paralyzed. She looked to Patricia and Patricia looked back, more frightened.

“What is that

“I don’t know, but whatever it is Gwen… it’s coming from you.”

[louis-babie]

Trying to sort all of One Direction's songs into happy or sad (based on melody)

This is kind of an experiment I guess? I also want to accentuate the fact that this will be based on how it sounds, on the melody. Not lyrics

Okay, so I'm going to base these off of this mindset: "If I was crying and listened to this song, would I cry harder?" which might make it easier for me lol (My prediction: most of them to be happy)

1. Up All Night (Up All Night prediction: Most - to all - will be happy.)

What Makes You Beautiful - Happy

Gotta Be You - Sad The violin in the background is kind of tragic, but the chorus is more happy, so this one was difficult? Overall I do think I would cry if this came on, though.

One Thing - Happy

More Than This - Sad

Up All Night - Happy

I Wish - Happy

Tell Me a Lie - Happy

Taken - Happy

I Want - Happy

Everything About You - Happy

Same Mistakes - Sad

Save You Tonight - Happy

Stole My Heart - Happy

Stand Up - Happy

Moments- Sad

Another World - Happy

Na Na Na - Happy (Of course, lol)

I Should Have Kissed You - Happy

My overall prediction for this one was right, I guess, but there were still more "sad" ones than I thought there would be!

2. Take Me Home (Expanded Edition) (Take Me Home prediction - Similarly to Up All Night, I think that this one will be mostly happy with very little sad ones.)

Live While We're Young - Happy

Kiss You - Happy

Little Things - Sad I would definitely cry if this came on lol

C'mon, C'mon - Happy

Last First Kiss - Happy

Heart Attack - Happy

Rock me - Happy

Change My Mind - Happy This one was fucking difficult because it sounds mildly "sad" at the start, but if we're just focusing on melody then I don't think I'd cry so there's that

I Would - Happy

Over Again- Sad

Back For You - Happy

They Don't Know About Us - Sad

Summer Love - Sad It's so difficult to not pay attention to the lyrics here

She's Not Afraid - Happy

Loved You First - Happy

Nobody Compares - Happy

Still The One - Happy

Truly, Madly, Deeply - Sad

Magic - Happy

Irresistible - Sad

Like I expected, this one was pretty "happy", but still more "sad" than what I thought.

3. Midnight Memories (Deluxe) (Midnight Memories prediction: I'm almost expecting this one to be wrong after the others lol, but I think most of them will be happy?)

Best Song Ever - Happy

Story of My Life - Sad

Diana - Happy

Midnight Memories - Happy

You & I - Sad I would cry if this came on. That might be because it's SO BEAUTIFUL AGHFIJEFVIOEIJOR but still

Don't Forget Where You Belong - Happy

Strong - Happy

Happily - Happy

Right Now - Sad

Little Black Dress - Happy

Through The Dark - Happy

Something Great - Happy

Little White Lies - Happy

Better Than Words - Happy

Why Don't We Go There? - Happy

Does He Know? - Happy

Alive - Happy

Half a Heart - Sad

I feel like my prediction was just right for this one? I'm dying inside this is kind of difficult lol

4. FOUR (Deluxe) (FOUR prediction: I don't even know anymore probably mostly happy?? Help me)

Steal My Girl - Happy

Ready To Run - Happy

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Sad If I was crying and this song came on I would literally SOB and have a mental breakdown idk

18 - Sad

Girl Almighty - Happy

Fool’s Gold - Sad

Night Changes - Sad

No Control - Happy

Fireproof - Happy

Spaces - Sad

Stockholm Syndrome - Happy

Clouds - Happy

Change Your Ticket - Happy

Illusion - Happy I originally had this as sad and I have no idea why?? The melody of this song is not sad at all I think I'm just sleep deprived

Once In a Lifetime - Sad

Act My Age - Happy

I don't even care, my prediction was right for this one

5. Made in the A.M. (Deluxe Edition) (Made in the A.M. prediction: Mostly sad for once, I think.)

Hey Angel - Happy

Drag Me Down - Happy

Perfect - Happy The beginning of this song is wistful and sad and some of the lines in the bridge are sung like that as well so I'm conflicted. Most of this is "happy", though so I'm going for that

Infinity - Sad

End of the Day - Happy

If I Could Fly - Sad

Long Way Down - Sad

Never Enough - Happy

Olivia - Happy

What a Feeling - Happy

Love You Goodbye - Sad

I Want To Write You a Song - Sad

History - Happy

Temporary Fix - Happy

Walking in the Wind - Happy

Wolves - Happy

A.M. - Sad

I think my prediction for this one was also pretty good? Made in the A.M. is definitely one of the "saddest" albums, though.

6. Extra

Home - Sad This one is kind of a mixture, and it sounds quite happy? But the pre-chorus/chorus pushed me over the edge into sad. If I listened to this I would cry.

Okay. Done, finally. I might do a lyrical version as well but I doubt it? I can't be bothered lmao

In case you noticed, I kept on putting sad and happy in quotations because most of them aren't sad or happy at all - that was sort of the challenge I guess??

Bye