#and ate uncle ben

[bowl2099]

Sometimes I wonder if Miguel and Noir just assume every version of Vulture they meet is a cannibal like theirs are.

Imagine Peter B. trying to convince them not to kill his Vulture because he's "totally not a cannibal please put the gun down" and Noir is almost inclined to believe it meanwhile Miguel is already trying to find the highest building in the city to throw an unconscious Vulture from.

[booksandberries]

wtf are you on about Louisiana loves rice?????? do zatarans and uncle ben mean nothing to you?

okay so twice recently i've seen random people in the wild like "yeah people don't eat rice around here." so i think we need to have a poll on rice consumption

if you're a no-ricer maybe say where you're from/other explanation because i would like to know................................

[fangedxnight1836]

Characters of the day:

The Jordan Family!!!!!!

Most underrated and funniest family in all of DC.

They have the most relatable and hilarious family dynamics ever.

It is honestly funny whenever people HC or imagine that Hal is a loner, only child guy who clings onto the bat family or others too seek closeness when he has a whole family with multiple nieces, nephews and a cousin that adore him.

Neeeeeeed a family sitcom about them asapppp

We will talk about a couple members of the family and give our facts and HC’s about them:

(I included Helen in a different post, so check that out if you want to see her)

Jack Jordan:

The oldest child of Jessica and Martin Jordan, the brother of Hal Jordan (Green Lantern).

Often seen as the “golden child���, he was the most successful in terms of employment and economically.

Jack Jordan married a woman called Janice and had Two kids called Jason and Helen.

Canonically used to cheat on his wife with many people.

Took a lot of stress out on Hal when Jessica got sick.

Some HCs:

The kids all know the names of the women that he cheats on Janice with, they make a Bingo card with all their names on it, and compete with each other to see who wins.

Calls Hal, Jim and vice versa

Janice is in denial about the whole ordeal.

Jason Jordan

Son of Jack Jordan and Janice Jordan, twin brother of Helen II Jordan and the nephew of Hal Jordan.

Protective of his sister, and loves his uncle Hal.

Some HC’s

He listens to instrumental music a lot

Pretends to like phonk since his friends do, but can’t get into it.

He makes a lot of Pinterest boards for the things he likes and uses it as a bucket list for inspiration.

Sends Hal airforce memes and any references to Green Lantern at all.

Him, as well as Jane are the ones who update him on internet trends he misses.

James Jordan (Jim Jordan)

Youngest son of Jessica and Martin, younger brother of Hal and Jack.

Husband of Sue Jordan and father of Howie, Jane and Arthur.

His wife (who is a journalist) married him because she thought he was Green Lantern, later found out it was actually Hal and … yea….

Hal’s most supportive brother.

Some HCs:

Knowing that his wife thought he was Green lantern still keeps him up at night .

He tried to become a vegetarian once and then accidentally ate something that had meat within it the following day(he cried ).

He plays candy crush.

Howard (Howie) Jordan:

Eldest son of Jim Jordan and Sue Jordan

Brother of Jane and Arthur

He is quite a smart kid, often pointing things out that even Hal doesn’t notice, and speaking his mind when he feels like it.

Some HC’s:

Howie pretends to be a superhero whenever he is alone in his room.

He always wears the colour green when Hal comes round.

He was the class president in his high school

He can name all the dinosaurs and spell them out correctly ( idk i just think he likes dinosaurs a lot).

Jane Jordan:

Is the daughter of Jim and Susan

Sister of Howie and Arthur

Used to have quite long hair, but cut it quite short

Some HCs

She is definitely the rebellious type .

Asks Hal the come to all her parents evenings.

She loves the young justice group.

She once has split dye hair (Green and pink iykyk).

She probably had a Ben 10/danny phantom phase.

Arthur Jordan:

Youngest child of Jim and Susan

Literally a baby

Soooo cute

Some HCs:

He watches coco melon.

iPad and YouTube kids enjoyer most likely says “Skibidi” .

Makes aeroplane noises when Hal comes over.

He knows everything and hears everything NO ONE IS SAFE.

Harold (Hal) Jordan Jr:

The son of Larry and Helen I

The cousin of Jack, Hal and Jim

He is the third Airwave and has “radio powers”, his dad and mum were the first and second. He inherited these powers from his dad.

Is implied to be queer.

Some HCs:

He sucks at mortal combat .

He always tries to help out and keep everything sane.

He tried to do a back flip once for the first time it went terribly and Helen (his mum) instead of taking him to the hospital she phoned Hal.

Doug “Hip” Jordan:

The no-good distant cousin of Hal and his family.

Runs around in a lot of gang circles, and tried selling Jim in a green lantern circle to a gang in an attempt to get into it.

Hal got him arrested.

Drugged the whole family and used the kids to help him do it.

Known as the black sheep of the family.

Some HC:

He is always spotted at the wrong times when someone is either hurt or fighting.

He sold John Constantine a vape.

He tries to use Morden day slang to fit in with the kids .

He uses the term “Where my hug at” to anyone that approaches him.

[patchodraws]

Camp fam favorite foods / foods they hate! (Hard mode: you can't say Carob for any of them)

Darius: carob

Yaz: carob

Sammy: carob

Kenji: carob

Brooklynn: carob

anyways, my real answers!

Darius is a junk food guy, but damn if he doesn't go insane for his mom's chili. she used to make it all the time in the fall, which is also his favourite season, and he grew up sprinkling Doritos on top for an extra crunch. funnily enough, his dad is the one who taught him that little trick. As for food he hates? Well, the rest of the camp fam bully him for it, but he hates most salads. just let the guy have some carrot sticks or something!

Yaz's mom, in my headcanon, is an amazing cook who co-owns a diner with her brother/Yaz's uncle. she's gotten really good at making American-style cuisine with a Lebanese twist, but to this day Yaz's favourite is her supremely cheesy, salted crust pizza. her mom's chicken burgers are a very close second. her least favourite food is a long list, but at the very very bottom is baked potatoes. it's a texture thing.

Sammy used to love the way her dad BBQ'd ribs, but ever since going vegetarian, her favourite very quickly became a simple spicy omelet with banana peppers, cayenne, and a spritz of hot sauce. girl loves her spice! least favourite food, not including meat, is pasta salad. pasta and salad are two separate things and should be prepared as such!

Kenji's mom used to make the most amazing thai curry until she started getting sick and couldn't make it anymore. she taught their chef how to make it, but Kenji always felt it wasn't the same. he's since spent his life trying to find a thai curry that will meet the sky-high expectations set by his mother's cuisine. least favourite food is scrambled eggs because it's all he ate one summer and he vomits any time he so much as thinks about them

Brooklynn is a simple girl. give her a PB&J and she's happy! of course, to make it more complicated, she has to try all kinds of different jams, different peanut butters, different breads, adding new garnishes like sliced bananas or rock salt... she gets inventive with her PB&J's because she knows no matter what, she'll like it. she doesn't have a least favourite really, but she tried crocodile once in Australia and didn't really care for it. basically called it "gamey, watery chicken"

Ben might seem like a sucker for carob, but that's his favourite snack. his favourite food is actually dry roast beef, roasted potatoes, and gravy because it's something his family would have whenever there was a big get together and he got to see his cool aunt Alexis. it's also the type of meal that can be as juicy or as dry as you want it to be, provided you do enough with gravy. heretical as it may be, Ben's least favourite is bacon; he got told once as a kid that the grease would plug his arteries and has avoided it like the plague ever since

[deepinthegroves]

Hiiii!!!! For the eyeshadow palette ask 🤭🤭🤭 for any dr you want to talk about!!!

🎟️, 🌙 and 🧊

thank you for the ask !!

answering for my spiderverse dr...

﹒₍🎟️₎ ᯓ NO RSVP﹕ where is your home away from home? somewhere you can just show up uninvited, because you're always welcome there? maybe it's a memory, or your childhood home. maybe you have yet to find it. regardless, describe your safe haven.

ok so. not entirely a safe haven because well. they don't know i'm spiderman, but other than that? i know i'm always welcomed at aunt may and uncle ben's place. it was the first place i went to after peter's death was announced (though i've cried in harry's arms first), and they welcomed me in and the three of us just sobbed through it all again.

i know they're peter's aunt and uncle but like. it feels wrong to not call them aunt may and uncle ben so. yeah. nowadays i don't really have a reason to go there, but i always make some excuse to. i miss them, and i often stay for dinner too. they don't let me linger too long though, often kicking me out (very nicely...) by 7 or 8 pm and telling me to go home before it's gets too dark. i think they just don't want me to get too deep in mourning and reminiscing, not when, like they said many times, i "have a life to live". but i can show up there anytime i need and i know they'd let me in.

﹒₍🌙₎ ᯓ WILD NIGHT﹕ describe your favorite/craziest memory of a night out. who was there? was there some type of event going on? what made it so memorable? for any public figures/celebrities/influencers/etc answering this question, did any rumors come out of this night? really get into all of the drama that may have gone down (i'm nosy!)

oh! oh! oh! okay so. it was some shitty rich person event that we had to attend but like. i didn't want to be there. harry didn't want to be there. peter wasn't invited. so like half the time, we were just being bored asf at the event and forced to socialise (save me...) but eventually harry gets the brilliant idea of ruining one of our clothing to get out of it.

so i grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiters milling about (no one bats an eye at underage drinking if you just acted like you were over eighteen) and accidentally spilled it all over harry's fancy dress shirt. the people around us immediately gasp and i started trying to clean up the mess and apologising profusely – i like to think i was convincing, i was an actor after all – and steered harry away to clean up the mess. we slipped out through a window after.

the both of us wanted to get peter but like the event was held several streets away from his apartment and we did not want to walk all the way there so we just headed for the nearest ice cream parlour and went there to chill. they had so many flavours it's insane like i literally couldn't choose and just stood there indecisively for a few seconds... either ways i ended up picking chocolate and durian (no one judge) and harry and i just both sat in a booth in our fancy gown and suit and ate. in the excitement we kinda forgot to make sure that we wouldn't be photographed however... and let's just say that paparazzi were paid well that night. amazing for them! not so great for the both of us.

the pictures were immediately circulated online the next morning with stupid headlines like "Osborn heir and Rowan Nightwine spotted at ice cream parlor together!" and other bullshit that detailed us running away from the fancy event and insinuated romance. ew. god forbid we're just friends.

peter, however, my sweetheart, was super understanding about it and wasn't mad at all. (thank gods.) he knew there wasn't anything that went on between harry and i, and was chill with it. i bought him ice cream for our next date however. online though, it just fed the fans that shipped harry and i, and i was hounded about it for the next few weeks. it eventually died off though, replaced by some other celebrity drama.

﹒₍🧊₎ ᯓ ICY GLARE﹕ almost the opposite of "chaotic energy"- who's the one person who never fails to bring down your vibe? an academic rival who scored just a point higher than you, an enemy, a pesky yet powerful parental figure? someone who catches the most devious side eyes and unabashed dirty looks from you. alternatively, is there anyone who feels this way about you? why do they feel this way? is it deserved?

ohhh okay. tbh, that is so many people. i'm a hater at heart, and a lover second okay. people get on my nerves a lot and i just side eye them and move on. but to zero in on one person who pisses me off the most? mary jane.

i'm sure she's fabulous in some other timeline, personally i love Earth 616's mary jane, but in my dimension? she's a fucking bitch. she's sooo two face oml, like. girl. we can all see you cheating on your boyfriend. you literally flirted with harry because you want his money. i can tell you're trying to push me out of the conversation just because you think i'm a threat to you. speaking of threats, you treat every fucking girl in your vicinity as if she's your competition and you need to put her down or you'll die. ...can you tell i despise her?

i'm sorry. i know she can change. i know it's a product of her environment and how she was raised. i just don't want to empathise with someone who is constantly giving me back handed compliments. girl idc what your opinion is on me leaving class to go film scenes in high school. you're not the one who is juggling their career and school life at the same time. (not to mention being spiderman??) stfu. though she goes to my uni right now, i'm just glad her class is on the other side of campus and i don't have to see her.

[autumnslance]

The Schoolteacher

(Desertwalkers AU; foul language, nasty attitudes, & violence.)

Gareth Leawood had a shit week and it was all that fucking school teacher's fault.

Like so many others, he had come to Stonewood for the opportunities presented by Baelsar's consortium—except that dried up due to another investor and the Black Iron Wolf’s brief tangle with the Striker siblings.

Still, plenty of work for an honest man to do, enough pay to keep a small place Gareth could stick his mousy little wife. She wasn’t his first pick, but her cousin was spoken for and her uncle had paid well. She kept the place clean, his clothes darned, and hot meals ready for him, even when he came home late after a few drinks at the Saltlick.

Rather, she had done all that.

Fucking bitch of a school teacher had to stick her pert little nose where it didn't belong.

Aside from those rumors of a tussle with Baelsar, Gareth hadn't paid the Strikers much mind. The brother worked in the land office, handling half the town's bureaucracy on behalf of the mayor. Gareth supposed Striker was better at it than the mayor's spoiled worthless son.

The sister turned heads when she walked down the dusty streets, but she never seemed to heed the attention. She taught her classes, volunteered at the multitude of local charities and events women seemed to spend all their free time on, and shared a small homestead with her brother.

Not that Striker could control her. She demonstrated that by strolling into the Saltlick once, a respectable lady like her, and the school teacher no less. She sat down, had exactly one drink, a polite conversation with the piano man, broke another man's finger, and then left again while her brother fumed.

If she belonged to Gareth, she would have learned better.

Then again, he thought he had his wife in hand, too. But that fucking Thavnairian witch had worked her wiles on more than a few folks.

While Gareth spent his days hard at work, and deserved to end those shifts with a few drinks and some entertainment at the Saltlick, his wife had snuck off to the school house to take lessons. She was supposed to use her meager sewing skills to earn extra cash. She always handed over her pay to Gareth, as she didn't know how to spend it properly, and what was hers was his, after all.

Her earnings had been short for a while, but he hadn't suspected her of lying when she claimed she had fewer jobs, or that clients weren’t able to pay. Times were tough all around, thanks to whatever laws trickled in from Tuliyollal and the godsdamned Dawnservant.

A few days ago, Gareth had come home drunk and weary. He ate the food left to warm in the oven and then passed out in bed, still dressed. The next morning he realized his wife hadn't just woken early as usual—she hadn't slept in the bed at all. She wasn't there.

It took time to piece it together, and only after speaking with another bitter fellow that had also found his wife and daughters gone, down to the city and back across the Salt.

It was the thrice-damned school teacher.

She had taught Gareth's wife gods only knew what, convinced her to save away money, pack a few belongings, and book passage east. To leave him, as if he hadn't taken care of her, put a roof over her head, bought the food she made to eat. He had never even hit her. Ungrateful mousy bitch.

Gareth and the other man, Ben Brown, decided someone needed to deal with this wife-stealing little witch. Her brother might even thank them, when he sure as fuck couldn't keep her in line.

He checked around to see who else might be disgruntled at the Strikers—that brother had made more than a few enemies himself, given his work with local land and water rights. But when Gareth laid out his plan, Cal Hotwell shook his head and stood.

"No thank you. Good luck."

"Y'ain't scared of Striker are ya?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," Cal admitted. "I worked for Baelsar when he tangled with ‘em before. Ain't doin’ it again. 'Sides, you're goin’ after Aeryn Striker—and out of the pair of 'em, she's the one you ought to be afraid of."

Gecko snorted. The Au Ra's scars had lent themselves to the moniker. "The woman can scarcely raise her voice when her students act up."

"They don't often," Cal said. He tipped his hat and left Gareth's house, navigating around a full trash bin. The place was a mess, but Gareth had no wife now to keep it.

Because of that damned school teacher.

"Well, we shouldn't need more than the three of us to handle that wench," Ben said. "Keep some other honest fellas from losing their women."

They agreed, then headed to the Saltlick to celebrate.

-

For most folks around town, Miss Striker was an affable woman with a smile and a kind word for everyone. Even Gaius Baelsar, and he had sent toughs to kidnap her in an attempt to strongarm her brother last year. That attempt had not gone as planned when the thugs, injuries treated, ended up trussed in the back of the Strikers' buckboard and brought to town by an unsurprised Zaine, who had returned home to find them in said condition.

Cal Hotwell had been one of those toughs, since then set to more honest work in the mines Minfilia Warde ran for her mother. After leaving Gareth Leawood's place, Hotwell had let the Sheriff know trouble was afoot, and to have the doc ready to treat three fools.

And so Deputy Dark Autumn waited inside a nearby store, nursing a cup of tea as she watched the school across the yard through a partly opened window. Miss Striker seemed busy with her older students and a picnic lunch they managed for the younger classmates, while young Tenwa won the duty of running food over to Zaine Striker at the clerk's office. Not uncommon for one of the students to do that.

Tenwa had been gone far too long for that errand, given how Miss Striker checked the time and frowned as the lunch hour wound to a close, the older students leading the younger in cleanup.

Dark watched as the three men ambled up the street, Leawood's hand on Tenwa's shoulder. She set down her cup.

Miss Striker's eyes narrowed. The children’s chatter and laughter faded as they looked at the rough men with their classmate, and then back to their teacher. She stood tall, arms crossed. "Is there a problem, gentlemen?"

"You could say that," Leawood said. "You're a bad influence, Miss Striker."

"The school board has confidence in me, as do my students' parents."

"We ain't talkin’ about the board, though I don't agree you ought to be teaching these kids the way you taught our wives."

She smiled, head slightly tilted. "Why should I teach them differently?"

Leawood’s hand tightened on the boy's shoulder. Tenwa squirmed "Maybe I don't agree with your teachings," Leawood said.

"You're welcome to bring your concerns to the board. Thank you for escorting my student. Tenwa, go inside with the others."

Tenwa tried to move forward, but Leawood held on. "We'll let him go, if you come with us."

Miss Striker's face was dangerously blase, but Dark didn't think Leawood had the brains to notice. "I have to teach afternoon classes. If you come back after the children are dismissed at three, we can discuss your own lessons then."

"Class is canceled," Ben Brown sneered. "Don't think you can use these kids as a shield from what you owe."

Miss Striker raised a brow. "Oh, you have it quite backwards. They're not protecting me." Her tone was rather frosty.

Dark frowned. She wasn't the most sensitive type, but there was an entire shift in the air itself as the Weave that suffused all life reacted to events in the schoolyard.

Reacted to Aeryn Striker.

"Ryne," Miss Striker said in her kind but firm teacher voice. "Take everyone inside. The older students are to divide the class into five groups, and each lead their little cohort in the afternoon's math lesson. Close the blinds, lock the door, and only open it for me."

The slight redhead nibbled her lip, and almost looked ready to jump into the fray next to her teacher. Her dark-haired friend, too; rumor had it she was apprenticed to the coven Ryne's father protected. The two girls exchanged a look, then escorted the others inside.

"Tenwa," Miss Striker said. "Go with them. I will join the class shortly."

The boy pulled away this time and dashed past her, but stopped at the door. "Miss Striker, you don't have your—"

"Inside, please, and follow Ryne's instruction until I return." She smiled, warm and sweet, for the child. He reluctantly stepped inside, and Gaia closed the door behind him. Dark couldn't hear it lock, but was certain the young woman had followed instructions.

For her part, the deputy was far more stealthy than anyone expected of a woman her size, and she took the opportunity to ease outside to stand just behind a pillar on the store’s shaded porch.

Miss Striker turned to the trio of men. "Walk away," she said, hands at her hips.

"Hear you're pretty good with a blade," the man known only as Gecko sneered. "But you don't got one now."

"Please." Miss Striker unhooked the pair of folded fans from her belt.

Leawood’s angry hand reached toward her. "Let's go talk somewhere—"

A snap, a flash, and Leawood cried out and stumbled back, his pants falling off his hips. His suspenders had been sliced by the razor-edge of one of the fans, his shirt and skin untouched.

"Leave," Striker said, voice cold and hard, the fans up in a ready position as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"You uppity little bitch," Leawood snarled, grabbing his trousers. Brown hesitated—and then Gecko drew a firearm.

"You owe us," he snapped. The other men shouted. Dark leaped, already too late, toward the Au Ra as he pulled the trigger.

Reality warped, hot and electric, a shield of energy sizzling before Striker’s defensive fan. The bullet disintegrated. Striker flung the fan and electricity both. Gecko cried out and fell, his entire body jolted. The gun tumbled away, cut and warped.

Striker spun forward, her held fan collapsed into a solid piece she used to smack Brown in a half dozen places before he could react. She kicked out his knee, leaving him bruised and moaning on the ground.

She snatched the flung fan out of the air on its return arc, her own whirling motion ending with its deadly edge held to Leawood's throat. He froze, despite the knife in his own free hand.

He swallowed. "Th-the gun wasn't part of the plan." He glanced down at Gecko, groaning and slightly smoky on the ground. "We just…our wives left us and it's cuz you—"

He screamed as she left a long slice along each of his cheeks. "They left because of you," she spat as he dropped the knife and clutched his bleeding face. "I merely gave them the knowledge to make their choices and gather their means." She looked up with stormy gray eyes and met Dark's gaze.

If someone as inept as Dark sensed the weight and warp of Striker’s Weave manipulation, so could every sensitive in town.

Dark cleared her throat. "Think I can take it from here, ma'am."

Striker's face smoothed, though the storms in her eyes continued. "Thank you, Deputy. I do have class to teach." She stepped back from her combat ready position and snapped her fans closed to hang them on her belt. She took several deep breaths and fixed her long black hair. The sensation of imminent lightning faded as the teacher smoothed her blouse and skirt. "Perhaps you could also let my brother know there's naught to worry about."

Dark nodded. She whistled, loud and sharp, then leaned down to haul Brown and Gecko to their feet. Pipp and other nearby deputies would hear and come to help.

Miss Striker turned on her elegant booted heel and strode back to her school. She knocked in a specific rhythm and spoke through the door, which soon opened for her.

Not one student had peeked through the curtained windows, which did not open again until the deputies had the battered men out of sight.

The laughing children were dismissed promptly at three o'clock, as a few of Miss Striker's adult students arrived for their own lessons.

[spider-whoo]

I think its funny that the fact everyone likes to bring up about noir Peter is that the vulture ate uncle ben and not that his best friend was lobotomized my a nazi

[riordanness]

incredibly random peter parker headcannons ->

• this boy is so obsessed w star wars man

• he definitely has like, star wars pjs that he only wears on special sleepovers w you

• he’s the little spoon most of the time

• does this man eat anything but snacks??

• somewhat ridiculous abundance of sweatpants and shirts

• like so many

• you steal a good half of them in the first few months of dating though

• he think you’re the cutest thing in his clothes

• he’s obsessed w his hair

• it has to be perfect

• and even though he knows you’ll mess it up w your fingers bc you like doing that

• he’ll spend ten minutes in front of the mirror every morning making it perfect

• hero complex.

• duh

• cannot cook

• for anything

• however

• he can bake choc chip cookies

• insecure about his worth bc he’s never good enough and couldn’t save uncle ben and has ruined so many things

• blah blah

• you became best friends in school

• mostly bc you sat together in first period every day due to seating charts

• you had a star wars drink bottle

• peter was instantly in love

• so you started talking about the movies

• and he found out you hadn’t seen episodes 1, 2 & 3

• my man panicked

• he had you over that very night for a marathon

• y’all stayed up way too late and ate way too much junk food

• but you were lowkey in love w him by the end of that night

• and that was that

[kalinara]

I will say, as an exception to my prior rant, I have no issues with redemptive arcs in superhero comics.

This probably seems like a strange distinction, but superhero comics, particularly Marvel as I tend to read that more often than DC, are kind of a unique kettle of fish.

First of all, death rarely sticks. Even the most legendary deaths often end up reversed at some point. I'm pretty sure the only reason Uncle Ben isn't back yet is because no one wants to draw him in spandex. But there's always a chance someone with a hankering for a new dimension hopping story will pull a Thomas Wayne on him after all.

Second of all, we're talking about a medium that, depending on the character or team, stretches back anywhere from fifty years to almost an actual century at this point. So yeah, you pretty much are going to encounter any trope under the sun. Villains become heroes, heroes become villains. The rule of awesome applies pretty much every time.

And yeah, there's really no crime too big. Sabretooth has torn kids apart and he's had some stints as a hero. Emma Frost committed statutory rape, and she's a pretty stalwart heroine at this point. Mystique's chronically backstabbed everyone, and probably will again, but it's always a fun time when she decides to play anti-hero. And Jean Grey ate a star. Sometimes that counts as her, anyway.

Biggest of all though, is that redemption arcs in superhero comics tend not to be the exclusive property of the hot white guys. Well, okay, everyone's at least baseline hot in comics (art style notwithstanding). Anyone can have their redemption arc if there's a creative team willing to go there, and that's quite nice. (The proportion of white vs. non-white heroes/villains is a separate issue admittedly. All media has some issues that need improvement after all.)

I do think it'd be pretty tough to sell me on a MISTER SINISTER redemption arc. But you know, even the Kingpin had some interesting beats during the Fall of Krakoa, so... MAYBE someone could make it work?

Eh, probably not. But there's a shit ton of other characters that could totally benefit. And probably will eventually.

[sp4rk-p1ug]

actually fucking insane to me how much weird lore spider man noir has. he can’t feel physical pain. j jonah jameson fucking died and he got framed for the murder. he shot the vulture like 6 times. the vulture fucking ate uncle ben. i thought miguel o’hara was the overly edgy spider-man but no it’s the silly 1930’s guy

[mal-is-tall]

@askbensolo happy 24th birthday, ben!

12.10.29ABY

dear ben solo

happy birthday. congrats on making it this far

i know you and me probably didn't think we'd. like. still be here at this point huh

a lot of people love you. which is hard to believe, i know.

but they do

i know this because it took a lot longer than expected to put this holocard together

anyway. not tryna get all sappy.

hope you have a good year

—a

@askreysolo said: hiiiiiiiii big bro!!! happy bday!!!!!!!!! you are even more ancient nowww!! you know, I always felt like I didn't get that much time with you before you moved away. since you're so OLD and stuff. so it will be fun for you to live at home again!! well...I think it will be fun. try not to be too annoying and weird. anyway HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY!!!! from THE coolest little sister ever (Rey!!!)

BENNY BOYYY! The man. The myth. The most legendary wingman of all time. Happy birthday, dude! Not a day goes by that I don't miss seeing your weird-ass face. My last two years at UNaboo sure wouldn't have been the same without you! So sad to hear you're going offworld soon...come back to Naboo sometime! I want to see you eat SIX blue slug-beetles. Love, Treesie boy

Dearest Hope Child/Little Han Solo May The Force Be With You And May You Never Go Bald Looking Forward To Seeing You At Life Day 24 Is A Very Big Number For A Human So I Expect You To Eat Twice As Much This Year With Love Auntie Malla

hey hey hey buddy have a happy bday! beebee-ate says happy bday too thanks for bein our roomie! we're gonna miss you poe (and beebee-ate)

@margindoodles2407 said: Happy birthday, Ben! Here's to another year of survival :) All my best, Margin

Anonymous said: Hey, Ben. Happy 24th birthday. :) I've followed your story for a long time, and kind of grew up alongside you. I know you don't know me at all, but you—and all the things you share—really mean a lot to me. You're a guy with lots of feelings, both good and bad, and I've always really connected with that. I hope you continue writing. Even if you need to take a break sometimes, I hope you keep on checking in with us and letting us know how you're doing periodically. You were 15 when you started this blog, and you're 24 now—I hope I get to know how you're doing in another ten-or-so years. :) Thanks for everything, buddy.

^ look solo it's your favorite guy

in conclusion.

happy birthday ben solo

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.

art by @Aba_zakyX

Chapter 2 -  Never Left Behind

Peter crouched on the rooftop, scowling at the location where his friends and co-workers were killed.

The police were gone, finally.

He swung down, landing outside of the police tape barrier. Even in the dark, Peter could see the damage. The road, pavement, and even the walls of buildings were horrifically corroded.

Anybody that lived nearby was evacuated, and the smell alone was telling. Toxic fumes that would kill a regular person hung like menacing mistletoe.

Peter can see the outlines of what used to be his comrades.

"Was there anything I could've done for them?" Peter asked, knowing his new buddy was standing behind him.

"No. They died quicker than most, so that's a small mercy."

It didn't feel like it.

Miguel stalked past Peter, making no sound despite his size. He wandered around the crime scene, examining the spots where Peter's comrades used to be.

He saw the eye markings narrow intently, analysing everything. He watched Miguel pause at a single spot, prodding something.

Hopping over the tape, Peter joined his side, finding charred bone sticking from the concrete. It made him feel sick.

It was a femur, and the size betrayed that it was Luke Cage's bone.

Peter had to lift his mask, emptying his stomach. Seeing his friend reduced to that made him ill. Regret, grief and guilt swarmed Peter like locusts to an open field. Ten plagues danced throughout his soul, and come to the final wrath, was no lamb's blood on his door to save him from the inner pain.

Pain fused and interwoven with anger.

That fucking thing killed his friends, stripped them to the bone and ate them. It was Peter's fault, of course. If he just listened, he would've been irritating Murdock about something dumb and boring.

He won't get those fun team-ups anymore.

"You were close," Miguel stated, though no emotion was in his voice.

"Yeah, we were," Peter answered, feeling a hollowness start to claw in his chest. "He helped MJ and me move into our new place. Cage was a good man. All he did was help people; he didn't deserve to go like this."

"The greatest stars shine the brightest but are snuffed the fastest. It's a saying in Nueva York. The good fall and become the stairs for the wicked to climb higher."

"How can somebody be reduced to nothing but a step?"

"By something that never valued life in the first place. Life tends to be most valuable when it's already gone."

"What book did you get that from? Because damn."

"My mother."

"Must be a smart lady."

"She was. Better than I could ever be."

"I feel the same about Aunt May and Uncle Ben. It's hard comparing yourself to great people when you're a major fuckup."

He heard a gruff of agreement.

Aunt May was a pillar of Peter's life, his mother figure, a great woman he aspired to be like. While Uncle Ben gave him the "With great power, comes great responsibility", May was the one who taught him what that meant.

It would be helpful if she were here. She always knew what to do, but Peter was a bumbling mess.

How could he be a father when he causes the death of his friends?

"Parker!"

Peter swivelled to his teammate, watching as Miguel stalked towards an alleyway.

"You find something?"

"A trail. He might still be nearby."

Peter could avenge them. He could do something right.

That bastard was going to pay for what he did.

He stuck close to Miguel's side, trying to see what he did. The other Spider behaved like a hunter, tracking his prey, slowly reaching a warehouse.

It's surprising how many of those there are in New York.

"Do you smell that?" Miguel asked, lowering himself cautiously. "Unnatural decay is always a sign."

He nodded to rot in the concrete walls that shouldn't be there.

Klyntarus sucked life from everything, even if it were inanimate.

The duo snuck towards a window, peeking into the darkness within. It looked abandoned and derelict, but there was far too much inside for that to be. There are expensive crates of valuables.

Although the date stated it arrived only a few days ago, the wood of the crates looked like they were left to the elements for years.

Unnatural rot, a tell-tell trait of Klyntarus' presence.

Miguel held a finger to the window, a claw popping out of the finger pad. He jostled the lock and pushed the window up slowly.

"How do I get some of that in my suit?"

"They're not part of the suit."

"So, you've got actual claws?"

"You stick to walls; I get claws."

"You can't stick to walls? Dude, seriously?"

"Not the time, Parker."

"What else have you got? Or don't have?"

"Silencio!" Miguel hissed, "We don't want him to know we're here."

That made sense.

Peter was still curious, though. He recalled how Noir had more endurance, that Penni was quick, and Porker had "Hammerspace". Then there was Gwen, who had far more agility than the others and Miles could go invisible.

Do all Spider-people have something unique to them?

It felt like Peter only had extra weight. That sucked.

The warehouse stank of decay. There's a scorched trail on the floor and suspicious mounds of former people. The gang must've been trying to protect them.

Out of curiosity, Peter looked in one of the crates, finding several packaged gadgets. There are all kinds of Apple devices, some Windows, Samsung, Sony and more. It must be a warehouse for a supermarket or a store, maybe even a shopping mall.

He came here to fix that sphere thing, didn't he? Eat the people inside and use the technology to repair himself.

Peter started to shake, his Spider senses going haywire. He webbed to the ceiling, attaching to it, unable to stop the shivering. He couldn't turn his head when Miguel joined him, his claws deep into the wall.

Fear sang throughout his bones, a NASCAR race of terror screeching in his very atoms.

The image of his friends melting into ash clouded his vision, a fog that was so thick it clung to the back of his throat. The weight of guilt caused his grip to loosen, but Miguel caught him.

Feeling someone touch him managed to snap Peter out of being frozen, Miguel's arm tight around his waist.

His fellow Spider released his grip, landing on a high support beam. He attached to it instantly, his fingers gripping the metal so tight that it dented.

A door opened, giving Peter something to distract himself with. He watched as Black Cat stumbled into the warehouse, but his senses warned that it wasn't her.

Miguel gripped Peter's shoulder, keeping him from going to her.

"Lo siento..."

He didn't understand what that meant. He would find out, though.

Black Cat shivered, gripping her arms as slime leaked from her face. He could smell the burning flesh already.

The skin went first, then the fat, the fascia and the muscle; it melted away until there was only blackened bone. That, too, was destroyed, reduced to mere ash.

Fuck, not Felicia. She was finally getting her life together with her new wife.

The offending sludge that took his friend twisted and coiled, creating a humanoid-like body. The "scars", as Miguel called them, pulsed akin to a heartbeat; those red eyes locked onto an office room.

"I'll distract him. Destroy the stabiliser."

"And leave you to fight him alone? Daredevil, Cage, Jones, She-Hulk and Iron Fist didn't do squat together."

"You burn, I don't. Simple as that. Move fast and get this over with, Parker."

Before Peter could argue, Miguel jumped to the ground, alerting Klyntarus.

"Ahh, 2099, you still live," Klyntarus chuckled almost gleefully. "I'll admit, you hurt me badly. I'm proud."

Safe to say that Klyntarus is distracted.

Peter crawled on the ceiling, making his way towards the office. It looked rotten, more than the rest of the building, so he must be hunkered in there. As soon as Peter destroys that damn thing, they can burn the bastard.

"Shove it. You know what I'm here for."

"You don't have a Venom Burst, so that'll be mighty tough. And your fancy trinket is broken, so negative on the backup, not even that sassy little assistant. You're all alone, 2099. Just the way I like you."

Even in his injured state, he was taunting and acting like he wasn't in danger. Hopefully, he was so up his ass - or the Symbiote equivalent - he won't realise that Miguel's distracting him.

Peter's senses were on the fritz, panicking like a bucking rodeo horse. He had to focus, though. The sooner they break this bastard, the fewer people will die.

Klyntarus wandered away from the office-like part, the tail-like appendage dragging on the floor. He was giggling, fixated on Miguel.

"Just like Alchemex Tower; cuando huiste como el maldito cobarde que eres."

Peter lowered himself to the floor as carefully as possible, using all two decades of experience. When his feet touched the ground, he crept towards the office, the pungent smell staining his suit.

Thankfully, Klyntarus was too focused on Miguel to notice him. Occasionally, narcissists were much easier to fight than competent people.

The door was melted like ice cream on a hot day, nothing more than squishy splinters.

On a desk that was soon to crumble was the damned sphere he should've stamped on before.

"Ahhhh, memories. That was a grand day. For me, of course. How is my old stomping ground? Been a while since I last visited."

That's right, big guy. Keep him distracted.

"Nueva was never yours. Nothing of my or any other dimension is."

Peter cracked his knuckles, uncertain how he was going to destroy it. It's already damaged; the parts strewn about were signs of an attempted repair.

All Peter had to do was undo the repairs. That should be simple enough. Right?

He picked up a crowbar lodged in the wall, potentially from a worker fighting for their life.

"It's cute that you believe that. It was always mine and always will be, just like you. You belong to me, 2099. You'll realise that soon enough."

What did Klyntarus mean by that? His damned curiosity was starting to interfere with the objective.

"I promised to kill you. I don't break promises."

"Aww, but you do, don't you? You broke the one to your whore mother and mistake of a daughter - I know you'll taste even sweeter than she did!"

Oh, fuck.

Miguel had a kid. He was a dad like Peter would be, and Klyntarus took that from him.

That's what he meant - isn't it? When he said that Klyntarus made him Spiderman. He took Miguel's family.

"Estás muerto!"

"Only on the inside, little Border Rat! And like little Gabrielle," he taunted, cackling like the lunatic he was.

So not only is he a genocidal dimension eater but racist, too. Great. A cherry on top of the corrupted cupcake.

Peter struck the sphere with the crowbar, hitting it as hard as possible.

He heard a demonic, distorted screech of surprise and rage. The ground under him started to rumble violently. He saw a black and red mass racing towards the office through the window, barrelling like a bat out of hell.

Glowing orange webs wrapped around the parasite, pulling him back.

With each strike, Peter could feel the integrity weaken, and sparks started to fly. His spidey senses were on fire, writhing with panic and terror.

His tingles screamed, forcing him to jump and stick to the ceiling. A spear-like tendril shot through the window, glass falling like spilt glitter. It reared back and went for Peter, trying to impale him.

He hadn't let go of the stupid sphere, digging his fingers so hard into it that they were beginning to bleed through his suit.

Peter pounced out of the doorway, swinging to the rafters. A thick tendril went after him but couldn't even graze his suit.

The spikes on Miguel's forearms had fused into blades, slicing through like a hot knife to butter.

"I will kill everything you hold dear!" Klyntarus vowed, chasing after Peter with astonishing speed.

Miguel leapt onto Klyntarus' "face", starting to sink instantly. He clawed at Klyntarus' eyes, following them whenever they moved to escape his onslaught.

"Go, now!" Miguel yelled, his mask disappearing. "¡Rápido, rápido!" his eyes were almost glowing as red as Klyntarus'.

Peter kicked a skylight open and started running.

Get somewhere high and far, beat this blasted thing and save the day. And don't you dare die, big guy.

As much as Peter wanted to go somewhere and focus only on destroying the sphere, he couldn't leave his comrade behind. It wasn't right.

It wasn't right when Peter left Miles behind. He should've treated the kid better. He can't change that, but he can do better now.

Klyntarus wanted Miguel alone. Unfortunately for him, Peter wasn't going to allow that.

Peter hopped to a rooftop, looking for somewhere to hide the sphere. He didn't know if it had an actual name; it didn't matter.

He found an old pigeon hutch-house thingy, and although it's about as flimsy as wet paper, it's still better than nothing. He carefully placed the ominous orb inside, hoping he wouldn't be the only Spiderman again.

It's nice to have someone like you around, even if they're a little prickly.

Great. It's somewhere safe.

Roughly.

Peter hurried back, worried at what that crazy thing could've done by now. He felt terrible leaving his houseguest alone, especially with how twisted Klyntarus was.

The skies began to open, rain falling with haste.

He was worried about MJ. He learned how vindictive Klyntarus was; it put her in grave danger. Their unborn child was at risk.

He didn't listen and was paying the price for it. He still wasn't.

Miguel told him to go, and here he was, running straight back to a fight he couldn't win. It would be wrong to leave someone behind to a monster like that. How could Peter ever live with himself knowing he let somebody die?

It's painful enough with his friends, his old captain, his uncle, his aunt - his entire family except for his best friend and soon-to-be child. Not even Felicia was around anymore.

He missed the other spiders - Noir, Peni, Porker, Gwen, Miles; they showed him he wasn't alone.

They taught him that he could be a better man.

That kid saved Peter's life in more ways than one. He gave Peter hope for the future again. He got Peter to face his fear of parenthood and wanted Miles to be the baby's middle name - that kid was an inspiration.

What would Miles think if Peter was told to run and didn't go back to help somebody? The hypothetical disappointment was terrifying.

He had somebody else to add to the list of fellow spiders.

In a way, spider people are a unique species, close but different to humanity. It's so weird - since he got bitten, he felt like he was the last of his kind, only to find others.

Peter crouched atop the warehouse roof, hearing the wrathful shrieking of Klyntarus inside. His spidey senses were terrified, demanding that he flee and never return as Miguel ordered.

Narrowing his eyes, Peter looked through the broken window, searching for any dark blue.

"Where is it, you revolting abomination?!" Klyntarus roared, smashing everything inside the warehouse. "Where!?"

Finally, Peter spotted his teammate.

Klyntarus had him pinned to the wall, writhing darkness constricting around him.

"Debajo del sofá!"

"Oh, you think you're being cute!?" Klyntarus seethed, tightening his hold.

"Soy tan mono!"

Peter needed to learn Spanish immediately.

In a rage, Klyntarus threw Miguel into the other wall, then slammed him into the floor with a tendril. With the velocity, Peter knew that it hurt, but even so, the other Spider was making fun of the parasite.

Yep, he's a spider.

He waited with his web-shooter at the ready. As expected, Klyntarus threw the other Spider again, and Peter fired.

The web attached to Miguel's back, and Peter pulled, his spider senses panicking as Klyntarus shrieked again.

"I told you to run," Miguel hissed as Peter aimed for the nearest building. "Why'd you come back?"

"Never leave a spider behind, twinkle toes!" Peter stated, feeling the roof under them start to shake. "That's not good."

A black tendril shot from behind Peter, wrapping around his arm and pulling him down. Although Miguel went to grab him, he only succeeded in scratching Peter's hand.

Those claws hurt!

"You!" Klyntarus roared, engulfing much of Peter's body with his mass. It burned, regardless of his superhuman endurance. "I will make you watch as I destroy everything you love, Parker!"

"I think you're mad at me," Peter snarked, despite the intense weight starting to crush his body.

"I h-AHH!" Klyntarus yelped, those horrid eyes twisting to... Why is Miguel biting his body!? "How dare-no, fuck, no!"

Light blue was growing through the red scars, burning the blackness around them. It quickly reached the part holding Peter, loosening the ironclad grip.

Klyntarus had no choice but to break away from the afflicted part, dropping Peter. The hot ash clung to Peter's suit, quickly hardening in the cold rain falling on them.

He felt hands pulling him as a distorted roar echoed in Peter's ears and the sound of crumbling.

Though his spidey senses were in a panic, Peter struggled to move.

Everything went dark for what felt like a few seconds.

When consciousness returned, he wasn't in a warehouse anymore - or he was, and lay in what remained. He tried to move, but having several tonnes of concrete on you sucks.

Peter's chest hurt, his hand burned like fire, and everything was too dark. His head was thundering.

Peter grumbled, feeling that his leg was stuck. He can move a little, meaning he isn't fully submerged; that's nice.

His eyes blinked, adapting to the lack of light. He saw red eyes, bright and vibrant, but his spidey sense wasn't reacting.

Even so, Peter hit the light.

"¡Ay, coño!"

Oh, shit!

"Miguel?" Peter panted, realising the spooky scars weren't around.

"Hijo de puta, who else?" Miguel hissed, "Try not hitting me while I keep us from being crushed. ¿Te parece bien?"

Everything hurts, but they're still alive.

"The hell happened, man?"

"Caused the building to collapse. You were stuck to the floor, so... I improvised."

When Peter's eyes were fully adapted, he saw what Miguel meant. The man was singlehandedly keeping the building from turning Peter into a paste.

He had it all pushing on his back, but he remained unwavering.

"You could've run," Peter said, unsure why he said it.

"Never leave a spider behind. That's what you said, araña testaruda."

He did. It felt good having that stupidity repaid.

By working together, they managed to push the concrete away, revealing the frigid rain.

Peter's entire body hurt, and he expected his comrade to feel the same.

He wanted a warm bath, hot cocoa, and to listen to MJ's dumb puns. Instead of dad jokes, they had mom jokes.

"Buddy, you allergic to hot cocoa?"

"¿Qué? What, is that a fruit?"

"We've got a lot of things to cross off a list, my guy."

A hot bath was more than warranted.

"My everything aches," Peter sighed, glancing at MJ as she brushed her teeth. "We made progress, at least."

"You two were pretty battered," MJ said, spitting minty spit foam into the sink. "Did you make progress against the evil goop or with Miguel?"

"Both."

"Hmm, there's a "but" in there."

"Miguel had a daughter. Klyntarus killed her. He taunted him about it." His best friend turned, sympathy and fear growing on her graceful features. "And he threatened us. I'm worried he'll come after you and our yet-to-be roommate."

It's an understandable fear, especially given what Klyntarus was.

He couldn't begin to know how Miguel felt. No wonder he was so furious with Peter.

Peter didn't even know the baby in MJ's organic oven, but he would die for them. He couldn't bare having that baby, and some sinister snot comes and takes them away forever.

"Do you think we should leave him alone for a bit?" she asked, wanting to be as accommodating as possible.

Her heart was even more gigantic than all forty-nine states combined.

On a side note, good for Hawaii for their independence.

"No," Peter answered, though he wasn't sure. "I think Klyntarus has kept him alone for long enough."

"I understand the holo-suit a lot more now. You don't need so much detergent to clean it. Also, I think he's allergic to that, too."

"We're gonna need a list."

"A lengthy one." Peter got up, cracking the aching bones in his back. With a sigh, MJ threw a towel into Peter's face. "I don't need to see your little Pete, and I doubt our guest does either."

"For the love of all that is holy, never call it that again."

"No promises."

Peter wrapped the towel around his waist, eager for some pop tarts.

MJ waved as Peter went to the kitchen, spotting their temporary housemate in the living room.

Although he'd like a nice snack, he wanted to see how his new buddy was doing.

He walked into the living room, amused that Miguel still had the sunglasses on.

"Concussion still there?"

"Photophobia," Miguel corrected, sounding tired. "Downside to perfect night vision."

"Do your eyes reflect?"

"Yeah. It's not great."

"And you've got fangs."

"I hate them."

"I think it's cool. You've got some venom that hurts him, too. Oh! Is that what a "Venom Burst" is? A bomb with your venom? That's cool."

Miguel grumbled, hiding his face in a pillow.

It's cool, though.

Where could Peter get fangs?

"Look, big guy, our door's open. We don't have a lock, but you get what I mean - I hope? If not, we're open to talk."

"About what?"

"How that motherfucker... I can only assume it's rough with MJ being pregnant."

"It was two years ago. That she..." he couldn't finish the sentence, but Peter knew what he meant.

Timewise, that would've made Miguel around twenty-five or twenty-four when she died.

"How old was she? If it's alright to ask."

"Eight."

"You were around seventeen or sixteen when you became a dad, huh?"

"How do you know that?"

"I have a thing with guessing people's ages. You look my age, but you're not."

"Well, fuck you too."

"I didn't mean it like that, big guy!" Peter said, quickly backtracking. "You've experienced a lot. That's what I meant."

"You could certainly say that. Is there a point to the inquiry? I'm tired. I don't want to talk about my dead family."

"Alright, let's have pop tarts and then sleep, possibly cry ourselves to sleep. Sound good?"

"Sure thing, little Pete."

That motherfucker has super hearing!?

While Peter should be mad, it's a little funny.

"Only if I get to call you little Miguel."

"Bite me."

"Is that an invitation or an insult?"

"Por el amor de Dios. I'll have something with cheese."

"Great, a toastie it is. I'll turn the lights down for you, big guy."

"Gracias."

He liked having Miguel here. The rapport was fun.

Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!

[silverflameataraxia]

"You'll find someone," Jon promised her. "King's Landing is a true city, a thousand times the size of Winterfell. Until you find a partner, watch how they fight in the yard. Run, and ride, make yourself strong. And whatever you do..."

Arya knew what was coming next. They said it together.

"...don't...tell...Sansa!"

Job messed up her hair. "I will miss you, little sister ."

Suddenly she looked like she was going to cry. "I wish you were coming with us."

"Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?" He was feeling better now. He was not going to let himself be sad. "I better go. I'll spend my first year on the Wall emptying chamber pots it I keep Uncle Ben waiting any longer."

Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together:

"Needle!"

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north.

AGoT, Jon II

No one talked to Arya. She didn't care. She liked it that way. She would have eaten her meals alone in her bedchamber if they let her. Sometimes they did, when Father had to dine with the king, or some lord or the envoys from this place or that place. The rest of the time, they ate in his solar, just him and her and Sansa. That was when Arya missed her brothers most. She wanted to tease Bran and play with baby Rickon and have Robb smile at her. She wanted Jon to muss up her hair and call her "little sister" and finish her sentences with her. But all of them were gone. She had no one left but Sansa, and Sansa wouldn't even talk to her unless Father made her.

She went back to the window, Needle in hand,  and looked down into the courtyard below. If only she could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run away from this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them. Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could find Nymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they'd return to Winterfell, or run to Jon on the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone.

Arya chewed her lip and said nothing. She would not betray Jon, not even to their father. All she could think of was the lesson Jon had given her. "Stick them with the pointy end," she blurted out.

AGoT, Arya II

Sorry for the long post, but I love how Jon said goodbye to Bran, Robb, and Arya, but not his other sister. Sansa who? 🤣

I love that Jon and Arya know each other so well that they finish each other's sentences. I love how they're comforted by the thought of the other.

I find it interesting that Arya's second POV is a stark contrast to Sansa's. Arya thinks about her brothers all the time, about how much she misses them...and Winterfell. But Sansa only thinks of Arya a handful of times and it's either hating on her or wishing she wasn't there, but Sansa never thinks of her brothers.

[lewinblue]

Sunny m'dear, the Ben Mears thoughts/thots are back to cause their usual chaos (lol).

-Literally nobody in the coven house ever goes hungry. If nobody eats it means that they were either too preoccupied with a hunt or somebody forgot to pay the gas and electric bill (lol).

-Everybody in the house learned to cook their own shit from an early age. Sure nobody's a gourmet chef or anything but it certainly feels like it sometimes.

-Ben's favorite thing is when he gets to make his Aunt Cindy and Uncle Sean's recipe for apple and cranberry roasted chicken. He'll let the roaster brine in the fridge for a couple of days and add the herbs and spices just before it gets set on top of a bed of carrots, onions and celery. That thing starts cookin, the entire household won't stay outta the kitchen.

-Father Callahan may be an Irishman but damn that man can cook Italian dinners like nobody's business. Lasagna, caccitore, gnocchi, you name it, he's got it in the recipe box. The lasagna's super meaty and cheesy and he even uses the tomatoes from the backyard garden to make the sauce.

-Of course who could live without Matt Burke's pasta bolognese? It's totally delicious but man does it have a ton of garlic in it. One of the coven members ate the leftovers before a hunt, ended up burping in the face of a vampire and it ended up killing the creature.

-Mike and Lucy will make a huge pot of chicken noodle soup and they add a little bit of dill and chickpeas to it. They even use all the dark meat from the chicken so it has all that good flavor in there.

-You've made all kinds of stuff too. A real favorite in the cold months is steak au poivre soup with all the potatoes and stringy little onion curls. Your homemade mac'n'cheese is a big hit too and there's almost no leftovers the next day.

-Mark and Randy will help you cook without question. Mark has a pretty good reign on the kitchen utensils but Randy usually uses his little baby knife to cut bread and apples. Randy loves helping you bake but Mark likes to go full mad scientist and work with the meat and it's only then that Ben has to be on standby to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

-Two members of the coven, Frank and Beth Daniels, are both from the Mi'kmaq Indian territory and they both make alot of the stuff they grew up with for Sunday dinners. Beth still has her grandma's baked bean recipe which takes a few days to prepare but damn it's delicious. Frank will make his family's bannock recipe for breakfast and homemade blueberry jam from his and Beth's orchard. You're pretty grateful whenever he and Beth come for Thanksgiving dinner because Frank constantly has to talk the men of the house out of deep frying the turkey every year (thank God he's a firefighter to boot, lol).

-Mark definitely takes the leftovers for lunch the next day. He loves it cuz it means not having to eat the gross school lunches and he loves seeing the look on the faces of all the snotty school bullies too (lol).

Sunny I'm sorry, I'm a big foodie and I didn't eat much this afternoon for lunch so this made me extra hungry 😋😋😋😋 (I'll have to elaborate more on the turkey fiasco, that might end up becoming a fic in November, lol).

Lol this made me so hungry.

I can just imagine a mayhap early on while schedules are still being worked out and everyone is figuring out what each of them are capable of. On more than one occasion there have been at least three dishes made because Father Callahan thought it was his turn to cook but Matt Burke had a taste for his bolognese and there are still left overs from last nights meal and of course someone insisted on dessert so now everyone is eating Thanksgiving quantities on a normal Tuesday.

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Jon I

“Is this one of the direwolves I’ve heard so much of?” a familiar voice asked close at hand.

Jon looked up happily as his uncle Ben put a hand on his head and ruffled his hair much as Jon had ruffled the wolf’s.

“Yes,” he said. “His name is Ghost.”

One of the squires interrupted the bawdy story he’d been telling to make room at the table for their lord’s brother. Benjen Stark straddled the bench with long legs.

He snagged a roasted onion, dripping brown with gravy, from a nearby trencher and bit into it. It crunched.

Benjen watched Ghost with amusement as he ate his onion. “A very quiet wolf,” he observed.

“He’s not like the others,” Jon said. “He never makes a sound. That’s why I named him Ghost. That, and because he’s white. The others are all dark, grey or black.”

“There are still direwolves beyond the Wall. We hear them on our rangings.”

[she-karev]

Babysitting Luna (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)

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Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Three of Five

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy/Station 19

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 18 Episode 10/Season 5 Episode 10

AN: I know you guys love the pregnancy storyline so I decided to explore it more. I want to show when Amber and Andrew decided to get pregnant and why.

Summary: Amber and Andrew deal with the aftermath of almost losing Luna. Amber notices Luna isn’t crying so she takes her to the station so Carina can check her.

Words: 2487

January 12th, 2022

“You can say it.” Andrew tells Bailey while they are doing a kidney transplant. During that time, he explained what happened yesterday to Bailey looking for advice or more likely a reprimand, “I’m a horrible uncle.”

Bailey looks at DeLuca in sympathy, “You’re really not. I’ve treated bad parents, bad guardians and bad uncles and you are not a bad uncle. And you said you locked the door on your way back.”

“Yeah, but what if I didn’t?” Andrew asks still beating himself up, “She’s walking and using doorknobs if she got out, she could have wandered into the streets and a car would have hit her.”

“But it didn’t.” Bailey states, “She’s safe and happy and that’s what matters. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, we all make mistakes, even guardians like you.”

“God I am terrified I am gonna fail her or traumatize her. Now I know why Amber was so scared before she came into our house.”

“I was the same way when I had Tuck. My nerves were shot the first year I brought him home. When he was 5, I accidentally slammed Tuck’s fingers in the car door. I could still hear his scream and feel like the most awful parent in the world but my rational side catches up and I know it was an accident.” Andrew feels a little better after that confession, “You don’t have to be perfect to be a parent. You just have to love your kids enough to get through the scary moments and do better next time. If you feel this scared and unsure of your abilities to have her for the rest of the week, me and Ben can take her home with us.”

Bailey clears her throat obviously sad, “The Miller’s supposedly forgot that it was mine and Ben’s week with baby Pru and changed the date to next week. So, we have a house full of toys and diapers that are most likely gonna go to waste. If you want, we can watch her for the rest of the week. No judgement whatsoever.”

Andrew sighs and takes a moment before shaking his head, “No she’s already settled in we can do this.”

Bailey nods proud of him, “Yes you can.”

Later at Station 19

Amber rolls the stroller inside the barn with Jack Gibson guiding her. She knows Carina is doing inventory for the clinic today which makes her the perfect person to go to about Luna who is sleeping peacefully inside the stroller. She sees Carina helping Warren by a table full of pullout chairs.

“Carina.” The Italian OB is surprised to see Amber here and Jack explains.

“Your sister-in-law asked or well demanded really that she sees you. I don’t know why though.”

Carina approaches Amber and Luna, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Luna wandered off in our house yesterday I couldn’t find her for a minute, and she hasn’t cried ever since.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Warren asks.

“She didn’t cry when I ended bathtime last night, she always cries and pulls my hair but not this time. I think something’s wrong; I don’t know if she hit her head or ate something that’s making her like this.”

Carina nods, “Okay well you can take her to a pediatrician in Grey Sloan.”

Amber shakes her head, “No, no, no if I take her to peds or OB they’ll call Alex and Jo and I have to tell them what happened, and they will never trust me again. Please you are my only hope right now.”

Warren shakes his head dismissively, “Look we gotta do inventory just suck it up and-”

Amber’s tone shifts from worried to scary, “One of you doctors drop what you’re doing in the next five seconds, or I will end you.” The three of them look shocked, “One, two…”

Carina steps forward and takes the stroller from Amber who follows her toward the beanery leaving the boys behind. When they reach the empty beanery Carina pulls out the medical bag from under the sink and approaches Amber who takes Luna out of her stroller so she can sit in her lap while Carina examines her.

“Tell me more about what the problem is.”

Amber bounces Luna in her lap lightly, “She’s usually a lot more alert than this. I sat up with her all night, making sure she was still breathing. I felt around her skull but there were no bumps but you’re the baby expert so…”

Carina does a neuro exam on Luna who passes it, “Good job Luna you are so smart.” Carina feels around her head, “There are no bumps, has she been feeling fatigue or vomiting in the last 12 hours?”

“No.”

“Okay we’ve ruled out a brain injury and stomach troubles she could just be relaxing. Unlike her Auntie Amber.”

Amber sighs and looks down at her niece in worry, “It’s just…I couldn’t find her. I went to get her a water and I turned my back for like ten seconds and she was gone when I turned around. Alex and Jo left her with me because I thought I could do this; God why did I think I could do this?”

“Hey, hey do not do this to yourself, don’t make things harder than they seem for you.” Amber sniffles holding Luna close, “It’s not uncommon. In the eyes they seem slow, but babies are like ninjas when they start to walk. They can slip away without making a sound and they are fast on their feet. And the good news is that Luna is very smart, she knows not to wander off outside a place where’s she’s most safe. She knows you and Andrea are watching her and making sure she’s safe.”

Amber sighs at that and Carina makes a suspicion, “Is this about more than Luna wandering off?”

Amber inhales and confesses to her sister-in-law, “Andrew want’s kids, I know he wants kids and a part of me does too, but I can barely keep my niece in place how do I know I won’t do that to our baby too?”

“I know the fear you’re experiencing.” Carina says with compassion, “My mind goes into a dark path, and I sometimes think I’m gonna do to my baby what my papa did to me. I worry that I’ll make them feel like they have to grow up too fast so they can survive me as a parent. I worry that I am going to repeat the cycle of chaos my father started. The same way I know you feel about your parents and whether or not you will repeat their mistakes.” Amber nods confirming Carina is right in this regard, “But if you and I are determined to give our kids the love and stability we never had then there is no doubt we’ll end our family cycle of violence and be the best parents we can be.”

Amber looks at Carina grateful, “Your good at this.”

“I know.” Carina says smugly causing Amber to laugh with Luna still in her lap, “Are you headed back home?”

“Um actually can me and Luna hang out with you and the boys for the rest of the day? Andrew is working and this place is a lot more interesting than my house. Plus, this is the last place that would catch on fire.”

Carina chuckles, “Okay you can come, as long as you help us with inventory.” She leans down to Luna’s face with a smile, “And that goes for you too Dr. Karev.” Amber chuckles and stands up. She puts Luna back in the stroller and follows Carina back into the barn where Ben and Jack are still by the table doing inventory.

“Is it safe?” Ben asks.

Amber grins as she parks Luna next to her by the table, “Yeah she’s fine, I’m gonna help though if that’s okay.”

Jack shrugs, “Yeah sure no problem the more help the better.” Amber helps with the chairs when Jack decides to ask her a question pertaining to the topic of employing doctors at the clinic, “Hey Amber you’re a doctor right?”

Amber raises an eyebrow at that, “Yes? Otherwise, I went to three years of college and four years of medical school for nothing.”

“And you…well you were…” Jack struggles to find the right words to describe Amber who motions him to continue, “You have a different background compared to most doctors right?”

“You mean I was dirt poor and had a family of nightmares?” Amber asks bluntly, causing Carina to grin at Jack’s wince as he tries to mend his words.

“Okay I didn’t mean it like that it’s just that I think the clinic shouldn’t have so many doctors because people from low-income neighborhoods and bad situations they’re afraid of doctors. I mean you and I grew up in the system so we saw firsthand how it can screw over people like us and that includes rich people in white coats.”

Carina rolls her eyes, “Porca miseria do not drag the poor girl into this, she’s just gonna say you’re stupid.”

“No actually he’s right.” Amber says surprising Warren and Carina who look at her more confused than offended, “Carina you know I love you, but you come from a family of doctors you didn’t have to worry about paying a thousand-dollar medical bill because your parents could afford insurance. I grew up relying on my mom’s disability after she got fired until my brothers and I each got jobs when we reached high school. You and Warren don’t understand the viewpoint me and Gibson developed after years of hardship and bouncing around foster homes.”

Ben shrugs, “Okay so tell us.”

Amber starts, “Okay, my oldest brother had to hotwire a car to get me to a hospital when I was two because the ambulance ride would have bankrupted us. Alex and Aaron bandaged my scrapes and bruises until I was 8 and I had a skateboarding accident that gave me 12 stiches on my head. The doc who did it just gave us the bill and walked away. My brother couldn’t pay it until he started his intern year. I’m sorry guys but the white coats are a symbol for death or debt in the communities Gibson and I grew up in.”

Jack grins at his point being proven, “I like her.”

Carina groans at that, “I understand what you’re saying but how do we run a medical clinic without medical experts?”

“Oh, you can’t.” Amber states as she resupplies the medical bag, “I mean the system is broken but a clinic needs doctors and nurses who know sutures and how to run labs. Sorry Jack but your naive to think we can find people who know half the stuff me and Carina know without acquiring an MD.”

“Yeah, she’s got a point.” Ben says.

Gibson thinks for a minute before having an idea that he springs to the doctors, “I could learn to do this, suture. I mean-I mean, if it came to it, right?”

“Well, it won't unless you're planning to become a doctor.” Carina points out.

“Okay, but fine. But, like, think about it. I mean, I-The first time I did CPR, I was 10 years old. Yeah, my foster sister almost drowned in the community pool, and I saw somebody do it on TV and I-I figured it out. So I could probably learn some of what you do.”

Amber grins at Gibson’s attempt, “It’s not like sewing your niece’s teddy bear after the head tears off.” She grins down at Luna who is still in the stroller playing with her teething toy, “It requires focus and steady hands, which are two things you’re gonna learn once you get into Harvard med. Or state if you don’t want to become a stuffy know it all.”

“Andrea went to Harvard.” Carina reminds Amber.

“You just rested my own case.” Amber jokes with a grin.

“I get it but what you probably can't teach is waking up every morning with the goal being to survive. And I think that's…yeah, that's me. That's who I am. That's what this is, right? This clinic is a place for people to go to survive. And they shouldn't have to sign 10 forms with fine print and stare down a bunch of white coats. And it should be simple and, like, clear-cut and not intimidating. And that…that's what the people need to see, right?”

Amber nods seeing Jack’s point as Carina responds, “Okay. But we still need nurses and doctors at our clinic, so who's gonna staff it?”

Jack proposes another idea, “50/50. Compromise. Yeah. Half firefighters, half doctors. And no white coats and no hiding behind the computers and less forms, please. Just less forms.”

The three doctors stand together in front of Jack with Carina speaking for them, “And who's gonna teach you how to do wound care and read urine dipsticks?”

Jack looks stumped by that, “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Um…”

Carina smiles at Jack’s lack of words, “Half and half.”

“I don't know what either of those are. I don't know which one of you specializes in that.” Amber chuckles before strolling Luna away to get the supplies for the clinic together.

That Night

Amber knocks on the door of the station desperate for either Carina or Warren to answer. She left the station an hour ago after helping with the inventory. But then Luna hit the 24-hour mark since she last cried making Amber worried Carina missed something. She knocks on the glass door frantically until Warren answers it with an obvious annoyed face.

Ben opens the door and Amber rushes inside the Luna in the stroller sleeping, “DeLuca who used to be Karev, it’s late shouldn’t you be home reading the little girl a bedtime story so she can go to sleep like you and me are supposed to?”

“Look Carina missed something or something has developed because it’s been 24 hours and Luna still hasn’t cried yet.” Amber says in a panic, “Something is wrong.”

Ben groans in frustration due to his own problems with the custody battle, “Do you want to know why your niece isn’t crying so badly?”

“Yes!”

“It’s because she loves you.” Ben states the obvious stopping Amber short, “You’re a good aunt and great caretaker. She knows she can wander off because you’re there to watch her. She’s so happy she doesn’t feel like crying. Do you want to see her cry?” Ben leans down and lightly pinches Luna’s hand causing her to get fussy and start to cry to Amber’s shock, “There, now she’s crying so please go home.”

Ben walks away from Amber who is now pissed at having a crying baby to deal with because of Warren, “Okay this is gonna get you the creepy uncle status Ben Warren!”

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