#backpacks with laptop compartment

[arctic-fox-australia]

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Adjustable straps and belts offer a secure fit while accommodating a variety of body types.

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[arandomnomad]

On the hunt for a new work backpack to fit the behemoth that is my work laptop - all 17.3" screen size of it.

Backpack #1 - great brand, a bit pricey, not wide enough. Returned.

Bought two more today, so let's see 🤞

[eskein]

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[goxbags]

Premium Business 15.6'' Multiple Compartments 2 Way Use Convertible Laptop Backpack Gox Bag

Laptop backpack has premium design with independent back compartment for laptop up to 15.6" size. Main compartment meets daily carry needs. This smart design allows client to organize all the belongings separately in a reasonable way. Zipper pocket on the top is for small necessaries such as sunglass.

The backpack has the folds in the corners, which ensure not only solid in shape but also enough capacity of the front zip pockets. Padded handle and shoulder strap in air mesh guarantee the breathable and comfort use. Side handle allows to turn it into a suitcase in one second.

Specifications of Laptop Bag

Size

W30xH42xD12cm     W11.8"xH16.5"x4.75"

Material

Polyester

Color

Black

Features of Laptop Bag

Durable and waterproof main material

Two separate compartments

Top and side handles allow two ways carrying

Interior multiple open pockets

Laptop Bag Benefits

Front top pockets for quick access to necessaries such as sunglass

Back independent laptop compartment

Invisible front zip pocket

Converted into a carry bag with side handle design

Breathable air mesh padded on the back and shoulder strap for comfort use.

[zuvihbags]

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[thedegu]

Tag yourself, what you bring when you go out:

Bard: Alongside the necessities, you always bring either a musical instrument and/or a full makeup set. You never know when a party might start! Your bag is either $2 or $200. You make it work either way. Essentials? eh, if they're in there, they're in there.

Barbarian: phone wallet keys. Pants have pockets for a reason. If you're feeling spicy, you'll have a multi tool on your Keychain

Cleric: At LEAST one first aid kit, two lip balms snacks and drinks, bug spray and sunscreen for you freinds who forgot to put it on. Your purse weighs as much as a neutron star, but at least it's cute!

Druid: same as cleric, but you, instead of a purse, use one of those huge reusable grocery bags. More emphasis on snacks than the first aid kit (someone else will probably have that coveted, right?) But you might also have some loose dog treats in the bottom of your bag, so pay attention when snacking.

Fighter: You carry a backpack or over-the-shoulder duffel, but your phone wallet and other essentials are kept in your pockets because it's easier to access. What do you keep in your bag? Well, at least one knife and assorted tools and emergency supplies. You keep on forgetting to put in that first aid kit, but then you'd probably need to take out that 75 piece screwdriver kit, which, tbh is more useful in more situations.

Rainger: Look, you HAVE a bag, or... had one... you just leave it at home more often than you remember it. Look, you don't really need your phone when you're on a hike, right? And the trail mix in your pocket should be enough, too. Or you have a fanny pack that is more akin to a benign tumor. There is no in between.

Rogue: Just.... so many pockets. Like, sewing extra pockets into the inside of your jacket. Like "How did you fit that sub sandwich inside of there" pockets. Like you somehow have all of the tools you need for any reason on your person at any time without a bag amount of pocket. When you're fully suited up, your clothes work as a weighted blanket. It's honestly impressive and slightly terrifying.

Paladin: Like.... a bag?? Over the shoulder with RFID protection. Nothing too fancy either, phone, wallet, keys. Snacks and a small tube of sunscreen and maybe a hand warmer in the winter. Just get the job done, if you need something more you'll take it when you need it.

Wizard: You got the backpack on sale. That's what matters to you. Never mind how it makes your back hurt or that it's falling to pieces. It holds your books and laptop and.... ah, hm, everything else you need. Oh! It does have a cool wallet compartment... just let me... oh, it's so hard to get to give me one second... really, I do have the cash for this coffee. I swear one... oh, there goes my thesaurus.

Warlock: bags are meant as a fashion statement over their utility. Yeah, I can only fit my phone or my wallet in it, but I look good doing it, so what does it matter. Black is always in season, and so are chunky boots and spiked collars. Well it's not like you'll be going out without your freinds, you might as well have them hold your things, they honestly shouldn't trust you with your own credit cards anyway so it's a win-win

Sorcerer: You have one of those electronic bags that fallows you, and you've never looked back. Yes, it might be risky. Yes, taking a full luggage bag everywhere is a bit excessive. But if it does get stolen, the glitter bomb inside will make everything worth it. Hm? Where do you keep essentials? Oh, front pants pocket and brest pocket nbd.

[kayleighwinchester]

Downpour

((It's been a long time coming, but I finally finished another of the drabble drafts I have rattling around for @artyandink's Jensen-a-thon! This one is meant to prelude Rocks and Rom Coms and Long Story, but can certainly be read separately! I present to you: Stanford-Era Dean being the socially-inept, ill-adjusted boy I maintain he would be.))

What would arguably be the most important day of your life, looking back, was an entirely average Monday; it was one that would even count as a bad day.

You went to class – you were running late, and it was only the first week. You had lunch at some overpriced cafe on campus; another several hours of classes that made a headache start to throb at your temples; as rain began to pour down as you walked home, you ducked into the nearest building – a run-down looking gas station that, really, had no business keeping their prices a solid ten cents higher than everywhere else in town – to wait it out.

He was leaning against the counter beside the display of brightly colored lottery adverts and scratch off tickets, brows furrowed as he stared out at the rain, grumbling about how he’d “just waxed the damn car–”, his eyes fixed on a sleek black muscle car safely hidden beside pump three from the sudden downpour. It seemed he was stuck there, just like you were, if his muttering was any indication. His green eyes darted to yours as the bell above the door jingled cheerfully, and the sour expression on his face lightened just a bit. “Kind’a wet out there, huh?” He asked, lips quirking into a lopsided grin as he took in your damp clothes and disheveled hair.

“Usually what happens when it rains,” You quipped, making a bee-line for the line of coolers, grabbing an overpriced bottled iced coffee. You heard him snort out a laugh behind you, and you couldn’t help but grin as well, idly wandering toward the aisles of snacks.

The sound of the rain on the roof was getting louder, not quieter, and the realization struck that, unless you wanted to arrive home entirely soaked to the skin, you were likely going to be stuck there for a while. Grabbing a bag of mini-donuts, you made your way to the register where he was still leaning, arms folded, on the counter, sliding your newly acquired snacks toward the register.

You reached into your pocket, digging for your wallet.

Nothing.

You paused, dropping your backpack down to one elbow, digging through each compartment.

Nothing.

As you wracked your brain to try to locate your missing wallet – and more importantly, your money – it hit you. You’d spent the batter part of the previous evening indulging in a bit of retail therapy, and your wallet was probably still on the coffee table, right next to your laptop. The realization was a welcome one in that you knew where it was, but an incredibly inconvenient one in regards to where it wasn’t.

You looked up at the cashier – a girl a few years younger than you, who was staring at you with a bored, unamused look. “I, uh – I’ll just put those back,” You offered sheepishly.

“I got it.” You startled slightly as the man beside you leaned forward, casting you a wink and another brilliant grin, sliding a ten across the counter. His eyes cut back to you, that million dollar smirk not fading as he offered his hand. “Dean.” He supplied.

“Y/N,” You introduced, before quickly adding, “Look, I left my wallet – I don’t have any way to pay you back.” You slowly took the bag the cashier offered, shaking his hand with your free one.

“‘S fine,” The man – Dean – waved your concern off with a hand. “It was, what, ten bucks tops? ‘S fine.” He flipped briefly through the change he’d gotten back, counting, and – “Yeah. Seven fifty. Not gonna miss it.” He smiled over at you. God, that smile was borderline disarming. “‘Sides, I can think of a few ways for you to pay me back.”

There it was.

You grimaced slightly, and he seemed to realize his misstep, holding up his hands immediately in surrender. “Not what I meant,” He said quickly, a sheepish expression immediately darting across his face – you got the immediate impression that wasn’t a line he’d tried before, nor one he’d actually thought out before he used it.

God, he had no idea how to talk to women, did he? “Alright,” You said slowly, reaching into your bag to fish out the bottled coffee, giving it a few shakes before you opened it. “What did you mean, then?”

“I was just thinkin’ – I dunno. Coffee, maybe? Real coffee, not that,” He cast a stare at your bottle like it had personally offended him somehow. “And – hell, it doesn’t look like ‘s gonna stop rainin’ any time soon. Maybe I could give you a ride home.”

Your first instinct was the logical one – a very firm thank you, but hell no – but the words didn’t come out. Instead, you let your eyes wander over his expression. If you had to guess, he was around your age - give or take a year or two. He didn’t seem threatening. He seemed awkward. Not for the first time, you were reminded of the boys you’d had classes with the last two years – freshly out of high school, full of faux self-confidence and one-liners they’d snagged from suave action heroes that always got the girl.

You glanced out the window at the rain, which seemed to have no intention of slowing – let alone stopping – any time soon. “Weren’t you just complaining that you just waxed your car?” You pointed out, taking a sip of your coffee.

He gave a one-shouldered shrug, leaning his weight against the counter. “S’pposed to give it an hour – she should be fine.”

“She?” You quoted skeptically, earning another sheepish grin. You took another sip of your coffee, glancing down into the bag at the paper bag of mini-donuts, considering your options. Your shoes and socks were already soaked through, squishing uncomfortably as you shifted. You could wait out the rain – which didn't seem like it would stop any time soon – or you could take your chances ending up on some daytime crime show like your mother loved to watch so often.

You glanced back up at him – he'd gotten a scratch off ticket and was slowly working his way over it, one of the quarters from his change gripped between a thumb and finger, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes flitting back up to yours. “Yeah, alright.” You finally conceded. “Any funny business, and I'm tucking and rolling.” You warned.

Dean gave a wide grin, one that sent a flutter of butterflies through you. “Deal. I won't even lock the doors.” He raised one hand – the one still holding the quarter between two fingers – in a teasing promise. “Just let me finish this –...” His face, scrunched up (adorably, though you would never admit as much) in concentration, lit up as he scratched off the remaining few squares of his lottery ticket, one fist pumping briefly in the air. “Score!” He grinned over at you. “What’d’you say we stop for that coffee first?” He asked, proudly holding up the ticket.

He was still grinning ear-to-ear as he held the door open, the bell jingling overhead, before he followed you out into the rain.

[whookami]

I wish there were a way to make Sam Reich read my postings.

The DO store now has these laptop-like binder storage portfolios that you can carry around with you, which is getting closer to what I’m hoping for from Dropout: A cool, roomy, crossbody messenger bag. I seriously need one of these things, and yet all the story has is some pretty basic tote bags. Something which dangles from you shoulder or hands and doesn’t close or have proper compartments.

I literally want a bad I can pack all my D&D materials into for easy transporting while also looking super cool and showcasing my loyalty to D20 with a thematic bag.

I don’t know why it’s taking so long. Messenger bags seem seriously under utilized comepared to tote bags and mini backpacks, and it’s just not fair!

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

dirk gently characters and the types of bags i think theyd own

no reasoning or justification will be given

Dirk: those fjallraven kanken bags. either the yellow or light blue one. he doesnt know how to pronounce the name, but it is his pride and joy. he decorates it with little pins and keychains

Todd: owns one of those bags with all the little sections and pockets. doesnt use the pockets, forgets they exist, and dumps all his shit in one compartment.

Farah: one of those computer backpacks that look like they’re simultaneously from the future and from 1899. its extremely durable and has survived several explosions.

Amanda: those punk-style satchel/tote bags that look badass. she decorated it with patches and it looks very punk.

Ken: a simple, black laptop bag with shoulder straps. its not very convenient when hes running, but it keeps all his stuff safe.

Bart: uses kens bag.

[citadelofmythoughts]

I would never have paid $70 for the Blake backpack but I have to admit, it's a great bag. Love the detachable daypack and the laptop compartment is perfect for my little Chromebook.

[arctic-fox-australia]

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[hoe4fiction]

One Piece x Black Butler crossover (?)

A/N: I have not written on tumblr in ages and thought it was time to start again. This is inspired by this weird dream I had recently; I just really needed to write it down. I have been trying to catch up on One Piece - just finished Water 7 and Enies Lobby- and I also fucking love Black Butler, so I suppose that is what triggered this fever dream. It's 2nd pers POV and total trash but wtv. English is not my first language.

Tags: all platonic, fluff, angst (there's a natural disaster happening in the background), OC ig?

Buckle up it's gonna be confusing as hell.

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Years away in a distant future or just a fucked up different dimension, in a skyscraper-filled city, you're chillin on the couch in your apartment at the very top of a huge building. It's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining and people go about their day unbothered. You're relaxing on the couch watching your favourite show, your mom is cooking some chicken in the open space kitchen, your dad's working on his laptop at the dining table and your younger sister is probably texting her friends. At your feet lays a beautiful black cat, Salem, he's napping comfortably, while your other cat Shaggy - an orange tabby looking like he just got struck by lightning - is trying and failing miserably to distract your mom so he could steal some cut-up chicken. Cuddling into you is Oscar, a grey Irish wolfhound who thinks he's still small enough to climb into your lap.

Suddenly, an emergency broadcast takes over the TV. A reporter in a grey suit is standing in front of a map of the city. "To all citizens, we have gotten reports of a massive influx of water coming from the nearby islands. Powerful waves the size of skyscrapers and huge floods are expected to hit the city this afternoon. We advise all citizens to evacuate immediately to the station port. Stay safe!"

Hurriedly, you get the cats in their carrier, get Oscar's leash and start packing. Just throwing whatever clothes you think you'll need in a suitcase, stuffing another one with books and mangas and taking a small backpack with snacks. With your family, you make your way outside to the rooftop where a car on a rollercoaster track awaits you. After many twists and turns through the city, finally arriving at the station, you meet with your best friend. They're alone, only their adorable golden retriever by their side. As a train station employee takes all your bags, you notice you're suddenly also alone with only your pets. People are embarking on the sea train, an old late Victorian-looking model that can also travel on water. How that is possible, you do not question it.

As you get on, your friend notices that you have next-door compartments. They offer to take the cats and enter their cabin. As you make your way to yours, you notice that Oscar is getting excited, like he can sense someone familiar inside the 6-seater cabin. He looks adorable tippy tapping in front of the door, his tail wagging happily. Smiling, you take off his leash and open the compartment door. Was it your family your dog was so happy to see? Nope. Inside the compartment, opposite each other next to the window, there sits on your left, Sebastian in his usual butler fit and on your right Ciel Phantomhive in a dark blue suit (you know the one). Oscar rushes in and basically throws himself at Sebastian, excitedly slobbering his face in saliva. Sebastian looks distraught and gently tries to get the dog to settle down. Ciel just seems bored out of his mind. You greet them and get Oscar out of the demon's face. He just turns around and tries to nuzzle his little nose into Ciel's legs begging for pats. Begrudgingly, Ciel accepts his fate. You put away your backpack and settle next to Sebastian, while casually having a conversation with the duo. Something about how things have been lately, about Ciel's business, and whatever crazy cases they have had since you last saw them. By now, Oscar has settled down at Ciel's legs and is napping peacefully.

There is a knock on the door and it opens to a giggly Undertaker in a long coat and his silly-looking hat. He's carrying a small leather bag. After greeting each other, he sits down on Ciel's side next to the door and takes off his hat. Sebastian jokes about him potentially packing zombies again. There's another giggle from Undertaker.

In the next-door compartment, your friend is in quite a predicament. They're sitting at the window minding their own business just crocheting some blanket. In front of them, Nami is trying to enjoy a good book while Luffy snacks and rambles on about some weird bug he found earlier. Zoro is sitting next to his captain napping and Sanji is trying to flirt with your friend. It's actually quite pathetic really cuz you're friend is not even listening, they have earphones in. Poor boy.

--time-skip--

Back in your compartment, Ciel has laid down on the bench trying to get some sleep, Sebastian is staring out the window, while you and Undertaker chat and braid each other's hair.

In your friend's compartment, Luffy has finally fallen asleep, and Nami is still trying to enjoy her book. Your friend is also asleep. Shaggy (the orange cat) is lazying about inside their carrier. Salem is discreetly trying to get the cage door open.

--another time-skip--

Rain started pouring outside. The train is steadily approaching the port where it's gonna switch to travelling on water for the last half of the journey. You have fallen asleep, head in Sebastian's lap as he is absentmindedly playing with your hair (very out of character of him lol). The Undertaker moved back to his spot and is hunched over with his head on the wall next to the door snoozing away.

The train rattles for a second. As a result, Sanji accidentally kicks Zoro awake and they start fighting. Salem has managed to get out of the cage and has made his way out of the compartment without being noticed (smart af cat). He climbs next to you and just threateningly stares at Sebastian. The cat's eyes get this weird glint for a second, Sebastian's eyes shining red in retaliation. Then the cat just casually nuzzles next to your head.

Shouting from the other cabin wakes you up. There's a loud crash in the hall and Salem slips away and climbs on Undertaker's lap to continue their nap. The door opens to a red-faced Sanji and a disgruntled Zoro. "Nami kicked us out..." Sanji introduces himself and Zoro to the butler and sits down next to you. Zoro grumbles annoyed and goes to enter the cabin but gets stuck in the doorway because of his swords. After fumbling about for like a good minute, he eventually sits across from you in between a now sleeping sitting-up Ciel and a cat-cuddling Undertaker. He mumbles something and goes back to his nap. Sanji curses him softly in French and then moves his attention to you and the others. He pulls out his cigarette and lighter. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it ok if I smoke here?" Sebastian goes to answer but you beat him to it. "No actually. Sorry. The kid's got asthma." Sanji nods and puts away his cigarette. Casual conversation ensues.

--time-skip--

Officially having begun travelling on the ocean, everyone decides to stretch their legs a bit and move to the dining car for some lunch. The storm has picked up outside. Everyone sits at this huge booth next to the window, Luffy stuffing his face as usual, Zoro and Nami sharing a drink and the Black Butler trio sipping some tea. It's quite a weird scene. Seeing 2 people dressed in normal everyday clothes, 4 pirates and 3 Victorian gentlemen. Despite the weirdness, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Outside, in the distance, you spot the Sunny sailing in the same direction.

Out of nowhere, there is a loud boom. The car rocks violently and lights start flickering. Everything goes black...

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And that's when I woke up...

This was probably one of the weirdest but also most vivid of my dreams as of late. If you got through to the end, thank you for reading this nonsensical wild ride. Who knows, maybe this whole thing will get me to start actually writing again.

Stay safe out there!

[matchibee]

A Web of Their Own Design (pt. 2)

I’m not spoiling anything, nope. Not me. (Not proofread)

A backpack clad in a cacophony of compartments weighed heavy on your back, trudging through the halls of Newer York’s most prestigious university.

The only university that allowed you access to your job.

I suppose that amounts to something.

The final stretch, the finish line. Soon enough you’d be out in the world, a fledgling taking first flight.

What would happen then? You couldn’t possibly pursue this life forever, could you? Eventually the sleepless lights would manifest into something more sinister, fighting against you as you fought to abolish crime. Your body would age, slowly, but noticeably. Would you be capable of protecting the people while knitting webs in the retirement home?

You shook the thought from your head, running your fingers through your scalp, tapping your foot with impatience as you awaited the call of your name — a morning coffee, a pick me up. Not that tackling a bank robber on your way to the subway station wasn’t exhilarating enough.

Soon enough, you order was called, a student like yourself handing over the mug with a soft smile — a forced one, no doubt. Who wants to work? In this economy?

Thanking her, you tapped at your phone to check the time. A few minutes to spare, your class the building adjacent to the coffee shop, a stroke of luck in the most unfortunate times.

Your name was called, you cringed, not keen on the impending scolding you’d receive, the halls whispering prayers.

After all, you’d ditched karaoke to fight a villain you’d never encountered before.

They kept glitching in a rainbow of colors you’d never believed the eyes capable of beholding, insisting they were in the wrong universe, a portal swallowing them and spitting them out in a foreign realm.

An entire nut, case intact.

You’d defeated them, thankfully, but found at the conclusion of your battle they’d entirely disappeared, not a trace left to remain. Was that even possible?

“Aubrey… what’s up?” Your finger tapped against the rim of your coffee in a beat of your own design, nervous smile on full display without the majesty of your mask.

“What’s up?” Her voice was laced with vines, on edge. “You totally ditched us and all you have to say is what’s up?” The pink ribbon fashioned in her hair and bubblegum dress ceasing mid-calf did nothing to deter the terror she exude. “You totally missed Alador’s solo! He went all out, y’know.”

Alador, a restless Biochemistry major, stood behind Aubrey —the resident Pre-Law student on her way to Law School come next Fall.

“You sang a solo?” You were astonished, looking to Alador with disbelief, a man of little words typically unwilling to perform such a task.

He mumbled something under his breath, your neck craning to listen, asking him to repeat himself one too many times.

“Aubrey said if I didn’t she’d hide my monitor again.”

“…Again?”

Aubrey looked to you with a satisfied smirk on her lips, not an ounce of shame. “Last time we went to the arcade he didn’t want to win me a stuffed Panda! I mean, who does that?! Worst friend ever…”

Sometimes you could understand why the dwindling generations of the past were worried for the imminent rise of your own generation.

“And because he didn’t win you the Panda… You hid his monitor?”

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I took the actual PC! If it was such a nuisance he could’ve hooked everything up to his laptop, I made sure of it!”

Alex whispered under his breath, as he always did, “At the expense of my frame rate.”

The two broke into an argument. Well, more like Aubrey bullying Alador into submission. A lighthearted exchange, one that’d occurred since the beginning of high school, lifelong friends bonding over the lack of brain cells dominating the student body.

You looked to your watch, class beginning in a matter of moments, taking the opportunity to slip away without a word.

“I’m not done with you!”

Maybe not.

“I know you’ve been like this since we were kids, jumpy and always on the run, but don’t you get tired of it?”

Whoa. You hadn’t had nearly enough coffee to process her psychoanalysis this early — you checked your watch — in the afternoon.

Shit. Class was starting.

“Aubrey, listen. I have class right now and I really—“

“You’re the star student, as always. You can listen to me for a few minutes.”

You conceded. Less out of compliance and more out of sheer terror. Only someone as headstrong as Aubrey was capable of bringing an arachnid vigilant to their knees.

“It feels like we’re seeing you less and less. We don’t have much time together before graduation, before we’ll definitely hardly see each other. Doesn’t that scare you?”

A prickle itched at your throat, burning with bile. It did, the entire situation terrified you, pained you with every waking moment. There wasn’t a day that went by you didn’t feel for your friends, a day that went by you didn’t regret how you’d last left your family.

How you yearned to tell them, to tell everyone.

You just couldn’t. Not if you loved them as much as you convinced yourself you did.

“I know I haven’t been the best friend to you guys but…” The confession was on the tip of your tongue, grip on your coffee unrelenting.

A crash.

Screams echoing down the hall, students rushing to get away as papers flew haphazardly behind them, foregoing assignments that’d likely kept them up all evening.

“What’s happening?” You called out to a passing student, their scream bursting your eardrums as they gestured down the hall.

A man dressed to the nines in a velvety green pantsuit trudged down the hall, mechanical tentacles clacking against the floor, uplifting polished marble flecked in gold.

Doc Ock.

Except, this looked nothing like the Doctor you’d fought previously. No, this man was far more distinguished, refined. Well into his years and wearing them well.

Your Doc Ock was nothing more than a child with an inattentive father and mommy issues on his sleeve, seeking validation wherever it could be found.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of a Peter Parker?” He was looking to Alador, entirely disregarding yours and Aubrey’s presence.

Alador shrugged his shoulders, adjusting his glasses before producing a book from seemingly thin air.

The Doctor’s kindhearted smile dwindled, “Then you’re of no use to me.” He swatted Alador away, your friend landing against the wall with a thud, wind knocked out of him and consciousness faltered. Aubrey rushed to his side, calling out to you, begging for your response.

Doc Ock traveled further down the hall, upheaving students in his path, uncaring for anyone except… Peter Parker?

His parents must’ve had a thing for alliteration.

You broke out into a sprint, traveling down the halls, maneuvering past students. “I’m gonna get help!” You called out to Aubrey.

No matter how badly you wanted to stay, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, hands bunched into fists.

You just couldn’t, not when everything seemed to fight against you.

Slipping into an abandoned classroom you were surprised, given professors cancel class anytime except important matters — Hungover? Exam next week! Space-Time Continuum collapsing? Don’t forget to turn in that essay at 11:59!

It proved a tedious task to change into your suit, opting to wear it under your clothes most days, the chilly weather forgiving.

Summer, not so much.

You kicked open the classroom door, webbing one of the man’s mechanical tendrils just before it could find purchase amongst another victim, he glitched, a pain ripping through his core, web falling through. You webbed him again, double, triple the amount.

“What’s up, Doc! Been a minute since we last fought.”

He scoffed, “You’re not Peter Parker.”

“Peter can’t come to the phone right now, but I’m happy to take your call.”

A tendril made its home against your chest, enhanced strength paling in comparison to the machinery, but you made it work. Freeing yourself from its clutches you sent webs it’s way, thoroughly coating it before moving on to the next, rendering them useless with every thwip of web. Two down.

“I thought doctors were supposed to help people — prescribe antibiotics, suggest some rest.”

Your quips were doing nothing more than fanning the flames of his anger, Doc Ock seething with rage. “I’m not that kind of doctor!”

“My bad! Thought you’d be able to help me with this raging headache I’ve been having.”

You thwipped another tendril in the midst of Doc Ock’s frustrations, useless. Three down.

This was too easy.

“I don’t know what happened to Peter Parker, but if you’ve taken his place, I’ll kill you all the same.”

Crash.

Out the window your bodies tumbled, the asphalt there to break your fall, back feeling as though it’d been shattered in a million different place. You strained to move, lifting your arm to produce a web in the man’s face, a move that should’ve been attempted sooner. Your body too weak, movement too slow, Doc Ock pushed your arms to the floor, slowly crushing them with his mechanical majesty.

“I want you to suffer in your last moments,” He pressed down, a groan hiding behind your teeth, Doc Ock far from satisfied. “I wish to hear your screams, the cries of the people, as their beloved Spider expires.”

No matter how hard you fought you were no match for his strength, straining to sit up, to do anything. It was futile, entirely. And suddenly you wished you’d revealed your secret identity to your loved ones, after all. At least then they’d know peace.

But at least this way, they were safe.

Pressing the back of your head to the asphalt, the screams of the people fading into nothingness, you decided it was your time to hang up the mask.

You’d been in this business since your first year of High School, a freshman bitten by a radioactive spider, forced to navigate puberty and the life of an arachnid vigilante. So many years, too many years of fighting for the people, being their savior when it felt nobody was there to save you.

Perhaps there wasn’t, never would, and as much as the thought plagued you, it also allowed you a moments rest.

The rev of a motorcycle, gasps from the crowd, the blur of your vision suddenly less persistent. The pressure of Doc Ock’s many tendrils had lifted from your chest, air rushing to your lungs.

“You alive down there?” A heavily accented voice, someone whose costume appeared just like yours except… flickering? Constantly in a state of perpetual color change?

Your spider senses tingled, mind overwhelmed with his presence, multiple presences. So different, so unique. Yet entirely the same.

“I’m…”

“Look out!” A motorcycle decorated in bright hues zipped past you, a woman with hair you envied greatly throwing you onto the back of the bike, the character from earlier hot on your tail. “You alright, kid?”

“Confused, but I’m breathing.” Were these Spider-People?

The Spider decorated in spikes spoke up through the whir of the cycle, “That’s all we can hope for, yeah?”

You nodded, looking around for Doc Ock, blob of green a generous ways down the road, the motorcycle heading straight for it. You stood up on the seat of the bike, fellow passenger and driver speaking words of warning, their caution taken with a grain of salt.

Something about their presence empowered you, made you feel invincible despite the burn of your back, a possible breakage persisting somewhere.

When you were in range you hopped off, gasps and hollers following the movement, limbs tingling with the urge — no, the need — to unleash your webs.

Doc Ock hadn’t a moment to register your presence, caught up in battling a spider-man with webs akin to the hue of a flame, muscles built high as he towered the citizens littering the streets.

I mean, seriously, didn’t people know how to run?

“Thanks for the help with the not-so-doctor Doctor!” You stood in a crouched position atop one of Doc Ock’s tendrils, the spider-man looking to you without a word, nodding his head.

Tough crowd.

You hopped down, side to side with the spider-man, the height difference even more shocking up-close. Your webs thwipped from the mechanism you’d designed the summer preceding your sophomore year, webs more controlled, precision calculated. It was far easier than the initial prototype, and despite its age, you’d hardly tweaked it.

Doc Ock came down with a crash from your joint effort, weight imprinted in the street, a damage tax payers weren’t keen on beholding.

Being a hero had never been so easy, joint support, everyone pulling their weight. It was as though you hadn’t even tried, elated as a burden was thrusted from your shoulders.

A cage of crimson encased Doc Ock, a team emerging from a portal of the same hue, dragging him away, ignoring his hollers, glitching as he shouted his final words — “Peter Parker!”

Some of these villains had serious codependency issues.

“Thanks for the assist,” You turned to the spider at your side, Spikes. “Didn’t know there was more of me, of us.”

“There’s an infinite number of us, you’ll find.”

“No way!” You tingled with delight, unable to contain the joy you felt. “Where have you guys been this entire time?”

“We’re part of a—“

Spikes was waved off by a blue and red hand, the muscular spider from earlier, stoic as ever, regarding you with hardly a word. “Follow me.”

“At least take me to dinner first.”

The woman, who you observed to be heavily pregnant, and Spikes laughed at the remark, Spike clutching at his stomach as the woman coughed into a fist.

“I don’t have time for jokes,” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Your universe is one of many experiencing inter-dimensional anomalies.”

“Anomalies? Is that why they were glitching?”

The man turned to the woman, back rigid, “They?”

She raised her arms in mock defense, “You never asked.”

“I shouldn’t have to—!“ He groaned, cutting himself off as he pinched the bridge of his nose through the mask. “You’d be making this a whole lot easier if you’d come with us.”

You contemplated a few seconds, hands crossed over your chest, tapping your foot against the pavement. Your mind suddenly fluttered to Alador and Aubrey, whether or not they’d gathered medical attention, what his condition was.

“I really shouldn’t, I—“ The portal was steadily closing as Spikes and Spider-Lady fell through, leaving you on your lonesome with Spider-Dude.

“You really don’t have much of a choice.”

He was right. If these things, these… Anomalies, kept trickling into your universe, there was no telling what consequences would follow.

To protect Aubrey, to protect Alador. To protect your family and the people of your universe, you had to get to the bottom of this.

One foot in front of the other, heart wrenching, you stepped through the portal. But not before one final question, a few words to seal your fate.

“What’s your name?”

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara.”

[aufgrundlagedeinerlikes]

Give me the what's in your bag

OKAY!!!

biggest part of the backpack first: my laptop ofc, a trusted college block, my planner, a folder holding... various papers I might need and a calculator, the we have my old (like... beaten to hell and back but I still need it for re-studying) latin book rn and the matching grammar booklet and a hot wheels coloring book. (my friends have princess and a farm one (it's to destress or something)), also a coffee cup (used for water and monster exclusively) and a umbrella

now onto my pens... number 1. my main pencil case (which... yeah has seen better days and is stained on the inside) it has: various fineliners, a shit tone of ink, several little papers, 1 marker, 1 glitter pen, my fountain pen, hand lotion, lip balm, a nail file, and 1 pair of scissors... and a small hole maker thing. I also own 3 triangle ruler things (Geodreiecke halt idk den englischen Namen)

now for the interesting part: my trinkets: a Lewis Hamilton trading card, a pride flag sticker, exactly 5 can taps, a little rubber duck, and 10 cents

next part: dino pen thing: which holds the rest of my pens and a pair of really stylish horse scissors

the middle compartment only holds my lunch lol that would only be 1 cereal bar rn I eated the rest :]

and the smallest compartment holds the usual things: painkillers, pads, wipes for my glasses, ear plugs, various animal themed bandaids since I am clumsy as hell and also silly, nose spray, my wallet (KTM lol), gum, deodorant, lipstick and mascara!!!!

[octuscle]

Hey I heard you got the suitcases? I lost mine going to Stansted, would appreciate if you could return it.

Pretty nondescript little case you got there. Inconspicuous. Just like you in your inconspicuous suit with the inconspicuous haircut. Unfortunately, the suitcase is locked. But you take it with you. And you go to the airport station to take the Stansted Express back to London.

Damn, you're on the wrong train. This is the train to Birmingham. The next stop is not for half an hour in Cambridge. Shit, that completely messes up your whole day's schedule. You want to take your laptop out of your laptop bag. A cool can of beer catches your eye. It is just 10:00 o'clock. And you have no idea where this can came from. But it's just the right thing to do! No matter how piqued the other people in the compartment look. You somehow don't feel like working anymore. You enjoy the beer, put on the headphones and listen to music. Even if the music gets louder and louder, you eventually fall asleep. And you wake up when the beer can tips over and the remaining warm beer runs down your shirt and pants. Damn! And you've missed Cambridge, too. How long have you been asleep? The next stop is already Leicester. You take your backpack, sleeping bag and cool bag with the beer and jump off the train before you land in Birmingham.

It's pretty crowded at the station. There are a few other fellows with backpacks and coolers. Everyone is streaming towards the train to Sheffield. You still have your headphones on. Obviously, Sepultura's music is pounding so loudly that the guy next to you can hear it. He starts headbanging. You join in. You sit down in the same compartment on the train, open a beer and listen to the music straight from your cell phone. The other passengers hate you, in doubt, because your T-shirt and jeans are still wet and stink of beer.

Last change to Bloodstock Open Air is in Derby. From there it's only a stone's throw to Burton-on-Trent. And there you join the caravan of other festival-goers. You turn up the music on your boombox. Fuck, yeah! It's going to be a great three days. All you have to do is find a supermarket. You're out of beer again. And hopefully you'll be sober enough to set up your tent.

When you crawl out of the freshly pitched tent, you are probably clean for the last time for the next few days. The next days will be an orgy of mud, beer and sweat. And loud, honest music. You can hardly wait for the first act. One more sip of beer and off to the Ronnie James Dio Stage!

Thank you, @beautifulmtalheadss-blog, for a cool inspiration!

[anwiel13]

The Rammstein festival backpack in the "Reise Reise" design with multiple functions:

two large side pockets

large patch front pocket with included poncho

bottom with straps for attaching sleeping mats or sleeping bags

detachable hip belt with pocket – can also be used as a single fanny pack

lid compartment with additional document pocket outside and inside

foldable comfortable seat mat (approx. 39 x 30 cm)

key ring with carabiner

practical rain cover for the backpack

large laundry net with cord stopper

padded back section with laptop compartment in the back

dimensions: approx. 60 x 30 x 20 cm; approx. 40 l volume

material: 100% polyester