#but then this fucking goy comes in at random

[jewishbarbies]

it’s really fucking annoying when goyim come in halfway to a conversation between jews and start bitching about what we should be talking about instead. like, you’re seriously going to come on to a thread of jews talking about the antisemitism in the way people use Israel’s right of return policy to delegitimize Israelis’ indigeneity and all the other countries that do it but don’t get criticized despite their own histories of colonization, just to go “ummm acktually you should be talking about how the right of return is used to colonize palestine”. get out. get the fuck out. this is why jews don’t feel comfortable having conversations about these kinds of gray topics with goyim, because all you’ll do is intentionally misread the room and shout your moot point from the rooftops like you’re a hero and then whine and cry when it’s not taken well, not to mention you won’t even look into the people already participating and find out what they think BEFORE you assume everyone talking is just an evil zionist colonizer nazi. stay the fuck out of jewish conversations and unpack your fucking antisemitism.

[bisexualamy]

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[aakeysmash]

prompt:

reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high

content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but there’s no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad… someone PLS be my sukuna

“So, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?” Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.

“Yup,” you answer, popping the p. “Can I just have a quick shower while you’re gone?”

“Uhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,” your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.

You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment you’ve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.

“Big bro said sure,” comes Yuuji’s voice from the end of the staircase.

“I did in fact not say that,” growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but that’s a topic for another time.

“I didn’t ask you to join me, big boy,” you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.

“Yuu, if you aren’t fast enough you’re not going to find her corpse when you get back,” he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.

“Make sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,” he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.

“You have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.”

You’re scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. You’re annoyed, because now you’re forced to listen to Sukuna’s ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that he’s blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. You’re on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didn’t wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.

“Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes or you’ll fall… fuck, it hurts so bad,” you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. It’s not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so you’ve learned to open your eyes only when you physically can’t function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.

You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?

"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.

"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.

"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.

There’s a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.

"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldn’t have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.

You gape at him. He's cute. “You look funny,” you say, poking his cheek. He’s so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.

“Why am I here?” You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.

“You fell in the bathroom,” he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. “Don’t want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.” You just hum.

“I caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldn’t back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,” he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.

Silence engulfs the both of you, and you don’t know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. It’s probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of “I’d like to thank your gym membership for this,” but instead the words that leave your mouth are-

“I’d like you to be my husband.”

His eyes snap to your widening ones. “Wait that wasn’t what-“

“Huh?” He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.

“No, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you aren’t attractive! You’re super hot! But that’s not- oh god,” you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how you’re just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.

Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. It’s definitely the morphine, there’s no way Sukuna is actually laughing.

“Yes, I’m laughing, doll,” he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You cringe.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” he responds, smirking. You groan.

“Take me out to dinner first, damn,” he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.

“You’d come? I mean, if I asked you out.”

“Well, if you’re paying,” he responds, shrugging. That’s still a yes, isn’t it?

He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You can’t contain the urge to poke the muscle.

“Stop touching me like I’m made of play dough, doll,” he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.

“Would you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?” you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. “Don’t show off,” you mumble.

“You’re even weirder when you’re drugged,” he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didn’t know him, you’d piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.

“But would you or would you not?” You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.

“Yeah doll, I would.”

[velocesainz]

Can you do a fic where the reader works for Ferrari and has been friends with Charles for a long time, and recently Charles and the reader have a friends with benefits thing going on, but the reader is actually in love with him. Then when Lewis moves to Ferrari, he takes an interest in the reader, the reader decides to give him a shot and stops the situationship with Charles and he realises he doesn't want to let her go.

A/n: This request is literally sooo good also I changed the idea slightly I hope you don't mind, enjoy!

But what about us?

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Summary: reader and Charles are childhood best friends and she works at Ferrari and has an interesting situationship with Charles. When Lewis joins Ferrari he is bewitched by reader and starts developing a strong bond with her but what will happen to Charles and reader?

Warnings: cursing? Mentions of sex, mdni

Pairing: Charles x reader; Lewis x reader

Reader pov:

After another night in with Charles I went back to my apartment to get ready for work.

Me and Charles have been friends from when we were in diapers

A drunken accident a few months ago changed our dynamic turning us into friends with benefits.

It really hurts constantly refer to Charles as my best friend

The truth is I’ve been in love with him for quite a few years at this point but I know he will never see as anything more than his best friend or fuck buddy

I got dressed and headed to the headquarters in Maranello, there was a welcoming meeting for Lewis Hamilton

Lewis was someone who always left me in awe, I admired Lewis so much and to be able to work with him as his race engineer seems like an absolute dream

When I got there the place was already jam packed with people- sponsors, mechanics, managers pretty much the entire Ferrari team was here to welcome him today

“Ah there you are y/n!” I turned around to be met with Fred who was closely followed by Lewis Hamilton himself

“Lewis this is y/n, she will be your race engineer for the coming season. Don’t worry she is one of the absolute best on the entire grid” he said introducing me to Lewis

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet my talented and beautiful race engineer” he said to me adding a wink causing me to blush

THE Lewis Hamilton was flirting with me

Oh god I could pass away right now.

"I'll let you two get acquainted with each other. Y/n make sure he knows all of your weird short signal things" Fred told us and disappeared into the crowd

"Lets go somewhere less crowded." Lewis said to me as he grabbed my hand and led me to an empty room

I felt my heart race as he closed the door and he sat me down in one of the chairs are we started talking

What felt like minutes took hours. We talked and talked about nearly everything, we were in our own world until my phone rang bringing us to the real world.

I looked at the caller id, it was Charles.

I picked up the call and was met with shouting on the other end

"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU? DID YOU LEAVE OR SOMETHING I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! I COULDN'T FIND YOU ANYWHERE AND NOBODY KNEW WHERE YOU WENT. ARE YOU OK??"

"Charles I'm fine don't worry, I'm in the conference room 002 with Lewis."

"Lewis? Why were guys in a random conference room? There's no meeting today, Fred is here mingling with everyone"

"Cha Fred told us to get familiar with each other and we couldn't really hear anything outside. You can go home if you wish, my car is with me"

Charles didn't reply and just cut the call

Me and Lewis went straight back to talking and soon enough it was time for us to leave. From next week onwards new season prep would be in full swing.

"I had a really great time with you y/n, I was wondering if I could have your number so we can talk over strategies?" Lewis asked me as we both headed out to our cars.

I blushed and typed in my phone number into his phone and we both went our separate ways

Time skip to Bahrain gp:

We were 3 races deep into the new 2025 season and me and Lewis have become closer than ever and we were going over some strategies in his drivers room in peace.

My mind doesn't go over to Charles as much anymore, Lewis's company really makes it hard to focus on anyone else.

"And that's it. What do you think?" I asked Lewis after going over the latest strategy I came up with.

"It looks really good, I think we'll do this one instead of the first one" He told me and I nodded at him and got up to leave the room to get everything ready for today's race.

"Hey y/n/n could I ask you something?" he asked as I was about to open the door

I stopped and turned to look at him and tilted my head in slight confusion but signalled him to continue

"Would you like to go out to dinner after today's race, l-like a date?"

I blushed a deep shade of red but my mind thought about the situation between me and Charles.

It was clear that he didn't like me back and I felt it was about time for me to move on from him

"The race ends at like 1 Lew, you will be too tired. Tell you what, if you place on the podium today I'll go out with you for lunch. Like a date."

I told him and went out the door but put my ear against the door to hear his cute celebration of "Yes, yes, yes! Finallllllyyyyyy!!"

After the race:

I couldn't believe it. Not only had Lewis got onto the podium, he got onto the top step of it.

It was his first race win in 3 years and his first race win with Ferrari and everyone was surrounding him congratulating him on his wonderful performance until he came up to me

"I'll be at your place at 12, dress nicely. Also thank you for you amazing strategies" he gave me a kiss on the cheek and left leaving me speechless and frozen in place

Charles pov:

I saw everybody celebrating Lewis's but I couldn't help but feel left out. I had DNF'd and I had no one to comfort me.

I knew y/n was the only person who could make me feel better in this situation so I head out to find her only to find her talking to Lewis who kissed her and left for the cooldown room.

She was standing there blushing a ferrari red with a stupidly cute grin on her face.

I felt my world crumble further. First my team started caring about my teammate more than me and now my best friend and my long time crush was in love with him and not me.

The only way we had spent time with each other the past few weeks was when my dick was buried deep inside her but I have a feeling that we won't be able to do that much more now.

I walked back to my drivers room and let out all my emotions sobbing into my hands. Y/n had just sent me a text saying we should stop the friends with benefits we had going on.

Why had the world been so cruel to me? The only support I had left was now also gone.

Time skip:

I texted Y/n for the first time in weeks wanting to hear so desperately from her. I needed to tell her how I felt regardless of how her Lewis were doing.

A/n: Hello lovelies! I'm so so so sorry for being so inactive recently. I promise there will be more fics in the near future. As always make sure to let me know your feedback. Also make sure to comment to be part of the taglist! Kissies ✨

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Johnny Cage x Celebrity Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tonight's walk with your celebrity peer was supposed to calm you after the shitshow of an interview you had as a guest on a television host show.

Maybe the walk wasn't helping because the flickering street annoyed your senses. Or you could see the stars to a bare minimum due to light pollution.

This area is where famous or rich people commonly reside, so it's what you indirectly asked for.

"I don't get why you're surprised, Y/n. Her last name literally is a few letters off from spelling 'Degenerate'. I told you she was going to ask questions like those." Your beloved doucebag friend tries to console you. You didn't know if he was even making it worse.

"Okay, I know what you said before, Cage! I wasn't actually expecting her to just- I don't know- blurt out my personal business and try to put me on the spot." You glared at him.

"Did you not watch when Swift was-"

"Let's not talk about that." You cut him off and kept walking down the street with him, trying to brush off the embarrassment and anger.

After a brief moment of silence, Johnny sighs. "Honestly, don't take what she said to heart. Coming from me, you're amazing!"

Getting a genuine compliment from the famous actor Johnny Cage was something many can't achieve.

"Coming from you, I guess that makes me feel better." You smile a bit. "Anyways, how is the set on Ninja Mime goi-"

"Are you Y/n L/n?!" Both of you hear someone scream ahead. So much for a quiet night walk...

There stood some guy who looked around your age, looking very surprised to see you. Only you, he didn't seem to acknowledge Cage.

"Oh, erm, good evening!" You offered a shy smile. Still becoming a growing celebrity, you weren't quite use to interacting with fans. Despite being on stage a few times, but it's partially different.

The fan ran to you, making you tense up in alert, but he only extended out a hand.

To you, it wasn't a big deal to give a fan a simple handshake, not until he said something unnecessarily random.

"Wow, you looked a lot slimmer in your photos."

It just didn't click until you noticed him looking you up and down which made you pretty uncomfortable.

And that comment alone made Johnny take his sunglasses off to eye the boy in a disgusted manner. Unfortunately, it didn't end there.

Retrieving your hand away and brushing it on your clothes, you let out a fake laugh before you and Johnny moved along past.

"Well, nice to meet you. I wish you a goodnight." You politely dismissed.

The fan frowned just before speeding in front of you. "Wait! Can I maybe get your phone number? Or you can follow me on my social media! I pretty much have everything you got-"

"Ohh, no thanks! Sweet of you, but I'm okay!" You smile wider, getting more uncomfortable to the point you reached for your friend's hand for comfort or perhaps help.

"But-"

"Hey, buddy, she said no! Go back to your room and jerk it!" Johnny snapped, pulling you behind him to be protective.

The fan didn't take lightly to the confrontation. "I wasn't talking to you! Your movies fucking suck!"

You grimaced, knowing that one was a strike to Johnny's ego. You butt in before it escalates further.

"If I take a picture with you, would you be happy with that?" You asked the obsessed male, patting Johnny so he moves out your way. He still kept an irritated glare on the boy.

"Sure, I'd like that. But can I still get your-"

Johnny pulls you away before the boy finishes his greedy requests. "Lesson thirty-six, you offer a fan one thing, you give them EVERYTHING."

Before you even replied, the fan tries grabbing you back which made you panic.

Letting out a yelp, Johnny was alerted and did not hesitate to punch the creep. The delivered hit caused the fan to fall on the concrete, a little red fluid leaking from his nose and covering a bit of his teeth.

"You don't ever touch her! I don't care if you're her biggest fan!" Cage scolded loudly at the fan who seemed pretty knocked out after that single hit.

You let out a relieved sigh. You didn't exactly want the fan to get hurt, but no matter now, he's going to leave you alone now.

"Come on, we'll get you back to your condo." Johnny calmly tells you, wrapping an arm around you and escorting you away.

For a douchebag, he was a pretty loveable friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Request for you to write that picnic thing from our dms

AHAHAHAHAH i've been waiting for this moment *cracks knuckles*

strawberry kisses

warnings: adorable fluff, reader called "woman",

musician!bur x fem!reader

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Yes, I was indeed in love with William Gold. I mean, what can I say. He's kind, incredibly funny and talented, and very pretty. His brown, fluffy hair basically shines in the stage lights, and don't even get me started on his mesmerizing eyes. I don't think it's possible for anyone to hate him. Even the first second I met him on stream, I knew in a matter of seconds we would be strong friends. Soulmates, you could say.

It was about 4 pm, and Lovejoy had just finished a late afternoon show in Brighton. They absolutely killed the performance, and the audience adored them. Wilbur, the rest of Lovejoy, the other Sorry boys and I decided to go to a relaxing strawberry field to wind down a bit. The sweet aroma of strawberries and fresh cut grass overwhelmed me. Wilbur, Ranboo and Tommy walked next to me.

"I haven't been to a strawberry field since I was a kid. Really brings back memories." Ranboo sighed, looking around at his surrondings.

I smiled in response. "I bet the strawberries back near your childhood home are much better than the strawberries here. English strawberries are usually pretty shit."

The boys laughed at my comment. Tommy punched my shoulder. "Y/n! Stop being a mean woman and calling out your homelands! Long live England!" Tommy exaggerated. We laughed even harder and kept walking across the wet soil beneath us.

I looked over at the quiet Wilbur, as he dazed off looking in the distance. I bit my lip, and I playfully hit him in the arm. "Will, what's going on with you? You're awfully quiet." Tommy nodded at my statement.

It looked as if Wilbur was knocked back to his reality and senses. "U-uh yeah, I'm just thinking. About something." he winced.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright..."

Ranboo and Tommy quickly changed the subject, talking about recent games they've enjoyed playing on stream. I still couldn't get a grasp on why Wilbur was acting so weird, but I kept it to myself. I probably was just overreacting!

We walked for a bit more, talking about random things, when suddenly Phil called Ranboo and Tommy over to come check something out with Charlie about 6 fields over. They both ran over, jumping over strawberry plants as Wilbur and I laugh at them trying not to step on any growing strawberry flowers.

Will and I continued to walk more, when Will suddenly stopped in his tracks and exhaled deeply. I looked back at him. "Will, is everything alright-"

I was interrupted by Will speaking up softly. "Y/n, love, can we stop for a moment? I need to tell you something."

I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach at the nickname. "U-uh yeah, of course! What's up?" I said, coming closer to him.

"I think I'm in fucking love with you, y/n. I can't help but admire you. I love everything about you. Your face, your lips, your smile, your hands, fucking. everything. You're perfect to me, and I've wanted to say this to you for a while. If you don't like me back, that's okay, but I needed for you to know." Wilbur rushed out his words, but every single thing he said felt like heaven to my ears. I've been waiting for those words for who knows how long.

"Kiss me." I stated.

Will's eyes widened in surprise at my words. "W-what?"

"Kiss me." I repeated.

Will's pretty lips slightly parted, and his face leaned a bit closer to mine, leaving hardly an inch for me to change my mind. "Are you sure about this?" Wilbur whispered.

I closed the gap between us in response, pressing my lips against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt Will smile into the kiss and then pull away, catching our breaths.

"I've never felt like such a teenager." I said, Will laughing in response.

Suddenly, we heard whispering from the field next to us, and saw Tommy staring at us in disgust. My eyes widened, knowing what was going to happen next was going to be certainly interesting.

"PHIL! Y/N AND WILL FUCKING KISSED!" Tommy yelled back to Phil and the rest of the group.

"Cool, I guess- WAIT, WHAT?" Ran yelled back.

Uh oh.

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tee hee this is so cute omg

[eye-in-hand]

So I haven't had a problem engaging in fandom spaces as a Jew (not saying I don't believe Jews who have, because I 100% do - I just engage in really small fandoms) until last night in a discord server we were talking about Tara Strong and why she's a shit voice actor - and insert person coming along saying they don't like her for "bad reasons [they] won't say here" and they kept saying that until I finally took the bait and asked to DM because I was curious about what that reason was.

Here they come into my DMs all because she supports Israel and anyone who supports genocide is scum.

So I was like. Oh well sorry I asked because I'm a Jew who supports a two state solution. (Didn't mention how whats happening isn't genocide because I didn't feel like getting into it)

And they're like oh no you're fine

Not knowing what to say and just in general being fucking flabbergasted I just blocked them as they were typing what I can only assume was an explanation on why I'm a good jew while x jews/Israel supporters (of which I am one lmfao) are scum.

Not going to stick around and have some random goy place x value and worth on my Jewishness, thanks. The only one who gets to judge my jewish identity is my sponsering Rabbi.

Didn't want to leave the server we were both in, the fandom is small af but I just lmfaO. Yeah.

Now I don't know Tara Strong's political views and tbh I dont fucking care because I can't stand her work, but:

Believing that Jews have a right to exist in in their native land, and believing that they have a right to self determination and safety of at least one fucking government that won't turn on them for being Jews does not equal supporting genocide or the notion that Palestinians don't deserve the same. It is not a moral failing. And goyim don't determine who is and isn't a [good/bad] jew.

[grapecaseschoices]

1 and 3 for the fanfic questions?

Really good OC a writer has come up with

I had read this wrong and thought this was supposed to be me goiing to reblogger's inbox and doing tthis, haha. Whoops.

How do I pick ONE oc, from ONE writer? LMAO.

Okay, I'm going to random generate this. LMAO.

Generator picked @ava-du-mortain. And Pap's ocs, I really like monster-fucker science babe Anya and sweet but strong Ari.

Hope to see more of them in the future!

3. Headcanon you've adopted from a writer

I don't even fucking know. But I will say any of my N Sewell understandings probably come from @agentnatesewell, @wayhavenots, @nat-seal-well, @dumortains, and @ava-du-mortain

If they were to tell me a concept of theirs re: Nat/e was canon I'd believe them. I feel they all ... shine a spotlight on a character I don't particularly know that well and don't fully understand. And though I do have my view of N [which is probably more unfavorable then theirs lmao], I won't lie and say that their knowledge isn't insightful. Pearl and Pap especially have helped me re: writing/mentioning N in fic and edits. So I'm grateful for it. And it's fun to read their metas/see what they like about the character.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Thank you to everyone

The fire seems to have been electrical and started in the kitchen. No appliance was on or used in the last 24hrs so it might have been the qiring itself.

My beautiful girl was asleep when she succumbed to smoke and wasnt burned, when they found her. She just Went apparently. After a days distance, i take that a s consolation.

She is with the pet funeral service as they are goi g to cremate her, and she will return in a scatter box to be buried under a tree or plant that suits her personality when the grief is less like a throbbing wound.

Theres a cat tree comingfor her and i think it will be devastating when it arrives. So stupid, i know.

The whole place is torched. Even items not directly hit by flame are smoke damaged or crumble to the touch.

All my books, my clothes, the furniture. And i dobt really care. Its stuff,i will start again bc i have family and friends willing to help

But if i could have had one thing saved, it would have been my bubba, my little girl Zarya my family is distraught over her loss too, they saw her most weekends and when they visited. She was The Baby.

And of all things i was able to save something silly. A little tapastry thing id seqn to hang my badges on. Zarya 'helped' by trying to sit onit with the pins in and was offended when i moved her.. teenagers right? And then helped by playing Attack each time i moved itto putthe badges on.

I will miss her silliness and playful spirit.

Most of them were smoke coated but it came off well enough, a few are still damaged but i am going to try with a rough cloth or something. I cant replace most of them, they were from random kickstaers and shops and such over the years.

I have no undies and myboots melted and my daughter died and all my comics and manga are destoyed... buti got some of my badges back. Stupid isnt it?

The biggest issue is that mosthad thoselittle rubber backs and no qmount of scrubbing will remove the smokey firey smell from them meaning they arent safe to keep. Havr to replace them, have to get new things. Thinking about the safest wayto dispose of them i trash to prevent them ending upchoking fish or wildlife etc

And i think thats the worst part of grief, i have lost people and pets before to time or illness, but never anything like this. So young, so unexpected. So random.

The guilt eats you alive qith WHAT IFs and Could i have's...

There are moments you sob u controllably at a thought like knowing shell never snuggle up in bed like she did every night before... and then moments where everything is neutral and quiet and average. And you feel guilt for actingg like nothing has happened.

Life has to go on, but it hurts to see the wheels turning when shes noton the train anymore.

I have family qho i can be with, qork who will help me find somewhere new to stay as they hold the leases, and coworkers and friends who are sourcing things. I am luckier than many, 3ven with most things gone.

Its just that theres a switch inside that will hit grief at random times, and then snap back to nromalacy for hours until another reminder comes through.

Its so.stupid.

Its not fair and its fucking awful, but it happened and nothing can change it or bring her back. And that is just how random and cruel thw world can be.

My computer was annihilated so the typos are likely all through this. Its silly ut the idea of posting on social media where my friends and mutuals ive had for years are felt selfgratuitous in the worst way.

And over a day from the incident, i feel like srolling through tumblr ot twitter or whatever else is degrading her memory bc thats a normal activity, etc

Which is silly, but grief and anxiety and guilt are all buily into the same package and you never know which one will pop outof the box when the handles cranked.

But again, thank you for holding her little face in your hearts and memories.

She remains so fucking loved its like a physical pain, and that will never change. Forever the baby girl, forever Zarya.

[calypso-finale]

Sixty One.

“Never did I think I would be doing food shopping in Harrods, bitch?” Lillian said at the side of me, looking over at her “what is wrong with shopping here? I needed some food, so I just come here, I mean usually I go to the local one but I have realised there is weird people there” staring at the champagne “are you inviting a guy over? Why are you buying that?” she asked as I put it in my basket “I have it for myself, sometimes I need a little lift me up, don’t judge me and also you bitches are coming for breakfast next week, I am not opening it until then so stop, I just thought I would get it now for future Rylee then I don’t need to come back here” Lillian let out an oh “I remember, breakfast at Fenty’s oh yes” I chuckled “Fenty and Rascal yes, he is included” Lillian chuckled “you know that child of yours, when he stole your phone and he was on facetime, he was talking for the gods, like I had to record it” I busted out laughing “yeah and you posted it” walking off to look down the aisle “yeah about that, sorry. It ended up on the shadeborough, I don’t know why they checking for a child, just people are weird, but Halle wanted to murder me, she looked a mess” rolling my eyes “I disliked they did that to you but Halle coming to your home was a move, it was funny. That child of mine is a rascal “when I dropped him off, Halle said no and then he goes auntie no with a sad face and then she was like get yo ass inside, I don’t know why she wanted to take care of him. She called me and went oh let me take care of him” looking at Lillian “what is with the face?” she is pulling a face “Oh nothing, just looking” side eyeing her “right, just odd she asked for him, but I don’t mind. Gives me time to shop and then you met me and now we are smiling, you want anything?” I offered “no ma’am. I think we need to go back to the local shit” she pointed, I laughed “Harrods have some nice meats here though, you should try it” Lillian sniggered “speaking on meat, did you get any?” I chuckled “no I did not!” I spat “wow, when was the last time? Was it Barbados then?” nodding my head “it’s been a while, I haven’t cared to even get dick, I am not bothered about it” I shrugged “so in Wales, nothing? Oh girl, he is there, he is your ex, you should have” I chuckled “nope” I shrugged “just hugs, that is it. I did the fucking ex thing and it got me nowhere” Lillian pulled a face know I am right, that got me nowhere but in trouble.

Rolling my eyes “see I can never just not wear makeup with you, how you got people taking pictures of you” Lillian said “I know, annoying right. Did you see the post, someone did a side by side of my mom smoking and then me, and then put like mother like daughter, it was cute but it’s annoying. Especially using the underground, this is why I come with you girls” walking down the steps “you need to drive here, but then again the best way to travel in this city is the underground, it’s quicker” swiping my pass so the gates could open “it is, I can’t stand the traffic, it’s like New York and you’re just sitting and waiting, annoying to me” stepping onto the escalator “true, did you have a good time in Wales, seem like you did. Random though, you text us about it” I smiled “yeah I was in a bad mood, he bought Aziel back from going out, and I had a little thing with my parents, and I became in a bad mood and he came, I snapped a little and he said let’s go and have a little trip which was needed, I for one enjoyed it a lot, it was you know, very informative to know where we are at currently, and going forward in what we want” I scoffed as someone barged by me, these people always in a rush “is that you saying you both want each other?” nodding my head “yeah, I think it is and honestly. To see this man the public don’t see, I like it” steeping of the escalator “he seems very comfortable, the way he calls Halle on Insta too, like girl” I pulled a face “why he calling her?” I laughed “oh I don’t know, she mentioned it” going onto the platform “well I am happy he is making the effort with the people that mean a lot to me, which he didn’t before and I hated it, it was like you hang with them, I will wait. Now it’s like I will be there” I did a double take “you’re Rihanna daughter” the guy pointed at me smiling, it’s like people started to look “who is that?” I said “no, you’re Rylee, I didn’t think I would see you on the underground” I sighed “well hello” and Lillian giggled “stop drooling” Lillian said “nah I am just deeping it, I had a crush on you and then lowkey jealous your parents are Chris and Rihanna” thank god that tube is here “well, thank you, you look young” I added “I am eighteen, I still got game” Lillian and I laughed, I think the hell not, but he is annoying for airing it out.

Me and Lillian just looked at each other, that boy of course stood with us “but why are you not getting like chauffeured and all this nonsense? You big out there” I shrugged “I am not, my parents are but me, I am just me” he is cute, bless “I can be your bodyguard you know, you peng. You beautiful” Lillian and I just keep laughing “she is taken though” Lillian added “by who? Nah don’t beg it and say you got back with one of the wackest UK rappers, man why?” I shrugged “I didn’t say anybody, so are you coming back from school?” I asked “nah please, I beg don’t do me like that. I am going back home, back to West. Also protecting you” I sighed out “I don’t need it thank you” I smiled “what is it like being raised by royalty? Like you met Beyonce?” I shrugged, I am not answering that “nah you have, you peak and crazy being here. You should be on a throne or something” shaking my head “no, I think that is my parents I am just me” I don’t get it “you need to add more bikini pictures to your Instagram too” Lillian and I rushed off “no thanks” I said, I pray he doesn’t follow us. Seeing the tube station “this isn’t the one?” I said “we needed to switch, mentioning Beyonce on that place? People were looking, no sister. We needed to get off, it’s not safe. He’s stupid, we will get on another. Maybe he is right but least you can do is make sure someone is with you, I know you trying to be normal, and most of the time nobody cares but there is one of those that do, stupid idiot” she has a point, I mean she isn’t wrong.

Lillian really walked me to my door “why? Like you didn’t need to do this?” I said to her “look, I love you, I care about you so I want to make sure my friend gets home, that is all. And you’re here now, but I mean I don’t mind if you want to go on the tubes but not alone, trust me sister but you have the best night, and you enjoy yourself” she hugged me “erm, thank you” I laughed “my night with Netflix” I laughed “I mean still, it’s a nice night child free right” I suppose she has a point “true, thank you Lillian, and I will catch up with you later” moving back from the hug “right to my door too” I laughed to myself, I turned to look behind me and Lillian ran off, that was quick, she is so random. Unlocking my door and pushing it open, I only bought a few things, and I near enough spent a hundred, that place is expensive, but the meat is so nice there. I paused seeing the roses on the floor, I just froze there because what the fuck and who the fuck “hello?” I said holding the door open because I may need to run “it’s me” Oakley said, letting out an oh. He really put these roses on the floor, is he serious. Letting the door close and walking along the bed of roses “the key is being taking off you” I have to say it, turning corner and I stopped walking and just seeing Oakley in a black shirt, black pants “what?” I said in shock, he is so red “what is happening?” I said “erm, come in” he waved me in “I am scared, what is this?” I said laughing “are we getting married?” I laughed “this is just a shirt, I wanted to do it different” walking into the living room “oh “ looking around the candlelit room “you did this?” I asked “yeah” he nodded his head “do it right yeah” I am shocked, this wasn’t what I thought happen.

I am shocked, like he got me sitting here and told me to just sit, he is cooking in my kitchen, this is crazy. Looking at my wall, he’s put up pictures of us, oh he is being romantic, I don’t know how to feel because I have never been romanced like this, I mean I have seen it with my parents, but this is a first for me, I don’t know how to feel “why?” I said as he placed the plate down “Halle and Lillian know” I gasped “I knew something was off!” I spat “yeah, yeah. I had to get you out of the house, they grilled me bad. Like it got to a point where I said, forget it” he sat across from me “really?” he looks so handsome in a shirt “yeah, I put the phone down and said fuck it, I ain’t doing it. Then they called me back, both of them and said you know, we ain’t having her being heartbroken, it’s not a game, and she is naïve, she deserves romance and she ain’t get that and I am a roadman, I can’t do this and that. But then they backed off and yeah” he laughed “I did it yeah. You like it?” nodding my head “first time for me” Oakley laughed “I don’t want it to be corny, that is all but we are good. I hope you like my pasta” it looks nice, I can’t stop smiling “Oakley, this is like. I don’t know what to say” I am so shocked “I think you know, I am a bit pessimistic with love, like I was but I don’t think I am anymore but eat it. I also made dessert, like I went all out” I cooed out “this is crazy” I laughed “crazy in a good way, I think it’s not all that bad, this love business. It makes me happy” I sniggered, this love business, he does have a way of words, I can’t stop smiling.

He really made this pasta with love, I can’t even front and lie that he didn’t, it was nice “sorry, the cheesecake was a little less cheesecake and more not set” he laughed “no you’re fine Oakley” I can’t fault him on that “I just want to say like you know with this, I don’t want you to think I am asking you to be my girlfriend. Like I am jumping on this to make you that, that is my end goal, this whole thing wasn’t for that. Like I am being serious, I don’t take girls on dates” he laughed “like this whole romance thing, it’s just a little new to me, yeah at my big age whatever but I didn’t grow up in that kind of living, people like me don’t care, I don’t really care about much, even when we met I didn’t care but I wasn’t going to disrespect you, but like this isn’t me asking you to be anything, it’s me making up for what I didn’t do with you” smiling at him “I uhm” he got up from the chair, watching him walk over to the kitchen side “I wrote this, a letter to you. Me and my therapist, I wrote it all, promise but I just did it in there. I said that I should get a gift, but they said this is a better one” he placed the envelope in front of me “it’s just paper” he chuckled “I bet it isn’t Oakley” opening the envelope “is it a love letter?” I grinned “don’t be jarring, please I beg” he laughed “mhmmm ok, can I read it a loud or to myself?” I questioned “uhm, a loud” nodding my head, clearing my throat “To Lee, the most jarring person I know” looking up at him “the word jarring I get from you, annoying ass” side eyeing him “The day I met you for the first time is still fresh in my memories. I didn’t know that day changed my life because you walked into my life, and everything turned so different. Since then, I have become a happy man. I didn’t know that my happiness was right in front of me, when my friend died I felt he took half of me. He was a brother to me, and I didn’t think I would get over it, I closed off not knowing you was there for me, I take blame for the shit that went down. What happened with us, the things I said, the song I made I take it back. I realise now that I find myself falling in love with you every day. I may not have told you, but I want to tell you that you have given my life a purpose and a direction that was missing until you came into my life. It is difficult to imagine my life without you because you are the one who rules it. And it’s true, every day I am learning about me, something I never did. I only loved the streets, I didn’t know what family love was, and Lee that is because of you. I love you” looking up at me, oh he got me “I need the bathroom” I am going to cry, I can’t deal with myself.

Why did I even cry, how ugly of me “come on” I breathed out, I need to pull myself together. I breathed out, let me just leave and act like I didn’t just cry but knowing damn well I did because look at me, look at my face. Leaving the bathroom “fuck” I stepped back “you took your time” he said “why are you crying?” he asked “don’t ask me that” I said “why not? Why did you cry?” he asked again “because” I feel it coming now “I fucked up a lot with you, I just wish that you spoke to me before anything, like Brian wouldn’t have happened, none of it would have happened if you just spoke to me and for you to write that, to say those things” I sniffled “to know you did care, that you did love me, oh my god. I have never been in love, the only person that loved me and showed me it was my dad and I don’t know why I feel like I wasn’t ready to hear it” I sobbed out with my hands over my face “is this a good thing?” he said, he hugged me close “I love you too” wrapping my arms around him “like everything that has happened, like the shit I have been through it has been worth it” he doesn’t understand that hearing this, I felt I fucked up and that I ruined my life for nothing “that is my fault, like I want to move from the Brian thing too, like I don’t want to just jump to being together but I wanted you to know that, I just know that things will be happening in my life, that I will be doing music again, I feel like a weight has been lifted from me” my heart feels so warm, I am happy and I don’t care what anyone says.

Imani has been exhausted every time she comes back to the home, we are still in Miami, Chris is still hype as ever. Even thought they work through the night, but Chris invited me to come this time, I have been asking if I can and he kept saying not now but he is ever so proud of Imani, so I want to hear, I want to hear her sound, she has been getting so close to Willow too which she isn’t a bad girl. She doesn’t bother me, her vibe is different, her sound is anyways. Walking into the studio “I haven’t seen one of these places in a while” I laughed “mom! My mom is here, just wait” Imani spat, oh they having a meeting, Chris laughed “come in, must the Rihanna is here” Imani looks so happy “sit” Chris waved me over “Rihanna is there” that British accent “I love Rihanna” walking over to Chris “oh it’s Harry Styles” this is not what I expected, sitting next to Chris “hi” waving “I feel even more nervous now, I am in London currently so apologies I can’t be there, but I think we made it work didn’t we Imani?” Harry said “we did” Chris grinned at me “she doesn’t know what she has done, first time being in a session” Chris chuckled “yeah, I am confused” I added “oh wow, Imani. So your fabulously clever daughter, she has helped write a song for me, her and Willow and Chris. I think this is going to be the biggest hit I have made, and it’s funny because Willow introduced us, I didn’t know Imani did write or that Chris was there to help but we are hearing the end product and I have to say Imani, the ear the detail. You added the parts needed, and we did this all over skype, bow down so shall we listen” looking at Imani “let’s go!” Harry spat “come on Harry we want to say goodnight to you” the song played; I am shocked.

I clapped my hands “no way, Harry this song is just. Wow, I am so proud” Harry laughed “well I have to say I think I want Imani on my team, but Chris said she is priceless, but I wanted you to have the first listen, are you happy?” he asked “I am, the final masterpiece, it’s perfect. The detail, the sound, the vocals. A fun song” Harry clasped his hands together “when I am in America, I am coming to see you. Thank you to everyone that helped, that just worked on this, but I owe you dinner, I have to go now so god bless” he waved, I am so shocked. The call disconnected “is this what you both been working on!? Oh my god, like it’s going on a while. I thought nothing was happening” I said “it was slow, like when she first came, I said look I just want you to write. I am going to do my thing, I let her vibe. Let her do her own thing and look at that” I am so proud of her “Imani this is a big thing” I said “but that is thanks to you both, if it wasn’t for you both nobody would care. I am happy, like this is me. I can be doing big things” maybe singing is for her “you want to say to mom what you want to do?” Chris pointed at me “oh yeah, I want to get my own apartment in LA so I could do my own thing” looking at Chris, all my babies are going “mom” Imani said “why do you kids love to go, like why” they all leave “I think it’s a good idea” Chris eyeballed me “same” I breathed out, I don’t want to hold her back, but I also wanted to keep her home too.

Imani moved away from us “why did you eyeball me?” I have to ask “she wanted to move here, she said here is best and then I was like oh shit, no but then I didn’t say no, I said LA is the place to be. Pick an apartment in LA and move there, the way I said it to her she liked it, I didn’t judge her or push her. I advise her and then said just pick a place, trust me. I feel the same, but we can’t hold her back, least she is in LA. Good?” nodding my head “are we bad parents?” I have to ask because at this point they all leaving, Chris snorted laughing “you can take that” he pointed “take the L” pushing him “nah, I just think we have strong minded daughters that like to do what they want, and also stupid ones too. I don’t know, at times I question it but if I think too much I am going to upset myself. Have you spoken to Rylee since?” Chris asked me “nope, just Ti and she was saying about Fenty and how she wants more involvement and that I am not giving so I just told her how it is, but that’s it. Maybe you should speak to your heart” I grinned “my heart” Chris repeated “I spoke to Oakley yesterday, he said that Rylee is ok and she is happy, I said how do you know and he just laughed but I guess she is ok, you know she would have come crying by now if not, we just got to let her be, but she is selfish with not showing us Aziel, I told her about that before” I am glad Chris did, I find it annoying she doesn’t let us see him, he already is far away from us.

[aanglican]

natla s1e1 reaction liveblog ^.^

“in partnership with nickelodeon”

THE COMET

CAPITAL CITY

the earthbender from the trailer yassss come on prequel

GET THEIR ASSSSSSS

they didnt know he was an earthbender huhhh

THEYRE GOING TO START A WARRRR

PLEASEEEEEE

sozin BITCH

“we arent the real target” OH

not the fire sages watching sozin burn a man alive

THE INYRRTOOOOOOOOOO

why the fuck is it kyoshi narrating -_-

KURUKKKKK CAMEOOO

that random ass “aang” in the intro

aang is flying…. your ass will never be guru laghima!!!

“there may come a day when you wish you spent more time with your teachers” 😩

SKY BISONNNN + “all of them”

this female airbender is so pretty

the last comet festival before 0 AG was a hundred years ago

“i don’t want the power” “which is why you’ll be a great avatar” “cant you just pretend im still your friend?” “you’ll always be my friend” 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥹🥹🥹

gordon cormier THESPIAN

the fooking comet……..

APPA ENTRANCE

“monks dont even trust me to feed the baby bison and im supposed to save the world??”

i understand why people said there’s a lot of exposition in this pilot now

these fuckass fire nation bitches GO AWAY

“brothers and sisters we’re under attack”

okayyyy choreo

these firebenders dont feel like they’re superpowered at all aside from when they’re blasting at the buildings hmmm

poor babies :(

they burned my girl alive in her own tornado

OH SHIT GYATSO PULL UP

not sozin doing an amon walk

CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY

the southern water tribe YASSSSS

not katara being in the old fire nation ship

WOLF COVE

i’ll never understand why fc yee chose wolf cove as the name for the village. wolf what? this place is weird.

“if dad were here—” “but hes not here. i am!” 🫥

zuko here (and he is polluting the skies and seas)

zuko drawing fanart

why do statues and statuettes with the image of the avatars all glow when aang awakens? that was never explained in the cartoons and it only happened once (?)

LMAO whose uncle is this

this michael goi ahs: murder house ass camera angle lol

aang thinking the southerners know what a sky bison looks like aw :( cus 100 years ago was just yesterday for him

this whale bone architecture slayssss but why is this longhouse so huge

not gran gran stealing katara’s lines 😮‍💨

“ass” word dropped!!! okayy TV-14!!!

this big ass ship omg no wonder the fire nation was polluting all the damn lands. they needed that metal.

poor babies holding rocks trying to fight off the firebenders :(((

girl i am not rocking with this dialogue just yet hold on….

“lord of uh snow and ice” okay i take it back

AAAAANGGGG

“it can’t be” u thought u were gonna get an old ass man to beat huh

CMON SWT RESISTANCE

iroh and aang scene ouuuu

“the drive to conquer … is peace and unity” ouuuu iroh telling on his old self or what?

zuko flop

not katara realizing she can do shit with water lmao that quick tho???

“flameheads” new slur for firebenders dropped

they fucked up yangchen’s shrine real bad ouuu

gyatso reaction INCOMINGGGG

avatar state babeyyyyyyy

KATARA THESPIAN

aang let go baby this isnt you ;(

zuko chill bro

[so-you-melted-22]

Check Please SCP!AU:

Dex is a reality bender/Type Green and the GOC is kinda hunting him for sport at this point

Also he is related to the Brights in some fashion (like they’re his cousins or whatever) so he also got hit with whatever the fuck makes this entire family like that and the Foundation has some kind of interest in him too (idk I just wanna build in some casual, old fashioned Adam Bright hate)

Lardo works with Are We Cool Yet? and is well known in the anart-scene, she probably lives in Backdoor Soho or Three Portlands

Shitty probably lives with her

Nursey is an Agent for the Serpents Hand because he just seems like someone who would just absolutely THRIVE in the Wanderers Library

(Alternatively he works for the GOC and has a weird enemies-but-i-also-kinda-am-into-you-thing with Dex, also I think he and Ukulele would not at all get along and I think that’s a fun dynamic (like what Ukulele/Clef later has with Kondraki, u kno??))

Bitty has something to do with Ambrose Restaurants

(Alternatively, he works for the Foundation and is specified in food-related anomalies, also he has pretty much forced Iceberg to be friends with him [i just think they would have a neat dynamic])

Shitty with the UIU?!? Or Ransom & Holster with the UIU?

Wellie the well is an SCP

John Johnson is also an SCP

Jack is literally just some normal guy. He is still a famous hokey player, but he isn’t anomalous or affiliated with any GOI. He is also completely oblivious to all of the anomalous things happening around him. Everyone assumes he is aware of the veil because his boyfriend works with Ambrose/the Foundation and he literally has been to Backdoor Soho, but he is just somehow comically unaware.

Shitty definitely tried to join the Church Of The Broken god at some point (idk is he is still affiliated with them tho)

Chowder works for the Foundation and he is literally the only person there that isn’t absolutely fucked up (no repressed emotions, fucked up family, anomalous abilities or being trapped in the emptiness between universes with only a single lightbulb as company). He still has his family and they just think he works for a weird government program and never question it that much, he works mostly with safe-class anomalies

[brawltogethernow]

So, I don't think I've ever asked you this... what IS the whole point of the Spider-Sense? It really seems like something that only exists for writers to ignore or work around when they want to inject Legit Tension into a story.

I’ve thought about this power so much, but never with an eye to defend its right to exist, so I needed to think about this. The results could be more concise.

Ironically, given the question, I have to say its main purpose is to ramp up tension. But it’s also a highly variable multitool that a skilled creative team can use for...pretty much anything. It does everything the writer wants it to, while for its wielder always falls just short of doing enough.

I went looking through my photos for a really generic, classic-looking example to use as an image to head this topic, but then I ran into the time Peter absolutely did not reimburse this man for his stolen McDonald’s, so have that instead.

A Scare Chord, But You Can Draw It

That one post that says the spider-sense is just super-anxiety isn’t, like, wrong. It’s a very anxious, dramatic storytelling tool originally designed for a very anxious, dramatic protagonist. I find it speaks to the overall tone of the franchise that some characters are functionally psychics, but with a psychic ability that only points out problems.

Spidey sense pinging? There’s danger, be stressed! Broken? Now the lead won’t even KNOW when there’s a problem, scary! Single character is immune to it? That’s an invisible knife in the dark oh my god what the fuck what the fU--

Like its counterpart in garden variety anxiety, the only time the spider-sense reduces tension is in the middle of a crisis. But in the wish fulfillmenty way that you want in an adventure story to justify exaggerated action sequences, the same way enhanced strength or durability does. Also like those, it would theoretically make someone much safer to have it, but it exists in the story to let your character navigate into and weather more dangerous situations.

For its basic role in a story, a danger sense is a snappy way to rile up both the reader and the protagonist that doesn’t offer much information beyond that it’s time to sit smart because shit is about to go down.

Spidey comic canon is all over the board in quality and genre, and it started needing to subvert its formulas before the creators got a handle on what those formulas even were, and basically no one has read anything approaching most of it at this point, so for consistent examples of a really bare bones use of this power in storytelling, I’d point to the property that’s done the best job yet of boiling down the mechanics of Spider-Man to their absolute most basic essentials for adaptation to a compelling monster of the week TV series.

Or as you probably know it, Danny Phantom. DON’T BOO, I’M RIGHT.

DP is Spider-Man with about 2/3 of the serial numbers filed off and no death (ironically), and Danny’s ghost sense is the most proof in the formula example of what the spidey sense is for: It’s a big sign held up for the viewer that says, “Something is wrong! Pay attention!” Effectively a visual scare chord. It’s about That Drama. And it works, which won it a consistent place in the show’s formula. We’re talking several times an episode here.

So why does it work?

It’s a little counterintuitive, but it’s strong storytelling to tell your audience that something bad is going to happen before it does. A vague, punchy spoiler transforms the ignorant calm before a conflict into a tense moment of anticipation. ...And it makes sure people don’t fail to absorb the beginning of said conflict because they weren’t prepared to shift gears when the scene did. Shock is a valuable tool, too, but treating it like a staple is how you burn out your audience instead of keeping them engaged. Not to go after an easy target, but you need to know how to manage your audience’s alarm if you don’t want to end up like Game of Thrones.

The limits of the spider-sense also keep you on your toes when handled by a smart writer. It tells Peter (everyone’s is a little different, so I’m going to cite the og) about threats to his person, but it doesn’t elaborate with any details when it’s not already obvious why, what kind, and from what. And it doesn’t warn him about anything else-- Which is a pretty critical gap when you zoom out and look at his hero career’s successes and failures and conclude that it’s definitely why he’s lived as long as he has acting the way he does, but was useless as he failed to save a string of people he’d have much rather had live on than him.

(Any long-running superhero mythos has these incidents, but with Peter they’re important to the core themes.)

And since this power is by plot for plot (or because it’s roughly agreed it only really blares about threats that check at least two boxes of being major, immediate, or physical), it always kicks in enough to register when the danger is bearing down...when it’s too late to actually do anything about it if “anything” is a more complex action than “dodge”.

Really? Not until the elevator doors started to open?

That Distinctive, Crunchy Spider Flavor

The spider-sense and its little pen squiggles go hand in hand with wallcrawling (and its unique and instantly identifiable associated body language) to make the Spider-Person powerset enduringly iconic and elevate characters with it from being generic mid-level super-bricks. Visually, but also in how it shapes the story.

I said it can share a narrative role with super strength. But when you end a fight and go home, super strength continues to make your character feel powerful, probably safer than they’d be otherwise, maybe dangerous.

The spider-sense just keeps blaring, “Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong! God, why aren’t you doing something about this!?”

Pretty morose thing to live with, for a safety net! Kind of a double edged sword you have there! Could be constantly being hyperattuned to problems would prime you for a negative outlook on life. Kind of seems like a power that would make it impossible for a moral person to take a day off, leading them into a beleaguered and resentful yet dutiful attitude about the whole superhero gig! Might build up to some of the core traits of this mythos, maybe! Might lead to a lot of fifteen minute retirement stories, or something. Might even be a built in ‘great responsibility’ alarm that gets you a main character who as a rule is not going to stop fighting until he physically cannot fight anymore.

Certainly not apropos of anything, just throwing this short lived barely-a-joke tagline up for fun.

One of my personal favorite things about stories with superpowers is keeping in mind how they cause the people who have them to act in unusual ways outside of fights, so when you tell me that these people have an entire extra sense that tells them when the gas in their house is leaking through a barely useful hot/cold warning system that never turns off, I’m like, eyes emojis, popcorn out, notebook open, listening intently, spectacles on, the whole deal.

It also contributes to Peter Parker’s personality in a way I really enjoy: It allows him to act like an irrational maniac. When you know exactly when a situation becomes dangerous and how much, normal levels of caution go out the window and absolutely nothing you do makes sense from an exterior standpoint anymore. That’s the good shit. I would like to see more exploration of how the non-Parker characters experiencing the world in this incredibly altered way bounce in response.

It’s also one of many tools in this franchise hauling the reader into relating more closely with the main character. The backbone of classic Spidey is probably being in on secrets only Peter and the reader know which completely reframe how one views the situation on the page. It’s just a big irony mine for the whole first decade. A convenient way to inform the reader and the lead that something is bad news that’s not perceivable to any other characters is youth-with-a-big-exciting-secret catnip.

Another point for tension, there, in that being aware of danger is not synonymous with being able to act on it. If there’s no visible reason for you to be acting strange, well...you’re just going to have to sit tight and sweat, aren’t you? Some gratuitous head wiggles never hurt when setting up that type of conflict.

Have I mentioned that they look cool? Simultaneously punchy and distinctive, with a respectable amount of leeway for artists to get creative with and still coming up with something easily recognizable? And pretty easy to intuit the meaning of even without the long-winded explanations common in the days when people wrote comics with the intent that someone could come in cold on any random issue and follow along okay, I think, although the mechanic has been deeply ingrained in popular culture for so long that I can’t really say for sure.

It was also useful back in the day when no artists drew the eyes on the Spider-Man mask as emoting and were conveying the lead’s expressions entirely through body language and panel composition. If you wiggle enough squiggles, you don’t need eyebrows.

Take This Handwave and Never Ask Me a Logistical Question Again

This ability patches plot holes faster than people can pick them open AND it can act as an excuse to get any plot rolling you can think of if paired with one meddling protagonist who doesn’t know how to mind their own business. Buy it now for only $19.99 (in four installments; that’s four installments of $19.99).

Why can a teenager win a six on one fight against other superhumans? Well, the spider-sense is the ultimate edge in combat, duh.

Why can Peter websling? Why doesn’t everyone websling? Well, the spider-sense is keeping him from eating flagpole when he violently flings himself across New York in a way neither man nor spider was ever meant to move.

How are we supposed to get him involved with the plot this week???? Well, that crate FELT dangerous, so he’s going to investigate it. Oh, dip, it was full of guns and radioactive snakes! Probably shouldn’t have opened that!

Yeah, okay, but why isn’t it fixing everything, then? Isn’t it supposed to be why Peter has never accidentally unmasked in front of somebody? ('Nother entry for this section, take a shot.) That’s crazy sensitive! How does he still have any problems!? Is everything bad that’s ever happened to characters with this powerset bad writing!? --Listen, I think as people with uncanny senses that can tell us whether we are in danger with accuracy that varies from incredible to approximate (I am talking about the five senses that most people have), we should all know better than to underestimate our ability to tune them out or interpret them wrong and fuck ourselves up anyway. I honestly find this part completely realistic.

*SLAPS ROOF OF SPIDER-SENSE* YOU CAN FIT SO MANY STORIES IN THIS THING

The spider-sense is a clean branch into...whatever. There is the exact right balance of structure and wishy-washiness to build off of. A sample selection of whatevers that have been built:

It’s sci-fi and spy gadgets when Peter builds technology that can interface with it.

It’s quasi-mystical when Kaine and Annie-May get stronger versions of it that give them literal psychic visions, or when you want to get mythological and start talking about all the spider-characters being part of a grand web of fate.

Kaine loses his and it becomes symbolic of a future newly unbound by constraints, entangled thematically with the improved physical health he picked up at the same time -- a loss presented as a gain.

Peter loses his and almost dies 782 times in one afternoon because that didn’t make the people he provoked when he had it stop trying to kill him, and also because he isn’t about to start “””taking the subway’’””’ “‘’“”to work”””’’” like some kind of loser who doesn’t get a heads up when he’s about to hit a pigeon at 50mph.

Peter’s starts tuning into his wife’s anxiety and it’s a tool in a relationship study.

It starts pinging whenever Peter’s near his boss who’s secretly been replaced by a shapeshifter and he IGNORES IT because his boss is enough of an asshole that that doesn’t strike him as weird; now it’s a comedy/irony tool.

Into the Spider-Verse made it this beautiful poetic thing connecting all the spider-heroes in the multiverse and stacked up a story on it about instant connection, loss, and incredibly unlikely strangers becoming a found family. It was also aesthetic as FUCK. Remember the scene where Miles just hears barely intelligible whispering that’s all lines people say later in the film and then his own voice very clearly says “look out” and then the room explodes?? Fuck!!!!

Venom becomes immune to it after hitchhiking to Earth in Peter’s bone juice and it makes him a unique threat while telling a more-homoerotic-than-I-assume-was-originally-intended story about violation and how close relationships can be dangerous when they go sour.

It doesn’t work on people you trust for maximum soap opera energy. Love the innate tragedy of this feature coming up.

IN CONCLUSION I don’t have much patience for writers who don’t take advantage of it, never mind feel they need to write around it.

[calypsoff2]

Sixty Four.

Robyn has really gone all out for this baby, I am not even joking. She comes out with these ideas, her most terrible one is her wanting to document us under Fenty Films and sold the rights over for billions, like I am literally being filmed constantly for this baby, but I get it. She has time, she wants to do it, but this is going to be a whole series on Prime, they outbid Netflix and I was shocked when it literally sold for billions, but we have to do two seasons, she just be doing shit constantly now she is home, surprised she didn’t sell a sextape of us next but the only thing I asked of, I wanted Dennis only to do it, he is family. I didn’t want random ass people in my home, everything is generally pre-done, so we know what we going to do and say but I hate it, I am not going to lie. Dennis just lives in my pocket; Robyn doesn’t need to do this. Like we don’t need the money, but she wants too, she said it’s memories and it feeds her fans so I guess whatever, I mean it kills off a lot of interviews, we can manipulate what we want them to see, this is the best part “how are you feeling today Chris?” Dennis asked, I am picking the kids up from school “erm, nervous. I am very shocked, I expected her waters to break, she is over her due date so the hospital told us to come in early today but I said we can’t just go, the girls are so invested in this, they want to know what mommy is doing, I wanted them to see her before she goes in so today or maybe tomorrow he should be here, I am excited, very excited” licking my lips laughing, the light went green “it’s wild, Robyn is just suffering, she is so over it. This boy doesn’t want to come out, like I was in bed, and I thought it was the moment, nope. Just she needed to pee, the baby is killing her though, he’s a grown ass man in there” Dennis and I laughed out “like nigga get out, the fuck” shaking my head “but I am excited, I want my son here safely. We have the room set; we have everything set. We just waiting” I sighed out, I am just worried about Robyn, I know she is over it; I think it’s time he came. She wants him out, she is tired, her back hurts, she is in pain.

Stood outside Imani school waiting for her to finish, she is always the last one, her school lets her out later, I don’t know why but it is a thing “girls, come here” waving them over “yes” crouching down to them “while Imani isn’t here I wanted to say, I don’t want you to be upset but what has happened is the doctor has told mommy she needs to come to get your baby brother out, but mom said she wanted to see you girls before she does, mom will be in hospital for a week I think but you will be able to see her, just not yet. You have Mel, Sara and Herbert at home they will be there for you all but I don’t want you to get all upset because Imani will get even more upset, she is very sensitive and to know we both will be going she won’t like it, I really need you both to be good older sisters to her and tell her it’s going to be ok, mommy will be back and she will but we need to get the baby out” Rylee frowned “but mom had Imani and she came out next day” nodding my head “she did but it’s different, she is having to get this out a different way, mom is very tired and I think your brother is lazy, he doesn’t want to come so we need to go to the hospital” Tianna looked at Rylee “can we come with you? We want to make sure mom is ok” I chuckled “so do I but you have school, I promise when you can, you will be able to see, but I need you to be good, please!” I pleaded, Rylee sighed out “I will dad, I want to hug mom, TT we have to be good” Rylee said to her “ok” she mumbled, I know these girls are strong, they will be good.

I took the girls for some frozen yoghurt, I thought why not before we go home “come here” grabbing the napkin “Imani, you have such a dirty face” pulling a face as I wiped her face “there you go” she giggled at me “how excited are you for your baby brother?” Dennis asked them “lots” Tianna said “he’s going to look like dad and have dimples like dad too and Imani, because she has them” Rylee is so dramatic “ok, you know what girls, I am going to ask you a very serious question here. And we can do it privately or here, I am sure pop don’t mind it. Who is your favourite parent” I had to laugh “girls, I won’t get offended, you can say whoever you want now” I shrugged “see he doesn’t mind so who is your favourite parent and why” they are giggling but I don’t mind it, if they say Robyn then so be it, I know they love me “Imani, do you like mommy or daddy the most” Imani straight pointed at me “she would say it, because I am here” I chuckled “I love you mama” shaking my head “Tianna?” Dennis asked “mhmmm dad because he is not strict like mom, like if mom says no then we go to dad he says yes” oh is that is their game “yes true, then mom and dad argue about it and then dad is always like but it’s only playing, mom is always like pick that up, then dad will wink and say just do it later” these two are so sly “these two should have been twins, my god” I laughed out “so they both your favourites?” Dennis asked to verify “yes because they are both amazing, like if dad is being annoying I go to mom, and if mom is being annoying I go to dad” these are funny “how you feel about that Chris?” Dennis asked “erm, it shows we are doing something good; you know with them saying they love equally, it must be because we do show them love, you know. Yeah, I am happy with that” nodding my head “come on girls, we need to go home now. Taking forever” they never take this long to eat this stuff.

Robyn’ suitcase is packed and waiting as we got inside, Rylee and Tianna ran by me and ran up the steps so quickly, I didn’t even get the chance to say stop “is she upstairs?” I asked Sara “she is in the living room waiting” let them two figure that one out “cool, Imani. Let’s go and see mom, Sara did Robyn tell you that we are going and will be gone for a week the most?” Sara nodded her head “she did, she did mention that she is going to explain to Imani that she will be back and stuff” least Robyn did that, picking up Imani “Sara, if them two come down, then tell them they can’t come in” opening the living room door “you are huge” I said as I got in “shut up” Robyn spat “I am in so much pain, like pelvic pain but yet no water, hey Imani. Did you have a good time at school baby” closing the door behind “I will go out” Herb got up, walking around the couch “you not going to tell mommy you had a good time, what about the frozen yoghurt you had? Tell her” she is so quiet “yes” she mumbled “don’t yes me, silly” placing her on the couch next to Robyn “oh, oh. Wait, Imani. Oh what is that” sitting on the side, Imani climbed up on the couch “what is that? Oh my god, baby. Your brother can’t wait to see you, come here. Give mommy hand” Imani is always so intrigued by this, she held her hand out, Robyn grabbed her hand and placed it on her bump “he’s done nothing but kick me Chris, I have had enough” I can actually see it “see that baby, you are going to be the best big sister. Are you excited to see your brother?” she is just smiling “you not going to be little sister anymore, you are going to be big sister ok?” we have done the best to make Imani understand there will be another baby here, she very much wants to see it “awwww” I cooed out, when she kisses her bump, I love it “she will be ok, I know it” I have feeling she will.

Robyn is very big, I do feel for her actually. The girls are all stood to watch us go “mommy are you going to be ok?” Rylee asked, she is so concerned “just fine, I promise to call you all. Come on, give me a hug now” walking over to Herb “good luck bro, if you need anything. Any food, any little thing, call me, I got you. I will take care of the rebels” nodding my head “appreciate you bro, Mel. If you need anything let me know ok” Imani is just watching on “hey, come hug. Mommy now, she can’t chase you” grabbing her hand “mommy” Imani said looking up at her, picking her up “yes baby?” Robyn said as she wiped her nose “mommy” she reached her arms out to her “she can’t pick you, you can hug her now” she wrapped her arms around Robyn’ neck “awww I love you so much pumpkin, mommy will be back so quick for you boo” she kissed her cheek “love mommy” Robyn’ face softened “what?” she said in shock “love me baby?” Robyn is in shock “Dennis you get that, you said you love me? Imani” I am shocked “I love you too baby” Robyn held her hand “love mommy” Robyn’ face scrunched up “oh my god, I have waited for this moment, I need a moment” Robyn turned away “I am so proud of you” Sara rushed over “you said it because you wanted too, this shows me you listen. Imani Brown, you have done amazing!” Sara spat “yay” she clapped her hands and then Imani got ever so happy with herself “she loves me, those words. I am taking those to the hospital with me, I can’t wait to come home to you girls already” Robyn said through her sobs “I love you all so much, I do” rubbing Robyn’ back “oh god” Imani got her heart going now “once we get to the hospital we will call ok, we better go” Imani has literally made Robyn’ day, she really means that word, she really loves her mom.

Looking over at Robyn “how you feeling? You must be nervous” she got to be “a little but I also want this baby out, I am over it now. I think it’s overstayed now; I can’t believe my waters didn’t break. They say that this happens a lot with boys, they are just so damn lazy because how the hell you not moving to get out? Eject yourself boy” I chuckled at Robyn saying that I can imagine how fed up she is “like I have had enough Chris, so I am ready for it to come out, I ready to meet him. I am so proud of the girls; they took it well. Even though they wanted to come, they understand, and they know that mommy is going to go and have a baby, but she will be back. It’s going to be a big addition to the family” nodding my head “keyword, big. That boy is going to be a big boy, he’s going to be playing basketball too, oh yes he is. You see those leg movements in your stomach? I just know it” Robyn hit my arm lightly giggling “stop it, he can be whatever he likes. I just think he is so at peace in my stomach, but I am not having a good time at all, I need this weight out. He has created me new problems, gave me issues I didn’t have with the girls, like that night when I was on laying down and he was resting on my back, you had to massage my back. Like that nigga don’t care” she is right, the baby is causing a lot of issues, he is doing a lot of resting on her back “I bet he comes out looking like you” looking over at Robyn “I bet he doesn’t, he is going to be a pretty boy. Going to have that Rajad look on him, poor boy” Robyn gasped “my brother is not ugly now, how dare you” I cringed “remember I did that sex change thing on that app, you weren’t a very good looking guy. Yeah, yikes” Robyn hit me so hard “oh my god!” I gasped; I am annoying her.

I have a nice bed, I think this is the most important part of this, that I get a nice bed “are you happy with your setup?” Dennis asked “yeah” I breathed out “I won’t be here though, I will be supporting Robyn, she is my main priority in this but it’s nice to have a bed here you know, nervous Dennis. Very nervous” blowing out air “welcome Robyn, hello. How are you? Oh wow, he’s really adamant in staying in there” walking out of the room “Hi Chris” shaking her hand “Corina, nice to see you again. Robyn is the biggest I have seen her” Robyn hates when I say this “she really is, well. What we are thinking is to do the surgery tomorrow, if you are ok with that? We will take some bloods from you, check to see your levels but what do you think to tomorrow morning? Unless giving your waters do break but I really don’t see it happening, what we need to do is have the C-section done. We have discussed the complication with natural, with him being big and also over the due date, there would be a lot of tearing so this is the best option for you both, so shall we say tomorrow morning” I am leaving that to Robyn “sure, that is fine. So no eating eight hours before?” Robyn asked “yes please” Corina said “and Chris will be there, he has to be” I didn’t know I couldn’t “wasn’t I going to be there?” I said a little confused “of course he will be there but at times we can decline if the situation is a little too stressful, if we rush her into it. But in this case yes, Chris will be there” pulling a face “not going to lie you wouldn’t take my wife anywhere if that” that is some shit “luckily that won’t be needed see you both in the morning and if you need anything, you have the on call nurses here” licking my lips "thank you” clearing my throat turning to Robyn “you want to get into bed” she nodded her head.

Lifting Robyn’ legs up on the bed “you got some thick thighs babe” Robyn chuckled “I don’t want a boy again; they are just a pain already. My daughters didn’t give me this, I am so sad. He literally ruined me” I shushed her “stop it” grabbing the covers “look at my feet, I never had any of this with my daughters. Come on you know?” she got a point “I know but it’s a lot of weight for you, what you want before you can’t eat anymore? Pick anything” holding onto Robyn’ hand, looking down at her ID band “Robyn Fenty-Brown, what a beautiful name” I complimented “thank you poppa, the lady is going to come and take bloods from me but I want some strips, mhmmm strips, make sure there is a good portion and ice cream, mhmm” I sniggered “ok Homer Simpson” Robyn gasped and then hit my arm “look at this cute thing” her double chin though “I will kill you, stop it” I am literally getting tears in my eyes from this “sorry, I am done now. I will get you chicken strips, get Herb to bring them. You better call the girls too” pressing a kiss to her forehead “I want you to rest, tomorrow will be early. It's going to be a long day for you, so sleep in the bed” I shrugged “mhmmm I will think about it” I may not sleep because of my excitement, my son will be here.

[rosethreeart]

My head hurts too much to write something  eloquent

But can people stop putting celebrities and content creators on such high pedestals? Like yeah call them out if they did problematic shit but like people take it to god damn far

How are you gonna make a joke about someone constantly but when that person says the exact same joke about themselves you’re gonna get mad????

Also what makes Twitter think that gamer man who plays Minecraft is gonna have in depth knowledge about political issues??? Lord knows I’m older than some of them and I still don’t know what’s goi g on half the time !!! What makes you think they do!! You don’t know them!! They’re not your friends!! They’re just random people trying to make others happy!!! It’s not their jobs to tell you how to think!! And if your entire opinion on politics and shit are completely dependent on what your “Stan” thinks than you have some serious issues you need to work through.

Also this whole Stan culture is creepy as fuck? Like that’s a internet rando how are you gonna base your whole identity on them??? How are you gonna try to get them canceled (aka harass them and even be verbally abusive) for saying a joke when they either didn’t know was bad or for something they did when they were/are a minor. You could easily be like “hey I just wanted to let you know that some people can find this offensive!” Or like “well actually-/gen”. And if they did say something extremely offensive just fucking ignore them??? You don’t have to dedicate your day to harassing them??? You can make a post about it but people take it way too extreme! They should make an apology for it but some of you act like the only way they can be redeemed is if they jump off a bridge!!! They said sorry!!! Not everyone is good when it comes to verbal or written things!!! Did their behavior change?? Good! That’s the point!!! They obviously felt bad!!! You can shut up now!!!

Also y’all take it to the point of stalking sometimes and that’s just fucked up on a whole other level thst o don’t think I can get into at the moment

Just because you have access to talking to people on the internet with a barriers of anonymity between you doesn’t mean you can harass people. Not sure if you realized but those are actual humans behind your screen not perfect programs invented by your phone/computer! They’re gonna make mistakes!! Everyone does!! HAVE SOME FUCKING EMPATHY!!!

I’m so fucking upset about this stupid ass Twitter culture it’s not even funny

[feuilletoniste]

I could not give less of a shit about Harry Styles and I certainly don’t have a dog in the fight of whether or not he’s “unproblematic” but this certainly isn’t basis enough for attempting to “cancel” someone. First of all, Hebrew is a language, and goyim are allowed to learn it, speak it, study it, write it, read it, and even get tattoos in it. Second of all, you (general but also specific you) don’t get to dictate whether someone’s interest in Judaism is a precursor to conversion -- many converts start off with what they deem to be only simple interest before deciding that conversion is right for them -- and although it doesn’t really matter nor am I going to speak on the topic of what some random celebrity feels towards our culture, this is a very ignorant and misguided position to take. Third of all, all languages are culturally significant, because language is a facet of culture. Fourth of all, let me reiterate that it’s just a language and it’s not like he tattooed the Magen David on his ass or something. Fifth of all, the issue of tattoos being forbidden is far more complex than you made it seem, for what I hope would be obvious reasons, and although some authorities forbid tattoos entirely, 1) those with tattoos are not automatically excluded from the faith, can still convert, and can be buried in Jewish cemeteries, and 2) atheist Jews with tattoos (such as myself!) exist, and I certainly hope you’re not implying that we’re any less Jewish, given that Judaism is an ethnoreligion. Sixth of all, getting a tattoo in Hebrew is not appropriating Judaism. Seventh of all, if the only reason you could come up with for why someone is problematic is “goy has Hebrew tattoo” then I’m not going to take your opinions seriously because seriously. Eighth of all, shut the fuck up lmao.