#cause idk man i think i need to be stabbed with a needle and look at some drag queens. or else im gonna start doing something drastic

[springcatalyst]

ohohoohoHO so were back to this again hm????

[ragdollsgender]

episode 6 liveblog

yayyyy more expanding on comics plotlines

waow theyre making powerplex have some rlly solid points here

its against safety rules to continue wearing your lab coat outside of lab settings. and safety goggles no less??? girl take those off

yayyyyy becky ^_^ i heart hater women

WOAH. i wasnt expecting those disks 2 actually like. be embedded in powerplexs skin. i thought they were just on the costume. well i love when men get stabbed

this is literally playing out like a bdsm scene. im sure there are videos of women hitting eachother with sledgehammers and sticking weird needle disks in eachother on this very website

how can he change out of his costume when the disks are on top of it. maybe they didnt want him to be shirtless cuz it would look even more like a bdsm scene

oliver is making a :3 face a lot this episode

paul is self deprecating againnnnnn bro stop it

dramatic music <3

literallyyyyy william is so right youre both adults. mark lowkey needs 2 get over himself

i dont like the title bit here :( i think powerplex has good points and it seemed like they were taking him more seriously this time but ig not rlly

rudys bob looks particularly fuckass with those goggles. also all those components lined up like that i know what you are (autistic)

the music player ui on that screen implies rudy is actually playing this music. canon music preferences lets goooooo

hand on the hip??? gay

YOURE WHAT?? like i knew raes story could go literally anywhere but quitting is wild it kind of came out of the blue. looking back all the talk abt her childhood couldve been foreshadowing it but idk. it didnt seem like that it the time. but anyways i want 2 see where this is going

"that man is disturbed" try listening 2 what hes saying,,,,,,,,,,, damn

ugh "if you protect invincible youre as guilty as he is" that line is kind of. like you can kind of tell centrists wrote it

"he was unwell" again??? hes literally not

"maybe thats because of what my dad and i did" maybe?????? he literally said that is the exact reason try listening when people talk????????? like maybe mark couldnt hear clearly at the time but during the previous incident when powerplex was on the news mark couldve watched that back. bro

ok i wouldnt go so far as to say "if he hurt people here wouldnt it be my fault" like no other ppls actions arent your fault if you indirectly caused them. but you should have talked to himmmmmmm. use your wordsssss bro

rae is so correct abt everything yessss you matter your own self is important you dont have to die for strangers

if your answer to "are you happy" isnt yes then its no

"i dont get to be happy" damn that is extremely on the nose. i wouldve expected rex to be more repressed about this but maybe its his new post near death experience personality change. also ermmm is this setting up for. yknow. comics readers know

rex bro you can make a new identity its literally not even that hard. read dorley hall. also referring to the rexplode identity as "it" instead of "he" is kind of,,,,, something,,,,,, idk what it is. not being coy or whatever its genuinely only a LITTLE SUBTLY transgender. but it could be more transgender i see it

not only are they kissing they fucking drew rae standing on her toes STOP BEING STRAIGHT. im heterophobic. she should be taller

really bad idea to duct tape an infants mouth. children are rlly susceptible to respiratory failure. ok at least hes taking it off right after

damn it i thought they were finally talking like normal but then the writers just made powerplex suddenly less reasonable. centrists :/

that episode was alright ig. i would say somewhere in the middle in terms of the ranking of season 3 episodes. maybe low middle

[my-meant-to-find-blog]

Peter Parker - One Shot “The Truth”

REQUEST - What about a Peter Parker image, where the reader has a secret and Peter tries to find out what it is, because he likes her and wants to become closer friends. The secret is that she lives in a poor block with lots of criminals, because her parents are poor. Idk just that he finds out and tells her that he doesn't care if she has money or not, because she is still the same person. Angst and fluff pls 😙 (ANON) 

 A/N - Hello beautifulsssssss! I am so sorry this took so long to come out. I won't lie, I’m not 100% happy with it, but I couldn't figure out another way to write it, and it is fluffy and angsty I guess! If you could give me constructive criticism that would be great! Oh and remember, REQUESTS ARE OPENNNNNNNNN! I love you all!

 (F/M) Mentions - Briefly drugs, and a light stabbing.

WORDS - 2059

You pulled at the too short sleeves of the sweatshirt that was just about keeping you warm enough on your walk to school. Keeping your head down you didn’t see the running geek behind you trying to catch up. When the hand grabbed your elbow you froze, used to drunk idiots in your apartment block trying to make passes at you, so seeing the warm gleeful smile of Peter Parker looking down at you felt like a huge relief.

 “Y/N! You live the other side of school? What are you doing this route?” The goofy smile never left his face as the two of you started walking in the direction of the school. But the one that had grown seeing him soon slipped off your face, he’d caught you.

 “Oh-oh-oh you know, stayed at my cousin's last night, he lives this way.” You internally cursed, you knew Peter knew you had no other family in the city, the confusion that crossed his face reflected that notion, but he didn’t press on. Instead, his fingers looped with yours, causing a warm blush to creep across your face as he dragged you into the local cafe to grab some coffee before school like you knew he had started to recently. The emptiness of your pockets felt so heavy as you had to make up some lie about not being thirsty as he ordered his drink, the barista turning to you. Peter only frowned more, as he knew your love of coffee, from all the cups you drank during decathlon training when Mr Harrington offered it from his office.

When the two of you started on your way to school again, you tried to keep your fingers curled up in the sweatshirt, to stay warm, but they kept slipping out, it being too physically short. Without saying anything, Peter passes you his coffee, saying he didn’t want it anymore, watching carefully as you silently let out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the cup hit your fingertips. Without realising it, he found himself watching you closely for the rest of the walk as you sipped silently, the coffee hampering the hunger pains just enough. Peter could see something wasn’t right, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but first, he needed to get closer to you.

 “Y/N, I was wondering if we could catch a movie sometime?” Peter found himself stuttering out, blushing immediately as he realised what he had said, the romantic nature of it, but the excitement that filled him instantly at the thought, made him grin. He’d like a date with you.

 “I-I-I can’t Peter.” You whispered, your voice cracking with sadness. Your huge crush on Peter was getting to the painful stage now, but you knew he would leave you the second he found out you were living a lie. He would never speak to you again, and that would mean Ned and MJ too, and you would be left all alone again.

 “Oh, yeah that’s okay, maybe another time.” The small sad smile that flashed across his face didn’t go unnoticed by you as you went back to sipping his coffee, trying not scream out how much you wanted to date him. The rest of the walk to school was silent, but it was no longer comfortable between you, Peter trying to get you to look at him, your eyes glued to the pavement in front of you. The second you walked into school, you slipped away into the crowds, leaving a sad Peter Parker to go find Ned before his first class.

 The lunch bell signalled it was time for you to hide in the library, where no one would question you not eating anything more than the free fruit that was available one per student every morning, and drinking from the reusable water bottle you carried with you everywhere. You stuck your nose into the book deeper, ignoring the growls of your stomach as you tried to read. The bag of Dorito’s that fell on the pages made you squeak in surprise, looking up to see MJs retreating figure leaving the library, never once looking back at you. It had become a regular occurrence for her to leave you little snacks. Neither of you ever acknowledged it, but somehow she knew, but she never pressed it, for which you were thankful. You ripped into the bag and all but sucked them up, there has been less than normal food in the fridge, that you had packed for your mum's lunch, knowing how stressed she’d been recently.

 Decathlon wasn’t on this afternoon, so you headed out of school ready to take your long walk home. Walking in the opposite direction of your home for 20 minutes every day really tired you out, but you couldn’t face the truth, not as you walked past everyone with the latest Stark phone, or the expensive makeup palettes girls held touching up their make-up, or even the Starbucks they frequently walked around with. There was no way you could ever afford it, but you needed to keep up a level of pretending, so saying you lived in the nice part of the city, was enough to keep people off your back. So, you pulled your sleeves down once again, the temperature had dropped more, as you started your 1hr round trip, dreaming of Peter Parker in your head as you walked, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Never once seeing a red and blue figure fly over ahead, watching you curiously walk home.

 Peter knew he was spying, using Spiderman for his own personal reasons, a morally wrong thing to do. But he was so drawn to you, he couldn’t help himself. So when you started walking down a dark alley and turning back on yourself, a few blocks later, his curiosity peaked. You walked all the way back past the school, albeit a few blocks over, and started towards the end of the city, few students of the school lived. The further you walked, the more the hairs on the back of Peters' neck stood on end, he knew it was dangerous around here. Tony and May regularly told him to not patrol these streets, so seeing you walk father down them, caused his heart to sink. He didn’t have to have enhanced hearing to hear the chattering of your teeth, the long walk in the winter freezing you to the core. He shook his head softly, about to turn around, to give you the privacy of your home, the overwhelming guilt of what he was doing became too much when he heard your scream.

 Looking back down at the streets below, your body had disappeared as he heard your screams again, when he found you in an alleyway, being cornered by 3 men twice your size. If Peter had seen the knife one of them was holding, he might have called Tony for back up, but not seeing it, only the terror that struck your face, he soon swung into action, webbing two of them up before they could touch you.

 “Y/N RUN!” Without realising it he screamed your name, in his Spiderman suit, the confusion of why Spiderman knew your name, freezing you before you had a chance to run, distracting Peter enough, he didn’t see the man running up behind him, stabbing him in the thigh before running off.

 Watching Spiderman fall to his feet in front of you, was a sight you would never erase from your head, as you ran to support him, the confusion of him knowing your name fleeing from your thoughts. Without thinking you pulled off your thin sweatshirt, leaving you in ae eve thinner shirt, tying the sweatshirt around his thigh to help slow the bleeding.

 “M-my apartment is in that building, i-i-t’ll be warmer to wait there, for an ambulance.” You didn’t want to also admit you didn’t have a phone to this superhero, in your arms, that you’d have to go home to be able to call help for him. You watched the red-masked man briefly nod at you, as you helped him up all his weight leaning on you as you walked him into the building. You were so caught up in attending to your hero, you didn’t see the masked man take in the drug needles across the stairs as you walked up, the torn wallpaper and gunshots in the wall, as you fumbled for your keys to your apartment, the only clean door in the building.

 Peter could barely breathe, and not from the searing pain in his leg. His advanced healing was already fixing the wound that was barely seeping now. No, he couldn’t breathe as he saw the circumstances of which you lived, the barely furnished apartment, was somehow colder than outside, the numerous blankets around the tiny room attesting to the fact this was common. Peter looked up at you behind his mask you gently helped him down onto the sofa, rushing to the small Nokia phone on the corner.

 “Don’t call an ambulance!” He barely got out before you pressed dial on the phone, your terrified face whipping to look at him as if he was crazy.

 “You need help, Sir, you saved my life and got hurt!” You could feel yourself shaking, not only from the cold now, but the adrenaline that was almost pushing you into a state of shock. You watched your hero move his hand to his mask and go to pull it off, but you found yourself stopping him.

 “Don’t feel like you need to show me your face, you keep your identity secret on purpose, I’m not worth knowing your secret.” You whispered gently sitting beside him going to push the mask back down his face, but his hands were stronger and you were soon looking into familiar eyes.

 “PETER?!?!” Clamping your hand over your mouth you shot up in surprise, guilty-looking eyes looking up to meet you shocked ones.

 “Y/N, love, I can explain.”

 “T-that’s how you knew my name…” You were violently shaking now, about to go into shock, before Peter pulled you into his arms wrapping the closest blanket around the both of you as he softly told you the story of how he became Spiderman, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly, his melodic voice and touch gently calming you back down.

 “So how did you find me?” Your eyes flickered around your flat, an overwhelming sense of panic now hitting you once again as you realised he knew where you lived.

 “I-I followed you. Please Y/N know I didn’t mean it creepily. But something was just telling me that something wasn’t right, and I was worried and I just started following you…I understand if you hate me. But why did you lie Y/N? I thought you lived near Ned and Flash? Why didn’t you tell us you lived here?” You looked up expecting to see the disgust in his eyes, why wouldn’t he be disgusted when he saw how you lived? But all you saw when you looked up was warmth and kindness, and a slight note of sadness, as he took in your thin cheekbones as if for the first time with a new light.

 “I didn’t want you to hate me.” You couldn’t stop your voice from breaking as a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you explained how you had gotten into Midtown on scholarship, and how your Mum worked 3 jobs to try and look after the two of you, but it was barely enough. “I understand you want to go now, I won’t stop you.” You said heartbroken as you stood up expecting Peter to dart out of the door, but the soft hand pulling you back down shocked you, but when soft lips pressed yours, you were literally thrown you off your feet with surprise.  

 When Peter finally pulled away for air, he grinned at the blush that spread across your cheeks. ‘I could never hate you, your home doesn’t determine who you are. All I see is a fearless, beautiful lady who is the smartest person I have ever met. Just don’t tell MJ.” He winks at you before pulling you in for a kiss after kiss after kiss.

 Maybe you could get used to this.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie, Bronson, Charlie & Bea

Ronnie: I'm going on a run Ronnie: who wants? Bronson: My stash is depleted for some unknown reason 🤔 please stock me up Charlie: Ooh, new year new you babe? Charlie: couch to 5k is it aspirational af 😍 Bea: ✋ me Ronnie: fuck off i just dont need you pussies crying when you can't scav my gear Ronnie: what'll it be princess? the usual Charlie: c'mon, we've always shared everything, nothing is your own #carekidlife Bronson: Ha! That'll be why the lock on my door never sticks Bea: yep, not decided to get heavily into crack since we last spoke, just lots of amphetamines in any form you find 'em, tah, got exams coming up Ronnie: Shame Ronnie: reckon I'd like you more on the hard shit Charlie: just in case you missed the old place, man, giving you that nostalgia for when you had to padlock anything that wasn't bolted to the floor 😜 Bronson: Good times! 😀 Bea: Shame I'm not trying to be your type then, I guess Bea: soz darling, spoken for ��� Charlie: Truly, missing that tenner a week pocket money, LUXURY! Ronnie: fucking am Ronnie: pissing jobcentre Bronson: I'll add it to your tab if you're desperate as Charlie: gotta learn to play their game, babe Charlie: not throw the board in a hissy Ronnie: 🖕 doss cunts Bea: catch me here fanning myself with sweet, sweet debt for future me to give a shit about Bronson: I'll wipe it out if you use some to keep me sweet Bea: sweet enough sugar 😘 Bea: but forreal, if you could manage that I would be your sugar mama for LIFE 🙏 Bronson: It's student loans not the feds Bronson: Easy peasy Bea: true, like all branches of the gov, pretty fucking useless Bea: but I'm an immigrant as far as they concerned so they treat me SO good 😋 Bronson: Same, but we can always stretch our hands out a little further Ronnie: To jack it and pat yourself on the back at the same time, yeah? Ronnie: calm it down Bronson: New year, new look too! Green looks ace with black 😄 Bea: Clearly do not have natural rhythm Ronnie, that's really not that difficult Bea: You're not a drummer, are you? 😕 Ronnie: get off my tits all of yous Ronnie: do you want gear or nah? Bronson: 🤐 Bea: I thought you'd already gone tbh Ronnie: not trying to score that weak gay shit Ronnie: hitting up a more reliable source like Charlie: rude, i'm RIGHT here Ronnie: are you even gay fitzy? always in my pussy lad Bronson: 😷 Bea: 🤢 Charlie: idk, ask ur man 💖 Ronnie: that'll be why me and Bron's dads did a bunk Bronson: Get yourself locked up at the same time just for the d, did you? Romantic Charlie: if the porn n the stereotypes n the rate of STIs are anything to go by...love is in the air always in cell block h Ronnie: princess'll have some handcuffs to get you on your way to that good loving Bea: 🚿🧠 anyone got any bleach? Bea: Charlie isn't worth the 💰 use cable ties, more authentic Bronson: 99 🚔 My fingers are on the button....Stop for the love of god Ronnie: Bron can help you out there Fitz Ronnie: 🤓 Bronson: Take that over a thicko label Charlie: Look, babe, know you wanna tie me down forever but do it yourself, don't involve the kid Charlie: 💍 diamond or no D, soz Ronnie: Bring a needle I'll snag a gem Bronson: Don't go there, C, I'm still riding the ear infection wave Bronson: It's been 84 years Ronnie: yeah cause you're a mong that can't turn an earring Bronson: In my defense I was a legit child Bea: nothing screams low-class like stabbing your friends for the bants Charlie: and i already scream homo loudly enough, don't need another reason to be hate crime-d, a thank you Bronson: If I didn't know you I'd guess bisexual Bronson: You can have that for free Charlie: what a smooth-talker! thanks babe 💖 Charlie: and if i didn't know you, i'd guess you were trying to see my dongle Bronson: Been there, repressed the trauma o that Ronnie: get a fucking room benders Charlie: why you being so homophobic when we all know how bad you want on princess? cliche stuck in the closet much Bea: shut up Ronnie: in your wet dreams Charles Ronnie: fuck off Charlie: oh the delicious tension Charlie: too much for either to bear Ronnie: I know where she's been Ronnie: fuck that Ronnie: like you wish you could gayboy Bronson: Wait, you fancy Fraze, Charlie? Ha Bea: Bron can you not encourage either of them Bea: thanks Bronson: Sorry my mind's just blown I thought he was out of his straight boy phase Charlie: What? Its a compliment for you, he's adorable, why else would you be with him? Ronnie: they're both annoying cunts Ronnie: match made Charlie: and never out of that phase, bro 😍 #daddyissues Bea: get his name out of your mouth bitch Ronnie: oi get your mouth off his dick Fitzgerald you heard her Ronnie: princess is raging like Ronnie: when your mans a slag and youre a prude Bea: As if Bea: Only one McKenna fucked up to go near you Bea: #singletear Charlie: Children, enough Ronnie: Bron do that final 9 she's going off 😂 Bronson: Walking away Bea: know you're hard up but as per we're all funding you getting your rocks off so run along and do it, no need to bore me trying to get your kicks Ronnie: know youre a snobby cunt but I don't work for you Bea: you don't work for anyone, not even JC gonna fund your lack of a life Ronnie: 🖕 mad cause I don't need reddies to fund myself Bea: yeah fuming Bea: if only I'd have thought of selling my body, wouldn't even NEED to be at cambs rn omg Ronnie: nailed it Bea: 😂 Bea: whodathunkit Bea: talking to the cure for cancer stuck inside a waster here Bea: and I'm the snob, okay Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: devvo like Bea: We can tell Bea: you don't need to shout about it, you've got the energy of a walking wasteland Ronnie: can't wait until you take some more speed and get more smug Bea: Right? Bea: Must sting, better only getting better Bea: why don't you get something to numb the pain- Ronnie: let you know how it feels when the lads come up Bronson: A rare compliment, you hitting it already? Ronnie: you'll have your share calm the fuck down Charlie: i don't want any, i'm busy Charlie: glad you all noted my silence, feel so listened to usually! hmpf Ronnie: so now you're a little bitch too Ronnie: fuck's sake Bronson: PARTY TIME, am I right? Really in the mood now thanks everyone Charlie: who's in who's pussy, dollface? Charlie: keep your shirt on, Bro 😂 got enough with the two angry feminists here Charlie: I've got previous plans, if you're really so hurt, you can save me some, no? Whaddya mean that'd hurt more? 😏 Bea: you're alright, I personally rather you weren't there, suits me 😘 Bronson: Shirts already off, too late 😜 Bea: Standard 👌 Charlie: you big man whore Charlie: when i'm not around to be predatory, too, tuttut Bronson: I'd wilt under your stare, you know you aren't missing out Charlie: our beautiful wallflower Charlie: I bagsy being a red rose, lil trashy but iconic Bronson: Thorn in our sides Bronson: accepted Bea: Nice one, babe Bea: i'll be an orchid, because i'm beautiful, ornamental and high-maintenance Bea: getting in there before any of you fucks can Charlie: though your silence IS noted, wonwon Charlie: don't be cross at me 😘 Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: you're not the only one who's busy Ronnie: got a dick in my mouth too like Charlie: such a skilled multitasker Charlie: teach me your ways Bronson: in private please Bronson: not a lesson I want to learn Bea: we're not living in that teen movie Ronnie: On my way Bea: 👍 getting cash out, meet you there Bronson: Doors on the latch

Bea: Morning sweetness 😴 Bea: manage to recover your good vibe/night? Bronson: is it? 😪 Bronson: Until now it wasn't too bad Bronson: Do you get to say the same or is it pure suffering? Bea: Wow, when you hit bae up with that morning text and he's like day=ruined 😰 thought we was forever 😉 Bea: Decided to get off with someone around the same time I lost track of yous, so it was fucking awful, don't tell me you coulda told me that Bronson: It's only the comedown I wanna dump you're welcome to come and nap 💗 Bronson: Not to be that know it all Bea: Molly's such a cruel, cruel mistress, she wants you to miss her when she's gone 💁 Bea: Poor bubba, better than waking up next to that pushy bitch from last night though, Jesus, what was her damage? Bea: I reckon he'd actually gone out and had his drunken kebab and THEN PAID TO GET BACK IN Bea: No sir, not alright Bea: Why do I bother? Bronson: But I'm shamelessly smitten, only girl for besides present company like Bronson: Whatever it is she's not the first or last sufferer Bronson: Thanks for the bail out and sorry I wasn't there to do the same with kebab Kev Bea: N'awwh 💞 glad I hold more appeal than Tina, don't need to be going down that route Bea: It's an epidemic! Basic bitches who can't get a man willing, yeah take that out on innocent onlookers who ain't buying and talk about how your ex ain't shit for being a creepy letch Bea: We see you sweets 💅 Bea: Any time, even if you weren't there to take that donner breath bullet Bea: I'd never ask that of anyone, even Ronnie, though she'd brag about not being arsed, I'm sure 😂 Bronson: Next time I'll carry gum and throw it at whoever you deem worthy Bronson: Give me the nod Bronson: It was all over her socials like we had a good night together until I got there first Bronson: Rather take out Tina and all her mates Bea: as if you don't already Bea: if only little miss would-be-rapist knew that strong jawline was from gurning up a storm 😉 Bea: not so sexy now Bronson: there's nothing in my pockets I'm just pleased to see you Bronson: Seriously though, some of those selfies had to go for that unflattering reason alone taking into account none of her other antics Bronson: I looked a state Bea: 😂 not fallen for that one before but i'll make an exception for you boo Bea: catch me in my duvet cocoon, please don't look at me 'cos same Bea: I dread to think Bea: kept off my accounts for that reason and many more, some of us have reputations to uphold, skank Bronson: want me to check Bronson: clean up the carnage Bronson: Then brunch, your treat Bea: please Bea: roleplay my IT bitch and I'll be feeling my boss best in time for a liquid lunch Bea: will have to damage control my face first, enjoy watching me lovingly whilst I turn a -2 to an 11 Bronson: Never get bored of staring at you, you know that Bronson: Make my hair great again Bronson: Thanks Bea: when you shoulda been Trump's campaign manager 😕 Bea: sort the weave, clean up that twitter Bea: what a wonderful world it coulda been Bronson: Last night proves I can't stop him pussy grabbing Bronson: Need you for that one Bea: This pussy bites back 😼 Bea: its not your fault, girls like that, if you tell her to fuck off, and rightly so, it'd be made like YOU were being a prick to her Bea: gotta bullshit these hoes sometimes, tis the only way Bronson: Or playing hard to get...they fire that one at me loads Bronson: 😦 Bea: 🤢 gross Bea: got that one myself a fair few times, when I'm not being accused of being a prude by Ronaldo, hilariously Bea: People are the worst Bea: 'cept us Bronson: It's only because she likes you Bronson: Flattering, isn't it? Bronson: Being called broken is my fave Bronson: "Who hurt you?" You are right now, fuck off before you get a slap yourself to feel the pain of Bea: Wouldn't that just be the perfect solution in their simplistic little world? If only Bea: Save myself the feelings of disgust not brought on by kebab breath Bea: Though, if you think that that's love coming from Ron, then you do have an answer to their riddle right there, not real but the masses'll take one look at her and buy it 😜 Bronson: No arguments here Bronson: Your socials are sparkling now so that's real comfort to take Bea: 💖 yay Bea: the world never need know Bea: as long as I didn't drunk dial or text Fraze, this day is looking up, tah babes Bronson: Not to be a know it all again so quick Bronson: but I'm going to go ahead and guess the answer to that one Bea: BITCH DON'T KILL MY VIBE Bea: I'm sure I'd have angry ranting in my inbox if I had Bea: or a passive indirect on the socials, come across one perchance smartiepants? Bronson: Might've Bronson: I'll spare you Bea: Noooooooooooooooooooo Bea: Coulda had it all Bea: Really sours my Bloody Mary Bea: Fuck sake, now he's going to think I FUCKED kebab kev and enjoyed it meanwhile I sit here virginal and scrubbing my mouth out with soap Bea: How's this game fair again, please remind me Bronson: It isn't Bronson: But I can't tell you to stop playing Bronson: All yours Bea: you're meant to be a superwhizkid Bea: can't you think up a strategy so I win Bronson: Thinking cap is on Bronson: Because my hair still looks shit as much as Bea: I'll fix your barnet Bea: Between you and Charlie, honestly Bea: Never known boys like it 😂 Bea: blatant lie, have you seen how particular Fraze is but he doesn't really have much hair to be stylin' so Bronson: 👴 awkward Bea: you fool Bea: not like that 😂 Bea: though I'll keep it in my backpocket for when we inevitably row later Bea: #malepatternbaldnessBITCH Bronson: Freebie to kick your day off right again Bea: if you refuse to tell me what to do, could you use your skillz for good at least and fucking disable my phone when i'm fucked Bronson: Last time I tried you tried to fight me like Bea: Look, I didn't say it was a task for the fainthearted 😉 Bea: and yes, you would be the first to succeed too Bea: but if anyone can, its my man 😘 Bronson: Ego boost before eggs Bronson: Whoa Bronson: Today is looking up Bea: Gotta keep you sweet with all the bitching I'll no doubt do at brunch Bea: such a Carrie move, like no one cares bitch, write it in your column or books or...what did she even write? Or was she just monologuing at her computer, like all been there babe but don't act like its buying you all that designer Bronson: Her real true love was that laptop Bronson: Solved it Bea: 😲 Bea: but Mr. Big Bea: clue in the name Bronson: Could be his wallet Bronson: explain the designer gear Bea: Exactly Bea: Just my type Bronson: I'd go in for it if I can spend and send him the receipts Bea: you must be aware there are websites for that Bea: get on it boy Bronson: It all gets too sexual for my tastes Bea: set out boundaries Bea: different strokes for different folks Bea: i'm SURE there's a millionaire out there that just wants to chat Bronson: 🤔 There's enough fighting off advances in the club Bronson: Shelving that until millionaires become good people Bea: not bad people by default Bea: just a bad system they profit from more than you Bronson: Getting deep in here Bronson: Truth though Bea: real talk take #2 Bea: where do you think charlie was last night? and who or what was he doing? Bronson: Good questions that I have no answer to Bronson: If he had a job we'd all know Bea: I need to know, suspense is killing me Bea: I didn't think anything beat drugs in his book Bea: somewhat encouraging? Bronson: You could ask but I doubt you'd get far enough into the real Bronson: It is Bronson: Boy's growing up? Bea: Full of the #bants them two Bronson: Since day 1 Bronson: I'm coming to get you, Barbara Bronson: Ready yourself Bea: *falls over gravestones like a dumb bitch* Bea: i'm good to go and looking fly Bronson: I'll do the coded knock Bronson: Made up rn Bea: Helpful Bronson: That's my thing Bronson: Soon, my love, soon

[leggylegs]

For your not-Valentine thingy in regards to Plant Food. Maybe one of the scenes where Ed and Oz are hunkered down in their bedroom at Wayne Manor. I'd imagine it'd be pretty domestic, or they'd be taking the piss out of Jim. Or Zsasz skulking about somewhere. Or Alfred's POV could really be something, is there anything that man has not seen? Is this how it works? Idk, haha.

I went with Zsasz, so here, for the first time, his POV:

Thisis probably one of those times where waking up in an unfamiliar placeisn’t a problem, but he can’t really figure out why-wait, yeah,that’s right. Bat kid’s place. Pennyworth let him sleep here. Heshould really thank that guy. This kind of hospitality is pretty damnunusual nowadays.

Hesits up and stares at the door. Five bucks says it’s locked.Probably a good call.

Hestretches, twists, and grunts. The hell did he do-? Stabbed. He wasstabbed. He should really start writing all this shit down.

Zsaszlooks down at the gauze and frowns at the red patch in the center.That’s probably a bad sign.

Heshrugs and cracks his neck, stands, and tosses his jacket and shirtaside. They ‘re bloody anyway, and way too formal. Next time he’srequesting sweatpants. No one suspects the guy in sweatpants is a hitman. Nothing wrong with being comfortable on the job.

Zsaszstares up at the camera in the corner, and waves, and he was honestlyhoping for it to move or something like a nod, but no, not his day,so he sighs and goes back to the mattress to lie down.

Hecan’t even do crunches like this. “Well this sucks.”

And,added bonus, he’s starving.Pennyworth better get with the hospitality and let him out for somebreakfast.

“Isthis going to be a breakfast in bed thing? He asks the camera, “oram I free to roam?”

Doesthat camera even pick up sound? Looks like there’s a mic orsomething. “If I want to be ignored I’ll go visit Gang.”

“Ifyou can be patient,” a voice (Pennyworth) from a speaker says,“I’ll be escorting you tot he main level of the Manor.”

“Soundsgood,” he replies. “Say, do you have coffee?”

-

“You’resimilar in stature to Master Bruce so these will have to do,”Pennyworth says as he hands over some lazy day clothes. “We’regoing to get your side stitched back up shortly, but I wouldrecommend a shower before Miss Kyle restitches your wound.”

Yeah,he can get behind that. He nods, and follows Pennyworth down the halltowards a bathroom, and when they arrive he says, “do try torefrain from doing anything idiotic or regretful, Mr. Zsasz.”

“Nopromises.” He smiles, and he gets nothing outof the guy. “Don’t have much of a sense of humor do you.”

“Thingsaren’t exactly humorous at the moment, Mr. Zsasz.”

“Causeyou’re kind of babysitting me right?”

“BecauseMaster Bruce is still missing, Mr. Zsasz. Because as we speak yourboss is recoveringfrom being impaled, soyou’ll have to forgive me if I’m not incredibly jolly at themoment.”

Zsasznods to himself. “Well, s’not your fault.”

Alfredstares him down, then he shakes his head. “One can always be moreprepared, Mr. Zsasz.” He isdefinitely not happyright now. “I think youshould get yourself washed up.”

“Can’tbe ready for everything,” he calls back as he enters the bathroom.“So are you ignoring that part where I asked about coffee or wasthat a no?”

Silence.He shrugs. He’s not going to drink it in the shower or anything.What kind of person does that?

(Hedoes. And there’s something very satisfying from being warmed upinside and out.)

Bathroom’sbig. He whistles and looks at the marble sinks, the gilded mirrors,and the tile patterns on the floor. Someone payed big bucks for thisbathroom and he is appreciative. He strips, removes the bandages fromhis torso, and hops into the large stall shower, fiddling with thehandles until a warm stream comes out of the shower head on theceiling. “Nice,” he says, and he closes his eyes for a minute.Once he’s warmed up he looks around the stall again and finds ascreen embedded in one of the walls, waterproofed from the looks ofit, and after a few exploratory taps he grins as music fills thesmall space. “Oh I knew BW wouldn’t let me down.”

He’dforgotten just how great private showers are. Forget breakfast (wellnot really his stomachis actually starting to hurt) he could really just stand here allday. He pumps some body wash out of a dispenser on the wall andstarts getting clean.

Ohfuck he forgot how much soap stings in wounds holy shit. Hemight sit in here abit longer, just until thatlittle inconvenience takes care of itself.

-

“Can’tbelieve I agreed to do this,”Cat mutters as she sterilizes a needle. “You better not get pissedat me when this hurts.”

“Deal,”he tells her, and he grimaces as she touches near the wound. “Ilied.”

“Don’tfuck around with me right now,” she growls, glaring down at him. Helooks back at the ceiling instead of at her scowl, just incase a few less than important mental filters decide to shut off.

“Mightnot be,” he says, shrugging. “Are you going through bone?” Heshouts when she touches him again. “If feels like you’re tryingto.”

“Willyou just chill out?” She sighs, and he watches her hold her armsout, beseeching. Maybe she’s hoping this will summon Pennyworth.“Do I need Alfred to hold your hand or something?”

“Nah,”he waves her off. “I could go for some headphones. Maybe a littlemusic.”

“Fine,whatever, just don’t move,okay? I already started.”

“Noshit?” He looks down at the needle, and huffs. That’s prettyfunny. “Thought you were just torturing me.”

“Stay,”she calls back as she leaves.

“Bringcoffee!” he shouts back. “Someone’s got to listen to that oneof these days.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Ugh. Avoid me.

Ok some old looking high school principal looking perv says he wasn't perving on me, he wanted me to help him pick out cologne like i would do for on3 3 of my kids

I can see it

But if you want me to pick out perfume for you then why you asking about my man?

Keep it to one thing, i dont go shopping to run away from grown gray haired men, get asked about my social life, or pick out perfume for grown ass men I didn't go to the store with

He didn't say anything about sniffing a scent till he asked why i was running which was actually just shopping.

And he was in the check out right next to me, he couldn't be all ma'am sniff this for me and tell me if its alright.

Alright I ain't sniffing anything anyways. No telling what it is if it even came from the store.

But hes lying. Or just dumb.

I done seen Stewart already. Gained about 50 pounds and walking. Sweating into the gas station I had got cigars at.

So no telling what trash was on the street.

.....

So im out there and people are freaking out!! And I'm all not even cause i know they are cowards although I can hear their fake ass sounding shots like a mile away.

And i can feel stabbing all over my neck and chest and legs, cause stewart likes to stab people with needles.

But then i felt this heat on my leg, on my left thigh. Idk why. So who ever your dumb ass is, i can guarantee you dont want me to remember.

Stewie your fat ass needs to walk where I'm not.

Pervert de perfume keep your words and limbs to yourself.

And what ever fuck tard thinks hes got the courage then use it. Quit worrying people and being a wimp ass little bitch.

Do you think i care you're all in the yard making noise? I don't. But I would love for you to be arrested. Dont forget, we can text 911 now, you would never even hear it.

I just wait till you can be caught. So keep it up. This was your first mistake. Your second will be dealt with immediately.

I was sitting right there. There was no where for me,to,run.,you already know that.

So its obvious you're a coward.

A perv.

Annoying.

So fuck off.

You know you're nothing but trash and even I, a handicapped person, out classes you.

I don't own a gun. I killed my mom with a bottle of shampoo once. EMT brought her back. The military said i used 800 pounds of pressure, while naked in the shower, to bust her head open. Cause I looked up and she was just standing there staring at me.

It was right after we moved in this house. So yall all know about that, and yall know i didn't lift weights or anything

So thats why you coward and harass.

One day.... The next time. No one is dialing 911 if i have to smash cell phones and cut phone lines myself.

You wanna fuck with me? I got a 15 inch broomstick that loves a good romp in the ass.

So come back a 3rd time.

Report that i said this. I don't even care. Cause uh #FBI already saw your pathetic dumpster ass