#char: miguel o’hara

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miguel: status report on Miles Morales?

Hobie: target has been taken out

Miguel: very goo-

Hobie: it was a lovely restaurant. candle lit dinner. he proposed at the end of it, my last name is morales now

[spiderman2-99]

Happy Election Day, Miguel! Let’s hope we don’t vote for someone who will screw us over as president 🤞

Good luck. I nearly forgot your dimension’s politics are a complete train-wreck.

[yourcharateraigirly]

What is up with Character AI right now: what do you mean I have to wait 58 minutes so I can rizz up my 9th Miguel O’Hara bot?

[spiderman2-99]

For a moment, all Miguel can do is stare at the holoscreen. Seems being slightly vague in texting is a dimensional constant with being Miguel O’Hara.

“Twice? Something happen?”

Okay, sue him, this Miguel is a bit of a strung-out wreck at the moment. (Anyone would be after chasing raccoons out of his office and dealing with a downed AI finally coming back to life)

“Didn’t have a reason outside of… curiosity. I suppose.”

The other versions of him he’s seen across the multi-verse… didn’t amount to much. The lot of them either became like Tyler Stone— greedy, power-hungry, corporate elites— or like George O’Hara— absolute nobodies who dealt with being nobodies in the worst ways possible.

As far as Miguel knew, the variant from TRN-1042 was the only other exception; look what happened to him.

(Some days, he wonders how close he is to turning out like apparently every other version of himself. If he were a little worse off mentally, he’d believe whatever blabber about his fate being enshrined in the fabric of reality itself; doomed to turn out like the people he despised.)

Until now, at least.

He hits the send button and busies himself with paperwork so as not to go down yet another long-winding mental rabbit hole about what this could all mean— if he can glean a meaning at all.

Another me. Haven't seen one of those in a while. Much less one who took up the mantle.

"I took it up twice, actually. Can't seem to separate myself from it." A gig that he never asked for, nor was obligated to keep up, the wish to help had won out against doing nothing at all. "What brings you here?"

[cherryredstars]

HELLO BABE !!

just wanted to say CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS/CHERRYS

Umm I just wanted to request something hmm oh yea I saw an firefighter!Miguel

so firefighter!Miguel x bookworm!Reader (fem) miguel ohara age: 32,reader age :29

(reader appearance: wears big circles glasses and usual wear oversized shirts or hoodie,and baggy pants)

Where reader was reading one of the newest book she find interesting in the huge library she come almost everyday if not working,as she sitting down in her usual spot in the library,no ones knows who put the fire,or how the fire come inside the library,as she didn't notice the fire coming,if it wasn't for miguel saving her life (reader was the one last surviver),the only thing she saw was him,and how he voice helped her through the fire,even when she thought she was going to die,she woke up in an hospital bed,the nurses said that miguel Ohara was the one who saved her,and after that she at least wanted to give him something for saving him,at first he was rude and bit annoyed by her,and telling her to leave and that he was other things that more important,but that didn't stop the poor bookworm! Reader,she would come to the firefighter place a d give them sweets and others,but she could give miguel an special hand craft scarf for him with his logo,he just grabbed it and went to his firefighters dorm room ( i just learned that firefighters have their own dorm room like their own section for them),she was an happy that he becoming more open with her,little by little miguel becoming more comfortable with his little bookworm,enjoying when she speaks about the latest series of her favorite author,loving her voice when she reads him her favorite books to him,when he get the chance too,his close friend notice that this 6'9 gaint seem to be more eager to come to work,and if you looked at his eyes there an spark in his eyes,whenever he see you with that cheerful smile

IDK I wanted an fluff but AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1K and also I fine with waiting however you like for this one,this was just an thought lingering in my head,if you want you could put this into an fic 😅

ANYWAY HAVE AN GREAT DAY

Pairing: Firefighter!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fires and Hospitals

Summary: Food is a way to a man’s heart, they say. 

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

They say it was caused by a sparking outlet. 

A collection of those hot sparks strong enough to catch on the worn down fibers of the carpet, traveling along the floor and building on the glossy wooden shelves and aged pages of paper. Pages and binding glue and wood charring and giving off heavy exhaust. Creating heat that felt like you were nearing the sun naked. The rundown building and its almost non-existent sprinkler system was no match for the roaring fire. 

You hadn’t seen it, too absorbed over the inked pages to notice the hazy cloud making its way to the back of the library. Your headphones playing soft tones just loud enough to block out the sound of panicked steps from the very few patrons studying in the late hours. It wasn’t until the smoke started to thicken, a sputtering cough leaving your lips. You had ignored the first few coughs, massaging your throat to try to soothe it of the sudden ache and dryness. Until it wouldn’t stop, a difficulty to breath started to build in your lungs as your arm came around your nose and mouth. 

The smoke had swirled menacingly above you, a sense of clueless panic embodying your frame as an orange glow started to burn your way. You had looked frantically for a way out, finding it almost impossible in the darkening smog. You were sure you were done for, tears building up in your eyes from either the smoke or your fear. You were on the verge of passing out, knees buckling when a strong arm had wrapped around you and picking up your body effortlessly. Your vision had started to blur and darken at the edges, finally giving in when the first burst of fresh air entered your lungs. 

When you had woken up at the hospital, you were glad to find you had only inhaled too much smoke. You were cleared quickly, discharged with a teasing warning to not get too lost in your books again and a small scolding about how lucky you were that the local fire department captain was there to save you. You had bashfully thanked them, already forming a plan in your head to pay back the brave firemen for saving you. 

You had showed up a few days later, nervously holding a tray of baked sweetness. A kind fireman had guided you inside, bringing you to the small department kitchen to place the tray down. The firemen had thanked you graciously for the sweets, making jokes that you should get caught up in fires more often if this was their thanks. You had laughed along kindly, getting swept up in conversation with some of the younger men until someone had called out the word captain. 

You had quickly looked over, seeing a tanned skin giant. He had a furrowed brow, his thick hair slightly messed up from his helmet. His eyes had instantly darkened when he had seen you start to approach. You had grown shy over his attention, muttering out a small thanks for rescuing you. His jaw had ticked then before going into rant about how irresponsible you were, how you should be more observant about your surroundings. A flaming flush had overcome your face as the rest of the crew had stopped their idle chatting at the sound of their chief’s booming voice. You had fidgeted nervously, pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie and resisting the urge to reach up and adjust your glasses as everyone watched you get chewed out. 

When he was done, you had meekly agreed and added in a softer tone that you had left some homemade treats in the little kitchenette for him and the rest of the crew. He had instantly felt bad, here he was (rightfully) repriming you like a five year old when all you wanted to do was give your thanks and give the underappreciated firefighters something good to lighten up their day. He didn’t get the chance to apologize when the firefighter who had brought you in gently guided you back out. Miguel had to stop himself from snapping at his second in command when he had passed by with a pat on the shoulder and a little ‘ try be a little nice to the public, yeah?’

He had gotten that chance the next week, when you had come over during lunch time. He had been in his office, looking up from his paperwork when hurried steps ran down the hall. He had been curious, thinking he might have missed an alarm. He had followed the excited recruits, finding himself in the kitchenette where you had stood at the table. You stood with a wide smile, making quick conversation as you dished out plates of lasagna. It was still steaming, and plate after plate found its way into your hands to be served some Italian heaven. Miguel’s stomach rumbled at the mouth watering aroma, hesitantly grabbing his own plate and following the lineup. When he had reached you, your smile dimmed a bit before returning. You had shyly filled his plate, earning a small thanks from him before he went to find a spot to enjoy his food. 

He had finally gotten his chance to apologize as you were beginning to pack up, stacking your now empty trays on top of each other and trying to not let them drop as you made your way to your car. Miguel was quick to follow after you, grabbing some of the trays for you and helping you place them in the trunk of your car. He had apologized for his behavior quietly under his breath, adding a thanks for the treats this week and last week. The smile you had given him made his heart skip slightly, standing there as your car drove away. 

From then on, it became routine. Every week you would come with something new to feed the large firefighters, befriending the city heroes with home cooked meals and sweets. Everytime Miguel heard the rush of footsteps outside his dorm or office, his head would perk up and he found himself discarding whatever he was doing to go to the kitchen. On lazy days after you finished serving out the food, Miguel would sit with you at the table. He would let you drone on about your day or a book you were reading as he filled out paperwork. Even with the work in front of him, he paid every ounce of attention towards you. He would pause when writing, looking up at you to watch the ways your eyes shined or you added emphasis to your words with your hands. He would ask small questions just to prove he was listening, and you would give him an animated response. 

His favorite visit by far was sometime during winter. You had come with jugs of hot chocolate, serving it out to everyone who looked at you like you were Santa Claus. Miguel watched from afar, liking to be the last to be served so he had you all to himself afterwards. You had a gentle smile on your face, asking the recruits how many marshmallows they wanted and if they wanted some peppermint. He was completely enamored by you, the other firemen taking notice of how he was already around the kitchen around the usual time you came each week. 

When he finally came up to you, you had given him a bright smile and served him his drink. The warmth that spread in his chest from the smooth liquid made him sigh out satisfied. He had stood with you, making quiet conversation as you finished loading the heavy jugs. As you were about to leave, you suddenly perked up. You excitedly go to the passenger seat of your car, a small bounce in your steps as you hide something behind your back.

“Close your eyes Migs.”

He instantly followed your soft command, his body sparking when your soft hands grabbed his own. Something soft and delicate is placed into his open palm and he closes his fist around it when you let go. He slowly opens his eyes, thumb rubbing against the soft knitting. His heart practically sings when he sees the scarf in his hold. It's the same color as his under uniform, the fire department logo stitched into one end. He gives it a soft squeeze before thanking you, wrapping his arms around your small frame. 

The rest of the day he had a bright aura around him, not even minding the teasing banter the recruits gave him as he slipped the scarf around his neck as they all prepared to go home. 

He simply turned to them with a small smile, shrugging off their chuckles with a: “You’re all just jealous that you don’t have a pretty thing making things for you.”

Last request before the 1K Prompts!

[bluesidez]

My requests are OPEN

(hopefully the sound is still here lol)

Here’s a few rules for this round!!

I’m only writing for Miguel O’Hara for now! (but if you ask nicely and it’s a char I know I might reconsider)

I will write nsfw, sfw, angst, hurt/comfort

I will reject your request if I feel that I can’t do it justice/I am not completely comfortable with writing the subject

I can write for black fem readers, fem readers, plus size readers, curvy readers, and gender neutral readers! You can mix and match it!

You can ask me to post the next part of a previous work that I put out (if you’re really feening for it) OR ask for something completely new 🤠

I ask that you be patient with me!! Some works take longer than others and creativity comes in waves. I may be able to spout out nonsense at rapid speed, but please don’t forget that I am human. I’M JUST A GIRL!

PLEASE DON’T PUT ANYTHING TOO CRAZY IN MY BOX GUYS!

I think that’s it!

The Love Lab is open for testing! 🧪

- Lauro 🩵

[m0ldymushr00mz]

Fandoms I’ll write for + specific characters

♱ Creepypasta

Jeff The killer (obviously 😻😻)

Ben Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ticci Toby

You can request others but It’ll take a bit cuz I’ll have to like intense research 💪

♱ Slashers

Ghostface (Stu + billy)

Micheal Myers (both rob zombie and og)

Leatherface (both of them)

Freddie Kruger

Brahms

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

♱ Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton (I’ll do springtrap too)

Micheal Afton

♱ Southpark (all chars are aged up)

Kyle Brofloviski

Stan Marsh

Kenny McCormick

Randy Marsh

Butters Stotch

♱ Deathnote

Light

L

Misa

If I’m tempted enough I will do ryuk but only if I’m feeling silly

♱ Spooky Month

Literally only Bob

♱ Call of Duty

Ghost

König

♱ Marvel/Dc

Venom

Miguel O’Hara

Loki

Joker

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Batman

♱ Harry Potter/Fbawtft

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamamander

[saenora]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝓒𝓘𝓝𝓔𝓜𝓐͏͏𝓣𝓘𝓒 '𝓨𝓞𝓤'𝓝𝓘𝓥𝓔𝓡𝓢𝓔

ARTISTS’ COLLAB EVENT | closed [ NO DEADLINE ]

[ ♡ ] CELEBRATING ARTSITS’ SHIPS !

To celebrate selfship / oc ship community i have decided to open small collab event for all the artists! it is my first event so i am very excited to share this little idea with everyone.

!! RELEASING SOON IN YOUR NEAREST CINEMAS !!

CO—STARS

@sugurini x gojo — Barbenhiemmer ♡

@mi-soleil x atsumu — First Love ♡

@king-of-dreamers x inumaki — Somewhere in Time ♡

@x-noechi-x x chigiri hyoma — Promise ♡

@deliqwuette x miguel o’hara — The Wedding ♡

@okkotsuus x yuuta okkotsu — Spiderman 2 ♡

@esspeon x izuku — House of the Dragons ♡

@fictionfordays x rin matsouka — The Princess Bride ♡

@saenora x sae itoshi — About You ♡

@mrskenmakozume x reo (Your Name)

@mrskenmakozume x tbd

@ryosami x getou

@ryosami x gojo (Barbie)

!! A MOVIE STARRING YOU + YOUR FAVOURITE(S) !!

you’ve watched that movie/series… you’ve imagined it how its gonna be with you & your favourite… but that idea just always got pushed back! WITH THIS LITTLE EVENT CINEMATIC ‘YOU’NIVERSE I WANT YOU ALL TO BRING THAT IDEA BACK TO LIFE ! A FANTASY SAGA.. LOVE TRIANGLE? KIMI NO NAWA? THERE IS NO LIMIT! MAKE IT AS DRAMATIC AS YOU WANT IT TO BE!

Rules:

open for all ARTISTS. (non followers | followers | mooties). multiple entries are allowed. and all art styles are welcomed from rough - edgy - sketchy to chibi - dreamy - fantasy.. your art style!

ALL SHIPS (SELFSHIP / OC X CANON / CHAR X CHAR) ARE WELCOMED AND NO AGE LIMIT. MULTIPLE / CROSS SELFSHIPS ARE WELCOMED TOO!! NO PROSHIPS.

it can be a movie redraw scene / a movie poster or something a mix of your imagination. sky is the limit!

please make sure you give your movie a title… and add it in the artwork with all the little tiny production details to give it a feel! it can be a previously released movie with you and your faves as the new co-stars or word/phrase of your choice! a small follow up blurb/plot (your choice) is optional but is encouraged to add to the suspense!

there is no deadline for this event for the near future and is open!

tag your artworks with #cinematic.draw and make sure you tag me!

dm me or send an ask with your ship if you want to participate!

thankyou for reading! Would love to see your respoenses <3

dividers by @benkeibear 🤍

#: @ryosami @mrskenmakozume @deliqwuette @solliie @teetoru @nkogneatho @amachira @benkeibear @touyaspeach @king-of-dreamers @enchantedforest-network

[kiribaabe]

Almost ( A Miguel O’Hara/ Peter B. Parker Father’s Day fic)

Listen, I’m so obsessed with spider dads rn it’s not even funnyyy. Ugh, I just think they’re neat.

Please accept this super belated Fathers Day thing I wrote. Shares and Ao3 comments are really appreciated! Trying to get my writing more traction 🥲

Summary: Peter B. Parker knows that Father’s Day is a particularly… difficult time for Miguel.

He can’t change the past, but he’s hoping he and Mayday can make things a little brighter for him this year.

Tags: hurt/comfort, light angst, General softness. Miguel O’Hara deserves to be a dad, and I’m gonna make him one through Mayday so help me—

Full fic: Ao3

I got some color back, he thinks so, too.

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you.

~~~

"I said no peeking!"

"What? I didn’t!"

"Papa, I saw you! Please just cover your eyes all the way?"

"Okay, Okay, sweetheart. I apologize. They’re closed, see? I can’t see a thing." Miguel makes a show of pressing his eyes shut extra tight to demonstrate to the little girl that they were indeed closed and no further peeking would ensue.

He bites back a small laugh when he finally feels her crawl into bed, feeling the weight of her on his knees. There’s some shuffling, as if she’s taking her time to get into the perfect position before something is placed over his lap.

"Okay, there! Now you can open them!"

When Miguel opens his eyes, a tray of food greets him: A colorful array of cut fruit, eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes that may or may not be a little bit charred in some places.

He looks down at the spread, shocked, before cracking a smile. "Wait a minute…no way. All this, for me? And you didn’t burn my kitchen down? Look at you! I'm very impressed, Gabbie."

Gabbie snorts a laugh in return, a giddy sound that fills the air like a summer song. "I only caught a paper towel on fire that one time, papa. And I said I was sorry! Plus, look, I made up for it, didn’t I?"

"That you did." Miguel chuckles. It’s a relaxed sounding thing, and the creases in the corners of his eyes brighten along with the motion."Thank you, Mijita. It looks delicious. Uhg, what did I do to deserve a kid like you, huh? Cmere!" Careful not to spill what’s in front of him, Miguel brings his daughter to the side, decorating the entirety of her face with an obnoxious amount of kisses before blowing a fat raspberry on her cheek.

Another squeal of giggles erupts from her, and she embraces the affection for only a split second before she tries to shove the man away. "Eww! Gross! Stop, or I'm not gonna give you your other Father's Day gift!" She threatens.

Miguel hums in response, contemplating. On one hand, he very much wants to draw out more of that bubbly laughter. But, on the other hand, he knows better than to call a bluff from this kid.

She is her father’s daughter

So, he decides to give one last wet, over-the-top kiss at the corner of her eye before he finally pulls away, wearing a smile as Gabbie wipes at her face.

"Fine, fine, you win. Show me, then." He gives in.

Gabbie beams excitedly, and is quick to leap off the bed. She dashes out of the room, only to return a short time later with a little gift bag in hand. "Here, I made it in class last week." She smiles. She returns to her spot in her father's bed, tucking herself in right by his side once she hands it off.

Miguel isn’t very good at hiding his excitement, not that he’s trying to. He maintains his big smile while he rummages through pink gift paper, discarding a near excessive amount before finally reaching the contents he’s after. What he pulls out is a colorfully painted mug, decorated in intricate little dots of red and blue, with the words 'world's greatest brain’ written across the front.

There’s no containing the laugh that gets pulled out of Miguel as he holds it in his hands.

"I think this may very well be the best mug in existence, nena. I love it. I’m going to take it to work every day so they’ll never forget who the smartest person in the room is."

Gabbie beams a little brighter, all too pleased that he seems to genuinely enjoy her gift. She did work extra hard on it, after all. "You’re welcome." She says with a proud puff of her chest. Her dad was the smartest person in the room, so he deserved something that said as much.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Miguel asks. He has no shame or embarrassment for the tears in his eyes or his wobbly smile.

“yeah, I know, papa. I love you too.” After giving her father another quick hug, Gabbie giggles and quickly tries to scramble out of bed before she’s attacked by more affection and kisses.

She isn’t fast enough, though.

—

Transmission log:

Gabriella O’Hara

Age at time of recording: 10yrs

Record: 0551

>>> End Transmission<<<

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[silkscream]

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✷ all characters written are 18+ regardless of canon age.

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[wolfjessedragon]

Incorrect quote, inspired by this one line in webs of forgiveness: [Miguel: The pots and pans I had destroyed over the years would say otherwise. ]

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Miguel: I truly go into househusband mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Sunny: This is a lie.

Sunny: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.

Sunny: HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS?!

Okay I’m just gonna share this funny scene here because it’s like the perfect response and I have been struggling to figure out where to put it so here hope y’all enjoy.

One night…

Miguel: *reads the recipe Peter B. Parker gave him* Okay Miguel O’Hara, if you can figure out how to alter your own genetic code and figure out inter dimensional travel among other things then certainly you can-

An hour later…

Miguel: *coughing from the smoke while trying to put out a grease fire eventually just putting the lid on the pot* Okay Plan B

Earth 616, Parker Residence…

Peter BP: *gets a holo call from Miguel* Miguel, how’s-

Miguel: I burned it

Peter BP: Well if it burns a little-

Miguel: No Peter not a little its charred

Peter BP: Okay it can’t be that- *Miguel shows Peter BP the disaster in the kitchen and he’s shocked* How is it burnt and undercooked?! Oh my lord Aunt May would be rolling in her grave she saw how bad you botched her spaghetti dinner.

Miguel: Not helping Peter, anyway I can salvage this?

Peter BP: Nope. *hangs up*

Back in Miguel’s apartment….

Miguel: Maldito Sea!

Sunny: Miguel?

Miguel: Soleada! Heyyy, it’s not what it looks like.

Sunny: It looks like the man I love who claims he’s horrible at cooking, tried to make something and proved his point.

Miguel: Okay then it’s exactly what it looks like. *a rouge tomato that had splattered on the ceiling earlier falls and hits him*

Sunny: *snorts and tries to hold in laughter but fails*

Miguel: Oh you think that’s funny? *grabs sprayer hose*

Sunny: No, don’t you- *squeels as Miguel sprays her and it becomes an all out playful food fight*

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miles: Can I take you to my therapist appointment next week?

Miguel: What? Why?

Miles: She thinks I’m making you up.

[spiderman2-99]

Hola tío Miguel!

Can I hide out on base for a few nights? I got into another fight with dad and Pops is still deployed so I can’t stay at his apartment.

- @spi-dax-1202

Yeah, of course.

[calabaza-nerd]

PLEASE READ! CURRENTLY NOT POSTING ART!!

Im still grieving over a personal family loss so motivation for art is difficult.

But

I’ve been creating a few character Ai bots after getting into marvel, so. i dont know, it’s something<3 I’m just going to link them here, or repost this with all of them.

GETTING TO THE BOTS..

TRUTH OR DARE AVENGERS!

- Tony Stark holds a party, you all end up playing truth or dare. (Sometimes Natasha is a bit ruthless, sorry in advanced.)

Included: Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Sam, Bucky, Steve, Peter, Thor, Loki

THOR!

- By mistaken, you’re a mortal who gets transported to Asgard. With little to no knowledge of how you got there/where you are, the God of Thunder aids you.

STEVEN GRANT

-Your history professor, Mr. Grant asks to speak to you after class. You’ve dozed off during his lesson and he’s concerned.

LOKI

- A magical sorcerer turns the God of Mischief into a cat! Choose your path, are you the sorcerer or just stumble and find him.

(this was for a friend in my defense.)

MOBIUS M. MOBIUS

- You’re the big talk in the TVA! Being a new Varient, Mobius has come to interrogate you.

STEVEN STRANGE

- At the New York Sanctum, you’ve stolen Doctor Strange’s cloak!

BRUCE BANNER

- Bruce comes and speaks to you after seeing you in the avengers compound. As an FYI, Hulk may work in his ai, though the probability of it changing how Bruce speaks after is high.

MEOW (MIGUEL) O’HARA

- After a mistake in his lab, Miguel has accidentally fused his DNA with that of a cat! What will you do?

(This one too, thanks pinkie.)

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=lX_By5KXs4pbsFZx5NQKWqAOKt9liIKBHW8FU8alkOc

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miguel: I invited you to HQ because I crave the most dangerous game

Miles, nodding in understanding: knife monopoly

Miguel:

Miguel: I was actually gonna hunt you for sport but now I’m interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is

[punkfloweranarchy]

Peter B: Well, you know what they say, when life gives you lemons —

Pav: Put them in a face mask and use the rinds for tea!

Gwen: Get your epipen ready because you’re fucking allergic.

Hobie: Throw them at fascists.

Miguel: Squirt the juice in life’s eyes. Steal life’s wallet and assumes it’s identity. Now you are life and hold dominion over all. Your enemies cower at your feet.

Peter B: … make lemonade, guys. The answer was make lemonade.