#liz: stop being a ho

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"Don't you think it's time you started to relax?" "What on Earth are you talking about?!"

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I have trouble understanding how bullying works in Paper Man. Are the Bowers gang really a bunch of bullies or is that just their reputation?

Vic clearly doesn't like to fight, although he does when he has to, he clearly seems annoyed with all the trouble the gang brings him.

Belch the same, he seems nice and doesn't seem to fight when it's not necessary, he uses his reputation and his scary/imposing build to get people to leave him alone or get what he wants (like the burgers lol), but he doesn't seem like the type to bully (maybe I'm biased by my vision of the character).

Patricio is just carrying around his reputation as a weird guy who kills animals, so he's enjoying it, but is he actively a bully?

For Henry it is another story. We saw it the day he returned, he was ready to attack a freshman because he was dressed differently (Evelyn's legs saved the poor kid that day)

I really love your story, I jump on all the chapters as soon as they come out on Ao3, thank you for your work.

Are they bullies? I guess that depends on who you ask 😂

I think most students, especially the upperclassmen, view them as a nuisance, nothing more. Henry and his friends don't run the school. They're not popular. They have little influence over the greater student body. They're just... there, basically.

For example: Liz Mueller, a senior and the most popular girl in school, didn't even know who Henry Bowers was until she thought about it for a while, and even then he was reduced to: "The kid who always looks like he's gonna stab somebody?" Henry's not even on her radar. That's how insignificant he is.

See, Henry and his gang mostly target the underclassmen and the less popular upperclassmen (like Paul and Lenny, the geeks and the nerds). To these kids, they absolutely are bullies and they make high school really annoying, especially Henry Bowers. When he's in school, all the vulnerable students need to be on high alert. They need to watch what they say, what they do, because anything—anything—can set off Henry's temper. He's been compared to a landmine and I think that's pretty accurate. One wrong move and kiss your ass goodbye, right?

But do students spend their lives cowering in fear of him? No, because they're used to it now. This is their reality. Henry's not going anywhere. Nobody's gonna stand up to him and stop him. So all they can do is adapt and try to survive high school as best as they can. Some have even developed a sense of humor about it. They place bets against each other. They have streak records. It's almost like a game.

Now to answer your question more thoroughly, Paper Men takes place in the 1988-89 school year. The boys are a lot older now (15-17, with Patrick being the oldest), so they're starting to outgrow that schoolyard bully phase of their lives. They're less interested in bullying little kids and more interested in going to parties, drinking, dating, etc. I'll speak about each member specifically below:

— We see this the most with Belch. He's the one who seems to be trying the hardest to move on to the next stage of his life. Right now, he's working really hard to better himself. He's got a job. He has a girlfriend. He's doing everything he can to support his mom. Out of everyone, he's the most sociable (at least with his classmates), but he still slips into old habits occasionally, which is why we often see him stealing students' lunches (sorry, Donny). Basically, if he's not with Henry, Belch is an okay guy—not a saint, but not terrible—and he's very polite to all the girls. His mother would never forgive him if he wasn't.

So, yes, Belch has no interest in being a bully, at least not anymore. It's his loyalty to Henry that keeps him in the gang. Belch feels responsible for him.

— With Vic, I agree that his heart has never been in it. Bullying takes too much energy and he's tired enough as it is. Vic absolutely hates school. It's annoying and exhausting for him. He just wants to get through the day and go home. So is he violent? Not really (although he did punch Lenny Arkins in the kidney once, hard enough to make him piss blood), but he's still far from friendly. Vic is very moody and withdrawn, and he has a razor-sharp tongue. I wouldn't be surprised if some curious girls have learned that the hard way. He still has a lot of secret admirers, though. Next to Patrick, I could see him being the most popular among girls. Just saying.

Anyway, Vic had his reasons for joining the Bowers gang, sure, but we can definitely see his patience wearing thin. He has expressed this several times throughout the story. I think hanging out with Henry used to be fun for him (he speaks fondly about their past in Ch. 12, for example); perhaps it was even a little therapeutic; but now he's feeling incredibly empty and lost. Vic's deeply dissatisfied with how his life has turned out, but he doesn't really know how to change that. He's just... stuck.

— With Patrick, I wouldn't consider him a bully, and he was never really, truly, part of Henry's group either. Yeah, he hangs out with them occasionally, when they're doing something interesting, but never for very long. He just sorta comes and goes as he pleases. He also hangs out with Martin Davers and his group.

Patrick had a nasty reputation because of what he did when he was younger, but now he's mostly known for his flirtatious/lecherous behavior. Patrick prefers it that way. Very much. Right now he's trying really hard to stay under the radar. So unless Henry is doing something deliciously violent (which Patrick would never be able to resist), Patrick prefers to quietly pursue his other hobbies. Bullying little kids doesn't interest him. He has better things to do.

— Lastly with Henry, I think we all know where he stands. He's a bully through and through. He likes to pick on people smaller and weaker than him because it makes him feel powerful. It gives him control. While everyone else is growing up and moving on with their lives, Henry seems to be getting worse. It's getting harder and harder for him to control his anger. Bullying kids isn't enough anymore. Hitting people isn't enough anymore. And I think everyone knows it's only a matter of time before he snaps.

tldr; yes they're technically bullies, especially to the underclassmen, but most of them have started to outgrow this behavior.

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Kinktober Day 5 - Hood / Muzzle

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The doll was dancing. Really it didn’t have a choice, even at the best of times these ballet boots destroyed its sense of balance; hanging from its wrists, being too aroused to think straight, and the cage its dick was currently straining against weren’t ingredients for the best of times. At least not in that sense.

It swayed back and forth on its chains, scrabbling to get a foot under itself. Every time it succeeded the momentum or the force of its own struggles would almost immediately upset its balance. It would throw out its other foot and the process would repeat over and over, the many, many locks keeping the boots secure swinging and bouncing in their rings along the way.

And its mistress just sat there watching, her chin in her hand and a bemused grin on her lips. At least until her maid reappeared from her latest errand.

“Mistress, the next piece you requested.”

“Excellent.” She took the small bundle of leather and began inspecting it. “Now be a dear and help our troublemaker find its footing, we don’t need it thrashing about all night.”

“Of course.” Shining approached the doll, practically gliding along the floor even in her uniform. She wrapped one arm around its hip to hold the small of its back, the other gripping its shoulder.

“Just lean into me,” She instructed the struggling toy before leaning in closer to whisper in its ear. “Unless you’d rather give our mistress more opportunities to punish you?” A struggling groan communicated exactly what the doll thought of that idea, but it did as instructed. It melted into its superior’s grip, and with the added stability was soon able to get its feat properly positioned under it.

Shining moved her hands to the cup the dolls cheek and crotch. “There, was that so hard?” An indignant huff was the only response from the doll currently panting from its exertion, nuzzling one hand and trying to grind into the other.

She stepped back and settled into her well-practiced maid-with-gaze-lowered-and-hands-clasped pose, ignoring the whine behind her “We’re ready to continue, mistress.”

Liz rolled forward, the leather hood Shining handed her now held up on a hand like a puppet. It was eyeless and had two small pockets hanging off the top, the only other feature visible from the front a small zipper currently open in a mockery of a smile. The doll recognized it well, though not necessarily from this direction, it was one of the thickest and heaviest hoods they owned. It knew apart from the obvious blindness the hood would render it practically deaf, and the two small breathing holes meant it’d be inhaling the scent of leather all night.

“This will be your face for the night, a perfect way to remind you what you’re supposed to be; a faceless, nameless doll.” She gestured with her off hand at her plaything “Remove its gag.”

Shining slipped behind the doll and set about unbuckling it. With that done she pulled its head back before slowly drawing the phallic insertion from its lips, so that the only built up drool that’d escape was a thin line connecting the tip and its tongue.

“Please Mistress I’m so-” the dolls rushed begging was quickly cut off by Liz placing a single finger to her own lips, a familiar smile speaking to the consequences of continuing.

“Good, obedient dolls don’t speak, and they certainly don’t beg. Understood?” The doll, embarrassed by its outburst gave a quick nod. “Good.”

The doll could only bite its tongue and watch as she passed the hood to Shining, as the older woman disappeared behind it. Its last view as the world went black was its mistress giving a cute wave.

Almost immediately all sound stopped as its upper ears were guided into small padded pockets, and the extra thick padding on the sides of the hood pressed into its lower ears. All the ambient sounds of life, from the creaking of the ceiling fan behind it to the constant rumble of the landship, gone. Soon it felt Shining’s hands delicately guiding the hood’s lacing tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on its head with every eyelet. The growing grip on its head ironically made it feel safer and more comfortable, pushing it further and further into its role. It’d be so easy now to be Mistress’s doll, no need to think or act, no senses to get in the way, all it could do was stay where it was posed. Of course this also made the burning need in its gut and the constant pressure on its dick even harder to ignore, but it could be good. It could keep control.

It was jolted out of its reverie by a slight pressure on its lips, but a quick flick of the tongue identified the familiar shape of its gag. It eagerly opened its mouth and extended its tongue, welcoming the phallic silicone back home. As the gag was pushed back in and tightly locked behind its head again, it felt more comfortable in its role than it had all night.

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Never thought I would try this but.

Live blog of new episode!!

Last few seconds!!

Pretty Intro of course

Prom in 3071!? Long time into future

Hologram things it seems are around

Glasses girl seems to be chased by it, no wait it's Doll hurting robo's now!! I knew she could've been a murder drone with that program revealed last episode but sheesh.

Also reflection of victim in the clevor knife thrown was awesome

bugs stomped

crossing out names with prom as the title

ooof her parents are surrounded in bugs.... I think..

oh no Uzi! Guilt: Active... What a setting

"Thank you for being my friend" drawing from the drone friend she just hurt last episode. my heart

hah!! Her non stop groan all day even to a ball in the face, but is out of it went knocked by a brat.

also, that guy she took the consicnese over still has a fire head went she burnt it last flashback.

normal school for Uzi again it seems but all that program tech makes her go for it again. Oh her dad took her evidence stuff

She mad about it.

Agrument...

Nonono don't stop her from seeing N!!

Oh this is great...Dad is a chaparaone.. Popular girls shall force her to be popular .. Which includes Doll. sooo not great

so many dead human bodies..

Oh N is sad. V don't do this.

in a fancy dress Prom murder TM. Of course

holo spooky snake crab J??? Oh N

How is V sounding nicer now after the murder talk?? Oh she has to know her origins but not N

back to girls

I love Doll's voice. Didn't get that last episodes

Uzi notice wierd amount of bugs

How is Lizzy being kinda nice yet bratty??

Oh ho Doll is creepy

N is so nice

Oh V really got his head gone like the piolt and like how Uzi done that

"What's best for you even if you hate me for it." V. WHat Do YoU KnoW and how Are hYOu being DecNst?? JNfljewflakn

Prom dress Uzi!! And her weird program thing refered to by her as robo Satan !!

oh no. oil or actual blood?? So red

Oh back to repaired N. Get the suit!! "No time!" oh come on.. "Dapper in" !!yes!! fancy N shall come

bathtub of blood I think with robo parts

ooo Uzi found a vent!

"As they say in Russian. whoops I should've predicted that someone could escape out of a vent shaft using discarded mirrors as stairs." Really Doll? shes great

Go uzi go Uzi!! Oh N again!! They found each other!!

reconnect plz

Yes!! "Dapper Buddies" yes N. And Uzi Blush at her inviting N

ooo dance finally. Also, a student did a classic robot dance before a girl gave a smack to his head

"PUNCH BOWL decoraction only. You will super die." Ooo like the piolt's "dont wash your hands. Your a robot dummy"

THAD!!! BEST MOVES!! And did he wink at some boy robot? I can't tell

Oh no dad can't find Uzi at prom

"entire prom court MISTERIOSLY disappeared-" Nice Liz. Love the pink she has thou

and crap there's V. She stellar

oh no did V really somehow speand time with Liz long enough to convince her that she didn't wanna murder off screan? That's kinda sad for Liz..

oh she stopped her near attack becuase she was appinted queen of prom.

Doll. Why do you have a evil laugh?

"I'll get my dad to DOCK UR FRICKED GRAADES!!" So Liz is a teacher daughter

it is nice the audience is giving V compliments. SHe might not be used to that.

"Clap harder losers!!"

oh dad tried to leave but Doll powers..

"Not the doors..." Of course he'd say that. Mr. Cahl Doors

"I can kill everyone after??" aww V

Oh there is a fucking red x where V is, Doll seems to have it set up, and Liz is having second thoughts about the plan even with her knowing grin to Doll a bit ago. JHAFSkldbklf

Liz do something...

YES UZI AND N

"Well I'm confused" I don't blame ya Uzi

"Run, you idiot" Well at least Liz tried

Everyone is getting crushed!!

OhhhhhhHHHHHH V killed Doll's paraents!!! ok that makes sence. she was extra nuts.

Doll is taking bullets!! wait they are getting deflected

You adorable N and Uz, save the murder drone!!

Go ninja star kicks!!

door unlocked but dad is staying behind in room!!

Aww go Uzi defending her two murder buddies ^-^

but man both N AND V look shocked that Uzi lost family to their doings. Was it J and they weren't aware?

"I'm done dealing with everything alone." Happy look to N. "We move forward together or not at all!" Happy look to V. Both murderer look so happy. Go Uzi!!

AHHHHH N NOT THAT!! DON"T PUSH HER OUT OF THE WAY OF DANGER!! YOULL GET UNDER THE PROGRAM WITH THAT DAMAGE!!

AHH DAD TRIED TO RUN BACK IN BUT 180 DEGREE HEADTURNEDING DOLL STTOPED HIM NOO

Uzi still got hurt from it, and she JUST TOOK A KINFE THROUGH THE PALM!!So that's what that season 1 trailer thing was refering too

Slow walk to Doll

Aww the two drone arent under the program!

"Thank you, Lizzy!" Both of them -> "Shut up, loser" hhh so mean to N. He was just happy she had his arm..

Oooo the music & lights got epic with a stab to the dj controls

Pretty fight in prom dresses!!

N is Back to fight and of course "QUIT SAVING ME!!"

They are dance fighting, did the same missle shot twirl last episode, and grazed Doll's hair with a knife!! AHHH

explosin

Suh a short sweet moment before, "OKAY YOUR TURN"

N GOT BODY SLAMMED WITH A DECORATED TABLE!!

everything flying cus Doll

ooo she lost a bracelet with a similar look to N's poilt medalian, kick to the face, and a stab in the back of the head from V near the end! Go team!

wait the brackelt had a key thing

ah they found the room with the bugs over bodies and V said 'heh heh, nice'

so many bugs still

V is fucking eating a arm from the scene the three of them discovered!!! Oh she's so hilarious and wonderful!

"what was the point of a worker drone killing over worker droens" hmmm I don't know yet

something under a blanket!

wait the actual trailer scene where Uzi stares at oil then we focus on her mouth like she wanna lick it like a murder drone! but then blanket is off! two bodies of family

"V, u kinda suck." Go N

YEVA was the mom and fuck Doll is back and the screen went dark but yes Uzi finally used he own weird powers like Doll's for herself!! Is purple instead of Doll's red

"i'm sorry for you" wait, are the powers a curse for Doll?

Uzi's chocker? Why'd we focus on that?

Now Doll is making a helping offer??

Why is Doll looking like a hologram in red instead of J's blue ones?

SHe exploded???

"UGH I HATE IT HERE" I don't blame you Uzi

okay we are outside and we are with, I think a rando.

"Ah. That's where i left my excuse to be out here" his own glasses... goofy

WE GOT ANOTHER LANDING POD FROM EARTH I THINK!! MORE MURDER DRONES ARE HERE I THINK!!

A teddy bear flew across the screen... why

Woah rando killed by a REALLY human looking thing and their sword. It might actually be a human in a suit..

TESSA CERTIFIED TECHNICIAN is her nametag

cool swordOH J IS BACK IN FULL HEALTH

from J tossed to human thing, Keys with a moon keychain decoration

and the credits....

[theuniverseawakens347]

5:13 am .. the deconomy of me forgiving Darniece as a mother and loving her and Lee GARLINGTON NOT LEGALLY OR LEGITIMATELY HELPING ME BC SHE HATES HER MOM JULIAN AND IS TAKING IT OUT ON ME - Julian left her little to nothing in the will and same w victor* ( what she’s told me )

… 2020/21 changed my perspective on life being in covid and going through trauma therapy ..

There’s so much rival history between my adoptive and birth family. And lees starting to realize that IM THE DAUGHTER OF THE MAIN BLACK FAMILY SHE FUCKING HATED. - KARAMA.

My mom Darniece BECAME THE PRODUCT OF WHAT YOU WANTED HER TO BE , just like you IN FULL BECAME THE PRODUCT OF YOUR ENVIRONMENTAL SHATTERED EGO IN FULL. - Howard fit yourself where you fit w my hatred right now bc again WHY DID YOU MAKE ME HOMELESS AND BOTH PLAYING STUPID TO MY FUCKING FACE. I KNOW WHAT I DID AND SHOW CASED IT IN FUCKING FULL FOR THE REASON OUR FAMILIES HAVING RIVAL HISTORY SO ENRICHED IN THE CENTER OF JUST ABOUT ALL RASCIM ISSUES. BUT YOU KEEP PLAYING ARUPID TO MY FACE WHEN YOU SEE ANS CERTAIN FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO ASK YOU ABOUT ME - Or YOU vent to.

You’ve told me little to nothing about your family Lee just Julian tried suicide many times with Amy and then well.. YOU finally kilt her at 50 something like 6-8* yrs after moving in w us. YOU told me how Julian would fall asleep with cigarettes in her mouth or lit all over the house and you’d have to clean them .. it’s funny bc as I write this THESE ARE STORIES YOU NEVER TOLD AROUND JOHN JUST WHEN YOURE ALONE W ME AND UR FRIENDS .. but when im around the girls for dinners at john and Mary YOU SINCE I MOVED IN ONLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT MEMORIES OF WHEN RACHEL WAS A CHILD - leaving me and Paige out the upbringing - WHY I STOP CARING TO GO VISIT THEM BC YOU CLEARLY DONT GIVE A FUCK TO CHANGE THE TUNE OF ADDING ME INTO THE FAMILY

Howard you rarely visit ur siblings just for holidays and I don’t hang w my cousins unless it’s a family dinner BUT HYDES WHYD YOU STOP COMING TO OUR HOUSE - Lee paid Francis and Therese of Ronnie off to say I smoked them out - I ASKED THEM IF THEY WERE SMOKING NOW AT THE AGE OF 18 / 19 COLLEGE ( so there 17/18/19) and said if they wanted to smoke w me DONT HESITATE bc Rachel is smoking now Francis is my age WE STOPPED RACING EACH OTHER AFTER HOWARD PULLED OUT THE GOLF CART AND I WON AND RONNIE WE THE ONLY BLACKS IN THW FAMILY AND DONT TALK - LEE GARLINGTON BACK WND BULLSHIT BC YAL ACTUALLY LIKED ME EXCEPT FRQNCIS IN SPORTS ( unless bball and ur friends liked me but Therese put a crush in ur head on me and pimped Nateana my bestie - Tim Hyde stop lees inappropriate and blames Tim and Therese backs it)

Tom I WOULD GET EXCITED TO SEE HIM “hi cashay!” “Hi Uncle Tom your 6’8 I LOVE HUGGING YOU BC I GOTTA STAND ON MY TILLY TOES” - MY NATURAL UNCLE HI JOSH I love going down to baby sit when jt was a infant toddler but it was only twice or three times - Lee hates driving and doing nice things for me - also Liz and Lee what was on the backend against me Rachel and ronnie* nugent. ( cashay’s a slut - Lee paying Lennon off to get my 13 yr tit photos to pass around and start the whole “ Darniece a ho and sos her kid “ so Howard hates me seeing as WHATEVER DRUG ADDICT BEHAVIOR ISSUES YOU GUYS HAD BEFORE I CAME HE WANTED TO WORKOUT - A BRIGHT LIGHT IN HIS WORLD - Lee on the back end FUCKING UP EVERYONES HAPPINESS AND HER OWN IN THE LONG RUN - PORN COMPUTER LEE GAVE ME AND I CONTINUED )

Now Darniece YOU KNOCKED HER FUCKING BRAIN OUT LEE … that’s equivalent to YPU BLAMING AMY FOR ALL UR LIFE STRUGGLES W HER BC YOU CLEARLY DONT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER BEING DOWN SYNDROME AND YOU CHOOSING TO UPROOT HER - AMY NEVWR ASKED TO MOVE IN WITH US YOU FORCED THAT BC YOU WERE GETTING MONEY IN THE WILK THAT FIT YOUR GREEDY FUCKING THINKING SO YOU MADE THAT HAPPEN - JANE ARGUMENT BC SHE DIDNT SEE WHY AMY NEEDED TO MOVE WITH US / WHY YOU WHO DONT LIVE IN DELAWARE ARE HANDLINGNAND FORCING HR WAY TO TOUCH EVWRY DAMN THING W JULIANS DEATH AND BARELY INCORPORATING UR SIBLINGS EXCEPT FOR “their specialties” - UR A NEW TYPE of NARCISSIST A SERIAL FUCKKING KILLER. KKK KLOONTS KLUTZ KLAN - UR COWS BRAIN SLOPPY IN ALL YOU FUCKING TOUCH AND DO.

- nurse show w the 1940 fits.

But again Darniece when I seen her 2020 w Shanyce LAWANDA TELLING ME ALL THE FUCKING BEATING MY MOM TOOK ( in hind sight BC OF YOU YOU FUCKING CUNT) hair wiped off her head teeth knocked out and jumpings rape etc ESPECIALLY AFTER SHE GOT HER BRAIN KNOCKED OUT YAL STILL RAPING HER SEXUALLY - LAWANDA WATCHING LETTING JT HALLEN - WHO THE MAN SHE MARRIED - LEE GARLINGTON ANPIMP WHO KICK HER OUT THE HOUSE DRUG HER FIRST AND PLAN NIGGAS AND BITCHES TO COME BY - TRYSHA MONEY BLAMING LAWANDA “they wana live like that” YEAH TRYSHA YOU FORCE EM FOR THE WHITE MAN AND DO THAT HOle DANCE IN FULL YOU STUPID BITCH AND STARTING ON TIARA BUT LEARNED W LEXI AND CONTINUED ON ME AND UR MOM STUPID BITXH. TRIBE GON FUCK YOU UP BC YOU KNEW IN YA GUT IT WAS WRONG YOU WAS AROUND IN FULL WATCHING OUR FAMILY YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH AND THE SAME DUMB SHIT BE HAPPENING - ME 3 on the skates before gilbriona died - MY LAST TIME LIVING W YAL - U KNOW HOW THE SAME GO CRYSTAL TOO AND FUCKTARD A’SHA EMMA TOLD YOU HOW SHE MAKE RENT N MATERIAL MONEY “we just sell cashay and pimp Darniece for her adoptive mom we slaves and don’t talk about it”

IM KILLING ALL OF YOU JUST KNOW NO STREET OR LEGAL PROTECTION FOR YOU. TIARA COVERED BUT SHES OUT OF THE FAMILY FOR WHAT YOU HAD HER DO W LAWANDA AND LIE ON ABOUT ME - U THE FUCKING PERVERT TRYSHA. A FULL ON FUCKING LEE GARLINGTON DO DUMB SHIT IN MURDER UR FAMILY FOR MONEY - BRANDY CAR ACCIDENT ( fit it how YOU need ho)

SO I FORGIVE DARNIECE BC YOU KNOCKED HER FUCKING BRAIN IN FULL LIKE YOU TRYING TO DO ME. MY MOM TOOK ON A MISSION IN FULL AFTER GILBRIONA TO BRING PEACE AND COPESTETICNESS BACK TO BOTH SIDES OF EVERYTHING FIGHTING AND YOU AND URS JUST ON THE BACK END MANIPULATIVE LIKE YOU ARE WITH ME - WHY WE ROPED YOU INTO SIN - PASSED OVER FAMILY TELLING HER “hold on ur lil one gon fuck the game up” - DARNIECE LIKE ME AND GRANNY PUSHED THEMSELVES A LIL FURTHER BC WE TOUGH BUT WHEN WE SAID WE WAS TIRED AND NEEDED A BREAK YOU NIGGAS LAID W THE COLPRIT AND LOST THE FUCKING MESSAGES - 2pac triple down back ends for pussy “now we can see what this come about an white pussy or young pussy piping up w kids wtf” - WE STUCK N WHITE MAN WON TIL CASHAY BECOME OF AGE TO STEP INTO HER DESTINY IN FULL AND GRANNY LAWANDA AND DARNIECE AND LEXI SACRIFICE AND NIPSEY THEY LIFE - LET YAL KILL EM TO PISS ME THE FUCK OFF TO LEES PERSPECTIVE BUT THE GOAL WAS GOING TO THE OTHER SIDE AND OVER SEEING MY FUCKING PROTECTION IN FULL ON MY PART OF THIS MISSION CAUSE FAMILIES ARE TIRED OF LEE SLOPPY BULLSHIT ALL OVER THE FUCKING WORLD. - U BUTAINED MY FUCKING BRAIN AND I TAKE OWNER SHIP BC AGAIN GODS PLAN AND IM RESPONSIBLE UNLIKE YOU - BUT WHAT IM NOT GOING TO DO AND NOR IS MY FAMILY WHO KEPT THE POINT ALIVE IN OUR FAMILY FUEL TO END THE BEEF IS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE PARTS YOU DID IN FULL TO FUCK UP YOUR LIFE MINE AND OTHERS.

- WHEN THE FUCK YOU GON GROW UP LEE AND FINALLY BE A FUCKING MOM.. bc what ur doing right now IS NOT GIVING YOURE SANE IN ANYWAY… you got Darniece to a point of HOW YOU DEEMED AMY AS A DOWN SYNDROME NEEDING EXTRA CARE BUT SHE WAS STILL GOOD AND GREAT WHEN I WATCHED HER - ABLE TO DO FOR HERSELF EVEN COOK HER SOUP ON THE STOVE - NATALIE ARC when I volunteered.

GRANNY YGRAVE PHOTO YOU SAID DARNIECE DID THAT SHIT - GRANNY WHY THE FUCK WOULD MOM FUCK UP HER OWN FAMILY GRAVE SIGHT - LEE WON IN PUSHING GRANNY AND DARNIECE AWAY FROM EACH OTHER UNTIL DARNIECE CAME HOME WHEN I WAS 15 and granny got on her biggie and sacrificed her life BUT LEFT A VERBAL BLUE PRINT FOR ALL MY UNCLES - LOVE LOTS GOT BACK ON TRACK AFTER OR BEFORE LEXI BUT LEE GOT GILBERT FUCKING UP LAWANDA FOR TRYSHA DUMBASS - WE LET LAWANDA DIE BC SHE GOT LOST IN THE MISSION AND THE SPIRIT SIDE OF FAMILY NEEDA STRAIGHTEN HER PAIN OUT TO DISCIPLINE SO SHE CAN KILL TRYSHA FOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER - THE ONLY ONE TO LEGALLY KILL LEE BC AGAIN TIME AND TIME YOU WERE TOLD LEAVE MY FUCKING FAMILY ALONE ( and Yal made it soley a race thing) IS BC THE MILITARY WARNED YOU CUNTS - VICTOR AND WESTLY to stop. ( but you said they black we white let’s find a way to continue slavery but befriend em)

So - GOD YOU DIE LOGICALLY. HI LAPD MAC ARMS WE LLVE YOU SWEETS - SREET LIFE INCLUDED - RESTORATION OF THE REAL TRUTH AND MEANING OF MORE FUCKING LIFE LEE DONT GET TO ENJOY AND ALL THOSE WHO SAT BACK END WILLINGLY TORTURING ME AND THEIR FAMILY FOR THIS STUPID BROKE BITCH LEE GARLINGTON

- IF YOU GET IT WE LOVE YOU IF NOT I GOTA SACRIFICE YOU BC YOU LETTING ME KNOW UR MENTAL NOT THERE AND UR HEART GON FAIL AND JEPPRDIZE MORE INNOCENT PPL ON THW LONG RUN OR MAKE A HANEOUS CRIMAL MOVE ON AN “enemy” without checking the facts in full - SNOOP STANDING ON BUSINESS IN FULL W HOW HE DO - THANKS TELEPATHIC passedover but THE GIFTS OF THE CLAIRES YOU CANT TAKE FROM US - A NIGGA GOT LOGIC YOU JEALOUS OF SHAUNTE AND LEE GARLINGTON PAULA FUCKTARD BARTON* KIMBERLY W TRISTAN POPS MALIK* 1/2 and jenesse - whatever day i met him SF TALK make sense 2020 BUT AGAIN MY WALL FACE TO FACE NOT HERE BUT YOU PUSHING ME LEE TO TRY AND GET ME TO BE OR ACT OR DO SOMETHING VERY BIG AND STUPID - IF IM ARRESTED OR SHOT AT ITS SNIPERS FOLLOWING “your” killers for me AND WE SHOOT FASTER YOU ASS WIPE AND ARRESTING ME COST THE WHOLE FUCKING GOVERMENT SYATEM - HELLO WRONGFUL HOMELESS A MAJOR ARRESTING FOR A yr - DETECTIVES YOU JUST NOW REALIZING THAT - MEN N BLACK TAKE OVER - THEY STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU IN ALL YO FAMILIES 💋💋💋 hiiiii AUTHENTIC MEs - trysha you cud have played but you a full India Retardation westbrooks WARREN. Just lying to Angela cause you fucked my mom Darniece AND MY DAD TO GET KIDS WHO LOOK LIKE ME - Morgan Westbrook was there. ASS WIPES “ I need a jr cashay” BITCH FUCK YOU.

- WHEN PHYSICAL MEETS SPIRITUAL AND THE WORLD ENDS. 🙂🖕 from yo kids BC WHY DIDNT YOU DO BETTER - U SAW THE DECLINE IN THE WORLD TRUMP PRESIDENCY AND YAL STILL SAID “let me have kids I’m famous or wealthy doesn’t apply to me - keeps doing crime but wana be called a good parent 🫤”

IM TAKING YO INNCENT AND CLEANSING THEY HAPPINESS AND LETTING YO DEAD FAMILY SNATCH YOU TF UP CRY BABY BITCHES. DO THE DUMB SHIT KNOW ITS WRONG ( add it how it fit cause logic or feeling U KNEW BETTER KEHALNI HOWARD) but still kept on 🫤) … so now you mad for giving you for what you wanted CONSEQUENCES TO UR 1/2 thought thru FULL WRONG ACTIONS

Well that makes no sense to me why would god coddle yo mistakes WHERE IN THE BIBLE IT SAY THAT!!?? - I FORGIVE TOU BUT I CANNOT LWT YOU PARTAKE IN KINGDOM OF HEAVEN BC HOW YOU MADE UR OWN AND DESTROYED UR FAMILY HAPPINESS AS A WHOLE AND EVEN PRESSED UR OWN MISERY ON SOMEONE ELSE KNOWING IT WAS WRONG - COWS BRAIN CYCLE HOW WE GOT HERE - U WANTED A WORLD W NO LOGIC TO HAPPINESS I TRIED WARNING YOU YOU KEPT KILLING ME I FINALLY GAVE IN NOW WE HERE CUZ IT NEED TO BE CUT BEFORE IT GETS ANY WORSE - LAST MEN STANDING MY FULL BRED ALIEN FAMILY - TRYSHA YOU NOT IT YOU NOT EVEN HALF YOU FUCKING FULL BRED HUMAN. - WHO ALL GOT LEGITIMATE HIV AIDS. AND INCURABLE DISEASE- NOT TALKING CANCER.

But then again celebrities do that lying cause they ashamed “I got cancer / alopecia” bc they too ashamed to say AIDS

DWIGHT VIDAL SASSOON HI SWEETIE NO DISRESPECT TO YOU WE LOVE A PERSON WHO OWNS IN FULL - YOU GET CLEANSED AND REINCARNATED AGAIN THANK YOU FOR BEING HONORABLE - YOU TO ME BUT ALSO ME TO YOU OUR SHORT TIME AT VIDAL 💋❤️

Lee I asked you HOW MANY TIMES SINCE OCT 9 FOR A FACE TO FACE CONVERSATION AND HOWARD YOU LET IT FALL WHEN I CAME OVER ASKING YOU TO TEXT TRISTAN “ I DONT have his number” NIGGA I GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER TO TALK ABOUT THE TRUCK - WHY YOU AINT SAY YOU DELETED IT - YOU N LEE GOT ANGer issues I KEEP MY SHIT LECEL HEADED EVEN WHEN YOU HIT ME - I THREW A GATORADE BOTTLE ONCE AT YOU LIVING IN THE HOUSE FOR FALLING FOR LEE SHIT AND GIVING ME THIS WHOLE “children should be seen n not heard” - KEHLANI WHYD YOU HAVE FUCKING KIDS TONI ROMANITI

Clearly you want to be a slave and an owner. SO BIG BANK ME CAPTURED UR ASS. - START OVER MY FUCKING WAY IN FULL - THE DEAD GON FUCK WITH YOU FOR FUCKING UP WHAT COULD HAVE BE HEAVENS UTOPIA SOONER.

- Lee wana be Satan so bad but gots not damn discipline so you just a fucking homeless peasant - I told you “you know you and Howard cud go homeless at 70 something for ANY reason” - and you pushing me to push you there - THAT WAS FEB 2024 and I ain’t know this was that deep yet or remember I for call the future - U BUTAINED MY FUCKING BRAIN AND MEMORIES OF 2021 ME GETTING MY CALLING - “laugh at cashay black ppl get powers Dec 21 2020 “ - YEAH JUST CASHAY SO WHITE HOUSE LADIES KAMALA ILLEGALLY KILL CASHAY BARAK OVER SEEING AND REPORTING “ you sure you want to do that dumb shit WHEN SHES MARKED AS WHAT WITH THE MILITARY “ - A MASS WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION.

- CONGRATS FUCKTARDS. 🍾🥳🎉🎊🙌 GOD GET TO KILL.

[scottguy]

I can: Major corporate media is hiding the truth from their consumers.

If this election has taught us anything, it is that corporate media has given up entirely on being evenly objective about both Republicans and Democrats.

Only Democrats are consistently held to account EVEN NOW, when our democracy desperately needs objective information to make a choice.

Daily shocking behavior like this is swept under the table, but ONLY for Trump.

Can you IMAGINE how mainstream media would lose their shit if Biden or Harris acted that way? They'd milk the controversy for days, weeks!

We are SO DONE with mainstream media. They've lost the confidence of liberal older people and EVERY YOUNGER GENERATION, Millenials, X, Y, and Z and the new Alpha.

Newspapers were already dying, but they've done chosen a Trump bad news blackout to try to keep their market share with older voters. Like nearly all capitalist decisions, that was short-sighted and stupid.

We will never forgive the NY Times, The Washington Post, the LA Times, CNN and major network news for that failure.

Even if they change, it'll be too little too late. The damage is done, and their irresponsible shrugging off of Trump's shocking behavior is EXACTLY why 45% of Americans STILL think Trump is a viable candidate.

Corporate media has failed America. It's NOT just Fox and social media. Corporate media sets the zeitgeist. They set the tone and that tone is...... "oh that rascal Trump. Ho hum." He is not Treated like the threat to democracy he clearly is. If a Democrat steps a toe out of line they panic ostensibly over the safety of Americans. The message seems to be, "We know Republicans are evil so we've just stopped calling them out." Apparently they think it's "unfair" to speak the truth.

Why would we need journalists who don't care about objective reality? Why have journalists so desensitized to fascism that they've stopped even considering it to be a threat?

Threatening Liz Cheny with a firing squad ....seriously? The NY Times is silent and others want to say..."oh the context is wrong." You don't talk about guns and firing squads pointed at your biggest personal political enemies. Any journalist looking for nuance there acts as if Trump has NEVER suggested violence or encouraged violence. Defending that kind of talk, like it's an abberation for Trump is denying reality.

Corporate media, by not adequately informing the public and by making excuses for violent rhetoric is GUILTY of prolonging American political division.

[duchessanon]

Can you please write a story about Anne and Tim?

Someone sent me a request for my incredible literature?!?! It’s what I deserve.

Once upon a time there was a princess called Anne. She was married to a man called The Captain. The Captain only wore military uniform and used a whistle to call people.

One day The Captain was at a special dinner with Liz, Phil and some other royals. They were eating on a big table carved by paupers.

‘Pass the sprouts please’ yelled The Captain.

Everyone was too busy talking about the latest Chuck and Di drama. Anne couldn’t hear because her bouffant was clogging her ears.

The Captain got pissed off and blew his whistle. Then he shouted ‘PASS THE SPROUTS’.

Unfortunately the sprouts were in the hands of the one and only Liz. Everyone clutched their pearls at this disrespect to the queen.

‘Bad manners’ scolded Anne. ‘Separation! Now!’.

At that moment, a man walked in to ask Liz about something to do with boats. He was tall, dark and handsome. It was Liz’s equerry Timmy Laurence.

Anne’s nethers fluttered as they locked eyes across the pauper table. It was love at first sight.

The next day Anne was walking about doing horse stuff when she saw Timmy shining some medals.

‘Very shiny jewels’ Anne said.

Timmy blushed and his nethers smiled.

‘I need some help with horsey things’ said Anne.

‘I am sorry, I am not a fan of horses’ said Timmy.

Anne could have screamed. How could she be in love with a man who was not into horses? She ran away from Timmy and his jewels.

The day after that Anne was combing her bouffant when there was a commotion out of the window.

‘Anne Anne my love!’

‘Who the busybody is that!’ Anne scowled.

She looked out the window and there on the grass was Timmy in full cowboy gear on the back of a horse. It was going wild like a bucking bronco.

‘What the fuck are you doing! Get off that horse!’ Anne screamed so loud that Fergie heard her while she was prancing in a nearby field.

Timmy tried to stop the horse but he couldn’t. Anne marched outside and held her hand out to the horse ‘stop!’.

The horse stopped and bowed to Anne and Timmy slid down it’s head.

‘I am sorry I wanted to demonstrate my love for you’ said Timmy.

‘It is not romantic to get your nethers crushed, a girl has to eat!’ said Anne.

Timmy laughed ‘ho ho ho’.

Anne’s heart of steel was melted by Timmy’s chaps and dedication to horsey stuff.

‘Will u marry me Anne?’ said Timmy.

‘Gimme a few years, let’s have a secret love affair first, ok?’

‘Sure thing my love’.

Anne got on the horse and Timmy sat behind her, being careful not to squish his nethers.

They rode off into the sunset, accidentally on purpose almost trampling Fergie on their way.

The end xoxo

[july-19th-club]

Review for Roswell: New Mexico S2E08: “Say It Ain't So”: man out of uniform

3/5 ⭐s

There’s a LOT going on in “Say It Ain’t So” - from an extended euphoria arc for Rosa to hints at more of the Bronson household history - so I’ll try to get through all of it as methodically as I can. 

First up: Rosa, who’s having a shit day - Rosa is often having a shit day - but this time it’s supposed to be a step forward. The episode opens with Liz and Iz foisting multiple makeovers on her, the idea being that she can quit being a dead girl in the attic if she comes back to town as her own distant cousin (like a trans person in the 1920s). But she’s deeply disturbed by the idea of living as some to-the-left version of herself for the rest of her life, and her friends have yet to really grasp the gravity of what the yawning gap between them means for her. They’re almost thirty, they’ve all got jobs, partnerships to navigate, and increasingly she’s becoming left behind while they run around doing plot stuff. 

When she takes the frumpiest outfit she can find (not a classic Rosa look but a classic Rosa brand of sarcasm) and heads to one of her old graffiti spots, it’s not the same. Bitchy racist teenagers she can’t possibly relate to hang out there now, and when they leave she curls up against the rock and stares at her mom’s stolen prescription. She takes one of the pills out, goes to swallow - willpower prevails, she spits it back out, and I feel like rubbing her shoulder and telling her I’m proud. Another girl shows up; much nicer than the earlier ones. She’s impressed with Rosa’s artistic sensibilities, invites her to a show - Rosa, arriving, feels inadequate but excited nonetheless. With her new friend’s help, she adjusts her outfit to be more cool, gets a canvas going and comes up with a beautiful poetry-surrounded bird. “I’m not an artist,” she insists, “I’m just a person with a coping mechanism” - but she’s pretty pleased with her work anyway. 

Then the other girl calls her Rosa, not Rosalinda - the name she’s supposed to be using - and suddenly she can tell something’s wrong. The music at the art show swells, she and the other girl dance, she’s spinning too fast, something’s burning — we cut to Liz, who finds her passed out on the floor of the graffiti cave, having never left it. She didn’t spit the pill back out; she went through several of them, and her errant powers have set some junk in the cave on fire. Later, in the hospital, she can’t stop feeling the backwards drag of the tide of her emotions; every day a clean slate that she says she always messes up. 

Coming back to life didn’t erase the things that were wrong or hard before; in fact, the dissonance between the way her world was then and the way it is now have only amplified it all. She can’t think of herself as a person in the world, a living sister or daughter. And she desperately wants something to change but can’t do it by herself. Once again Amber Midthunder is hitting every single fucking note, which I know I say every time but she’s fucking good. It seems like this’ll be her last episode for a few, as well, since Rosa’s decided she’s going to try rehab again. So this weekend I’ll get my Midthunder watching Prey. 

    The biggest plot-related thru-line in the episode is the resolution of the ‘Cam abducted’ arc, but for all that, it’s the one with the least moving parts. It doesn’t take a genius mechanic or bioengineer to have guessed five and a half episodes ago that the military is behind this shit and not, y’know, some aliens. The long-spoken-of but never-yet-seen Charlie Cameron, Jenna’s sister the whistleblower, finally appears, and per her research, the group doing the abducting is called ‘Deep Sky.’ She doesn’t know much else about them, just that they’re the real dangerous deal and they are after some of her own work in genetics, making the Jenna rescue mission one to which she again sacrifices her own freedom. 

    Max’s recent good nature, meanwhile, is still holding out, and he has quit his job at the cop shop (doesn’t like office work while Jenna’s missing, which is all his boss is willing to give him after disappearing for six months and claiming it was because of a bad breakup). For cash, he’s picking up shifts at the Pony. He keeps saying it’s temporary, and knowing the show it’ll be a short temporary, but he honestly seems like he’s thriving. Liz seems like she’s thriving too, getting ready to start applying for research grants again, calling her boyfriend a bar wench, and slapping his little tush. But paradise isn’t safe from plot for long, since Max is Charlie’s buddy for the episode, and in the stinger he chases her to the hotel parking lot where she’s planning to turn herself in. She warns him away - a now-familiar beam begins to glow...and our favorite big galoot gets caught in the glare. 

There are a few encounters throughout the episode with Pater Manes, whose pleas of frailty are as unbelievable as ever, whether he’s matter-of-factly opining to Max in the diner that he just doesn’t hate stuff like he used to or glumly submitting to the judgment of his son at the hospital (Jesse: “I failed”/Alex, are-you-fucking-hearing-this-shit: “...YES.”). As a villain he is hateable but not particularly slick, although he seems to think he is. Jenna’s been the only person who’s approached him all season with anything more than outright skepticism and distaste, and look where that got her - abducted. For my money, either he’s exaggerating his physical weakness specifically for the son who will be sympathetic to that, or he’s actually out of shape but still pulling the strings from the bench. Either way, if there’s a rule of thumb for this character, it’s the obvious one: every single thing that comes out of his mouth is bullshit. 

Elsewhere Alex, who sometimes does not think things through, has invited Forrest Long on a date to go paintballing, a messy activity of simulated violence that you’d think a man with a fraught history with violence would be less eager for.* One gets the impression that he’s trying, in his own way, to impress his date - not with wine and flowers, but with how casually he can Date People. He admitted to Maria a few episodes ago that he’s never had a real relationship, and the closer you get to thirty without that kind of experience, the more anxiety-inducing even the simplest hangouts can be. He thinks he’ll be fine - the park actually holds good childhood memories for him, and it’s not a trigger - but the real danger doesn’t come until later, when he admits that he still struggles to be comfortable even being seen with a man in public. With Michael, that has never been a concern - Michael would no more ask for publicity than he’d expect it - and that might be the only way in which Michael never really challenged him. 

Forrest, meanwhile, I am reserving judgment on. So far he’s just some guy, and the thing that stood out to me most in this episode was his suggestion at the end that ~avoiding the dangers of a bar full of conservatives in order to enjoy a date more privately~ is the same as ~stepping into someone else’s closet~. It rankled me in a specific way that I get by ‘plots on tv where outness is talked about as if safety is not the point of the closet.’ Forrest has some dumb ideas of what constitutes hot (repeat after me: pissing off the bigots by being loud and proud in front of them is only cool if they don’t have the immediate ability to HURT you), and frankly, this far into the show I’d expected less naive writing. This is a dense issue I don’t want to beat to death in a tv review, and I’m by no means the authority in queer voices on it, but at this point it’s a very old chestnut that just does not get me real excited about where this relationship is going.**

Then again, there’s a significance to the fact that Alex declines going to the bar he knows is safe, opting instead for the bar where he would have to draw that caveat. One date in, and he is already putting up barriers to a relationship’s success - possibly on purpose, possibly because he cannot convince himself that this is the man he wants...and hey - if your date backs off first, you don’t have to address that thought.

Last but not least, Maria is leaning hard into the psychic powers now that she’s past the initial shock, and wants to see if they have practical applications beyond ‘becoming untethered from time and memory.’ Michael calls her necklace (the one with the flower that has the power-dampening properties) ‘preventative medicine’ and even sends Izzy to belabor the point, a decision that he has got to know is just gonna make his girlfriend grouchy. But Isobel actually gets where she’s coming from - she’s going through a self-discovery arc of her own - though points out that practice for her is a little easier than practice for Maria, whose power manifests so degeneratively. What they can do is natural to Izzy; it’s more like a grafted limb for Maria. 

    Still, she’s fairly confident for now that she’ll know when she hits the danger threshold, and be able to balance her health with her eagerness to learn more about what she can do. And for that very reason I’m...much less confident. So is Michael, who spends his episode at cross purposes to his sister and his girlfriend, hunting around in the lab for more of the plant, not just for Maria’s sake but also for her mom’s. But she’s already lent her necklace to Rosa, whose powers are also unpredictable and unasked for, and who is drowning far quicker. She reassures him that she can handle herself, and he says he knows that, but it’s Michael. We’ve seen this scared-caring side of him before, whenever any of his loved ones are in real danger, and it now seems certain that his worries and Maria’s determination will drive a psychic wedge between them while the lingering ex-lover I’d thought would be the cause is off attempting mild-mannered normal human dates with mild-mannered normal human men. 

The final development (because this review, plus the footnotes, is like 3000 words long) is one Maria herself manages to dig up: a vision she and Iz have shows a small Walt making a toy windmill for one of his alien mother figures. The mention of it jogs Michael’s memory immediately - he turns around and plucks the very toy right off a shelf at Sanders’ Auto. Turns out you can find insiders to an alien conspiracy in the weirdest of places these days. 

*Episodes that get into characters’ military lives are always ones I find myself watching with a hairy eyeball, because I’m a crank and I’ll let myself overlook some things but not others. As it turns out, this is a background that Forrest and Alex have in common, and there are just...simply a lot of fucking military people in this town. Being a Michael in some ways, I instinctively find it harder to root for these characters without a certain amount of dubiousness. Really, you can’t engage with American media without looking at how it talks about its military. But it’s also fair to say that on American network television, a show with even very vague antiwar messages is a thing you have to be actively looking for, let alone any kind of blanket condemnation. As things go, R:NM is somewhere in the middle of the park of ‘vaguely pacifist messages’ - its soldier characters are either good people trying to put a troubling past behind them, or very bad people who are proud of how well they can hold onto prejudice and who face some kind of narrative comeuppance. The consequences of war that don’t directly apply to the plot: the ruined economies; the dead, displaced, or demeaned citizens of occupied areas; the culture that perpetuates horrific things inside the ranks and at the hands thereof  - go largely untouched, at least as they apply to real conflict, aside from the scifi conflict involving the crash refugees. And that’s probably about as much contemplation of the war machine as we’re likely to get. When in doubt, Roswell tends to err on the side of saying less, which (unless it wants to switch genres entirely) seems like the smart option. 

**Or...maybe this is one of those plots that’s just too personal to write about 100% objectively - dovetailing as it does with my own anxieties and fears about rural queer dating. As a viewer I simply can’t sympathize with the more confident character in this situation; his experience has nothing to say to mine. A quiet, satisifed, personal knowledge of myself and my sexuality is different, or it feels like it’s different, than the feeling I get when I see other queer people out and about in my town: a blink of ‘Oh, god, I’m not alone’ relief, but then a rush of fear, a bone-deep conviction that these people need to hide, before something bad happens, before someone says something. When Alex talks about the voice in his head constantly aware of embarrassment, it’s not just common social fear. In his experience, ‘embarrassment’ is code for ‘grounds for punishment.’ And as a viewer, that’s the experience that recognizes me. It’s not shame. It’s hypervigilance. Like the man said: there are some complicated triggers out there.

PAINT SPLATTERS

Jamie Clayton!!!!!! Hiiiiiii oh for the love of god hello Jamie Clayton. Always a genuine pleasure to see you. Down from the halls of atmospheric high-concept evolution-of-the-human-mind prestige dramas to grace our humble little show.

Forrest, upon finding out that Alex only has the one leg: “Why don’t you lead with that? Heroism is sexy.” ... Actually, I’ve decided, I hate Forrest. That guy says the dumbest shit. I mean, leaving aside the whole question of whether there can be such a thing as heroism in a bottomless foreign conflict over economic interests resulting in the death of thousands of innocents that benefits only the few...half an hour in Alex’s company should be enough to tell anyone he’s not interested in attention over his war exploits and in fact is pretty much actively avoiding it. What does the man want, like “Uh, just so you know, I’ve had a leg shot off in a situation which really does not affect your life freedoms in any actionable way. You can thank me any time.” You think he’d be sexier if he was a complete tool? That’s what you sound like, Forrest.

On that same note, Forrest’s lack of bragging is different than Alex’s, and that feels significant: Forrest doesn’t lead with his military background because he feels inadequate next to a decorated Manes. Alex doesn’t bring it up because he simply is not that proud of the moral decisions that led him there.

On that OTHER same note, “I don’t lead with it” is actually not 100% true because it was the second goddamn thing he said to Michael during their first scene together in the pilot. And then Michael immediately insulted him. I see you both

You know what I love about Michael? He would never be caught dead suggesting he likes a man in uniform. He hates a man in uniform. Take that thing off I can’t get used to it. Put on some normal clothes. Smdh. 

If your humble reviewer sounds overly critical of the American military system and every single participant (fictional ones included) therein, that’s because I am! Just because I’m enjoying this show doesn’t mean I’m not also enjoying dissecting it to death every time its politics and mine disagree. 

[simonxriley]

Happy Mother’s Day!

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Liz Walker 

Summary: Liz celebrates Mother’s Day with her family! 

Words: 2,100

Warnings: None. 

Ao3

A/N: This was a last minute decision to write something, not just for Liz and Ghost but for mother’s day as well. Hence why it feels rushed, because it is. I knew if I didn’t get it out, you probably would have never seen it 😅. 

It was bright and early on Sunday morning and Simon was doing his best to get dressed without waking Liz up. He was hoping she and Tommy would sleep for a few more hours so he and Faith could get out the door and grab the last few things they needed from the store. 

He changed his shirt and sweatpants into a white tee and a pair of jeans, grabbed his shoes and quietly left the room. 

The next thing on the list was to see if Faith was up or not. She was beyond excited to get up early and help daddy pick out the remaining things for her mom. Today was a special day after all, mother’s day. And with her being nearly four years old she was getting more excited by such things. 

He came to her room and slowly opened the door, finding her struggling to get her shirt on. That made him chuckle. She was still learning how to get dressed on her own, it was going well for the most part, but you would still find her with a shirt on backwards or inside out. Either way Simon was still proud of her, his little princess was growing up so fast. 

“Let me help you, princess!” 

Faith looked over at him as he walked into the room, still struggling with the shirt. He placed his shoes on the floor and went over to her. Kneeling down he helped her out of the shirt, rolling it up until it was just the neck line. He stretched it a bit with his hands and pulled it over her head. 

“Okay, now give me an arm,” She moved her right arm through the hole. “The next,” Followed by the left. “Done!”

“Thank you daddy!”

“You’re welcome, princess! Do you need help with your pants?” 

“No, I got it.” 

He nodded his head and grabbed his shoes, going to sit down on her bed. As he put them on he watched her grab a pair of jeans from her dresser. She looked down at them, turning them around so the button was facing outwards. That made him smile, knowing she remembered. 

She placed one foot through the pant hole, followed by the next and pulled them up. Buttoning them proved to be a tiny bit difficult, but eventually she did it. 

“I did it daddy, I buttoned them all by myself!” 

“Good job, princess. I’m proud of you!” 

Faith smiled up at him, eyes crinkling at the side. He couldn’t help but mirror it, she was so proud of herself and it was just the most precious thing ever. The joys of watching a child learn! 

“Are we going yet?” 

“Yes. Do you want something to eat from home or when we stop at the store?” 

“Store. I want a muffin.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Get your shoes on so we can leave before your mom wakes up.” 

She ran to her closet and grabbed her shoes, sliding them on and ran back to her dad. “Ready.” 

                                                        xXx

They made it to the store about ten minutes later, thankfully they didn’t need to get much and could be in and out in no time. 

“What are we getting again? Besides my muffin?” 

Simon chuckled and helped her into the cart. “A bouquet of flowers, some doughnuts that your mum likes and a cake for later tonight.” 

“Oh okay.” 

The first stop they made was to the florist, looking over the dozens of bouquets they’ve already made. The pink roses spoke to Simon, as did the one with a mix of daisies, lilies, and tulips. It gave more of a spring vibe and that was much needed in overcast England right now. 

“Princess? Which flowers should we get, the pink roses or the mix?” 

She looked up from his phone that she was using to play a game on and looked where he was pointing. “The mix. I like them better.” 

“Okay we’ll get the mix.” 

He grabbed them from its place and placed it in the cart. The next things were the doughnuts and cake, which were right next to each other in the store. Making it a bit easier to grab and go, he wanted to get home before she woke up. Hopefully. 

Faith went back to her game while he looked over the cakes. A red velvet one caught his eyes, it was her favorite kind of cake, making it the best cake to buy. 

“Can I help you with anything?” 

“Uh yeah. The red velvet cake please.” 

“No problem!” 

While the worker got the cake ready he looked over at Faith, seeing her immersed in the game she was playing. He doesn’t blame her, she doesn’t get much screen time back home, both him and Liz want her to grow up playing outside. Not stuck inside glued to a screen. 

“Here you go.” 

Simon turned around to look back at the worker. He gave him a small smile and grabbed the cake. “Thanks mate!” 

“Have a nice day!”

“You too!” 

The last two things on the list were Faith’s muffin and the doughnuts for breakfast. Liz has been craving them lately and what better way to start off the day besides coffee and doughnuts? 

One of the best parts about going to the store early in the morning, was all the fresh pastries. 

He grabbed a box, looking over at all the doughnuts. If he didn’t grab at least two chocolate sprinkle ones he knew Liz would be mad and he didn’t want to make her mad, especially today. The others he picked out were a few glazed ones, a plain one for himself and an apple filled. 

“Which muffin do you want?” 

“Chocolate chip please!” 

Simon chuckled, already knowing she was going to say that, but he still had to ask since her mind changes faster than the weather. He grabbed two for her, knowing she’ll probably ask for one tomorrow. And with shopping done, it was back home. 

                                                        xXx

They made it back home ten minutes later and the first thing he noticed while pulling into the driveway was that the lights were on. Meaning Liz was up and no doubt Tommy as well. 

He sighed and turned the car off. He was a little bummed out that she was up already, he wanted to surprise her. Maybe next year. 

Simon got out of the car, followed by Faith. He then went over to the passengers side door and grabbed the cake, doughnuts, flowers and muffins and shut the door. Locking it. 

Faith was already in front of him, heading to the door. He balanced the stuff in one hand and went to go check if the door was unlocked, it was. Making things a lot easier to get inside. 

“Mommy!” 

Liz walked into the doorway once she heard Faith and smiled down at her as she ran with her arms wide open. 

She scooped the little one up, kissing her forehead. “Hi sweetheart! I see you did some early shopping with your dad?” 

“Yeah, it’s for you!” 

“For me?” 

She turned her head to see Simon walking into the kitchen, a smile spreading across her face. “Hon, you didn’t have to do this.” 

“Of course I did, it’s mother’s day!” He set the stuff on the table besides the flowers, and handed it to her. “It’s your day, you deserve to be cherished more than you already are!” 

Liz laughed and took the flowers from him, smelling them. “They’re beautiful! Thank you Simon, for everything!” 

She set Faith down, watching her go over to the table to sit. She turned her attention back on him, a smile gracing her face as she leaned up to give him a passionate kiss. A moment later she pulled away, seeing the cheeky grin on his face. 

“I should be thanking you, I wouldn’t have this life if it wasn’t for you! And I definitely wouldn’t be a dad if it wasn’t for you.” 

“Well, you helped in that section. Just a tiny bit.” 

She went to go grab a vase from the cabinet, big enough to fit the flowers in. Once she found one she turned on the faucet, filling it up and placed it to the side. 

“I helped? Awesome!” 

She snorted as she cut the stems of the flowers a tiny bit and placed them in the vase. 

“Yes, you did!” She laughed, putting the flowers on the kitchen table. “Why don’t you grab the rest of the stuff you got me and I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” 

Simon smirked and nodded his head. “You know me so well.” 

“I do.” 

She could hear him laugh as she grabbed the coffee pot from the maker. Turning the water on she filled it up to about the ten mark. With how much coffee they both drink, that might not even be enough. She poured the water into the maker and grabbed a filter from the cabinet, followed by the coffee. After a few scoops into the filter she put the coffee back and started the brewing. 

As the coffee brewed she walked over to the table, seeing Faith had already started eating her muffin. “Would you like a drink with that sweetheart?” 

“Milk.” 

“Okay, I’ll get you some milk.” 

While Liz got her some milk, she heard heavy footfalls coming down the stairs and glanced over at the doorway. Just in time to see him walking in with a few more things. One caught her eye right away, a medium sized black box with nothing on it. That made her more curious than she already was. 

She brought Faith her milk and sat down in front of her gifts. Besides the black box with the mystery inside it, she saw a card, a stuffed shark that was no doubt Faith’s idea, and a smaller box that looked to have jewelry in it.  

“Well look at all this, where do I even start?” She grabbed the shark and laughed, looking over at Faith. “Was this your idea?” 

“Yes. I saw it at the store with daddy and you like sharks, so we got it for you!” 

“Aww. that’s very sweet! He’s gonna go right on my bed.” 

Faith smiled and went back to her muffin. The next thing she picked up was the card; she opened the envelope to reveal that it was homemade. ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ was spelled out in stickers, along with ‘I love you’. The rest of the card had a bunch of doodles and other stickers. Even though she knew Simon helped her, it was still the sweetest thing. 

“Thank you for the card, princess! I’m going to forever cherish it.” 

“You’re welcome mommy!” 

She wanted to go for the black box, but knew it would be best to wait, so she went for the smaller one. She took the top off, revealing a rose gold necklace with the letters S, F and T on them. Her face softened and she turned to Simon. 

“Now I can have my favorite people wherever I go! You really are the best husband, Simon. I love you!” 

“I love you too!” 

Liz took the necklace out of the box and put it on, feeling it beneath her finger tips. Now the last box and the most anticipated one. But as soon as she reached for it the baby monitor came to live with babbling from Tommy. 

“I’ll go get him and don’t open that yet.” 

She sighed, but obliged nonetheless. While she patiently waited she tapped her fingers on the box, she knew it could take a few minutes before they both came back and the anticipation was getting to her. 

“Okay you can open it now.” 

From behind her she heard him fiddling with the high chair and placed Tommy in it. She slowly lifted up the top of the box and set it aside, then the white casing above it. Her mouth fell agape, and she glanced over at him. What stared at her was a bowie knife, the blade was stainless steel, but the handle was what caught her eye. 

She took it out of the box, feeling the handle. It was made up of gorgeous cocobolo dymondwood and the top of the handle was gold. It was purely gorgeous to her. 

“I have no idea what to say, this is gorgeous! This is definitely going in my collection! Thank you, all of you!” 

“You’re welcome, Love!” He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “And happy mother’s day!”

[ness-plays-wizards]

Alfonse Route, Chapter 1 (1-5)

The man, Alfonse Totally-Not-Goldstein. The route number, 19. The season, 7. 

We begin with Remy appointing Liz as Prefect. Didn’t this already happen last season? I thought we were committed to the more linear storyline this time. Perhaps its a dream. Let’s find out. 

Remy says a lot of things about responsibility and “being an example to other students” and a lot of stuff that isn’t really important, because the real reason to become a prefect is to not be bogged down by tedious things such as “class schedules” and “school rules.” 

Remy gives Liz her white prefect cloak and the line is full of symbolism so heavy it’d make my English teacher cry. Apparently, this is not a nightmare that is about to end in a horrible bout of foreshadowing.

Liz launches into a Kissing-Booth-style recap of her life so far- teenage wizardess accepted into Knock Off Hogwarts, rising to the top of the class, dealing with a sudden headmaster change, the reveal of the Night Class, a class that totally existed ever since Season 1, the reveal of the immortal teenage royal person trapped in the magic basement, the thieving incident I already forgot about, and the Big Booty Wizard case, except without dating anyone this time. I want to snark that that sounds great, but the romance routes weren’t super bad, so I didn’t want to claw my eyes out while reading them.

Except Zeus’s. Zeus can go choke.

We skip to a few months later when Liz is standing in some ruins we’ve never seen before. But ho, who is this?

Elias is allowed to be in this route?? Makes sense, since this route is going to have a side of Goldstein family drama. And he’s Deputy Prefect! Hang on, I gotta go feel some emotions for a second here. Liz and Elias as Prefect and Deputy Prefect are the dream team I never knew I needed.

STOP THE PRESSES.

BEST BOY IS BACK. HE’S ALSO DEPUTY PREFECT. HANG ON I NEED TO FEEL THINGS AGAIN.

Anyway, Elias and Yukiya are helping Liz investigate the Mysterious Ruins Unlike Any Seen Before. Elias and Yukiya comment on how surprised they are that Liz asked them to be her deputies, especially since usually a prefect is only allowed one deputy. Liz tells them she picked them for their abilities, and because she trust them. Aw! (Notice how Luca was NOT included. 👀 Just sayin’. Dude’s untrusthworthy)

Yukiya almost ruins the vibe by saying he’ll do his best to protect Liz, but Girlboss Liz says “nah fam we’re not doing the protection thing” and says that she wants them to work together and help each other improve. They share a heartfelt moment of friendship before continuing to investigate.

We flash back to the Headmaster’s office, as usual, Zeus is a dick.

Fuck you too, Zeus. You’re actually useless now, Your route’s over, your SEASON’S over, take a hint bro. Zeus starts being a dick to Elias and Yukiya, and Caesar tells him to shut the fuck. Well, I wish he’d actually told him to shut the fuck up, but that’s basically what Caesar said. Hiro also tells Zeus to shut up. Zeus does not. Liz tells Zeus to shut up. Zeus still does not shut up and then boasts about how Hiro’s stronger than the entire Day Class apparently. Sure okay. This dude just cannot save the right attitude for the right time, can he?

The bickering finally ends after Remy reigns them in. Look at this face. This man has aged 20 years after listening to Zeus’s bullshit. This is the same look my chemistry teacher gives the class when someone blurts out something stupid. He just looks like he wants to go back to bed. Man, listening to Zeus ages one like a motherfucker.

Remy tells the prefects that he wants them to investigate a strange disease that turns people into monsters. I think it’s kind of weird that we used to summon specialized ministry people to deal with this stuff, and now we’re just dumping it on the flock of prefects. What are the prefects anymore? At this point they’re like head-students/detectives/teacher’s assistants/teachers. They should just rename the position to “Whatever The Plot Needs Me To Be”

We end on a cliffhanger as Liz reacts with surprise to the Furry Disease. Idk if it actually turns them into furry monsters, but like... come on. Your brain went there too.

[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 1)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You have a big secret about your life, and so might your crush.

Word Count: 2253

Chapter 2

You woke up, looking around at the apartment to yourself, and got ready for school. You made yourself some scrambled eggs; they were quick enough to make. You ate and cleaned up, not that anyone was expecting you to. You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself one last time. You frowned, but smoothened out your shirt.

Peter liked this shirt. He once told you that at lunch, when you brought him cookies made cookies for him and Ned. It was a Bowsette shirt, and this time instead of wearing it lose you tucked it in. Maybe he'd like that? Not that it was doing much for your body. You did read somewhere that having confident vibes was attractive, so maybe you just needed to act confident, and he'd notice that you wore the shirt he likes? It was stupid, but you were doing it anyways.

You locked up your apartment and walked to Peter's nicer apartment complex, where you sat down on the untagged steps outside. A few minutes later Peter came rushing out with a piece of toast in his mouth. You turned and smiled, perking up.

"Morning Peter." You chirped. No matter how bad you could feel sometimes, you couldn't help but have the best of attitudes around Peter.

"Morning." He said, voice muffled. He took a bite and ripped off a piece of toast, silently giving it to you. You took it and ate with him. "So I just got a text from Ned, and we have to pair up in biology for a project on the genetics of different forms of life."

He sounded pepped up, and so were you. You loved doing projects. It was a stress reliever from working at nights, and you got to spend some time after school with Peter. To you, projects were amazing. "So, who're you gonna pick for your partner?" You teased.

"Of course only the one person I know who can keep up with me." He nudged you, and you giggled. "I wish Liz was in that class. She's really smart."

Then there was that. Peter's crush on Liz. Though it made you feel terrible about yourself, you couldn't help but constantly compare yourself to Liz. She was so much prettier than you, smarter, actually popular. Not that you really cared about popularity, but it seemed like everyone adored her, Peter included. You didn't dislike her, you just wished you could be more like her. But if she's what makes Peter happy, then you would try to be the most supportive friend you could be.

"I bet you do." You did your best to smile. "Are we still on for joining the Mathletes?"

"I don't know. What if I get too nervous around Liz and start messing everything up? Then I'll look like an idiot."

"First of all, never call yourself an idiot. You're a genius, own it. Second, me and Ned are gonna join with you. We'll have your back Peter. We'll all have some fun, and you'll get to spend more time with her. We'll be in the back for support if you need us."

He nodded and put an arm around you, squeezing your shoulders as he side hugged you. "Thanks y/n. I can always count on you and Ned to be really awesome friends."

Though it took a blow to your feelings and self esteem, all you responded with was "Of course." as you walked into school and met up with Ned.

Sometimes, keeping things to yourself was just the better option. There were two things you kept from Peter. One, you were completely and undoubtedly in love with him. Only Ned knew about this, since he's just as close to you as Peter is. Two, the day you went to the Stark museum field trip and got bit by that spider changed your life forever.

As the day went on, so did your anxiousness. It was good this time; you didn't have work today at Delmar's Deli-Grocery, meaning it was time to suit up. Queens always needed help, and you were happy to do it. So was this other guy with similar abilities, but you never met him, so you didn't worry about it.

Mathletes went pretty much as expected. Peter was adorably awkward around Liz, but a genius none the less. You actually had some fun with Ned, goofing off as well as being able to get some work done. Peter would come back to you two every now and then to give updates. "You okay?" Ned quietly asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You rested your chin on your hand and leaned over. "What about you? Like anybody right now?"

He gave you a goofy smile. "Nobody specific, but I'm hoping being in the Mathletes will show girls how smart I am."

You gave him a toothy grin in return. "I'm sure they will. Girls who are worth your time are suckers for nerds." Ned nodded his head eagerly in response.

Peter caught a glimpse of your conversation with Ned about girls liking nerds, and it sounded like a really tempting topic to over and listen about, but he had to focus on Liz. Giving her his main attention will show her that this is just as important to him as it is to her.

When Mathletes was over, Peter went over to you and an excited Ned, trying to ignore that nagging left out feeling he was having. "What'd I miss?"

"Y/n's gonna paint the Millennium Falcon and Death Star on my walls!" Ned said excitedly.

"Woah, really?"

You shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I like painting, and it's not like my landlord would let me do it on my own walls. His parents are gonna take me to buy the paints and pay me for doing it too, so it's really just me getting all the benefits."

"It's gonna happen next week, so we should have a marathon over the weekend." Ned proposed.

"I love that idea!" Peter said, getting pumped up and excited in a very cute way he does. "We should do it at your house!" He said to you.

"I'm so down!" You excitedly said. "But right now I have homework to do, so let's walk home."

Ned said his goodbyes as he got picked up. You and Peter walked home together talking about Star Wars and how he would love it if you painted for him sometime. You promised him you would and said your goodbyes, watching him walk up his apartment complex steps and disappearing. You then quickly ran home to put on your super suit and head out.

Meanwhile, Peter came home to see Mr. Tony Stark in his very own living room. "Aunt May, I'm ho–"

The two heads turned to see the suddenly out of breath teen. "Oh, hey! Mr. Stark was just telling me how you got accepted." Aunt May smiled.

"W...wha–how–um, hi." He breathed out.

Tony smiled effortlessly as he got up. "I was just talking to your Aunt May over here about your acceptance for your application into the Stark internship." He winked. "Can we talk privately in your room?"

"Ye...uh, sure. Course." They both went into his room and Tony closed the door, looking around the room.

"So your aunt seems nice." Tony said nonchalantly. "Really doesn't look like an aunt."

"Um, why are you here Mr. Stark? I never filled out an–"

"She's cute." He picked up a framed picture of you and Peter, you hugging him while you both smiled. Tony instantly recognized you as the other person he was going to recruit.

"Y–uh, I guess." The question was very flustering for Peter.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Woah! No, we're just friends. There's actually this other girl–"

Tony set the picture down and went on to his phone. "Okay, I'm bored with this story now." He then pulled up a video of a disguised man stop a car from crashing into a bus. "This you?"

"No! I don't know who that is."

"Yeah?" He looked up and got the broom that was against the wall, pushing one of the air vents out of the way and watching Peter's suit fall while tied to a rope. "Tell anybody about your powers?"

"No! Not even Aunt May, I promise. It's been a secret since I got them."

Tony nodded. "I'll cut to the point. I need you to come with me to Berlin. There's something you can help me with. Think of it as a mission. Are you up for it?" Peter only nodded his head. "Good, we got one more stop to make."

You got home to your apartment after stopping a robbery at a fast food restaurant. You took a shower and finished your homework fairly quickly. After backing some double brownie cookies for the weekend, you started pencil drawing to pass the time. That's when you heard a knock at the door. Your hair was still a bit damp as you curiously got up and answered the door. In front of your very eyes was the infamous Tony Stark.

"Woah." Was the first thing to drop out of your mouth. You wanted to slap yourself. You quietly said, "Hello."

You stuck out your hand for a hand shake, trying to make it as firm as you could while feeling nervous around the celebrity. As he shook it, you swallowed your nervousness down and remembered that everyone has flaws and he's just a regular person.

"Hi, can I come in?" You forced a smile and nodded, stepping aside as he came in and walked around your house. In all honesty, it was kind of making you uncomfortable how much observing he was doing. He noticed the same picture Peter had was hanged up on your wall. "Is this your boyfriend?"

You nervously laughed at the thought of that fantasy. "I wish." You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you, feeling that this was going to be fun to tease about over this mission. "But I've been friend zoned, so yeah." You quickly said. "Anyways, would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Got any sweets or something? I am kind of hungry." He didn't look at you and kept wandering around your apartment. You silently nodded and took out the container of cookies you just put in the cupboard. You made those for the Star Wars binge, but if you had to sacrifice some for Tony Stark, so be it. You opened it from the kitchen counter, and he took one while inspecting your kitchen. "Oh wow. These are good. Make them yourself?"

"Yeah actually. Thanks." He opened your finance drawer with your bills, newspaper coupons and food stamps. You quickly closed it. "Um, please don't look at that!"

He looked you in the eye for a second before nodding and looking at another picture of Peter and you, this time with you trying to cover your face from the selfie. "So, I've read your personal file."

He was so straight forward that you didn't know how to react. "Oh. Are you even allowed to do that?"

"I'm allowed to bend the rules a bit sometimes." You huffed in response. Rich people. "Emancipated at 15. That's a lot."

"Yeah, I guess. I'd like to think I've adjusted well." You put on a smile again.

He leaned against the kitchen counter. "You miss your mom?"

"Um, she needed to learn how to take care of herself before she could take care of anybody else. I'm okay with that." You rocked on your heals.

"That's very mature of you, but you didn't answer my question."

You really didn't know why you felt so open with him. Maybe it was all that internet stalking. Damn. But you weren't about to spill out your life to this man and scare him off. No matter how well you felt like you kind of knew him. "Mm, it's complicated."

"And what about your dad?"

You truthfully never really think about him. "What about him?"

"You don't want to meet him? Know anything about him?"

You let out a laugh. "The only thing I want to know about him is his address, so I could file for some child support."

Tony smirked, deciding that he liked you. "Can you even file for yourself."

You sighed. "Probably not. Sometimes the government can suck."

He nodded his head, his eyes averting to your room. Shit. "What're those?"

"Oh, um, you don't need to see that!" He walked a lot faster than you and went into your room. You silently cursed your small legs. "Wow. These are a lot of drawings. And there's a lot of Thor. Do we have a little crush on a certain God?"

"Maybe!" You blurted out, much to Tony's amusement.

There was a small desk over a bulletin board full of your drawings. You got the desk when you saw pieces of wood being thrown out of a Home Depot because of chips and scratches, and you volunteered to take it off their hands. You built it yourself, wobbly and uneven, and painted some of it with the paints Aunt May got you. It made you look like the help, but it was nothing compared to the drawings you had of the superheroes.

"So what if I do? I know a ton of people who have fake crushes on you!"

"And you're not one of them?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Should I be offended?"

You smiled, genuinely smiled, and shook your head. "People have fake crushes on unrealistically perfect people. Thor, Thor is unrealistically perfect. You have a ton of flaws but are essentially a good person at heart... With all respect."

"What makes you think I'm not just perfect?" He was truthfully interested in hearing your take on this.

"Because it takes a person with anxiety to know a person with anxiety." Tony uncomfortably shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"I've seen some bad stuff too, not as bad as you, but I know that memories creep up when things get too much to handle. You have a ton of things to handle. I've seen some interviews that get to you. Some things that people say. The rude reporters. Even though a lot of people say bad things about you, your company, and even your family, you still have it in you to fight for everyone. That's amazing. You're not unrealistically perfect, but you are realistically perfect to me."

He paused for a moment, absorbing what was said. "If you're not in love with me, then why do you take the time to know so much about me?"

"Because, while I don't think of you as the fake love of my life, I see you as someone I look up to."

"Believe me kid, you should look up to someone else." He tried to joke it off.

You shrugged. "I don't have anyone else." You felt embarrassed suddenly, looking down at your desk. You then smiled again and searched through your drawings, picking up one of Tony smiling. "Just think of me as your number one fan. You can have that."

"Huh." Was all he said as he looked at it.

"What? Not used to seeing yourself smile?" You giggled. "Anyways, why are you here?"

"Oh, right." He took out his phone, showing you a video of you suited up, stopping a moving car full of robbers until the police showed up.

You sighed. "Okay, you found me. What now?"

"You're not going to try and lie for your secret identity?" Tony smiled again.

"To Ironman?" You giggled again. "No."

"Well, there's a mission in Berlin I need you and the Spiderman's assistance for."

"Is that what he calls himself?"

"Yeah. You met him?" You shook your head, and Tony knew he was going to enjoy this. "Well, you're about to. Ready Spidergirl?"

"Um, shouldn't I pack or something?"

"No need. I got you provisions and clothes for a few days. Especially considering that's probably the only kind of things you have."

You clutched your baggy shirt. "Rude, but true."

"Okay then, stay here." He then left the apartment for a bit and came back with a nice looking shirt and ripped jeans. "I don't want people thinking I found a homeless girl off the side of the street."

"You're so mean." You breathed out a laugh. "Thank you though. I'll be out in a bit." You stepped out a minute later uncomfortably. "Ready?"

"Look at you, looking like a girl." He teased.

You laughed. "Who'd have known? Let's go."

"You ready to meet the Spiderman?" Tony asked as you both stepped down from the apartment complex.

"Should I be? I don't even know who that is." He winked at you before opening the door for you. You slid in the back seat and looked at a surprised Peter dead in the eye. "Holy shit!"

[softgrungeprophet]

i liked agent venom when i read it, partially because it actually had a discernible plot and a story that wasn’t just half finished and abandoned from constant cancellations, but at the same time i hate it. i hate it so much.

i hate that flash became venom and suddenly, all of his relationships were completely erased except for like, betty and sometimes peter and that was it. mj and harry who? childhood friendship with liz? no she’s just going to... blackmail him for some reason even though they’ve known each other for literally like 15 years

i hate the agent venom origin slott wrote, i hate flash being pissy about peter confiding in MJ, who they are both friends with, because if you’re dan slott you can’t talk to girls unless you plan on fucking them, i hate how gung ho slott is about the military propaganda and the fucking american flag behind flash in superior spider-man, even though superior (a comic i don’t ever plan to read in full) actually had a good moment with flash and “peter” and flash’s tenseness in a domestic argument situation

(i also hate that that one pre-agent venom web of spidey comic could have been good, actually had good assistive devices, but then... the entire villain plot is about some Mysterious Terrorist or whatever who nonetheless congratulates flash for “constructively” letting out his anger on faceless middle-eastern soldiers, and this is played straight--disgusting)

i hate all of it even the things i like because they took a character who actually was fairly complex and flattened him into a football-loving, gun-toting, all-american patriot who loves god and his country, at odds with the previous 30 years of character development, at odds with the flash who when asked if he liked being in the army (after being DRAFTED into fucking vietnam) said that there is no liking the army, only dealing with it, and i hate every bro who thinks agent venom was the coming of the great whatever and acts like flash was completely nothing before then and that only in agent venom did he have any character when the opposite is true and agent venom trampled out every bit of nuance he had to focus on alcohol and football and nothing else (at least bunn finally put him back into a school again, had him working with youth again (andi in this case))

i hate, unrelated to agent venom, the fact that flash the complex character has been further and further stretched and distorted to have been a horribly violent schoolwide bully as a teenager rather than what he actually was--an obnoxious kid with a fucked up home life trying to fuck with one specific kid--to the point that even in the college stuff, even AFTER having “become good,” he’s the only one who gets repeatedly and purposefully excluded from official works and fan works alike because everyone thinks of him as nothing more than a bully, that every movie appearance of flash sucks except TASM (which is still barely a flutter but you can tell thought was actually put into his character by the actor himself), the fact that he’s the only living member of the friend group (because i assume gwen is dead) who doesn’t get more than a single-line mention in the ps4 game (but at least it’s positive, and i like to pretend that MJ was checking on him when she went to the veteran’s center since we know he works with veterans in the game, even if we never see him) (i still want to be able to go to coffee with mj, flash and harry all together)

i don’t like the bullying flashback in the bunn AV run (even though i liked the comic as a whole, especially with andi, and how bunn and shalvey moved away from the military stuff more toward neighborhood protector stuff), i don’t like bunn’s take on high school flash (he also wrote a different spider-man comic with high school flash a little bit before then)

i hate that flash’s growth wrt his disability, which he came to accept as a part of him that he didn’t need to find some miracle cure for, was completely thrown down the toilet so they could do their stupid supersoldier agent venom shit, which flies directly against the SPECIFIC endpoint of the stages of grief comic, which SPECIFICALLY used superserums and bionic military limb testing as the thing he did not need in his life--and then dan slott runs over like teehee here’s some bionic supersoldier military testing shit :3c

hate that he was killed for the stupidest reason by norman fucking osborn, hate that the disabled abuse survivor was killed by the man who killed one of his best friends, who abused another, who manipulated HIM, who drove him into a fucking building after force-feeding him hard alcohol, hate that norman got to “win” against flash one last time, hate that norman is now being treated as this fucking “couldn’t help it” case while harry is Actually Bad, and still, flash is what? a dream symbiote dragon? fucking stupid and i hate it, i don’t want any of it

every new thing i see about new spider-man and venom comics wrt flash makes me wish he would stay dead lmfao

but it’s not like there weren’t already a ton of bad comics about him but at the very least... i would like something that isn’t just about the Patriotic Soldier Boy who never actually fucking existed

the football thing is a really fun one--and i love that the TASM movie made flash play basketball in that movie because if you look at comics from the 60s through to the early-mid 2000s, preceding agent venom... flash stopped playing football after high school and started playing basketball instead. started doing other sports, probably stopped football because, gee i can guess who told him to play football in the first place, but somehow agent venom happened and decided that his entire life was just Football and Guns? when he hadn’t touched a football in literally like... 10 years in-universe

(TASM best live-action spidey adaptation)

there is not purpose to this rant i just needed to get all this shit out of my head

i am very On Edge the past few weeks and idk why, just ADHD brain shit I guess but everything makes me tense lately (probably why i played through 77% of the spidey game in literally four days by virtue of doing absolutely nothing else in my free time) (i’m taking a break for the sake of my hands but maybe i should go keep playing lol)

i know some people like the dragon and i’ve added it to my “flash trans” list but in the context of stories about flash over the past ten years i really am not interested, and this coming from someone who read eragon 9 times in middle school and grew up reading mostly high fantasy and dragon books. i just. don’t want it. not by the writers currently going at least. maybe if it was someone else or if i knew it would be anything more than a future of soldier boy alcohol football crap lmfao

[quakerjoe]

Biden, #MeToo, and why I can’t support him.

Anyone who supports Biden, by my reckoning, is fine with putting their name to yet another sexual predator in the White House

Where’s the outrage, people? All you #MeToo supporters out there are fantastically quiet about the accusation leveled against Biden. Where are all of you who were appalled at the recording of trump bragging how the rich and powerful can just walk up and grab a woman by the pussy? That’s what Biden actually DID (allegedly). If you’re fine with Biden, hand in your #MeToo card and strike the word ‘feminist’ or ‘humanist’ from your personal bios. 

If you don’t know a woman who’s a survivor, then you don’t know women. That means that none of them have trusted you enough to tell you their stories. I’ve heard many. Once upon a time, I was in a relationship with one and I heard her horror story. She felt that her freaking out when we tried to get intimate with me was unfair so she left. Then she killed herself.

Is Biden REALLY better than trump? Really? Really? Of trump, whom I loathe more than anyone else on Earth, I can say, with all honesty, this much: I KNOW where I stand with him and his band of fuckwits. ALL of his fuckery has been mostly done out in the open. While everyone’s freaking out over it, they’re all huddling behind Biden; many out of such sheer desperation to remove trump that they’ve literally allowed the Democratic party to compromise them and their morals and core beliefs. IF you’re supporting Biden, you’re not compromising, YOU’VE BEEN COMPROMISED. You ALLOWED the Democratic party to lower their own standards SO low they’re practically as filthy as the GOP only there’s one sad, horrible difference between them and just one- While the GOP is openly vile, reprehensible, and are more than willing to fuck you all to your face; fuck you and fuck yours and go fuck yourself... Democrats smile, say nice things, then stab you in the back. Democrats now only pay lip service, make half-baked and half ass attempts to try to convince you that they’re Left in some way, all while being far right of where they were years ago. There IS no Left anymore, and you’ve been dragged along with them. When is enough, enough, people?

There’s clearly only ONE person the Democrats hated more than trump- Bernie Sanders. Between mainstream media ignoring him and Dems ganging up to defeat him, clearly the party doesn’t give a flying fuck about YOU. They’re just not into you, baby; it’d interrupt the cash flow from their donors, most of them being the same rich twats buying GOPers. Look how fast Bloomberg bought Dems!

Now you’re all acting like trump supporters for the BlueMAGA. Seriously? Really? The rapist? The guy whose motto is essentially “Don’t worry, I won’t change shit; I’ll just bring us back to normal (meaning back to the era that brought us trump in the fucking FIRST place).

How many of you BOTHERED reviewing Biden’s super-shitty policies and actions over his career? (crickets) How many of you have any spine enough to see just how fucking useless he is at this stage? Fuck me, man; this asshole can’t even speak! We already have that. He’s already got various degrees of sexual assault on the books. We already have that. He’s all to eager to work with the GOP and cater to the rich. We already have that! He’s boring as fuck, abrasive and he does NOT inspire voters to come charging out this November.

Trump does, though. His fanatics are breaking down the gates during a pandemic; you can bet your privileged asses that they’ll be out come November assuming they did’t keel over dead from COVID-19. That may be the only edge that Biden gets as he does and says fuck-all nothing except hope that trump screws up enough to get his base to stay home and enough of his own Biden Bros to show up. That’s his big plan, kids.

Kiss your $15/hr good-bye. You don’t seriously thing team biden will really pull that off, do you? For fuck sake, according to Liz Warren, if the min. wage  kept up with cost of living and inflation, it should be at $23/hr NOW. According to Robert Reich, it’s even higher. $15/hr was what we needed well over a decade ago. If biden does pull it off, it’s a token fist in your ass at best, you puppet.

Kiss M4A good-bye. It’s evident that you’d rather dump your cash into the overpriced, empty promises of insurance companies, big pharma, and stoke the fires of endless war with financing the Military Industrial Complex than live a safe, healthy life.

Kiss any sort of Green New Deal good-bye while Pelosi and the others sneer at it and look down their noses at you.

I certainly don’t WANT more of trump...

...but thinking biden will make things better is foolish. Trump will happily stab you through the chest, but the likes of biden prefer to smile while they stab you through the back using the blade forged out of empty promises and lip service. Fuck, if you’re keeping track of the Dem. pundits, they’re already lining up to blame biden’s apparent loss on Sanders and people like me. They’re ALREADY gearing up for him to LOSE. What does THAT tell you? His popularity is utter shit compared to HRC back in 2016.

Let’s not forget that most of Bernie’s supporters backed HRC in 2016 and voted for her. Before that, let’s not forget HER followers’ loyalty when MOST of them bailed on Obama to support McCain. 

I won’t put my name to a vote for Biden. I won’t. I’ve heard too many tales of horror from Survivors and given that Al Franken’s career was burned for much less, I don’t appreciate the HYPOCRISY of the #MeTooExceptBiden rhetoric. MY moral compass, my values, my principles will no longer be something I give the DNC permission to shit on and compromise. If the US needs another 4 of trump burning the house down to wake the fuck up and LEARN that the Dems are a band of feckless twats on the take and actually start voting for PROGRESSIVES and those who are actually LEFT, then so be it. Let the children learn by touching the hot fucking stove; I’ve warned them enough, for years and years now. It’s time to grow a pair of whatever inspires you and wake the fuck up and stop fronting rich, white guys who are all for helping the rich scam us into tax breaks and socialism for them and their corporations while fucking us all in the ass without a kiss first, a grease up, or so much as a reach-around.

Year after year we do this shit and it’s getting worse. Yay, we won the House. So fucking what? What have they ACHIEVED? Pelosi scoffs at saving lives with M4A and we, as a party and a nation failed to get the Senate. The GOP is still cock-blocking everything, good or bad, passed by the House, so really, no big “blue wave” there to brag about.

These people are not stupid. They know the general population is complicit and disinterested in change. Look at all the anti-gun protest after every school shooting? Has much been done since? Technically, trump’s been more hard-ass over gun control than Obama! Holy shit, guys! The “Pussy Hat” march. What’s changed? Meh. Not much. To the GOP and corporate/establishment Dems, women are cheap and nobody cares. Point gone like a fart in the wind. The GOP and the Dems alike know that they can keep you all punching DOWN instead of taking a moment to glance up and see who’d really punching YOU. So long as they let you march, protest, bitch and scream now and then, you’ll get it all out of your system and then it’ll settle down and go back to “normal”.

“Normal” didn’t used to be finding it acceptable to have a documented sexual predator in the White House.

IF you have no problem with Biden, then you must also have no problem with Weinstein, right? Cosby? Judge Kavenaugh?

Uh huh.

I don’t want trump. I want him gone. I refuse to do it with biden taking his place because seriously, the guy wanted to shitcan SS and Medicare/Medicaid. He was gung-ho for Iraq and Afghanistan. He’s a bucket of charred turds.

Look all the women you love, if you have the courage to do so, and you tell them “Hey, I’m fine with electing another rapist for president!” because that’s literally what you’ll be doing. Why don’t you beat and slap her around for a bit before you go out to vote while you’re at it. Backing biden only continues giving permission to the Dems to offer you the worst possible candidate so they can keep their cash flow going.

Have some courage. Have some dignity. Have some fucking empathy and compassion, for fuck sake. Then, maybe, a woman might trust you enough to tell you HER horror story of survival.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 10. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Man I live for Sam Wilson. He’s too much to handle. He’s that chaotic friend for sure.

Word count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Probably like none? Idk.

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five  Part Six  Part seven  Part eight  Part nine

If you like to have your readings in order :):  H E R E  

You had a deep coma until two p.m. the next morning, unable to move, speak or talk, just laying in your head under the blankets, watching some Audrey Hepburn movies running on the TV.

When you for yourself together and felt like standing up, you took a long shower full of bubbles and nicely smelling cosmetics, then you took the rest of the make-up down. Then, with your stomach still being heavy as fuck, you ordered some food from a near pizza shop. Then, again, you fell down the bed, still looking like a piece of trash.

When your phone rang, you picked it up without even looking at the name on the display. You thought that it's the pizza courier.

"I'm sorry man, I can't even walk. Can you go to the third floor, fifth door? On the back of the hall. You can't miss it." - You growled tiredly like a Golum, sounding really tired.

"If you tell me on which address, I will come. Are you expecting someone?" - You heard Steve's voice from the other side. His voice was breathy, so you knew that he's on his daily jog. You couldn't even know ho terrified he actually was because of the answer. You surely were expecting someone. Some man from yesterdays evening. 

His confidence slowly fell down from hundred to zero seriously fast. And you didn't even have to say or do anything for that matter.

"Yeah, queen Liz will be at my place aaaany minute." - You said quietly, but your fingers started to play with the necklace almost immediately. It was perfect and you never wanted to take it off. - "Just the pizza delivery guy. I'm hungry but too lazy to cook. It really made me tired yesterday."

"You were perfect." - He said breathlessly. Your lips curled into a slight smile. Steve was running around Brooklyn park with a perfectly dreamy look on his face. You two were such dorks - "I could not believe my eyes. You were so close and so full of life, so beautiful... Dear lord."

"Steve, you really knew which one am I? Didn't you look after Deena, May or Suzie? Because you surely are not talking about me." - The breath stuck in your breath and your heart was beating faster and faster. You probably had to stand just a few feet from him. He could basically touch you if he wanted to. And you wished that he have even when you knew that Steve wasn't that kind of a man.

"I was looking at you and only you. And what about that solo with your friend? I liked that. That was funny." - Steve smiled. You only heard yourself giggling and squealing. That made the big man a bit worried. He never heard you do those sounds so loudly. But now you had a serious hungover and you were just happy. There was nothing to hide anymore. - "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I am. I perfectly am. Just... You were there, with me, watching us, maybe even singing and clapping, you gave me that beautiful necklace... And..." - You mumbled with the speed of light. You are so sweet. Steve found it nice to find someone so pure and so happy because of such a small thing which was completely natural for him.

"So you liked it?" - Steve stopped and breathed the six miles he just ran. His thighs and ass were slightly burning, that was a sign of a seriously good work out.

"I... I loved it. I will never take it off, I swear!" - You exclaimed. Your head and body hurt, but Steve has woken you up so much, that you have completely forgotten about that. That was just what Steve did to you daily. - "Also, it was you, am I right?"

"I was what?" - He laughed and you heard as he drank something.

"Ten grand out of our twenty-five? You did it, am I right?" - You smiled. Steve was obviously just a really good, real and honest man who cared about local charities. A good heart with a good soul - Steve obviously wasn't the one who would flex on you with his money. He would never.

"Maybe it was me, maybe it was not me. Do not care about that. I and my lads loved it yesterday so we wanted to let you know. Did you get that note?" - Steve asked, his voice tone suddenly changing from playful to hoping. You froze in one place. The note... THE note.

You must've lost it when you were taking the board from Tony Stark himself. Suddenly, you wanted to cry. It must've been something important for him.

"Oh Steve, I'm so sorry..." - You shuttered and sobbed as you were about to cry. What was the note about?

"Hey. Do not be sad, alright? It's not a big deal at all, Y/N. I'll think about something else, just keep your spirits up, sweetheart."

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Even tho Steve acted like it was a no big deal, it was a huge one for him. He wrote you a short note, in which he was asking you on a serious date. Sam made him do it because he was so curious about your reaction - old school yes or no note with a date and a location. But you have lost it.

Steve wasn't mad, of course, he wasn't. But he has some high hopes for that. He was crazy about you saying yes, to finally meet you, take you out on a dinner and to be just... With you, your beauty and bright mind.

He was calling you throughout his entire jog and as you ate your pizza. In the end, he truly asked for your friend's number, because Bucky was persistent about getting to know that girl.

"I will hang up. I have a meeting with some friends today, but I can call you in the evening, is that alright?" - Steve stopped in front of his apartment door, adjusting the microphone on his earphones as he was searching for his keys.

"I will hopefully survive today. I will miss you, handsome." - You said in a sweet tone and Steve felt as his knees melt a bit. Now he could imagine your face and expression, your big shiny eyes and beautiful lips curling to a smile. And when Steve closed his eyes, the feeling became even more intense. You were perfect for him.

"Tell me about it. Be safe." - Steve basically purred and got into the apartment. Bucky immediately took notice of his lad and he smiled at Steve. His expression was telling so much without him even saying a word.

"I will, bye." - You sighed lightly and hung up.

"I should take a photo of you." - Bucky joked and when he said a word photo, Sam immediately hurried out of bedroom only in his boxers.

"Ma man just saw some boobs, didn't he?" - Sam clapped cheerfully and Steve just waved him off. Sam and boobs - that could've been an idea for a saga. - "Hope you got the number for Mr. I Will Teach About Jesus. He is just fuckin' persistent because of it."

"Got it. But now we should prepare for that big Avengers evening. Tony will be curious about that ten grand I gave to them." - Steve said cheesily with a laugh.

When he was taking another shower and dressing up, two texts were delivered to his phone. One of them was some Deena's number. Steve figured out that that was your friend's name.

The second one was a cute photo of you - your face, messy hair, slight smile and big eyes looking at him. You had a tank top on to show off your new necklace. The smile was definitely the cutest ever. He immediately needed to show Bucky.

"Yeah. She's... She's just perfect, pal. But I'm more interested in the first text." - Bucky winked. Steve couldn't be mad at him. Bucky always had a thing for girls which radiated that bad girl energy, those nasty ones who could kick his ass. And Deena, as you called her, was surely that type who could show men that she is completely on her own. 

---

The next day Deena yelled and ran to you just when tried to open the door to your office with a serious load of muffins.

“You won't believe anything im going to tell you, girl. Shut up and listen!” - She yelled all over the building and caught both your shoulders in an eager grip. 

“Okay. Stop yelling. I'm listening.” - You laughed to her face, and she rolled her eyes. 

“A man from that evening texted me this morning. Like... If I wanna hang out today.” - Deena whispered. Yeah. Steve informed you that James, his friend, is going to contact Deena. You just didn't expect it so soon. You had the thing going on for a few months and yet you havent seen him. But James asked Deena out instantly. Just like that. 

You were the jealous one at the moment. Yet you got a smile out of your lips which made you appear happy.

“That's awesome. Is he handsome?” - You asked curiously and entered the building with her by your side. You tried to be happy for James hitting his chances off immediately, yet you felt like Steve could it as well. Was it a problem in you, in him, in the universe, or where the fuck it was?

“As fuck. Man, if he lets me be my own woman and if he won't do the top between us just because he’s a man, I think I'm gonna see him again.” - Deena told you with a totally wicked smile and you opened your mouth. 

“That sounds like you’ve started with wedding plans. Can I be the grand-mother of your first child?” - You joked around and Deena stopped you with a gentle touch on your shoulder.

“Hey. I know what's this about. You're angry that James is initiative and Steve is just surrounded with mysteries. But... You know... James can be a jackass and I can tell you hes a complete dick tomorrow. But you and Steve have invested a few months of your life into that relationship you two have. You know each other. You call each other every day. I don't know James at all.” - She said in all seriousness. That's why she was your friend. She knew what was wrong without you even wanted her to. You hugged her tightly because she raised confidence inside of you.

“If James would act like a dick, I will say Steve to beat him the fuck up.” - You promised solemnly with your hand on your heart and entered the office. 

And so Deena and James started dating. And yet you felt like you and Steve were the first ones even if you haven’t seen each other.

[gra-sonas]

Thanks for prompting me with Malex, lovelies! 💚

who hogs the duvet: Alex, because he's always cold. He prefers when Michael snuggles up close to him tho, he's the much better heating blanket (plus he gives Alex neck kisses, which Alex LOVES)

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: They both text occasionally, Michael likes to send Alex pictures, Alex is a little more formal in his texts. The day he starts adding the 😘❤️ emojis to his texts, Michael feels so loved.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: they are both incredibly thoughtful when it comes to giving gifts. Michael's perhaps a little more creative since he likes to make gifts (though we're not talking salt dough or knitted socks here, we're talking something more elaborate like a bionic leg for Alex that allows him to walk with absolute ease and almost no chafing)

who gets up first in the morning: Alex, still. It's been ingrained into him (first by his father who liked to make his kids do drills before dawn, then it was a terrible habit the Air Force continued to inflict on him). One of Alex’s greatest pleasures in his life is the moment when he wakes up, sees how early it is, turns in Michaels warm embrace and goes back to sleep (well, it’s more like a nap, but it's amazing and relaxing nonetheless). When Michael takes too long to wake up, Alex can get very ~creative tho... 😏

who suggests new things in bed: they both do. The first time Alex properly doms Michael and makes him fly is a revelation to both of them, and they like to explore that side of their relationship further. The first time Alex asks Michael to mark him with a hand print before sex tho? They both end up in tears because having their respective emotions reflected back a thousandfold is so overwhelming, it takes them a long time to calm down. When they do, they look look at each other, stunned by the utter devotion and endless love they see, it's not really a surprise that they utter the next words in unison: "Do you want to marry me?" (It's a YES from both, obviously)

who cries at movies: Michael

who gives unprompted massages: Michael. He just knows when Alex is hurting on days he’s walked too much and needs a massage, even knows where to find the worst knots. Michael’s hands are always tender, yet firm. (Michael will never get tired of teasing Alex for falling asleep underneath his kneading hands on more than one occasion).

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Alex is rarely sick, but when he is, Michael turns into such a mother hen/nurse, it's almost ridiculous. While it does get a bit intense at times, Alex lets him fuss.

who gets jealous easiest: they don't get jealous at other people anymore, they know that they are it for the other. They do get jealous of circumstances keeping them apart for any length of time though. After his honorable discharge from the Air Force, Alex starts to work as a freelance cyber security advisor. While it comes with the perk of being ridiculously well paid, his job also entails that Alex has to travel every now and then. They are both miserable during those times and send more text messages in a day than they'd usually send in a month.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: they refuse to be embarrassed about any kind of music they listen to, Alex has probably a more eclectic taste tho.

who collects something unusual: do pieces of an alien space ship console count as ‘something unusual’?

who takes the longest to get ready: Alex, but only because he needs a little extra time to attach his leg in the morning.

who is the most tidy and organised: They both are. Michael's never had that many things to begin with, and the Airstream with its limited space also demanded him to keep things in order. Three years into their marriage, Michael expands the cabin ("I want it to be a home for us, but also maybe... a kid?" Alex has never loved him more than in that moment). The cabin’s still not HUGE and therefore requires for them to keep things in order. That changes the minute they have kids tho, from then on it’s chaos 24/7 until the day their triplets leave for college.

who gets most excited about the holidays: Michael. Holy Santa, the first year they spend Christmas at the cabin, Alex leaves in the morning for an appointment in Albuquerque, only to find Michael has turned into Clark Griswold when he comes home. The cabin looks like it's on fire, there are sooooo many Christmas lights. 👀 When Alex opens the door, Michael is waiting for him in the living room. A fire is roaring in the open fire place and the room is decorated with lots and lots of Christmas themed knick-knacks. Michael is wearing an honest-to-god Ugly Christmas Sweater (it depicts a little green man wearing a Santa outfit, the lettering says 'Ho ho ho, kiss me, I'm an alien') and he's holding up two beautifully embroidered stockings with their names on them. Alex hangs up his jacket and helps Michael to attach them at the mantle of the fireplace.

Bonus: On Christmas morning, Alex sneaks out of the bed and shortly after Michael wakes up to the sight of the sexiest naughty elf (the mistletoe was completely unnecessary btw, Michael just wouldn’t stop kissing Alex)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: It depends. If Alex is cold (and he often is), there's no question that Michael is the big spoon. When Alex takes Michael apart tho, it's him who'll spoon up behind Michael afterwards to keep him safe until Michael returns to earth.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Alex is extremely competitive when they are playing charades with their circle of friends. Neither of the aliens are allowed to mark their partners with a hand print before so they won't cheat via that connection, which makes Alex is even more eager to win ‘naturally’ (they often do, they are just so in tune).

Michael's pretty competitive from the sidelines of their one daughter's softball games, and there's one memorable incident where Michael disagrees with a referee at their other daughter's soccer match. Their son isn't too fond of sports, much to Michael's dismay. "Dad, Mara and Nova are your sports buddies, I'm Papa's coding buddy." Michael smiles and ruffles his son's curly hair. "I know, nugget, your Papa loves to code with you." "Daaaad, stop calling me nugget." "Alright, nugget."

who starts the most arguments: they don’t really argue anymore. They'll have minor disagreements like any couple, but a short and mature discussion will sort things out quickly, otherwise they are on the same page.

who suggests that they buy a pet: when Michael learns about Mimi's prediction, he comes home with the most adorable beagle puppy the next day.

what couple traditions they have: they are not big on commercialized traditions like Valentine's Day, they prefer to do other things. The most important rule for them is: never leave or go to bed if either of them is mad/upset about something. They’ll talk it out and won’t part/fall asleep without an ‘I love you’. Apart from texting, they also love to hide little hand written love notes for the other to find (shirt pockets, wallet, etc)

what tv shows they watch together: they don't watch that much TV tbh. They tried to watch the most obvious show together (X-Files), but it didn't really click. Upon scrolling through Netflix one day, Michael mentions that he's never seen Star Trek or Stargate, and they enjoy watching every iteration of these shows immensely. Even though Michael sometimes does get riled up about technical specifics his scientist's brain just won't allow him to let slide. “It’s sci-fi and I’ll cut them some slack, but this is ridiculous.” Alex can’t help but laugh and kiss Michael silly until he forgets what he was mad about just a minute ago.

what other couple they hang out with: When Jenna returns to Roswell, her and Kyle get together and they like to spend time with them a lot. There are also family gatherings where they see Max and Liz with their kids, and they have a standing invitation for Sunday bbqs at Isobel and Maria’s place.

how they spend time together as a couple: when they get together for good, they first go on a long road trip across the US. Michael's never really left New Mexico and it makes Alex so happy to see Michael visit places he’s only known from pictures win wide-eyed wonder. Apart from traveling, they enjoy star-gazing in the desert, making music together (Alex sings, Michael plays guitar) and once they have kids, they are the most devoted dads who just LOVE spending time with their little ones.

who made the first move: Alex, it took Michael a moment to catch up. 💕

who brings flowers home: neither, they prefer to look at the flowers growing in their garden.

who is the best cook: they are both decent cooks who can do basic stuff. When Michael builds an annex to expand the cabin, they get a bigger kitchen. When the kids are old enough to help, they enjoy cooking meals as a family. And there’s of course The Great Guerin Bakeoff each year prior to Christmas.