#lmk peter

[kai-keda]

Do the twins have activities they enjoy doing with their parents? Like, cooking or art with MK or fixing stuff with Red?

I have been sitting on this for way too long cause I read it and went “…oh my god. I have no idea.”

MK and Red both, but mostly MK, baby Xiaobo wayyyy too much. So, as an example, Xiaobo will ask to help cook, start stirring some sort of mixture in a bowl, and MK will step in to grab his hand and help him stir.

This is made worse by the fact that Xiaobo had a speech delay.

Luckily, though, Macaque doesn’t put up with that and once he FINALLY convinces MK that Xiaobo is more like an adolescent than he is a toddler, MK starts doing more stuff with him.

Specifically, setting up a whole obstacle course in their vacation home out in the wilderness for the two of them to race through and play together in. MK, obviously, goes easy on Xiaobo but he still takes some wins from time to time. Gotta keep the little guy humble.

That set up has been fantastic for Xiaobo and MK enjoys it just as much.

Peter, however, doesn’t feel good about doing that sort of thing.

Sure, he loves to swim, but nobody else in his family seems into it. (Unless you count Uncle Sandy but this ain’t about him)

Much like how Peter and Princess Iron Fan spend time together by sitting in her library reading, Peter and Red’s quality time is usually spent with meditation.

MK will meditate with them on occasion, but he always gets restless and bored and uses Xiaobo as an excuse to leave the other two to their quiet-contemplation.

Otherwise, any time Peter is spending time with his parents, it’s usually him sitting in a corner, reading a book, studying or even meditating on his own. He prefers to soak in people’s company rather than loudly be apart of it.

(Except for Xiaobo. He and Xiaobo get real rowdy with each other real quick)

[thisclownatemybrother]

[chubmle2]

when the other detectives aren’t looking mark hoffman eats pieces of evidence. i saw it happen. multiple times officer.

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

Babe wake up new draw the squad just dropped

[wolvesandshine]

Probably an unpopular opinion but James Potter was a grade a asshole (you know the type: rich popular guy who thinks he can get away with anything) before he had his whole character development arc around year 5 (probably the same time as the prank) so can we have more fics of asshole james before he learns that the world doesn’t revolve around him

[azuremist]

Not friends

[fruitybowl]

🚨🚨🚨IMPORTANT NEW IMFORMATION ABOUT KOSA🚨🚨🚨

Pls pls pls share this and tell as many people as you can. The more people openly opposed to this bill the better.

Ignore the tags I’m trying to spread this as far as I can

[kairithemang0]

Nerdy/Dorky/Geeky Joey characters are my everything

[idk-bruh-20]

(I'm not back sorry y'all, just saw we were due for a reminder)

[kai-keda]

SIMPZ THIS IS SO AMAZING AND SO AWESOME AND SO GOOD LOOK AT THE BOYS

I love this scene so much and being able to see it as if it were a legitimate screenshot from the show is AMAZING and makes me SO HAPPY

Your additional lighting and shading and also the idea of giving the character’s these different sorts of colored eyes and the way you captured just how young and little Peter is and the expression with Red Son you put together is so perfect for expressing that mix of disappointment and frustration and AHHHHH

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Screenshot gift for @kai-keda of Red Son an their OC Peter <3

[kai-keda]

How do the twins view Wukong? And if they view him positively, how does Red Son deal with that

Peter and Xiaobo both see him as their fun-loving Uncle Monkey King, but Peter is more nervous around him (Wukong was never good at hiding his preference for cute little monkey boy Xiaobo)

The one thing they both get annoyed at Wukong for is how he will trash talk their Bàmā (Red) in front of them - and sometimes directly TO them as if they would agree with him. But they still know he cares about them both so they both still love him as the long time family friend he is.

Now, how Red Son feels about that, I never considered before.

He’s definitely always annoyed and grumbly towards Wukong when he’s around (similar to his relationship with Nezha but that relationship still has a genuine sense of respect from both sides in it)

When the twins are old enough for Xiaobo to talk, anytime Red and MK start talking about babysitters or sending the twins to spend a vacation with someone else for awhile, Xiaobo will immediately request Uncle Monkey King.

And every time, Red shoots it down immediately. He thinks Wukong is a bad influence on them (not really a bad assumption but he’s not any worse than Mei, really) and he also knows Wukong is always talking shit.

So, really, Red’s attitude towards Wukong is the same as it was at the end of Man Yue. Begrudging acceptance that he is part of the family, whether he likes it or not.

[bombuni]

live in love and die (18+)

Summary: You’re starting to believe your husband isn’t really your husband anymore. Still, you let him take what he wants from you. (wc: 2.5k)

CW: There is an uncomfy undertone throughout the story (Miguel is from a different universe and reader can tell) so beware of that. Enjoy :) MINORS DONT INTERACT TY!!

He is exactly like your husband. No, he is your husband.

But you still can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes when you part to catch your breath. Like you’ll look up, see a different man’s face and find that he’s been wearing your husband's skin this entire time. For some reason, he’s rougher today. Breath heavy and bringing you in like he’s never been tempted by anything as much as you.

You still feel like you’ll drown in his hands, in the way he glides his fingers ever so gently over your sides. He’s treasuring you. Letting his body do as it pleases, and it wishes to control and seize every part of you. Usually, his body wants to memorize you. He wants to take what he wants from you, but with a smile and a blush on his face. Now, he does it hungrily.

This is fine, right?

Gabriella is still at school. You don’t remember what excuse Miguel had made up to stay home with you today. By the way he had followed you into every room, watched you out of the corner of his eye, you knew he had a reason for staying home. You usually didn’t mind spending time with him, but now you couldn’t get away from him. He seemed to watch you like an animal in a zoo.

You pulled him into you as he kissed your neck. Miguel had never been a patient man, but he kissed you so fervently it felt like he was trying to eat you whole. You swear it's like a vampire trying to find your sweet spot.

Hesitantly, you lift him by his hair so you can search his eyes, “What’s with you today, Miggy?”

He’s reluctant to pull away and to answer, “Been a while.”

It’s funny, you think, how hard it is to get honest words out of Miguel. At least, whenever the subject is him. Whenever you ask about work and why he comes home late, he waves you off. If you were to ask what his hobbies are, another wave of his hand paired with no answer.

But you had had sex only a couple of days ago.

You don’t push it. You think you know your husband and he’s always been like this. Sweet, but silent.

Once he sees you’re satisfied with the answer he’s back to caressing you, gentler this time, like a wolf trying to sweetly coax a lamb away from its mother.

The part of you that’s still pointing out the differences in the way his lips feel is slowly but surely dying out. His weight on top of you as he pushes you back into the bed is too familiar and too tempting not to give in to. His touch always leaves you lightheaded and floating. You hold on to him so you don’t float away.

He’s pushy and already rock hard, you can feel it by the way he incessantly grinds down onto you, as he pulls your panties down. He kneads your thighs and stares at your pussy with a look you haven’t quite seen on him before. Maybe once, when you first had sex. He’d regarded you with such tenderness and desire that it made your skin too hot to be in.

His gaze turns to you again, licking his lips like he’s a dying man and he’s just found his first meal in a while. It’s too intense, too much, too quickly. His eyes pin you to your place and as much as you want to look away, you really can’t. Unconsciously, you’ve closed your legs. Why you’re hiding from him now, you don’t know.

“Abre,” He mumbles the word out coldly, like he’s really only here for one thing and you’re making him work for it.

You hesitate for a second, still frozen by his stare. He gently pries your legs open, pressing kisses along your calf when he brings your leg up to rest on his shoulder.

You feel vulnerable. Every now and again you are gently reminded of how big Miguel is, and now is one of those times. He’s engulfing you so that you can’t leave, taking all the breath in the room, and grabbing you by the waist to pull and maneuver you in whichever way he pleases.

He whispers into the skin of your leg as his kisses move closer to your middle, “So pretty, mami.”

It’s like he keeps having to reign himself in. Like he has to remember who he is.

Still, you sigh contently to yourself. No, that’s Miguel. Your Miguel.

But that seems to be the end of it. As soon as his thumb makes contact with your already throbbing clit he’s back to being greedy and aching. Hissing when he swipes over your already dripping slit, he’s quick to get his fingers covered in you. It’s like a fun game to him, the way his eyes light up at the sounds you make.

He pulls his fingers out and into your line of vision, “Look how wet you are.”

He says it in a matter-of-fact tone. For some reason, he can’t believe that you’re this wet for him. You blush at the focused look on his face as he watches the silver strand of your slick move between his fingers. Before you can say anything, he takes his fingers into his mouth. He licks his pointer and middle finger slowly and deliberately, wanting to clean them off as much as possible. Taste you as much as possible. It’s a pretty display. You find yourself, again, unable to look away.

There’s a string of saliva from his plump lips and his fingers as he brings them down to your entrance. Slowly, he enters them. Watching carefully how your hole is so eager to take him, any part of him. Watching your lips part and your brows furrow as you try to make room for him.

His fingers pump in and out of you, reaching as far as they can. Miguel still has a dazed look on his face, admiring the sight of your pretty pussy. It’s always a struggle with him being so big, but so eager.

As impatient as he was, he’d always wait for you. He wasn’t waiting this time.

Before you know it he’s pulled his underwear down and has his cock out, standing hard against his happy trail.

Weird. You remember he shaved.

He hitches his cock on your hole before you grab his arm, still dizzy from his touch, “W-wait, it’s not gon-“

He’s never shushed you before, but it’s not unwelcome. His lips on yours take your mind off of it, because this is Miguel. As sarcastic as he could be, your Miguel would never hurt you. You believe this with your entire heart and soul, so you let him in despite not prepping as much as you usually do.

“Just need to fuck you, okay?” He whispers against you.

You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, no matter how many times he fucks you. The burning feeling as he enters you is ingrained into you, so you hold steady against him and try to relax into him. You always do with Miguel.

He keeps sliding in until he bottoms out, letting out a guttural groan when he feels all of you. Again, like a dying man. He sits there for a second, both of you reveling in the feeling of being filled and squeezed down on.

And again, he’s unable to resist his own urge as he hurriedly thrusts into you. You’re his wife and you’ve been in this position countless times, but he’s looking down at you and you can’t really recognize the look on his face. He’s concentrated, like he always is, but there’s a dangerous look in his eye. The energy in the room shifts into Miguel’s control, instead of just two lovers. You realize he’s been in control this entire time.

He fucks you devastatingly, pulling out all the way before slamming into you at a fast pace. Miguel usually eases into it, but you figure he’s just stressed from work. That’s why you encourage him by pulling him down into you, close enough until you think he’s breathing for the both of you.

He doesn’t know whether to drag this out as long as he can or to chase his own high.

He groans into your neck, “Like it when I fuck you like this?” Emphasizing his words with a hard shove of his cock as he finishes his sentence.

He’s definitely worked up.

“Yes. Yes, Miguel.”

Your breathless and light words spur him on as he keeps thrusting in you, gripping your hips so hard you’re sure you’ll bruise. It reminds you of just how much he’s holding back. How if he wanted to, he could simply pick you up and fuck you in the air.

He has half the mind to do just that.

He’s still being greedy in how he fucks you, solely focused on the way your pussy tightens up every time he whispers dirty nothings into your ear. He’s sweaty and you’re entirely sore at this point, but neither of you really care, too lost in each other to really pay attention to anything else.

The feeling of him taking control and losing himself in you as if he hasn’t had any semblance of you in years has you closer to the edge than you thought. Your spine tingles with a hot, electric buzz and your legs tense with every single thrust. You’re acutely aware of everywhere you feel Miguel. His hot breath fanning over your neck, his hands digging deliciously into your hips, and his big cock shamelessly drilling into you.

He raises his head, brown locks falling into his face, “You gonna cum?” He whispers hoarsely, the words only ever spoken for you.

You nod into the pillow, too far gone to think about an actual answer. That should be enough, you think, he has you so fucked out that you can’t even come up with a sentence.

He tsks as he suddenly stops all movement. The loss of friction makes a pathetic squeak crawl out of the deepest parts of you. The fire that he started within you is dull again, but aching to spark. You look up at him, expecting some sort of hang up.

“You gonna answer me properly?” His hips still, deep in you.

Ah.

The question makes you pause your imploring whines. It hits you deep, and your mouth moves before you can even stop it, “Wanna cum so bad, Miguel,”

He tugs you down by your hips, impossibly close. He has a sardonic smile plastered on his face, smug like he knows that you can't stop yourself from bending to his every whim. He slides his cock out teasingly slow and pauses when just the tip remains. Just when you think he’s going to start up that heat again, he leans up and away from you.

Miguel has never been so sadistic. He always gave in to you, never one to tease or taunt you because he just couldn’t resist watching you writhe under him.

He’s looking down at you with that look again. The look you can’t quite place. There’s a wanting in his eye, and his smile is faltering. He studies you for a second and you think he’s going to tell you what’s wrong.

“Ruégame.” His tone is final and demanding. You don’t hear it often other than when he’s scolding Gabriella.

His hold tightens on you, like he’s afraid that single word he uttered will make you run. But he’s not nervous. He’s sweaty from the excursion and steel faced, waiting patiently for you to speak. As if his cock isn’t twitching inside you, just as ready to fuck you as you are to take it. His demand makes you blush from embarrassment, but you both know you can’t help but do as he says.

You slur out through the heat that’s taken you over, “Please, let me cum, Miguel. Need to feel you,”

You’re absolutely sure there’s bruises on your hips already forming as he grips you even tighter, “Not good enough.”

You shake your head fervently as a small tantrum comes over you, “I’ve been good, Miguel, please,”

He smirks, almost patronizingly, down at you as he splits you open on his cock, moving his hips forward slowly but surely. He’s enjoying the way you’re broken down to your bare bones and begging for him like it’s instinct. He likes this game he’s made where he makes it his mission to make you just as desperate as he is.

“Yeah, you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?”

You nod, embarrassed and ashamed at how fast your head moves to answer his question.

“My baby needs her brains fucked out, doesn’t she? Looks so pretty when she does.”

You let out an involuntary whine at his words. They fill you up and take you over until all you can really register is how good he fucks you, how big he feels, and how he’s not letting you go at all.

He’s back to that fast pace he’s now accustomed you to. He fills you up like he was meant to, like this was your entire purpose in life. To lay here and take Miguel and let him use you like he wants. Yeah, that might be right. You don’t really remember anything else.

Before you know it there’s pleasure traveling up and all over you. The tingle runs up your spine before spreading out into every limb of yours, too numb to even hold onto Miguel. You try to warn him when you’re close, but his cock shuts you up.

He groans out when he feels you squeeze down tighter and tighter until you let out a yelp, a sudden ball of sparks and fire erupting in you and having no place to go but on Miguel’s cock. He fucks you through it, whispering in your ear about how ‘Te vez tan hermosa así, mami.’ He keeps thrusting until he finally cums in you, bottoming out and moaning divinely into your ear as you take every drop he has to offer.

He thrusts one last time, shoving any of him that managed to leak out back into you. It’s a silent claim that you don’t bother arguing against.

Your husband loves you. He loves you enough to stave off his sleepiness after sex. He always gets up and walks to grab a rag to wipe you down. He always kisses you where he reaches, apologizing silently for being too rough with his puppy-dog stare he gives only you. He always checks on Gabriella one last time before kissing you goodnight.

Miguel nods wordlessly when you ask him to bring you a rag. He returns with a yawn and usually you’d apologize for keeping him awake. Tonight, you’re too nervous to say anything. He wipes you down, but he does it in an unfamiliar and disconnected way. He doesn’t know-or remember-how to care for you.

You pretend to sleep when he settles back into bed, hesitant lips touching your temple.

You don’t say goodnight.

[nerdgraphicsdotcom]

Type O Negative Stamps!!

the last stamp is me realizing theres no october rust 20th anniversary edition vinyls under $100 and on amazon...

[lildoodlenoodle]

Some random spider noir information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Noir was raised to be and is a socialist activist.

Dude most likely has a 1920-30s NY Bowery accent.

His first run takes place in 1933, in ITSV he comes from 1933, his second run(EWAF)takes place 8 mo. after, so he’d be coming off EWAF to ATSV.

Age wise this makes him 17-20.

Noir has been spiderman for like 2 yrs at most by ATSV, he started in 1933 and is from 1933 in ITSV.

Was bitten by a mythical spider rather than a radioactive one(its a whole thing let’s not get into it).

His costume is/based on his Uncle’s WW1 fighter pilot outfit

He has a black cat named Ding Ding.

Has an ambiguously strained relationship with aunt May bc she’s against killing, he is not.

Yes, he kills Nazis.

Yes, his uncle was cannibalized, his ‘love’ interest had her face mutilated, and his best friend was lobotomized.

Had two paternal figures named ‘Ben’ who died lol.

One of the few spiders who are always strapped.

Has organic black webbing!

If I’m remembering this right unlike the other Peters he’s more interested in physics than bio.

In the comics he’s not as physically strong as the other spiders and carries around a small vile of venom for emergencies.

He lives/grew up in a Bowery welfare center with his Aunt and Mj(sometimes) but later gets his own office/apartment.

Recruited to Superiors death squad before working with the other spiders.

Has died at least once(confirmed), but implied multiple times, and was resurrected from another dimension by a spider god back to his own universe.

Fanon wise, most people call him some variation of Benjamin(while avoiding Ben lol) like Benj, Benji, B, etc. with various justifications but ultimately to more easily differentiate between the other Peters. Me personally, I think he takes on the name ‘Benjamin Urich’ but that’s a different post.

Noir does have canon love interests. He has had a romantic(mostly sexual) relationship with White Widow aka Felicia Hardy, but she was like 40 he was like 16/17 it’s weird and gross. He has also had a weird relationship with his MJ but it’s not super flushed out and he even says in the comics it’s strained, so most fanon views her as a sister figure.

Fanon wise, he is often shipped with his best friend Robbie Robertson(who dies very traumatically) or Jean DeWolfe, a federal agent, he’s seen working with. Recently, I’ve seen him shipped with a lot more characters, most notably Ham, Hobie, and Miguel.

[shortbreadly]

oil spill guilt

[muleumpyo]

tfw you realize your boss (more like coworker. and friend. and recovery buddy. and workout partner. and constant companion for the last several months because you both survived multiple gunshot wounds and are healing together) is hot. like not just Hot™️, which has always been obvious, but hot to you. and you've known him for a long time but this is the first time you've allowed yourself to really look at him. and maybe over the past couple of months together you've developed kind of a thing for him. okay, not just kind of, but you really have a thing for him. and you feel the heat rise up your face and you want to lean in and kiss him. right now. like, why aren't you kissing him right now?

and all these thoughts come between one situp and the next.

EXTRA!! when you two finally get your shit together ⬇️