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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie Brown x OC Questionaire

[A long list of questions about Hobie & your OC - Answer all or some - no need to wait for an ask if you wanna!]

Rundown:

Who's your OC? What's their name?

Personality?

Powers?

What Earth are they from?

Are they a member of The Society

Canon Events?

Moral Alignment?

Looks?

Fashion Sense?

Hobie & Your OC:

Describe their relationship in 10 words or less.

Describe their dynamic

Quick! Someone asks 'What are you two? Are you dating?' - What do they say?

What's they're favorite way to spend time together?

Are they romantic, platonic, sexual? A secret fourth thing?

How long have they known each other?

What song embodies their vibe?

Any nicknames for each other?

What does a sleepover look like for them?

What moment do they feel safest with each other?

Meeting:

How did they meet Hobie? What was their first meeting like?

Did they like each other right away?

What was their first impression of each other?

Romance:

Are they 'together', committed, in a relationship, etc? Or label-less?

Do they say I love you? (Or something else)

Do they kiss? In public or private?

Are they more likely to steal kisses, or make-out?

What are their love languages?

Are they monogamous or polyamorous?

If they're poly - Do they have other partners?

Thinking about marriage, or no?

Kids, or no?

Do other people know about their situation?

Favorite date spot?

Who liked who first?

Who made the first move?

Do they consider each other soulmates?

Your OC and Hobie are obviously on a date somewhere - someone begins aggressively flirting with him, and being rude to your OC - what do they do?

Scenarios:

Have they ever seen Hobie hurt? What was that like?

Has Hobie ever seen them hurt? What was that like?

Have they ever seen Hobie cry? What happened?

Has Hobie ever seen them cry? What happened?

Has one of them ever made the other cry? How did they make it okay?

What's their highest moment?

What's their lowest moment?

How do they feel about Hobie's blue laces?

How do they feel about Hobie killing President Osborn?

What was their first kiss like?

What was their first time like?

Do they have a favorite moment together?

What was their weirdest date/moment?

What was the moment they were most angry at each other?

When was the moment they were the most terrified for the other?

What incorrect quote embodies their vibe?

One wants to give the other a surprise (sexy or otherwise -) what do they do?

One wants to annoy the other, what do they do?

One HAS to sacrifice themselves for the other. Who is likely to take the plunge? How does the other react?

Whether through pregnancy or spontaneous adoption, your OC and Hobie now have a baby on hand - what are they doing?

Hobie is INSISTING your OC give him a piercing. He's adamant that they can totally do it. How do they react? Do they do it? How does it go?

Personality:

How do they like Hobie's music? Do they listen to punk music or go to his shows?

What music does your OC like? Does Hobie like it?

Does your OC make music too? Do they make music with Hobie?

Any exes on either side?

What's their political ideology? Do they agree with Hobie?

What's one they thing your OC and Hobie disagree on?

Do they ever argue? What's that like?

How do they get over disagreements?

Favorite personality trait about the other?

Least favorite personality trait of the other?

How do they make each other laugh?

PDA:

Are they find with PDA? Or do they like to keep it private?

What are cuddles like for them?

What are their kisses usually like? Who goes for kisses first?

Do they hold hands a lot?

Random:

What's a secret they keep between them?

What's a secret they know about the other?

Do they hide anything from each other?

Does either fear losing the other?

Have they ever 'broken up' or lost contact?

Do they playfight or playargue?

What's one thing your OC can do that Hobie can't?

What's one thing Hobie can do that your OC can't?

How big is their height difference? How do they feel about it?\

Hobie LOVE (He deserves it):

How do they show Hobie they care about him?

What's something sweet they've done for Hobie?

Have they ever made him feel sappy?

Do they keep anything of his around?

How does Hobie make them feel?

Do they have any feelings about Hobie they don't tell him about?

How does Hobie feel about them? (Don't be modest here)

Why do you think the two of them make a good pair?

How do they make each other better people?

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Top kinks?

What's Hobie's favorite part of them?

What's their favorite part of Hobie?

Who's more dominant? Or do they switch?

Who's more adventurous?

Toys or no? What about lingerie?

Public? Or for the bedroom only?

How often?

Who has a higher sex drive?

Who's more likely to get it started?

Threesomes? Or an activity for two?

Are they one for dirty talk?

What's one song that describes their sex life?

Are they more romantic, or raunchy?

Do others know they've slept together?

What's the quickest way to turn the other on?

[tyrantasaur]

g i l d e d ◇ s p i r i t s

A popping sensation in his ear made Wesley flinch. It was an intimately familiar sensation, more of a memory or the feeling of a sound that most would not have been able to hear. He grimaced at his reaction; it shouldn’t have bothered him. He stood with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a smoldering cigarette, elbow leaned against the window in his dressing room. The window looked out over the gardens, but he wasn’t really seeing any of the brightly blooming flowers; the caress of a cold tendril that followed the pop told him the cat had finally gotten the mouse she’d been chasing. Whenever something passed, a little of the afterlife seeped out, and it was cold.

Wesley turned away from the window to ash out the cigarette, the sunlight shining on his silk shirt; it was late afternoon, but he had only awoken a few hours ago and felt a bit listless after a long night with a difficult case. Part of him wanted to lay abed and read, or work on one of his projects, but the sensible part of him knew a bit of life was needed to anchor him in this world.

A light scratching at the door heralded the entrance of Pritchard, butler, valet, and Wesley’s personal set of checks and balances. A holdover from the days when his father had reigned at Atherton House, Pritchard was an obdurate and over starched mystery. He was omnipresent and ruled over the household with an iron fist. Well, what there was of it, anyway. In his childhood it had been a bustling household, but ghosts had replaced the living in number. That was fine, as he was the only one left and he didn’t altogether require the same number of footmen. Pritchard was a constant in his life, and he had an unsettling feeling that Pritchard would remain even after Wesley was gone. That was a mystery perhaps best left uninvestigated.

Pritchard lay a silver tray on the small table in the middle of the room, with a small silver pot of coffee, a delicate cup and saucer with a wispy silver pattern, a smaller matching plate of crispy bacon, a pot of homemade marmalade, and a silver toast rack holding golden brown triangles of lightly buttered bread. The room was silent save for the shuffling of shod feet upon the carpeting, the clinking of the platter as Pritchard poured out a cup of coffee, and the almost imperceptible static sound of another mage’s presence. All humans gave off a certain sound of energy that you could hear if you listened closely, but mages’ energy just had a certain presence. The more you got to know the dead, the easier it became to feel life energy.

Without a single word exchanged, Pritchard moved to one of the racks that lined the walls of the small room, a well pressed, well organized jungle of pants, shirts, jackets, sweaters, and coats. The opposite wall boasted a splash of hats on hooks, and shined shoes all lined up on racks. Tucked into each corner was a set of drawers holding remaining underthings and accessories. Wesley grabbed a triangle of toast and sat, watching the steam rise from the cup for a moment before catching it up in one hand and bringing it close to his face, drawing a deep breath and letting the robust scent fill his nose.

“Some music, Pritchard. The silence is absolutely ringing,” Wesley drawled. Hooking one long finger through the loop on the cup, he took a scalding sip and crossed his silk pajama-clad legs, the saucer resting in his lap. Pritchard was a man of as few words as humanly possible, and those mostly only when there was company. He didn’t offer up any now in response. Even his magic was quiet and unobtrusive as the very model of the 19th-century vocational servant. The  briefest and most restrained of gestures from the black-clad man was the only acknowledgement of the request; suddenly the brassy echo of jazz floated in from the record player in his adjacent sitting room.

Hiding a smile behind the rim of his cup, Wesley watched as Pritchard pulled out the pieces to make up the midnight blue tuxedo he was planning to wear to the Montgomery’s dinner party. He grabbed a strip of bacon and stuffed it in his mouth, wiping greasy fingers on the linen napkin folded beside the plate, took a gulp of coffee and stood, settling it down with a resounding clatter. Disrobing from smooth silk to change into well pressed trousers, Pritchard helped him shrug on his tuxedo jacket and settled the collar into place after the black tie. An oft-practiced spell hastily spilled off the tip of Wesley’s tongue as he stood in the mirror, combing the magic through his hair with his fingers to fall in the perfectly styled waves.

In the reflection of the mirror, he saw Pritchard turn from the dresser to hold up a wrist watch in each hand. “Left,” Wesley decided, holding out his arm as he fiddled with the placement of a particular curl. The more change he saw in his reflection from loungewear to tuxedo, the greater his enthusiasm for the night grew. There was something powerful about a good suit, and Wesley took a moment to admire the smart figure staring back at him. “Nearly ready, old boy.”

Stepping over to the wall of hats, he selected a homburg in an even darker blue, and placed it delicately on his head. A movement caught his attention and he turned to see a young woman float in the open door. She was pale, with porcelain white skin and melancholy brown eyes that took in his outfit as he posed. “Well, Winnie darling, what do we think?”

Winnifred tilted her head as she circled him. It was a strange question, given that her own outfit was woefully dated in fashion, though exquisite in its tailoring. The voluminous folds of her long white gored skirt made no noise as she moved; she wore an intricately detailed lace blouse with a high necked ruffle, and her long soft brown hair was piled on top in the very picture of one of Gibson’s girls. She would have been quite the dashing figure about twenty years ago, and it looked as if she had stepped right out of the fashion plates of 1904. As she came back around to stand in front of him, she gave a small smile and stared at him expectantly.

“Something’s missing? What?”

She reached out a small white hand, dangling a small jet pendant on a delicate silver chain from one crooked finger.

“No, not tonight,” Wesley said gently, and turned to grab up his cigarette case. Winnifred’s brow darkened and she clenched her fist, holding out the pendant with more insistence.

Wesley turned around slowly. “I say! What’s got you all et up? No, of course not. Tonight I dine with the Montgomerys, you know what they are,” he said pleadingly.

Pritchard, doing his best impression of an imposing statue, watched the one sided argument and silent film farce with supreme indifference, waiting for its conclusion to finish dressing Mr. Atherton.

“There will be far too many mortals present. I promise you,” she stared at him balefully, her arm dropping to her side. “I promise. Next week we’ll go visit the Gates, and I’ll have Laurie round for dinner tomorrow. Oh, you poor old thing,” Wesley held a hand out, palm flat up. “Pax?”

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Pictures from the Atherton family archives. Top row, Winnifred Atherton at the height of her society debut in 1904; bottom row left, Wesley Atherton in his youth; bottom row middle and right, Wesley Atherton at Columbia University in 1910 and 1911, respectively.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Mornings with Moche & Miguel (and Baby Rosalia)

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CEMICHE - Miguel O'hara x Inca-Spider Moche Huapaya

Mama Moche is a true Matriarch. And Miguel loves it.

The O'Hara-Huapaya Household can be a bit unconventional.

Raised in Earth 802 - a futuristic version of the Inca Empire, Moche's culture is known for having big families. My nana had 13 siblings. My father had 9.

Moche & Miguel have a sensible EIGHT.

And Miguel couldn't ask for more. (Literally. He can't take anymore, he's gonna lose his mind)

The Babies:

A daughter, two sets of twins - identical AND fraternal, and a trio of baby girls their babies are named - Rosalia, Diego & Mateo, Miguel Jr & Gabriel Jr, Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda aka Rosa, Di-O, Maddy, Junior, Riel, Bella, Cam, and Linda

[Below is more info on Moche, Miguel Rosalia, their babies and a little bit about their births.

This post is MEDIUM length. I'm gonna write another post soon on the kids' personality, futures, and Cemiche's parenting style

For more info on Moche and her culture, click here.]

Rosalia O'Hara-Huapaya

Their oldest - Rosalia - is the apple of Miguel's eye, and a little terror. Almost the exact opposite from Gabriella, Rosa is a loud, talkative, rambunctious tasmanian devil of a child (in the best way possible), and she enjoys playing in creeks, talking to Lyla, and rawr-ing at things. Born with Miguel's unstable DNA - paired with having a dual-universe coded DNA similar to Miles' - Rosalia (as well as all of their children) must take stabilizing shots, the same as their dad. Each child experiences the effects to a different degree. As a result, Rosalia possesses retractable fangs, red eyes and super strength, the same as her father. And as she grows older, Rosa even develops her own venom - one known for causing excruciating pain in addition to paralyzation. Conceived almost immediately after their marriage, Rosalia has always looked up to her dad. And although they have a complicated relationship for much of her life (mainly due to the fear of living in Gabriella's shadow), Rosalia and Miguel are extremely close, and extremely alike - Trained by her father at Spider HQ for most of her life, Rosalia one day grows up to be 'Viper' - a snake themed anti-hero.

Up-Bringing:

Raising their children in Moche's village back on 802 - Moche and Miguel's have a traditional and loving Quechua family with Moche as their mami and Miguel as their taita (dad in Quechua). Their kids speak Moche's native language - Quechua, and Spanish as their first languages (with English after that). And all of their kids were born in the traditional Quechua sense - homebirths with only Moche, and Miguel as her midwife. Being from a communal and communist culture, raising eight kids is a lot less hectic than it sounds, and it's not usual to have all the kids in one place unless it's night time. Different kids are integrated into different places in the community, with multiple people watching one or two kids at a time. [Ex: Miguel might take Rosalia and Diego with him to HQ, while Mateo stays at the Inti temple back on 802. MJ watches Miguel & Gabriel Jr., while Moche is at home with the triplets. After, Moche goes to the temple to get Mateo, and Miguel picks up the fraternal juniors on his way home from work.] With each kid affected by Miguel's mutated DNA, combined with having parents of two different universes, each of their eight kids experience a different level of effect and treatment. Trained by their mother and father as an elite unit, most of their kids goes on to be a hero, anti-hero, or agent in some capacity. Rosalia goes on to become the anti-hero, Viper. Diego & Mateo go on to become twin-heros Katari & Kuntur a.k.a Tari & Tur - Katari meaning 'Snake' (Diego), and Kuntur meaning 'Condor' (Mateo). The snake and condor being two sacred animals in Andean religion (symbolizing the underworld and overworld respectively) Miguel & Gabriel become experts in AI and multiverse technologies. Isabella becomes a healer - taking her mothers mantle as Avatar, gaining her powers comparable to Rosalia. Camilla & Valinda are not heros - Cam is a Boxer/Private Investigator & Valinda is a professional gymnast.

The Timeline:

Rosalia - their first - was conceived almost immediately after their wedding. Though having grown up an only child herself, Moche feared Rosalia being an only child, and Miguel agreed, so they tried for another. Diego & Mateo - their second and third - are identical twins. Miguel's first boys, and his first set of multiples. Having boys, plural, was definitely and adjustment, but everyday Miguel fell in love with being a dad more and more, even when the days got hectic. So when Moche accidentally got pregnant again - he thought 'What's one more, four's a good number.' When the village elder told them she'd be having twins again - boys again - Miguel didn't believe her. I mean, the mystic woman was reading coca leaves and river stones - so how much could she really know? A lot. Cause she was right. Miguel & Gabriel - their fourth and fifth - are fraternal twins. Named after Miguel and his late brother Gabriel, the two often go by 'Riel' and 'Junior'. Five kids. Five kids Miguel adores. But FIVE KIDS. ONE girl and FOUR BOYS. ALL CLOSE IN AGE (Like within 4/5 years of each other) ALL SUPER-POWERED. Miguel loves it - Miguel is EXHAUSTED. But they're like super-parents. And they finally have the family they want. But more than anything, Miguel wants one more girl - a sister for Rosalia. And with Rosalia not showing interest in the path of curandera (a healer) - they both figured, 'hey, why not ONE more'. One more was okay. Six was good - six was Miguel's LIMIT. And like - the chances of Moche having twins AGAIN is next to zero. So they agreed to try for one more. They went to the Inti temple together, to pray to Mama Allpa - the fertility god of Moche's people - for a daughter. Seeing the sincerity and desire in their hearts, Mama Allpa received their prayer - and gave them triplets. This time, Miguel believed the village elder. He passed out when he heard. Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda are identical triplet girls, their youngest (and LAST Miguel swears), bringing the total up to eight. Just like Moche wanted. She's very happy with this outcome. And so is Miguel.

Pregnancy:

Moche & Miguel pride themselves on having traditional Inca pregnancies, according to the traditions of her country. For the Incas, pregnancy was the ultimate test of marriage and commitment - with the husband expected the utmost attention and care to his wife. Needless to say, this is something Miguel loves - an excuse to treat his wife like a big softie. Usually a tough cookie and a workaholic, Miguel gets to act like his 4'11 warrior of a wife is a fragile, glowing queen for 9 months straight. Which, paired with Moche's pregnancy irritability can usually result in what Miguel likes to call 'Matriarch Moche'.

Having been through 4 pregnancies throughout their marriage, during this time Miguel often becomes Moche's caretaker - a role her village takes very seriously (they've got their eye on him). A time where a couple is almost inseparable, Moche & Miguel are no different. And it can extend to everything from making her meals to opening doors for her.

Unlike Jessica though, Moche does NOT do Inca-Spider stuff while pregnant. (Even Miguel was like 'yeah not happening')

And since her and Miguel are always together, that usually results in an irritable and hangry Moche padding around Miguel's lair barefoot with food court food while he does his usual work.

He'll continue his work of being boss and handling missions - while occassionally stop to dote over his wife he just wants to watch soap operas in peace.

The two usually trade responsibilities around this time - with Moche handling most of the Society administrative work, while Miguel handles most of the active mission work, and watching over her universe.

Usually a formidable fighter and a fiercely independent, Pregnancy one of the rare times Moche feels like she can put her self in someone else's hands - knowing that she should reserve her spiritual energy for her baby.

And Miguel is more than happy to oblige (most of the time).

Miguel: *Giving an mission briefing to the Spidey-teens* I need you all to FOCUS, I'm serious. Every detail of this mission must be followed to- Moche: *from Miguel's platform* Miguel, I'm getting heartburn. Also, I can't find the remote. Miguel:.....ask Lyla to change the channel. Moche:..Migggueeell, where's the garbage bag? I'm feeling the nausea again. Why did you give me queso? Eating that queso was a horrible idea- Lyla: Miguel, you better hustle. Last time she barfed on your desktop my server was out for 2 hours. Miguel:....*sighs* If you'll excuse me.. I- just a minute.

Birth:

All of the O'Hara-Huapaya children were born in the traditional Incan way - by their parents, with no extra assistance. In Moche's tradition, there is no midwife or doctor - that responsibility falls unto the husband, to educate himself and support the mother of his child. This is what Moche wanted, wanting the moment to be shared solely by them. Admittedly, the days leading up to Rosalia's birth were terrifying for Miguel, and he did exhaustive research. And as her husband, it was his responsibility to prepare the space for her, deliver the baby, and help ease her pain - with aid just a call away if they needed. Rosalia's birth was not an easy one, with Moche choosing to give birth in the upright position - but Rosalia is born healthy and safe, and Miguel doing so well, that they gave birth to the other seven just the same (thought with the triplets, it did require a little help, that's SO many babies). After the birth, Rosalia was bathed and dressed by her godparents (Asa & Jess) before spending the night with Miguel while Moche recovered. The morning after Moche was prepared by the Mamaconas to meet her daughter. Miguel and Moche love this - Moche feels like it helps her shoulder the responsibility of pregnancy, and their babies' health. And with Miguel directly involved with every step, it allows him to understand her and their baby on a deeper level. Although Miguel had only asked for one, the first night alone with Rosalia, he knew he wanted as many as Moche would give him.

About Moche's Maternity Outfit:

Moche's outfit takes inspiration from a number of actual Moche, Inca, or Quechua sources - including this outfit of a Moche girl from an exhibit in Peru.(left). Moche's forearm tattoos are also inspired directly from the tattoos found on The Lady of Cao - a mummy found in Peru. The Lady of Cao was thought to be a potential priestess or ruler - and as Moche holds the title of village healer, she has similar ink. Moche wears a headdress similar to a rising sun. As a Mamacona (priestess of The Sun God Inti), the sun holds a lot of significance for her. Moche wears the headdress throughout her pregnancy as a signal to others the 'rising of a new sun' - or rather the in-coming birth of her child. The sash at her waist is woven, and underneath embroidered with symbols in order to spiritually protect and shield the babies.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

idk why people think Miguel and Peter are the perfect father figures like they’re the worst ESPECIALLY MIGUEL HES SO VIOLENT

ionkno ima be honest miguel... Miguel might be my Tio. (not in the 'papi' way, he literally my uncle)

A RANT where I get progressively angrier and more confused at Miguel and Peter B.

[Peter B. Parker Hater Club]

Like....I can't defend him in anyway cause like my GOD, I've seen Peter fighting Green Goblins less violently. Miguel was being brolic as hell on a child.

But I like think that like...day to day.. he isn't as much of a (number of words that might be a bit too vulgar).

I...I don't know how to feel about him. Because on one hand we have the logic hints that he is normal most of the time - based on how people treat him. But we don't see that at all.

We never get to see Miguel OR the Society just exist and I don't think we will in the next movie cause there's no time plot-wise but considering what Miguel truly believes I'm like - maybe you just need to be put on ice for a minute. Look at yourself, you look insane.

I'm HOPING GOD IM HOPING that theres a scene where Miguel gets to Miles and just stops and is holding Miles down and now that Miles can't leave he just begs Miles not to make the same mistake he did, because he believes the even if Miles saves his dad - his dad will die anyway when the universe collapses (like Gabbie did).

just so we can see some range or like self-reflection from him. Because..if he's so guilty about Gabbie I assume he self-reflected a lot so he uhhh needs to do that...again.. right now.

And like....that's not how that works but it's like telling a flat earther that the earth is round. Until they go up and see it, they will have an argument for everything you say.

I trust Spider-people, and I trust them to be able to call out a evil person so I'm like...the Society is run so well, ALL of these spider-people can't be stupid - we know Insomnia Peter, we know Hobie. Hobie was there before Gwen so like...Miguel must've been, not bad enough for him to refuse??? I guess?????

I really have no idea about Miguel's character and it's a long movie so I understand not getting alone time with the Society but I'm like..

At WHAT point does Miguel stop and be like "What the fuck am I doing?" AT WHAT POINT DOES JESS OR PETER?

It's like.. (k now I'm mad) You're an ADULT!! And Miguel yeah I know it's a trauma response but standing there at that platform with dozens of people watching you. How is that not like waking up in a cold sweat!!

And realistically speaking - Miguel what are you gonna do? Forreal what are you gonna do?

Okay, so you lock him up and his dad dies. What about his next canon event. Some canon events you have to be active in. Like what if his canon event is marrying his MJ - what, are you gonna MAKE him marry her. What if his canon event is meeting Dr.Otto. What, you gonna make Miles work for him.

Even if this canon event happens it's not like Miles is gonna co-operate for any others??? So what is the goal?!?!?!

That's why I'm like nah, Miguel cannot be like this all the time. He can not be this blindly stupid because what he's doing is DUMBBBBBB

Im gonna be real even if a Spider-person had caught Miles, Miles would've tried to explain and be like 'please let me go', and because everyone else doesn't have the drive like Miguel, they'd probably be like "Oh shit, ok go on kid."

BUT PETERRRRRRR FUCK THIS DUD OKAY I HAVE A QUESTION

In the scene where he's like 'hold the baby' to Miles and his watch goes off- do you think he was purposely trying to give Miles up? Because that's what I thought. Someone the other day suggested that it was an accident and I was like "???"

NO MA'AM. No, Ma'am.

I always saw the scene as this:

Peter B. KNOWS Miles isn't gonna take off while holding MayDay. He's not, Miles not going to kidnap a baby.

So Peter is continually pestering Miles to hold MayDay, to get him to stay in while place, while he intentionally alerts them of his location. However, Miles won't take MayDay, and Peter's watch goes off.

Because Miles isn't holding her, his hands are free, and he can escape.

That's what I got from that, no?

Or you mean to tell me Peter's watch went off by itself? Maybe, but then what was with the 'Hold My Baby' shit? Why wouldn't he take 'no' for an answer?

He was using MayDay to trap Miles. Like are you fucking kidding me.

Wow, betraying his trust again AND manipulating him with that 'I had her cause of you!' speech.

Miguel - He's having a psychotic break, he's full Primal and honestly he needs to go somewhere. Perhaps a small red bubble and just..look at himself in the mirror. Like - fuck are you doing? The most, for no reason. Cut it out!

Peter - Nah, why are you even here? What are you getting out of this, seriously? Gwen HAS to be here, Hobie knows WHY he's here, Pav just GOT here. Why are you here? What do you get out of this? What, do they have free daycare or something at HQ. What even compelled you to be on Miguel's side in the first place. WHY DIDNT YOU FIGHT HIM THE SECOND HE MENTIONED MILES NEGATIVELY

Like Peter doesn't have the trauma Miguel has, he doesn't have the professionalism Jess has, and he doesn't have the brains Hobie does. What is he adding to this society, what is he getting out of it?

He's just THERE. Being a NUISANCE and I MEAN THAT!!!

You can't tell me Lyla be looking at missions and be like 'Oh yeah we need to get Peter B. on the case' NO!

And then to not help Gwen and also try and rat Miles out????????? He should fall into a 'metaphor for capitalism' if u know what i mean

Jess - She's literally doing her job and going home at 5:00:01 and as someone who is anti-work....understood ma'am have a nice day but also maybe reconsider your parenting practices before that baby gets here, just a suggestion.

Rio and Jeff are the only adults with some sense in this movie. Captain Stacy, you're fine but you're on thin fucking ice.

Fuck Peter B. All my Hobies hate Peter B. (not a typo)

And Miguel:

"I - I can't even with you."