#overheard on the bowie

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie [anticipated august 2]

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it.

i am having too much fun writing this because apparently while i ultimately want to be a benevolent god who gives rocket only happy endings, i apparently have no qualms with torturing him with sexual frustration in the meantime.

nsfw after the cut | FULL FIC NOW POSTED

He’d looked up at you, your eyes all shiny and plush lips framing the words, Can I help you with something? Do you need anything? and the only words that had come to his mind were, Sweetheart. Can I help you?

Because the worst part of it is — you’ve been so unlucky.

He continues to stare at the dark ceiling, palms resting on his chest, and wishes he’d stolen Pete’s zune. Stick the little headphones into his ears and distract himself for a little while.

“Slow down, princess,” he mutters into the shadows. He’s usually got no qualms against eavesdropping in general but he wouldn’t try to listen in on this. Unfortunately for both of you, there’s no world in which he can avoid hearing it: the steady soft schlick-schlick of your pussy lips rubbing wetly against each other, or maybe your fingers, if you’ve got them stuffed cutely inside your pretty hole. Your shallow, reedy little breaths, puffing over lips he’s sure you’ve bitten raw. The rustle of the blankets as you shift and try to adjust yourself: legs opening wider, he imagines. Or maybe he’s wrong and you’re not going too fast and hard at your little clitty: maybe you’ve hit the right pace for yourself, and your knees are locking and your toes are curling and you’ll both — finally — get some relief tonight.

But nope. He can hear you, winding yourself tighter and tighter, higher and higher, more and more desperate. A quiet, pitiful little whispered word — “please” — to the gods, like they’ll finally take mercy on you. But he’s listened to you enough times that he can pinpoint the moment that your desperation turns into frustration, and then despair. There’s a sad little muffled whimper — pressed into a handful of blankets, he’s sure — and then the sounds of your strokes slow, and finally cease. A soft, miserable sigh, and the whisper of skin on skin — you rubbing your thighs together in resignation, he suspects.

He rolls over in his hammock and screams into his pillow.

full fic now posted

[2percentsugar]

fucked up that lena dunham's face is on this. back in MY day (2015 or so) you could only listen to this on youtube as a recording of AURORA singing this in a random fucking bar. truly a testament to something sinister about this copyright system we live under. anyway AURORA is a genius <3

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 34: Early mornings & new beginnings

You managed to slip out of bed without waking the beautiful man next to you. Throwing on a pair of his boxers and an oversized Bowie t shirt slipped your slippers on & headed towards the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot & start breakfast for the house full of men who you know will surely wake up hungry. You flick on the radio & start pulling out your supplies & heating the waffle iron swaying to the instrumentals to Guns & Roses Patience. You decide on making mixed berry waffles & a strawberry sauce over the stovetop as the bacon cooks & you start humming & singing to yourself 🎼”I’ve been walking the streets at night just tryin to get it right, it’s so hard to see you with so many around, You know I don’t like being stuck in the crowd, And the streets don’t change but maybe the names I ain’t got time for the game cus I need you yeah yeah but I need you!”🎼 in your own little world belting out lyrics not noticing the boys peeking at you through the doorway as Eddie stands there in complete awe of you. Your voice the way you so effortlessly move across the room totally captivated by all things you Jeff whispers to the group “I think we found corroded coffins new addition only if she played an instrument” you turn them not knowing you heard Jeff “who says I don’t” as you set down plates full of food for them all “okay boys eat up help yourselves there’s plenty Eddie give them a pork roll rundown” you wink and leave the room with your coffee. “Ew Eddie it sounds dirty so if it is I don’t wanna know” Eddie laughs “it’s food spazoid” he slides each boy a plate full it takes about a minute before they all start scarfing everything down “I don’t know what this is made of but it’s so good! Ed why you hogging her man we don’t get to eat home cooked food like that either moms so busy I’m lucky if there’s a can of spaghetti o’s or a box of Kraft in the cabinet” you overheard them “boys how about this.. I know you’re all graduating really soon & some of you will be moving to campus for college after the summer so why don’t we have a family night once a week until then not including hellfire night okay? We’ll do the whole nine yards I’ll cook dinner we’ll have a movie marathon & everything then the week or two before break is over we can plan a trip just us & you all have to promise we’ll see you on the holidays I’ll be heartbroken if I don’t get a table full of my favorite people for thanksgiving & Christmas” they all stare at you with glossy eyes never feeling cared about by anyone but the boy group & their parents they aren’t very used to being around someone so caring & warm they all run & wrap you into a large group hug “you’ve always been one of us & we wouldn’t have it any other way” gareth says as the boys nod in agreement. You snatch up your favorite mug gifted to you by Wayne knowing it’s your favorite flower plastered all over it you’ve always had a soft spot for Lily’s they’re so beautiful. Heading to the shower to wake yourself up more as the boys finish breakfast. Gareth going for seconds scoots in the bar stool at the breakfast bar next to Eddie taking a large bite of waffles before nudging his friends shoulder “so…. What’s the plan man? Let us know what you need us to do you know she’s special to all of us in each owns way we wanna help make it special she deserves it more then anybody” Eddie laughs “I know dude I’m just trying to figure out how to get her out there without her getting suspicious maybe you can tell her me & the others went shopping or something & you take her to lunch & the record store by the time you guys are done & you bring her over we should have everything set by then I already called Robin she’s gonna tell Jamie she’s busy & so is Steve hopefully this goes smoothly” he says huffing his bangs out of his face. “You guys wanna see it real quick before she’s out of the shower?” They all jump out of their seats as Eddie pulls it out of his pocket to show all his best friends “wow Ed she’s gonna love that” Jeff stares in awe “yeah man what the hell did you do rob a bank look at that thing?!”

[singeratlarge]

SONG OF THE WEEK: “Love That’s Here to Stay”https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/love-thats-here-to-stay-3 —This song came to me as I was taking a break from a cruise ship gig, disembarking on the Caribbean Island of Eleuthera. I ventured away from the tourist-y area to walk on a long, quiet highway. Then I came across an abandoned church, now a hurricane-blasted shell. There was something calmly defiant and timeless about that setting, and that informed this song. The title refracts on the George & Ira Gershwin song, "Love is Here to Stay." From there my lyrics draw from public conversations I overheard about how some people rose above their problems + a C.S. Lewis essay ("...evil cannot stand alone in the blaze of a glorious light”). 

The music is a flamenco-glam rock groove built on a re-working of the bass line from "The Model" by Kraftwerk. On a cosmic jukebox, this song would playlist between T. Rex, David Bowie, Mick Ronson, and tango legend Carlos Gardel. Listen & download here: https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/love-thats-here-to-stay-3

#gershwin #Eleuthera #glamrock #flamencorock #Caribbean #artrock #DavidBowie #MickRonson #Kraftwerk #TRex #MarcBolan #TheModel #CSLewis #CarlosGardel #JohnnyJBlair #singersongwriter #singeratlarge

[mxngldmxdnsss]

The Hunt - series

Chap 10. Starman - Recom Miles Quaritch

what is it with me always being tired while writing these also this is like a filler chapter before the next one because writers block and procrastination 🥲

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! some sexual content

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

Miles awoke to the sound of his earpiece, crackling, as words bounced through the drums of his ear. He groaned, listening to the order of returning to the base. Miles wasn’t sure how long the two of you had been outside the city, but it was long enough for the RDA to raise suspicions.

He felt guilty, seeing how badly you needed the rest. But if you didn’t go back now they’d send his team for you and he sure as hell didn’t want to be caught like this. Miles could still feel himself stuffed inside of you, position changed but the feeling just the same.

Before he could get a hard on, Miles pulled out of you, sighing when he saw his cum dribbling down your thigh.

The two of you quickly washed up near a stream, hoping to get the stench of sex and sweat off the two of you before heading home. It was a strange thing for the two of you, looking up at each other and sharing soft smiles full of adoration and love.

You would think you’d died and gone to some version of hell. The Miles, tame and calm as he splashed water up towards you, grinning as his bellowing laugh drifted through the trees.

By the time you two got done it was midday, you figured you two had slept in late. It was a blessing to be able to have some proper sleep, even more so that you got to sleep alongside your now mate, Miles. The thought made you smile to yourself as you and your new husband walked side by side towards the city.

At last, you spotted the giant gates of the fortress, humans and their need for glory you supposed. The sight made you shudder, the fresh memories of what these humans were capable of clouded your mind.

It wasn’t what they were capable of that moved you though. It was their drive, their hunger. Their insatiable hunger to take over Pandora and all of its creatures. Quickly you shook the thoughts from your mind, focusing on Miles as he offered his hand to you when you approached small hill in the ground. You chuckled and took Miles’ hand, looking up into his eyes endearingly as he gave you a wild grin.

As you approached the city gates you felt what seemed like nervousness fill your belly. You squeezed Miles’ hand and he turned to you, giving you an assuring look as the gates began to open. Behind the gates stood a few humans, some with a military uniform, others in lab coats. Scientists you presumed, all worried about what had happened to you both.

Within the hour you were sitting on a table in a room with a giant window on one of its inner walls. Behind it you guessed there were probably some more humans, observing as nurses came into the room and gave you a checkup. You came to find out that you two had been gone for a half a day, and that they were just about to launch a party to retrieve you two. It amused you, these sky people really were worried about your whereabouts.

You figured before that they wouldn’t know about yours and Miles’ relationship until something tipped them off, like holding hands as you approached city limits. And for the other Recoms they had already picked up on the shift in attitude that Miles had. A few even found it humorous that Miles had managed to wed you, or mate with you, you weren’t exactly sure about the term.

Before you headed into the room, you overheard low chuckling as they poked at Miles for details. The actions didn’t bother you though, how could you be upset when you were so happy with what transpired last night. Your heart felt full now, whatever sadness or confusion that you had, had began to dissipate as your connection with Miles grew stronger. And now, it felt like it had completely vanished.

You hummed to yourself with the thought and allowed the scurrying humans to finish their examination. Once they allowed you to leave you quickly jumped up and headed for the door, excited to see Miles again.

When you opened it, you saw the General from before. She was talking to Miles, his expression strained as she boasted on about something you couldn’t care to worry about. Instead you opted to wait until she left, watching as she smiled with an attitude you didn’t like. You didn’t even notice that your ears were pulled back, flat against your head as she walked past you, her conversation with Miles done.

You looked up when you heard Miles’ voice, his eyebrows knit as he approached you. “What’s the matter?” Standing in front of you, Miles placed his hands on his hips. It made him seem less intimidating than he wanted to look.

“Nothing.” You stood from your spot and took Miles’ hands into yours. It surprised you how fast callouses made their mark on his hands. Sighing, you let Miles lace his fingers with yours.

His voice filling your ears once again as he walked with you out of the lab. “If you say so.” You chuckled at the comment and leaned into Miles, his presence comforting in all ways.

Together the two of you headed back to your room which had been cleaned by someone you guessed. Your bed was made and your very small collection of belongings was placed neatly on the window sill. You were very glad it’d been cleaned, the fresh air of the room filling your lungs as you breathed in.

Flopping down onto the mattress you relaxed, wanting to rest a bit more with Miles before dinner. Feeling the bed dip you picked your head up, watching Miles get comfortable as he sat up, looking at you. You smiled at him before opening your arms up, inviting Miles to clamber between them in a hug. Without question, he shifted his body forward and relaxed in your embrace. You ran your hand down Miles’ back, admiring for a moment, the muscle your husband had. It brought you some pride in a sense.

The cuddling lasted for a few minutes before Miles moved to cage you between his arms. You giggled up at him as he gave you an all knowing look. Before you could voice reason with Miles, he quickly dove down to kiss you.

Pulling away, Miles moved to wrap his arms around you, wanting to savor your presence as you cupped his face. You both stayed staring at each other for a moment before Miles laid his head down on your chest. You pet his head for a while, staring at the ceiling as you two relaxed a bit.

Peering down, you found that Miles had dozed off, his eyes were shut and his breath was soft. You cooed at him, almost like he was a baby. The action made you laugh softly as you cupped Miles’ cheek once more. Feeling your body and mind tire, you gave Miles one last look-over before laying back down. You felt compelled to speak to your mate, confused as to why you wanted to speak to Miles, alongside wanting to hold him for as long as you could.

You stroked his back, feeling the words fill your mouth before you spoke. “Ma Miles, my silly starman.” You said before giving in to sleep.

Chap 11.

taglist - @gremlinfuck @aokimisa23 @kassada @gar6agef1r3 @sublimedeersong@perseny @mechformers @nin3kyuu @themedsaintworkin @katkat1918 @hobnob2020

[anxiously-kk]

twitter needs to examine their rampant misogyny towards older woman they don’t like (and all woman tbh) because bowie overheard miss kitty kitty talking to america about how jag and matt aren’t off the hook and bowie went and told them that and the response from periwinkle stans has been disgusting. like they are talking about how creepy bowie is how she’s old enough to be their mom but she wants them to be into her how they expect to learn she sucked their d*cks that’s she’s a troll that she’s playing dirty that she’s not one of the girls who would agree with everything misogynistic podcast boys say that she’s jealous of blue and can’t handle that she’s one of the cool girls and it’s like??? this was just a completely normally objectively good move? sorry cornflower doesn’t know how to whisper?

[courtney-deserved-better]

ways i relate to the new td cast

axel - we look very similar (curly brown hair, brown eyes, resting bitch face) and she can kick people in the face, something i am also capable of

bowie - style. we don’t have the same style but he is stylish and i have been told i have the outfit coherency of a video game character and a sitcom character on two separate occasions 

caleb - i am the first voted out of every game of mafia no matter what. he would understand my pain

chase - not much beyond i wouldn’t want to be catapulted either buddy

damien - nerd surrounded by chaos (i am an introverted writer in a theatre program)

emma - when i was her age i too alternated between wanting to kill a shitty guy i liked and wanting us to make up and be friends again

julie - purposefully filters out a lot of mean thoughts i have. i can’t tell you guys how many times ive seen a dogshit td take, opened up mod courtney’s ask box, and started to write an angry rant before taking a deep breath and deleting it

millie - ive been writing down weird things ive overheard people saying since i was 13 to use it in my own writing. i quite literally have thousands of quotes

mk - i regularly stole candy from my middle school science teacher and when she finally figured it out i blamed it on the high schoolers and got away scot-free (however unlike mk this experience gave me a massive fear of shoplifting that cancels out my desire to steal shit)

nichelle - overprotective parents/sheltered childhood, i also know a lot more famous people than the average person

priya - competitive as fuck but also anxious and socially awkward as fuck. will tell a story from my childhood and everyone will go “hey what the actual fuck” (but it’s messed up because of my school not my parents)

raj - went on my first (gay) date last week and had no clue what i was doing the whole time but it was very nice

ripper - absolutely not. i refuse. we are nothing alike. 

scary girl - token edgy aesthetic friend. i have dyed my hair purple three times. i think im known in the td fandom for mostly wholesome/chill fics but my original writing usually ends up being about death with details that make my friends go “what the fuck is wrong with you” when they read them

wayne - very supportive of my best friend who i am lowkey attached to the hip

zee - nonbinary swag. long brown ponytail. sometimes likes to lie about harmless things to see people’s reactions. i too am a canon disabled character but instead of losing half my legs i lost half my hearing

[noneuclideanwhimsy]

Snowdrop, Tulip and Violet for all of the Singularit+y members!

Corey is really interested in technology, she isn’t exactly an expert but she just likes to geek out about it, Zircon brings her to xir ship and points out what all the knobs and buttons do and she’s just like ‘:O’! She hates absolute silence, she calls it ‘dead air’, she needs something happening around her to function, preferably something interesting!

Sylvan likes when his art makes people smile, be it his music or his illustrations (he draws sometimes!). He’s had a bit of a rough life, his parents have been cast out from society for opposing the villainous government of this Earth and a lot of people still saw him as a social reject pre-Singulari+y for that reason, so all he’s ever wanted to do was play and sing for the other outcasts he grew up around and bring them joy, to which the rest of the band happily agree, so the reject towns get private concerts on the occasion! He hates being in the spotlight, however: he often stands out due to his gender-nonconformity which lead to some bad experiences in the center of attention in the past, and being center-stage still gives him really bad anxiety for that reason despite the fact that he’s now happy looking the way he does, long black hair, dresses and all. The rest of Singulari+y! respect this and allow him to perform slightly off to the side, so that he can be heard but never with the full focus of an audience on him.

Zircon loves physical affection, xe’s a really tactile person, xe’ll put xir hand on your shoulder and hug you often if you let xir, but xe does respect boundaries. Physical touch is seen as something very exciting and important among xir species, since they often travel alone and rarely get to do it to one another. Xe doesn’t like enclosed spaces, feeling ‘trapped’ makes xir really claustrophobic and nauseous, xir ship is mostly fine because xe’s familiar with it and it’s actually fairly spacious just for xir alone, but there’s a bit later on in the story where the villains briefly capture xir and trap xir in this glass tube for a bit, it’s super uncomfortable for xir, xe feels so relieved when Corey busts it open with a chair!

I’d show Corey an item of modern technology (Singulari+y!’s story takes place in 198X on an alternate version of Earth) just to see her excited reaction! I’d also like to go shopping with her, she has fantastic fashion sense, she’d love modern clothing (especially of various alt fashion movements!) it’d just be a really fun time for both of us!

I’d tell Sylvan about how things will turn out okay, on both his version of Earth and ours, because he’s overheard from his family what the government were doing and why they were resisting and is probably the most concerned about the state of Earth out of the group.

I’d infodump Zircon all about the funky human things that don’t really make much sense, possibly look up the histories of why we say and do certain things seemingly arbitrarily, xe’d be really eager about it and be glad to have a better understanding of humanity!

Ooh, these were tough, I’ve never done voiceclaims before, usually because I typically have a hyper-specific idea of what a character sounds like in my head and it becomes kinda frustrating when none of your ideas match but you also can’t really describe what would be different to make it match!

Anyway, Corey’s speaking voice is quite deep for an 18 year old girl, she usually speaks pretty slowly but the rate of her voice accelerates rapidly when she’s talking about her interests! I imagine she sounds something like the way YouTuber Yume’s Studio voices Marina from Splatoon, here’s an example of that!

Sylvan was a bit difficult to pinpoint and I still don’t have any examples in mind for how he talks, the way he sounds kinda has ‘older sibling’ vibes if you know what I mean, and he has an eeever so slight southern accent.

I’m done denying it, Zircon sounds like early 70s Bowie, but with the British-ness turned down a little in favor of the impossible to place accent I described that one time!

This was a lot of fun! Sorry it took so long, thank you so much for the ask!!

[aci32]

THE CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey folks, sorry for running 2 days late but better late than never, here's my 11th review of 2024, The Cult!!! This was my first time seeing them as they alongside Def Leppard were among those bands in which every time they came to Toronto, I would always miss them for some reason case in point being 2009 when they played Massey Hall, 2012 at The Phoenix, the following year at Danforth Music Hall, and 6 years ago at the Amphitheater with Bush and Stone Temple Pilots as I was in Amsterdam at that time, although I overheard a guy on the bus going to Coxwell station saying that The Cult were not that great that night as Ian Astbury was apparently drunk. It did feel great to finally end my bout of bad luck in not seeing The Cult.

Let's get to the festivities!

First band up was Culture Wars. I found their music to be nothing special and don't have plans to see them on their own shows. I especially found the vocals off putting, but I do give them credit for having great stage energy as they were dancing and grooving around like they were having fun. When they went to their next song "Miley" I heard someone yell out "MILEY CYRUS!!!!" and that generated a bunch of laughs.

After Culture Wars it was time for THE CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First time ever seeing them and they put on a great live show. Loved how engaging Ian Astbury is with his Tambourine playing and Maraca playing plus I always liked how he would kick the tambourines with the back of his foot near John Tempesta's drum kit. Also at 62, Ian still has the pipes and after listening very carefully to his vocal style, I hear a strong amount of Freddie Mercury influence and as well some Glenn Danzig, although I would have to ask him that if I happen to meet him at a chance encounter if Freddie Mercury is one of his influences as David Bowie is one of his influences. Before they played Edie (Ciao Baby) Ian said to the crowd "Don't make me get all fucking comedian on you" and during Brother Wolf, Sister Moon Ian had made reference to the First Nations of Canada given how he used to live in Hamilton for 5 years from 1973-1978. Plus Ian Astbury had said "I've got the flu, but this is a fucking rock show!" which drew a large amount of applause from the crowd. Billy Duffy had said "I thought this was fucking Ottawa, are you sure this isn't Toronto?!" Instead of drawing boos the crowd instead cheered as if to drown out the cheers in Ottawa and Montréal. I will add that Billy Duffy has changed his look over the years as I was used to seeing him with blonde hair and clean shaven but he's dyed his hair and grown a beard, but he still kicks ass on guitar at 63 years old. Here's their setlist

1. In the Clouds

2. Rise

3. Wild Flower

4. Star

5. Mirror

6. The Witch

7. War (The Process)

8. Resurrection Joe

9. Edie (Ciao Baby) (Acoustic version)

10. Sweet Soul Sister

11. Lucifer

12. Fire Woman

13. Rain

14. Spiritwalker

15. Love Removal Machine

Encore:

16. Brother Wolf, Sister Moon

17. She Sells Sanctuary

Overall a great show and a great way to spend a Friday night.

THE CULT FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!

[timeoverload]

I'm still crabby. I am so drained. My cases got done around 4 and I had so much to do afterward so I stayed 15 minutes late. I didn't get everything done but at least the important stuff is out of the way.

I wanted to stay longer but I couldn't stay in that room anymore. The autoclave repair man came in to replace the gasket on one of the big autoclaves and he fucked up. He scraped a bunch of the rust off the inside of the chamber with a brillo pad and didn't clean it up. He told us it was good to go and then he left without running a test cycle first. We have to run a bowie dick test after any repairs so they started the cycle and after a couple minutes rust particles started spraying out of the vents and it went everywhere. I have never seen that happen before and I didn't think that was possible. The rust was aerosolized by the heat and steam. I'm glad that my station is on the opposite side of the room and none of my stuff got dirty.

It doesn't help that the autoclaves haven't been cleaned in like a year. They are supposed to have a company come in to clean them regularly but I don't think the hospital has wanted to pay for it because I'm sure it's expensive. At this point it is a safety issue but my boss told me the company is going to come in over the weekend to do that. I used to have to clean them but it's dangerous. I remember having to crawl inside the chamber when it was still warm and having to scrub it down with a very toxic and corrosive cleaner. I wasn't given a respirator to wear. I refuse to do that ever again because I'm claustrophobic and it's scary. It's hot and I felt so sick every time I had to do that. I am looking forward to them getting cleaned because I'm tired of people coming in our department and asking why it smells like cigarettes or fireworks and having to tell them why. It's gross and unacceptable. My nose is still burning and I feel weird.

I still haven't been talking to the morning team lead much which is fine. I overheard a surgical tech ask him if he found a new facility yet. He said that he did find one in Iowa. I'm not sure what he meant by that. He hasn't told anyone in our department that he's looking for a new job but I understand that. He hasn't said anything about putting in his 2 weeks yet but I have a feeling it's coming soon. He has been very quiet. I think he realized that he can't redeem himself at this point and that nobody wants to be around him. He crossed the line too many times. Honestly I think he is getting what he deserves for being a bully.

I still haven't heard whether I can take PTO or not. This should not be an issue. I don't request days off very often because it takes a long time to build up my hours. They might only approve Wednesday and that would be annoying because I hate going to work after getting tattooed. I am not calling in. I guess I should be grateful if they allow me to have any time off. This is stressing me out. I don't know why everything has to be so damn hard all the time. I wish I could catch a break.

Anyway, it's good to be home. I haven't eaten anything today because I didn't have enough time and I'm not hungry. I will probably start feeling jittery soon so I need to find something to eat even though I don't want to. I'm glad I went to the store yesterday. I have no desire to do anything the rest of the night. I think I need to focus on making myself happy right now. I'm planning on going to bed early. I am going to try to enjoy the rest of my evening.

I hope everyone else has a good night too. 💖💖💖

[trashcanplant]

It has been a crazy week, I’ve been obsessed and thinking about this funky guy and I have info and art. So!

Here is a closeup of their unmasked face in a variation sweater. Ozzy has a hooked nose, slightly sharper canines, hazel eyes with deep eye bags, thick brown hair, and moles. In the photo they’re smiling and looking into the distance.

Here is the spider that bit them! This is the moment they became Spinne-Bright! I’ll include this moment in their timeline under the cut.

And here are variations of Ozzy’s New York! I took heavy inspiration from Gwen’s universe, but I knew I wanted something different. So this is just how it is! I have some information on their New York, but I don’t think I’ll include it in this post.

Okay time for some Backstory. Because what’s a spiderman without one?

Oswald “Ozzy” Clements was born in 1976 to Melitta Anja Miller and Clifton Ray Clements(z) in Freiburg, Deutschland. Melitta was a photographer who frequently traveled to France for work and Clinton worked as a marketing supervisor for Sony’s Germany division in the electronics department.

They were the oldest child of 3, their younger siblings being Tobi Falke Clements-Miller and Ruben Eldon Miller.

In 1986, Clif gave Ozzy a Walkman loaded up with all sorts of great music (Mostly Queen, The Offspring, Billy Idol, David Bowie, Ramones, Tears for Fears, The Kinks, October Country) and this started their love for music. That same year Ozzy started playing cello and electric bass with their father teaching them.

In 1991 early the Clements-Miller family immigrated to America and set up their new life in Forest Hills, Queens, New York. Ozzy made friends with Addy here, sharing a mutual love of music and sense of justice. They quickly took up arms in trying to change things together.

In late 1991 or early 1992 Ozzy was bitten by a radioactive spider while outside in Forest Park with Addy. They left early, fearing an allergic reaction. Ozzy did suffer an allergic reaction, but this was the catalyst for their powers. 

In mid 1992 as Ozzy was driving with their dad, a drunk driver hit them and killed Clif and himself. Ozzy survived and had serious survivors guilt. It was at this time for the first time Ozzy dawned their mask as Spider-Bright. 

By early 1993 Ozzy had become more comfortable being Spinne-Bright, going as far as to release Zine’s onto Queens in an act of protest against some of the laws that were coming into power after the election of mayor William Fisk. They had debated telling their mom, but after the death of their father, Mel was left a shell of herself, stretching herself thin to be able to provide for her children. So the only person Ozzy felt they could tell was Addy.

Ozzy tells her, and someone under the employment of Mayor Fisk overheard. He lets him know, and at the next protest Addy and Ozzy are at, someone brings a gun and goes to shoot Ozzy, but misses and hits Addy instead.

(On this note, I think a slight canon divergence here would be better. Ozzy is the kid in red, and instead of rubble it’s a gun. Makes more sense than Mayor Fisk setting off a detonator.)

Ozzy was devastated, now facing double survivors guilt at losing both their best friend and their father. They felt so shitty, but they saw their family and knew they couldn’t afford to lose themself to the grief. 

Since then, Ozzy has taken up part time jobs to help their mom in paying rent, and is working hard on scholarships as well as pushing for higher wages. It’s now mid 1993 and Ozzy has been Spider-Bright for a little over a year.

SPIDER BRIGHT!

My name is Ozzy Clements.

I was bitten by a radioactive spider and promptly had an allergic reaction.

And for the past year or so-ish, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Bright, or Spinne-Bright. Doesn’t matter, it’s the same thing.

So I made a spider-sona. This is Ozzy! Also known as Oswald, “The German Spider-Man”, and the only spider man with an allergy to spiders. If you’d like to read more, you absolutely may!

So, Oswald “Ozzy” Clements is a German-American, autistic, spider-guy. They are super into music, carrying a Walkman on the belt of their bomber jacket with headphones ready to go as they fight “baddies”.

For their costume, I went through an iteration where they were more based on silks haphazardly draped over their person rather than the bomber route. The thing that stayed the same?

The train. As you can see in this proof-of-concept here, their name was originally Peacock Spider. That’s the spider that bit them, but also more inspired by whatever this guy is

I wanted Ozzy to have the vibe of being distracting. Their main power is hypnosis (which they hate to use, finding it immoral to take away someone’s autonomy), and I wanted it to come from them just moving and grooving. Peacock Spiders do mating dances, and I thought it would be a unique trait to include in how Ozzy fights.

Here’s their original introduction while I was still workshopping their design. Ozzy’s universe is messed up, and they don’t know how else to fix it other than dawning the mask. They try to help and fix by using morality, oftentimes leaving themself with anxiety if they made the right choice.

But I really like them! I think this is about how I’d be if I was bitten by a radioactive spider. I just upped all my traits to the maximum, and let myself do research. Thanks!

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie

[new 8/2] ❤︎‬❤︎ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see warnings below.

Rocket’s not thinking. His low-light vision is hungrily  licking up the gleam of your shins and your shoulders and your hair — your big shocked eyes all shiny, your lips swollen and bitten and slick. Your panties are still slightly askew and he can see how soaked they are from here: the silken shine of wetness on the inside of your thighs, the puffy outline of that soft, bratty little cunt of yours.  “R-Rocket?” Chest heaving, he leaps onto your bunk, clawed hand cuffing your pretty ankle and yanking. Your breath whuffs out of your lungs as he heaves you off the pile of pillows and down onto your back: t-shirt rumpling up under your shoulderblades and tits, hair splaying like a flower behind your head as he hauls you toward him. Your eyes are all glossy and baffled and maybe a little scared, and that pierces through his glaze of need and greed and wild fury for a second. It’s not your fault you have the worst-behaved little pussy in the galaxy. He reaches out to you and grips your chin, leathery fingers squishing your cheeks just a little, claws denting the flesh — but not cutting.  “I’m gonna help you out with your little problem. ‘Kay?” When you just stare at him mutely, eyes all big and confused and kinda frightened, he grunts and crouches and reaches for your wet panties with his other hand, tapping unerringly against your clothed clit.  “This one, sweetheart. Okay?” Your eyes flicker — he can’t read with what — and your face grows hot under his fingers. He waits, teeth gritted, muscle twitching in his jaw, nose flared and breathing in the scent of you, wet and needy.  Hesitantly, you nod. 

･:*𑁍 read more on ao3 𑁍*:･ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist

WARNINGS: absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

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[patronsaint-ofthedenial]

Why. Do I keep being compared to John Lennon. I'm not even annoyed I'm just fucking baffled. This has happened several times both on tumblr and in real life. I'm not John Lennon.

[singeratlarge]

SONG OF THE WEEK: “Love That’s Here to Stay”https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/love-thats-here-to-stay-3 —This song came to me as I was taking a break from a cruise ship gig, disembarking on the Caribbean Island of Eleuthera. I ventured away from the tourist-y area to walk on a long, quiet highway. Then I came across an abandoned church, now a hurricane-blasted shell. There was something calmly defiant and timeless about that setting, and that informed this song. The title refracts on the George & Ira Gershwin song, "Love is Here to Stay." From there my lyrics draw from public conversations I overheard about how some people rose above their problems + a C.S. Lewis essay ("...evil cannot stand alone in the blaze of a glorious light”).

The music is a flamenco-glam rock groove built on a re-working of the bass line from "The Model" by Kraftwerk. On a cosmic jukebox, this song would playlist between T. Rex, David Bowie, Mick Ronson, and tango legend Carlos Gardel. Listen & download here: https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/love-thats-here-to-stay-3

#gershwin #Eleuthera #glamrock #flamencorock #Caribbean #artrock #DavidBowie #MickRonson #Kraftwerk #TRex #MarcBolan #TheModel #CSLewis #CarlosGardel #JohnnyJBlair #singersongwriter #singeratlarge

[many-gay-magpies]

actual thing i just overheard my dad say: "if david bowie kissed me i think id have to let him"

[pekelgeuse]

an open letter to a former friend

i miss you.

i miss you so much it hurts.

every time i see you im on the verge of tears bc i can’t stop thinking about how much i miss you. i don’t miss the bad days, but i miss laughing with you, talking to you, even being around you.

the worst thing, though, is that i now know even on our best days you never really liked being around me.that hurts more than any of it because now i don’t even have happy memories, they’re all tinged by the knowledge that things were always one sided.

and still i miss you.

i can’t even sit in the same room as you without having the most vivid flashbacks of the times we had. no matter how much i joke around or what i say i can’t trick myself into thinking i hate you.

how could i?

i worshipped you like a god, and like a god, i meant nothing to you. i was a burden, something you had to attend to.

i’m not mad though.

i wish i was mad, because that would be so much easier than having my stomach flip every time i see you, feeling tears form in my eyes just from looking at our old texts.

i’m different now, if you hadn’t noticed. i’m finally brave enough to watch scary movies, and i listen to david bowie. a lot of me is still the same though. im still a bit too loud and annoying, and i still love oreos.

are you the same?

i learn what i can through glimpses and overheard snatches of conversation, but i can’t really tell. you have the same rings, the same bag. your hairs a little shorter and your coat is green now. i remember when you got that coat.

i always liked the red one more.

do you still like the same sweets? fruit pastilles, strawberry laces, giant strawbs, strawberry gum and lemon flavored club? i don’t think ill ever forget that list.

i don’t really know what else to say except that i miss you.

do you ever miss me?