#pete: venus please!

[moodmoodthecrabking]

lautski outer space moodboard requested by @peterfankoffski

[crescentlyautumn]

My VegasPete sickfic (because I am also sick currently and could vent my feelings this way.) Please enjoy!🤍💛

[circesastro]

Circe’s Asteroid Observations:

Asteroid fama (408)

Note: These are just my own observations, ideas, thoughts and theories. This is just for entertainment purposes. Also, please be respectful of my observations! It is perfectly understandable to not resonate with some of my personal observations but please do not leave any disrespectful comments! Lastly, please don’t plagiarize any of my works! Without further ado, enjoy!

**All photos are from Pinterest**

✿ Men with fama conjunct venus tend to gain fame through their partners. They usually date someone well-known. In general, they tend to benefit from women in terms of attention.

✿ Women with fama conjunct venus tend to blow up due to their self-love and beauty. They also teach other women how to embrace their femininity. (Ex. Song Jia with fama in Taurus conjunct venus)

✿ People with earth fama's tend to have long lasting fame or they are usually pretty well known.

✿ People who have personal planets with the same sign as your fama can bring you fame (doesn't have to conjunct). Those who have it conjuncting your personal planet may be known for those themes. Or you guys will be linked to each other in a way. They will bring more attention to you. (vice versa)

Examples:

Dalton Gomez has his fama in Capricorn and Ariana Grande is a Capricorn Rising.

Olivia Rodrigo has her fama in Taurus and Sabrina Carpenter is a Taurus Sun.

Pete Davidson has his in Libra and Ariana Grande is a Libra Moon.

Hailey Bieber has hers in Pisces and Justin Bieber is a Pisces Venus. (theirs conjunct and she is known to be his wife/partner)

Travis Kelce has his fama conjunct Taylor's sun.

✿ Artists with fama conjunct mercury tend to make catchy songs. Examples: Taylor Swift and The Weekend

✿ Upon research, there were many celebrities with Virgo fama.

✿ Those with Virgo Fama are known for how "perfect" they are. Most celebrities with this placement fit the ideal beauty standards to the tea. They often have a very elegant look to them. (Wonyoung, IU, Kim Seokjin, Zhao Liying, Beyoncé etc.)

✿ Libra and Taurus fama's are known for their beauty and it's usually a major reason they blow up. (ex: Marilyn Monroe, Song Jia, Dylan Wang, Cha Eunwoo, Madison Beer, etc.)

MASTERLIST

[music-orthemisery]

Pre-Folie Release Madness of (p)2- A Timeline

After spending a few days in cuckoo bananas world thanks to the video re: Patrick's best man speech, @grandtreeangel and I have some things to slide across the table.

Between October 19, 2008 and November 7th, 2008, FOB played a series of shows leading up to the release of Folie a Deux. Each show featured a Pete/Patrick banter moment that, when put together, creates a very...interesting narrative.

October 19th - Birmingham, England show

Pete making a Top Gun reference to the $20 bar bet scene while Patrick plays the Top Gun theme song.

The scene in question: "Total carnal knowledge...of a woman this time, on the premises"

October 22nd - London, England show

First live performance of Patrick's "Love Lockdown" cover

Please see @grandtreeangel’s post HERE for more context on this totally normal thing Patrick did.

October 25th - Lille, France show

OG "my little cabbage" moment Pete, in French, says to Patrick, "You are beautiful, my little cabbage."

October 27th OR 28th - Blog post

Pete posts this on his Tumblr . It says 10/27, but there's some disagreement on time zones so it may be 10/28. EITHER WAY...

Originally, this linked to a clip from the movie Love, Actually. In this scene, a man confesses his love to a woman who is married to his best friend.

There's plenty of debate about this movie, scene, and storyline in general, but we aren't here for that right now!!!

Let's just focus on the facts:

Woman. Married. To BEST FRIEND.

The man was the best man AND the videographer at the wedding.

This whole moment is done secretly. He confesses, they kiss, she goes back inside and tells her husband it was just some carolers.

In general, this whole story arc is ripe with longing and unattainable love due to a marriage keeping the man from being with the woman.

I...wonder what this sounds like...

October 28th - Toronto, Canada show

Love Lockdown cover where Patrick says, "That's for you, Pete."

Again, Patrick being very normal!!!

October 29th - Blog Post

Pete contributes an entry to Bill's "Mondayeyes" poetry club on friendsorenemies.com:

Credit to @alphadog's post for this HERE

The entire poem is quite impactful, but a few lines of interest:

"Where do you get off?" or more like "how"

and...

"You chose this"

When Pete uses quotes, it's noted that this indicates things that have been said to him.

There are scents and spells that keep us coming together, there are sparks that keep us forever

The art of keeping up disappearances

Also, big hello to some Rat-A-Tat lyrics

Whenever I could make the sweat roll backwards and your pulse stream in reverse

(Big thank you to @dykeandyhurley for sending this to me)

November 6th - Boston, MA show

Pete shares the story about Patrick's best man speech.

Huge props to @predoom for finding this moment!

If you haven't seen Top Gun (?!), the context here is very important:

The line "Ice, fire, or clear," is said in the scene where Goose dies.

Scene: "Ice, Fire or Clear!"

Also, it should be noted that, to Pete, he is Goose and Patrick is Maverick.

The fact that Patrick picks this quote to say to Pete...in his best man speech...at PETE'S WEDDING. A quote said when Maverick LOSES Goose.

AND...apparently no one else in the reception quite...get's it. Pete is the only one who does. That line was just for Pete. From Patrick.

Of all the lines in that movie, he picks that one, from that moment.

Then, of course...

We have "The Kids Aren't Alright."

Featuring the lyrics:

Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off And maybe I bit off more than I could chew And overhead of the aqua blue

Along with Pete's annotation:

November 7th - Philadelphia, PA show

Patrick sings Lullabye.

Take a peek at this post for all of that mess.

"Well, Bronx was about to be born!"

Sure, sure. I'm not DENYING the relevance there. Just. Go look at the post, damn it. Trust me.

And then...?

Nothing. They take a break, Bronx is born, and then they play a show in Columbus, OH on December 1, 2008. This whole little back and forth ends. Folie a Deux is released on December 10th and...well...we all know what happens after that.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I know you've done similar stuff but what if all the yuurivoice listeners(+ Charlie) were all friends in highschool and brought their partners to their highschool reunion? Short story request ONLY IF THEY'RE STILL OPEN!!!

The highschool reunion.

Nicknames: Rook = Monarch, Sugarboo = Sweets, Scout = Hound, Star = Nova, Angel = Halo, Sunflower = Petals, Casper = Ghost, and Buddy = Chuckles.

Casper was excited to see the old friend group, it was a but mix of people plus Charlie. At first they didn't want to go to the highschool reunion because the place they were having it was lame. But then Cas got a text from Monarch!

'Hey ghost! Just wanted to tell you me, Petals, Nova, Sweets, Hound, Halo, and Chuckles are all going! Hopefully we see you and Chuck!'

Now in the present, in their car with Charlie both were outside a venue hall. Some person from the class rented it out and invited everyone. Casper was mostly excited to see their friends again.

"Do you think they'll be mad at me? You know for, uh, leaving?" Asking shyly Charlie held Casper's hand. His partner gave him a small smile and kissed his cheek.

"Please, you were basically their brother during highschool. They all missed you." Reasurring their boyfriend Casper walked into the venue. Greeting the host and giving their names, placing a name sticker on their shirt.

Casper grabbed their phone out and began texting to see where their friends would be. When they were tackeld into a hug, causing then to yelp and drop their phone. Looking at the person it was Buddy!

"Damn Chuckles you trying to kill me?!" Laughing Casper hugged them back. The college student snorted and let go after a few seconds.

"Please like my hug would kill you Ghost- Chuck is that you?!" Cutting themselves off Buddy gasped at Charlie. Who waved at the excited old friend, causing Buddy to hug him as well.

"You motherfucker how are you?" Asking Buddy then let go of the hug giving him a big smile. Charlie huffed out a laugh and cleared his throat, scratching his neck.

"I'm good, working at Pete's and um I'm with Cas now." Mumbling out Charlie saw Buddy get a shocked face. Turning to Casper for confirmation and got a smile with an enthusiastic nod.

"FINALLY! Ghost was literally in LOVE with you! Wouldn't shut the fuck up about how cute-" Being mischievous as ever Buddy's words were cut off by Casper. The chauffeur glared at the college student and had their hand on their face.

"Okay. Enough of that, how's your life Chuckles?" Channing the topic, Casper saw Charlie giving them a look. Ah, their definitely getting teased about his later.

"I'm doing good in the new college and I even have a boyfriend!" Giggling, Buddy then grabbed the couples hands and dragged them to a table. Where all the other friends Casper and Charlie had, it also looked a bit awkward.

Monarch was looking at Nova with a tight smile. The blue haired man next to Nova was glaring at a...Oh that's their fucking boss. Hound and Sweets's partners were sitting there just chatting but paused seeing Charlie. Oh shit that's Seth and Alphonse their boyfriend talked about.

Petal's partner was sitting with the napkin, while also talking to the tall brunette next to him. Halo was listening to a big ass man talking to Sweets, Jesus he's built like a tank.

"Guys! Look Ghost is here!" Buddy excitedly said as they sat next to the brunette. Casper, looked around the table and sucked in a breath before introducing themselves.

"Sup, I'm Casper but you can call me ghost too." Smiling, Casper then sat down with Charlie. Who was not looking at across the table where Auron, the southern guy, and candy floss were.

The table fell to silence as the listeners connected that all their boys knew each other somehow. Nova opened their mouth and began to speak.

"So uh, Halo how's you meet Lucy?" The streamer looked at the second youngest friend. Who giggled and leaned on their boyfriend.

"It's like summoned him or something, but we meet at a grocery store!" Smiling Angel went on how Lucy told them about different products. It was cute seeing Halo finally finding someone and being happy.

"Hey Cas, how's work? I remember you said you got a new job being some rich guys chauffeur or some shit." Chiming in after Angel finished, Sweets looked at Casper. The driver froze trying to think and they laughed a bit.

"Yeah, he's cool. Don't really talk to him much though. Maybe one day? But I'd want to know how's your bakery in that town?" Changing the topic, Ghost felt their face burn a bit feeling Auron's eyes on them. Maybe they said a but too much but their payed to be quiet and just drive.

"Oh! Yeah my baked goods at a Christmas festival were a hit! Everyone loved my cookies!" Excited Boo went on about how they had Seth help them. Throwing some teases at Alphonse for eating the rest.

As Sugarboo talked more about their baked goods Faust was connecting dots. Then he gasped and pointed at them.

"Wait I literally love your fucking pastries! Star is this what you meant by knowing the baker?" Turning the bluenette looked at Nova who gave a mischievous smile. This caused the two streamers to argue a bit jokingly.

Well at least the mood has lighten a bit, Casper turned and looked at Charlie who was in a conversation with Finn. Petals was also talking but mostly staring at their boyfriend with a soft smile. Holding Charlie's hand under the table Casper smiled as they struck up a conversation with Rook.

Now that Casper wad thinking, Rook is literally fucking Casper's boss. Along with Auron being Monarch's as well? How the Hell did that happen?

Casper also found out Seth knows Sugarboo and Al knows Scout a bit. Charlie knows Al, Seth, Auron and Sweets. Finn knows Auron a bit from him buying a lot of flowers for Momarch apparently.

Lucy apparently went on about a prank call one halloween and Al asked if it was him the big guy called. Turns out it was and Angel was laughing hard. Faust is brothers with Auron, knows Rook and is with Star.

With all of the 'listeners' as the group called themselves now know their all connected still. It's really interesting when you think about it, but Casper's choosing to ignore what this could mean.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky was sipping on a beer as he looked around the crowded room.

" So what? You went through Steve's phone and just called up and texted everyone in there? "

Sam laughed and nodded " Sure did. He had a lot of people in there and they know a lot of the same people. Peggy rented out this big venue for a wedding party since they are doing a small wedding and no reception. That way everyone can celebrate now and not get pissed about not being invited."

Bucky nodd, makes sense in the long run. Peggy and Steve were up front opening some of the presents. There was a huge pile of them. They looked so happy. A tall shadow falls next to Bucky at the bar.

" oooh! Open Bar! Peteypie! We will have a Sex on the beach and for my twink friend here he will have a Tequila Sunrise!"

" No wade! Sorry about that ma'am I'll just have a gingerale"

Turning to look at the two next to him, Bucky raises his eyebrow briefly. The tall man was heavily scarred, the younger man next to him was younger, seemed a little nervous to be here.

Bucky glances at Sam who shrugs before Bucky nods at the man next to him.

" So do you know Steve or Peggy?"

" neither!"

The man gives a wide smile.

" I'm here cause Petey Pie was invited. And I wanna get a look at who he used to fuck. For moral support reasons"

" Oh my god wade! You cannot just say that! And out people like that!"

The young man turned bright red, " Just ignore him."

He holds his hand out to shake. " I'm Peter. I'm a friend of Steve's. But I have met Peggy. Uh, after that is. When she visits the tower for her military contracts"

Bucky could hear Sam's whispered 'wow' and Bucky offers his hand to shake Peter's.

" Name is Bucky, this is Sam. " he eyes Peter. Bucky knew that several years ago, he suspected Steve was cheating on Peggy, even if it was briefly. Just wasn't expecting someone like Peter.

" I knew he was seeing a science person before. Just didn't know it was .... you" peter cleared his throat and nodded.

" It's... fine. We parted on mutual terms. We wanted different things."

The fact Steve was with someone else and that Steve hasn't told them he even was interested in guys was left out.

They sat together for a little bit, talking about how Steve met Bucky and Sam. Peter asking tons of things about Bucky's metal arm. Wade had already wondered off somewhere. Bucky could see why Steve would have been drawn to Peter.

" Oh, Steve! Have you met Peter? He works in a lab with Tony here. How Sam got your number. I'll never know! It's good to see you. It's been a while, yes?"

Bucky, Sam, and Peter turn to face Steve and Peggy and Tony Stark. Steve has a look of surprise on his face, Peggy was smiling, but even Tony looked confused.

"Wow.. Peter, it's been a while. I've met Peter before... briefly at the gym in the tower. Since you have a membership through work." Said Steve, but Steve reaches out and shakes Peter hand.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at Steve. Seriously? Steve met Peter while visiting Peggy at work. And from what it sounded like, Peter didn't know about Peggy til later. Man, Steve really took the stupid with him, didn't he.

" Pete, I thought you were going to that... event tonight, the one we talked about" said Tony.

Peter blushes, sipping his drink. " I did.. I am." Peter glances over at Steve then back to Tony, with a look that of 'please don't say anything'.

Tony tilted his head, slight frown before his eyes widen and he look at Steve, then Peggy then back at Peter.

" Wow okay. That. Something." Tony takes a sip of his drink before he walks over to Peter and wraps his arm around his waist.

" This is the Peter, I was telling you about. I'm sure you have heard all about in the papers" Steve frowns a little, eyeing the arm at Peter's waist.

" What is in the papers? " says Steve.

Peggy laughs, and lightly slaps Steve's arm.

" He never pays attention to the news. I didn't know your Peter was the same one I had met before! Congratulations! Steve, Peter and Tony got engaged a month ago"

Steve's eyes widen before they narrow, and then give Tony a once over. " Congrats"

Tony smirks up at Steve, before he turns to kiss Peter on the cheek. " We are very excited." Peter blushes.

" Round of shots for everyone!" Yelled a voice and there was loud cheering.

Breaking up the tension.

Tony gave Peter an exasperated look " You brought Wilson? Really?"

Peter laughs " He was curious! I figured it could be good entertainment plus he is good bodyguard."

Tony sighs and shakes his head as he smiles over at Peter.

Bucky and Sam look at each other. This was more entertaining then they thought this party would be.

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.28

Annalisa didn’t look at him as he was shoved down into the chair in front of her in the backroom of Tell-Tale Heart. The club was closed for “maintenance”.

“Where was he?” She asked.

“He managed to get asylum from Van Heusen.” Ethan said, walking back and forth behind him, his arms folded over his chest. “But we told Gunther what he tried to do and the coven handed him over no fuss. He says congrats on the upcoming wedding, by the way.”

“Remind me to send him an invitation.”

“How many is that now, Annie?” Sy asked from his seat on a table against the wall. The entire coven was there, sitting or standing around the room.

“We’re going to need a bigger venue.” She said.

“Why don’t you have it at the ranch?” Jack suggested. “Got the room for it.” Sy’s family wanted to be there as well, even after she told them what she had planned for Eugene.

“The reception would be nice there.” She agreed, and turned her attention back to Eugene who was in the chair in front of her, hands tied behind his back. “Eugene.”

“Annalisa, please.” He said, “I never meant—”

“Yes, you did.” Sy said, interrupting him. “She wasn’t supposed’ta be there, remember?”

“You killed Markus.” Annalisa said.

“How long have we been together, Annie? You would believe his word over mine? Markus was my friend, I would never hurt him or you. I love you.”

“No, you don’t.” She said, “Or else you wouldn’t have hurt Sy like you had. You know that if a vampires’ Tovaras dies, so do they. You know that.”

“He’s not your Tovaras, he can’t be your Tovaras.”

“And you would know that better than I?” She asked but he was silent. “At first I wondered why. Why would you kill Markus. Why would you attempt to kill me, albeit indirectly. You were Markus’s trusted friend, his confidant. Why would you kill him?”

“I didn’t. Annie, what happened was tragic, but I—”

“Greed.” She said, “When Markus met you, you were some low merchant, barely getting by. Then he introduced you to high society, better contacts, buyers, sellers, and you flourished. Your little operation grew into an empire because of the connections he gave you, but you still wanted more. You wanted what he had. You were wealthy, yes, but you weren’t one of them. They knew it, you knew it. Maybe if you had what Markus had, they would see you as an equal. Then something happened. He met me. This maid in his estate who didn’t bow her head, who spoke her mind, who met his gaze. Then we were married and you knew that if Markus died, I would get everything. Such was the law at the time. It didn’t matter what document you forged, his widow would receive it all.

“I think you were planning his death even then, but you needed to secure his wife. So you attempted to woo her before the ink was even dry on their marriage certificate. You framed it as wanting to get to know your friends’ new bride better, especially since you knew he Turned her on their wedding night. But I was in love with Markus, and I would never betray him. Then one night, you had Markus killed. I wasn’t supposed to be there, I was supposed to be at the opera with you, but Markus and I had just celebrated our anniversary and he wanted me to stay home. So I did. And I watched my husband die. I watched blood stream out of his mouth and nose from the holy water the Hunter had forced down his throat liquifying his insides.”

“Jesus.” Pete whispered but she paid him no attention.

“Once Markus was dead you wasted little time in seducing me. I was traumatized, vulnerable, and you were there for me. A shoulder to cry on, a rock I could use to hold myself steady. But you made a mistake, you held on too tightly, tried to control me too much. Markus loved me because I wouldn’t allow myself to be controlled by anyone, he loved my strength and independence. So I left you, but I kept you around because you were Markus’ friend and he trusted you. True to law, I got everything when Markus died, all his land, his wealth, his businesses, everything. You helped me with those, too, in the beginning. I was a farmers’ daughter and former maid, what did I know about running anything? Then one day I realized I didn’t need your help anymore, but still I kept you by my side because you were Markus’ friend and he trusted you.”

“Annie—”

“I’m not finished.” She said, cutting him off. “You watched as I became more and more powerful, as I surpassed Markus in almost everything. I was in control of my own coven, numerous businesses and subsidiaries. I was respected and feared and you wanted that. You wanted what I had, just like you wanted what he had. You knew the others saw you as lesser than. The second-fiddle, the “try-hard”. The imposter, the wannabe, and you hated that. You also knew that if I died, as my second-in-command, you would get everything. That’s how covens work. So you watched, and you waited, until I got to a place where you figured I was ripe for slaughter. But then. Something. Happened. I met Sy. I met my Tovaras. You should have been happy for me, but you just saw an opportunity. Get rid of me, him, and line your pockets all in one move. Because if he left me and then I died because he did, no one would question it. He just had an accident. Somewhere. But again, you screwed up. You didn’t do your research. You made assumptions and your ruse was seen through pretty damn quickly.”

“Read the note.” Sy said, “Fucker. I would never do that to her.”

“Whoever killed him would walk free. That was the order you gave to Damascos, but I found him before it could be carried out. Now we’re current. Anything to say for yourself?”

“Annalisa, please.” Eugene said, “I never—I care for you too much to ever hurt you like that. We’ve been together for centuries, you’ve been with him for less than a year. Please, Annie, everything you think I did, I didn’t do it. I promise you, Little Raven, you have to believe that I would never—could never hurt you like that.”

“Little Raven?” Sy asked.

“Markus had ravens he cared for. I took to them, and them to me. He loved seeing me with them so it was his pet name for me. His Little Raven.” Annalisa said.

“Eugene.” Sy said, “Did you know when someone lies, no matter how good they are at it, how long they been doin’ it, they still release adrenaline? Smells like piss. Ethan, he piss himself at all?”

“Nope.” Ethan said.

“Thought so.” He said and hopped down with a grimace. His wounds were mostly healed, but he was still dealing with some lingering pain. “You lyin’ and you lyin’ hard, boy.”

“Is that what that smell is?” Ethan asked and Sy nodded. “Learn something knew every day.”

“You believe these dogs over me?” Eugene asked.

“Damascos kept detailed records, Eugene.” Annalisa said, “Every transaction, every wolf delivered, ever payout given. Even if I believed you didn’t do what you had to Markus, you still drugged Sy and delivered him, along with many others behind my back, to the fighting pits to die. For money. That alone would warrant punishment.”

“Annie—”

“Do you remember what I told you I would do if you didn’t leave him alone?” Annalisa asked and went to a small table set off to the side, untying the leather roll and opening it, various implements tucked into pockets inside. “There are pressure points above our fangs that make them extend.” Opening her mouth to show them, she pressed right above her own canines and her fangs slid down, sliding back up when her hand fell away. “Hold him.”

“Annie!” He exclaimed, struggling against his bonds, and Ethan grabbed him in a vice grip, holding his head still. “Annie, please! Please don’t!” Ethan forced his mouth open as she approached him with the tool and his screams rang through the room, no one moving or making a sound. She backed away from him, the screaming cutting off, blood staining his lips and chin and she closed her hand around the fangs in her palm.

“Dispose of him. I don’t care how.” Annalisa said evenly and Ethan pulled him out of the chair, dragging him from the room.

[episodicnostalgia]

Spider-man: The Animated Series, 111 (May 20, 1995) - “The Hobgoblin, Part One”

Teleplay by: Larry Brody Story by: John Semper Directed by: Bob Richardson

The Breakdown

Norman Osborn (of Osborn Industries) is sick of living under Wilson Fisk’s heel, so he does what any rational billionaire would do, and hires an assassin. But since this is a Spider-man cartoon, Norman also provides his hitman with a goblin-themed supervillain suit, plus an accompanying array of weaponry, all in keeping with the motif (ie, bombs shaped like pumpkins, a glider loosely fashioned after a bat, and also a laser gun for good measure).  Anyways his name is the Hobgoblin and he’s what this episode is all about.

The hit is meant to go down at a public event where Fisk will be doing some legitimate-businessman-things. Fortunately, Peter Parker is also in attendance as a press photographer, allowing him to save Fisk’s life with his spider-reflexes (Pete still doesn’t know he’s the Kingpin) before jumping into action as Spider-man.  The web-head’s interference doesn’t go over well with the Goblin, who demands more money to finish the job, but Norman ostensibly refuses out of short-sighted greed.  Predictably, that doesn’t also go over very well, so the Hobgoblin decides to get even by stealing/keeping Norman’s goblin-gadgets, and betraying him to…

…THE KINGPIN OF CRIME! So, Hobby heads over to Fisk’s place, and offers to double-cross Norman in exchange for… I can’t remember the specifics. Crime things?  *Checks notes* Yeah, Crime things. As his first assignment, Fisk sends Hobgoblin to kidnap Harry, Norman’s Son, [and Peter’s new roommate - more on that below] for ransom; and the price for Harry’s safe return? The Legal rights to ALL of Norman’s inventions, signed over to Wilson Fisk! Looks like the Kingpin has this one in the bag, except for one little hiccup…

For some reason Fisk refuses to pay for Harry’s abduction, and since Hobgoblin is apparently a man with only one tactic, he heads back over to Norman’s place and offers to double-(or is it triple?)-cross Fisk this time around. Naturally, Norman isn’t buying it, but then the Hobgoblin offers two compelling arguments.  1) “Why not?” and, 2) “give me some even more powerful weapons, please”, which is evidently all the convincing Norman needs to justify handing over the keys to an even larger/more powerful glider; Replete with heat-seeking missiles, projectile razor discs (anything to appease the almighty toy sales reps), and even a cutting-edge remote control! (oooOOOoooh)

Meanwhile, our friendly neighbourhood wall crawler has been busy trying to find Harry, and figures he might as well start by warning Norman, but he coincidentally arrives at Oscorp Industries mere seconds after the Goblin has acquired his new glider.  Since our hero doesn’t realize his adversary is actually in cahoots with Norman (again), another fight ensues, but this time Spidey is overwhelmed by the new enhanced glider jet, and just as he jumps for cover into an abandoned building, two heat-seeking missiles follow him inside and… BOOOM!

Welp! I guess that’s the end of Spider-man.

To Be Continued…

The Verdict

I have a bit of a soft spot for this episode, because it was also the first one that I ever saw.  You see, during the early years of my childhood, I lived in darkness and anguish because cable was too expensive (unlike streaming which has only grown cheaper, more accessible,  and increasingly easier to navigate), and thus many Saturday morning cartoons remained painfully outside my grasp.  The only ways to see new episodes of my favourite shows, were through the efforts of my very thoughtful Granny (who would tape what she could on video cassette), blockbuster rentals, and occasionally friends.  Tragically, Spider-man wasn’t accessible through any of these venues, but I was well aware of the show’s existence thanks to the Toys ‘R Us catalogue, and the weekly TV Guide, both of which kept me up to date on what was hot.  And so it would continue to be, until the glorious day when my parents finally did the right thing, and got a cable subscription (there was a promotion). Of course, you’d best believe that I’d done my research about exactly which programming would now be available to me, and Spider-man was one of the top shows on my hit list. On the first Saturday of my “cable-renaissance” I popped on the TV, and was greeted by ‘The Hobgoblin: Part 1.’  It was one of the greatest moments of my life.

Anyways, it’s a pretty dumb episode. Like, the Hobgoblin is extremely reckless, and his motivations are poorly defined. To be fair, his storyline was always messy and anticlimactic, even in the original comics, but that was mainly because the writers kept getting fired before anyone could resolve the story satisfyingly. Even then, the mystery built around character was rife with intrigue in the books, and there was always the sense that Hobgoblin’s story was building to something big.

This show had a real chance to do something a bit more intentional, but the one brief reference to Hobgoblin’s secret identity is almost thrown in as an afterthought.  Additionally, he doesn’t really seem to have any master plan other than committing acts of violence and betraying people for… profit, I guess? There’s just not a lot here to draw me in.

Obviously, if you’re a kid this is a rollicking good time with lots of flashy gadgets, and exciting action sequences. So, I guess at the end of the day the episode succeeds at what it set out to accomplish, and that’s fine.

2.5 stars (out of 5)

Parting Thoughts

Thanks to this episode, I was briefly under the assumption that Hobgoblin had always been the OG Spidey-Goblin-Foe in the comics, with Green Goblin being introduced later on.  It’s an interesting choice to have Norman start out as the mastermind behind the Goblin before eventually adopting it for himself. Sadly, I don’t think this show ever did a whole lot with HG’s and Norman’s relationship, which seems like another missed opportunity, but I could be forgetting something.

Mark Hamill provides the voice work for Hobgoblin, but he mostly just copy/pastes his Joker voice from ‘Batman: the animated series. It’s serviceable, but I would have preferred something a little more original. But then a gig is a gig, and since he was probably hired FOR that voice, I can’t really blame him for leaning into it.

I find it kind of hilarious how much of a big deal Norman makes over the Goblin-Glider’s remote control.  Talk about the height of technology, amiright?  Man, Hobgoblin is gonna lose his mind when he finds out about blue-tooth-operated drones, roughly 30 years down-the-line.

I skipped past it in the breakdown, but midway through the episode Aunt May decides to visit Peter at his new place (Norman offers to pay for Harry’s condo if he can find a respectable roommate, and Pete fit the bill) when Hobgoblin interrupts to kidnap Harry with a gas bomb.  As a result, May is rendered unconscious for the rest of the episode, and taken to the hospital.  The Doctor explains that she’s experiencing an ‘extended form of seizure’, which is notably not how seizures work, meaning May Parker’s diagnosis is either medically significant (warranting further examination), or the result of malpractice. The American health-care system strikes again!  But seriously Pete, you need to get a second opinion.

[hellkitepriest]

ee @ jacaranda baltic, liverpool

it’s, once again, haphazardly-written everything everything show debrief time. these shows were advertised as having signings after, which they then cancelled for schedule reasons but said they would be hanging around after, but we lurked a bit and all we saw was jeremy RUNNING into a van that then drove off. so.

@shallowtboy and i spent most of the day wandering around various galleries and museums which was lovely even if half the places we attempted to go were closed. the gift shop of one of the places we went had these tiny 2x2x2 rubiks cubes on keychains, which OBVIOUSLY we ended up buying, because, well. yknow. we went to the pub to eat first and badly followed too many online guides on how to solve 2x2x2 cubes, and i realised rapidly i have absolutely none of the spatial reasoning skills to be able to know what i was doing. i am now 100x more in awe of alex robertshaw than i was.

when we arrived to the venue we could hear the first show of the day still hadn’t finished, because s/s/w/d was leaking out of the walls of this very nice former brewery (what a joy! to hear it!), and nobody else was waiting outside so we went to the pub next door (and used bill clinton’s autobiography as a fortune-telling device) until ~45 minutes before doors. we got chatting to some lovely people in the queue. i will never tire of hearing strangers mention dave sardine out loud irl.

they let us in out of the rain finally, and we ran right to the front, securing the coveted middle-left-right-between-jon-and-alex spot at the barrier which was INHUMANELY close to the stage. if i’d tried hard enough i could’ve reached over and started poking at alex’s pedals, haaa. we watched pete come on and warm up by playing scales on the keyboard for a bit. i followed the Pope on twitter.

the show was INCREDIBLE, because we were in this tiny sweaty low-ceilinged basement with 450 other people and everyone there was clearly SO into it (the guy behind me was yelling along to every lyric so loudly and violently! yes!! good!!!) which culminated in all this sweaty rowdy energy that jon was so clearly feeding off of. he did at one point say “this is the best one of these we’ve done so far” but i’m not convinced he doesn’t say that to everyone. there was a massive metal pillar on the stage between him and jeremy that he kept leaning against/holding and swinging around towards the latter half of the set. he did definitely make eye contact with me at one point, mortifyingly, and i’m also pretty sure he noticed shallowtboy and i doing our newest Bit of “point at pete every time he hits the Distant Past Button during distant past”, whoops. we came here to have an absolute nonsense time, what can i say?

the energy was just SO powerful and jon was really leaning into it, including one bit during no reptiles where he growl-yelled FUUUCK off-mic which i will be thinking about for the rest of my life. sorry everyone! alex robertshaw was exactly as strange on stage as you expect him to be, but he did occasionally smile at the others in a sort bemused way, like “wow they really are loving this”. he kept switching between eyes-closed-standing-there-gently-wiggling Standard Alex Stuff and occasional wide-eyed what-looked-like-fear whenever he actually bothered to look up at the crowd. alex pls. we are harmless. i have a rubiks cube in my bag for you to sign. (AND YET IT REMAINS UNSIGNED… HOPEFULLY THEY ACTUALLY DO THE SIGNING WHEN I AM AT MY NEXT SHOW ON FRIDAY… THIS BIT HAS GONE ON TOO LONG)

it was special and intense and shallowtboy and i are doing it all again on friday, with about 300 fewer people in attendance. please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. also jon had a little jason voorhees pin on his guitar strap.

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x gn!reader imagine.

The prompt is Snow.

Warnings: cursing

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell had always been a player, and you didn’t take him seriously because of it.

He was so gorgeous and fun and entirely daring, but sadly too freedom-loving for your taste.

You were crushing on Pete and you were upset about it, because Pete didn’t do relationships.

It made you so sad to see Pete go from one night stand to one night stand without even beating an eye, while you were pining after him in secret.

After a while of being friends Pete slowly started to behave peculiarly, his hands lingering on your body more and more often and as well as his gaze, and once in a while throwing a flirty comment in your direction.

It wasn’t exactly what you expected from your friendship, so you simply ignored the approaches you deemed a joke.

He was flirty with almost every person he met so as much as you wanted him to be honest about his flirtations you didn’t think he was, as much as it pained you.

Over time your friendship blossomed and you saw each other more and more often.

He seemed to be spending less time on nights out with different people.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up so you ignored your feelings, even when he asked you to go to a Navy ball with him.

You agreed happily but had to talk yourself into actually going, believing that he couldn’t feel the way about you that you were feeling about him.

The ball was gorgeous, the environment beautiful and Pete looked so handsome in his suit.

Your breath caught the moment he asked you to dance and you followed him onto the dance floor, your heart beating quicker than ever before.

His hands on your body made heat rise in your cheeks and you were too mesmerized by him to realize he was leaning, not until his lips were not even an inch away from your face.

The second realization struck you you pulled away as if you had been burnt, a shocked expression settling on your features before you turned around and hurriedly left the venue.

You heard Pete call after you but you continued to run until the cold winter air engulfed you, settling a comforting numbness inside you.

You were too emotional to realize Pete was coming up behind you, feeling his grip on your shoulder and pulling away, bringing a safe distance between you.

You were angry and hurt and just entirely dumbfounded that he was willing to risk your friendship for a short fling, and you knew your face said as much.

Nevertheless you felt the need to say so as well.

“Please Pete, just leave me the fuck alone! I’m not the type to just have a one night stand and be friends after, and if you respected me as a person and a friend you’d know that!” You exclaimed, shivering from the cold.

Pete’s grip on the coat he’d retrieved for you from the lobby tightened, and he took a few steps towards you.

You didn’t move away.

“I do respect you. I just don’t want to be just friends,” he replied softly.

You were entirely confused and angry, thinking that he hadn’t listened to a word you had said.

“I want to be with you, fully. I know I haven’t been the most reliable friend and most trustworthy person, but I want to be your partner and show you that I can change that. I just… I love you, which is really new for me,” he exclaimed, effectively shocking you to the core.

You were entirely speechless and in the silence that followed snow started to slowly fall from the sky.

It was like a fairytale, a love confession followed by something that was too romantic to seem real, and the first snow of the year held such a power.

You were so speechless and so utterly happy about it that you really needed a second, your eyes going up to the sky to marvel.

Pete’s did the same, so he didn’t notice when you stepped closer, until you were standing right in front of him.

When he looked back at you his eyes immediately got caught on your lips, and a small smile appeared on them.

He started smiling as well, and his eyelids fluttered in anticipation.

You were as breathless as him when he finally leaned in and connected your lips.

It was your Christmas miracle, having tamed Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell enough to want to be in a proper, monogamous relationship.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hey so I had a really good idea and I love your work so can I please request a Aaron Hotchner x male reader where the reader is taller than Aaron and he proposes to him and also the wedding planning and the wedding if that’s not too much, like Aaron being walked down the aisle by Rossi or something, sorry if it’s too much and sorry if I already requested it I’m bad at remembering things 😅 Love your work💖💖💖

Hi! Thank you! Also, sorry this is a bit short! Hope you enjoy it nonetheless! 

Warnings: none

Word count: 623

You look down at Aaron with a fond smile. You weren’t much taller than him, there was only a few inches between the two of you, you stood at six foot five, him at six foot one. This didn't stop you rubbing it in his face every chance you got, you knew he liked it though (the tips of his ears would turn pink and he'd fight off a smile). 

You had proposed a few months ago, the pair of you crying when he had said yes. After months of planning and trying to explain to Jack that, no it cannot be dinosaur themed no matter how cool that would be, the day was finally here - well, the day before was finally here. 

You were both at the venue, making sure all the last touches had been sorted out. And honestly, it looked amazing. You had both asked Penelope, JJ, and Emily for help, knowing that they all had a unique eye and way of decorating, you also asked Dave what not to do (the man had been married three times for Pete's sake!), Spencer offered to help by crunching the numbers, Derek helped organise the party side of things. Everyone was involved and it was amazing. 

You had decided that Aaron was the one to walk down the aisle, with Dave giving him away. You had joked that because he was shorter, it should be him. And you saw the look in his eyes, the glint he only got when he was truly excited. 

And so, the next day, you stood at the alter, Derek at your side as your best man. Derek clapped his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, you threw a smile back at him. “Everything’s gonna be fine, man,” 

“I know,” Aaron will be there - you decided maybe that was a little too cheesy to say (even for you).

And before you know it, Aaron’s walking down the aisle. You had been him in a suit over a hundred times, but something about him in that suit, on that day. You blinked rapidly, trying to push the tears back. After all these years, you were finally going to tell the world you were together, that you loved each other. Even when you couldn’t, when you were younger, before he had been with Haley. Even when Aaron turned you down when he was with Haley (‘I have to think of Jack, (Y/N).’ ‘I know.’). When you both had to hide it from your parents, and then in your adult years, the team. Despite all of this, here you stood today, about to marry the love of your life in front of everyone you cared about. 

“Holy fuck,” Your words barely a whisper, but loud enough for Derek and Emily (Hotch’s best woman) to hear, they both gave a small chuckle. The pair often joked that you were smitten by each other. They weren’t wrong. You would do absolutely anything for him. 

You watched as Dave and Aaron paused, Dave placing a comforting hand on Aaron’s cheek before giving it a soft pat and sending him on his way. Aaron turned to you, giving you a smile before walking the final few steps on his own. When he reached you, you gave a small smile, leaning over and pecking his cheek softly. 

“You look beautiful,” You mumble, finding satisfaction in the way his cheeks lightly dust with red. 

“You look amazing,” Aaron breathed out, his hand on your cheek, gently tracing your cheekbone with this thumb.

“Alright love birds,” Derek snorted, “Maybe let’s get this show on the road?” You both laughed, giving a slight glare at him.

You and Aaron turned back to each other, “Sounds good.”

[decaydanceredacted]

current pete fucking little baby tttyg trick. cornering him after a show and shoving him against some dirty venue wall, keeping him pinned. shoving into him and patrick crying "please sir stop I'm only 18!!" (or maybe he's 17.. whos to say..) but pete doesn't care!! patrick cums soooooooo fast even if he doesn't want it. pete somehow manages to force patrick to lick his own cum off where it splattered on the wall

god bless. explodes

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[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 8 || 806 Words || Read on Ao3 —

“If you say ‘Uranus’ one more time, I swear to God—”

“It’s Mercury. Mercury is closest to the sun, it has to be the hottest.”

“Is it a trick question, though? Like, what about the gas planets?”

“We need to write something down quick, she’s about ready to move on.” James taps the pencil to the little sheet of paper as he looks around at the team he, Remus, and Sirius had assembled in The Corner Pub for tonight’s trivia match. Arguments had been had in excess tonight and it was only the third of six rounds. Unfortunately he was no help with this question—he bloody hated space.

“Put Venus.”

His head whips to the side where the redhead of the trio of girls they’d blended with—Lily, he thinks—is sipping her water and watching the rest of the team delve into chaos. 

“You sure about that?”

“70%,” she shrugs. “They’re not getting any closer, though. I feel like we need an executive decision, and I had an astronomy phase in second form.

James nods. “Right you are,” he agrees, writing in Venus on the line in cramped handwriting just as the Quizmaster begins reading the next question. The other four members of the group look at him with alarm as they whisper over each other.

“Wait what did you put?”

“You put Mercury, right?”

“Mars is always associated with fire and war, I think it’s Mars.”

Lily shushes them with a flailing hand, eyes in rapt attention on the Quizmaster, and James feels a smile tug at his lips. They hadn’t really all gotten a chance to get to know one another before the game started, only exchanging brief introductions when each team of three was told it was a four-person-per-team minimum and the boys were forced to abdicate their usual booth to join the girls at a larger table. (“Pete and his ruddy date night,” Sirius had lamented.) James had been irritated with their missing friend as well—for all of six seconds before he was seated next to the gorgeous woman beside him.

He had been immediately struck by the fierce competitiveness he saw gleaming in bright green eyes, the smattering of freckles along her vibrant hairline, and the fact that she had also abstained from any alcohol. (“To keep the mind sharp,” she had said. “I’ll drink when we win.”)

The Quizmaster’s voice fills the pub. “According to The Hollywood Reporter, this hit 1980 movie—a sequel in a long-running franchise—has one of the most misquoted movie lines of all time. Please give us the correct line.”

The teams around them immediately begin whispering as the Quizmaster repeats the question and starts the timer. A surge of satisfaction rushes through James and he picks up the pencil, beginning to fill in the answer.

“Whoa, we need to discuss.”

His eyes flick up to see Lily and her friends furrowing their brows at him, Sirius sipping his drink, and Remus with a knowing smirk. 

“It’s The Empire Strikes Back,” he blinks.

“1980 was a big year for movies…let’s pause and think about it.”

“It’s Star Wars,” Remus nods from his right. 

“If there’s one thing James is going to be absolutely certain about, it’s bloody Star Wars.”

“Go on, then,” Lily’s saying, nudging his arm with her elbow. “What’s the line?”

Feeling his cheeks flush a bit, he leans towards the center of the table, urging the other five to do the same. Taking care to lower his voice, he explains. “It’s not ‘Luke, I am your father.’ It’s ‘No, I am your father.’”

“A huge pet peeve of his,” Sirius chuckles, taking a swig of his drink and causing James to narrow his eyes.

“Alright, do we agree, at least?”

The crowd nods and goes back to some light chatter—it sounds to James that some are still debating past answers as he lowers his head and brings the pencil to the paper again.

“So you’re more than just the scribe of the group.” His attention is drawn once again by Lily to his left—her mouth curved into a smile, her eyebrows raised high above eyes that sparkle with amusement. “You might just be…our only hope.”

A bashful smile breaks across his face. “Fuck you,” he laughs, dipping his head again to write down the answer, now with the group’s blessing.

“Would you?”

His hand freezes and his eyes dart to her in shock, unsure if this is a lark or if she’s being serious.

Her cheeks are red but her bright eyes are glued to his, and she takes a sip of her water with a playful shrug. James doesn’t even register that the next question has been read out until Sirius’ indignant shout breaks him from his own personal life-changing experience.

“What the fuck does she mean ‘What is the rarest M&M color’?”

[returning-spring]

KPTS rec list #2

Check out the 1st rec list here!

A lot of VegasPete recs, but also rarepairs, gen fic, and some KimChay and KinnPorsche! Note: I read many of these fics months ago, so I can’t give any content warnings that aren’t already on AO3. Curate your experience and have fun!

VegasPete

the sea like the sky on a sunny day; swimming as soaring above the world (T rated) by littlelamblittlelamb

Vegas knew it would happen. Pete’s home town is on an island — it is sun and beaches and food that has Vegas schooling his features and reaching for a glass of water. Vegas knew it was only a matter of time before Pete’s grandmother saw his handiwork. -- During a trip to Pete's island hometown, Pete's grandparents see the scars on Pete's chest.

The Tension Between (E rated) by @wedielike

Pete's a good fighter. Vegas knew that. He didn't know just how hot it would be for Pete to kick his ass, but it is. It very much is.

An Interlude in the Space Between Light and Shadow (M rated) by lewdhandholding

One of Kinn’s guards is a step ahead of Vegas’s attempt to flee the diamond auction venue, so Vegas decides to indulge his anger and frustration for a moment. After all, Pete makes such a perfect little chew toy. It might make Vegas feel a little better if he can get him to squeak.

Overcome (M rated) by @dual-desires

"Vegas, you're scaring me." Funny how those words, spoken in a different context, would've had Vegas' chest clamp up like a vice. But as it were, they merely made him curse his own inability to keep his mouth shut. — Vegas lets some of his darker thoughts slip out. Pete confronts him about it.

when he comes (E rated) by Anonymous

“Hm,” again. Vegas has stopped twisting, but he hasn’t let go, still tugging idly, crouched over Pete like a predatory bird. The pain is cold and strange and Pete thinks his dick might be leaking. “I want to eat you,” Vegas says absently. “Cut you open and eat you. How did that feel?”

changing the old gauze (E rated) by Anonymous

After Macau leaves the hospital room, Vegas and Pete settle into their first real moment alone since they came to an understanding about where they stand.

It's There for the Asking (M rated) by @minorfamilysupremacy

A drunk Pete gets philosophical.

All of It (E rated) by @ghost--houses

"I can't believe I fucking did that," Vegas says. "That was so fucking stupid." (in which the knifeplay does not go according to plan, but they get through it)

KimChay

deep in this sleeplessness (E rated) by @bisexualbard-writes

“Kim.” Chay keeps repeating, and hearing his name from those lips still makes something flutter in his chest, even after all these months. “Are you saying we could have been getting a good night’s sleep for like a week now and you didn’t tell me?” He shrugs again. Chay keeps emphasizing words accusatorily, like approaching him and saying, hey I think we’ve been cursed so that we can’t sleep unless we’re near each other please let me curl up next to you in bed, wouldn’t be batshit crazy. Kim can't sleep. Chay can't sleep. Somehow this leads to Kim spending his nights in Chay's bed with the Great Wall of Pillows standing firmly between them.

Freezer Bride (M rated) by williamshooketh

“I love you, Kim,” Chay had told him, his hand on Kim’s wrist. “I love you, but I don’t even know what I like, and I want to try stuff, and I don’t want to make you go along with it just because you feel like you should. I’m really, really sorry.” Kim and Chay open the relationship.

KinnPorsche

Begging for Belief (E rated) by @sincerelystranger

In his darkest moments – in the moments where he’s not allowed to be anyone other than his father’s son – Kinn wonders if Porsche is doing all of this on purpose. -- An extra scene at the end of 1x08

Storm to Weather (M rated) by @achray1

“I’m not going to prison. I’d rather die,” Kinn had said to him, a few weeks back.

In Time (M rated) by @achray1

Chay has totally the wrong impression of everything. Except that he isn’t wrong that Porsche, mafia boss, sometimes seems to Porsche himself like an entirely different person to Porsche, broke bartender and failing college student.

Rarepairs

Gonna Fade You Like That Rush (E rated) by @giraffeter (BigTimeTay)

"Come sit with us," Tay says with a warm, disarming smile. "I'm sure your friend won't mind." Big glances over at the table again. Ken is still busily chatting up the leggy Australian tourists they'd met earlier. "Come on, we don't bite,” Tay says. “Or I don't, anyway, but I can't make any promises for Time." Big can't think of a reason not to, and Tay is already walking ahead of him through the crowd. It would be rude not to follow him. ~ Tay and Time run into Big on his night off. Kinn may not want to play with his own toys, but he's never told them they couldn't help themselves.

Pete the hand-me-down by Anonymous (MacauPete, VegasPete)

From the kinkmeme prompt: Macau adores Pete as a guardian and new, second, safe and loving brotherdad, but he also unconsciously assumes Pete is his the way all of Vegas's things are his because Vegas shares everything with him because it was just them against the world for so long. So he unconsciously assumes he's going to age into being Pete's second boyfriend/pet owner. It's just logical to him. And maybe it's perfectly logical to Pete too.

but of you there ain't many. (E rated) by @evashougouki (VegasPorsche)

Vegas sits up and glares at Porsche, the neon lights of the bar casting harsh shadows under his cheekbones and eyes. He must have lost weight in the hospital— it makes him look gaunt. Still, when he sizes him up with those sharp eyes, Porsche feels small. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Vegas asks acidly, the last word practically dripping with venom, “And you’re buying drinks for random men at a random bar?” Vegas takes the drink, and Porsche pulls a chair up next to him. Porsche thinks that maybe they should ignore each other. Go home. They don’t. The bartender looks away and pretends he isn’t listening, but Porsche knows from experience that he likely is. Getting to hear random gossip and fights was one of the best parts of the job, as long as you’re not too obvious about it. “You have a boyfriend too, and you’re just accepting drinks from a random man at a random bar,” Porsche points out.

Like a Starless Lover (E rated) by williamshooketh (BigChan, BigKinn, BigGun, BigKorn)

Big, the men who aren't Kinn, and the mistakes he makes with them.

Gen Fic

ad infinitum. (T rated) by @adanima (Macau-centric)

Sometimes, Macau hates Vegas. Then he hates his father. Then he hates himself. "Maybe you’re scared I’ll do better than you. Maybe Pa will make me heir instead.” Vegas stares at him, fists clenched. A harsh breath comes out before he leaves Macau’s room. Seconds later, the crash of something shattering onto the floor rings through the halls. Macau screws his eyes shut.

welcome to the playground (M rated) by @tumsa (Ken-centric)

Ken gets hired as a bodyguard for the Theerapanyakul family.

reignite (T rated) by @lu-sn (Nampueng-centric)

Namphueng has been endlessly dreaming. She can only tell because for the first time in years, she might finally be awake.

[unholyverse]

awsten knight in kerrang! issue #1654

(full text under the cut)

THE ULTIMATE ROCKSTAR TEST

AWSTEN KNIGHT WATERPARKS

HOW DO YOU BECOME HEIR-APPARENT TO POP-PUNK'S THRONE? EAT CIGARETTES AND BREAK YOUR FEET…

ON ROCK'N'ROLL…

YOUR ALBUM'S CALLED DOUBLE DARE. WHAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING YOU'VE EVER DONE FOR A DARE?

"One time I lit my pants on fire. I was sitting on the couch with my friend, playing with matches, and he said, 'I bet you won't set your pants on fire.' I said, 'Fuck you', and I did it. We freaked out because the flames were getting really big, so he went and got a wet towel and squeezed it out over my pants. Another time I ate a cigarette in a graveyard while we were out there playing with a Ouija board.""

WHAT'S THE MOST OUT-OF-CONTROL SHOW YOU'VE EVER PLAYED?

"Back when we used to play just locally in Houston, we used to play a lot of small places. They were the sort of places where there was no security and no barricades, and a lot of the time people would basically be on the stage. They'd be stepping on pedal boards and stuff, so there were times when we had to ask them to please step off our equipment. It was all good fun."

HAVE YOU BEEN INJURED BECAUSE OF THE BAND?

"We saw this setting we wanted to take some new pictures by. Basically, we had to do some trespassing to get to the spot, and there was a 15-foot fence. When I jumped off it I landed very wrong and busted up both my feet. I don't remember what it's called, but there's this thing that connects the front and back of your feet, and I tore both of them."

We presume you mean tendons, but it could have been your socks.

FAILS AND F UPS…

WHAT'S THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING TO HAPPEN TO YOU ONSTAGE?

"I don't really get embarrassed, and if I do fuck something up it's usually on purpose, whether that's singing a part in a weird, goofy way or anything else. I can't even recall falling over onstage. There was one time I nearly went off a 10-foot stage at a House Of Blues venue somewhere. I was spinning round and went right to the edge, but I didn't die, so that's good."

WHAT'S THE WORST SONG YOU'VE EVER WRITTEN?

"I've written plenty of bad songs, but with Waterparks I'd say Bones Of '92 or Easter Egg. I just don't like Bones Of '92—it's not a very good song. With Easter Egg, it doesn't flow well and it doesn't make sense."

Did you hear that, everyone? No Easter eggs for Awsten this year…

LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS…

WHAT'S BEEN YOUR WEIRDEST-EVER FAN ENCOUNTER?

"There have been so many weird ones, but the one that made me feel the weirdest was when a mom came up and asked me to take a picture with her daughter. The girl was crying but I thought, 'Okay - sometimes people cry when they meet the bands they like. Then the mother said, 'She's sad because one of her best friends just died. Now take a picture with her, smile.' I was like, 'What the fuck is happening?" I was trying to talk to the daughter, the mom was oblivious and it was just the most awkward situation I've ever been in."

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE STARSTRUCK?

"The time I went to Pete Wentz's house. He was having us on his radio show for an interview and I couldn't believe I was there. He brought us out water in boxes, which was really weird. I was just sitting there going, "What the fuck, I'm at Pete Wentz's house!" It was nuts."

Water in boxes, eh? How the other half live…

ON THE HYPOTHETICAL…

GOOD CHARLOTTE ASK YOU TO GUEST ON A SONG, BUT WHAT THEY PLAY YOU IS SHIT. DO YOU TELL THEM?

"I would, but I'd definitely still do it. It might have been shitty on purpose, and if that was the case I could go and be shitty on purpose and get with that vibe. That could be really funny"

WOULD YOU RATHER BE ABLE TO SPEAK TO ANIMALS OR SPEAK EVERY HUMAN LANGUAGE FLUENTLY?

"Animals, easy. I talk to enough people as it is, and I love animals. I went to a pet adoption thing a couple of days ago and there was this dog looking at me. I felt like he loved me more than any human had ever loved me and he'd only just met me. If I could hear the love that he was expressing I would be completely fulfilled."

Get a dog-translator app-there probably is one now. Then feel the love…

SPIRITUAL HEADMELTER…

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

"Yes, I do. I told you I ate that cigarette when I was in a graveyard with a Ouija board, and we used to do that a lot. We'd seek out haunted places a couple of times a week. I had to stop because I got too freaked out. It's really fun to do all that but then when you're alone afterwards, that fucking sucks."

Imagine how the ghosts feel when you leave…

"I USED TO GO LOOKING FOR GHOSTS A COUPLE OF TIMES A WEEK" - AWSTEN KNIGHT

WORDS: PAUL TRAVERS PHOTO: ANDREW STUART

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Day Fifteen - Candles @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 659 words

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The curry shop they decided on was a little eatery tucked between a dry cleaners and a pharmacy. From the outside, it looked quaint and comfortable with a curved red awning over the entrance and hand-painted white flowers on the door. Inside, there was a stunning burgundy and gold colour scheme with a modern, glass chandelier that resembled a hundred little pieces of paper hanging from black stakes. Every table held lit candles and each place setting was elegantly set with a wine glass, water glass, folded cloth napkin, and silverware.

Marlene whistled low, so only Lily could hear it. “Wow, this place is posh.”

Lily nodded, eyes wide with surprise as she approached the host stand. As she requested a table for the group, Marlene slipped past Pandora to elbow James. His smirk told her everything that she needed to know.

“You picked this place on purpose, didn’t you?” she said, narrowing her eyes.

Regulus leaned past James and whispered, “He asked which of the curry places nearby was the most expensive. This one is deceptively simple from the outside, but it’s the best one I’ve found in SoHo.”

“Modest on the outside, lush on the inside. Just like me,” James said, biting the inside of his cheek hard to hold back laughter.

His boyfriend looked him over from top to bottom and scoffed, “Modest is the last word I would use to describe you. If anything, you’re overconfident.”

As the couple continued their weird flirting, Marlene checked her mobile again. She had three texts from Sirius and two from Pete. After Pandora sent Dorcas that last photo, she was hoping to receive a text herself. If Dorcas was that concerned about her, Marlene was happy to assuage her worries directly.

I know better. Dorcas doesn’t crawl for anyone, even me.

There was a time when Marlene held enough value for Dorcas to be worth her effort. She left London hoping that Dorcas would miss her. That one day, she’d find a text or voicemail on her phone from the woman that she pedestalled like the Venus she was for an entire year. It never happened.

“This way, please,” the host said. The older, West Asian man led the way to a large booth along the front windows. As they settled into their seats, he handed out menus and collected drink orders. When he finally reached Marlene, his eyes bugged wide. “Oh! Are you well, my dear?”

Marlene winced. She’d almost forgotten how bruised her face was after the “incident” this morning. “Yes, just a small mishap with a door.”

“May I bring you anything?” he asked, quickly returning to his professional demeanour.

“Beer? Vodka? Whatever you have with alcohol in it.”

The man nodded, then rushed away from the table. Marlene hoped that she hadn’t spooked the bloke. Peter told her often enough that she could be “off-putting” and “abrasive” when she was in pain.

“It’s not that bad,” Pandora said. “Your bruising is a lovely shade of purple now. It suits your skin tone beautifully.”

Marlene huffed a laugh. “Yeah, that’s why I always have them. Bruises are my favourite accessory.”

“I thought you preferred to hide your bruises.” Dorcas’s voice raised goosebumps on her skin as she walked toward their table. She was stunning in a deep purple pantsuit with a matching rosette tie at her throat. Overdressed as usual, Dorcas was a vision of loveliness.

“Depends how good the story is behind the bruise, and if I’m willing to tell it,” Marlene replied smoothly. Never was she more grateful for her mouth running faster than her mind.

Dorcas quirked an eyebrow at her as she slid into the only open seat left, directly across from Marlene. That had to be intentional too. These twats were clearly determined to see a row before she left. The host reappeared and handed Dorcas a menu.

“What about scars?” Dorcas asked quietly, thumbing through the menu. “Still hiding those too?”

“Only the internal ones.”

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