#spidaeyaunt

[notimminent]

Patrons: Oh, your menorah hat, how many candles are on it?

Me: 9

Patrons: Oh, so you do know what it actually is! 

Me: Of course I know. After all, I am

[mtchstck-a]

spidaeyaunt replied to your post “u guys remember when ppl were regularly discoursing abt how...”

imagine hating elementary over a show that had a racist actor and a shriveled up prune? yikes

m*ffat vc: yeah sherl.ock is the smartest and most special boy who is never wrong ever and he’s cold and callous and mean for no reason lmao! [takes sip of his Hating Women juice] both actors look like something you’d find under a bus and for some reason, people find them attractive and compelling so we’re gonna make fun of the fans on screen :) did i mention the villain is scary bc he’s a gay stereotype?

the elementary writers, who have been nailing it since before the first shot in a way thats modern AND faithful to the source material and fun to watch: [ Can’t Fucking Relate ]

[geneticmisfit]

spidaeyaunt replied to your post: Peter tends to be a lot more animated when he’s in...

‘he’s a new yorker’ finally someone is calling us out for the clowns we are

Hjönk.

[smallvxlle]

may vc: can you please tell superman, NOT BRUCE WAYNE, YUCK, that i love him? thanks.

               “CLARK KENT, DAILY Planet. Do you have any comments about how I can tell the same man one thing and not tell him that same thing?” 

[moralstood]

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“aunt may!” you start, almost embracing her in a hug that is entirely too much. it only lasts a moment before you remember to let go and you clear your throat, cheeks burning a dark shade of red as eyes drop. “i mean... may. hello may.” perhaps you’d heard too many stories from peter and had formed some kind of bond with her already in your mind. “sorry. uh- kara.” hand extends, “peter’s told me all about you. it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

[spidaeyaunt-movedd]

scarjo please shut up challenge

[unexceptional-broken]

( @spidaeyaunt​ ) « nurse becky is on the job !

               “MISSUS PARKER, PLEASE sit down, already.” She had been trying to guide the woman into a seat for the last ten minutes, but something kept coming up, and May Parker was a force of nature. “Please. You’ve got a big cut and it needs to be cleaned. — For the love of god.” She cursed when yet another person walked in and cut Spiderman’s.... who was she to him? His mom? Best friend? Neighbor? Becky wasn’t sure, but she had been in the building when she’d been swung in and he had told everyone under no uncertain conditions that if she wasn’t watched after like she was the Pope himself, there would be arachnid hell to pay. 

“If you don’t sit down, I’m going to tie you down,�� she finally said. “Now scooch! I want to clean you up.” 

[devilsdare-arc]

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode | accepting

(37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?)

of the two, definitely honor—though more internally than how he’s perceived by outsiders. he certainly cares about his honor in the eyes of observers and how he’s seen, and tries to defend himself when possible, but there’s also times where he’ll definitely lean into people’s assumptions (and fears) about him for benefit in the moment (i.e. just going with everyone thinking he was the one who decapitated anatoly ranskahov when it was clear that gave him leverage.)

his honor in the sense of his own principles matters very deeply to him—in large part because he does genuinely believe in them, but also because he needs them to feel like there’s any part of him that’s still good. he knows that frank is right that there’s no going back once he crosses his moral line—he knows that if he compromises once, if there’s ever circumstances bad enough that he has to break his moral code, he could easily do it again, and again and again and again—and if he goes down that path then someday he’s going to wake up as everything he hates, and worse, by the time he gets there he might not even care.

compared to that, his status doesn’t mean very much to him at all. he likes what he has, but he’s quick to abandon all of it if he thinks it’s what he has to do to do what’s right.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for @spidaeyaunt : I'd like to send spidaeyaunt a positivity note! –– I have been lucky to have come across a blog from Besa years ago, and even luckier when we started talking and writing. In those years, she has spread positivity, awareness and the importance of self care on her blogs, and this website truly needs a blog / blogs like hers. I smile whenever she interacts with me, as she is such a force of joy and light and positivity. Wherever she takes her brilliant blogs, I will surely follow. ❤️💕

[mxpotts]

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      “the rules of lunch date still stands. no outside calls unless it’s an emergency. phone is to be left on the table.” she placed her own phone near the salt and pepper shaker. “no work talk unless it’s a funny story that involves laughter. no work, no stress. just us and these plates of pasta and breadsticks we are going to devour.” 

[flyingupward-a]

spidaeyaunt liked your post “important differences for julia’s mainverse: she didn’t drop out of...”

the queen of canon divergence liked my post i feel so validated T.T

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im going to bed but baby !!!!!!!!!!! a princess !!!!!!

[devilsdare-arc]

❝ you hit your head, stay down. ❞  

whump starters. | accepting

There’s hands on his arms, pushing him down as he struggles through vertigo and the familiar ache of bruised—everything to find his way upright—strong hands, familiar hands, grounding even as he quickly realizes his equilibrium is completely shot, given the way everything everything lurches around him without any sign he’s actually falling sideways from several stories up like his inner ear seems to think. He can’t make out a heartbeat through the fierce ringing in his ears, but that’s undoubtedly May Parker’s voice, her hands, her perfume, never quite too overwhelming, even now when everything is loud and close and too much—somehow she always gets it right.

Matt lets himself fall backward onto the—bed? Sofa? There’s something soft beneath him and that’s good enough—and gropes at his face to find his mask gone, his hair around his left temple plastered to his forehead with blood. Did she find him like this, or take his mask off while he was unconscious? He must have been unconscious, because he definitely wasn’t here the last he remembers—but he definitely wasn’t hitting his head the last he remembers, either. Even gearing up for the night is a blur, a vague memory of following the sound of Turk Barrett’s busted muffler and the very illegal Hammer hardware rattling in his trunk across the river—and then nothing. Everything after slips through his fingers like sand.

Either way, May’s���she’s probably going to have questions, the usual questions, that it always takes far too much time to answer. Time he probably doesn’t have, depending on how exactly he ended up bleeding on her bed-sofa-whatever.

“I can’t—I can’t stay here. You’re—your family—” Claire, Claire hadn’t had children in her apartment, this is different. Peter and Stella can’t get caught up in whatever shit he’s brought down on himself. If Turk’s buyer, or anyone else, knows where he is—he has to get out, and fast, probable concussion and whatever else be damned. “—I’m putting you in danger.”

[chokethelight]

spidaeyaunt  replied to your post  “SB: Ben Parker! Parker: Who???”

may vc: the love of my life you heathen

“Again, who are you talking about?”

[fractalmind]

get yourself beautiful tumblr folk like @spidaeyaunt who make this place a whole lot better and brighter. i love. so much. FRICK

[naturetorn]

“It’s often we don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone.”

game night prompts  \  @spidaeyaunt  -  accepting, mutuals only

                  there’s a light hum of agreement from her,  thoughts already racing a million different directions as she thinks of all the things she has either lost or was forced to let go.  nostalgia is not a sentiment ivy indulges very often,  if at all,  but there’s no denying how noticeable it is when something that should be there,  close by,  simply   —  isn’t.

“  we can’t hold onto everything,  I suppose.  ”