#there is so much to be explored behind that superficial hurtle

[mikeisthricedeceased]

I had a whole spider-sona to pair up with Miguel, an arachnologist who brings together a group of fellow scientists to figure out what the fuck is going on with her after she’s bitten by a radioactive spider, and now I only want her to end up with the geneticist lady she’s working with who ends up as a Venom host

They have so much more chemistry and every situation I can think up between her and Miguel is just her taunting him or the two of them disagreeing about spider person stuff after she meets some of the others

As I learn more about Miguel, I’ve decided that he just needs people to roast him and tell him he’s wrong about some stuff

Also, I want them to meet Gabriel and Xina because I think they could have some fun conversations and brainstorm ways to get this guy to slow down and realize that he also doesn’t fit typical spider person plot beats and that being bitten by a spider brought in by the villains and inheriting a mantle is different from knowingly taking over the life of a different version of yourself and trying to obliterate a kid because you lost your extradimensional daughter

This is about ATSV Miguel, not any comic Miguel. It has become very clear to me that they are incredibly different

[freedomseeker91]

That Beca meeting Death post killed me. How does Beca end up back with death. I need context leading up to it!!!

Umm, I would imagine Beca reuses her time over to tell Chloe how she really feels, bringing about an end to several years of will they won’t they and culminating in them finally becoming a couple.

They would marry in a beautiful ceremony out on a ranch in Montana or Wyoming surrounded by nature and animals, because Beca knows how much her vet fiancée loves it. Just the two of them, no family or friends, Chloe’s idea, which honestly surprises Beca.

“Everything about our journey has been a shared memory with the Bella’s or our family. I want this to just be for us.”

They would Honeymoon in Europe, exploring all the cities and the history behind them.

They would move to Nashville, because NYC is too hectic for Beca’s more laid back attitude and Chloe doesn’t like how superficial LA feels (it also drums up insecurities for her because of Beca’s celebrity profile and feeling like she doesn’t fit into that world. Beca would obviously reassure her that it’s all bullshit. Chloe is her whole world and she fits perfectly).

They would eventually have two children, big brother Nathan and little sister Kaci who would both see the world before the age of 5 thanks to their mothers touring schedule.

Everything would be perfect. They would live a relaxed life away from the glare of the public eye, maintaining close contact with the other Bellas throughout the years and nurturing their family and their relationship with all the love in the world.

The end would arrive as was promised by Death. A late night stroll through town after dinner would see Chloe’s number about to be called.

Beca notices a drunk driver climbing into their car and taking off from the top of the street and turns to find her wife preparing to cross the road. Without a second of hesitation, Beca yanks Chloe’s arm and tugs her back, swinging them both around wildly so that their positions are switched.

She quickly leans in and kisses Chloe with everything she has, whispering one last ‘I love you’ before pushing her away. Chloe breathlessly watches on in a state of confusion at the Beca’s actions, until a car comes hurtling off the road onto the sidewalk, missing Chloe and taking Beca back to the place her journey began.

A once bewildered Death acknowledges Beca’s actions with one of great admiration and reassures her that she will be reunited with Chloe one day, but that that next time they were together, it would be forever.

[seasideopinions]

New Year, New Me?

The New Year always brings with it the heavy weight of expectations for the future and the burden of wounds from the past. It seems as though everyone indulges in some self introspection and soul searching come January 1st. Typically,this comes in the form of paragraph long Facebook posts and Instagram captions, some new hair cuts, and declarations of “new year, new me.” I, like the masses, am somewhat guilty of engaging in these superficial traditions. Which brings me to this post.

After a hefty holiday season, and saddled with high expectations for the upcoming months, I thought that the general public might need a little reminder to take care of themselves through it all.  And being a self centred millennial, I decided to do it by talking about the example I know best: me.

2016 was, as Kylie Jenner so eloquently put, “the year of just like, realizing stuff, you know?” Collectively we realized many things, such as the general ignorance of the American public (Trump supporters, we're looking at you), the beginning of a neo-coldwar relationship between Russia and ,well, everybody, and the level of atrocities required before the world pays any attention (Re: Syrian Refugee Crisis). Globally, we might all agree that 2016 may have been the beginning of the end; that maybe the Mayans were four years premature in their prediction. In 2016 we realized countless things, and personally I realized more than I thought was possible.

The past 12 months were tumultuous for me, at best. My resolution going into the new year last January was to get myself back to the gym and take care of my health in a way that I had been lacking. That lasted for about 4 months, during which time I lost 12 lbs, gained a lot of self confidence, and a much happier mindset. It seemed as though nothing could go wrong.

Unfortunately, right when things are going smoothly is when you're the most unprepared for a speed bump, and the shock of it can send you hurtling off the shoulder of the road. That's what happened to me when, after months of having everything under control, I suddenly found myself finished second semester, desperately looking for a job, and struggling to keep my head up in a sea of anxiety and depressive feelings. These issues are not new to me, however I was entirely surprised at their return, as things had been going so well. Fast forward through the summer months, past a grueling 40 hour a week job, a wrecked knee, and a therapist, all the way to September. Things were starting to get better for me. School was back in session, work was less demanding, and I seemed to be reaping the rewards of 2 months of counselling. But once again, things began to unravel. Work was exhausting, and I was dealing with health problems, including nasty side effects from a new medication that left me sick, tired, and unable to eat enough for five weeks. The next bout of medication I tried was very successful, and the weeks of drowsiness and nausea were behind me. The hospital trips and tests were over as things worked themselves out. But, with the stress of finals, work, and the holidays, the anxiety returned. Following a particularly nasty panic attack, I finally booked back in to see my therapist. During a conversation with my boyfriend, we decided that what I need to do in 2017 is focus on myself, and stop worrying so much about what I thought I should be doing. This lesson is something that everyone can benefit from.

During our 20s, it's very easy to get caught up in the idea of the perfect trajectory of our lives: Graduate in four years, move out, work a part time job, get a fancy internship during the summers, make connections and network, have a relationship, party on the weekends and go on Instagram worthy vacations because it's the best years of our life, dammit! It's totally, 100% unrealistic

I, like most students my age, spent the better part of 2016 working on everything except for myself.  I spent every weekend working this past semester and I took five 3000 level classes, all while ignoring my own health and well-being. I didn't spend time doing things that I enjoy, nor did I spend enough time with my friends. I was so busy that even when I had a day off of work and school, I felt obligated to do something productive, like go shopping, see a friend, or go on a date with my boyfriend. There were very few days this year, especially the second half, that I spent on myself.

To start off my year, the first thing I needed to do was make more time for myself. Between work and school, something had to go. Rather than stalling my education or quitting a job I love, I decided to simply slow down. I plan on taking three courses instead of five this semester, and then take two in the spring. Rather than sprinting from January to April, writing exams, and then working 40 or 50 hours a week from May until August, I plan on leisurely strolling through the first half of the year. My goal is to take the artificially created pressure off of myself. As students living in a world where housing, food, and education prices are all rising, and the job market is competitive, we're conditioned to believe that we should always be doing something more. Take more courses, work more hours, join more extracurriculars. This mindset can be so harmful,  because when we're constantly working towards something, we don't take the time to enjoy what we do have.

My second goal is to spend more time doing things that I enjoy. The value of time spent doing things simply for pleasure and not for work is entirely underestimated. I plan on honing my photography skills, playing the piano more often, learning how to play the guitar, reading more books, and writing more often. I want to try out new cafés, explore new areas of my city, learn to drive, and go on more day trips. All of these things are thought of as luxuries in this fast paced world we live in, but they shouldn't be. Taking the time to feed your passions and your creativity is so important to your happiness and sense of satisfaction in your life. If I was to ask each and every person reading this if there’s something they wished they had more time to do, I'm positive everyone would be able to list off at least one thing. This year take time to enjoy things that are valuable to you on a personal level, not on a financial or academic level.

My third goal for 2017 is to take control over my own health. This is about understanding that health encompasses the body and the mind working together, and that if one isn't in tip top shape, the other will suffer. As students, we rarely have the time to take care of our bodies or our minds, and many of us take their good condition for granted. However, like anything worth having, our health is worth working for. Personally, I need to workout for my mental health as well as my physical health. I need to be aware of what I'm putting into my body, from alcohol, to fast food, to nothing at all. I need to make sure to get enough sleep, get enough fresh air, and take my vitamins. I need to talk to my friends, my family, my doctor and my therapist when I'm not feeling my best. I need to act in a way that's  responsible and conducive  to all types of health: mental, physical, and social. My hope is that taking more time for myself will allow me to do these things naturally, without additional stress. I sincerely believe that by making your health your number one priority, everyone can lead a much happier life.

As 2017 begins, we know that the world around us is unpredictable. More celebrities will die, Trump will become the President of the United States, and the Kardashians will probably do something stupid. While we can't control any of that, what we can do is take care of ourselves. Not everybody has the luxuries that I do, and not everyone can do everything on this list. But in some way or another, I believe that by slowing down our lives, spending more time doing things that we love, and taking control of our health, we can all enjoy a happier and healthier New Year.