#KICKIES MY FUCKING FEET!!!

[toomuchdickfort]

OK YELLS I FORGOR THERES A EPILOGUE PRTY NOW EHE

[qeyond]

I strongly support all of these "Death Note characters as animals" posts and they're so well done!! but the lack of bobtail representation is very u_u

Making B an American Bobtail so he can go crazy stupid, yell forever, be incredibly hardy, built like a tower, and be completely bone-less on the floor at any given point.

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

she said the shirt's nice. did you tell her i dressed you. HONEY. there's so many ways to deliver a line like that and every single fucking one of them makes me want to tear my hair out and pull an edvard munch thEy aRE sO gOoD toGEthEr this is going to hurt worse than a fucking wax

[invinciblerodent]

I could play. I could play.

I could also just stare at my girl gayly and keep making my digital scrapbook of her excellent, adorable little faces, and honestly what's the difference at this point.

[tenndo]

THE NEW HIRANO TO KAGIURA CHAPTER HELLOO????????????? WHAT THE FUSNVLDLLD

[mag171]

god i love my cat so fucking much

[cacodaemonia]

[image source]

I finished watching Good Omens season 2 yesterday but my favorite part is still probably Crowley nerding the fuck out over MAKING THE GODDAMN PILLARS OF GODDAMN CREATION. Y'all, the noise I made when I saw that lovely, lumpy shape. It was unholy.

The Pillars of Creation are a stellar nursery, where new stars are born, and the 'structure' is located within the Eagle Nebula, which is in turn within the Serpens constellation. For a sense of scale, they're about five light years 'tall.' That means it takes light, which travels at approximately 300,000 kilometres per second (186,000 miles per second), five years to go from one end to the other.

The images above don't exactly match what the pillars look like now, which is honestly perfect because the clouds of interstellar gas shift and change over time.

[image from the Hubble Space Telescope, 2014]

[near-infrared image from the James Webb Space Telescope, 2022]

Anyway, I love that Crowley is so *chinhands kicky feet* about astronomy and cosmology, and that he made just about the prettiest thing we know of in the universe! :D

[mayalaen]

Fargo 5x09 Spoilers

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"Daddy, I'm scared"

Okay but how am I supposed to be normal about that now?!

And the screaming. The begging. The crying. The flailing on the floor with kicky feets. Still thinking dad's gonna care about him. The last soft little "dad?"

I mean huge bonus for me because I no longer have to guess at what Joe sounds like when he's doing all these things so thank you Joe!!

But also fuck you Joe because now I wanna write a shit-ton of Roy torture and a whole fucking crossover with ST where they take Gator, deprogram him (because that stupid little prick STILL doesn't get it) and show him how to be a person and...

My discipline obsession is leaking out all over the floor help. Because he's a little prick but he never had a chance to not be a prick and a good dom would make sure he gets fixed right up even if they gotta keep him on a leash for a while.

🫠

[aprillikesthings]

TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA

s1 ep7 let's do this

note: it's 9:14pm let's see how long a single episode takes me ahaha

Y'know, I was going to make a joke about how this is so my aesthetic it's painful, but interestingly enough the colors shifted wildly between my screenshot and adding it to the post. Have they been doing this the whole time and I hadn't noticed??? In Netflix it looks far closer to periwinkle??? fascinating

It's always been a little odd to me that nobody carries ANYTHING (other than magical swords I guess) in this show. And I get why (too much of a pain to animate) but it does mean they have to just sleep on the ground without a blanket or pillow or anything.

Meanwhile I can't even leave my house without at least a messenger bag

I ALWAYS WONDER THIS

okay so I forgot about Mystacor being the place all the sorcerers hang out and it's also mystical vacation land

SIDE NOTE a small thing that frustrates me is how little the animators agree on Glimmer's body size/shape. She's intended to be chubby (and not in an hourglass-y way) but it feels like a lot of the animators just refused to do it. There's a lot of scenes where she looks closer to my size, and I wear a small/medium in American clothes. Harrumph.

I was just about to make a joke about how Adora is gonna struggle to relax

Like gooey stuff in Miyazaki/Ghibli movies, but with a much lower budget

I can't find a gif but you know what I mean

Listen. I know I'm literally here for the gay. I know the show was made by people familiar with fandom, who put all that subtext in there on purpose and knew we'd read into it. But I still did a little kicky-feet wiggle thing when Catra's eyes widened at the mention of Adora's name.

TBH I think this is actually why I keep falling for animated media. You always know that whatever is on the screen was done on purpose.

Like, this shot from Arcane:

This is right after Vi sees Caitlyn visibly flirting with another woman; earlier Vi had asked Caitlyn "men or women?" and Caitlyn had wiggled out of the question.

So Vi's face here does an "Ah, so women it is then. NICE. Shit, I might have a chance." in like, a second and a half.

And it was all very intentional!! The people at Fortiche animation have SAID this. We're supposed to read it that way!!

I dunno. Maybe I'm still just traumatized from my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom. Are we supposed to read it as romantic or not? Because so many shots seemed full of intentional subtext (and I'm not even getting into TJLC shit, just stuff we ALL NOTICED after THE FIRST SEASON, even fucking normies noticed it) and then the showrunners spent the next few years telling us we were just imagining it.

Whereas if Caitlyn looks at Vi's lips before looking back up at her eyes, and we read into that, it's because we were supposed to. If Catra looks worried about Adora after Shadow Weaver mentions her, that's on purpose.

UGH.

Anyway.

Catra (trying to sound bored): sooooo gotta go find Adora again, got it Shadow Weaver: Nuh-uh. You get to just stand outside as guard, because you're a worthless piece of shit. [Unspoken: And also so Hordak doesn't know I'm disobeying him. :) ] Shadow Weaver: *creates a ginormous monster* Catra: yikes Shadow Weaver: GTFO OR GET HIT

Glimmer keeps trying to get out things like the tour and the eclipse ceremony and it's like your Auntie is right GIRL YOU CAN PUT UP WITH IT FOR ONCE it's all new to Adora c'mon

sorry I just get excited when they make places look a bit like medieval cathedrals

Side note did you know that, at least in England that I'm aware of, none of those medieval cathedrals have foundations. None. None of them. There's one in England that's built over a GRAVEL FILLED LAKE and if the water level gets too low the place is just gonna collapse. (They have fancy water gauges and plans for diverting water if necessary.) Anyway that's part of why so many of them charge admission for non-religious stuff. Keeping those 800-year-old super tall stone and glass buildings with NO FOUNDATIONS standing up is hella expensive. D:

Here's the twitter thread where I learned some of this information, btw

NOPE.

Anyway this is why part of the plot of my fic is related to how Adora and Catra have never had a healthy model for any kind of relationship, family or otherwise.

Oh I forgot Shadow Weaver's previous name. Anyway I still think her and Castaspella were together at some point

Adora's expression here ahahaha

Adora has ADHD but I already said that lol, and yeah I love the beach and I still need something to *do* even if it's just endlessly walking back and forth

also how does a floating island have a beach? anyway (edit: they're clouds that SOUND like water)

Yes this moment gets ruined immediately but I love it when they throw a bone to other ships, okay

YES???? DUH

also I get that they did the top on Bow so they didn't have to draw nipples and make him the only one that's topless but also we can imagine it's covering top surgery scars, trans!Bow headcanons are always winning

"So, mom stuff?" "No, commanding officer stuff. ...And mom stuff."

'cause yeah that's not awful or anything

but also now I'm imagining Shadow Weaver trying to explain periods

AAHGHHG Bow is the best. "sounds like she did a number on you. But you're away from her now. Did you want to do something else? Maybe find something to hit??" he's trying so hard to be supportive

The fact that Shadow Weaver knows how to make that monster have Catra's voice, and that she knew that was Adora's weak spot...

And this is in Hordak's, saying basically "the entire rebellion will end up dead and it'll be your fault :)"

Shadow Weaver knows exactly how to psychologically torture Adora.

Okay so Castaspella says She-Ra destroyed "a thousand years of sacred writings" and I'm just like...okay that implies Etheria has an actual religion??

And yeah that's definitely still Shadow Weaver

Also I watched the screenshot change color as I posted it. Gyahhhh.

A mutual pointed out in her live-tweeting of s5 that you could write an entire essay on the meaning of face-touching in this show. It's the one thing Shadow Weaver ever seems to do to intentionally imply affection/caring, but she only ever does it with manipulative, cruel intent, and there are multiple times I think that both Adora and Catra lean into it (even if only for a second) out of hope/relief.

(something something about baby monkeys clinging to dolls that shock them rather than have no mother at all)

(don't look up that experiment if you don't know what I'm talking about as it's incredibly upsetting, but the gist is that children will seek affection from a parental figure when hurt, even if said parent is the one hurting them, because seeking out a parent/caregiver when hurt is instinctual to infants and children. And if knowing that explains any part of your childhood I am so, so sorry)

Yeah that's straight out of the Standard Abuser's Guidebook

"Nobody cares about you or loves you or understands you the way I do. You're just like me, not them."

More face-touching!!

oh I don't like the implications here at ALL

[EDIT: she wasn't actually going to do that. She just wants Adora under her thumb to control her. it's the kind of bullshit abusers promise the moment they think you might leave. "I'll be better this time!"]

I'm not screen-shotting Adora's little speech of triumph but oh man it's GREAT and cathartic to watch

"Adora, enough of this. Come home." ....didn't Catra use nearly those words exactly

Yeah I'm glad they included that line

Bow: I'm so sorry we didn't believe you :( Adora: No, that's what Shadow Weaver does--manipulates people and pushes them apart

That's some nice awareness

And then yeah we get a moment of Catra scheming.

OKAY it's 10:44pm. Hour and a half! For twenty minutes of TV! But to be fair I did make/eat toast and play with the cat (he walked in and then jumped into the laundry basket, of course I had to parade around the house with him in there).

11:24pm: shit this post has been sitting here for half an hour bc I was actually writing on the fic lolol

[trollbreak]

Kickies my fucking feet btw I fucking love sorting shit do y’all even know

If you don’t have a ship with me and either I know your character or can read abt them, u can toss a guy at one of my guys and I’ll chart what I can see them becoming too :3

[milo-is-rambling]

Love when I stretch my legs and I have to do the kicky feet at the same time like oh yeah that’s right baby kicky feet long leg stretch after you roll over in bed all comfy fuck yeah

[superbattrash]

I didn’t (don’t) wanna jinx it but like. I’m, what, 2500 words away from having written 50k this month??

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Top 5 Klaine hugs

FUCK THIS WAS A LOT HARDER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SO LET IT BE KNOWN I AM RATING THE HUGS THEMSELVES AND NOT THE STORY TIED TO THEM SO

5. The Box Scene

This shit right here is what Christmas is ALL FUCKING ABOUT OKAY??? Kurts excitement?? Blaine’s contentedness with Kurt’s reaction. This fucker looks SO happy just to be in the arms of the one he loves and fuck I have to lie down (I am already lying down but EMOTIONALLY SPEAKING)

This hug radiates pure joy and I’m here for it (however…. A bitch is a slut for angst)

4. Purple Piano Project

PLEASE THE WAY KURT LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO BLAINE’S ARMS?? I can feel the warmth of this hug radiating through my screen everytime i watch this scene. It’s a very special kind of hug, I think. Just joy and excitement of something still relatively new?? It’s adorable and k actually got kicky feet writing this omg aksjakdjsk

3. The New Rachel

SO MANGO EMOTIONS!!!!!

It goes from “you fucking little shit” “yeeeaaaah I’m a little shit” to “this is my best friend” to “fuck. I’m gonna miss this.” SO FAST AND IN SO LITTLE TIME! THE ABSOLUTE RANGE OF THIS HUG!!!

2. Tested

hooooooooOOOOOOooOoOoOooooOoooOOOOOOOOOIOOOOIIO BOIIIIII

It’s Blaine’s thumb for me and I might actually cry hooooooly shit my man Billy Joel says leave a tender moment alone and this is as tender as shit gets so imma peace out here

1. Born This Way

*one short, incredibly loud scream*

BLAINE REALLY FUCKIN MAKES THIS HIG RIGHT THE FUCK HERE!! This fucker just realized he was in love with his best friend like two weeks ago??? And now he’s leaving??

I love this so much because I think Blaine is an All In type of motherfucker when it comes to his feelings and it shows so clearly here. He is literally gripping Kurt so tightly he’s afraid to let go because although he hasn’t said it yet, he knows he loves Kurt. That’s mfer has known since Blackbird—maybe even before—and now he’s holding Kurt like a question and Kurt knows that and replies with the fuCKING ICONIC “I’m never saying goodbye to you” LIKE GOD FUCK THE ROMANCE OF IT ALL ITS GOT EVERYTHING!! KILL ME!!!

Anywho, thanks for this ask!!! This was a blast and gave me so much serotonin that my migraine went away so thank you!!

[csykora]

hello! Soviet players are available for gowns, you say? so, could you find gowns for Valeri Kharlamov, Vladimir Petrov, and Boris Mikhailov? (if it helps at all, I associate my favorites with colors; Kharlamov with green, Petrov with red, and Mikhailov with black.) you have a lovely day!

What a sweet idea to do them together, thank you!

[Right to left: Valeri, Boris, and Vladimir giggling together in their first season, via russia-hockey.ru]

[Absolute unit Vladimir, Valeri getting his groove on, and Boris, who looks like your college roommate’s new boyfriend.]

[In order: Valeri, Vladimir, and Boris. There’s something truly timeless about seeing players perch on the boards and do the kicky feet, like little kids.]

“Their style was to stun, to crush, to confuse the opponent in a crazy roundabout way, to make them panic…They melted the ice with their speed and pressure.” --Vladislav Tretiak

This is going to be the style I’m shooting for here:

Boris Mikhailov

Looking at candid photos of Mikhailov, I feel like you can understand why this guy was everybody’s captain. He looks like your friend who’s so much funnier than you that every conversation goes off the rails and you never manage to point out that he’s also so much smarter than you.

Talking about stunning, confusing, and roundabout, I would love this 1939 silk dress by Charles James, which has sharp shoulders, long slim sleeves, and a comparatively loose draped shawl collar that’s gathered in at the waist and then falls into a clinging and billowing skirt. The strange gunmetal shine comes partly from the whole dress being cut on the bias, with the skirt cut as a single figure-eight shaped piece that is wound around the legs and pieced together again.

Vladimir Petrov

Photos of Petrov, meanwhile, make you understand why his lineys basically had two options: indulge him in whatever he wanted, or try to say no, get wrecked, and still give him whatever he wanted. 

I’m going with another James piece, the rust red ‘Swan’ gown from 1954. The sturdy bodice, which gives the impression of an armored breastplate, is built up with layers of sheer chiffon, wrapped and swagged over the skirt and then sweeping out behind. The color of each layer subtly shifts to give illusory depth (I promise if it doesn’t look red on the surface, somewhere inside it’s red, magenta, and green too). This thing stands up on its own, which is good because it weighs between twelve and eighteen pounds. I think it’s a delightful piece for Petrov, who could have settled for physically dominating the competition but decided to fuck them up intellectually as well.

Valeri Kharlamov 

This man could wear a sack, or this suede jacket, and you would still think, “I want to hear what he’s got to say.” 

So I’m going with a third James dress: this brilliant beetle green sheath dress with a gracious boatneck collar, strong waist, and modest midlength skirt, which is all cut from a softly textured fabric. This is a dress an empress could wear and everyone else might be in massive puffy gowns but you would still know who to gravitate around.

[riahpariah]

Okay I know Fjorester is shiny and pretty and newly canon and ripe for the disc horse but can I just go back to the creepy traveling statue circle? Because this is just PRIMO MATERIAL HERE for me as a DM and a DnD nerd in general and as a lover of CR so just bear with me.

What the shit is your beautiful brain Matt Mercer? A depiction of the "classic" DnD races standing around a seeker of truth, completing a circuit with their hands in an ever-stone ritual. First of all that's cool as shit. But then you step in the middle and make eye contact and BAM you get whatever knowledge you want for the low low price of 5 years? If I could've had that at 23 I fucking would've, like that's a sweet ass deal. And then afterward it DISAPPEARS because apparently it TRAVELS????? Why did it show up there? Why does it show up anywhere? What are the mechanics of this weird divination circle of DnD races?

My questions just keep going from there. Like why those races specifically? Human, Elf, Dwarf, Halfling, Gnome, Half Orc, and Goliath were there, iirc. No tieflings, despite them seeming fairly common in at least Wildemount, if not Tal'Dorei (which has its own weird racism problems). Speaking of which, no half-elf, only human and elf separately. If it included half elf and not goliath it would've been the 3e playable races, and I wonder what it says about Aeorians that those were the races chosen. Were they just the most common? I'm so intrigued.

And like....they answer one question absolutely truthfully? They give you the knowledge to fully answer your question, Jester got how many of their components they'd gathered, like it was a lot of info! And it cost her 5 years. That's a fair amount, especially when you're young, but your 20s are way overrated and tieflings can live quite a long time, and in addition she's an adventurer and that's not really a career with a high median survival rate so she's still way ahead. And it sucked those years away and then....

And then.... poof? It goes? Where? Is it randomly determined? Is it only in the vicinity of Eiselcross? Is it Aeorian at all, or even older? Does it jump to a place and then stay til it's found, or does it jump into the way of intrepid travelers who can be tempted? Or does it show up only to those fate-touched, those who need it and are powerful enough to catch its attention?

I just... want to lie down and do kicky feet and chinhands and listen to absolutely every detail Matt gives me about his world because it's just so good goddamnit

[im-a-star-boy]

Toe Socks

So it appears I may be confined to posting the crackhead fics that @fandomsumthing and I write. Enjoy this... thing.

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Summary: Miles gets an idea and Peter decides he will disown Miles until he repents for his sins.

Word Count: 2375

Date of Completion: Sunday, November 17th, 2019

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Proud would be an understatement for how Miles was feeling. Or had taken him an hour to get the measurements correct and another to sow it. Usually, Peter would be the one making the suits but this idea had just come to him and there was no time to ask Peter. After all, it was passed one am so he’d be asleep anyways. Probably.

Now, what was it that made Miles miss out on a full night's sleep? Toe socks on his spider suit. Of course, he made another suit altogether because he didn’t want to ruin the one Peter had fixed so many times. Since he had to remake the suit altogether, he didn’t add as much tech into it as he usually did. While he created the suit, he couldn’t help but wonder what Peter would think of his ingenious idea. He felt himself begin to laugh, as he realized he wouldn’t be getting any sleep whatsoever that night. Eh, it’d be worth it. By the time he finished the suit, he was nearly late to class. He put the new suit in his bag and sprinted to Horizon High. 

“Peter!” He called, seeing the ever-so-familiar red hoodie. 

Peter looked up and smiled as he saw his spider-bro. “Hey, Miles!” He called.

“Dude, I gotta show you something!” Miles said, his excitement showing through.

“Okay.” Peter was intrigued by his enthusiasm. Miles motioned him to follow and so he did. 

They were in Miles’ lab and Miles took off his bag and opened it. Peter watched as Miles took out his Spider suit.

“What’s so important about the suit?” Peter asked, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Look at the feet,” Miles said. Peter looked down at the feet and his smile disappeared. What replaced it was confusion then disgust mixed with fear.

“Miles,” Peter said, disappointment dripped from his voice. “I am going to walk out of this room for one minute, and when I walk back in, I expect that cursed object to be in the trash or on fire. Preferably both.” 

Miles laughed, not taking Peter’s threats seriously. But Peter soon turned and walked out of the room. Miles continued to laugh, progressively laughing harder. After the fated minute, Peter walked back in. “Miles get rid of it!” He shouted, giving the suit a disgusted look.

Miles continued to wheeze. “Peter- but- it’s great- oh my god I can’t I-” Miles trailed off, nearly falling over with laughter.

“Miles I swear to god I’m burning it,” Peter shouted, running to grab the suit.

As he reached for it, Miles grabbed it, holding it close to his chest, still laughing like a maniac. “Peter- how can you hate this?! It’s amazing!” He shouted.

“Miles I swear to god get RID of it!” 

Before the two could continue their argument, the warning bell rang, warning them that they had 5 minutes to get to class. “We’ve got patrol tonight. I expect that- that THING to be dead and gone by then.” Peter warned. Peter then stormed out, catching Anya’s attention. Miles walked out right after him, but Peter speeds up. 

“What’s up with him?” Anya asked as he caught up to Miles.

“He doesn’t understand true brilliance,” Miles said simply.

The whole day was spent with Peter glaring at Miles as a warning sign every chance he got. It didn’t go unnoticed by Anya and Gwen. Miles saw them, but he didn’t care. It had taken him hours to make that one suit and he’d be damned if he didn’t wear it at least once. Plus, Peter has done some pretty cursed things in and out of the suit, how was this any different?

The time rolled around to their patrol and Miles had got into the suit. It felt slightly weird a first, but it also felt freeing in a strange way. He swung to the building where he planned to meet Peter. “Hey, Spidey!” He greeted happily.

Peter simply crossed his arms and glared at him. “Is the suit destroyed?” He asked, his voice unusually stoic.

Miles grinned giddily under the mask. “Nope!” He shouted, wiggling his toes. 

Peter looked down to see Miles was actually wearing. How on God’s green earth is he wearing that cursed suit?! “Kid- I refuse to be seen with you while wearing that suit. You can either go change now, or I’ll never forgive you.” Peter replied, only half-joking.

“Come on, Spidey, it isn’t that bad!”

Peter simply replied with swinging away, leaving Miles alone on the rooftop. As Miles caught up and tried to get Peter to talk to him, Peter remained silent. Even as Miles began to poke fun at his and Harry’s relationship, bringing up more embarrassing moments.

There was the sound of bank alarms below them going off. They jumped down from the nearest building and ran to the scene. There were two small guys holding bags and buff guy holding a safe. 

Spider-Man took on the small guys first, getting them webbed to a wall in a matter of seconds. Kid Arachnid took on the bigger guy who was just refusing to go down.

“I could use your help Spidey!” Miles called from the man’s back, but quickly getting off as the man swatted at him.

“Get rid of the suit,” Peter said with his arms crossed.

“No!” Miles said jumping on top of the guy only to be flung off again.

“Then you can handle him by yourself.” Peter then leaned against a street light, his arms still crossed, and watched as Miles struggled. The guy didn’t have superpowers so he knew Miles could handle it by himself. If the guy did display any superpowers then he would leave Miles to tending with the small guys.

Miles knew deep down that Peter would never put him in a situation where he'd get hurt. But right now it really felt like Peter was betraying him. "REALLY FEELING LIKE YOU DONT LIKE ME MUCH ANYMORE."

After a massive power struggle, Miles managed to pin the man to the wall. Peter was watching him closely with his arms crossed, while Miles struggled to catch his breath. "Are you ever gonna get over this?" Miles asked. 

Peter just squinted, before turning and swinging away. Miles let out a heavy sigh, before swinging after him. "Come on man!" 

“Dude, we’re partners!” Miles whined when he finally reached Peter. Peter didn’t respond to him, getting Miles worried. “We are partners, aren’t we?”

“As long as you’re wearing or have that thing in your possession, no fucking way,” Peter said landing on a building.

“It’s just a suit! You’re overreacting!” Miles complained as he landed next to him.

“That is not a suit! That is monstrous! If you want to be Kid Arachnid then you’ll get rid of that thing!” Peter yelled.

Miles threw his hand on his chest dramatically. "You don't mean that!" He shouted. 

Peter stopped for a moment before making a so-so motion. "I refuse to make eye contact with you until that thing is gone," Peter said firmly. 

"You don't mean that. "

~~~One Week Later~~~

"DUDE IT'S BEEN A WEEK GET OVER IT." Miles screeched. 

"NEVER MORALES," Peter shouted back. 

Gwen and Anya watched the sight before them. It had been like this all week, and they've gone to both Miles and Peter to find out what the hell was going on. All they got out of Miles was, "Peter's refusing to accept brilliance when it slaps him in the face." And all they got out of Peter was an irritated, "he has dishonored his own name and I refuse to speak to him until he apologizes for the sin he has created." 

“AT LEAST LOOK AT ME!” Miles begged, trying to get in front of Peter. Peter faced a corner as he tried.

“NO,” Peter said firmly.

“I swear- I WILL CRAWL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS PARKER!” Miles screamed from behind him. Knowing the Miles was a hundred percent serious about, Peter covered his eyes. 

“I think we should call Harry,” Gwen whispered to Anya.

“Just Harry? How about the Avengers.” Anya said, taking out her phone and pressing Harry’s contact. They held the speaker away from them so Harry could hear what was going on. As soon as he picked up he was greater with screaming.

“TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT ME PARKER!” Miles yelled, trying to pull Peter’s hands off his face.

“GET YOUR GRUBBY BABY HANDS OFF OF ME MORALES,” Peter yelled back.

"Umm, what's happening?" Harry began, sounding confused. 

"We were hoping you could tell us that. Peter and Miles have been at each other's throats for the past week. Do you know what happened?" Anya asked. 

"This is the first I've heard about this, so no. I'll head over to try and smooth things out, are you guys at Horizon?" He asked. 

"Yeah. Thanks, Harry." Gwen sighed. 

"No problem. I'll be over there in a bit." 

The line went dead as Anya looked up in time to witness Peter throw Miles over his shoulder while screeching "YEET".

Miles screamed as he hit the floor before shouting, "PETER!" As the boy in question sprinted out of the room. 

He made a mad dash down the hallway, Miles following right behind him. Peter was so close to screaming because Miles could jump and grab him at any moment. 

“We should probably get them back into this room before a teacher or other student sees,” Gwen said.

“Yeah, we should.” Anya sighed and got ready to chase, but Miles ran back into the room screaming.

“HE TRIED TO TAZE ME!” He yelled, hiding behind a desk. Gwen and Anya stood ready to face Peter, but he didn’t come.

"He… he has a taser?" Gwen asked, surprised by the concept. 

"YEAH!" Miles screamed. 

Gwen and Anya shared a confused look. "Believe me, Peter won't be chasing me." Miles scowled. 

"What did you do to him." Anya snapped. 

"YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!" Miles cried out. 

“PUT ME DOWN, THEOPOLIS.” The three heard from outside the door.  “I WILL TAZE YOU!” 

“No, you won’t. Hey, could someone open the door?” Harry called from outside. Gwen opened the door to Harry with Peter slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Peter was slapping Harry’s back, enough to sting but not bruise.

Anya watched in amazement as Harry plopped down on the couch and held Peter close. Despite his angry… hissing, after a few moments, Peter went quiet. Still looking angry, but not kicking and hissing. "Okay. Care to enlighten me as to what happened?" Harry asked, still not releasing the angry spider. 

Peter made an irritated noise before saying, "Miles made something cursed." 

When Harry gave him a confused look, Peter whispered quietly to him what happened. Gwen and Anya just barely couldn't pick up what he said, when Harry replied. "Oooh, oh…"  Before making a face. "Hey, Gwen? Anya? Could you two leave for a moment? It's nothing important, just something we'd rather not broadcast, you know?" Harry asked. 

The two looked at each other, suddenly even more lost than before, but nodded. "Alright.. we'll go."

They left and as soon as the door shut, Harry began to laugh.”Miles, what the actual fuck?” Harry said once able to get out his laughter.

“It’s pure genius, thank you very much,” Miles said crossing his arms.

“I hope the Statue of Liberty throws her torch at that..that thing.” Peter hissed.

“Can I see it?” Harry asked. He was done right curious to see how cursed this suit was. 

“Gladly,” Miles said happily.

He brought out the suit and showed them. Harry cringed and began laughing. "Miles, as much as I want to take your side in this argument... I just can't. You have to admit that is cursed." He said, shaking his head. 

"It isn't though!" Miles defended, "Come on, we've made worse suits, Peter!"

"No, we haven't! This is where I draw the line!" Peter screeched, shooting up and almost headhunting Harry's jaw. 

"Come on Pete, as horrible as it is, you gotta forgive Miles. It's not good for your team dynamic." Harry sighed. 

Peter made a face. "I'm willing to if you get rid of that thing." Peter hissed. 

“Okay, but what if we got into a situation where we had to get you really angry to get back to yourself?” Miles said, trying desperately to keep the suit. 

“It won’t happen, now give it to me so I can burn it.” Peter held out his hand.

“Peter, no-“ Miles began.

“Give it here or I’ll out you as Kid Arachnid,” Peter said in a cold voice.

Miles gasped. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, bitch." Peter hissed. 

"Woah okay, language!" Harry shouted, putting his hand over Peter's mouth. 

When Peter licked his hand in an attempt to get Harry to move it, Harry seemed unfazed. He gave Peter a look. "Peter we've had sex and you honestly think licking my hand is gonna make me move?" Harry deadpanned. 

Miles flushed before shouting, "EW DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!"

Harry gave him a look. "Did that honestly come as a surprise to you?"

"CHANGE THE SUBJECT, PLEASE!" Miles screeched. 

Harry rolled his eyes. "Okay, well, Miles, please just cooperate with this," Harry begged lightly. 

Miles huffed, before turning around and throwing it in the trash can. "Happy?" He growled, looking unhappy. 

"Yes," Peter growled, pushing Harry's hand away. 

“Now will you talk to me?” Miles said, now hopeful.

“Starting with tomorrow. I gotta do something tonight.” Peter said, get up and take out the suit from the trash can. “It’s bonfire night.” 

Peter put the suit in his bag then left. Miles felt sadness in his soul as he watched his favorite suit leave, then he remembered. He still had the measurements. This time, however, he won’t let Peter see it. Harry watched as Miles pulled out his phone. "You're about to make that suit again, aren't you?" Harry asked. 

Miles looked up, startled by the fact he was still here. "Yeah.. don’t tell Peter."

Harry laughed and stood up. As he walked by, he tapped Miles' shoulder. "Friendly word of advice, make it pajamas."