#Shutter

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: paranormal

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Hanging out with your brother

[moodboardmix]

Office Hut, Hawaii, United States,

Courtesy: Olson Kundig

[life-spire]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Shutter 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Peter and Pipsqueak.

Summary: a community class brings together all sorts.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

She enters the coffee shop. Barely. As she passes through, her bag catches around the door handle and it jars back her small body.

She giggles as she untangles herself and looks around in embarrassment. There's a few laughs at her expense but she's amused too. She bows as if it's a great show before she spins to find him watching.

She waves as she nears, then pushes up her large-framed glasses. She stops by the table and bounces on her skinny legs, "hi, Mr. Parker!"

He smiles. "You know, you can call me Peter."

"I know but you're so smart and you teach me so much. Mr. Parker sounds right."

He shakes his head, "um, so, can I get you a coffee?"

"I don't drink it or I bounce off the walls, but er, they have a lavender lemonade. It sounds yummy."

"Sure, I can do that," He stands. She makes him feel tall. "Why don't you save the table?"

"Oh, you're so nice!" She flutters then makes herself sit. Her excitement is barely contained in her jittering legs and twiddling fingers.

She hugs her knapsack in her lap as she turns to face the table and bobs her head. He goes to join the line. He might try a lemonade too, but the mango sounds better than flowers. He waits his turn, glancing back momentarily, nervous as his head spins. He doesn't know what to say. Just talk about the camera, bozo.

His inner dialogue is starting to sound a lot like Bucky. That guys a trip. Always grumbling about something. No wonder he can't get a date. Well, who is he to talk?

He takes the lemonades with a smile. He spins and nearly drops the cups. There's someone at the table. A large man with his hand on the back of her chair. He can't even see her. Just her pink and purple sneakers.

He nears and clears his throat. The man is taller than Peter. Well, Peter isn't very tall himself. And he's buff. Well, Peter puts in his time at the gym, too.

"Excuse me," Peter puts the cups down, "lemonade." He slides the purple one to her. She doesn't react. "He bugging you?"

"We're talking, junior," the man snarls. "She's going to give me her number."

She looks at Peter. He frowns. The guy seems like a bully. Probably thinks she's an easy target. Well, she's not his.

"Dude, look at her. She's not interested. Besides, she's with me and we're having a conversation so you need to go," Peter steps closer.

"I'm not asking you--"

"Look, I'm being nice. Go away," Peter narrows his eyes.

"You gonna make me?" The guy puffs up.

"If I gotta," Peter doesn't flinch. A broken nose won't be such a high price to keep her safe.

"Whatever," the guy snorts, "not worth it. She's a fucking dweeb anyway. Just wanted to split her in half--"

Peter swings without thinking. One in the gut, the next across the jaw. The guy stumbles back and hits another customer. She squeaks in surprise.

"Shit," Peter shakes out his hands. "I'm sorry, I wasn't--"

"Yikes!" She jumps up, "Mr. Parker!" She points at the large man as he grips his skull. "He's getting up."

She grabs onto Peter and tugs. She couldn't move him if she tried. He scoops up the drinks and follows her to the door. They sprint out and down the block. The whole time she giggles.

They finally stop as she gasps. She faces him. He has lemonade on his hands. She takes the purple one.

"Mm, lavender," she preens.

"I'm sorry about that, but he called you that and I just--"

"That's so sweet. No one ever stands up for me," she sways and slurs on her cup. "Or buys me lemonade."

"Yeah, well, I never done that for anyone either," he tastes his lemonade, too.

"You're so brave."

"Me?"

"Yes! That guy was huge! Like the abdominal-- abominable snowman," she corrects herself. She hums as she catches her breath. "Oh look!"

She points to a robin hopping in the grass. It's nothing special. You see it all the time, but her enthusiasm is awe-inspiring. "Mmm, mm," she taps him, "the camera!"

"Oh, yeah," he looks around, "hey, let's sit."

She follows him to the bench. They sit with their lemonades between them. He pulls her camera bag out of his large one. He opens the leather flap. The vintage style suggests it came with the camera.

"So, uh, it works. I had a spare lens and it's good to go." He explains. "And I fixed the strap."

She takes it and he catches the bag strap before it can knock over the cups. She rests it over her lap and slides out the camera. She leaves the bag on her thighs and he leans over to explain the buttons and shutter.

"Say cheese," she aims it at him. He gives a surprised grimace and she snaps his picture. She laughs. "That'll be a good one."

"Hey, no fair, you surprised me."

"Those are the best ones. The candid frames. You know, I love parks," she points the camera again and taps the button. "You see people just being people. With their dogs, or strollers, or just running with their headphones. They forget about the world, don't they?"

"I... I guess," he agrees with a shrug.

"Oh, this is so cool! Thank you, Mr. Parker," she hooks the strap around her neck and lets the camera hang. She looks at him, lashes batting behind thick lenses. Her eyes fall to his hand. He winces as she reaches for him. She clings to his hand as she digs inside her knapsack. "I got some antiseptic," she sprays his split knuckles and they sting. "When I ride my bike, it gets bumpy."

"Huh, thanks," he says as examines his hand further. Her expression turns serious.

"I'm sorry. Next time, I'll tell the meanie to go away on my own," she lets go of him gently. "I don't like people gettin' hurt because of me."

He cradles his hand in his other, "well, you know, it was worth it."

She laughs, "hm, maybe..." she turns and stares across the park. "But I'm not really, am I?"

He frowns, "who says?"

She swings her legs. She shrugs and makes herself smile. "I say." She gets up and grabs her lemonade, "I'm going to go get pictures of the trees."

[metrocentric]

SuPer Market

서울 / Seoul

[karina-re]

[2000ghosts]

october 28, 2008

[henricoudoux]

© Henri Coudoux

[awesomeart-83]

Just a reminder that a new Too Kyo Games is coming this year.

That means THL: LDA actually succeed in saving the company!!

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Appetite for love pt.23

[godzillawillsaveus]

Shutter (2004) dir. Banjong Pisanthanakun and Parkpoom Wongpoom

[transformersconfessions]

I don't know where the fandom got idea that Bumblebee is a child, but I especially don't understand where someone got the idea that he is related to any Bot or Con.

Because in cannon he does have a mom! Her name is Shutter! She's from the same comic continuity where Bee's a dad.

The idea that Cliff and Bee were basically brothers originated in that same comic run and the fandom seems to love that, but no seems to know they were both raised by her.

I know she's an extremely minor character but don't fandoms usually flock to those kind of things? With a character consisting of only a few comic panels you can project any personality you want for her!

I wish the fandom would stop infantilizing Bee and forcing characters like Elita and Optimus to be his parent. Found families don't keep having to be literal or force fit into traditional heteronormative boxes.

Let them be friends, dammit!!!

(PS, Shoutout to IDW2 for giving so many of the flagship Bots and Cons single moms! I loved that for them!)

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Shutter 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is Peter and Pipsqueak.

Summary: a community class brings together all sorts.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"What now?" Cole asks as he hops out of his truck.

Peter looks around as the other cars pull in. He nearly shrugs. That won't help. Someone needs to keep their cool.

"We gotta work together," Peter says, sounding calmer than he feels.

Bucky and Steve get out of the same car. Sy idles his truck before he finally turns it off, and Curtis brings up the rear. The men slowly come forward, speckling the dusty landscape beside the crooked barn.

Cole fidgets. "I should check on my parents."

"That can wait," Peter insists.

"Who put you in charge?" Bucky challenges.

"No one. But we need a plan before all that--"

"What plan?" Sy asks, almost frantic. The large man is deceivingly nervous.

Curtis is silent as Steve's blue eyes shine with concern. They all stare at Peter.

"What do we know? We know that Thor... jumped before he looked which means we need to come up with a cover. Jensen will deal with the details, he's good at that, but we need to have somewhere to hide. Until we can get everything else sorted." Peter thinks out loud.

"Really? You think these guys know what they're doing?" Bucky scoffs.

Peter gives him a look. Steve nudges his side, "Buck, you got any ideas?"

"Well, er," Cole puts a finger in the air, "I might... I might have somewhere. I was going to say but things..."

"Got out of control," Peter finishes. "What?"

They all look at the barn and it's peeling paint. It's a bit obvious. Cole exhales.

"Not that," he says, "it's out... out there..." he points toward the field. "I've been working on it."

"No way," Peter says.

"It's not done. I got a guy coming out to do some last-minute stuff. Security and whatever..."

"Shit," Bucky utters in disbelief. "You really are a bunch of psychos."

"You're here too," Sy snarls. "It's good. Smart. We're going to need it."

Curtis hums and gives a thoughtful look into the distance.

Silence. The men think. Peter looks around at each one. Sy wipes more sweat from his head, removing his camouflage ball cap to mop up the droplets. There eyes meet and the burly man almost cowers.

"What?" Peter asks.

"Um, nothing," Sy looks away.

The others glance over.

"What?" Peter repeats, more tersely. If he could face down that meathead idiot for Pipsqueak, he can do this. That's who it's all for.

"I..." Sy blinks. "In the truck..."

Bucky scowls and shakes his head, "what now?"

Peter stomps forward and heads for Sy's pickup. The back is covered with a thick plastic guard over the cargo. Peter tries the latch but it doesn't release. Sy steps forward to unlock it.

Inside, the noise of a fan whirs and the scent of sweat flows out. A woman in a checkered pink shirt is unconscious as her arms are bound behind her and tape seals her mouth. Peter backs up in shock. The other men approach and let out a parade of curses.

"Another one?" Steve squeaks.

"Shit," Peter mutters without thinking.

"About that..." Curtis intones.

Everyone turns to him.

"Well, mine isn't tied up," he shrugs. "She's at my bookshop. Watching the place."

"Holy fucking fuck," Bucky snorts.

"You're not helping," Peter sneers.

"I'm gonna be sick," Cole bends over as he peers into the dirt like an abyss.

"You? You're the one building a bunker," Bucky taunts.

"Speaking of," Peter turns and shuts the truck. "Show us."

"Really? We're going along with this?" Bucky says.

"You got a better plan?" Peter rears on him. "You're welcome to keep watching the flowers grow."

"Whatever," Bucky huffs.

"We don't have much of a choice. We're this far in," Steve says.

Peter agrees but doesn't know what to say. He gestures to Cole and turns toward the field. Cole walks ahead of him and the others trail behind. This is levels of fucked Peter wasn't prepared for today.

Cole leads them around to the trees that crest the tall crops. He stops and counts his steps, turning rigidly, then stops. He stomps. A hollow thunk comes from the dirt. He bends and hooks his fingers into the ground.

Peter goes over to help him lift the door. They get the hatch up and he peers down the staircase. A shiver rolls over him.

"Wow," Steve breathes.

"Yeah, I know. I... It was a backup plan not... not..." Cole stutters.

"No, it's good. Exactly what Jensen was looking for," Peter affirms. "I know right now it seems a bit much but come on. Which one of us was gonna jump first, huh? We have to start doing something. This is something."

"It's something alright," Curtis intones as he puts his hands on his hips. "My girl likes sunlight."

"Mine too," Bucky agrees.

"We'll figure it out. This isn't-- we just need them to get comfortable. See what we're doing for them. Then it won't matter."

"Right, I'm sure they'll adjust easily," Bucky snips.

"You think?" Sy asks earnestly.

"Alright then, tell me why you're here? Why did you come to the meetings? Join the discord?" Peter snaps. "We all said it. We want to help them. We want to make their lives better. We're not monsters. Some of us are impulsive, maybe a bit emotional, but who here came to hurt someone? Who?"

No one moves or speaks.

"Right. We are not the bad guys. We only want to protect them. Speaking for myself, I think the timing is great. My girl has creeps all over her. She needs me." Peter insists. "So, make a choice. Do nothing and let some other guy move in and hurt her, or you save her. We know how other guys are."

"He beat her," Curtis breaks the tenuous lull. "The idiot I got rid of. I couldn't let her stay. He's right. We either sit back and watch them get ground down, or we do something."

"I didn't hurt her," Sy says. "I didn't. Some moron followed her into the bathroom. He woulda done something. I had no choice."

The others look at each other. Peter thinks about the gym bro and what he said about Pip squeak. He has no idea if he was the first. Even if he isn't, how long until another guy picks her out, targets her. He's not going to keep sitting on his hands.

"Alright, well, let's wait for the others to get here. Then we'll come up with a timeline," Peter says. "Cole, that guy, when's he coming out to finish this place?"

"In a couple days."

"Can he get here sooner?" Peter asks.

Cole heaves and chews his lip. "I'll call him."

[metrocentric]

서울 / Seoul

[karina-re]