#You can teach someone to code in a week but they'll still be next to useless as a software developer

[manic-pixie-dick-girl]

Fun fact: there is a difference between "coding" and "programming", and even "software engineering". And if someone starts talking about "coding" or "coders" you can assume they don't know what you're talking about.

Tldr "coding" is the physical act of writing code and it's only one tiny part of making computer software. It's the easy bit, tbh.

[weebsinstash]

Baby~ when I tell you that I just want to CHOMP into Miguel’s steaming hot buns!~ and to make it better his suit is holo-projected!? And he’s commando so I get Instant access!? This man is a kinky fucker!

me, virginal and ignorant: you know, I keep seeing posts about Miguel being caked up and even someone who worked on the movie said they still toned the ass down, but like, how thick actually IS he?

me, suddenly 9 months pregnant: oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god I know that dick is big. Oh my god.

You know I mentioned that idea about him making Reader a suit similar to his own where it can "turn off and on" in full or in pieces but like, I was thinking of the facemask and removal/bathroom/sex purposes, I don't know why I didn't consider his entire suit is projected. It's nanotechnology which means it's probably like, idk, hard light or something or whatever Tony stark uses idk I'm not a huge marvel person, but, it's probably not like he's QUITE running around naked, but.... it's also fitted on him so good and I mean. That ASS. I want to bite it like an apple. I want to spank his bubble butt just to try and tease him and he spins around to "teach me a lesson for being such a little brat" by pinning me to the nearest surface and railing the fuck outta me. Ass man Miguel constantly squeezing/groping/staring/spanking your ass in private, fucking you from behind so he can spank your butt and watch it bounce with every thrust of his hips

God the idea of him just full on having nothing underneath the suit though... The only thing between Miguel losing his cool and freeing his cock to rail into you like he's trying to continue his family name is a line of code, an internal command, and a prayer to god (also I saw he's canon Catholic so, idk, do with that what you will but my mind immediately goes towards like, obviously if he's a breeding kink yandere sorta scenario it's kind of already said and done that he wouldn't, but, especially in this scenario, Miguel absolutely refusing to let you get any abortions if you got pregnant. Shit, him deliberately not using any --maybe even sabotaging YOUR-- forms of birth control, and like, maybe even extra horror if you're like not even in a relationship with him and you're pregnant from like either a one night stand with someone else or a dead boyfriend or ex or whatever and he won't even "let you" abort someone ELSE'S baby, he's just deadass "no let ME be the child's father, and, also like maybe your husband and we can be a happy nuclear family uwu" with unpoken intentions of having you carry HIS child next after he's gotten you to fall in love with him. But also I guess it'd also be like. Scary as fuck, and sexy but, imagine if he's "normal" and it's like, having a one night stand with you and you suddenly being pregnant is what triggers him into being yandere and he's just immediately "well obviously I should take responsibility and marry you" and like yeah, its how he was raised but also, he's, 100% for it, 2099% for it.)

People in the Spider Society just constantly having Awakenings because they'll be on a mission with him and it's like, fellas is it gay if your boss is in a Spider crouch crawling up a surface in front of you and you're behind/below him and you can't stop staring at his impeccably unfathomably deliciously round ass? Whispers in the food court back in Nueva York "yeah I was there at the Miguel incident last week, yeah the hacker attack, did you see how his suit malfunctioned and he was in just his dick protection for a few seconds, I swear he got SO red"

Miguel uncomfortably getting boners around you that are hidden under his suit and he has to pretend he doesn't have because, it's always something with this man, he's so crazy for you. oh god did you get a new costume, that spandex-like material looks so nice and tight, he likes what it does to your silhouette, and he doesn't even realize he's staring at you as he's suddenly lost in thought in a deep personal fantasy of tearing your spidey suit right off your body after a victory and taking you fast and deep while you're both high on adrenaline. Miguel gifting you your own costume he can hack into just so he can get you unclothed or at least expose your most sensitive areas to him when he needs to use them. One minute you're in his cave or whatever, slightly leaning over a table to look at a lit up display or papers or something, and the next, suddenly he's got your pants "disappearing" and he's behind you, bending you over

But we saw in the film there's communal training and gym areas in the Society so picture you just go to try and keep a routine and stay on your toes and you unintentionally walk in on like, him doing squat thrusts, or crunches, or he's just publicly working out, and there's like a small fanclub watching him exercise and fanning themselves because, wow is that body SPICY

[frogsandfries]

After an absolute success of a day

After an amazing night of around four hours of sleep because I don't deserve to sleep, I proceeded to bungle everything. I failed the shit out of the last chapter of my training, I failed the shit out of trying to study how the instructor wanted us to study and spent about two hours this evening after work compensating while barely able to think.

Turns out, even though it was a massive chapter--around two to three units worth of content, I still need to write it down to remember it at all. So I'll try to finish that tomorrow--hopefully there will be time on the clock, and if not, I'll finish it after work. Then I'm going to spend my weekend continuing to study because I thought I had three days to study next week. I don't. I'm booked from eight am till about four pm. I'd be better off if I could get the middle driver to just drop me off at the second clinic.

Anyway. I was so exhausted all fucking day after getting only four hours of sleep because according to some people, it is necessary to wake me up every. Single. Fucking. Night. Like why are the cats in the spare bedroom, so they don't disturb me when the other human is going to loudly announce that they're finally deigning to bless me with their presence in bed.

Like, no shade or anything.

I just didn't get anything done with my precious evening. I could have finished my QR code. Nah. I'd rather nod off through an attempt at dinner, the only meal I had all day unless yOu CoUNt pOtATo CHipS, and then get maybe a two hour nap over fucking video game noises because loud sounds know to stop before echoing around corners because it's rude mmkai.

I've just fucking had it around here.

I do everything. The dishes never end because I'm the only one who would use the same dish day after day. But fuck it. There's constantly a mountain of dishes even though there are fucking two of us to do the dishes but why would you fucking do your dishes someone else will just fucking do your dishes and then when we have a kid, it's child abuse to make your five-year-old learn how to do dishes and why would you even fucking bother, they'll just take after the other adult in the household.

I can literally see my future. It looks like two people who like living in a dump because one of them wants to be like the lazy adult.

The only other fucking adult in the apartment has had two weeks to find the laundry bag. Is that a priority at all?? No.

Let's just let the laundry pile up on the formerly clear floor because a clear floor in a bedroom is just absolutely criminal. Let's throw and dump garbage all over the floor all over the apartment. Let's let garbage pile up. Somebody else will pick up.

I'm so fucking tired of also being the only one with an idea of where shit goes. Nobody fucking else can be fucking bothered to try to look around the apartment and fucking figure it out. I know, I know, a two-bedroom apartment is just really huge and there's just so many floors and rooms--I know, it's really intimidating. It's really easy to get lost. Four closets is just too many places to look to store things that need to be put away.

I can't describe how fucking exhausted I am with being--I mean, let's face it. This household is like a business and I'm the owner and manager. I'm expected to know where everything goes, what's out of place, what's dirty, what's garbage, when things need to be done and who's going to do it. Anybody can spend money--and the hourly manager sure does know how to spend. But I'm also expected to do all the actually necessary shopping--do we need toilet paper? Flour? Dish soap? It's my responsibility to inventory. Does the laundry need to be done?

I'm not the only adult in the apartment, but I might as well be. I don't want to have a child and spend all my free time and energy chasing around an adult, teaching a child that only one adult in the household needs to know what's going on, and one adult assigns everyone's chores.

Not that anyone fucking cares. That's just how it is. If I don't tell my partner to go do the dishes, well, it's just assumes that I'll get them done. After I'm done working.

But if I'm not working, earning money, and he gets off work, he immediately goes to play video games obsessively, rather than concerning himself with lowly, mortal chores like dishes. Only peasants concern themselves with dishes.

No amount of talking about this is fixing things. I'm not respected. If I speak nicely, I'm ignored. If I speak firmly, I'm ignored. If I nag, well, that's the only time I'm listened to. Nothing gets done preemptively because nothing needs to be done unless I'm wasting my time and energy bitching about it. If I'm woken up in the middle of the night after I've made it clear that I don't appreciate this behavior, and I scream about it, I'm still not heard.

I really, constantly question if I'm appreciated. I don't know why I'm here. I did everything in the last apartment--all of any cleaning that got done and I still paid all the bills and prepared all the food. Here, I didn't have to pay the bills for a few months, but now that I'm working and he's not, it's back to the same exact shit. He plays video games and wakes me up in the middle of the night, I go to work at the ass-crack of dawn, cook and clean. Nobody makes dinner for me. No way in hell would anybody make lunch for me. I simply don't deserve such niceties.

The cats are entirely my cats. I feed them, maintain their water, scoop and change the litter. Sometimes, when I give orders, I get help emptying the box.

Things would be better if I just got off my ass and left a situation that is horrifically out of balance. I'm so tired of being told constantly "sorry" and "I'm trying". I hate when men say they're "trying". I have yet to meet a man who, when he says he's trying, is actually trying. It's complete, absolute bullshit. "I'm trying" is seriously starting to look like code for "if I tell her what she wants to hear, she gets off my ass for a few more days while I can play video games and ignore everything that needs to be done and never be obligated to figure out what needs to be done".

I shouldn't have to consider a chore chart. It's more investment on my part of time and energy and its one more fucking thing that I do around here that will be fucking ignored. I shouldn't have to give good boy points. It's demeaning to me, further proving that nobody cares or respects what I want--then chores will get done for selfish motivations.

I hate feeling like I have literally worn out my welcome everywhere I would have left to go. I'm next to incapable of sustaining employment. It feels impossible to find a job that I'm fine wasting my time on and I don't think the graphic novel will ever pay for itself....... My expectations are really low. I shouldn't have to keep the apartment from being a disgusting dump singlehandedly. But........ I'm completely taken for granted for what I do around here........ and I've just about had enough.