#and due for the monthly curse soon

[emmylksblog]

SOOTHING EMBRACE // H.FORT

request: can u write hector comforting sick reader?? (if u want)

genre: comfort, fluff

warnings: none

words: 1456

a/n: i hope having your period counts as sick because it does to me, cramps hurt like a bitch 👹

Hector stepped into the house, his heart beating from the excitement of the game. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were sparkling with adrenaline.

He had scored the winning goal, and that alone made his day. But his thoughts quickly turned to you. He couldn't wait to see your reaction to the news, to hear your words of excitement, and see your face light up.

"I'm home baby!" He called out, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and looking around for you. He could practically hear your response in his head already - the way you'd jump up from the couch, rush over to him with a huge smile on your face. He couldn't help but smile himself at the thought.

He frowned at the lack of response, noticing the silent atmosphere of the house. Hector's excitement started to dim slightly, replaced by worry. He called out your name, walking into the living room, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.

When he saw you curled up on the couch, he immediately knew something was wrong.

He knelt beside the couch, his hand gently touching your shoulder, "Hey cariño, what's going on? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. Hector's eyes scanned your face, taking in every tiny detail. He could tell that you were in pain, and he wanted nothing more than to soothe it away.

Your expression contorted into a grimace, and you let out a soft whimper. Hector felt a pang in his chest at the sound. He knew exactly what was going on. He had seen you like this before, and it broke his heart every time. He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead.

Hector couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had checked the app on his phone earlier that day, knowing that your period was due soon. He had been planning to go out and buy some of your favourite snacks and maybe some painkillers to help ease your discomfort.

But it seemed like he had underestimated the power of your monthly cycle. He let out a small sigh, silently cursing himself for not being more prepared.

You could sense the change in his mood. You knew that Hector must have felt so excited after the game, but your current condition prevented you from matching his enthusiasm. However, even in your state, you still wanted to show him some support.

You mustered the strength to sit up a little and open your arms towards Hector, a faint smile on your lips. "Did you really think I'd miss your match? I watched you play, and I couldn't be prouder of you," you said, your voice laced with a mixture of affection and regret. "I'm sorry I can't celebrate with you right now."

You pulled him closer and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, the pain momentarily forgotten. "But if you're free tomorrow, maybe we can do something special to make up for it."

Hector's face softened as he listened to your words, his heart warming at your support and understanding. Even in your current condition, you still thought of him and wanted to celebrate his victory. Hector couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

He leaned into your touch, his hands finding your waist as he rested his forehead against yours. "Of course I'm free tomorrow," he said, his voice low and warm. "We'll do something special, I promise. You just focus on resting now."

He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss against your forehead, his fingers lightly tracing your hip in a soothing gesture. "You don't need to worry about anything, cariño. Just let me take care of you."

He pulled back slightly, a thought suddenly crossing his mind. "Wait here," he said, his eyes flickering with determination.

Hector then got up from the couch and moved towards the kitchen, leaving you sitting there feeling slightly confused and curious. You could hear him rummaging through the cabinets, the sound of bowls and spoons clinking together. After a few moments, he returned with a steaming mug in his hand and a small plate filled with chocolate chip cookies.

"I know these are your favourite," he said, his voice soft as he placed the items down on the coffee table in front of you. He then went back to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. "And these will help with the pain," he added, holding them out for you to take.

You couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your chest at his thoughtfulness. Even though his excitement about the game had been dampened by your pain, he was still looking out for you and taking care of you. You took the water and the painkillers with a grateful smile, feeling the love and care that Hector was showing you.

Your eyes began to well up with tears, a mix of emotions swelling within you. Part of you wanted to blame it on the usual mood swings that came with your period, but a bigger part of you knew that it was because of him. Hector was so sweet and thoughtful, always taking care of you, even in your most vulnerable moments.

You fought back the tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for him. "You're so good to me," you choked out, your voice cracking slightly.

Hector chuckled at your state, his eyes dancing with mischief. He was about to open his mouth to tease you, but before he could say anything, you swatted him lightly in the chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, a hint of amusement still in his voice. "You're just so adorable, baby."

You hid your face in his chest, feeling embarrassed by your current state. "It's embarrassing enough as it is, don't make it worse," you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shirt.

Hector chuckled again, unable to resist leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Our secret," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer into him. "You know I love you, right?"

You felt his hands gently rubbing your back, offering you comfort and reassurance.

You looked up from your hiding place in his chest, your eyes meeting his. "I know," you mumbled, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I love you too, Hector."

You buried your face in his chest once again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. His presence alone was enough to soothe your pain and make you feel loved and cared for.

The dull ache in your abdomen seemed to intensify suddenly, causing you to grimace and let out a low grunt of pain. Hector, being as attentive as ever, immediately noticed your discomfort.

"Does it hurt more baby?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Hector quickly devised a solution. He shifted you so that you were sitting between his legs, your back against his chest. He then placed his hands on your abdomen, applying gentle but firm pressure.

You could feel his fingers working their magic, massaging your stomach in small, circular motions. The pressure was just the right amount, enough to ease the pain and give you some relief.

As he continued to massage you, you leaned back against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

You placed your own hands on top of his. You intertwine your fingers together, lightly caressing his knuckles as a sign of thanks.

You then turn your head, facing him to the side, and gently press a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "You always know how to make it better."

Hector smiles at your gesture of gratitude, his heart swelling with affection.

"Anything for you, baby," he replies, his voice low and gentle.

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you into a comfortable embrace. He plants a few light kisses on your neck, his lips moving against your skin in a soothing manner.

As he massages you, he can’t help but nuzzle his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and relishing the closeness.

Your free hand reaches out, gently touching his face. You run your fingertips over his features, tracing the lines of his cheekbones and the curve of his jaw.

He leans into your touch, his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. He turns his head slightly, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand in a soft kiss.

"Estoy aquí, para ti." (i'm here for you)

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter sixteen — doxxing is okay sometimes 💋

The entire drive back to your house, Scaramouche wondered why he was always put into compromising situations. It wasn't the late hour, or the otherwise deserted roads other than the usual few vehicles being dime a dozen.

No...it was that he was chauffeuring the only person he didn't want to be within a ten foot pole radius from. Softly, your laughter was still emitting from your lips as your head lolled back and forth.

His eyebrows knitted together in frustration, grip tightening on the steering wheel. He was annoyed, but knowing this was the quietest that he'll ever see you was more comforting than not being perceived.

Texts from his phone illuminating a section under his arm as his eyes kept flicking back and forth, he knew it was Ei bothering him again. Her poking and prodding the gnawing that he always felt being around her.

Pulling into your driveway, he brought his car in enough to quickly get you out. Tohma quickly headed into eye view to hurry towards the other side of the door. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do if they weren't able to get home."

He sighed in response, turning off the engine. "Is that all?"

"Yeah...(Y/N)?" Tohma paused, his gaze lingered on you. "They're completely out."

"Keen observation." Scaramouche sarcastically quipped.

Tohma looked at the other before hesitantly rounding you up, careful not to jostle you as he helped your limp body out of the car. Your body soon enough became less languid, eyes slowly opening.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, your words slurred. "Scaramouche," You made out, blinking blearily before you felt a certain rage overcome your body again. "Where is he?!"

Your steps were unsteady as you leaned against Tohma for leverage, but you were also thrashing to turn and find the person you were screaming at through Twitter earlier.

"(Y/N)...take it easy-!" His words were drowned out by your fervent rage, your gaze was wild as you scanned the surroundings, only to see the very person you were talking about.

"YOU." Your voice rose to a shout, staggering towards him. "Had some nerve coming to my house!" You shouted, tears welling in your eyes as your vision went in and out, "My friends hate me because of you! I will fucking see to it that you are destroyed by my very hands!" You screamed, causing Tohma to panic.

"I'm really sorry! Thank you...again-! (Y/N), please stop." Tohma struggled out. He felt like he was on the verge of a brain aneurysm any second now.

He lunged towards you to hold you back from attacking Scaramouche, but as soon as you did that, you were about to speak again. And then you regurgitated, your body convulsed until you were retching violently, doubling over.

"Oh my god," Tohma mouthed silently, his body frozen.

It was a sight to behold - Scaramouche's dark clothes were colored in a murky brown shade of vomit. But instead of what Tohma thought he was going to do, it was the complete opposite. He didn't recoil in horror, he didn't scream or curse, he simply just stood there, expression unreadable.

He was probably so pissed off that he forgot that he was initially having a horrible day.

"Okay! Okay!!" Tohma said in between two deep breaths, holding you in between his arms even tighter despite your struggling. "Scaramouche. Please let me help you clean up before you leave."

“No.” He replied with a sudden urgency that seethed through his teeth, flicking some of the chunks of sick off of his fingers. “Absolutely not. I’m going home.”

“I’m saying this with all due respect despite everything you’ve done. You can’t go home looking like that, I won’t let you.”

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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For Keeps (1/3)

Title: For Keeps

Characters: Dark!Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Summary: Carol sees you. Carol wants you. Carol gets what she wants. 

Series Warnings: extremely dubious consent, strap-on (r receiving), sex (oral, vaginal), anal fingering, Dom!Carol, orgasm denial, spanking, violence (not really towards reader), manipulation, forced relationship, rough sex, Ma’am kink

Note: All three chapters of this fic are already written. This is my very first (and maybe only) fic I’m posting on Tumblr. So if you like it, please let me know. All forms of feedback welcome. Comments and reblogs especially. 

18+ ONLY

Chapter 1

Carol was not happy. Though perhaps that was an understatement. As Carol stomped down the front steps of Mel’s Tavern and shoves open the door, she was honest enough to admit she was pissed. After a long week, an absolute shit week, all Carol wants to do on her Friday night is go to Thor’s brothel, have too much Asgardian liquor, and take out her frustrations on one of the pretty little whores in his employ. Instead, she’s in Mel’s trying to figure out why he hadn’t made his monthly payment for the 2nd month in a row. Though to be fair, this visit was less about finding out why he’d not made his payment and more about reminding him why he needed to make his payment. Carol wasn’t a therapist or a social worker, so she didn’t really give a shit about the why. 

Striding into the poorly lit, smoky bar, filled with gaudy tchotchkes and an unfortunate looking crowd, Carol quickly glances around the room looking for Mel. She wants to get in and out of this dive as soon as possible. However, Mel was nowhere to be found; he was smart to make himself scarce knowing that he’d missed payday, but dumb as fuck to make Carol wait. To be fair, he probably didn’t know he was making Carol wait. He most likely thought he was simply avoiding one of the lesser Avenger goons. Unfortunately for Mel, he wasn’t the only “security client” who’d neglected to pay his dues in the Avengers’ territory recently. That, plus Steve’s suspicion that there was a mole in the family meant that Carol had been drafted to figure out what was going on and to fix the problem.

Carol strides to the doorman, black low-heeled boots clicking on the grungy and slightly sticky tile floor. In her bespoke all black pantsuit, she cut a striking figure. Short dark blonde hair curled around a strong jaw on one side; the other side razed into a short undercut. The doorman stands up quickly when he sees her. 

“Ma’am,” he starts, before Carol puts up her hand.

“Where’s Mel?,” Carol interrupts. “If he’s in the back, go get him. If he’s not, tell him I’m here and that the longer I wait, the more pissed off I’ll become. Got it?”

The doorman nods sharply before turning on his heel and heading toward the closed off offices in the back of the bar.

Carol rolls her shoulders once to relieve some tension before walking over to the bar; she finds the least sticky chair and takes a seat before tapping her index finger on the bar top two times to get the bartender’s attention. That was when she saw you. 

You hadn’t noticed her until she’d sat at the bar, but you recognize the confident way she situated herself in the room as someone used to wielding authority. Seated so she had a clear view of most of the room and all of the exits, the woman leaned back into her chair, eyes flickering around the room until they stopped on you. You meet her gaze. As her intense honey brown orbs pin you in place, you begin to feel a bit shy; your heart pounds loudly in your chest and you lower your eyes. You curse yourself silently and tell yourself that she was just like any other customer. A hot customer. A really fucking hot customer. You would just do your job. Deep breaths.

The woman seems to notice your discomfort and her eyes glitter as they flicker up and down your body, pausing at your hips, waist, and the slight swell of your breasts visible over your black tank top. 

You shift uncomfortably and tug at the hem of your tank, desperately wishing that you’d thought to put on your jacket before your shift. Your outfit was by no means revealing, but the way she was looking at you made you feel like she could see right through your clothes. Her eyes meet yours once more and she gives you a gentle smirk that makes your breath catch. Your hands immediately come together in front of you, fingers twisting around each other as you meet her steely gaze. 

You stand up straight, lift your chin and walk over to the bar, fiercely hoping your demeanor doesn’t betray your nervousness.

“Hi, welcome to Mel’s. Can I get you something?,” you ask the woman, voice squeaking just a bit.

“Well hello there, baby,” she drawls in a sing-song voice, head tilting slightly as she gives you another long onceover; she doesn’t try to hide it, her eyes dragging the last few inches from your mouth to your eyes slowly. “Give me a shot of Crown, neat. Ok?”

“Yes, ma’am!” you quickly puff out, already retreating to fetch her drink. 

Carol’s smile widens at the address and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, her night is turning around. As you turn around to grab a whiskey glass and pour her shot, Carol’s eyes crawl over the curve of your waist and delicious looking ass. Yes, indeed. Her night was looking up.

   As you pour the drink you think about how...excellent the customer’s voice is. Husky and soft, it slithered into your ears and made you briefly wonder what that voice would sound like in bed. 

You pour a healthy shot of the whiskey in the glass and set it in front of the blonde woman, before quickly stepping back. She raises the glass slightly in your direction before slowly sipping her drink, her throat bobbing as she swallows while staring directly into your eyes. Her wet, pink tongue slips out to lick a drop of whiskey lingering on her plump bottom lip. Your eyes are glued to the motion and your face gets hot when you realize she’d watched you watching her. 

In all honesty, that was probably a bad thought. You didn’t know who she was, but all the other employees, and the few customers, seemed a bit on edge ever since she walked in. You weren’t quite sure why, but it almost seemed like Tony, the doorman, was scared of her. Which was outrageous. Tony was 6’5 and built like a Mack truck. But still, you knew that whoever she was, you should be cautious.  

“Come here, baby,” she mutters, resting her elbows on the bar and leaning forward. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, and your eyes wildly look around the room seeking anywhere else to direct your attention. 

Your eyes settle back on the blonde woman when nobody else will meet your gaze. Not even Fred, the local drunk who spent most evenings begging for “just one more drink, love.” Traitors.

You shuffle toward the woman and start to reach for her now empty glass. “Do you want an open or closed tab?,” you ask.

She smiles up at you, revealing even, white teeth before winking and saying, “It’s on the house.”

Your brow furrows, confused before you peeked at Tony, who nods at you grimly.

“Oook,” you say, still slightly confused as you reach for the empty glass to place aside for the bar back.

In the three months you’d been working here, you’d never given anyone or seen anyone given a drink “on the house.” Mel wasn’t necessarily stingy, but you didn’t want to press your luck and drinks were priced so reasonably that nobody ever complained. But, if Tony was saying it was on the house, you had to take him at his word. 

Her hand snakes out and catches yours before you can remove the glass. 

“What’s your name?,” the blonde woman asks softly, thumb gently stroking the web of skin between your thumb and index finger. You start to jerk your hand away, but her grip tightens around yours, holding you in place. You freeze, eyes and mouth parting as your breath comes faster and you nervously wait for something, anything, to give you a clue to what she wants you to do. She looks at you curiously before releasing your hand and sliding back in her seat, back resting against the high-backed chair. 

“I’m Y/N,” you say, breathing a bit more evenly now that she’s no longer touching you. 

“Y/N” she repeats, the name rolling off her tongue melodically. “That's pretty. I’m Carol. How long have you worked here, Y/N? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Three months, but I’m not from here,” you blather nervously. 

“Oh yeah?,” she smiles coyly, “where are you from, baby?”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks at the endearment, and you softly tell her where you're from.

“That’s fun. How do you like our little city?” she says, extending her arms wide open. “Have you seen all the sights?”

“No,” you reluctantly admit. “I came out here in a rush so I’ve mainly been focused on finding work and a place to live. Haven’t had time to do the tourist thing yet.”

“Hmmm,” she ponders, smiling gently while drumming her short red nails on the bar, “I’d love to be your tour guide, baby, if you’d like that. Take you to see the sights, take you to dinner. Do you work tomorrow?”

“O-oh,” you stutter, surprised that she’d managed to direct the conversation into an invitation for a date so quickly and smoothly. “Umm.”

“Do you work tomorrow, baby?,” she presses again.

“No, I uh, don’t. But I’m not--” you start. 

“Great,” Carol interrupts. “That’s just what I was hoping to hear. Give me your phone number and I’ll call you tomorrow with something planned for us.”

You were taken aback. Yes, she was gorgeous and made you feel flushed and nervous (you supposed those were butterflies?), and would probably-- no, definitely-- show you a good time, but you weren’t sure you wanted to get wrapped up in whatever was going on here. But she’d already slid her phone across the bar and was beaming up at you expectantly. You figured that one little outing probably wouldn’t hurt. It’d been a while since you’d been out and Lord knew you hadn’t had time for anything fun and relaxing since moving to the city. You’d been far too busy scrambling to survive. Your hometown was expensive, but nothing like this. 

As you reach for her phone you send a silent prayer that wherever you go with her wouldn’t be too expensive so you could insist on paying for yourself without cannibalizing your weekly food budget.

As you input your phone number, the woman, Carol, leans back in her chair and glances around the bar again before once more leaning towards you. Your eyes fall to her cleavage and your thoughts take a turn before you snap your eyes back up to her to find her laughing gently.

“Such a good girl,” Carol husks as she retrieves her phone from you and slips it into her trouser pocket as she stands. 

She didn't touch you this time; you were already overwhelmed and semi-regretful and she looked like she didn’t want to give you any reason to try to run away from her. “Now, go get me another drink while I talk to Mel,” Carol instructs before and turning around sharply.

You’re thrilled to have something else to do, to focus on, so you didn’t notice the fearful look on Mel’s face as Carol strides up to him. 

Carol didn’t exactly work for Steve and the Avengers, but she did operate out of their territory when she was stateside, and lately her business dealings found her on the East Coast. Staying with the family was just easier, and that sometimes meant getting caught up in their issues. She normally didn’t mind doing Steve a favor...but it’d been a hell of a week, and up until she’d seen the little cutie at the bar squirm so prettily under her scrutinizing gaze, she had not been happy to be doing this particular favor.

Well, Carol thinks, whores aren’t the only way to work out aggression. Looks like this God forsaken place would provide her two types of entertainment tonight. 

Carol’s exchange with Mel is brief. She bulldozes over his stammered greetings and demands to know why he hadn’t been paying his security fee. Mel insists that he had been paying, he definitely wasn’t avoiding the family, and that someone new had come around and told him 3 months ago that there was a new payment method. He’d been leaving his payments in an unmarked envelope taped under a nearby bench. Someone had been picking them up, since Mel had made two payments this way and the first was gone when he went to make the second. 

Hmmm, Steve will definitely be interested to learn that. Carol muses to herself. 

“Ok, Mel,” Carol says to the stammering man.

“Ok?,” Mel repeats, hope creeping into his eyes as he looks timidly at her. 

“Ok,” Carol reiterated, “I believe you. Which is the good news. The bad news is I don’t give a fuck who you say you paid, because bottom line is we don’t have our money. The money you owe us. So you have until next week to get it to us.”

Anger flares in Mel’s eyes before Carol puts a hand on his shoulder “Ah ah ah, Mel. I can just tell that I am zero percent interested in hearing whatever you're about to say. You pay by next week or I can break your other leg, too.”

Mel blanches and whimpers out, “too?,” just in time for Carol to slip her hand from his shoulder to the back of his head before slamming him nose-first into a nearby table. The crack is audible above the shitty music playing in the background. As Mel reaches to try to push himself up from the table, Carol brings her fist down on the fingers clinging to the edge of the table, breaking three on impact and then turns to forcefully kick one leg out toward Mel’s knee, forcing it backward with an audible CRACK! Mel’s scream cuts through all the chatter and music, a macabre soundtrack in the dingy bar.

Once that was done, Carol slides Mel into the booth she’d just brutalized him at and turns back to the bar.

You were cowering in a corner, back pressed as far up against the bar as you could, eyes frantically searching for an exit, body shaking, and breath huffing quickly. You’d finished prepping Carol’s drink just in time to see the breathtaking display of violence. You feel nauseated and scared and hot and dizzy, your stomach heaving at the bloodshed. You can hear your heart beating in your head as you watch Carol stride over to you, her eyes glittering in excitement and something that looked suspiciously like arousal. 

She knocks back the drink you have waiting for her, before looking directly at you. You try to look anywhere but at her, but she was still all you noticed.

“Look at me,” she says firmly. Your eyes flicker up towards her at the command. “You answer when I call you tomorrow, ok baby?”

She waits for your weak nod, before smiling brightly at you and walking out the door.

Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for reading this far. Let me know what you think!

[gardeniashellfire]

Moodboard #2: Minho (AGoLc:LMH)

Lee Minho— God of Love.

•He is in charge of love, fraternal, platonic, romantic, you name it, it's all him! He is one of the most old gods, have always been there even without a name. He used to be a sweet and caring figure in the Heavenly Court but as humans started to make a mock of what he was an represented, he started to isolate himself, growing cold and bitter, cynical of his own domain as time went by, soon snapping and blowing up that he was no longer doing his job, that he was retired of been the god of love and that they need to look for a replacement. Ever since then, he has layed low.

—Posses the ability to see fate, but not in the same way the God of Fate can, he can see the possibilities of what will happen if two or more people enter a relationship, the multiple outcomes and their future together, before he tried to keep those bad for eachother away, but now, he doesn't really care, they never listened before, why should they listen now? Can see someone's heart based off their intentions and desires, how much love lives inside of them, how much are they willing to do for those they claim to love. It still stings him when he sees those black holes inside people's chest.

–He can speak a multitud of lenguajes, understand all the alphabets, been his favorite to curse in is latin and spanish, due to his high stress level when he was active he gain the habit of fighting with his nechles and never wearing rings, he knows it's hard to use a arrow with such so he doesn't use many.

–When he retired the world seemed a little bit more dull, the gods noticed it, the humans didn't, and maybe he had been proven right, nobody has seen the god of love in a long while, no trace of him to be found, they only know he is still around based on his monthly reports.

•Sacred animals: Swans, cats, doves.

•Sacred Symbols: Hearts, roses, the queen of heart card.

Other titles: Welder of the Stirngs of Fate, Holder of the sands of Aphros.

—Strings of Fate: He can see, touch and manipulate them at ti his bidding, he never really does it, even retired, had a special pair of scissors that are capable of doing do, only ever used it once, he cried for months because of it.

—Sands of Aphros: Little jars of sand that can influence the type of love you feel for someone (or the first person you lay your eyes one.), handed to him by his dying father, it his most priced possession.

[rabbitcruiser]

Spider-Man Day

How  will you celebrate Spider-Man Day on August 1? It’s important to remember one thing: with great power comes great responsibility. Now, you, a Spider-Man fanatic, have all the power in the world to celebrate one of the most iconic comic-book superheroes of all time whichever way  you want to, so don’t take this responsibility lightly. This is your gift and your curse!

Created by Steve Dikto and Stan Lee, Spider-Man is Marvel Comics most iconic character for the past 59 years. For all true fans of the web-slinger, August 1, 2023 is the day on  which you can appreciate what Spider-Man has brought to your lives.

However, you chose to celebrate Spider-Man Day 2023 don’t forget to share your thoughts with us.

When is Spider-Man Day 2023?

“Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” is celebrated on Spider-Man Day on August 1, 2023.

History of Spider-Man Day

Everyone  loves Spider-Man. And how can we not? Spider-Man entered the comic-book  universe in issue 15 of Marvel Comics’ “Amazing Fantasy” in August 1962  and has been a major player ever since. The groundbreaking story caught  the attention of readers when it featured an awkward, antisocial teenager as its superhero — a description typically associated with sidekicks. But this bold move turned out to be a boon for creator Stan Lee, who touched the hearts of a generation of kids who felt lonely, rejected, or had difficulty making friends. Spider-Man proved that anyone can be a superhero and, even after being around for about 60  years, he’s still as popular as ever.

Spider-Man got his own comic series, “The Amazing Spider-Man,” in March 1963. The titular character rose to popularity and quickly became integral in the ever-expanding  Marvel Universe, engaging with regularly featured characters like the  Human Torch, the Incredible Hulk, and Daredevil. The supporting  characters in the Spider-Man world were equally interactive and  colorful, enthralling readers who developed soft spots for them. This includes J. Jonah Jameson, the anti-Spider-Man editor-in-chief for the “Daily Bugle” newspaper, Spider-Man’s love interests Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson, and costumed villains like Doctor Octopus, the Green Goblin, and Venom.

Spider-Man became a fast-expanding franchise, his heroics no longer able to be contained in single monthly issues. Spidey’s frequent crossover storylines with other Marvel characters led to the creation of the bimonthly series “Marvel Team-Up” in March 1972,  which ran for 150 issues. Spider-Man teamed up with nearly every  high-profile superhero in the Marvel Universe in this ongoing series.

“Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man” was the fourth installment comic series of Spider-Man’s continuing adventures. It debuted in December 1976 and ended after 263 issues. One of the most memorable events of  this era was Peter’s marriage to Mary Jane Watson.

We all know  Spider-Man is fast, but his momentum in the comic world was soon noticed  by Hollywood as well. Sony Entertainment purchased the rights to Spider-Man, and brought him to the big screen in May 2002 with the movie “Spider-Man.” With Tobey Maguire playing the friendly neighborhood superhero, the Spider-Man movies paved the way for the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the superhero movie genre. “Spider-Man 2” was released in 2004 and broke box-office records, followed by “Spider-Man 3” in 2007,  which ended Director Sam Raimi’s trilogy. The franchise was rebooted  five years later, with “The Amazing Spider-Man” in 2012, starring Andrew Garfield.

Next, Spider-Man made his debut in the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the third act of “Captain America: Civil War” (2016). Young actor Tom Holland breathed life into the web-slinger, who had been neglected due to the ongoing legal issues and character rights between Sony Entertainment and Marvel Studios. The latest Marvel movies featuring Spider-Man are worldwide blockbusters “Avengers: Infinity War” (2018) and “Spider-Man: Far From Home” (2019).

Spider-Man Day timeline

1962 A Hero is Born

Stan Lee comes up with the idea for Spider-Man and the character first appears in a comic as a supporting character.

1963 First Independent Comic

Spider-Man gets his own comic, "The Amazing Spider-Man".

2002 Spider-Man Goes to Hollywood

Spider-Man gets his own movie franchise ("Spider-Man") starring Tobey Maguire, Kirsten Dunst, and James Franco.

2010 Broadway Special

"Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark" debuts on Broadway in NYC.

2012 Meet the New Spidey!

"The Amazing Spider-Man" starring Andrew Garfield premieres, followed by a sequel ("The Amazing Spider-Man 2") in 2014.

2017 Third Time’s the Charm

"Spider-Man: Homecoming" premieres, starring the new Spider-Man, Tom Holland.

Traditions

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is celebrated with exciting events, movie marathons, and trading of collectible comic book issues featuring the superhero. Spider-Man gets the approval of both kids and adults,  which makes him so likable and relatable. Kids don their Spider-Man costumes and toy web slingers, whereas grown-up enthusiasts wear more elaborate costumes to celebrate events and parties.

Spider-Man comic books that are rare and collectible are traded and sold. Special issues are also available at some comic book stores. With the release of  the latest Spider-Man video game, gamers and online streamers host playthrough sessions of the latest and older Spider-Man games. Today is  also the day where traditionally we see many masked marauders make news  headlines around the world as they attempt to climb walls and buildings —  but don’t try this at home (or anywhere for that matter), kids!

Spider-Man Day By The Numbers

10 tons – the weight that Spider-Man can bench press.

200 mph – the top speed at which Spider-Man can run.

#15 – the issue number of the “Amazing Fantasy” comic book that Spider-Man first appeared in.

2002 – the year in which the Spider-Man movie franchise was released.

#290 – the comic issue of “The Amazing Spider-Man” in which the superhero married Mary Jane.

1963 – the year when Spider-Man’s first solo title “The Amazing Spider-man (Vol. 1)” appeared on shelves.

700th – the issue number at which Volume 1 of “The Amazing Spider-Man” ended in December 2012.

8 – the total number of Spider-Man cartoon series.

1 hour – the time it takes for Spider-Man’s web to dissolve.

250 – the IQ level of Peter Parker.

Spider-Man Day Activities

Have a Spider-Man movie marathon

Throw a Spider-Man party

Parkour!

Depending  how far back in time you want to go and which producers/directors you  prefer, you could easily spend an entire day watching movie adaptations  of Spider-Man comics. Perhaps you and your friends could watch and compare the latest releases, both Spider-Man and The Amazing Spider-Man  and discuss which version is better.

Invite  your friends over, decorate the house and get the silly string  web-slinging devices ready 'cause it’s party time! To really make your  party stand out, try some Spidey-themed food like deviled eggs with paprika shaken into the shape of a spider. To keep the adults happy, try making the Spider-Man cocktail mixed with cherry and raspberry  liqueurs, tequila and a sprinkling of pop rocks.

Ever  wanted to leap and fly like Spider-Man? While swinging through New York City with a series of webs isn’t quite realistic, the growing trend of parkour can be done, right here and now. A mix of gymnastics and  dancing, building up your parkour skills means flipping, sliding and  jumping through the city just like Spidey.

5 Super Facts About Spider-Man

Spider-Man was originally Fly-Man

The only spider people like

It’s in the name

Venom was born from fanfiction

Changing times

Initially, Stan Lee wanted to create a superhero based on a fly or insect.

Head of Marvel Comics, Martin Goodman disapproved of the concept of Spider-Man due to the fact that most people hate spiders.

Stan  Lee specifically placed a hyphen in Spider-Man’s name to avoid  confusion between ‘Spiderman’ and ‘Superman’ as the latter was rather  popular at the time.

Spider-Man’s nemesis Venom was created as fan fiction, and purchased by Marvel for $220.

Spider-Man is the first independent teenage superhero who was not a sidekick to an adult superhero.

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[pauking5]

Seeking comfort from an idiot

enishi yukishiro x fem reader

A/N: This is a quick wip on pair with the Addicting Taste lore but can be a standalone (if you squint). Here's a little comfort fic with my favorite idiot to soothe my monthly torture. Hope it helps yours a little too. Enjoy!

Part 2 😉

"Let me get this straight."

"Yes, Enishi," you say exasperated, a hand held to your forehead.

You were sat on the couch in his office, explaining the suffering ovary owners go through every month to him. He seemed utterly confused at every new piece of information you were telling him. He made a great effort in understanding your current predicament, despite asking the stupidest questions known to mankind.

"You just randomly bleed out every month?"

"Yes," you sighed a little annoyed.

"Willingly?"

"Oh my god, you're an idiot."

"What do you mean I'm an idiot? It's not my fault I don't know anything about these things."

The migraine brewing in your head was mostly because of your period, partly due to his stupid questions. There was no way this man was raised by a woman.

"I just explained it to you!" you yelled as he lifted his hands up in surrender.

You felt a wave of discomfort slowly crawl up your abdomen and sunk back into the couch hoping to alleviate it. The stiff cushions did little to help, making you more uncomfortable than they should have. Everything was making you sensitive and the only thing that would help was your bed.

"Enishi?" you called his name in a tiny voice only to get a hum in response.

"Bed," you say, making grabby hands at him. The simple word should have been enough of a hint about what you wanted but his brain didn't seem to catch the obvious.

"What about the bed?" he asked earning a groan from you. Your hormones were getting the best of you as you struggled to keep the murderous intentions inside.

"I want to go to bed," you say through gritted teeth as you repeated the grabby hands, adding a smile at the end. If you didn't hit the bed soon your insides would turn into a torture chamber.

"Then go-"

"You idiot, CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO BED-" you yelled but stopped as a big cramp wrecked your middle, making you crumple into a ball on the couch. You shut your eyes tight and gripped your abdomen trying to ride out the waves of pain.

He mumbled a few curses under his breath as he moved to your spot. Sliding his strong arms under your legs and securing your back, he lifted you up carefully trying to not make your pain worse.

He made a move towards your room as you leaned your head on his shoulder, curling yourself into him as much as you could. He felt weirdly warm today, a comforting heat radiating off his body. The sweet relief was short lived as another wave of cramps wrecked your body making you whine.

You hated feeling this helpless every single month, unable to do anything about it, except suffer in silence until the pain would subside by itself. Showing your weakness to Enishi of all people made you feel even shittier about yourself. He was the kind of person to brave through an injury no matter how painful it felt, so it was normal to feel a little mad about it as you asked him to carry you to your room.

He gently let you down on the bed and you turned on your side, gripping his hand as you sat him on the edge next to you. The pain was only getting worse and you needed immediate relief before you would pass out, freaking out a clueless Enishi even more.

"What can I do to help?"

"Nothing," you choked as a violent cramp was trying to dismantle your uterus.

He racked his brain for a solution until he settled on a forgotten memory of his sister. He was wandering aimlessly around the woods until he stumbled and fell, scraping his knee on a rock. As Tomoe patched him up, he recalled her saying something about warmth being the cure for almost all pain.

He wasn't sure if she meant it rhetorically or if it was actually a remedy he could use. Hell, he would try anything to put you out of your misery right now even if it sounded like a fable.

Doubtful if it would work, he took to rubbing your lower back in slow circles to create some warmth, waiting for your reaction. The action relieved some of your pain and you sighed in content, giving Enishi the confirmation that he was doing something useful. The more heat his palm generated, the more your cramps were decreasing in intensity. Maybe he wasn't that useless when it came to comfort as you thought.

The consistent rhythm of his hand lulled you and you were fast asleep before you knew it. Enishi smiled softly at your pouty face, puffing up against the pillow as a few light snores escaped you. He brushed a few stray hairs away from your face and hooked them up behind your ear. Grabbing a hold of your blanket he draped it over you so you would stay warm.

He wished he could do more for you. Seeing you in this much pain was driving him mad. He couldn't believe the fact that you were going through this every month. It made him admire your strength even more than he already did. He was sure as hell that if he was the one bleeding out every month he wouldn't be able to handle it.

A battle wound could heal within a few days. But this was a constant pain lasting for more than a few days, making normal everyday tasks become a struggle. No one should go through this kind of pain, especially you.

You whimpered in your sleep as his hand stopped rubbing your back. He chuckled as he turned back to his job, a small smile pulling at your lips in your sleep. You wriggled closer to him seeking the warmth of his hand rather than the blanket.

It seemed so easy to comfort you without doing too much but just being there for you. He was willing to do anything to help you during this time, no matter what you asked of him. If rubbing your back was what you needed he would gladly comply with it for as long as you needed him to.

Thank you for reading! As always, comments, notes and reblogs are welcome :)

[dudadrawings17]

Disney first fanfic

ok, here goes nothing

Disney Villains: Next Generation

— x — x — x — x — x —

Introducing my OCs:

Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion: They are the triplets of Chernabog and Maleficent. Being babies, they don't have great personalities yet.

Hilary: The oldest of the group, 14 years old. Daughter of Cruella and Clayton. Ironically, and against everything her parents stand for, she is vegan and an animal protector. She always cries when her father returns with a new dead animal.

Zac: Son of Hades and Jafar, 10 years old. He has magical powers but doesn't know how to control them well yet. A trickster and liar, but when he makes a deal, he is bound to fulfill it.

Pietra: At 6 years old, she is the adopted daughter of Captain Hook and John Silver. She has a very creative and vivid mind, and dreams of becoming a pirate as famous and feared as her parents.

— x — x — x — x — x —

Chapter 1: An Adventure to Call Our Own

On a cold and dark night, the mist spreads and covers the dark sky. In the middle of a cursed forest, a massive stone castle houses the most hateful, wicked, and ruthless villains to ever walk the Earth. While the monthly meeting has not yet begun, the villains spend their time chatting amongst themselves. At a particular large table, eight villains are drinking wine and conversing.

Maleficent: It was a great idea to leave our children together while we are here. Jafar: Of course, it was a great idea—it was mine! Hades: Here we go again… Silver: But was it really a good idea to leave them alone? Cruella: Don't worry, my pirate friend. My Hilary is old enough to take care of herself and the others. Besides, it will be a good lesson in responsibility for her. Clayton: Yes, maybe this will curb her rebellious behavior. Hook: Even so, perhaps we should have left an adult with them. Mr. Smee, maybe. Chernabog: That old fool? It’s the same as leaving them with no one! Maleficent: Shhh. Frollo is about to start the meeting.

As soon as Judge Claude Frollo begins to speak, everyone else falls silent, and the meeting officially starts. Far away, in the eerie castle of Maleficent and Chernabog, young Hilary struggles to meet the needs of the triplets Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion.

Hilary: Seriously, how does aunt Maleficent manage to handle three little demons at once??

While she changes Azmodeus's diaper, Zac and Pietra are playing a board game. But the half-god, half-genie boy quickly gets bored.

Zac: This is so boring! Hilary: You could at least help me with the babies! Zac: No way! You’re the oldest one here, so you have to take care of us. Hilary: But you’re the one with magical powers. Stop being a selfish brat for once and help me! Zac: Depends, what do I get out of it? Hilary: (sigh) Forget it, I forgot you’re not even that good with your powers… Zac: Hey! I can do whatever I want, okay? Watch this!

Using his powers, Zac tries to levitate Azmodeus's dirty diaper into the trash can. Instead, it flies and hits Hella in the face, making her cry loudly.

Hilary: You idiot! Zac: Okay, I’m still learning, but you saw that I almost got it! Pietra: Hey, I know what we can do! Zac: Nobody asked you anything, brat. Hilary: Let her speak, you idiot! What is it, Pietra? Pietra: Let's hunt a crocodile! Hilary: Pietra, no! Hunting animals is wrong! Zac: Your dad hunts. Hilary: And he’s very wrong! Just because he does it doesn’t mean we should do it too. Zac: Aaaah, okay, but let’s do something! This boredom is killing me! Pietra: Oh, I know! I know! Zac: Here we go. What now?

With some difficulty, due to the weight of the mechanical legs her father made for her, Pietra gets up from the floor and grabs something from her backpack.

Pietra: papa John stole a treasure map from an alien! We could take his ship and search for the treasure! Zac: An adventure all our own through space? … I’M IN!! Hilary: Are you crazy?! No one is going into space! Not with three babies for me to take care of! Zac: Okay, then you stay here with them, and Pietra and I will go after the treasure. Hilary: What? No!

But before Hilary could protest, Zac grabs Pietra by the hand and flies out of the castle with her.

Hilary: NO!! Come back here, you brats!!

Desperate, Hilary does her best to carry the triplets in her arms and runs after the other two. The meeting in the villains' grand castle would continue for many more hours, and Maleficent, Chernabog, Cruella, Clayton, Jafar, Hades, Hook and Silver had no idea what their children were up to.

[audblogforfanfics]

@hijacksecrets this is the first part of the fic, I hope you like it!

Part One- Vampire Things

  Jack woke up in a small clearing in a forest, with zero memories. A tall, imposing man with white hair and red eyes was staring at him with a sad but gentle smile. “Jack Frost,” the man whispered. And then the man walked away into the night. That’s the last Jack had saw of him.

  He saw his reflection the first time in a nearby pond, lit by the light of the moon. His hair was snow white, his eyes were an ethereal ice blue, and his skin was as pale as the dead body at the other side of the water.. hold on why is it enticing?

  So. Jack may have blacked out for a minute. Or two. But he knows that he was on the other side of the pond, yet now he’s with the dead body that apparently has puncture wounds on the inside of it’s wrist. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and sees the red. Blood? Is he bleeding?? He checks if he lost any teeth and nicks his thumb in the process.

  He shouldn’t have teeth that sharp, he wasn’t a vampi-…. Oh. Oh shit.

~~~~

  It’s been 300 years now. He’s only seen the albino vampire (which he now thinks knew what made him a vampire) in passing, and has never been able to reach the man. They never spoke, not once. Yes, Jack was salty about it, but it’s whatever. Everyone else in the supernatural community seem to avoid him, too, so he assumes he did something wrong before...

  But that’s not important right now. Right now, he’s focused on remaking his list. After three hundred years, it makes sense for it to get lost or destroyed sometimes, leaving him to remake it once in a while. So, Jack is currently typing up his list in a cafe in some small town in Scotland- Berg? Beark? Oh well, he’ll probably remember it later.

        Jack’s Vampy Features:

Pros: capable of flight, capable of turning into a bat, capable of eating human food (less of an appetite for it tho), curses have little affect, garlic does nothing, can enter places just fine, fast healing factor, temperature has no affect, can’t get drunk, cool elemental powers- mine is ice!, easy to travel the world, able to see the evolution of mankind, ...

Cons: spiky wood causes wounds to heal slower (human rate), allergic to “holy” things, need blood to not pass out/get sick, no memory of past life (is this just a me thing?), chased out if found out, hunters exist to kill us, monthly existential crisis, sun = death, mortal friends die before you do, things you treasure get destroyed due to time, places you loved are no longer there, living through wars, unable to keep lasti-

  His laptop was forcibly shut, nearly crushing his fingers. He looked up at the tired barista, who looked quite exasperated.

  “Sir, the cafe closed ten minutes ago. I already cleaned up, and would greatly appreciate it if you left. Immediately. Right now, even!” they paused, as if remembering this was a customer. “Please.”

  Jack hastily stood up, putting his things away. “Of course! I didn’t even realize the time, my apologies- your service was excellent, and the meal was delicious, I hope you have a wonderful night, goodbye!”

  As soon as Jack was out the door, he heard it lock. Which, ouch, but it makes sense considering he was there for far too long. It was incredibly dark, and there were hardly any people out.

perfect time to go hunting

  No. No, he will not. No, instead, he’s going hom-

but you need to, it’s been too long

  ...Fine. He’ll have a small snack at a park, but that’s it. Nothing else.

....

  “Nothing else,” he muttered, walking briskly towards the nearest and emptiest park. “Just a.. squirrel, or something- Nothing. Else.”

                                                      ~~~~~

(next part will have Hiccup’s POV and story, woot woot! I hope you enjoyed!!)

[nonbinary-itachi]

Wheat Test

Fun fact: before the modern pregnancy test came about, people would pee on seeds of barley and wheat to determine if they were pregnant. Which one sprouted, supposedly determined the gender.

(It's technically an Ancient Egyptian test, but finding a Japanse equivalent isn't easy.)

~~~

Izuna stares at the little sprout of wheat, jaw dropped in horror. Beside her, Madara was in a similar state. "That... you..."

Izuna can only nod, angry at herself for getting into this position. She curses and grabs the small potted plant, throwing it against the wall. She can feel Madara's desire to say something and shoots him a glare before he can. He wisely keeps his mouth shut.

As much as the results angered her, they also weren't surprising. She hadn't had a monthly annoyance in almost three months, her breasts ached beneath their constraints, and she frequently found herself nauseated at the most inconvenient of moments. All were signs that she was with child, yet the thought frightened her such that she'd tried to push the thought from her mind.

The barley and wheat test had been a last resort once she noticed her stomach begin to swell, and one she prayed would be negative. Perhaps her growing stomach was merely the result of the fruitful harvest that had blessed them this year?

(Deep down, she knew the test would come back positive, but she tries not to think about that too deeply.)

"What do you want to do?" Madara asks quietly after giving her a moment to think.

"How could I possibly keep it?" She asks honestly. Her best bet would be the rid herself of it - no one could know she was actually a woman nor would they if she had anything to say about it - but...

But she'd always loved the idea of children. She had a tendency to look after the many Uchiha orphans, so actually taking in a few wouldn't surprise anyone. Carrying one of her own, though.

Her stomach would swell with child, and she wouldn't be able to hide it forever. Not to mention the birth. She'd attended enough births and listened to the mother's scream enough to know it would be painful. She prided herself on having a high tolerance for pain, but something like this... could she withstand it without alerting half the clan to her condition?

She rests a hand over the barely noticeable swell, imagining the little life growing within. She'd given up everything to be a Shinobi for this clan. Did she have to sacrifice the possibility of motherhood as well?

"We could say you're on a mission," Madara suggests after another moment of silence.

Izuna considers it. "How would we sneak it in? I can't say I gave birth to it." The clan seemed to have forgotten she wasn't born a man, and at this point, alerting them otherwise was terrifying. She was feared the world over for her skills on the battlefield, but how many would continue to respect her if it came out she'd been born a woman? No, it was better that she continue to be a man.

"We could say it's a halfling," Madara suggests. "You impregnated a woman in secret who then died in childbirth, leaving the child with you."

"You think it could work?"

Madara nods. "I do. We'll have several months to prepare. When do you want to leave?"

"As soon as possible." A plan slowly takes shape in her head. If her estimation was correct, she had about six months until she was due to give birth. Her stomach would continue to swell in that time, and she'd need somewhere safe to stay while it happened. A civilian village perhaps. One where the name Izuna Uchiha meant nothing.

"I'll make the arrangements," Madara says, excusing himself from the room immediately after.

Izuna nods absently. It wouldn't be easy, but perhaps this way she could raise her child? The mere thought has her heart swelling with a joy she'd deny if anyone asked. She'd always wanted to be a mother.

[hpdabbles]

Oooo I really like your new story! How will Harry and Voldemorts first meeting go? Will Harry meet Neville soon? I’m hooked already!

Neville Longbottom heard of the florist weeks before he met him due to his parents. The family business had always been trading; his parents kept this alive by joining the village traveling merchants. Their village is small, but it is a two-day trip to the capital, so the village would make their wares and send it off with the merchants to sell bi-monthly.

A small fee would cover the traveling merchants' pay for selling other villagers' wares. There were only two ways to join on the trip, one could prove their worth in combat and be a well enough merchant that impressed the guild, or one had to be part of a legacy like Neville.

His ancestors were one of the original twelve families that settled in the village, so they had special privileges. Alice, his mother, is in the first category- earning her place through her swordsmanship and hair accessories. His father, Frank, is in the second category learning how to be a traveling merchant on his mother's knee.

The Longbottoms have always been wood carvers, and so Neville learned how to cut a bird out of wood before he learned how to ride a horse. His parents always beamed in pride whenever Neville showed them his latest carving after their return.

Whenever they left on one of their trips, Neville stayed behind in the village with his grandmother to man the shop. He took lessons in everything from sales to navigation using the stars, just as his father did.

Neville counted down to his eleventh birthday when he would finally be old enough to go on a trip, as per tradition.

About a month ago, his parents return with bewildered expressions and flowers so vibrantly breathtaking Neville had made them the subject for a few of his practice blocks of wood.

"A new merchant in the capital market," Frank said that night as every settled for dinner. "A florist." Been going for a month now, and he has almost everything in grandfather's flower book."

"Where in the world did he find so many flowers?" His grandmother asked in surprise. "The last time the empire's soil could support floras like that was when I was a child!"

"Was that before the curse Gran?" Neville asks, gently tracing his fingers over the petals of a pale pink flower. It's one of the prettiest things he's ever seen.

"Yes, child. When I was about your age, the surrounding hills bloomed with flowers. Different colors, as far as the eye could see, danced in the wind. The air always smelled so sweet, like candy." Gran replies, tone wishful, staring out the window to the mentioned hills.

Neville turns to look, trying to image the green grassy hills he knew looking like the flowers on the dinner table. He couldn't.

"That was before the Curse stop them from growing. Thankfully it didn't harm the trees or the grass, but any flower would wilt and die." Alice sighs. "My mother's family were florists once, but now only a few nobles can have flowers. They need magic to make them grow."

"Does that mean the florist is a nobleman?" Neville asks and his father scoffs at his bread.

"Like a noble would stoop so low as to work for their money. No, he's probably a spirit."

"Frank," His mother cuts in with a sigh "The boy is not a spirit."

"You don't know that."

"Yes! I do! He's clearly human."

"That's what he wants you to think." He leans towards Neville, wagging his eyebrows. He lowers his voice as if he is sharing a great secret. "The pubs were all saying the same thing. No one knows who is is, where he goes or where he came from. They say he disappears as soon as he walks back into the forest. Like a ghost."

"Frank."

Neville snickers, as his mother wacks her husband on the back of his head. "Enough. The only thing otherworldly about the boy is his beauty."

"Is he handsome?" Neville asks and his mother's eyes sparkle.

"More pretty than handsome. He gives the flowers a run for their money."

Neville tries to picture a boy that is that pretty. He can't.

Then his grandmother mentions how the shop has seen an increase in bridal hair accessories with winter approaching, and the conversation moves on. He doesn't think much about the florist until two months later when his parents return from another trip, this time with more than one type of flower bouquet.

They were so colorful and new that he spent hours just watering them. It drove him to seek his great-grandfather's old books. Before the curse, the Longbottoms had a flower farm, and the secrets of growing them were kept for future heads of the house to study.

Never before had he cared about those old books- what point was there in studying something he could not use?- but the rush of learning of flora was like nothing he had ever felt.

He loved it. He loved the way they looked, loved the way they were described, and what they could do. Remedies, cures, food, and more.

Accident potions that anyone could make, no magic required. Herbology- his great grandfather's book said- is an entire field of plant study that used to save so many lives.

All were lost due to the curse.

For once, he wanted something more than being a traveling merchant.

He wanted to be a herbologist. He wanted to see plants and learn everything about them. He wanted to grow his own.

The day he finally went on a traveling trip, a week after he turned eleven, Neville was more excited to see the florist than he was about leaving his small village.

When he finally saw Bloom- the name the florist gave out he felt his heart shudder to a halt before jumping around like a spooked rabbit.

His mother has lied. Bloom was not as pretty as a flower; Bloom was much more beautiful.

He was also Neville's age, which was unfair. How was Neville supposed to have a conversation with someone so beautiful that was his age? His knees were shaking just being around him.

"Hello," Bloom said when he spotted him staring, shooting the stun new merchant a crooked smile. It shoots liquid fire through Neville's veins. "Would you like to buy some flowers?"

. He held up a pot of the very first flowers his parents bought. Now that he had read his great-grandfather's book of flower languages, he knew they were camellias- the flower of destiny.

Neville would later learn that camellias were a perfect flower for Bloom. The florist would always be in battle with destiny.

Currently, he could only babble his way through the purchase and run back to his carriage to hide his burning face. His father teased him mercilessly about fancying the florist.

[britdan]

State Of Britdan - September 2023

Did someone say monthly update? Absolutely no-one? Good for you, I'm still doing it. State of Britdan, also known as SOB (What I'm doing now) is a monthly update on the wacky world of me and my goofy projects, so lets get started!

- I like shorts, shorts.

While I'm still not a major fan of them I've started working on some shorts to help expand my reach. These wont affect normal uploads and will just be bonus content.

- Goodbye Uncut...

Due to declining interest, amount of effort and storage to store I'm finally ending the tradition of uploading uncut videos on my plus channel. Instead the effort will be directed towards more bonus content like smaller videos and non mari0 content.

- Mappack Updates!

My latest mappack is finally starting up again after a few months of stagnation, hoping for a late 2023 release! As well as this, a smaller Halloween themed mappack is planed for October and will also be starting soon! More updates to come...

- Activity Nights Reach It's 1st Birthday!

On my discord server I have a tradition of hosting an activity night every 2 weeks on Sunday, This started in mid October and as we wrap back around we come closer to 1 year, to celebrate we're hosting an activity night on the 15th of October full of events and activities to celebrate, feel free to join us!

- Cursed Goomba Server finally gets update!

I've finally updated the cursed goomba server after being stagnant for almost 2 years, and my plans wont stop there, by the end of this year I want to increase user activity, if that isn't possible then there are plans to close the server and it be an emoji-only server.

[911fandomweekly]

Hello, 9-1-1 Fandom!

Welcome to this week’s edition of the 9-1-1 Fandom Weekly, where we update you on all of the events going on in the fandom this week!

This Week in 9-1-1 ◈ November 7th

🔹 Maddie Buckley Week @themaddiebuckleyweek November 7 - 13

🔹 Tarlos Weekly Prompts @tarlosweeklyprompts This week’s prompts are: → Prompt #1: Meet Cute - TK and Carlos meet when their coffee orders get switched. → Prompt #2: (nsfw, check blog post). Submissions are due by 5pm ET Saturday, November 12th.

🔹 The 118 Weekly @the118discord November's theme is Music. This week’s prompt is Skyscraper by Demi Lovato or Reckless by Jaxson Gamble. Submissions are always ongoing/welcome.

🔸 Tarlos Monthly Prompts @tarlosmonthlyprompts This month’s theme is Cozy. Check out the blog post for prompt info!

COMING SOON (starting within a month)

(nothing at the moment, let us know if we're missing something!)

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🚨9-1-1 airs tonight! 6x07: Cursed🚨

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If anything is missing from this list, please let us know!

You can also check out our blog for a comprehensive archive of Past Events, as well as all of the Upcoming Events that we know about.

Have a great week!

[coineagle]

Can Bitcoin Shatter Its September Curse? Here’s Why BTC Could Make History

Key Points

Bitcoin’s historical bearish trend in September might change due to improving global liquidity and NASDAQ’s embrace.

Despite the bearish trend in August, Bitcoin’s dominance against Ethereum and other altcoins remains significant.

Bitcoin’s history shows a bearish trend for most Septembers, but the current year may prove to be an exception.

NASDAQ’s acceptance of Bitcoin and the improvement in global liquidity conditions could lead to a bullish outcome in September.

Bitcoin’s Performance in September

Bitcoin [BTC] will end August with a lower value than its opening price unless it rallies above its current weekly high within the next three days.

This indicates that the responsibility of delivering positive monthly gains will carry over into September.

Historically, September has been a bearish month for Bitcoin, with the cryptocurrency delivering a bearish performance in eight out of 11 Septembers since 2013.

However, several key factors suggest that BTC may be extremely bullish in the upcoming month.

Global Liquidity and Bitcoin

Recent data shows that global liquidity is recovering and reaching new highs. Although Bitcoin hasn’t received a large share of this liquidity, the positive trend in liquidity is beneficial for the market.

The increase in global liquidity, along with expected rate cuts in September, could give Bitcoin the boost it needs to yield positive returns during the month.

A CryptosRus analysis suggested that a mix of rate cuts, growing liquidity, the halving, and the U.S. elections closely resembled Bitcoin in 2016 and 2020. BTC experienced a robust rally in both instances.

Bitcoin’s Mainstream Market Breakthrough

Access to Bitcoin is higher than ever, especially with the launch of ETFs earlier this year. This increased access could soon extend to the stock market, thanks to a recent NASDAQ filing.

NASDAQ plans to introduce Bitcoin options trading, which may further enhance positive sentiment among investors.

Bitcoin investors may also be gearing up for a price rally in September. Large holder inflows have spiked in the last 24 hours, reaching the fourth-highest level observed in the past three months.

Inflows peaked at 77,400 BTC during the same period, with only 11240 in outflows recorded during the same period.

Despite Bitcoin’s price dipping below $60,000 once again, investor optimism remains high, as evidenced by the intense accumulation at lower prices.

Bitcoin has also maintained a significant dominance against Ethereum [ETH] and other altcoins, positioning it to benefit from most of the liquidity flowing into the crypto market.

As a result, Bitcoin continues to command most mainstream attention, despite the presence of numerous altcoins.

Bitcoin is poised for a potentially bullish September if interest rates decrease. Improved global liquidity and increased adoption in mainstream markets could favor BTC’s performance by the end of the year.

[thatredheadwriter]

Softer

din djarin x female reader

Your aloof Mandalorian employer, and dare you say friend, is surprisingly considerate when it comes to your monthly cycle.

I just started The Mandalorian and I’m already obsessed. I also just happened to be on my period, and I needed to work through some writers block. So please enjoy fluffy, awkward Din.

This is a SFW oneshot for female reader with Din Djarin of The Mandalorian. This work does not contain smut, however, it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule, my blog is only for those over the age of 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Swearing (English and Star Wars canon languages)

Menstruation (this shouldn’t have to be a warning)

The expectation for men to be dicks about menstruation

Din is the sweetest

Din is kinda stupid and walks in on someone changing

helmetless!Din (just a little)

Mutual pining

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You woke up feeling sticky.

The gentle hum of the ship around you was nearly enough to lull you back to sleep, but the stickiness between your thighs and the cold sweat on your skin left you far too uncomfortable to even think about going back to sleep, despite the fact that your watch told you it was far too early for any living thing to be awake.

“Dank farrick,” you cursed, sitting up carefully, sure to duck your head and avoid the shelf above you. With a groan, you slid out of your ‘den’, as Mando referred to it, gathered the blankets you’d been sleeping on, and stalked off towards the laundering unit.

You knew your cycle was due soon, but ever since joining the small crew of the Razor Crest, it was harder to track time. It was the inky blackness of space, the way days would run together. It had nothing to do with your distracting companion, your boss, who stalked around the ship as a brooding pile of armor. The companion you were starting to become strangely attached to.

The laundering unit was empty, thank the Maker. You were just finished shoving the soiled bedding into the chamber and digging around the storage area for the right soap to add, but then a gloved hand clamped down on your shoulder and you yelped.

“Shit, Mando,” you clamped a hand down on your chest to steady your breathing, “How is someone covered in so much beskar so quiet?”

He didn’t answer you, of course, only tilting his helmet at you as he leaned against the wall of the ship. “What are you doing up so early?”

Your stomach churned, only partially from the cramps. There wasn’t much you knew about the mysterious Mandalorian who hired you–hell, you called him Mando, you didn’t even know his name. But you had deciphered he was human, based on his hands. They were the only part of him you’d ever seen without the armor, once when he was tending to a particularly nasty burn you’d picked up trying to fix the main cooling unit. His touch had been surprisingly soft, and you’re loathe to admit you’ve dreamed about it every night since.

But you also knew he was a man. And most men you’d met, even if they belonged to a mammalian species, were distinctly uncomfortable with the idea of menstruation.

“Uh, no particular reason,” you shrugged half-heartedly, finally finding the laundry powder you needed and pouring some into the appropriate compartment of the machine. The bright green bottle of fabric softener was easier to find.

You’d mentioned once how you missed using it, the smell in particular, and on the next supply run, there it was amongst the rations and parts. You hadn’t asked for it, but he’d remembered anyways.

“Why are you doing laundry?” he nodded at the machine. Dammit, he was suspicious.

“Well, it’s just been a while since I washed my bedding. Don’t want to be gross,” you made a face at the last bit. Not only was the conversation making you uncomfortable, but also the growing wetness between your legs. You were grateful for your black leggings and tunic, disguising the mess.

“You washed it eight days ago.”

Shit, why did he have to be so observant?

“Look, maybe I was eating in bed–which, I know, I know, crumbs lead to pests–and I might have spilled a little something is all,” you tried, putting on your best sheepish face. It was working, it seemed, he pushed off from the wall and headed behind you towards the galley. But before you could start the unit, he had slid in between you and it, popping open the door, and pulling out your blanket.

“Blood?” he inspected the fabric.

Suddenly you were pressed against the wall of the ship, gloved hands flying over your body. But not in the way you’d dreamed about that one time. This was clinical, urgent.

“Where are you injured?” he knelt in front of you, searching for any obvious wounds, any signs of pain. The visor of his helmet was tilted up at you, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“I’m not injured,” you pushed his hands away from your arms. “Please Mando, I’m fine.”

He stood up to his full height but didn’t let you go. “You’re bleeding, you’re not fine. Tell me what’s wrong now, or I’m taking us to the nearest starport to get you checked by a medic.”

Your face burned. Why did you have to work for the one person in the galaxy as stubborn as you?

“I’m not injured,” you reiterated. “I’m-I’m menstruating,” you mumbled out, staring at the grated floor below you.

“What?”

“Dank farrick! I’m menstruating,” you practically yelled at the shiny surface you’d come to consider as his face.

He immediately took a step back. Great, now he’s disgusted and wants nothing to do with you.

“Look, I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable, but you’re so kriffing nosey…” you trailed off, crossing your arms across your chest and trying to seem aloof. Not like your damn hormones were making you want to cry and scream and eat all the cold rations all at once.

“I’m not uncomfortable. I’m sorry for prying,” he spoke softly.

“It’s okay,” you chewed on your bottom lip.

“You should go clean up.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, slipping away towards the fresher and made it inside before you broke, the tears streaming down your face. You weren’t sure why. Mando wasn’t mad at you, he wasn’t shunning you. He almost seemed to care.

Stepping into the spray of hot water, you allowed your tensions and emotions to diffuse into the steam around you. As red swirled around your feet and down the drain, you couldn’t help but think about what softness might lay under all that beskar.

Eventually, you cut off the water and dried yourself with one of the threadbare towels hanging by the door. It wasn’t until you were ready to step out that you realized you’d forgotten to get clean clothes to change into. So you wrapped the towel around you and hoped you could get back to your makeshift bunk before you started bleeding everywhere.

But when you opened the fresher door, there was a stack of neatly folded clothes settled right where it would be impossible to miss. And on top, an absorption pad. Your face heated at the thought of your big scary boss going through your quarters to find you clean clothes–clean panties, you realized–and a pad. As horrifying as it was, it was an overwhelmingly sweet gesture, like the fabric softener.

He’d chosen well for you: a pair of soft, loose-fitting pants that tapered at the ankles and an old but soft t-shirt you’d had for ages. You were also grateful he hadn’t brought anything frilly or lacy from your underwear collection, not that there were a lot of options like that, but rather a simple pair you’d chosen to match your skin tone. He hadn’t brought you a chest cover, but you didn’t mind so much. The t-shirt was large enough that you felt modest even without one.

Running a hand through your damp hair, you checked that your blankets were still cycling through the laundry unit before slipping into the galley, making sure to step heavily in your bare feet to announce your arrival. Once you’d almost snuck up on Mando when he’d been eating, sans helmet, and you weren’t anxious to repeat it.

But he wasn’t sitting around the table. No, he was standing in the small kitchen. And something smelled really good.

“Are you cooking?” you asked incredulously, sliding into the bench by the table.

It was easier to read him–at least from behind–when he wasn’t wearing his cowl. You could see his shoulders stiffen before he turned around and fixed you in the icy crosshairs of his visor.

“Yes. It’s an old recipe, the warriors in my covert who have cycles say it helps.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. It was inarguably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Here,” he grabbed a steaming cup of something from a nearby workbench and set it in front of you. It smelled of cinnamon and herbs, and reminded you of Mando himself. “Behot shig. It’ll help.”

You took the container in your hands, allowing the warmth radiating from it to seep deep into your bones. It tasted similar to the tea of the last planet you’d been on, but without the sickly sweet aftertaste. A heady buzz settled into your veins and you sighed.

“Thank you.” You finally managed the words you’d wanted to say for the last hour, staring deep into the amber liquid.

He was quiet for a moment, save for the breathing of his respirator and the crackling of whatever was on the stove.

“You’re welcome.”

While you waited for him to finish the meal, you pulled the holopad from its place in the wall and began running your daily diagnostic check.

“The main cooling unit is down again,” you groaned, leaning your head against the wall in frustration. If the cooling unit wasn’t working, the hyperdrive would suffer a catastrophic failure, and you’d be in deep shit. “I could have sworn it was the condenser coil, but I replaced it last week. At this rate, it’s gonna be cheaper to replace the whole unit.”

Mando grunted as he set a plate full of food down in front of you. It looked good, you could smell the spices and the colors were far more vibrant than what you were used to in ration foods.

“I’ll take care of it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Mando, please. I may not be some hardcore Mandalorian warrior lady, but I can still do my job.”

He was silent for a minute. You imagined you were looking right into his eyes, although there was no way to tell. This was a stare-down. And maybe he was stubborn, but so were you.

“Ok,” he agreed quietly, “But take it easy. Let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t see much of Mando for the day, which wasn’t necessarily odd. But usually, he’d check in on you once or twice throughout the day just to make sure you weren’t ruining his ship or dead. Aside from passing him in the hallway once, you didn’t see him all day. He seemed to be busying himself with a project in the bunkroom, his personal quarters. You’d only been inside a few times, and never more than a few minutes at a time.

It wasn’t until you went to get your blankets from the laundry unit and found it empty that you thought anything of it. Okay, maybe Mando was being nice and put them back in your makeshift bunk. But they weren’t there either. In fact, all of your belongings were missing and the little space between crates that you’d transformed into your own personal nest was closed up.

If ever you were going to lose your cool on Mando, it was now. You’d woken up early, spent damn near three hours shoved in the tiny, unbearably hot compartment next to the broken cooling unit. Your back and stomach were killing you despite the painkillers you’d taken earlier in the day. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep.

That’s how you found yourself close to angry-crying as you pounded on the door to Mando’s quarters. You wanted your stuff, you wanted your blankets, and most of all you wanted to sleep.

“Mando!” you hit the door with the side of your fist as hard as you could, producing a satisfying banging sound. “Where’s my shit, dammit?”

Suddenly the panel slid open and you were able to catch yourself before hitting him square in the chest plate. Not that it would have hurt him, just embarrassed you.

“Come here,” he ordered, stepping aside for you to enter his personal quarters. You eyed him warily, like a mouse entering a lion’s den.

You followed his gaze–well, what you assumed he was looking at–to the wall opposite his bunk. Where before there was just empty space, a blank wall, was a new cot.

Now, new may have been an understatement. It was semi embedded in the wall, like Mando’s own bed, and you could see where he’d cobbled it together from spare parts. The mattress wasn’t anything spectacularly luxurious, but it had been made up with your favorite blankets. Your favorite feature was perhaps the privacy screen.

“This morning reminded me of my promise, when you first joined my crew, that I would get you a proper bunk,” he spoke behind you, watching you admire his work. Behind the modulator, you could almost detect a hint of nervousness.

You turned to face him, biting down on your lower lip to keep from crying. “It’s wonderful, Mando. Thank you,” you whispered. It was truly the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. He was literally making room for you in his life.

“If you feel you don’t have enough privacy, we can figure something else out. I’ve been-”

“Really, it’s perfect,” you grinned, earlier anger forgotten. “You’re sure you have enough privacy? I don’t want you sleeping with the bucket on just because of me.”

“When it’s dark…” he moved to the control panel by the door, hitting a blue button and plunging the room into darkness. The only source of light was the same blue button on the wall and a green button on the door to the fresher. “You can’t see me.”

“Perfect,’ you nodded, not sure if he could see you.

He hit the button again and you winced as the lights came back on. You stared at each other in silence for a few moments, neither one of you with much to say.

“I, uh, I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” you said awkwardly, wrapping your arms around your middle and trying not to wince as another cramp rolled through you.

“Your things are in your trunk tucked away there,” he gestured to a small compartment where you could see he’d placed your belongings.

“Thanks,” you smiled once more and knelt to gather some sleep clothes.

“You can use the fresher in here if you’d like,” he said almost awkwardly. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Before he could get out the door, you were on your feet again, grabbing his arm. He was unfamiliar with this kind of contact with you, and you felt like he might snarl at you like a wild animal. But he simply fixed you with his visor’s gaze.

“Thank you. For everything,” you said sincerely, offering a small smile. He grumbled something under his breath and left you standing by your new bed.

Alone again, and finally close to the peaceful oblivion of sleep, you began preparing for bed. First, you went to the fresher to relieve yourself and change your absorption pad before pulling a favorite pair of sleep shorts from your collection. Stripping down to your underwear, you shimmied them up over your hips and began rummaging for a tank top you knew was in there somewhere.

You’d just found the elusive garment and stood up to put it on when the door slid open. A yelp of surprise escaped your lips and you heard Mando say something unfamiliar in Mando’a before quickly shutting the panel back.

“I’m sorry,” he called through the comms unit on the other side of the door. “I brought you something.”

You tugged the shirt over your head and tried to slow your heart rate as you made your way to the wall panel, opening the door to let him in.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. You could tell from the tilt of his helmet that he was not looking at you. Not even as he handed you a water bottle, a painkiller, and some strange pillow-like thing. It was almost tacky on one side, and the other was metallic, and yet the whole thing was soft and flexible.

“It’s alright,” you set the items on your bed. “I’m sure there’s going to be an adjustment period for…this.”

He nodded, turning to survey the room. It made you giggle, to think that the big bad Mando couldn’t even look at you now. You’d imagined his face a million times, but now you imagined him blushing.

“I’ll leave you alone now,” he grunted, leaving you with your thoughts.

You took the painkiller and drank most of the water. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and you could feel your eyelids drooping as soon as you slipped in. As you lay on your back, staring up at the rough metal seams and fastenings above you, you wondered what the hell this thing was that Mando had brought you.

Then you remembered. The second bounty he took after hiring you. The locator was taking him towards Hoth and he’d picked up some extra supplies to deal with the extreme climate, including a personal warmer.

You lifted your shirt at the bottom and pushed your shorts down slightly so you could lay the tacky side of the warmer against your skin. It was only a moment later that you found the controls, and you sighed in relief as warmth spread through your lower abdomen.

You hated to move once you finally got comfortable, but you still needed to turn the lights off, so you hauled yourself over to the panel and hit the button before fumbling your way back in the dark. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. It was so fast that you forgot to draw the privacy screen.

When Din finally returned to his quarters, now your quarters too, he reminded himself, he was careful to listen for movement. He certainly didn’t want a repeat of the evening’s earlier incident.

He’d never been so kriffing embarrassed in his life. Except for maybe later when he caught himself thinking about your tits as he ate his dinner. They were just so perfect and soft-looking. He’d only seen them for half a second, but he knew they’d haunt his dreams for years.

He felt dirty for thinking of you that way. You were his employee, his coworker,  his friend. But Din liked caring for you. He wanted to do so much more than he did, than he could, but he knew you wouldn’t allow it. It would be inappropriate for a superior to look after his subordinate like that. 

Sometimes he wondered if you harbored anything for him other than friendly cooperation. Like the time he’d come back from his hunt on Hoth half frost-bitten and you’d insisted on staying awake with him until his vitals returned to normal. Or the one time you made him dinner, a secret family recipe you’d called it, and sat blindfolded across from him as he ate, just so you could share a meal with him.

But then he reminds himself that you don’t even know his name. And he doesn’t know much about you other than your name.

So Din resigns himself to maintaining a professional relationship with you as he opens the door to the living quarters. All that’s thrown out the window the minute he sees your sleeping face tucked softly into your pillow, legs curled up in front of you. Soft breaths leave your mouth and he can see the lights of the warmer from under the blanket.

As the door shut behind him, plunging him into darkness, he removed his helmet. He’d been living aboard for so long, that it was easy to find his way to your side even in the pitch black.

He leaned in, placing a kiss to your temple. “Good night, mesh’la,” he murmurs into your skin.

[rabbitcruiser]

Spider-Man Day

How  will you celebrate Spider-Man Day on August 1? It’s important to remember one thing: with great power comes great responsibility. Now, you, a Spider-Man fanatic, have all the power in the world to celebrate one of the most iconic comic-book superheroes of all time whichever way  you want to, so don’t take this responsibility lightly. This is your gift and your curse!

Created by Steve Dikto and Stan Lee, Spider-Man is Marvel Comics most iconic character for the past 59 years. For all true fans of the web-slinger, August 1, 2023 is the day on  which you can appreciate what Spider-Man has brought to your lives.

However, you chose to celebrate Spider-Man Day 2023 don’t forget to share your thoughts with us.

When is Spider-Man Day 2023?

“Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” is celebrated on Spider-Man Day on August 1, 2023.

History of Spider-Man Day

Everyone  loves Spider-Man. And how can we not? Spider-Man entered the comic-book  universe in issue 15 of Marvel Comics’ “Amazing Fantasy” in August 1962  and has been a major player ever since. The groundbreaking story caught  the attention of readers when it featured an awkward, antisocial teenager as its superhero — a description typically associated with sidekicks. But this bold move turned out to be a boon for creator Stan Lee, who touched the hearts of a generation of kids who felt lonely, rejected, or had difficulty making friends. Spider-Man proved that anyone can be a superhero and, even after being around for about 60  years, he’s still as popular as ever.

Spider-Man got his own comic series, “The Amazing Spider-Man,” in March 1963. The titular character rose to popularity and quickly became integral in the ever-expanding  Marvel Universe, engaging with regularly featured characters like the  Human Torch, the Incredible Hulk, and Daredevil. The supporting  characters in the Spider-Man world were equally interactive and  colorful, enthralling readers who developed soft spots for them. This includes J. Jonah Jameson, the anti-Spider-Man editor-in-chief for the “Daily Bugle” newspaper, Spider-Man’s love interests Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson, and costumed villains like Doctor Octopus, the Green Goblin, and Venom.

Spider-Man became a fast-expanding franchise, his heroics no longer able to be contained in single monthly issues. Spidey’s frequent crossover storylines with other Marvel characters led to the creation of the bimonthly series “Marvel Team-Up” in March 1972,  which ran for 150 issues. Spider-Man teamed up with nearly every  high-profile superhero in the Marvel Universe in this ongoing series.

“Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man” was the fourth installment comic series of Spider-Man’s continuing adventures. It debuted in December 1976 and ended after 263 issues. One of the most memorable events of  this era was Peter’s marriage to Mary Jane Watson.

We all know  Spider-Man is fast, but his momentum in the comic world was soon noticed  by Hollywood as well. Sony Entertainment purchased the rights to Spider-Man, and brought him to the big screen in May 2002 with the movie “Spider-Man.” With Tobey Maguire playing the friendly neighborhood superhero, the Spider-Man movies paved the way for the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the superhero movie genre. “Spider-Man 2” was released in 2004 and broke box-office records, followed by “Spider-Man 3” in 2007,  which ended Director Sam Raimi’s trilogy. The franchise was rebooted  five years later, with “The Amazing Spider-Man” in 2012, starring Andrew Garfield.

Next, Spider-Man made his debut in the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the third act of “Captain America: Civil War” (2016). Young actor Tom Holland breathed life into the web-slinger, who had been neglected due to the ongoing legal issues and character rights between Sony Entertainment and Marvel Studios. The latest Marvel movies featuring Spider-Man are worldwide blockbusters “Avengers: Infinity War” (2018) and “Spider-Man: Far From Home” (2019).

Spider-Man Day timeline

1962 A Hero is Born

Stan Lee comes up with the idea for Spider-Man and the character first appears in a comic as a supporting character.

1963 First Independent Comic

Spider-Man gets his own comic, "The Amazing Spider-Man".

2002 Spider-Man Goes to Hollywood

Spider-Man gets his own movie franchise ("Spider-Man") starring Tobey Maguire, Kirsten Dunst, and James Franco.

2010 Broadway Special

"Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark" debuts on Broadway in NYC.

2012 Meet the New Spidey!

"The Amazing Spider-Man" starring Andrew Garfield premieres, followed by a sequel ("The Amazing Spider-Man 2") in 2014.

2017 Third Time’s the Charm

"Spider-Man: Homecoming" premieres, starring the new Spider-Man, Tom Holland.

Traditions

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is celebrated with exciting events, movie marathons, and trading of collectible comic book issues featuring the superhero. Spider-Man gets the approval of both kids and adults,  which makes him so likable and relatable. Kids don their Spider-Man costumes and toy web slingers, whereas grown-up enthusiasts wear more elaborate costumes to celebrate events and parties.

Spider-Man comic books that are rare and collectible are traded and sold. Special issues are also available at some comic book stores. With the release of  the latest Spider-Man video game, gamers and online streamers host playthrough sessions of the latest and older Spider-Man games. Today is  also the day where traditionally we see many masked marauders make news  headlines around the world as they attempt to climb walls and buildings —  but don’t try this at home (or anywhere for that matter), kids!

Spider-Man Day By The Numbers

10 tons – the weight that Spider-Man can bench press.

200 mph – the top speed at which Spider-Man can run.

#15 – the issue number of the “Amazing Fantasy” comic book that Spider-Man first appeared in.

2002 – the year in which the Spider-Man movie franchise was released.

#290 – the comic issue of “The Amazing Spider-Man” in which the superhero married Mary Jane.

1963 – the year when Spider-Man’s first solo title “The Amazing Spider-man (Vol. 1)” appeared on shelves.

700th – the issue number at which Volume 1 of “The Amazing Spider-Man” ended in December 2012.

8 – the total number of Spider-Man cartoon series.

1 hour – the time it takes for Spider-Man’s web to dissolve.

250 – the IQ level of Peter Parker.

Spider-Man Day Activities

Have a Spider-Man movie marathon

Throw a Spider-Man party

Parkour!

Depending  how far back in time you want to go and which producers/directors you  prefer, you could easily spend an entire day watching movie adaptations  of Spider-Man comics. Perhaps you and your friends could watch and compare the latest releases, both Spider-Man and The Amazing Spider-Man  and discuss which version is better.

Invite  your friends over, decorate the house and get the silly string  web-slinging devices ready 'cause it’s party time! To really make your  party stand out, try some Spidey-themed food like deviled eggs with paprika shaken into the shape of a spider. To keep the adults happy, try making the Spider-Man cocktail mixed with cherry and raspberry  liqueurs, tequila and a sprinkling of pop rocks.

Ever  wanted to leap and fly like Spider-Man? While swinging through New York City with a series of webs isn’t quite realistic, the growing trend of parkour can be done, right here and now. A mix of gymnastics and  dancing, building up your parkour skills means flipping, sliding and  jumping through the city just like Spidey.

5 Super Facts About Spider-Man

Spider-Man was originally Fly-Man

The only spider people like

It’s in the name

Venom was born from fanfiction

Changing times

Initially, Stan Lee wanted to create a superhero based on a fly or insect.

Head of Marvel Comics, Martin Goodman disapproved of the concept of Spider-Man due to the fact that most people hate spiders.

Stan  Lee specifically placed a hyphen in Spider-Man’s name to avoid  confusion between ‘Spiderman’ and ‘Superman’ as the latter was rather  popular at the time.

Spider-Man’s nemesis Venom was created as fan fiction, and purchased by Marvel for $220.

Spider-Man is the first independent teenage superhero who was not a sidekick to an adult superhero.

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[gyupremacy]

Whine & Dine | myg.

↳ Pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader

↳ Genre: smut, minor angst, fluff

↳ Au(s): established relationship

↳ Word Count: 858

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning: oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, gagging, facial ejaculation

↳ Summary: Yoongi forgets the date night the two of you had planned due to the stresses of being an idol. You decide to make different dinner plans.

↳ a/n: The first fic of the baljinciaga era, woo-hoo 🎉! I feel like I say this alot, but sorry for being so busy and not posting in almost a month. The school year is winding down and I'm prepping for final exams and graduation, but I hope to get more stuff out once it's over. Enjoy the fic!

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Applying a second coat of blush nude lipstick to your lips, puckering them in the mirror and taking a look at yourself.

Your hair was in fine condition thanks to the wand curler that sat less than a feet away from you on the sink counter.

Tonight was your monthly date night with Yoongi and it happened to be a particularly special one. He had recently come home from Vegas after the last of the concerts wrapped up.

You could tell these past couple of months had been stressful on him, so you wanted nothing more than a relaxed evening with just the two of you.

Still primping in the bathroom, your beloved boyfriend soon appeared in your attached bedroom.

"Wow! You look amazing, Y/N." Yoongi said, coming towards the door and taking you in.

"And you look… ready for a nap?" you remarked.

He was wearing a standard green t-shirt paired with gray suits. His hair was messy and by the look on his face, he wasn't sure what to make of your previous comment.

"A thank you would have been nice." Yoongi laughed.

"I'm serious, babe. Do you know what tonight is?" you asked, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet.

A look of confusion played on his face, until he realized the date and his eyes widened at the realization.

"Tonight's supposed to be our date night, isn't it?" Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples from frustration with himself.

You could tell he was disappointed at not remembering the occasion, but you could also tell he was exhausted.

"It's okay. I know you've been stressed these past weeks since you all came back and you're a workaholic as it is." trying to add humor to the moment before continuing on.

"But you need to take time for yourself or you'll end up feeling miserable." you say, holding his face in your hands.

"I mean it, Yoongi. You've been through so much and I can't live with the thought of seeing you like this." you press a kiss to his lips.

"Y/N, you're right. I've been working myself to the bone because I feel that if I don't, there's nothing else." Yoongi said with a hint of sadness.

"Baby, you'll always have support whenever times get rough. You have the guys, your family, and you have me." you begin to lower yourself to the ground on your knees.

Yoongi didn't hesitate to tilt his head back and curse under his breath at your actions. It had been awhile since the two of you had sex and the lack of contact was starting to get to you both.

"You treat me with so much respect, like a queen almost. It's about time you get treated, my king." you say, pulling down his sweatpants.

You bring a hand to his now hardened member, pumping his shaft a bit. Smearing the oozing liquid from the tip, you licked a stripe along the side of it.

"Fuck! Maybe you should start treating me more often, Y/N." Yoongi bit his lip, grabbing a light hold on the top of your head.

"That's the plan, Mr. Min." you quirk your eyebrow back at him and take just the tip in your mouth.

You bob your head up and down at an achingly slow pace. Your flushed out boyfriend takes notice of this and you start going at a faster pace.

"Right there, right fucking there, baby!" Yoongi moaned.

He grabbed the back of your head like before, but guided you up and down his member at his own pace. Your eyes stay trained on him as you start to gurgle spit.

"Forget dinner, Min Yoongi's a better meal." you purr against his skin.

Taking him back into your mouth, Yoongi began to twitch inside of it from the praise he was receiving.

"If you keep this up, Y/N, I'll come in any minute." he warned, watching you continue your movements.

"Maybe that's what I want, baby." you say quickly, grabbing hold of his thighs and squeezing lightly.

"Oh shit, I'm getting close!" Yoongi moaned even louder than before.

You took this as a sign to take him out of your mouth and jerk him off towards his orgasm. His eyes were slightly closed as moans turned to whines.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Yoongi grunts as he empties himself on your face.

Letting go, you swiped a finger across your face, tasting him.

"Thank you so much for that, Y/N. I definitely needed it." he smiled, regaining his breath and laying back on the bed.

"I'm happy to help and I meant what I said earlier." you reminded him, grabbing a tissue to clean off.

You came back and grabbed his wrist, fiddling with his hand and fingers. You kissed each knuckle then settled right beside him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Yoongi asked, grazing your shoulder.

"What is it babe?" you mused.

"You had a chance to have your dinner, but I'm still waiting on mine." Yoongi flipped you over, so he could be in between your legs.

Now you were glad that you skipped out on that dinner date.

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