#i also kept forgetting to make a public post about this. sorry. here yall go

[jpivblog]

set up an image gallery 4 ur own website:

hello. with the instability and uncertainty of the various social medias in use today, its been the "cool new thing" to get back to doing the "cool old thing" and make custom html websites again. independence!

my friends have asked me how to set up an image gallery type thing for their own websites enough times that i made this tutorial a while back:

uhhh if this link breaks in the future for whatever reason let me know and i'll update it lol

why use glightbox over the zillion other image gallery lightbox things out there? well at the time this was the best one that suited my preferences: it has clickable arrows on the sides, an X button, keyboard left/right controls, a caption/description box, didnt require you to get a noncommercial license, etc. nowadays you could probably look into implementing something more modern like https://photoswipe.com/, but you're on your own there.

[toshis-puppycat]

Hello Again Part Five

A/n: I am so sorry this took forever for me to post, I don't always feel amazing and its been hitting a little too hard recently But here I am again! Its good to be writing for Toshinori too, I've missed writing for him 👉👈 I hope yall enjoy and commissions are still open! Thank you all so much for being patient with me! <3

Summary: It hurt, remembering. And unfortunately danger was coming.

Ashido looked incredibly excited seeing the big three. You could see the dots connecting in their heads about them. Even Yaoyorozu said what you knew they were all thinking 'Still in school, but practically pros already. They're the students they should be chasing after.'

From what you'd heard about these students, they were that good. You could see them saving people already. You'd also heard about their previous sports festivals. Ahem, Togatas approach to things because of his quirk certainly made things interesting to watch. (I.e. when they showed you the footage you looked away mildly embarrassed at how Togata had to strip down for his quirk). But getting the title of "The Big Three" takes hard work, and you knew that because of it these students worked especially hard to achieve that.

"Get to it. Introduce yourselves briefly." Aizawa said, beginning to point at one of the students. "Let's start with Amajiki."

The boy gave an intense look to the class, one that you could tell scared them as they all sat a little straighter in their seats. He started shaking and quietly talked to the others. "Its no good. You two go. I just can't. Even if I try to imagine them as potatoes, I can see their human bodies. I know that they're still people. No words are coming out. My minds blank and my mouth is dry." You could tell the other students were confused as he shook. "I can't say anything. I wanna… go home." He finished turning to face the wall. You could definitely understand that part. You were mentally begging to check out yourself. The lack of sleep along with the overall stress still affecting you was a lot. But you were going to hold out. You'd sleep later. You were barely paying attention to the students talking, well mostly Hado asking a ton of questions to all the students. It was rather cute of her, she sounded like she should in your opinion. Young, without the major stress involved with being a hero since she's still a student she only gets the glimpses, and nothing has been severe enough recently. Only All Mights last battle, and well you tried not thinking about that tidbit. You tried not thinking about All Might at all. You only checked back in as Togata told the class that they had to fight him, all at once. You all made your way to the gym, watching him stretch and prepare. Although you didn't know much about the third years, you could tell the students weren't taking it seriously. They have fought pros, and they've fought legitimate villains. But right now that didn't matter. They needed to see the ones that are close enough to the level of pros. The ones they have to strive to be. At least Midoryia was taking it seriously. You knew he felt like he was missing a lot. And he wanted to strive to be better (like someone else you knew), you pushed the thought away, just as he rushed Togata. You blinked slowly at the sight. Was that… his clothing just falling off? Hmm, no wonder he stripped before doing anything during the sports festival. Poor Jiro, and well all the students. You remembered how red your face was seeing All- you had to push that thought away. That was slightly embarrassing for both of you, and well… again you didn't want to think about him right now. You felt your heart throb. You missed him. You didn't pay much attention to the actual fighting. It hurt. It hurt thinking about him. You bit your lip. It wouldn't do well to break down in front of everyone. You were strong, so you grit your teeth and pushed the feelings down. You could see Togata beating the crop out of all the students. Few were still standing. Now they were taking it more seriously. This kid put in hard work to be able to get everything down to a pat. Midoriya did well though, predicting exactly where Togata would be. But it wasn't enough, as all of them ended up defeated. Togata would have to work on that predictable part of his attacks. Villains would kill for someone that predictable, and although it took Midoryia actually analyzing the situation, a smart villain would do the same eventually. Or they would listen to someone who could do what Midoriya does. And it could get him killed. He was fast, but an unfortunate reality was that eventually, he wouldn't be fast enough. Someone would be faster, and it won't end well. Permeation. It was actually a good quirk to have with the right training, and well the spirit that Togata has as well. To be fair any quirk would be a good quirk to have, especially with the right help on how to train it. It was why you're a hero. You learned as much as you could, trained like hell, and overall just did your best. You turned everything you experienced into the power you showcase whenever you used your quirk.

"Let's get back to class now. Say "thank you"." Aizawa said. All the students yelled it happily. They were beyond excited at the prospect of work studies. Before the three third years left, you ran after them.

"Togata!" They all turned at you.

"Oh cool! You're that hero that disappeared 20 years ago right? How'd that happen? How are you feeling now?" Hado asked you hurriedly. You gave a smile.

"I'm doing just fine now." A lie, but you weren't telling children what you were feeling. No matter how close they felt to you in age. "Togata, I've got a favor to ask."

"I can help however I can!" He exclaimed. Easily giving you a blinding smile.

"You're interning under Sir Nighteye, right?" You asked.

"Yup, I sure do!"

"Great. The next time you're planning on heading over to see him, mind if I tag along? Eraserhead mentioned to me that he might need a healer on his end for things." You asked.

"I sure can ma'am." He replied easily, still giving a carefree smile.

"Great! I'll see you when that happens then alright?"You smiled at the group. "You guys are doing amazing, and Amajiki it's alright to be anxious. Just remember you have support available for you alright?"

"Y-yes ma'am." He replied, hunched over.

You ran back over to the first years leaving the gym. Trailing behind them, you finally succeeded pushing away the negative feeling at least.

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In the safety of your own room you allowed yourself to finally relax. You were still trying to hold back though. The day was long, and it was difficult to not just break down again. Everything was just hitting you too hard. Thrown into the future, everyone busy and you still having feelings for All Might but him… he moved on. Of course everyone would. You were gone for 20 years. But it hurt. It… it hurt so much. You felt the tears gather in your eyes and sobbed. Your whole body was shaking, and you weren't breathing in properly almost hyperventilating at how hurt you were. The feeling wasn't going away for even a moment. You could just feel more agony, you wished. You really wished that he didn't move on. That you weren't thrown so far into the future. That your childhood friend didn't abuse his children and wife so severely. You wished that you were just better than you actually were. Alas you were just you, you were thrown in time. And you couldn't reverse it.

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As the days passed it was getting harder to avoid him. You kept walking out whenever he would walk in. You really couldn't handle being near him. You were just avoiding the eventual confrontation that would happen. Avoiding him telling you he was Midoryias father. And then you especially wanted to avoid the press coming to U.A. all together. They could… probably figure something out, and you didn't trust the press too much. You didn't want to see something portraying you as some young gold digger hero trying to ride the coattails of a more experienced pro. You weren't trying to do that at all. You were a good hero on your own. But not a lot of people knew about how you showed up. It could easily be figured out with research, but even then it could still be spun around as such. Or the public view of you could turn to that even if it's not said or even hinted at. You cut your thoughts off. It would do no good to dwell on it. Not when the guest came in.

"Don't worry on my account, Mr. Aizawa. I wanna get a feel for what dorm life is really like, so there's no need for them to act any differently from normal." Was all you heard as you walked by, giving a polite nod to the reporter and exiting the dorms.

Avoid it. Don't even think about it. Ignore it until you could be alone. Don't let anyone see you break. You needed to be strong.

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You didn't really need anything, you left to mostly wander around. Get a true look at Musutafu and how it's changed over the years. Everything was looking a little better, people were safer. 'Toshi did a good job protecting everyone.' You thought. A symbol of peace didn't exist when you were a kid, just heros doing their best. He truly changed the game for what heros could do. But it wasn't all good was it? You could feel it, the way certain people were staring, how they interacted. There was some underlying tension between people. It was subtle but you learned early to read things like that (you tried forgetting how you learned that, not good to think about that right now). Today you were going to figure out what happened with Kotaro. You needed to know if he was okay. If he was able to be happy, if he was able to become who he wanted to be. You really hoped he was able to. Then you could see him! And spoil him the way you had planned when you were younger. And you could apologize to him. You could finally make it up to him. For missing out on so many things for him. All you had to do was look.

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You made your way to the detective you'd talked to when you first came to. He was honestly the only one you could talk to in your opinion. He knew you already and understood that you were, by all means, a time traveler, so you trusted him. Toshi trusted him too. Don't think about it. You walked into the police station. You were going to be just fine. You were thankfully easily able to get his attention.

"Ah hello y/l/n. Its good to see you."

"Hello Detective. It's good to see you too." You replied. You stood by awkwardly, watching as he began sorting through paperwork. "I uh know we don't know each other that well. And this might be awkward but I need to ask for your help." You continued. He turned towards you a little panicked, (He knew you were avoiding Toshinori, mostly because the man himself came to him panicked about it, and well you looked exhausted) you didn't register that though, looking down at your feet. "I know we don't know each other that well. But… I really need your help to find someone." You clenched your fists. "He means a lot to me and he was hurting so much before I disappeared. I need to apologize." You looked up at Naomasa with pleading eyes. "I need to apologize to him Naomasa." He looked a little awkward at that.

"I can't help you like that." He said, and you looked away. "I can let you know if I ever hear about him though. It won't look good if I give out his address. But I can keep an eye out for you and let you know." He put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him again. "I'll help as much as possible, just give me the name I need to keep an ear out for."

"Shimura!" You exclaimed in excitement, not seeing how Naomasa froze. "Its Shimura Kotaro!"

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It was easy to get you to leave after he said he'd help you find Kotaro. He… he couldn't tell you what happened to him though. Not now. Not when you looked at him like that. And you just barely knew about Shigaraki. Plus it was too shocking to know you knew Nanas son. He could hold off on telling you for now. Just so he could figure out how he could. He hoped you didn't figure it out before then. And well… he had to tell Toshinori you knew his mentors kid. How the hell was he going to do that?

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You were walking back with a little more skip in your step. More excitement than when you left the dorms. Naomasa said he'd help you! You would see Kotaro again. You'd be able to hug him with all the love you had in your heart. Things were finally going to be looking up for you. Finally, things will go right! Just then someone ran past you, and you heard someone cry out "My son!" And everything stopped. There were villains you truly believed could be successful if they had gotten help. But you drew the line when it involved children. You knew how devastating it was to be hurt so young. You immediately began chasing after the person who ran past you, flicking your wrist to have water rush to the child in their arms. They stopped running, pressing a knife against the young boys neck, as they turned towards you.

"Don't think I won't cut him you dumb bitch!" They yelled. They didn't notice the water. And they probably thought you were just some civilian trying to play hero. You narrowed your eyes at them.

"You don't have to hurt them-" they cut you off.

"If you come closer I'll slit their throat!" They snarled at you, the child in their arms was sobbing. Absolutely struggling to contain their tears.

"Its gonna be alright kid. I'm here to keep you safe alright?" You said to them. They looked at you and their lips were wobbling. You gave a reassuring smile. "Besides. They're not a cool villain at all are they? Their situational awareness sucks." The villain narrowed their eyes at you and was about to start screaming again, when you finally made the water move forward fully and covered the little boy in their arms. The blade wasn't even able to touch his skin. Not even a little nick as you forced the child out of their arms and into yours. The villain gaped at you, then tried to turn and run. But you already made sure they were trapped by another flow of water, plus using their own blood to hold them back.

The boy was sobbing in your arms and the mother was finally able to catch up to you, sobbing and reaching out. The boy was able to drop in her arms instantly, with a wobbly voice calling out "mom!" She thanked you profusely after that, and you both waited for police to show up. And you were almost scolded, until they realized you had your license and Naomasa greeted you by calling out your hero name. You and the mother gave your statements as they arrested the person who tried kidnapping the little boy. Kidnapping was a strong word though, they just knew it'd be harder for anyone to catch them if they ran with a kid in their arms. Afterwards you were going to walk off, but a tug at your shirt stopped you. A small hand clutching the lower half of your shirt. He had a small scrape on that hand.

"Thank you for saving me, Ms. Siren." His voice was still wobbly, still shaken up. But he was giving you a bright smile. The mother was smiling at you both, with a grateful smile on her lips and mouthing her own thanks to you.

"Kid, I've gotta thank you too! You were so brave!" You said, crouching down to get a better look at him. "Can I show you a little trick?" You asked, gently grabbing his scraped hand. He gave you a confused nod, but his eyes lit up seeing you create a flow of water and covering his hand with it. Any stinging he felt in his hand vanished in an instant, and his eyes widened in glee.

"Whoa… Ms. Siren you've got the coolest quirk!" He yelled. You didn't see it. But someone walking by saw you heal that little boy, and you didn't know it, but he was working for Overhaul. You wouldn't really know it until much later, unfortunately. But you went back to the dorms, running into the reporter who was just leaving and giving a respectful bow to him. You were safe at the moment. Unknowing of what was about to happen, and how your life was about to change again.

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"Boss." A voice called out, getting the attention of a man holding a little girl covered in bandages. He nodded in acknowledgement. "There's a new hero out and about. But I think she'd be quite useful to us." He said. The other man passed the little girl off to another person, gesturing them to take her to her room.

"I'm listening."

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[astronomyparkers]

The Upside of Falling Down {II}

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! Thank you so so much for the positive response to pt. one of TUoFD!!! I’m so so so glad you guys liked it!!!  Just to let you guys know, I’m going back to university in a few days, so I won’t be as active as I’d like to be :( I made a full post about it here, so check that out if you want to know my update schedule and ask answering schedule.  Also, shout out to everyone who is going back to school this year, and I especially want to send all my love to everyone going into their freshman year at university!!! I get lots of messages from you guys asking for advice, and I just want yall to know that I am so proud of you for continuing your education, and I’m rooting for you!!!  You’re killing the game, yall.  And I’m sure university!Peter would be proud, too (didn’t know there would be so much discourse around where I decided to send him for university??? lmao oh well).  All my love.

{masterlist}

You had been in awkward car rides before.  There was the time that eight year old you threw up all over your friend’s cute older brother on a family road trip, or the time when you had accompanied your cousin and his girlfriend on a lake trip where she said no when he asked her to marry him.  Once, on a high school band trip, you accidentally gave a boy a boner the night before travelling home, and spent the rest of the next day avoiding him over the entirety of the bus and the plane rides with the help of your friends.  All of those experiences were sufficiently awkward, but, you had come to learn, none of them compared to the bus ride back to Columbia after you discovered that your biology partner was Spider-Man.

Each of you were tense in your stance, not allowing any parts of your body to touch the other, even on the small faux leather seat.  You kept your gaze glued to the scenery outside your window, watching as the trees by the side of the road flew by.  You were hyper aware of Peter next to you as he sat with his arms crossed, eyes firmly staring at his planted feet.  He hadn’t shifted since you had settled into your seats an hour and a half ago, and neither had you.  In your mind, you couldn’t help but reply the event that had unfolded in the cave, your discovery, and what had followed.

The moment the words, “You’re the Spider-Man,” had left your lips, you knew that you had crossed a line in yours and Peter’s relationship (a relationship that should have been over by the end of that field trip.  A relationship that shouldn’t even be big enough to have lines.)  As the boy stared at you with a mix of shock, anger, and fear, you had wished, not for the first time in your life, that you weren’t so impulsive and curious.  You had to know the answer to everything the moment you asked a question, and it had always gotten you into trouble; this, however, had been the first time that the need to know the answer had been at the cost of someone else’s safety.

“I knew this cave was a dumb idea,” Peter had started running his hands through his hair anxiously. “I knew this was going to end badly, I could sense it—”

“Is that your Spidey Sense?” You interrupted him before you could stop yourself. “I read an article on arachnids last year that mentioned how spiders can sense things with the little hairs on their bodies, through vibrations—” Peter had given you an incredulous look, and you bit your lip. “Right, sorry.  Not the time to discuss arachnid abilities.”

“Y/N,” Peter grabbed your shoulders, gripping them tightly as he looked into your eyes.  The fire raced again from where he touched you. “You can’t tell anyone.  No one can know about this.”

You had taken a step back at that moment, out of Peter’s reach, as you tried to focus your thoughts. “No shit I can’t tell anyone!  I shouldn’t even know!  Parker, seriously, this just made our relationship so much more complicated than it should be.”

“Are you really blaming me for saving you from a fall to your death?” Peter asked in disbelief, crossing his arms.

“No, I—” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No. Thank you for saving me.  I’m sorry, but I don’t really know how to react in this situation, okay?  There’s no WikiHow on what to do when you find out your biology partner is Spider-Man.”

“How do you think I feel?” Peter had laughed once without humour, raking his hand through his hair again (it seemed to be a nervous tic). “Only three people in the world outside of the Avengers know about my abilities, and they’re all people I would follow to hell and back.”

“Well, how did they react when you told them?” You questioned, wondering if there was a correct response that you weren’t seeing.

“I, um—” Peter looked at the ground sheepishly. “Well, Aunt May and Ned kind of…walked in on me in the suit.  And MJ just…figured it out.”

“So you’ve never actually told anyone on purpose?” You scoffed. “Parker, for someone with such a huge secret to keep, I thought you’d be better at actually keeping it.”

“I—we shouldn’t even be talking about this,” Peter had glanced around the cavern, then at the passage behind him. “We need to go catch up to the class, but I need you to promise that you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.  Seriously, Y/N.  Just…forget what happened in here, okay?  Pretend you didn’t see anything, please.”

You sighed in defeat. “Fine, I promise.  Lead the way out, Spider-Boy.”

Peter flinched, shaking his head. “Don’t call me that.”

 By the time the bus pulled up to the school, he still hadn’t said a word to you, and the moment the vehicle had parked, he was out of his seat and heading towards the front of the bus.  You stared at his retreating figure with a mix of curiosity and perplexity.  Despite thinking about the events of the day the entire ride back to Columbia, you still had trouble wrapping your head around what had transpired.

You made your way off the bus and back to your dorm, shutting the door tightly behind you. Yesterday, Peter Parker had barely been a blip on your radar, but now you couldn’t get him off your mind.  You knew that he wanted you to just forget about everything that had happened, but how could you?  You were curious and inquisitive by nature, and had to know everything about everything.  There was no way you would be able to make yourself forget about Peter’s secret, nor would you be able to stop yourself from trying to find out everything you could about how he got his abilities and what it was like as an Avenger.

 You passed the rest of the day in your dorm, researching Spider-Man and watching clips on YouTube. You’d seen many of them before, but now that you knew who was underneath the mask, it was like a whole new perspective. Like you’d only ever seen the videos through muddy, streaky glass, and now you were watching them clearly for the first time.

Whenever Spider-Man was hit or seemed to be hurt, you felt your breath catching in your chest. It had never occurred to you that there was a real boy in there—a bit of an annoying boy, if you were being honest with yourself, but a real one nonetheless—and knowing the face underneath the mask made you so much more anxious.

For the rest of the weekend, you tried to put that anxiety behind you, and continue with your regular routine.  You met with your study groups, you went for lunch with friends, you stayed up much later than you should have (with the help of three pots of coffee) to make study cards for an upcoming physics quiz—overall, a typical weekend in your life.  Who cared if you were now a keeper of one of the biggest secrets of someone you barely knew?  It was fine.  Everything was fine.

Except, it wasn’t, because it seemed that while you were dedicated to keeping things as normal as possible, Peter had decided to become dedicated to watching your every move. You could tell he didn’t trust you with the knowledge of his powers from his body language on the bus ride back to campus, but your theory was confirmed that weekend.  No matter what you were doing, or where you were, Peter seemed to show up.  He was sitting in a corner with a book and a coffee cup when you met your friend Sadie for lunch at a café on campus.  He was typing away on a laptop (and peering at you from over the top of the screen) while you and your study group compared notes in the library.  On Sunday night, when you opened your door at 11:30 to pick up more creamer for your coffee, Peter was standing outside, trying to act like he hadn’t just been standing patrol outside your dorm room.

“Okay, Parker, this is getting weird now,” You rolled your eyes and shut your door quietly behind you, trying not to disturb the other students in your building. “When your stalking was happening in public places, I could ignore it, but camping outside my dorm room is a bit much, even for me.”

“I’m not stalking you,” Peter shook his head and crossed his arms, following you as you began to walk down the hall.

“Oh, sorry, does it have a fancy new name now?” You raised an eyebrow. “Like how people are saying they’re ‘alt-right’ instead of Nazis?  What would you call this, non-consensual hanging out?”

“Surveillance.” Peter cut in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. “I need to make sure you’re not spilling my secret to anyone.”

“Listen, I’m not the Avenger here, so I don’t really know much about surveillance and secret keeping,” You shrugged your shoulders and flipped your key through your fingers over and over. “But I would think that surveillance is supposed to be more incognito than following me everywhere in plain sight.  And a secret doesn’t stay a secret if you keep bringing it up.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Peter replied angrily. “A virtual stranger now knows the most private thing in my life; excuse me for being anxious about it.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You questioned, crossing your arms. “That always helps when I’m anxious about stuff.  I’m down for talking about it, if you want.”

“I feel like that’s not a good idea,” Peter shook his head, causing you to sigh in return.

“Parker, come on, I already know your big secret,” You rubbed a tired hand across your eye. “What else could possibly come out from talking that could be more dangerous for me to know?”

Peter didn’t respond. You uncrossed your arms and held out the key card to your room.  The boy stared at the card uncomprehendingly until you spoke.

“Here, I’m room 29B, although it seems you already knew that.” You held out the key card until Peter took it, looking back up at you with confusion still in his eyes.

“What—?”

“I have to go get more coffee creamer, and the convenience store is only open for another—” You pulled out your phone to check the time. “Twenty-seven minutes.  I’ll be back in about ten, so just…make yourself at home.  I’d say don’t go snooping, but…I feel like I don’t have a right to say that?  If you did, at least it would make us even. Sort of.”

“Oh, yeah, because going through your panty drawer to find your diary is totally the same as knowing I’m a superhero.” Peter nodded his head sarcastically.

“Actually, my diary is underneath my mattress,” You began walking away, throwing a smirk over your shoulder as you left for the convenience store. “It’s my vibrator that’s in my panty drawer.”

 The convenience store employee’s name was Isaac, who was a fellow student.  He obviously seemed to be having a rough night, as he was slumped over the counter nursing a cup of coffee the size of your face.  You greeted him as you entered the store, heading to the refrigerated section.

“Hey, Y/N,” Isaac yawned as he scanned the plastic container you set on the counter. “Ooh, caramel flavour.  Splurging tonight, aren’t we?”

“What can I say; I live a life of luxury,” You smile wryly as you hand over a few dollar bills. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks, big spender,” Isaac took a sip of his drink. “See you in Calc on Tuesday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You picked up your creamer and waved goodbye, exiting the store.

 You made your way back to your dorm room as fast as you could, pulling your hoodie tighter around you in the chilly night air.  When you reached your door, you raised a hand to knock, but paused upon hearing Peter talking inside the room.  Intrigued, you pressed an ear to the door, trying to stay as silent as possible.

“No, I haven’t told Mr. Stark yet,” Peter’s muffled voice seemed irritated. “Why?  Ned, are you crazy?  Because he can’t know that some random girl knows about me!”

There was a pause, and you assumed the person on the other end of the phone call (Ned—that was one of the people that knew Peter’s secret identity) answered back.

“I just—I just have to make sure she won’t tell anyone,” Peter sighed, and you could hear him pacing slowly. “I’m kind of freaked out, man; I don’t even know her. It would be different if it was Liz or someone I was friends with.  When MJ found out, at least I knew that—hey, don’t tell her about this, okay?  I’ll never hear the end of—you already told her?” Peter groaned. “Oh, come on, Ned, whose side are you on?” Another pause. “I don’t blame you, man.  If I had to choose sides, I’d pick MJ, too.”

Deciding you had heard enough, you raised your hand to the door and knocked quietly a few times. Inside, you heard Peter’s pacing stop.

“She’s back, I have to go,” Peter whispered, but you could still make out his words. “I’ll talk to you later.  Good luck on your coding test.”

A moment later, the door opened up to reveal Peter, curls a mess as he stood back to let you in. You entered the room, surveying your home to see if anything had been touched or moved.  Everything looked to be in place…except for your diary, which was laying on top of your bed and opened to the middle of the book.

“Find anything interesting?” You asked, making your way to your coffee maker.  You began filling a coffee filter with grounds before starting the machine up and turning back around to face the boy.  Your diary was more of a venting space where you kept track of classes, exams, dreams, and events of the day.  You didn’t expect Peter to find any deep, dark secrets.

“Not really,” Peter shrugged, not bothering to pretend he hadn’t sorted through your personal items. “Except for the fact that you have really weird dreams.  What’s up with that one about the cat and—”

“I read a lot of books with talking animals as a kid,” You interrupted, crossing your arms as your coffee maker beeped from behind you. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair (seriously, this kid was going to make himself bald before he was thirty if he kept doing that). “Cream and sugar, please.”

You made a cup for Peter and a cup for yourself, making sure to be very liberal with the cream and sugar (you actually didn’t like coffee that much, but it kept you awake). You handed a mug to Peter and sat down on your desk chair, surveying the boy.

“So,” You blew on your coffee before taking a small sip. “Tell me about your friends.”

“What?” Peter’s brow furrowed as he took a sip of the drink you handed to him.

“Look, I was happy to never be more than casual classmate acquaintances with you,” You rested your head on your propped up hand. “But then all this spider bullshit happened, and you decided to stalk me—”

“Surveillance.”

“—so it’s obvious that we are now in each other’s lives.” You finished, glaring at Peter when he interrupted you. “I’m worried about you in the suit, you’re worried about me telling people about you in the suit…we have to coexist somehow.  As annoying as it may be.  So tell me about your friends.”

“But why—?”

“Because knowing practically nothing about you makes this a lot weirder than it already is!” You snapped, setting your mug down on your desk. “Do you know what you’re supposed to know about acquaintances?  Their name and, like, where they’re from.  That’s pretty much it.  Do you know what I know about you?  Your name, where you’re from, and the fact that you’re fucking Spider-Man!”

“Keep your voice down,” Peter hissed, glancing around the room. “Dorm walls are fucking thin!”

“Like.  Full disclosure?  This entire thing is freaking me the fuck out and I’m trying to stay calm, but it’s still weird.  So, Parker, for the last time,” You inhale deeply and breathe out slowly. “Tell me about your friends.”

Peter sighed, took another sip of his coffee, and began to talk.  He told you about his best friend, Ned, who was in California majoring in computer science at Stanford, and his other best friend, Michelle (“But we all call her MJ.”), who was a political science major at Princeton (“Didn’t Michelle Obama go to Princeton?” “Why do you think MJ picked it?”). He spoke about his aunt, who had raised him all his life (you didn’t want to ask about his parents; you had a feeling it was a touchy subject.), and a little about the Avengers.  But just barely.

“Mr. Stark is kind of—” Peter cut off his sentence abruptly, glancing back up at you. “Um. I don’t think I should talk about that.”

“Whatever, Parker,” You twisted your hair into a bun and tied an elastic around it. “You should probably get going, anyways.  It’s late.”

Peter nodded and stood up from his seat on your bed, setting his mug down on your desk.

“So,” He began as he walked to the door. “I’ll save you a seat in class tomorrow?”

“Why?” Your eyebrows furrowed as Peter opened the door. “We’ve been sitting apart for the entire semester so far.”

“No matter how many cups of coffee you make me, or how many diary entrees I read,” Peter paused in the doorframe. “I don’t know if I’ll ever really trust you.  No offence, Y/N—”

“Some taken?”

“But I still need to keep an eye on you.” Peter walked through the door and set a hand on the doorknob. “So I’ll save you a seat in class tomorrow.  Sleep tight.  And don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

You watched in disbelief as the door closed in your face, and Peter Parker was gone.

{part iii}

[voidhater-blog]

concerning void/null/data/diavolo/outsider

so if you didn’t know, I’ve made something similar about void ONCE BEFORE, because in general, they’re was gross and a known abuser. they’s generally came back yet again and has accused me of shit yet again and i told them there would consequences to their actions if they didn’t make a public apology so here we go again on this road..... especially in claims that are up on this page ( archived ). more to be added and feel free to expand on this if needed

this post is about tumblr user leemte ( leemtea ) / voidleviathan / @saintpretense​ / floaras / shvbon / vcoalesce / nbgiornos / twobased /goethartig / goddessfavor / @oholiness and others.

here are several other posts about this person: here, here, here, and the blog

tw for pedophilia accusations, sexually explicit talk from a minor, and death threats & suicide encouragement. 

YES THIS IS ME!!!! What do you expect, literally you have suicide baited your way into making your friends say ( noah in question, bunny in question ) saying they wanted to shoot me. their reasoning after i confronted them about it ( you never apologized hmm ). BUT LETS NOT FORGET THAT YOU WANTED US DEAD AS WELL.

remember how you said i wanted you to kill yourself without any proof but you turned around and said this in the same chat that you conveniently cropped out of your cute little chat!!! sorry that we wanted to stop being friends with you so you called us pedophiles and ERASED OUR MENTAL ILLNESSES YET AGAIN!!!

BUT REMEMBER HOW YOU SAID WE WANTED YOU TO KILL YOURSELF? WHERES THE PROOF I EVER SAID I WANTED YOU TO KILL YOURSELF?

but yeah okay!!! so lets talk about this conversation [ Part One & Part 2 ] in question, when i found out that void was saying i fetishized my own abuse and erased my status as a CSA Survivor and A Incest Survivor ( Note they’ve removed this from the callout post after I told them i was gonna out them for the disgusting being they are but :) ) which i admitted to on a public twitter.

( proof this exists via my original reblog of the post calling them out on it before they edited it, which the admitted to removing in the logs )

anyway i apologized to them for my lack of ‘civility’ for this whole thing as you can see in the logs, but here are some caps just incase yall need more.

anyway i can’t believe i have to snatch their wig yet again but heres some more shit of them lying about being poor. so first things first. lets talk about where they live and about how they are a habitual liar. so first off, they sent themselves doxxing anons, so that they could garner symapthy from myself and my significant others and tried to blame it on me. im the only person who knows they were @ leemte & leemte. i don’t know their address but they sent me this.

HMMM YOU PLAYED YOUR SELF BITCH!!! Heres the cap they showed me upclose and personal. so the discussion of where they live, they’re many times have said to the people they rp with that they live in a predominantly brown and poor community. nijmegen is not a predominantly brown and poor community, according to someone that lives around the way ( a mere train ride away at that ), said that it was and i quote ‘ white and rich ’

hmmm??? void what is the truth void??? what is the truth!!! you can find some testimonials from the black working person in question here.

in other news, in regards to that page they have up. here is peaches who they stayed with for 1 month, who is significant others with PERSON A ( who will now be refered to as person a, as they have said they didn’t want to be involved with void anymore or felt comfortable with void anymore, it’s taken them 6 months to speak out about void’s abuse and now void is PURPOSELY drawing them into this even though they know THIS ) Sibling’s ( Named Gem ) Girlfriend who they stayed with for a while ( they are Aegis of Man and Gem is sparrowhearted )

( links one / two / three for readability )

not only do i have recorded testimony of void throwing hissy fits (which i can give out if needed) but also the fact that void purposely did not shower or put on deodorant during their stay. so this SMELLY BALD PIMPLE FACED LITTLE RAT sexually pressed person a and disparaged them for coming out as masculine and would not use masculine pronouns for them. heres you yet again being shitty to trans boys you transphobic piece of trash

and lets not forget you being openly sexual at 16 with people who didn’t want to, there are multiple receipts buddy of shit like this where people would try to get you off their back about your disgusting rape fantasies but helen, wait theres more: here is you yet again admitting that youre a fucking liar

BIG TALK HERE: VOID IS A FUCKING LIAR.

remember these:

cause:

void accuses noah of giving no reciepts but yet they dont give any that are of realness, i didn’t even have void on skype anymore but their name still pops up as the display name as it does last time i talked to them. case in point:

im not friends with sage but their skype name still comes up this way ( IN GROUP CHATS )  and on mobile you’d be able to see the skype or live usename and ims one on one ( on the COMPUTER ) will still have an icon / show their profile picture even if yall aint friends no more, but void the reciepts you have have no username and no icon. STOP SAYING THAT PEOPLE CAN’T SHOW CREDIABLE PROOF IF YOU CAN’T! you literally cannot sit there and say that noah won’t give proof when you don’t give proof for all your claims. if you shell out some credible proof then i’ll apologize but other than that, we all know YOU’RE GROSS and there’s NO PROBABLE cause to believe you cause you’ve lied in the past. PLEASE DO NOT DICTACT R*PE SURVIVORS BECAUSE YOU GOT YOUR FEFES HURT YOU SMELLY ASSHOLE.

they emotionally manipulated their friends into saying shit about us because they ACCUSED us of being pedophiles & pedophile apologists. me & dallas & hades, have called them out before hand!!! literally cause we outted them for being a gross rat, they accused us of being pedophiles & apologists & fetishizers but here we are again, more of  void having the same rhetoric, being scared of being called out and pulling the SAME STUNTS: thinking that we’re not going to retaliate against them. 

but nah it’s not happening against that. either way: their mom aint no acholoic, they stole that from the kids they hang around. they treat their mom like crap, they masturbate on calls and fake moan on calls cause they’re gross little shits. this shit has been recorded but unless yall want me to upload this shit, i’m not listening to it again. they’re a gross habitual liar, a fucking thief and a faker.

they pretended to be jewish, poc, poor, and otherwise just so they could have a minority card. ( x ) ( x ) ( x ).

these are all reciepts from people that they wanted to live with, who have sent them money have have purchased places with the intention of getting void into their country to live with them because void convinced them they were POOR & ABUSED. they talk about all this shit but literally as i’ve said in the first callout post, they intiate this shit -- they cry abuse when you don’t date them and they harass when you admit that you’re asexual and too old for them. proof via creepy ass tweets ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

either way, lets not forget their cute little paypal statement, which was said by that time they were still in america. they didn’t show their balance, but they showed they got 100 MORE dollars out of no where ( not from commissions mind you ) and they did nothing ( while in america ) but spend 30 dollars at a time on kinguin limited ( WHICH IS FOR STEAM KEYS AND SHIT, LMFAO  WHAT AN IDIOT. ). yall they are trying to play us!!!!

aaah this is funny because the formal charges are about you sexually pressuring someone that kept telling you NO NO NO. And getting 100S OF FUCKING DOLLARS ON CLAIMS OF BEING POOR.

but okay all of this shit is basically void calling themselves out again, like i aint even got time for it. this is my piece about me. theres more shit about you but its not my place to get into it, and you better be glade PERSON A doesn’t want to be bothered with you anymore or like i said, you’d BE FINISHED. ending point: bitch 6 months ago i left you with shreds of your nasty fucking blonde wig, and your naked mole rat looking ass COME BACK with this shit, but here i am again DESTROYING YOU. if you ever try this shit again believe me i just wont be dissecting your pitiful little post but i WILL be dropping that heavy shit nontheless.

anyway if you can take the time please report the page leemtea for slander / abuse / invasion of privacy.