#oh to have a 24 hour society

[lunarflare64]

I think the amount of jobs should be doubled, in the sense that people have to work half as much, but I also think it should be doubled again, in the sense that the world needs to stop focusing on you diurnal fuckers so that nocturnal folk can actually do things aside from just working night shift during dark hours

[ghostampede]

“you were fine two seconds ago, what are you, bipolar or something?” “he was just a sociopathic and psychopathic weirdo so of course he killed people” “she’s such a fucking narcissist, what a bitch”

im on my knees begging to please just do the smallest bit of research into psychological issues before using them jn conversation cause what the FUCK

[noxtivagus]

i get distracted so easily but i promise i'll get more done ! eventually aaaa 🫶🏼

[autumnmobile12]

The League of Morons vs A Summer Camp

All right, so I love the hell out of this nonsense and I want to talk about the Vanguard's plan and how ridiculous it was.

First, most of the crew showed up a night early and…well, then what?  That first night, Dabi says they’re still waiting on a few more people to arrive.  Okay, so what are you all doing here already?

Did Kurogiri warp them back to the bar after they’d gotten a look at the place?  Scouted the area a bit?  You needed seven people for that? Were they that bored waiting for Twice, Compress, and the Nomu to show up?  What were they doing in the 24 hours between this part and the actual attack?  Standing on that cliff and muttering,  “Heroes…”?

Was Toga all, "Guys, I'm tired. Can we go back to the bar already?"

Spinner: "No, as villain protocol dictates, we must stand here menacingly for a minimum of twelve hours."

Dabi: Fuck you, I'm going to bed.

Except for being a scare tactic, having Dabi start a fire was mostly unnecessary. Their goal was to further weaken society's faith in heroes by targeting UA students, so you'd think he'd be a little more proactive in...well, actually harming someone. As it happened, the fire really only to served to announce there was an attack happening.

But I’ll throw the Vanguard a bone here and say this was Spinner’s doing.  Like their original plan was to start a massive fire that would consume both classes and all the heroes in a singular tragedy, but then Spinner said,  “Hey, pump the breaks, people.  We’re here to uphold Stain’s ideals about toppling the corrupt Hero culture.  Do we really want mass child murder as part of our brand?” Sure, he wanted to go after Iida, but he was a specific target since he was on Stain's hit list.

The two copies Twice made of Dabi were virtually useless in a fight since Vlad and Aizawa both took him out so quickly it was embarrassing.  And yet he’s apparently a big enough threat that No. 1 and No 2. can’t handle him.  Go fig.

Endeavor/Hawks:  Oh, no, he’s too strong…

Aizawa/Vlad:  Listen here, you little shit!

...

Muscular goes and reveals their plan even though he didn’t have to.  They all saw the Sports Festival, they knew what Bakugo looked like, and yet here he is asking Deku where he he can find Bakugo as if he was going to answer him.  Yes, he didn’t think there was any harm in telling him since his plan was to kill Deku anyway, but alerting UA to the fact they were looking to kidnap someone is still just hubris.

Going after Bakugo in the first place was a dumb idea.  We can probably credit that one to Shigaraki because only he would look at the violently temperamental teenager raging on national television and think,  “Yes, he seems like a reasonable person to negotiate with.”

...

Gonna drop in some actual light criticism here: Given the inequality issues that arise in the series later, targeting the heteromorph students for recruitment purposes would have been a smarter move for the LoV.  They’re all part of a demographic that has a justified reason for being dissatisfied with society, so there would have been a believable chance of the LoV thinking they could sway some people to their side.

But hey, the League of Villains was on a learning curve. Give 'em a break.

He totally saw Aoyama here.  Or at least he heard him because he clocked that there was something weird about that bush and he was going to go check it out…and then Twice distracted him and Dabi has an total ADHD moment and forgets what he was doing.

And it's not because Aoyama was the spy. Nobody in the Vanguard knew.

1.) Shigaraki says he tried and couldn't figure out where the camp was, but AFO figured it out relatively quickly. So if even his successor doesn't know who the spy was or called on that resource, then why would AFO tell anyone else in the group?

2.) Moonfish, Muscular, and Mustard were all apprehended, but none of them ratted out Aoyama, as someone with nothing left to lose would. Neither did Kurogiri when he was later apprehended, but that one may have been a loyalty matter. So I think this was a case of AFO saying, "I have a source of info and you don't need to know who it is." Because at the end of the day, AFO is an arrogant narcissist who's definitely not placing all his eggs in one basket. Aoyama wouldn't be an easy spy to replace, so of course AFO would want to limit any chances of him being exposed.

So this was Dabi's screw up.

Speaking of forgetting things, Dabi also straight up forgot they had a Nomu because he thanked Twice for reminding him they had a Nomu.

Sir....how the hell do you forget you have a Nomu?

Toga was supposed to get blood from at least three people.  She failed.

Twice had a simple job. Create clones. He succeeded, but the only two he made were Dabi and I refer you to the previous point on how useless they were.

Spinner and Magne’s roles were a diversion. Distract the Wild, Wild Pussycats and give everyone else the opening to find and kidnap Bakugo.

They did pretty well. Up until the point they were almost caught and Kurogiri had to bail them out. Also Spinner lugged the giant, over-the-top blade contraption all the way there only for Deku to destroy it.

However, they do deserve some credit for making probably the best strategic decision of the group that night, and that was taking out Pixie Bob. We saw on the first day of the camp that she was able to hold back a class of twenty students with an army of earth creatures she was simultaneously controlling. That would have been a huge problem, so for the purposes of their team, good on them for removing that obstacle.

Underrated squad members right here.

Mustard was a legitimate threat for same reasons Dabi and his fire was a threat, plus he brought a firearm into the fight. (I want to know what the other villains thought when they saw that.)

But instead of putting him in the center of the fight where he could do some significant harm, they placed him on the outliers and all he did was knock some students unconscious and everybody made a full physical recovery, showcasing the gas he emitted wasn’t all that lethal and didn't cause any long-term complications. (Again, maybe this was Spinner's idea of Stain's ideology on not indiscriminately massacring children. "Guys, I'm telling you! That's fucked up!")

The Nomu (effectively brain dead without orders) did more damage than any of them, which makes the previous point that Dabi forgot they had it even funnier.

And finally, Mr. Compress was missing for half the night and then almost came in clutch by fulfilling their main objective plus extra credit, only to nearly blow it with his showboating. Seriously, they could have gotten away with both Bakugo and Tokoyami had they just booked it while the going was good.

But no, Compress had to make a dramatic production of it. When he first snatched the kids, he could have just left and Deku and company would have had no idea what happened. Had he just kept his mouth shut and left, they wouldn't have known he even existed. Then as the Vanguard members were leaving through the warp gates, he goes and does it again, giving Aoyama enough time to fire at them with his navel laser, something that also could have bee avoided had Dabi just checked the fucking bush!

The Vanguard Action Squad won by sheer dumb luck and their collective incompetence actually succeeding is the most hilarious thing about this arc. In the end, three members of their crew were arrested.  (Although I think everyone was secretly relieved they lost Moonfish.  Even if he was on my side, I’d be actively worried that guy would kill and eat me in my sleep.)

Yet this self-important twerp is smiling like they actually did something to be proud of here.  All Dabi really accomplished personally was grab a marble (coincidentally the correct marble) before Shouto could, which is borderline more standard older sibling behavior than actual villainy. He literally lost two separate fights in one night and called it a win.

This arc was a five episode Scooby-Doo trap going wrong and succeeding.

Seriously, I hope that after the warp gates closed, they all just looked at each other and immediately started calling each other out on everything. Like Dabi slapped Compress upside the head and asked him what he'd been thinking having 'one last bow' before they got away. Spinner yelling at Dabi about how the clones did nothing. And there's Bakugo all, "I can't believe I've been kidnapped by a gaggle of morons."

Fake it till you make it at its finest.

[finalfrontierpublishing]

So it's been a while since i posted any books - mostly because i've been hiding my progress like a little sneak.

I just finished this bind last night of The Desert Storm by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, or really it's volume 1 out of like ??? 15, maybe. Please take whatever i say with a pinch of salt (I have had 0 sleep for more than 24 hours, and that tends to make me a little very sleep-deprivation drunk a.k.a. unhinged). Okay, on to thoughts! The Desert Storm was foisted onto me by @celestial-sphere-press who told me under no uncertain terms that I WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT. Well, I did. This more than 1 million word epic about Ben Fuckin' Kenobi is pretty much god-tier fanfiction. It reads like a goddamn novel. I can never think of canon again without thinking that this good shit should be canon. I read it and then consumed half of it within a week, and I have zero regrets. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, i absolutely love you and love your writing. It is the best thing since sliced bread. It is better than sliced bread.

I also had the benefit of @celestial-sphere-press saying, hey would you want to use the typeset? MY GOD, i am grateful. I love this fic, i would have typeset it if it hadn't been typeset but Des did such a beautiful job that i am absolutely in awe and thankful that she and the author allowed others to use it. Look at it - it's so beautiful. I only had to think hey, i just gotta design the cover and et cetera and so the book happened.

Please also check out @celestial-sphere-press 's amazing post here and here, who is the only person i know who's started and is almost complete in fanbinding this epic, and is also making an author a copy of the entire series.

Some stats, if you will.

96215 words || 380 pages

Title font: Ghaomiec

I took some inspiration from starblight bindery's lovely desert scape as well as this amazing cover of Dune which i own. I love that the landscape emanates Dune vibes while being oh so Tattooine - just sand and heat, relentless loneliness and melancholy. This fic centres around Obi-Wan Infinite Sadness Kenobi so it needed SAD VIBES TM, which i tried to deliver in desolate landscape form.

Also thank the heavens for Renegade members, who in a masterful stroke of Group Buy Saves Money, managed to source extra-out-of-production colours of Colibri and help a fair number of us get really cool limited edition versions of bookcloth. I am now a proud owner of a lorge stash of Duo and Colibri of which i am now sitting on like a shifty dragon with a hoarding problem. Good luck getting your bookcloth now, Folio Society, ha ha (gloating)! This particular bookcloth is Colibri Copper which has been wholly stashed for The Desert Storm series. I am leaning on transitioning to Malachite for Rise and Fall when I get to it.

The front cover design was done with a stock image and converted to a PNG, which i then fiddled with and did some HTV magic with. It was remarkably easier to weed than expected. I tried something new and ironed the design on the naked bookcloth first before gluing it to the boards, which was a new challenge in making sure everything was aligned.

Endpapers are marbled endpapers (Renato Crepaldi) which I got from Hollanders, which perfectly fit the colour scheme of the bind. The only hiccup was as I was cutting, I realized the sheet was running in the opposite direction of his usual papers and half the size, and only yielded 3 A5 size endpapers and so my heart went noooooooooo. oh well. i guess i will use it for quartos.

Endbands are my favourite - silk in 3 colours in the french doublecore style (as i was binding this i did not have the mental capacity to handle the difficulty of 4 strands). the truth is i usually only can do 4 when I have higher brain function and am willing to spend 80% of my time unraveling it from getting tangled.

I also forgot to mention I had mild fuck-ups, I got glue on the front endpaper which I had to hastily remove with wet cloth, and the back square is preposterously bad but I'm ignoring it for now.

Anyway, i've actually managed to complete a few other binds which have not been mentioned here as they've all been gifts/ surprises or event books in some form. I am SO EXCITED, also because I am travelling in the latter half of July to San Diego and L.A. and I get to meet some bookbinding friends in the flesh. Renegade is fucking amazing y'all. I am ready to embrace these crazy lads who have enabled me for the last 1 year, even when i'm the solitary (1) weirdo from my country of origin in the server. Also... potentially bookbinding trip early next year??? I am enthused.

[akookminsupporter]

Namjoon gave a good interview to Vogue Spain and in it he said a few things that I thought I'd share with those of you who may not understand Spanish.

This was at the end of the article but I want to write it first:

One thing that needs to be made clear about this album is that, no matter how much the rumour mill is trying to spin it, it is by no means the end of the successful band. "Oh, I'm not leaving BTS. Absolutely not. This is the first time I'm launching a solo project like this, so I'm trying to stand up and take my first steps. But I'm ambitious and I have willpower. So I don't want to miss the opportunity to do both. So I will try my best not to lose control and steer these two ships at the same time. A lot of bands split up and fall apart, but I hope that doesn't happen to BTS. I just love the music, I love my job, I love the band members and I love myself. If I can keep both projects going, I think it can be something legendary in the long run".

Other important parts of the article:

"The k-pop industry hasn't stopped growing since we debuted with BTS [in 2013]. It's become a lot more complex and has brought a lot more people into its structures. I think there are a lot of lights, but also some slippery shadows. Many of us started our careers very early as a group: we slept and lived together as teenagers. We became a real family, which is great, but this culture has also affected me a lot, because sometimes I find it difficult to be treated as an adult who has autonomy in his decisions. I'm perceived as just another cog in the crew, in the context of a mass phenomenon",

Did you ever feel like you were getting completely lost in this delirium of success? "I used to think so, but the funny thing is that I am fully aware that it was my own choice to devote myself to the k-pop industry. Nobody pushed me into it. But yes, I have lost myself at times. Although perhaps saying this is an excess of 'self-empathy'. There is no answer. Except that, if k-pop is about recharging the batteries of a mass audience and I'm responsible for doing that recharging, then I have to keep my feet firmly on the ground. As an adult, as a musician and as a human being. And these ten years of my career have helped me define who I am and learn to love myself. But I'm still in that process, you know? All these internal struggles will be recorded on records and videos," he explains.

"Music is really necessary for the world, but, when it comes to my music, sometimes I feel like I'm producing something unnecessary. If I were to die tonight, I don't think anything would change. It might matter to some people for a while, but a farmer or a street sweeper is more relevant to the functioning of society. When I ask myself about the role of our generation in historical terms, when I look at all the digital platforms and communities out there, I am overcome with confusion. There are a lot of people who don't want to think. They have frenetic lives and turn to music or television to escape, so the last thing they want is someone trying to lecture them from a pedestal. In that context, I wonder how I can make my music matter. I haven't found an answer yet, but I keep trying to bring my own perspective to it.

As to whether he is afraid that the army he has on Instagram (42.4 million followers) might one day turn against him for a silly mistake or a blunder, RM answers bluntly. "Yes, it scares me. It scares me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. When I was younger I tried to come across as a cool guy who doesn't give a shit what other people think, but I don't think that's right anymore. I care about the publicity dimension of my career and the influence I can have on others. It stresses me out, yes, but I think I can handle it. That's why I don't retire or do things like go out and drink the night away and then drive drunk. I'm human, I can make mistakes, but I will do everything in my power to be the best version of myself. One of the keys is to treat this job for what it is: a job. I don't think artists have any special rights or status.

Note: if you would like me to translate another part of the interview, let me know.

[lenixsocial]

Watcher (and why nothing matters anymore):

So, in case you've been locked away under a proverbial bridge for a few days, Internet personalities Steven Lim, Ryan Bergara, and Shane Madej (known as Watcher) have elected to begin their own streaming service and ditch YouTube.

On the surface, that mightn't even seem like news at all.

After all, this sort of thing seems to happen all the time: The Try Guys left Buzzfeed to create their own company, Rhett and Link took the dive and diversified into paywalled entertainment a few years back with Mythical Society. Both of which however still rely on YouTube itself to generate views on the main channels, which funnel viewers into a FOMO type situation where "you can't miss" a special airing on the app (Mythical Society) or Patreon (Try Guys).

Watcher, in its infinite wisdom (stupidity, carelessness, unparalleled greed - take your pick) has decided that YouTube is pointless, and has moved ALL their content behind a paywall, claiming that the service was amping up to provide "TV quality programming", leaving only old content and the first episodes of the new shows up on their YouTube page as a subtle tease as to what you could get for $6/month.

It's now quite apparent from reading the comments section of their (now infamous) YouTube video, their official subreddit, and the tag on X that the fans were...not thrilled. The fingers began to be pointed within minutes. Name calling soon after. Then this blossomed into dissertations on why this was a horrible idea.

Then we found out that there was no app. Just a website. So you're paying for website access. Not a full blown streaming service to rival Netflix. Oh, and they don't even have their own servers, the videos are hosted by Vimeo. The deeper the comments section dug, the nastier the attacks got. Steven soon became the whipping boy. His past, his interviews, scanned and mercurially dug up for juicy tidbits (although all anyone gleaned from these was he's rich, was born rich, drives a Tesla in LA, likes fancy food, and has friends whom he values who are racist and possibly sexist and will not sever ties with them).

Then came the cries of incongruity. Shane Madej repeatedly said to "Eat the Rich", and here he was schilling for a platform that cost $6 a month. The cries began to pirate all of the new Watcher content because maybe he was under duress and was secretly telling them to do so. Fact is, I don't know if he was or what, but I'm certain he's under contract and wants his job.

Then came the videos from other internet users analyzing the video, and comparing this to the Try Guys situation with Ned a few months back. Both are disasters, each in unique ways with different players, and such like but here's the vast difference: none of this will even matter in a month.

Let me explain: We are in the total free fall stage of Watcher's Internet Streamer Service. What they do in the next 24-48 hours is crucial. If they revert back to their YouTube channel and apologize, they'll be fine. People will probably poke fun at them, but they'll be forgiven, eventually. But if they don't and they keep on, ignoring the fans, dousing the haters, and make it a month, I doubt we will see any resistance outside of a terse article or two.

Why? The collective memory span in this day and age is extremely short, many have likely already made judgment in their head and have passed said judgment. Therefore, they'll avoid the channel, and the streamer and will be blissfully unaware of any changes. Those who have joined up and paid will remain members, and those who have elected to remain subscribed will likely remain so and will watch the free content until they can afford the $6/month.

The thing is like it or hate it, if they decide to do nothing and ignore the public at large, they most likely will be fine. Maybe they will not have the hugest subscriber base, but people will forget about this. Something else major that is more salacious will spring up in the months ahead. Will there be lingering anger? Sure, but like I said before, these people have already passed judgment so they're already gone.

In an era of "nothing fucking matters" when your choices are sometimes entirely out of your direct control and are (at best) two sides of the same coin, it should be of absolutely no surprise to anyone that there is a fairly good possibility even after all that has transpired that nothing bad will happen. Lest we forget that old adage: "there is no such thing as bad PR".

Personally, I feel $6 is a tad much for a non-app based web streamer with little to no content. It was disingenuous to announce its launch internationally where even more people can't afford it, and some can't even view it. Steven wasn't upfront with who was in charge and now it really does seem like he's using the subscriptions to fund his international gallivanting. It's clear nobody wanted TV-show quality Ghost Files to take place in another country, nor did they want an old show revived with votes when you pay the first month's dues. They say it's a case of Watcher "not reading the room".

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh my god, that wine is 100% poisoned.

And they would poison her in front of all these people who are either in on it, or will go out of their way to cover it up 🤮

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SMART GIRL, MINGLAN!

DRINK NOTHING SHE GIVES YOU!!

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

GU TINGYE ISN'T EVEN AT HOME!! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING FOR THE THIRD FUCKING TIME???

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I am beyond pissed off here but honestly, I blame Minglan for this one. She set the precedent by taking in that last bottom feeder to appease these villains so why would they not try this bullshit again?

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Smh.

Just as I thought.

Minglan really needs to stop with the people-pleasing shenanigans and start murdering the bitches shitting on her doorstep.

***

I started watching this episode last night and had to stop because my head was absolutely pounding, and then it continued to pound all day today. It is now 18:10 and the pain has been persisting for at least 24 hours at this point, but I am momentarily medicated and feel like I can hold my head up straight if I don't move around too much, so I want to see where this bullshit is going. The righteous fury on Minglan's behalf will either heal me or transform the headache into complete agony. There can be no middle ground.

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"Best temperament" is code for "she lets us walk all over her and mistreat her in every way imaginable without fighting back and still begs for our approval" in this society from what I've seen.

Fuck that. Minglan, give them hell! Who needs a reputation for being a doormat? Your evil aunt is apparently out murdering people and no worse for wear, so you may as well tell them all to fuck off and live to see another day. Also, Gu Tingye will be proud!

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OMG, Minglan, please start showing that shiny spine!

It is episode 59, it is time to put this shit-stirrer in her place.

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LMAOOOO, GO OFF, MINGLAN!!

Nanny Chang wasn't enough for her, she had to come back for seconds, so let her have it!! 💪💪

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I am fascinated that she keeps murdering people and just... getting away with it.

And apparently, everyone knows and nobody does anything about it.

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LOL, Minglan has decided that today is the day to air ALL the dirty family laundry 🤣🤣

Take note, Madam Qin, if you don't get your act together, you're next!

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LMAO, now they are accusing Minglan of lying.

Too bad for them that this time, they've bitten off more than they can chew. Minglan will end them all.

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LMAO, where is this girl's father?

Concubine-born or not, how can she just kick her out of the house like that? Even if she were to marry Gu Tingye as a concubine, surely there must be some kind of process? At least have her pack her things and lend her a cart to carry them over? This just makes no sense, she went out for lunch at the neighbours' place with her stepdaughter in tow and just decided to dump her there. Who does that? Who allows it?

AND THE GROOM ISN'T EVEN AT HOME TO CONSENT TO ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT.

There is no chance any of this is above-board.

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Bitch, shut up.

Minglan should let more of you die and maybe you'll learn.

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MTE.

On the one hand, I feel sorry for the cousin, she is clearly being abused in her family home, but on the other looking to Minglan to fix it by SHARING HER HUSBAND WITH HER, OF ALL THINGS, AND ALLOWING HER TO SPY FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE OUT TO LITERALLY KILL HER is just beyond.

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Oh, shut up.

I see Nanny Chang is there. I trust Nanny Chang.

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Seriously.

Whether or not Cousin dies is not Minglan's responsibility, especially since they are asking her to resolve it to great personal detriment. Again, I ask, where is this girl's father? Also, is there no law whatsoever here protecting this girl? That fisherwoman accusing Gu Tingye's buddy of rape got a whole trial so there are definitely laws in place here and places to appeal to.

Aunt Kang is getting away with all this bullshit because people are letting her.

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Words to live by 💪💪

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OMFG, THEN GO AHEAD AND DIE.

YOU AND EVERY SINGLE OTHER ONE OF YOU WHO HAS TRIED THIS SO FAR.

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THIRD DAY, THIRD ATTEMPT TO FINISH THIS EPISODE 💪💪

I made it maybe 15 minutes last night before I had to turn everything off and rock back and forth in a dark room as I suffered. I eventually ended up vomiting, which was completely WTF. I've heard that this happens with migraines but this was my first time experiencing it and honestly? I don't think that this was a migraine either because the pain was not the stabbing agony with an aura they describe, but more like a constant throbbing pressure in my entire head. I get headaches often, and yes, they sometimes go on for two or three days, but I have never had one that was this intense, this long and so pain-killer resistant that I ended up vomiting because of it. It is now day three and I can still feel it throbbing in the background. My body is definitely trying to tell me something but I a not sure I am ready to listen 😔

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Minlgan is too kind.

If it were me in her position, I would not feel one ounce of guilt.

[fuck-customers]

Hello everyone. I’d like to give y’all a quick recap of my time in retail this holiday season:

-two guests tried to fight one of our online order guys, and from what I heard they absolutely provoked him and started the beef by stealing things from the order he was picking for

-had two female guests try to fight ME because I had the audacity to ask them why they were opening boxes of makeup, and management pretty much did nothing about it bc they continued shopping and got to checkout like nothing happened. Then had a leader, who knows nothing about my dept, try to come over and say it was my fault for not saying the exact right thing to her

-had a leader complain to upper management that I “don’t follow direction” bc she tried to come over to my dept, completely change the way we do shit by having me and my coworker switch areas (despite me telling her that our fucking SCHEDULE literally confirms that she is wrong, which she even later admitted herself???)

-had a lady throw boxes of makeup sponges at me

-had to tell multiple groups of very obviously rich and entitled teens/kids that is in fact extremely shitty to get the electric scooters meant for disabled guests and instead use them to race, play bumper cars, or stack three people in the basket on the front of it

Also. A VERY SPECIAL FUCK YOU to some specific customers. An hour after I got screamed at and threatened by the two customers I mentioned above, I guy walking through my area then drops an entire like 24 pack of topo Chico onto the floor and there’s fuckifn glass and water everywhere. Since I had just been screamed at and my leaders did nothing to have my back, I was little bit in a bad mood by the time the broken glass happened. Fucking sue me right?? Wel two guests who SAW ME cleaning up the glass (didn’t even fucking interact with me, I remember) and I guess thought that I didn’t look happy enough while I was doing that and decided to fucking FILE A COMPLAINT ABOUT IT.

Literally what fhe FUCK is wrong with you that you see a worker clearly having a very hard day, in the middle of holiday season, and you then think to yourself, “you know what? That worker needs to be smiling while being plowed in the ass by capitalism. And the fact that they’re not deriving physical, spiritual and sexual pleasure from their shitty retail job offends me so much I think I’ll have to complain about them and make it even worse.”

I even remember who might’ve complained too. Bc the guy that dropped the damn bottles in the first place didn’t even stick around to see it resolved (naturally) and so I didn’t even interact with any customers while cleaning it. HOWEVER, there was a couple standing nearby that when it happened, they immediately ran to his side like “oh man that’s so terrible you must be having a bad day? Are you alright? Do you need help?” So I guess fuck the person who actually has to clean this all up, no instead we should fawn over the jackass who broke all this glass and couldn’t even pretend he cared about it. Because that makes perfect fucking sense. Also love the casual implication that retail workers must be smiling deliriously all the fucking time and that I am not allowed to show any emotions besides that bc I am subhuman and not deserving of any grace or empathy. So dear customers who complained… I’m literally BEGGING the universe to fuck you over and YOU personally because if you truly had nothing better to do than scrutinize the facial expressions of a retail worker you never even interacted with, you are truly a waste of oxygen and are detrimental to society. I hope your nastiness comes back to bite you in the ass. I hope someone kicks YOU while you’re down and I hope it fucking sucks, you worthless piece of shit.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[poraphia]

"Once A Soot, Always A Soot."

Chapter 04 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.26.23 | 4103 words

➵ CONTAINING! the origin of how wilbur and reader met, child neglection, lovers to strangers angst, tommy being a clueless little soul

➵ SAYING! holy shit it actually pained me to write the last couple sentences of the chapter. i had so much fun writing this i immediately started working on chapter 6, and im also on the works of making the origin story of how they started dating so that’s going to be super fun :) message me if you’d like to be on my taglist for this series!

My masterlist :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“You never told me you had a lifelong best friend!”

We both smiled, but Wil and I could see it in each others eyes.

It was much, much more than that..

“Wilbur..?”

My mind was racing a thousand thoughts, but all of them screamed the same coherent thought. My eyes lingered on that white streak in his hair. The same hair streak I saw when Siren was sitting right up close to me.

It was all the same.

The same jawline.

The same mop of hair.

The same sleek body shape.

It was all there and right in front of me.

“Hey.. Uh, didn’t expect to see you out so late.” Wil chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “Were you just heading in? Y’know the shop is closing in like an hour.”

Quick, think of an excuse.

“Oh, um— yeah. I had a late night and was just in the area so I— I decided to go here.” I stuttered out. Though it was messy explaining, it was believable. Wil stood there, seemingly a bit nervous as his hands wrapped around the strap of his bag.

“Ah, yeah, I get those too..”

The tension was thick and awkward. If I wanted to break out of this thoroughly, I’d have to go with my lie. Which also meant another minute with Wilbur.

Or shall I say—

Siren.

“I-I’ll be going in now..” I muttered.

“Oh— yeah, hold on let me get the door for you.” Wil jogged to the door before I could get there to hold the door generously. I muttered a quick thank you before being met with the familiar chimes of the cafe. There behind the counter was Tommy, who was just cleaning the counter.

Audibly, I could hear a groan erupt from Tom’s throat before I approached the counter. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe what can I—” Tom turned around only to be met with my nervous expression and Wilbur behind me. “..Started for you. Hey, (y/n). What’re you..” He seemed to be trailing off as he maintained eye contact with the man behind me. He decided not to ask any questions.

“I’ll just have a flat white with two shots of espresso.” I dug into my bag and slid over $10 bucks. “Please.” Tommy nodded before taking the bill and stuffing it into the register. He proceeded to make my drink as I nervously moved side to side.

It felt like my heart was skipping beats. I thought these circumstances couldn’t get any worse. My childhood best friend, my first love, my ex, they’re all siren?! The dangerous man I see on the news near 24/7 terrorizing the city as he simply watches with a smirk on his face. It was all too overbearing to even think about.

“(y/n)?” Tommy snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, realizing I was still at the counter.

“Thanks, Tom.” I hastily grabbed the cup of coffee before taking a seat. I took a minute to myself, just sitting there with no type of expression on my face. All of these thoughts, connections, drawn out lines, they were all finally aligning, and it was as if just like that..

I figured out the dynamic of the syndicate.

I rushed to open my phone, and as if my thumbs had a mind of their own, I began to jot down every thought that ran across my mind. I didn’t let one bit of information be forgotten. Everything was going to be written down and stored in my phone, and God forbid anybody knows this information until it was ready for the world.

In a way I felt like I betrayed the hero society and all of L’manburg, knowing that I’ve dated the one and only Siren. And not only that, I’ve been associated, with the founder of the Syndicate.

That’s right.

If Wilbur is Siren, then it would be a god damn miracle if Phil and Techno weren’t associated with the Syndicate.

I haven’t seen Phil and Techno in years as well, but based on what I knew growing up, whenever Wilbur, Techno, and I would play, Techno would always be training or practicing with blades. He was nothing but a God at swordsmanship.

Blades.

If Wilbur was Siren, then Techno had to be Blade! That would explain the dynamic between Blade and Siren whenever on the battlefield. They argued like brothers because they are brothers. Shit, there’s no way I’m figuring all of this shit out?!

My hand covered half of my face, and I almost had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I was going insane because of this realization, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before this would drive me to the edge.

I couldn’t help but think about the past when I would spend nights sometimes at the Soot household. I remember the little lectures Phil would give Wilbur and me to keep the door open and if I was going to sleepover then Wil would have to sleep on the floor and I would sleep on the bed. That rule didn’t last long though. By the third time I was spending nights at their house, Phil would quietly creak open the door only to see Wil and I’s limbs tangled around each other like inseparable vines.

But these.. People.. Can’t be murderers. Can they..?

They raised me. They helped me understand the world better than any of my relatives could. They took me to the diner where I could eat tasty muffins— Hell, they were my family! But to be the leading members of the syndicate.. I..

“(y/n)? Are you okay?!”

The last thing I remember was clicking my phone off before dropping to the ground.

.

“Tommy, are you sure they’re going to be alright?!”

“Yes, Wil, stop being such a baby.”

Fuck.. What happened..?

My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the blaring ceiling lights flooding my vision. My back ached from lying on the stiff tile floor with only a towel to shield me from the dirty marble. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding.

“Where..” I rubbed my head as I used all of my strength to hoist myself up. “Where am I..?” I muttered hoarsely. Wilbur and Tom whipped their heads around, immediately their attention was on me.

“(y/n), fuck! You’re okay!” Wil cried. He was about to lunge at me for a hug, but the moment he raised his arms I flinched, making him back down on his actions immediately. His smile quickly faded before he glanced at Tom, who only thinned his lips in response. I looked at the two of them, a little uncomfortable at my given position now. Tommy was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable silence.

“You’re in Puffy’s Cafe right now. You fainted suddenly and you’ve been out for thirty minutes.” Tommy explained. “Are you okay?” I blinked a few times, and almost at an instant, all my memories came back.

The Soot family..

Fuck..

“Y-Yeah..” I lied through gritted teeth. “Yeah.. I’m just a little overworked I guess.” I looked down shielded my eyes from the light. I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. Could I even trust them..? Be even in the presence of them, especially Wilbur?! I took a deep breath, biting my tongue before I could say anything I could regret. “I-I need to head home soon.. What time is it?” I asked. I watched Wil’s hand move to check his watch.

“..It’s around 11pm, which is like 30 minutes after closing.” Wilbur looked at me worriedly. “It’s dangerous to be out this late.”

“I-I live in West End which is like two hours from here..” I muttered. I could only imagine Wil’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well that’s damn far..” Tommy thought to himself. “How about they stay at our place, eh?”

Immediately my head perked up, and I’m sure the expression of shock wasn’t hard to notice. The same expression reflected on Wilbur as well as we both stared at a blank faced Tommy.

“What?” Tom said. “You guys know each other, don’t you?” He sounded so clueless to Wil and I’s given relationship, I could almost feel bad for the boy. Wil and I looked at each other in confusion and distraught.

“I.. Uh..” Wilbur muttered. I could see he was regretting some choices as he frantically looked at me. His eyes were split between “Please ignore this dumb child” and “I’m embarrassing myself right now just being this close to you.”

“I guess I could stay.” I replied, blankly.

“What?” Wilbur said.

‘what’ was the right reaction, because what was I even saying?! Staying over at the Soots when I barely just realized that they are the Syndicate?! Maybe I was still dazed or hit my head too hard after I knocked out because honestly what the fuck was I even doing here being surrounded by.. By them?!

“Y-yeah..” I stuttered out. “I could stay. Plus it’s like what Tom said—” I turned over to look at Wilbur. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wilbur looked like he was about to go on a rampage of words, but at the same, his throat prevented him from any sound coming out. So instead, he was stuck in this awkward pose of almost saying something but then saying nothing at all. Tom just shrugged before standing up.

“Well that makes things easier doesn’t it? Will doesn’t have to stress so much, and (y/n) can be somewhere safe for the night.” He said, dusting his hands off.

Yeah.. “safe.”

I stood up as well, removing the towel from the floor and handing the fabric to Tommy. Wil was still in shock. sitting as he stared blankly at the floor. “The house is just a train ride away, so it shouldn’t take so long. Maybe twenty minutes at max.” Tommy explained. “I’m going to put this away and lock up shop.” And with that, Tommy left Wil and I together .

Alone.

Siren

and me.

Wilbur stood up, brushing off his pants before looking at me. His glasses glistened under the beaming ceiling light, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He didn’t stand up straight, instead he had this sort of hunch posture, and was too mesmerized to correct it. I looked down, shifting my weight from left to right as we awkwardly stood in front of each other.

“So, uh..” I spoke. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been uh..” Wilbur scratched his head. “—Good. I’ve been doing good.”

Wow, this was extremely uncomfortable. As much as that clueless, gremlin child didn’t serve much of a purpose for me, right now would be a great time to come back.

“You look.. Really beautiful, by the way.” Wilbur quickly uttered out. I swiftly looked up, taken a little aback at his compliment. “I mean uh—! You look nice, (y/n)! You look.. Uh..” His face became a red mess. To save himself from anymore embarrassment he covered his hands with his lengthy fingers and looked away.

If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t believe this man was the same person that has killed thousands of people, much less a few dozen right in front of me.

Tommy returned from the backroom, holding the keys to the establishment. “Alright, you two,” he announced. “Let’s go.”

We all exited out of the building in silence with Tommy being the last so that he could lock the door closed. The three of us treaded in near silence with the midnight crickets and the hum of the streetlights to keep us company. Tommy walked between Wilbur and I, serving as our saving grace from anymore awkward tension. That was until Tommy started to ask questions about me.

“So, (y/n)..” Tommy dragged out.

“Yes, Tom?” I responded. I kept my head straight forward as we spoke.

“How do you know my buddy Wilbur over here? Since y’know, he decided not to tell me anything about y— ow!” Tommy was interrupted by a harsh shove served by Wil.

“Well I uh..” I peeked over to look at Wilbur, who still had that embarrassed look on his face. Only he looked more upset at Tommy than anything. His cheeks were still pink from the previous flush. “I-I’m comfortable telling the story, but only if Wil is.” I clarified. Tommy’s interest immediately turned toward me, no longer annoyed by Wilbur’s silent bullying. Wilbur perked his head up as well, his expression softening.

“I.. I’m okay with it.” Wil finally mumbled. I smiled a little before turning back to face forward.

“Then I guess we should start with how we met.”

I was 12 when I moved to South Bay with my aunt and uncle. After my family had suffered a tragic fate, I was given the choice to either live within the foster system or to reside with my closest relatives. Obviously, I chose my relatives. Though they were smiles and light-hearted jokes on the outside, they couldn’t care less that I was someone living under their roof. I was always given the leftover portions of their meals and never had anything to myself, but if I were to, it would’ve been a hand-me-down older than me or something they saw as useless. I was blessed enough to even have my own room, but even then, it felt so alone and cold.

After I turned 13 I thought of myself as “grown,” so I would often leave the house without telling my uncle or aunt, but even then, it was like they didn’t even care. I wasn’t lectured, I wasn’t taught any differently, I was simply just an accessory to the house. I remember vividly I wandered around the neighborhood as the sun was staring to set, and the streets were starting to quiet down. I wanted to spend that evening at the nearby park, swinging as I watched the sky turn orange and red.

When I made it to the park, there was only one family there. It was a father, and two boys who looked about the same age. Though neither of them look related in the slightest, they were close and bonded together as if they were. A panging feeling in my chest kind of stuck with me at the sight of them— a family so close together despite not being blood relative. And here I was, freely exploring the world with no parents to worry about me at home. Though it sounded like a damn blessing to other kids my age, I’ve never felt so.. Isolated.

I did my best to avoid where the family was and made a B-line to the swings. The two boys were playing around on the jungle gym as the man watched with a content smile on his face. I tried my best to ignore the sight, and instead focus on the sky, glowing in such warm colors.

I rocked back and forth, trying to swing as high as I can. Every time I would swing, my goal was to be able to touch the sky. A childish dream I had.

“Dad, who is that?” one of the boys asked while tugging at his father's sleeve.

The man looked over, a little surprised to see me. I pretended not to notice them talking about me and proceeded with my swinging.

“Hm, I don't know, Wil,” the dad said. I learned that the boy asking about me was named Wil.

“Can I play with them..?” he asked. Immediately I stopped swinging, dragging my feet into the mulch and looking at them. I don't know if I was scared, surprised, or excited that someone had finally noticed me. I'm sure the man saw the mix of feelings in my eyes too.

The man leaned down and talked softly to Wil before he nodded. Wil then walked toward me, and immediately I was freezing up. I gripped onto the swing chains tight as I could only watch in fear. Once Wil was in front of me, he smiled.

“Hi,” he greeted. “My name is Wilbur. What's your name?”

“(y-y/n)..” I stuttered. Wilbur nodded before pointing at the swing next to me.

“Can I swing with you?” he asked. It was an innocent offer, but something about it made me tear up. It was the first time anybody wanted to play with me.

“O-okay..” I nodded. “Do you want to know the game I'm playing?” I quietly asked. Wil nodded eagerly before hopping onto the swing.

Once I explained the game to him, we were having the time of our lives, swinging through the breezes while reaching our little hands to the sky. We were giggling, making it a little competition to see who could swinging the highest. And even when the sunset disappeared we were still reaching for the stars, and it took some lecturing from, who I learned to be, Phil, to get Wil finally off the swings.

“Where are your parents, little one?” Phil asked.

“I.. Um..” I fumbled for some sort of excuse. “My parents are here! They're just.. Shopping right now.” I pointed to the town just across the playground. “There.”

Though it looked as if Phil didn't buy it, he simply nodded, and wished me a goodnight and safety.

After that, it began routine to meet Wil at the playground with his family. We would make up games together and run around. Or sometimes, Wil and I would hide under the jungle gym and talk of stories and dreams. One day, I decided to have a private conversation with Phil on my living circumstances, ultimately asking if I could stay over at their place every once in a while. Phil being the caring man he is, agreed, which led to sleepovers and finally finding safety and comfort within a family.

Bringing myself back to the present, I sighed and looked over towards Wil and Tommy. Wil had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he was also reliving those memories with me. Tom on the other hand, had a face of curiosity and surprise. Tom turned over to Wil and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“You never told me you have a lifelong best friend!” Tom exclaimed. Wil chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair.

“Well.. I mean yeah..” he sighed. Wil and I looked at each other. We both knew it was so much more than that.

We had finally made it the house. As it stood in all it's glory, it looked no different from what I remember. Tom and I walked inside as Wil locked the door behind us. It was definitely refurnished to match the wealth of their family.

Another clue as to them being the Syndicate.

Regardless, I took my shoes off and hung up my jacket. I turned to look at Wil, who looked like was thinking about something.

“Wilbur?” I called out. He shook his head and looked at me.

“S-sorry.. I was just thinking about where you're going to sleep. When Tom moved in he took the guest room— and I feel like it would be rude if I made you sleep in the living room—” Wil began to ramble but then paused before exhaling. He clasped his hands together and looked at me. “Are you.. Okay with sleeping in my room—? Not that I'll be in the room with you! I could sleep in the living room or with Tom or something..”

Wilbur's room..?

A jumble of memories began to flash all at once, and I was starting to feel lightheaded again. I quickly shook out of my thoughts before looking at Wil.

“Y-yeah.. Sure..” I replied softly. Tom had already headed upstairs for bed. I trailed behind Wil as he led me upstairs to his room, which if anything, I could've located on my own based on muscle memory.

Wilbur creaked the door open, and if anything, it was all exactly the same. A pile of clothes in one corner, a desk littered with papers with scribbled writing, and a guitar on the bedside.

“Wow,” I said out loud. Wil turned to look at me with slightly raised eyebrow. “it's almost as how I remember it..”

“Ah.. Yeah..” Wil nodded. He walked in and started to go through his drawers, fetching some spare clothes for me to wear. I circled around the room examining any crevice. I knew this was my opportunity to seize new evidence, but that child in me refused, and only wished for me to enjoy the moment.

“Here.” Wil handed me a pair of folded up sweats and a shirt for me to wear. After further examination, I realized that these were the pajamas I would often wear when coming over to their place back then: Wilbur's dark gray sweatpants and a large black graphic tee of our favorite anime.

“..Thank you.” I said to Wil. I looked up to face him. A melancholy smile rested on his face as that small tint of pink rested on his cheekbones. His brown eyes, though we were in a dimmed room, sparkled a bit with sincerity.

“Of course uh..” He stood there for a minute, staring at me, before he cleared his throat and headed out the door. “If you need me, I’ll be in Tom’s room which is just the next room to the left, okay?” He held onto the doorknob. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“..Goodnight, Wilbur.” I replied, softly. He gave me one last look before closing the door shut.

I stood there with Wilbur’s clothes still in my hands.

My heart was pounding, and if anything, the room felt stuffy despite the A/C in Wil’s room being at a cool 69 degrees. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and all they wanted was to escape far and away. I wasn’t sure if I was flustered or anxious being in this room again. Whatever it was, I desperately needed to pull myself together.

Siren is Wilbur.

And Wilbur is Siren.

But Wilbur also gave me these soft clothes to wear whenever I was too scared to sleep by myself.

And Wilbur, despite our final argument before we separated, still kept the clothes after all these years. I sighed before changing out of my clothes. As I did, I noticed that the more I looked around, there were still bits of me still left in his room.

On the wall, there was a band poster we got for free after a concert we went to together. On his nightstand was an action figure I bought for his birthday, and scattered around the room, there were small house plants I got for him throughout the years. After I fitted into the sweatpants perfectly, I walked over to his desk. In a little box there were pieces of ripped paper and different colored sticky notes. Curiously, I picked one of them up.

That's when my heart stopped.

Without realizing, tears were starting to form in my eyes, near clouding up my vision. My chest ached and my throat tightened up, as if my whole body was forcing down a loud sob.

“I love you, my honey voice :)” was written in my handwriting. On the next line was written in Wilbur’s handwriting.

“I love you more, my beautiful star.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

a / n ~ ouch the bittersweet angst was STINGING. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! I am actually in love with this series, so its exciting to see other people also in love with the story :) spoiler for next chapter-- DELUSION AND SIREN ARE FINALLY FIGHTING RAGHHH

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[majaurukalo]

To understand disability issues better there needs to be a serious talk about the link between disability and freedom of choice (or lack thereof).

Western society loves to brag about freedom of choice in terms of being free to do and say and think whatever (we have seen a lot of it during lockdown and regarding vaccine and such and from that it became clear that people don’t really know what “freedom” really means).

So let me straight up tell you that we, disabled people (not all but a lot of us) don’t have much freedom of choice.

First of all, if you consider inaccessibility, we are not free to go wherever we want or socialise or work wherever or attend any kind of universities or schools (yes, I know people who had to give up going to the uni or school of their dreams because they didn’t want/couldn’t provide accessibility).

If an able-bodied person has to find any kind of job to not end up homeless or starve they can do whatever minimum wage job that involves physical strain until they are back on their feet. This is not possible for some disabled people (like me). So this leaves me (us) out of some choices. And in a precarious financial situation.

Some disabled people aren’t free to go to certain shops or restaurants or bars or shows or events etc. because of inaccessibility.

Disabled people who need assistance to travel with public transport can’t choose to travel on their own terms or jump on a last-minute trip because assistance needs to be booked 24 hour earlier in most cases (and some require even 48 hours).

Disabled people can’t always choose the cheapest option because that is usually inaccessible for us so we have to spend more money and not because we like fancy stuff. Also, disabled people are the poorest community and in some countries you can’t have more than a certain amount of money in your bank account if you don’t want to see your benefits gone (benefits that, I highlight, are essential for our survival) so we cannot even climb the social ladder. Another layer of choice stripped away from us.

Disabled people can’t chose where to live or who to live with. Some disabled people need assistance and, since finding a PA is hard and they need to be paid, some of us have to live with our parents or family members and if they are abusive or the relationship isn’t working we can’t just decide to walk out. Because who is gonna help us then? That’s why a lot of abuse towards disabled people remains undiscovered. Some disabled people can’t even acknowledge it and report it.

Many of us can’t just move away from a city or a country because our well-being is tied to a supporting network that we wouldn’t find anywhere else. Not to mention doctors and medications that might not be available somewhere else. So if we complain about the situation of the place we live or that we don’t like to live where we live, it’s not so easy for us to leave everything and move somewhere else (for some it’s impossible).

Disabled people aren’t always free to choose to have kids. The medical system and society’s prejudices make it hard for disabled parents to have kids and there is always a lot of judgment towards disabled parents, especially mothers. Many of us risk to have our children taken away by social workers.

Disabled people don’t have the freedom to choose for their own bodies.

I’m sure I’m forgetting something else but these are the things that worry me the most, regarding my own life and the life of my community.

The only thing this society seems pretty happy to make us choose is assistive dying.

But please, tell me again that we are in it for the money. That we have benefits so we don’t have to work and lazy around all day. Tell me that our lives must be easy.

Even on my off days I’m not free to choose what to do because I might have a flare up, I might be in pain, I might have to go to the doctor.

Oh and one last thing: your freedom to not get your vaccine hinders someone’s freedom to go around. Someone’s freedom to live.

For some reason, this society is quick to judge and justify everything that keeps away disabled people’s choices.

Some able-bodied people think that it is okay to equal disability to a lower quality of life but that lower quality of life depends only on external factors and could be easily improved.

Fuck you!

[writing-yarn-goblin]

I’m here to post shit and have fun!

In honor of Halloween! Here’s some stories to have fun with!

Anime: One Piece

Character: Crocodile

Monster: Gargoyle

Warnings: Crocodile’s rizz

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“Alright…he said ‘Baratie, 11 PM.”

You wanted to scream. This man you’ve been dating, your so called boyfriend, had told you that he wanted to go with you to Baratie.

Here you were- in a shimmering black dress with a slit that went up your thigh, black high heels and a small clutch- waiting at your assigned booth for this man to appear.

For about 40-50 minutes now.

You had received a text from him saying that it was over and confirmed the fact that he was cheating thanks to a photo he posted with his tongue down another woman’s throat. You felt sad but then decided that your evening will not be spoiled thanks to that useless prick and his cheating tendencies. You texted him he had 24 hours to leave your apartment and that you’d give him consequences if he didn’t.

Thankfully you’ve known the owner of this establishment and after talking to him and explaining the situation (you were good friends with him and his partner), he slid a few drinks on the house for the unfortunate evening.

As the club changed its scenery, you changed as well.

Your hair turned to life as the little snakes that adorned it yawned and changed from laying down to curling up on top of your head. Almost like a top bun. You aided them by putting a soft thin silk scrunchy on your hair, sorta like a pillow for the little ones.

As a Gorgon- you needed to be careful.

Thankfully technology has gone a long way and now you could wear specially made eye contacts for a monster of your particularity.

Going out with Gorgons was a little hard with the whole ‘I’ll-turn-you-to-stone-with-just-a-glance’ detail. History managed to make sure that the Gorgon line went past its supposedly imminent demise after Medusa was slain.

Making it its own subspecies of society welcomed gorgon women. Not all of them had the same power but very few, like you, could do all of what Medusa did and more.

“Excuse me, but is this seat taken?”

You whipped your head to meet with this person but you felt your throat go dry.

A man that almost doubled you in height, broad chest and shoulders. A man so incredibly handsome that seemed to be the epitome of elegance, poise and a connoisseur of beauty.

Height, build, stare and tone of voice had you entranced and, honestly, it was intimidating.

“Might as well sit down, my date is late anyway.”

The soft chuckle that came from his throat was caught by your ears, earning a pink tinge on your ears.

“A woman as exquisite looking as yourself shouldn’t be sitting by her lonesome. Especially one that got stood up by an imbecile.”

He had you swooning and it’s only been 5 minutes.

“I hope you find me to be good company Mister…-“

“Crocodile. Call me Crocodile.”

‘More like big Daddy.’ You thought, taking the last sip of wine and about to order more but you were stopped.

“Waiter-“ he managed to stop a young employee before he zoomed past them. “I’ll have an Old Fashion and bring the lovely lady anything she desires.”

‘Holy shit, that was hot.’ You thought.

“Miss?”

“Oh-erhm- Whiskey. House sour mix, please.”

Once the waiter left, you were received by a a raised brow from Crocodile.

“You like spirits?”

“They kill the ghosts that haunt me- I’d say they are easily my favorite.”

The words kept being exchanged and the evening had progressed into a lovely one.

Until it was time to leave.

You felt a little empty on the inside when it was time to leave…at 4 in the morning.

“Well, Miss (L/N), I believe that this concluded our evening. I hope you found everything to your liking.”

“More than that. I had fun regardless the initial 45 minutes of waiting for a failed relationship. He was a waste of time and space, to be honest. But at least I had the pleasure of dining with someone of your caliber, Mr. Crocodile.” You said, whispering a secret that he so gingerly lapped up.

“Indeed. If you’d like, we can arrange another outing. One where you wouldn’t have to hide those beautiful eyes of yours.”

You sighed. Now at the door of your car and unlocking the vehicle in order to get in.

“If I let you see my eyes, you’d be petrified.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. You’d find that we might have something in common.”

This poked at your brain.

“How so?” You asked, earning another low gravel chuckle from him.

“You turn men into stone. I am stone.”

You tilted your head and gasped when you saw it. When he took out his coat, wing could be seen clipped right in his shoulders. They looked Bat like but at the same time- thick to carry his weight. His slanted eyes shifted the pupils into slits and a bit of silver lined against the pupil. To differentiate where his eye and a let started. The skin of his hand was now heavy and soft, like polished stone.

“You’re a Gargoyle.” You mumbled, cheeks warm at the interesting development. You felt him push a little card against your hands and felt like you were a pile of goo on the inside.

“Here’s my card. Feel free to call or drop in. I hope to hear back from you, Miss (Y/N).“

With that you saw how his wings opened and flew off to his lair.

You had waited a few days to call him and set up a date.

To which he replied-

“I’ll come and pick you up at 10 PM. And Miss (L/N)? No contacts. I want to marvel in your raw beauty.”

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 1:24:48

Video Length: 3min. & 33sec.

Gertie Bladeshield, Queen Bee of the Apiarists' Society (Pt. 1 | ‣Pt. 2)

Kristen pats Gertie's back and puts a sticker on her back that says "It's always happy hour at Applebees." 😭✋

Riz: "Gertie is already voting for you!" 😂🤣💀

Gertie turns around with the sticker on her and looks at Kristen.

Gertie: "And hey, I made this for you, by the way."

Brennan: "And you see it is a little bumblebee, but its little body is in the shape of an apple with a little stem coming out of the top of its back. So it's a little black and yellow striped- "

Riz: "This is great."

Kristen: "Oh, thank you."

Fabian: "Is it alive?"

Kristen: "Omg, this is so cool."

Gertie: "It's just a little toy. It's a little thing.

Fabian: "Oh, thank god."

Fig: "Ohhh, okay."

Gertie: "But if you unscrew it-"

Brennan: "And you see that she takes, it's almost like a little makeup jar thing where it has a flush lid that you can unscrew, and you see there's a little glass jar of honey inside."

Kristen: "OMG!" *eats some*

Adaine: "So we don't even need to join, 'cause the honey's already here."

Gertie: "There you go, and a benefit of honey is-"

Fabian: *tries some* "Oh, that's not that good."

GERTIE GETS MAD AT FABIAN!!! 😂😂😂😂👏👏👏👏

Riz: "Gertie! Gertie!"

Ally: "I give her the Help action." 😭😂✋

Fig: "Gertie, tell him!" 😂

Gertie: "Get ready for Bladeshield! Stinger, come to me!" 😂🤣💀

Fabian is so confused 😂

Fig: "Gertie, Gertie, Gertie!" 😂✋

Gorgug: "Bladeshield, no!" 😂🤣💀

Ally: "I give her the Help action. I give her the Help action." 😂

Lou: "It's not that good!"

Gertie's initiative is 22 😂

Fabian's initiative is 14 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "She's gonna go to disarm you."

Ally! 😂😂

An opposed athletics check between him and Gertie! 😭✋

Murph: "Wait!" 😂🤣

Emily: "Can I Hex Fabian so he has disadvantage?" 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "Disadvantage? Yes, you can." 😂🤣💀

Lou: "All right, I got a 20."

Brennan: "Okay, you resist being disarmed. It is your turn."

Fabian is gonna trip attack! 😭✋

Lou: "Does a 27 hit?" 😭✋

Brennan: "27 hits."

Emily: "Silvery barbs. Like a bee's barbs!" 😂🤣💀

Lou: "That's better. Yeah, that's better, so 28."

Emily gives advantage to Gertie 😭✋

Zac: "I cast Heroism on Gertie." 😭✋

Lou: "DC17 check to resist the trip."

Brennan: "She resists the trip."

Lou: "Okay."

Ally: "I bonus action cast Shield of Faith. Her AC goes up by two." 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "She resists the trip, but you do, thwack, she has to step back from it."

Lou: "Yes."

Gertie: "I'm leaving."

Brennan: "As she walks out, Fabian, you get a blip on your phone."

"Nemesis Alert. New Nemesis Detected." 😭✋

Riz: "What is everyone doing?!"

Kristen: "It's so good!"

Riz: "We're falling into such easy traps!" 😭✋

Kristen: "It's so good."

Fabian: "I've had better honey."

Brennan: "There's a list that says Gertie Bladeshield and Chungledown Bim."

Riz: "Okay, we have just learned that Gertie is very forward when she's angry at someone and had just made you an enemy. But, there was a possibility that Gertie could have been someone sent to do something to us, and we just ate the honey! We just ate it! We need to be more careful!" 😭✋

Ally wants to do an insight check

Riz: "We got people that are trying to get us kicked out of school!"

Kristen: "You're right, you're right. Why did it come in a special hand-whittled thing?"

Riz: "No, but that's good! Gertie seemed fine!"

Kristen: "Gertie seemed fine."

Ally: "Can I do an insight check on the honey? Is it bad?"

Fig: "If we get the bees on our side, we'll be unstoppable. They're everywhere."

Ally: "Nat one."

Riz: "I don't even know if we're invited to the bee club."

Brennan: "This honey's so good. Even if it's poison, it's just so good." 😂😂😭😭

ALLY!!! 😂😂😂😂😂

Fabian: "Let me get you some real honey, all right?"

Kristen: "Back off!"

Fabian: "Okay!" 😂😭✋

Adaine: "You don't know where anything in your house is, except the milk."

Fabian: "Cathilda had better honey. It's somewhere in here."

BRENNAN AND EMILY JUST LAUGHING AT ALLY GOING CRAZY WITH THE HONEY! I'M CRYING!!! 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

Gorgug: "It's probably just got more sugar."

Fabian: "Probably."

Kristen: *clears throat* "Oh, sorry."

Fig: "Apple bee."

Kristen: "Yeah, exactly."

Fig: "We need to partner with Gertie."

[compassionatereminders]

I'm 26 and I left my job were co-workers and boss were pretty much bullies. I worked split shifts (example from 7 am - 11 am then from 2 pm - 6 pm). Other times I mostly worked from 1 pm till 9 pm. I almost never got morning shifts so I could work from 6 am till 2 pm. I worked 6 days per week. I don't have a drivers license or a car so waiting for the bus took me a lot of time as well. If I finished at 11 am I was home at noon, I cooked something, cleaned up, took a shower and went to work again so I'd be there at 2 pm.

Mentally I was so unwell and I was exhausted since. And I feel like I deserve better than being exhausted, sad and depressed. I put all my energy to work I had none for me. I stopped seeing friends, I had zero energy.

And I feel like it's bizarre how people think you should be GRATEFUL to have work, no matter what kind, no matter if you are miserable. Am I crazy to think it's better to be jobless than being miserable 24/7?

1 free day I had off I still had zero energy. Mostly I was sleeping, napping or watching some kind of tv show and I was stressed all day like a kid that tomorrow I have to go to work again. You know like that kid that no one likes at school and the kid keep thinking the whole weekend "oh no it's going to be Monday soon".

People think I should be ashamed I left work, because they think I'm a lazy bum now (I live with my parents still we have a house but I have savings and I don't live there for free) but I don't feel ashamed. My parents kinda support me with my decision because they see how stressed I was.

But I feel society in general think you should be grateful that work is depressing/stressing/killing you.

I just wanted to say this because you reblogged how everyone deserve to eat & have roof over their head. Because I agree with that post and I just wanted to add how toxic our world is.

I'm sick when I see people preaching how people should be grateful for minimum wage.

Politicians steal millions, destroying their own people with bad decisions etc. but people only focus on other people because they don't want to be miserable as them. And instead of wanting better work hours/better work environment they would rather bad talk about others.

I don't think you have to grateful to work a stressful and unfulfilling job in a toxic environment. And I think people who are unsatisfied with their jobs have the right to talk about that without being judged and shamed. That being said, in a society where most of the stuff you need to maintain your existence is tied to your ability to work, it IS in fact a privilege to be able to work OR to be able to safely be unemployed. And this is also important to acknowledge in discussions about toxic work culture

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 17

Felicia Hardy!Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut (office sex, piv, oral), Fluff, Angst, she/her pronouns

Summary: As the Spider Society turns on Miguel and Felicia, they form a team of trusted allies to help prove their innocence.

Word Count: 3K

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-928

"Baby?" Felicia's voice echoed through the office as she searched for her boyfriend.

The platform lowered, capturing Felicia's attention. Reluctantly, Miguel turned away from the information illuminating the screens surrounding him to look down at Felicia.

"Hola, mí Hermosa," he sighed, his expression tired.

The platform touched the ground, allowing Felicia to join him. Raising her hands, she cupped his face, using her thumbs to run along the prickly facial hair forming on his jaw.

"When was the last time you took a break... or shaved?" she asked with a concerned frown.

Miguel shrugged, looking into her eyes filled with worry. "Last break was when we were at your place... and the last time I shaved... sometime last week," he recalled.

"Spider," Felicia said with a lopsided frown, "you have to take care of yourself."

"I don't have time," Miguel sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I need to figure this shit out, before they—before they turn on us, and we have a whole new problem on our hands." 

"I know, baby. It's okay to work on it, but you have to take care of yourself. I missed you last night."

"I'm sorry," Miguel replied, mimicking her frown for a moment before transitioning into a mischievous smirk. "Will you let me make it up to you?" He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

Felicia moans at the feeling of his stubble grazing her soft skin. Their passion and desire consume each other. With the stress of everything that's happened in the past 24 hours weighing on them, they needed a release, they needed each other. 

“Make it up to me.” She whispers into the passionate kiss. 

Miguel moans in excitement, his hand wandering down to the curve of her ass, smacking it. As it echoes through the empty office, she gasps at the feeling. Felicia could feel herself becoming wetter as his lips moved down to her neck. His stubble scratches her sensitive neck, adding to the pleasure.  

“Oh, Miguel.” Her head falls back, giving him more access. 

“Sí?” He responds, sucking marks into her neck, claiming her as his. 

“I need you,” Felicia whispers, pressing the spider emblem of her suit, letting it fall to her feet. 

and Miguel groans into her neck, his claws ripping her underwear. Suddenly his hands wander lower to the back of her thighs and using his strength he picks her up. Felicia gasped in surprise as he lifted her up, placing her legs over his shoulder, holding her in the air, and allowing his tongue to explore her folds. 

“Oh, fuck!” Felicia screams, his lips kissing and sucking her clit. She loved the feeling of his hands gripping her ass, desperate for her. 

“You like that, baby?” Miguel growls into her clit. “You like it when I man-handle you?” 

Her nails dig into his scalp, tugging onto the curls of his chocolate hair. “Fuck, yes!” She cries. 

Felicia’s praises further encourage Miguel, prompting him to desperately lap her soaked pussy. Needing to taste more of her, he pushes his tongue into her pussy, feeling her walls contract around him. As his tongue explored her, the bridge of his nose rubbed her clit perfectly, adding to her pleasure. The sensation made her eyes roll back, hips bucking for more. As she fucked his face she could feel the sting of his stubble, scratching her delicate thighs and lips. The new sensation added to her pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby, your stubble feels so good.” She moans, continuing to ride his face.  

“You getting close?” Miguel asks.

Felicia moans louder “Mmhmm! I- I’m so fucking close. I- I’m gonna - I’m cu-” Miguel stops abruptly, causing her to cry. “No baby, please.” She pleads. 

Miguel smirks as he sets her down. “You gotta work for it, gatita.” He growls, sitting in the chair beside him. His suit dissipates as he pats his lap. “Come on, Hermosa, don’t you wanna cum?” He coos teasingly. 

A smirk forms on Felicia’s face as she hastily straddles Miguel’s lap, letting her arousal, drip onto his hard cock. His head falls back, the sensation, teasing the head of his cock, causing pre-cum to drip. 

“Come on,” Miguel grips her waist. 

Slowly, Felicia sinks down onto him, letting out a long moan as she adjusts to his impressive size. Her head falls to his shoulder, biting the muscle. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re big.” She pants. 

“I know, baby girl, you can take it, though.” He coos, a hand rubbing soothing circles onto her back. 

After a moment, she rises, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of her before slamming back down. The two moan in unison, the pleasure overwhelming their senses. Felicia does this a few more times until Miguel is aching for more.

“Fuck!” Miguel groans. “You’re just teasing me, now.” He scolds. 

Felicia smirks, looking up at the man with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. “My my baby how the tides have turned.” She hums. 

Suddenly, Miguel’s hand comes up around her throat, holding her so that she looks into his eyes. “If you don’t start bouncing on my cock right now, I’ll make you regret it.” 

He hisses as her walls contract around him in excitement. “Is that so?” His grip around her throat tightens. 

Felicia bites her lip as she begins to pick up her pace.  “That’s my girl.” Miguel sighs, letting his grip loose and head fall back in pleasure.  

Her pace quickens, relentlessly bouncing on his cock. He can't help but buck up into her, desperate for more. With each bounce, the head of his cock hits her G-spot perfectly. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, causing tears to well up in her eyes. 

“Aw, look at you.” Miguel coos with heavy-lidded eyes. “So fucking desperate for my cock.” 

“I need it.” She whines. “I want your cum.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, bucking up into her, their hips meeting as they fuck each other. “My needy girl’s so desperate for my cum, huh?.” 

Felicia nods her head as she grinds down on him. “I’m getting close again, baby.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re so fucking tight.” Miguel bites his lip, trying to hold his orgasm back for as long as possible. “Keep riding me, just like that ugnh!” 

She can feel his cock twitching inside of her as his orgasm gets closer. Miguel’s hands are spread on her ass, helping her bounce on his cock. Felicia’s arousal drips down his cock with each bounce, stimulating his balls as it soaks him. He lifts his head, bringing his lips back to her exposed neck, begging for attention. Miguel kisses and sucks her neck, his fangs grazing her skin with each movement, teasing her. 

“Oh, m-mig- fuck! I’m so- so fucking close.” She pants. “Please, please let me cum?” Felicia begs. 

“Not yet.” Miguel groans into her neck. “I’m close.” 

The rhythm of their wet bodies slapping together, mixed with their screams and moans echoes through the office. If anyone was walking by right now, they would have no doubt that Miguel was having the best sex of his life. 

“That’s it, just like that.” He encourages, her pussy gripping his cock perfectly. “Fuck, cum. Cum right now, cum all over me.” Miguel demands. 

Felicia’s nails dig into Miguel’s biceps as she cums around him. A series of moans emit from her, sounding like the perfect melody to his ears. The contractions of her orgasm trigger Miguel’s causing him to cum deep inside of her, filling her with his cum. As he cums, his arms wrap around her, holding her close to his chest and burying his face into her neck. He needed to be as close as possible to her, to be consumed in her perfection. 

The couple panted, their breaths heavy as they held onto each other. They embraced the stillness of the moment, basking in each other's presence. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving them in their little sanctuary of passion.

“How was that, Hermosa?” Miguel asks, pressing lazy kisses to her cheek. 

Felicia hums, leaning into his touch. “So good.” She smiles. “Have I ever told you how unbelievably hot you are?” 

He chuckles, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don't believe you have.” he teases. 

“Well, let me tell you that you, good sir, are the hottest Spider-Man in all of the multiverses.” 

Miguel smiles as he leans in to press a tender kiss to her lips. 

“Oh! You guys are doing it again!” LYLA cheers as she materializes. 

“I thought we just had this talk.” Miguel scolds the AI. 

“You’re in your office during work hours, I don't think I’m the one doing anything wrong here.” She crosses her arms, returning Miguel’s scold. 

He rolls his eyes before hissing, as Felicia moves to stand. She mouths a quick sorry as she tries to gain balance, her exhausted legs betraying her. 

“Well, Jess and the others are on their way in,” LYLA informs the two, sending panic through them. 

“What?!” Felicia shouts as she tries to find her suit, which had been kicked off during sex.

Miguel’s suit materializes around his body, jumping up to help her. “Fuck! Why didn’t you tell me?!” His voice, now, angry. 

LYLA rolls her eyes at the couple. “Once again, it’s still work hours and you're the one who set this meeting up yesterday.” 

Felicia quickly found her suit, and the sound of laughter echoed through the hallway as Miguel's guests entered. With urgency, she stepped into her suit, and Miguel helped her, both of them trying to avoid getting caught. Their hearts raced, as the footsteps grew louder. Miguel’s large form does his best to cover Felicia’s partially dressed body from the entrance of his office. 

“Miguel!” Jessica shouts in an attempt to get his attention. Reluctantly, he turns to face the team. “Oh, hi Felicia…” Jessica’s head tilts to the side as the Night Spider speaks around Miguel’s body. 

“Hey, Jess,” She says sheepishly. 

“Miguel, old pal!” 

Felicia's attention shifted to the Spider-Man next to her. He appeared older, with obvious signs of exhaustion, large bags under his eyes, and weariness etched into his features. He was tall but not nearly as tall as her boyfriend. 

The Spider-man opened his arm, bringing Miguel into a big embrace which he did not reciprocate. “Peter,” Miguel responded, stoically. 

The Spider-Man pulled back from the hug, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder. "Aw, where's the love?!" he teased. "I came back early from paternity leave for this?" His chuckles filled the room.

Felicia took a step out of Miguel's shadow, drawing the Spider-Man's attention towards her. "Felicia?" His voice held a soft note of recognition with a hint of a smile.

Her eyebrows knitted together; she'd never met this Spider-Man before. "Yes?" Felicia replied, her curiosity piqued.

The Spider-Man takes a step toward her, his eyes boring into her soul. His smile fades, “Sorry, I thought you were my Felicia.” 

“Your Felicia?” Miguel becomes intrigued. 

“Yeah, you look so much like mine, but she… she’s not around anymore.” He smiles softly, recalling the memories. “I’m Peter B. Parker.” He introduces himself. 

“Felicia Hardy, Earth-192.” She replies. 

“Wanna see a picture of my kid?” He hastily digs into the pocket of his suit for his phone, moving to stand between the couple. “This is my daughter, Mayday, after her first shit.” He gleams, looking at the picture. “Isn’t she precious!” 

Miguel rolls his eyes before pushing Peter’s phone down. “Yeah, yeah, cute kid. We had an actual emergency going on here, you mind?”

“Sixteen more watches have been stolen last night,” Jessica informs the group, conducting the meeting. 

“Sixteen?” Felicia asks in shock. “No security footage? No leads?” 

“They were stolen during last night’s shift change, and all the security footage in that tower was cut during that time.” The Spider-Woman informs the team. “Although, LYLA was able to track one of the watches back to Earth-1048.”

“Has Spider-Man 1048 been deployed?” Miguel asks. 

“Yes, he’s staking out the Maggia as we speak. Here’s the weird thing, though” The team p[erk up  “Peter Parker was able to track a multiversal call from the Maggia to someone in the Spider-Society tower.”

“So it is an inside job.” Peter B clarifies. 

“Exactly.” Jessica nods. 

As Felicia sat in on the meeting, she absorbed the proceedings with keen attention. While it wasn't her first rodeo in dealing with these kinds of gatherings or collaborating with seasoned Spider-People, she couldn’t deny that her few months as the Night-Spider became evident. The way they methodically assessed the situation, devised strategic plans, and seamlessly collaborated and created an atmosphere that she found unfamiliar and, at the same time, intriguing.

Felicia found herself captivated by the subtle nuances of Miguel's expressions as he absorbed the information. The way his brows knit together, a silent indicator of the gears turning in his brilliant mind, held a certain fascination for her. It was a sight she had witnessed countless times, yet each instance left her intrigued, unable to pry her eyes away. There was an effortless grace in the way he stood tall and took charge of any situation. No matter the complexity of the task at hand, Miguel exhibited a commanding presence, navigating any challenges with ease. In simple words, it was sexy. 

Miguel acknowledged the Peters with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you again, Peters, for dropping everything to be here," he said appreciatively.

The two Peters reciprocated with nods of acknowledgment. "It’s our privilege, O’Hara," LEGO Peter replied, a warm smile accompanying his words.

“We’ll reconvene when there’s a development,” Miguel declared, turning his attention back to the monitors. The trio of heroes made their way out, chatting amiably among themselves.

As the door closed behind them, Felicia redirected her focus to the captivating man beside her. She observed the three heroes disappearing down the hall before turning her gaze back to Miguel.

“Hey, Spider,” she purred, stepping closer and looking up at him through her lashes.

“Gatita,” he smirked, his hand gently cupping her cheek. He prompted her to look up into his ruby eyes, creating an intimate moment between them.

“Hey LYLA,” Felicia whispers, gaining the AI’s attention. “You think you can get my suit cleaned again?” she asks with a hint of embarrassment. 

LYLA rolls her eyes, “Do condoms not exist on your Earth?”

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"Was it just me, or is... something going on between Miguel and Felicia?" Jessica inquired as they chatted in hushed tones down the halls of Miguel’s office.

Peter B. nodded confidently. "Oh, yeah, they're fuckin’, no doubt about it."

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "That's pretty drastic; I don't think it's anything like that."

"No, no, no. That's the face of a man who's being well fucked. Trust me," he insisted.

She turned away from the Spider-Man in mild disgust. "I was going to imply that they're becoming friends or developing feelings… not fucking."

"Come on," he said confidently. "That's Felicia Hardy. She's every Spider's weakness. He’s never met a Black Cat before, and if she's anything like mine was, there's no doubt they're together."

Jessica’s brows knit together as she evaluates the possibility. “No fucking way.”

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"Thank you!" Felicia's smile widened as she grabbed the bags of takeout from the marble counter of the restaurant on the top floor of the Spider Society.

As she made her way out through the double doors, her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure, maskless and unmistakably Peter Parker. The very sight of him stirred a tumult of emotions within her, each one tinged with bitterness and resentment. 

"Peter Parker!" Her voice rang out sharply, cutting through the hallway and drawing the attention of passing Spider-Men. With determined steps, she charged down the corridor, her gaze fixed on him and his smirking face.

"Well, hello, gorgeous-" 

SMACK! 

The sound reverberated through the hallway; Peter’s eyes widened in shock as the sting of her slap registered in his mind, wiping away his shit-eating grin. His hand instinctively moved to the stinging mark left behind, his gaze following Felicia as she stormed off towards the elevators, her furious demeanor leaving no room for further conversation. 

The elevator doors parted for Felicia, and she quickly slipped inside. However, before the doors could close, Peter managed to slip in as well.

"Felicia," he nodded.

"You told everyone I was dating a Spider-Person!" Felicia turned to face Peter, her hand raised in anger, ready to deliver another slap. But this time, Peter was quicker—he caught her wrist mid-air, halting her motion before her hand could make contact.

Peter moves to press the emergency stop button, prompting a groan from Felicia. “I was only telling people the truth.” He smiles, playing “innocent”. 

“And what makes you think I’m seeing anyone.” 

He chuckles before answering, “Well, Aunt May said that you told her a few stories about us and met your new ‘freakishly tall and unbelievably hunky man’, as she likes to put it.” He rolls his eyes. “And when I went to share this fun fact with the group, Web-Slinger was more than happy to tell everyone about your little affair and how mad Miguel was when he caught you two going at it.” Peter laughs at the mental image of Felicia getting in trouble. 

“You and Patrick are like the same height! He’s maybe, two inches taller, that wouldn't make any sense.” 

“Well, May’s old.” He shrugs. “And Mr. Ben Reily backed him up on it, said he saw your tits in Web-Slinger’s mouth.” 

Felicia shook her head in annoyance. “Whatever, if I am seeing someone why even bring it up, why are you so goddamn obsessed!”

He sighs, leaning against the elevator wall. “‘Cause… You come here, into my Spider Society, and get all the praise! I’ve been a part of this society for years, and Miguel doesn't even look at me, but you get in here, with my help, and he's obsessed with you! Every goddamn Spider-Person is obsessed with you!” 

“You’re pathetic.” She huffs, hitting the emergency button to resume the elevator. “You’re mad at me for not putting up with your cheating, and now you're mad at me for being a better hero than you!”

“You were a dirty ally cat when I found you.” He scoffs.

Felicia rolls her eyes. “And you’re still a whiny little bitch who craves attention. Say, why don’t you go curl up on MJ’s lap like a good little boy? Hmm?”

The elevator rings, signaling their arrival. As the doors open, Felicia makes a beeline toward Miguel's office, desperate to leave the conversation.

“Of course, you were running errands for the boss.” Peter scoffs. “O’Hara’s girl.” 

She smiled to herself, repeating the nickname in her head. “Kiss my ass.”

The automatic doors shut behind her, allowing Felicia’s body to finally intense. “Mr. Boss-Man?” She called out through the corridors of his office. 

“Coast is clear!” Miguel calls back. 

“Hi, baby.” She hums as he comes into view. 

“Thank you for dinner.” He sighed, finally turning away from his monitors. Felicia nodded, setting the take-out bag down on his desk. “I hope it wasn't too much trouble, I could have gotten it for us.” 

“A pain in the ass, but you needed to shave first. We didn’t want anyone seeing that, now, do we?” She teased, turning his head to look at her, allowing her to run her fingers along his soft jaw. 

Miguel softly chuckles before pulling her close. “Mí chica linda.” He whispers against her lips before closing the distance, molding their lips together. 

Chapter 18 Coming Next Week

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[bengiyo]

My School President Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Most of the week I was actually ready to finish this show and begin anticipating its impacts. Now I just know I'm going to miss these losers.

Last week, Chinzhilla lost Hot Wave, and we spent the episode watching them grapple with yet another defeat: this time on the biggest stage yet. They decided to go back to the beach to honor their wishes, and we watched the group tear apart at the seams. Still, Yak came through with some perspective, Tiwson with some food, and Tinn with the final performance for the band at prom. Tinn's mom is aware of his relationship with Gun, but is trying to be a good mom and keep her anxieties to herself and her husband.

Oh right, we're picking up with Tinn's mom asking Tinn directly about Gun.

Not them cutting between both moms! Don't make me compare them!

Fine, let's compare. Tinn and Potjanee have this huge wall between them in their relationship that seems founded entirely on her expectations of Tinn. It's hard for well-behaved children to be open with their parents when they've thrived so long on praise for meeting those expectations. On the other hand, Gun and Gim have struggled and lost a lot together, and so much of their relationship is about Gim not letting Gun give up on his dreams. So, of course Gun can tell his mom about Tinn and it mostly be a formality and yet another excuse for them to hug and reassure each other.

I do feel for Potjanee. Seeing your son scared because you might ask about the person he cares about can't feel good, and there's no obvious way of fixing it at this point. However you've raised him has convinced him that he can't trust you with this. That's actually just so sad.

I get these two agreeing to continue as they are. The reality that some of your families won't accept you is unfortunately a norm for many viewers.

This Canon ad is cute, but anyone on the school network can access this printer???

The boyfriend era is fun.

Tiwson said you will absolutely give him his flowers.

The homophobia creeping at the edges is an unfortunate reminder of my own adolescence. I do like that the show is highlighting that it impacts queer girls too.

Irritated, jealous Gun is so demanding.

A tandem bike! My goodness.

Oh, I like them sliding in cute boyfriend kisses first. That's such a good choice, because they've actually been together for a while.

Phat, we're asking about juniors now??? I've been asking about this for like six episodes!

I really think we as a global society should stop taking pictures and videos of people on the streets and using them as content. What sucks so much about this is that Gun is finally willing to be openly affectionate with Tinn. He decides to kiss his boyfriend on their date, and now someone is going to take that joy from them. It's not like they were hooking up in the park, and yet here we are.

I love Chinzhilla with my whole heart.

Kajorn saying he quits if they're not on the same page, and Gun coming behind to say he already used the same lie Tiwson suggested...but Tinn doesn't want to lie anymore....set to a sad piano version of Let Me Tell You...oof.

Not Gun using Tinn's nose suggestion to keep from crying in the rain.

Best Boy Tinn is not gonna let this pull them apart. Interesting that we just saw Fourth and Gemini hug tightly in Moonlight Chicken. Gemini places arm in a similar way here, too.

I'm installing an EMP on every queer so that we can demolish people's phones when they record us.

Very much enjoying Sound and Win in the finale. I will miss all of Chinzhilla. I hope they appear in the Our Skyy 2 episode.

See, and this is why I never turned on Potjanee. I know some of y'all feel some kinda way about her, but here we are. These boys have not even been out for 24 hours and the shit is already piling. She asks, "Why aren't other people as kind as the characters in the series we watched?" Good question, ma'am. Our lives are not fictional, and we face the horrors daily. It's the dad saying, "We can't force other people, honey. It's down to us whether we're as kind to our son as those in the series." I see they learned Uncle Tong's lesson. Now go stand beside your son.

Not Tinn whispering the name order thing to Gun and Gun immediately asserting that his name is first!!

Having adults you trust being casually homophobic is so damaging.

Gemini has a fantastic eye roll. We saw it on episode 5 of Moonlight Chicken, too.

KAJORN!!!! COME THROUGH, BABY BOY! HIT AGAIN! HIT HIM FOR ME, TOO!!

What did I say?? Don't you ever lay hands on someone else's child! I SEE YOU, POTJANEE! YOU ARE INVITED TO BRUNCH!!

And this is how you make it right with your son. You show him he can trust you by standing in front of those who would make him feel lesser.

Okay, I like the outfits Chinzhilla picked!

They're playing You Got Ma Back. 😭 I love them so much.

Now they're doing Come Closer! I do love Ford's voice.

Oh I love Rock & Star as a song from Gun to Tinn.

I love getting Tinn back on stage again.

POTJANEE!!!!

I'm gonna need Gun to stop looking at Tinn's lips!

I'm so glad Gun got into a program he wanted. I can't take any more losses for this boy.

And here I was living in a world without Texas Chicken ads.

Oh, Sound and Win. I'm going to miss your dynamic. Look at Winny and Satang giving two solid kisses.

Poor Phat. Yo dropped him so fast.

Tinn and Gun are so cheesy. I love them.

Not me crying over Chinzhilla again!

I like the notes for their juniors and not showing any actors. It would lead to the wrong kind of speculation, and this lets GMMTV pick up this setting again any way they want.

Not @respectthepetty getting into my head about Gun's blue socks and Tinn's red shirt when he formally meets Tinn's parents.

I love Tinn's dad. He's embarrassing in only the way a loving father could be. He's also constantly rooting for Tinn.

We get 'eating' jokes and a sweet kiss in bed to close out the series. I'm good.

And they verse? We love to see it.

Wow. Just amazing. I loved this show.

Final Verdict: 10, Highly Recommended. I've been in queer media since I was a teen almost 20 years ago. I have experienced a lot of wins and losses as a viewer of BL. In so many ways this show healed any gripes I had with early productions like Lovesick, Make It Right, etc. This show is damn-near perfect. It's so heartwarming. I loved all of this. It's a show about a bunch of losers trying to help each other, and there's nothing more beautiful than that. We now have my new default recommendation for people curious about BL after coming off something sweet in the West.