Blyke and John: the Followup
In my last entry, I pointed out the similarities between chapters 249 and 121, but I had hit the image limit and wasn’t able to embed screenshots. I got around this by linking the chapters, but this is probably my favorite parallel, and to do it justice I think I need to really put them next to each other.
(121) (249)
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It’s the same fucking scene but backwards and in a different font.
They’re the SAAAAAAAAAAME!!!!!!!!
This was definitely on purpose. Shit like this ^^ doesn’t happen by accident.
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But Peter Parker (no not that one, the other — yeah that guy) does actually have an OnlyAdmirer’s account though.
He doesn’t remember exactly when he started it — sometime after losing the job at the pizza place and before picking up the tutoring hours; he remembered he was short for one of Aunt May’s prescriptions that month, but isn’t sure anymore which one it was. Sometime during college.
Low ebb on crime that week, which meant he wasn’t making much from the Bugle, but he did have some extra time, enough to take a deep breathand set up the encyptions on his account (he should probably go this hard for all his spiderman stuff too, but eh, it had been fine so far).
He wears a mask (no not that one, though he did consider it because, you know, it would be freaking hilarious).
He pulls...a grand, whopping total of.... $100 a month. Wahoo.
Ok, maybe a little more on average; and sometimes its up to $200! It’s just worth the fees and the time, and after a while he has to admit it’s less stressful than any of his other gigs.
At first he’s paranoid about someone finding out, both in his personal life and his superheroics (he has, like, 10 self righteous rants prepared about the moral neutrality, nay the moral Good of sex work).
(He’s a little disappointed that it never comes up.}
Eventually he doesn't think about it, especially not on patrol, not any more than he thinks about the taco shop, or the GrubHob gig, or any of the bazillion odd jobs that come with working class heroics.
Eventually he doesn’t think not to mention it, and the set-up was perfect for him to — ok— sue him, he might have been trying to sound cool in front of an X-Man who was laughing at his jokes—
He, uh.
May have forgotten.
How much X-Men gossip.
It’s not like it would have been a big deal had the press event not happened two days later, and— why do other people always get a laugh when they repeat his jokes anyway!
Plus! He was on maybe two hours sleep when the tabloid asked him point blank and for a moment he was so wrapped in the euphoria of a non-Bugle rag interviewing him, and also not yelling at him for damages or anything serious, that he forgot he lived in a world where sex-work was stigmatized so—
yeah.
Good news! His secret identities are still fine, no-one’s even figured out which OnlyAccount is his. Bad news! Because his secret identity’s still intact, and noone’s figured out which twink is spiderpowered, he’s still only going to make $134 this month, which is barely more than minimum wage when you include prep time.
Other good news! Most fun he’s ever had explaining something from the internet to Jonah.
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How wonderful, beautiful, to allow yourself to see something from someone else's perspective. To let yourself like. Everything. To allow yourself to appreciate something simply for the value that someone else finds in it. There is no meaning but that which we assign. If nothing means anything, then it can mean EVERYTHING. Perhaps life is simply a wonderful accident. Okay. Now allow yourself to stand in awe at the outlandish probability that you are conscious and sentient in this moment to experience life. The odds are beyond calculation. Stand witness to the wonder of your own existence, improbable as it is. And allow yourself to know joy in anything and everything.
Here is a purpose: If, like me, you need a way to be useful, if only to justify your own existence, then let your reason for living be to appreciate your good fortune. Let yourself enjoy and accept good things, like kindness, and peace. Not cuz you deserve it, not cuz it was a gift or whatever and you wanna be gracious, nah...just cuz it's there and you're there. Might as well.
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