#reili makes

[flyingthesky]

Space rips open in front of you and you see the vast, cosmic wingspan of the Gander.

Oh shit.

[everymlmhybrid]

TALENTED MR RIPLEY RÉFÉRENCE IN THE HBOMBERGUG VIDEO

[anonbinaryweirdo]

you are crazy.

SITUPS AND PUSH-UPS ⚰️

PLS THEY'RE FUN

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: August 24th, 2022

WWW Wednesday: August 24th, 2022

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading?What did you recently finish reading?What do you think you’ll read next? Personal: Miss R had been having confidence issues with her riding over the past month. It didn’t help that she got thrown before her surgery, had 3 weeks off (her surgery), got thrown on her 1st…

[ireallyamabear]

The choice to put Una Chin-Reily on a Starfleet recruitment poster in the late 2370s seems a nod to the extraordinary person she is and her exemplary service, but Boimler’s enthusiasm for her as a personal hero cannot mask the fact of what Starfleet execs are really doing here: while it is Starfleet tradition to honour esteemed personnel from its centuries of history, we have to look at the poster as a product of its time: it seems clear that, shortly after the devastating death toll and the rapid militarisation of the Dominion War, putting a prominent figure of the Great Exploration Age - and notedly someone who had not served in the Klingon War - as the poster person for Starfleet is an indictment that contemporary young people of the Federation are not drawn to the service as it is in their time anymore.

Critically, Starfleet has to use somebody from a 120 years ago, a timeframe that would lap generations of even especially long lived member species like Vulcans or Denobulans, to attract new recruits. Boimler says himself that seeing Una as a representative and her motto - “Ad astra per aspera” was: “Uh, it was a really big reason why I joined.” Clearly there is a wealth of recognisable Starfleet officers from 2370 and onwards, but their entanglement in the Dominion War, or at least in the Borg threat makes them unsuitable as role models for people like Boimler who cannot help but associate these contemporaries with the horrors of war and intergalactic conflict. Thus, the retreat to a “safe” historical narrative, with Starfleet still being about peaceful exploration reflects the growing divide between the realities of a colonised galaxy, the ongoing need of new bodies to fill the posts on all those ships and space stations and the aspirations and values of young people today. In this essay I will question whether Starfleet can keep its promise of scientific integrity in the face of growing political unrest in the UFP and ask what “Number One” herself would have thought about-

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[b0g-b0y]

Lonely nights

I definitely put words on paper. Requested@0nothingforyou0

Was trying to do angst but ummm ya.

Angst/Fluff? Price x M reader.

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The familiar feeling of cold sheets met you with the morning sun barely starting to rise, this wasn’t anything new y/n would wake up often without his lover or sometimes the roles reversed how could either of you be to blame for the lonely nights you both worked for the military you didn’t really have a choice when to stay or when to go. But somehow John never failed to leave a note saying when he might be back along with words of I love yours and a small breakfast he made for you before leaving. Y/n loves John he was everything anyone has ever wanted in a man, he was calm and collected, he knew when he needed to step out to take a breather and most of all if he needed something he’d get it done. Y/n felt like he didn’t deserve him. John always knew what to do and what to say. He was nearly perfect in every way. Y/n almost hated how understanding he was it wasn’t fair John deserves someone better he deserves someone that doesn’t fall asleep silently cry and shaking someone that pushes everyone away when he gets trapped in his head he deserves someone that doesn’t refuse help he deserves so much better you would tell yourself over and over again. He deserves someone way better than you. No matter how many times these thoughts would run through your head you knew John would still be there.

Eventually when John did come back it was almost always the same. The house would be dark, almost all curtains closed and the house silent and he always knew where to find you. He would open a curtain to let some light in before sitting down on the bed and giving your head a small kiss.” Hey love how you are feeling I missed you” John asked. “Not well John I’ve been thinking…” you said softly.” You’re always thinking, I think you do that too much” John said with a small smile. You didn’t dare look at him.“John, have you ever thought about your life without me?” You asked slowly sitting up.” I have I’ve thought about how every time we go out for work I might never see you again, I think about how one day I might not come home”. John said well, rubbing your back.”No John…have you thought that maybe you’d be better off with someone else.” Glancing up at the man searching for an answer.” Y/n what are you getting at” John spoke with a bit of concern.” I just. I think you’d be better off with someone that’s not me” y/n spoke softly. “ love I wouldn’t be here now if I didn’t want you, we’re both soldiers it comes with problems but you’re not one of them. I help you and you help me.” Spoke John however you couldn’t meet his gaze. The room was silent before John spoke again. “ Well love, I got a gift for you, I didn’t want it but I thought it would make you happy” Price said with a smile.” You treat me too well, I don't deserve you” you said softly. “ It's outside, I hope it can stay there” Price said, pulling you outside only to be met with an old retired German shepherd.” His name is Riley he’s retired now his handler couldn’t keep him still busy in the field” Price explained.” Riley like your team mate Ghost Riley? When that man visits he can stay outside with the dog.”y/n said.” Now that’s going to be a problem, love… fine the dog can come inside but it can’t sleep in our bed” Price said firmly. However it was clear that the words that he spoke went in one ear and out the other. However it was clear to Price that bringing home Reily was a good choice, your relationship improved as well as y/n's mental health overall all it was a good choice.

[flameeagleheart75]

Ramble about Star Trek.

Star Trek, TOS, Season 1 Episode 14.

'The Conscience of the King'

AKA-

Spock desperately tries to get Captain Kirk to acknowledge his trauma for 45 minutes; while Kirk loses yet another friend and tries to bring a former dictator to justice before anyone else gets hurt. Also, Shakespeare, yay!

Would not be the first or last time Spock tries to salvage or rationalise around Kirk's mental health and it's fascinating how often that's a reoccurring theme (when he erases a memory that is too sad for Kirk to bed in a later installment comes to mind).

There's this tendency in a lot of pop culture, I think to show Kirk as this freewheeling playboy who takes risks for the sure sport of galavanting across the universe in his beloved ship but whenever I sit down and rewatch the original series and films I'm always fascinated by how much he takes on a mental burden and is determined to carry the weight himself without discussion.

"Logic is not enough, I've got to feel my way, make absolutely sure." -Kirk

He's often referred to as the 'unflappable' or 'infallible' Captain Kirk in summaries but we see so many times that while he will always do what needs to be done, the toll is always steep. That's what makes his grounded friendship with McCoy so good and, of course, what lends so much to his dynamic with Spock.

In this very episode, Spock uses logic to try and help Kirk reach a conclusion but the whole time he is also aware that Kirk is both concealing information and is not coping as well as he's letting on. Spock himself seems more openly frustrated than he usually is because he knows the threat to life that Kodos's lingering presence can cause.

And yet, he had to learn that information on his own because Jim, his friend; could not share that part of his past and trauma with him. The scene with the overloaded phaser comes to mind. If Spock hadn't been aware of the situation by that point and wasn't down in the room discussing the logic of Kodos's identity, what's to say that the phaser wouldn't have gone off and taken half the deck with Kirk?

If Spock hadn't been empathetic and, furthermore, had a deep understanding of his friend, the entire crew might have been kept in the dark on the situation until both LT Reily and their Captain were dead.

And what's fascinating, it's only after his friend is killed, his crewman poisoned and his ship almost destroyed that Kirk moves and accuses the man he believes to be Kodos directly. He does not focus on his own safety but whenever others in his care are threatened, he jumps into action without delay.

James T Kirk carries the weight of a star system on his shoulders all his life and by his side, always is S'chn T'gai Spock, son of Sarek and Amanda. The half Vulcan, half human man who understands him better than perhaps anyone.

I just think that's interesting.

(Also I headcanon Kirk as Bi)

-Flame watches Star Trek

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Chapter Nine: Bloody Press 

“One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!” - (Y/n) (L/n)

9

The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filled the Riley kitchen with a surge of hope for a new day. The atmosphere was warm in comparison to the other night that will surely be remembered for the rest of their lives.  Mrs. Riley had made it her priority to fill the kids stomachs as much as possible before the day got started. They needed some sense of normalcy before heading into the school doors. The campus was already swamped with the press, there was no doubt that the students were restless as well. 

“I know they let you guys have a day off yesterday but do think you should stay home,” 

Tatum dug into her pancakes with a grimace, “Your objection is duly noted.” 

The girl had preferred if they didn't talk about what could happen at school today. The cheer team had blown up the house phone non-stop yesterday to talk about Sid and (N/n). She understood the curiosity and the drive for gossip, but privacy was what was needed for the both of them at the moment. There were lines even she didn't cross when she had enough sense. 

Although her best friend wasn’t showing any signs of fear she could sense it wafting off of her. And who could blame her, with the killer calling again the other night saying she had pointed the finger at the wrong guy again? The Cotton Weary case is still being talked about even with the serial killer at large, and it did truly make her wonder if the man truly did kill Sidney’s mother. 

The town talks alot about drama and rumors, and Tatum has heard a thing or two in regards to Mrs Prescott during cheerleading practices here and there, but it wasn't something she would rely back to her best friend. She didn't want her best friend to think she was  gossiping about her family, that simply is horrid. 

“I want to be around a lot of people, mama Reily,” Sidney mustered up a smile, “Plus I want to see how (Y/n) is doing today. I should've called but I wanted her to be able to process everything going on.” 

It was mainly the truth. The other reason she didn't call is because she would feel inclined to tell her the phone call she received the other night from the killer in question. (Y/n)’s names rolled off that sick man's tongue as if it was second nature— a blessing to be able to utter it. And the possessive crossroads of his tone with calling her his— Sidney could only shiver at the thought. 

As if sensing her discomfort, Tatum placed a hand on her shoulder. She too was worried for the girl, but she was with someone who didn’t have family around her right now. There were still no signs of Sidney’s dad according to the police officers and not to mention she was practically alone due to having no mother. One that was brutally murdered. Just like her alibi was the other night. 

Whoever this man was needed to be stopped before he could do further harm. 

“She's fine Sid,” Tatum tried to reassure, “Stu went to visit her yesterday to make sure she was alright.” 

Sidney's eyebrows shot up at the news, “Stu went to visit? Where was her Aunt?” 

“He said something about her not having enough hours at the hospital. I wonder what's going on,” The strawberry blonde pursed her lips in worry, “You don't think they're running out of money do you? I thought their house was fully paid off. Or do you think something happened with CPS—” 

A whack to the head was sent over by Mama Reily in response. In the morning gossip wasn't allowed at the table…only at dinner time. 

“Now don't you go talking bad about that woman! She works a lot harder than alot of people in this town trying to provide for (Y/n),” The mother placed the fresh stack of pancakes just in time as Dewy rushed in his brown shirt of his uniform untucked from his trousers. “I still remember the night that the girl's parents were pronounced dead with no leads. It had to have been an armed robbery, but who honestly would be that desperate for money and kill a loving husband and wife.” 

The town knew about how Gia (L/n) immediately took up the task of taking care of (L/n) after her brother's murder. She made sure (Y/n) was always on time for school, had the best packed lunches and even made sure the girl had enough movies and comics to keep herself occupied. As an aunt she was still considered young even though she was only twenty nine years old at the time. She worked day shifts when the girl was younger and switched to night shifts recently when (Y/n) turned sixteen. 

Gia has been giving (Y/n) the world as much as she can. There's only so much you can do to give someone who has unfairly lost their parents.  

It was honestly disrespectful the way the town looked down upon them with no man in the home. It was a mindset that needed to be changed that had a male running the home and the woman at times to stay with the children. The fact that Gia wasn’t married and had no husband was a jab here and there the Woodsboro housewives would talk about. But it seemed like Gia didn’t mind or wasn’t worried about that fact. In fact she took strides in it. 

Sidney wrinkled her nose in distaste at the memory of Billy coming to her house with a bloody nose one afternoon to study over her house. Her concern for him was genuine at first then shattered when she learned what it was for. 

“Billy! What happened?!” Sidney followed the Loomis boy down the hall to her bathroom with a towel in hand. Her body was rigid from the sight of her boyfriend's nose bleeding on the white tiles floor.  

Billy simply grabbed the towel out of the girl's hand wetting it underneath the sink, “Some dipshits were talking about (Y/n) and Gia. I had to put them in their place.” 

Sidney’s eyebrows creased in agitation, “You got into a fight over (Y/n)? Why would you even-“ 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

The silence in the bathroom was deafening. All she could do was take in the boys' aloof expression as if he did nothing wrong. And in a way he didn’t-although the bruises and busted up knuckles said otherwise. 

At the moment she shouldn’t be thinking about that. She should be thinking of a way to gain evidence against a convicted murderer who was coming after her and (Y/n). Since she was proven wrong she would at least need to apologize to Billy-her own boyfriend for causing him. 

But her gut. It was telling her something wasn’t right. 

 “You don't think it could've been the man that attacked them do you? He does seem a bit obsessed with (Y/n). Do you think he sees her as ‘the one that got away’?” Tatum theorized, she missed the way Sidney tuned back in from messing with her pancakes on the plate. 

“That wouldn't make any sense,” Sidney muttered, mouth full, “(Y/n) was home with her grandmother when it happened. They were walking home from date night when they were killed on the street corner-two different places. The killer wouldn't even be considered a suspect because (Y/n) never saw him.” 

“Aw thats right….maybe he's a weirdo that likes her because.. she's —ya know—-” 

Mama Reily gasped, “Tatum-”

“What—?”

“There's no talking like that in this house! I taught you better than that!” 

The blonde sent a nervous expression her way, “I wasn't saying that in a bad way. Her race is very beautiful—” 

Sidney nudged her roughly, before quickly changing the subject, “H-hey Dewy what do you think? Is it possible the case involving (Y/n)’s parents should be opened back up? Especially since the man has an obsession with her.” 

Dewey frowned, his mustache bristled with crumbs from the jelly toast he ate. “Hell if I know. The case was first introduced when I was simply a rookie, armed robbery happens all the time, nothing abnormal. And the street corner they treat didn't have cameras or witnesses. I will admit-,” The phone rang in the living room drawing their attention, he held up a finger, “I will admit that something doesn't seem right about it though. Something happened more than an armed robbery. I just can't prove it.” The deputy went to answer the phone letting the news blare into the kitchen cutting off the awkward tension. 

“-This is not the only thing that this reporter has in story for you in regards to Sidney Prescott, who escaped the vicious attack last night  was the daughter of Maureen Prescott who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tourchred the deceased. Cotton Weary is now currently awaiting an appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness to the states prosecution-” 

“It's never gonna stop. Is it?” Sidney frowned at her pancakes. 

Tatum started to rub her friends back in comfort until Dewey emerged from the living room off the phone. 

“Turns out Billy was released yesterday without my knowledge. His phone records were clean. He didn't make those calls to you guys the other night.” 

Sidney looked utterly baffled and upset with the news, “Somebody called us Dewey! Me and (Y/n) aren't making it up!” 

“I know,” Dewey reassured, well at least attempted, “We're checking every cell tower in the county for a ping around the time the call happened. Any calls made to you, (Y/n), and Casey are being cross referenced. Now it's going to take time, but we'll find him.” 

Hopefully. 

“And my dad?”

The male only shook his head in guilt. 

“Breaking news! From the press papers this very afternoon written by none other than our latest news reporter Gale Weathers, has called it the latest ‘break in the case’ in concerns of Casey Becker and (Y/n) (L/n)! As you all know Casey Becker was murdered Tuesday August and Miss (L/n) was attacked by the same killer only forty eight hours ago. The paper has pointed to Becker having romantic feelings for her best friend and tried her best with keeping it a secret going as far as to document her feelings in a diary. The papers this morning have shared entries of evidence of possible fingers being pointed in many directions of who could be responsible behind these crimes-” 

“What the hell?” Tatum stood up along with Sidney in shock. 

Casey had feelings for (Y/n)?

“ Although Miss Weathers  has said it is very unlikely that Miss (L/n) is a suspect behind these crimes we cannot ignore the fact the killer has interest in her and even pointed out the murder of her parents many years ago that was ruled to be ‘armed robbery’-” 

“Oh my god,” Dewey ran out the door onto the steps to grab the morning paper. He fumbled to unroll it at a fast pace as Tatum and Sidney came up behind him watching the man's face go from shock to utmost horror. “Oh my god. Every entry from Becker's diary is here.” 

“Why is she doing this? Isn't it a crime to publish evidence like this-” 

“Yes—no—well—”

“Yes or no it's a simple answer Dewey!” Tatum hissed, snatching the paper from her brother's hands, “How did they even get it out this fast?! Did they work overnight?” 

The older Riley seemed at a loss for words. There was no way that a publishing company would work late at night willingly unless the details were that good or if they were going to be paid a hefty sum for the trouble. Dewy’s bet was on the ladder. 

Still he couldn't believe the work done in front of him. What kind of sick story was this? And who in their right mind would hand over the diary for Weathers to take it to the printing press? The male frowned to himself in disappointment; he thought he would have a chance with the women after their discussion yesterday in the department hallway. He’s not a jealous man of course, but seeing officer Montana come up behind her and lead her out the door-. 

Dewey paused, staring at the scene as Tatum started screaming and hollering in agony in the living room. Sidney was trying to calm her friend down but the teenager was inconsolable. 

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Tatum rocked herself back and forth in her mother's arms as her mascara ran down her face in unruly ways, “ Why couldn't he tell me the truth! I knew he wanted her! What does she have that I don't?! What does (Y/n) have?!”   

“Tatum,” Sidney hovered over her friend uneasily. 

The strawberry blonde turned to her best friend in fury, her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her face matching her hair. She was scanning her friend's face widely, taking in her cautious approach and uneasy eyes. She could tell what Sidney was thinking-she didn’t have to even say it. 

Yes. She was inevitably jealous of (Y/n) and the fact she was unaware Stu was wrapped around her finger. And she fucking hated it. 

It wasn’t like she could copy everything the girl did. She watched every horror movie with him, gave great sex, sometimes she would dress down like the girl in order to get longer glances, only to see the disappointment behind his eyes shortly after. She didn’t understand. Did she have to fully change her appearance? 

Tatum didn’t have to say it out loud her actions in the past as well as now we're telling enough that she practically wanted to be her. She was mortified and terribly embarrassed. 

“Did you know?” She directed to Dewey. 

“Tatum—'' Mrs Riley tried again to pull her daughter to the hallway. 

“No! Did you know?! My own flesh and blood about what happened in that diary?!” 

The living room grew tense by the minute as the Riley siblings looked at one another. Slowly Dewey tried to approach his sister only for her to take a few steps back in return. It was a hurtful sight but honestly what else could be said at that very moment? This has quickly changed from precessional to personal. 

Dewey shuffled on his feet awkwardly, “Tatum-“

“Did. You. Know?” 

The older male let out a huff. Before letting out the words he knew he was going to regret. “Yes” 

It was then and only then did Tatum Riley lose her fucking mind. 

~ ☿ ~

Bus rides were usually so loud and obnoxious to the point where (Y/n) would be able to tune it out, but today…it seemed like the world had other plans. The moment she stepped on the bus along with the others on her street it seemed like the whole atmosphere grew strained, heavy she even dared to think. 

One of Casey’s fellow cheerleaders, Autumn, had insisted she sit with her while Jonah sat in the other seat beside them like it was some sort of protection protocol of some kind. She knew about Jonah’s girlfriend although she heard more about her from Casey’s point of view. They did have their moments here and there when discussing what was best for the team and (Yn) had to listen so she wouldn’t blow up at the wrong moment.

She would glare to stop other people from talking to her ‘which in itself wasn't normal’. Otherwise the conversation seemed fair, she asked how she was doing and what she had got on her recent exam in English. The girl was so tired in all honesty, but she was able to get some studying in for the history exam that’s for today's quick quiz. If the teacher was lucky she 

Sure people would talk and bother her from time to time on an average day, but this day seemed different. Their eyes were bugging out in desperation for answers like she was the only one who had them. 

Upon arriving at the school it was no surprise the press was all lined up harassing students for their teenage mindset with a serial killer on the loose. It wasn't like they were going to miss out on a scoop like this. She could see the headlines in next Thursday's newspaper; “Teens Thoughts on Horrid Murder of their dear Classmates”. 

The one thing that worried her was the cameras and whispers going on around her whenever she walked passed. There was a reporter here and there that would ask her random questions about Casey and their relationship. Or if “the murder seemed familiar” “did it seem like he was only targeting teens”.  

The one thing that stuck out to her was the mention of a diary. As soon as the question left the reporter's mouth Autumn had steered her in another direction and flipped the man off. 

They made their way through the courtyard after that, students whispers of gossip getting louder and louder with each step to the front doors. It was twisting the girl's stomach in knots with how the stares seemed to clawing at her. She could only imagine how Sidney felt since they were in the same situation, although the girl had gone through the same thing only a year before with her mother's murder. 

Bad luck was following the both of them. They were now dealing with two different scandals and murders on their backs. Talk about trauma bonding. 

Autumn suddenly shoved a girl out of (Y/n)’s permitter a scowl on her face, “Move along Candace! She doesn't need your craving to solicit gossip.” 

The tall cheerleader popped her gum with an eyebrow raised. Kandace was one of Casey's favorites and made sure to tell (Y/n) to go to her with any issues if she wasn't around. Just by the look of her she could see why. Jean short skirt, with a cropped airbrushed tee and new balance sneakers to tie everything together. Her long locs casted over her shoulders and rested along her front nicely. She was pretty by the current beauty standards, but regarding her soul it radiated big sister energy. 

Kandace simply gave what would be assumed a sympathetic smile her way. Her hands were raised up in surrender, “I'm not trying to start anything. It won't do any good after everything she’s experiencing. My only solid remorse is that I couldn't give our dear cheer mate some advice to snag her-“

“(Y/n),” Autumn cut off the girl quickly, “why don’t you go ahead? I think I see Randy over by your locker.” 

This caused (Y/n) to immediately snap her head in the direction and sure enough through the crowd of students she could see Randy leaning up against her locker reading the paper from this morning. The boy looked to the side, his eyes widening when he saw her before quickly waving her over. 

(Y/n) smiled to the redhead in thanks before she made haste in the boy's direction with a smile. The two cheerleaders watched as the crowd quieted down before parting for the girl. They felt themselves stiffen as Randy started to frantically talk to the girl placing the newspaper behind his back. 

“She doesn't know,” Autumn hissed quickly to the blonde. 

This caused Kandace to go from sympathetic to utterly mortified. “Y-you’re -you’re going to let her go inside not knowing-?”

“I’m going to let her friends handle it. She needs to find out from them. no one else  has asked her about it this morning. I made sure of it.” 

The brown skinned girl frowned, “I hope you know I’m very disappointed with your decision.” 

Autumn rolled her eyes, “And I’m very disappointed with almost all of yours. Especially letting Tatum still be on the team. ” 

“Randy, for the last time I’m fine! Are you feeling alright this morning?” 

Meeks perished his lips together in inner agony. It was clear that no one had told her about the news from this morning or the paper. And he hated it, he fucking hated it because she was already going through so much already and now she had to worry about reporters dragging her friend when she hasn’t even had the chance to go to her funeral yet. 

Randy looked down at the paper, then back up at (Y/n). If he was being honest he would rather be the one to tell her everything going on than anyone else. She deserved to know those closest to her. 

However, before the male could hand over the paper it was abruptly snatched from his hand. Turning around he came face to face with Stu Macher, his face red and chest heaving up and down in panic. Randy honestly has never seen the boy so out of sorts before. Sure there were a few moments where he lost his temper but he was usually seen as the easy going one most of the time. Although now his secrets were laid out all on the table glide to the morning paper. 

Randy snarled at the boy remembering how his stomach sank reading the entry where Casey and Stu discussed having a threesome with (Y/n). What kind of sick fucker would want to take a girls virginity in a fucking threesome? With her best friend watching no less! Where was the intimacy? The seclusion and the patience? 

Is that how low he thinks of her? After all these years of them knowing each other? 

Yes. Randy was not only angry because the girl he has feelings for is being disrespected, but because she had been through enough already. And Stu was showing he wasn’t fit for her. 

“Give it back dick face-“ 

Stu’s heated glare cut him off like genome, “who are you callin’ dick face ya twink?! I bet you were so excited to hand this over! It was a frickin’ drunk conversation it didn’t mean anything-“ 

“Didn’t mean anything?” Randy scoffed, “give it to her and see if she feels the same way.” 

(Y/n) watched the two boys carefully while taking in their expressions before looking around the hall. Everyone’s eyes were on them now and the whispers were getting louder. They were making a scene, 

“Uh guys, maybe we should-” 

“Don’t try to hide your fucking sins now!” 

The group of teens snapped their heads to the left to see a red hot fiery strawberry blonde walking their way. Never had the student body seen Tatum Reilly so angry and flushed. Her mascara was still runny from the tears she was shedding to the way her tight cropped jersey seemed to be wrinkled as if she'd taken it off and on several times within minutes. Not to mention her shoes that were currently un-tied as well Sidney was only a few paces behind her trying to grab onto her arm but it seemed like with each passing second she was only getting further away from her. 

“Oh god!” Stu rolled his eyes to the ceiling, “I can only handle one thing at a time!” 

“Oh really?” Tatum laughed in mirth, “you seemed pretty happy with the thought of occupying two women at the same time-“ 

“I was drunk and fucking unhappy-“ 

“Like that’s any excuse!” 

Stu smiled ruefully, “Oh don’t try to act like you’re any better. Let me remind you they all now know what you also did to Casey and (Y/n). Cornering her in a sleepover and calling her a slut!” He looked her up and down, the smile slowly turning into a slight snarl, something (Y/n) had never seen on the boy's face before. “Don't forget how this relationship started in the first place. “Casey is slow and boring-I can give you exactly what you need and more. Follow me and I’ll show you.”” 

Tatum looked around her cheeks flamed, the cheer team gasps, whispers, and glares were apparent making her blood run cold. She couldn’t believe he was telling everyone how they started, with her desperate attempt to sleep with him 

“You're just as guilty! Who leads girls on when you've already made up your mind on who you want?” 

“I told you who I wanted!” 

(Y/n) felt her nerves start to rise with each sentence being argued with Tatum and Stu. What the hell were they talking about? How did everyone find out about the sleepover? And why is Stu trying his best for her to not read the newspaper. She looked around slowly before her eyes landed on Kandace and Autumn promptly gesturing towards her with their own newspaper in hand. While her group of friends were distracted she quickly rushed over towards them seeing how Autumn looked sad and ashamed. 

“What's going on?” (Y/n) questioned. 

Kandace did not respond. In a way she didn't need to, her sorrowful expression was enough for the girl to understand it wasn't anything good. Reluctantly the cheerleader handed over the newspaper that felt way heavier than it should’ve. 

It seems like time slowed down with each entry the girl had read. From the front to the back, from the good to the bad, from the confessions to the secrets it was all laid out before her. And it hurt, it fucking hurt. Not because of how Stu viewed her, all of the ruthless things that were all done by her friends behind her back, no. It was the fact Casey loved her. Her best friend loved her so much and she couldn't say it in person. It had to be written down in a diary because she was afraid no one would accept her for who she is. 

Casey was gay. She fucking loved her. And now she is gone because of a ruthless killer that had a vendetta. And instead of her having the right to express herself to the world herself, a fucking reporter did it for fame. 

Stu shoved Tatum off of him once more, “Enough Tatum, we've had this discussion before. This was only temporary, I told you I didn't want anything serious!” 

“What does she have that I don't Stu!” Tatum hissed with venom lacing her tone, “She's a fucking virgin! And she most definitely doesn’t want to fuck you after you’ve sat back and fucked me-” 

“That's enough!” Sidney said with conviction, “The both of you look ridiculous! Just break it off and apologize to each other-” 

But it was already too late, Stu lost balance and fell on the floor from a wack to the back of his head with a history textbook. The crowd of students gasped in shock from the girl's actions, and her friends took a step back all except Randy Meeks. He simply stared at the sight before him, (Y/n)

“Is that how you view me?” It was above a whisper, but Stu could hear her tone clear as day. The anger and malice was there to play , “You view me as a friend to simply have sex with?” 

“No!” Stu tried to get up quickly but stumbled due to how dizzy he currently was, “ No! Please listen to me when I say this! I was drunk and messing around. I would never think of you as easy or to take advantage of you like that (N/n)! You know me better than that!” 

A permanent frown rested on the afro haired lips, “Do I Stu Stu? You seemed to be having a lot of fun with Tatum and Casey as if I wasn't there, always waiting and watching….. I knew I wasn't the prettiest….but I thought you would eventually realize how much I wanted you. But you had never changed, you’re fucking to deep up your ass to look and see the girl who was willing to die for you idiot!” To add more effect she threw the textbook one more time-only it wasn't at Stu-it was at Tatum. “Don’t think I didn't read that you fucking went behind Casey’s back you bitch!” 

(Y/n) pushed through the crowd with her friends quickly calling after her. It took a flat two minutes for her to get outside to the courtyard and see that van with other reporters doing an interview with the woman that was the cause behind her sheer heartache and rage. 

“Gale!”  (Y/n)’s shout was thunderous and unfamiliar. The looks she got alone showed that it was frightening to say the least. “I want to speak to the bitch that decided to give you evidence to a murder investigation! And that ducking decided you knew what the fuck you were doing with writing a story about this case concerning my parents.”

A reporter who was interviewing Miss Weathers promptly got out of the way of discussion, their cameraman ready. Gale watched the girl come up hastily and tried to remember everything she noted down that morning for the incoming questions the teen girl would have for her. 

“Are you happy with yourself?” (Y/n) snarled in fury. 

“To tell the whole truth about Casey’s final moments here in this world yes-“

“Moments that were kept in a diary for a reason. You’ve just outed a whole eighteen year old from beyond the grave and she’s not even fucking six feet under yet! It’s nearly impossible for her to be embalmed properly and not to mention the fact her parents didn’t even get a word in on this?”

“Did you even think about what it was like for her family and friends? About the risks of your actions and how they could affect others close around her? Or were you too selfish and money hungry for that to even cross your mind?” 

Gale looked around to the cameras and students who were listening intently. She felt the embarrassment and shame start to sink in from the angle she tried this at. From her perspective it was the only way to get the killer to come out from the shadows and to feel the pressure but the way the teen girl was looking at her made her feel terrible. The words cut like a knife and she was trying her hardest to come up with a comeback—and an explanation, but her words were dying in those venomous eyes that were staring back at her. 

“Well--” 

“Well?” The girl scoffed, “That's what you start off with? Well?! For my best friend you're disrespecting beyond the grave.” 

Sidney hesitantly reached out to the girl, “(Y/n) she's not worth it--” 

“No,” (Y/n) snapped, “It's been overdue for this conversation.” 

Stu stayed in the back trying to ignore the heated glare he was receiving from Tatum. He would try to go up and calm (Y/n) down but that would mean he would look guiltier than he already was. Not to mention the throbbing ache on the back of his head was terrible, in his opinion he did deserve it though. He shouldn't have gotten so drunk and excited when having sex with Casey, now (Y/n) knew of their drunk conversation and probably hated him. He was going to have to find a way to ask Billy to help him-.

“Are you not even going to try to apologize for what you did?” 

The male turned back in and looked at Tatum in frustration, “We’ll talk about this later, can you at least give me later?” 

Tatum wiped at her eyes and nodded, he expected for her to turn and walk away only for her to stand beside him and watch everything go down. A part of him knew that she was too in love with him for her own good, it was going to be hard to let her down easily without hurting her anymore. It was never meant to be a full relationship, she was only supposed to be there to help when he got upset or lonely. She started calling them boyfriend and girlfriend first, not him. 

“What's going on?” Billy’s voice cut through the tension between the two teens. Stu honestly was so glad to see his boyfriend, after everything gets settled at the school they are going to have to rethink about their plans concerning winning (Y/n) over. 

“(Y/n) is confronting Gale about the article, if we don't stop them it could get ugly,” Randy rushed anxiously. 

Tatum scoffed, “(Y/n) would never—” 

“You and community dick over here just got whacked over the head with a text book. Do you really want to finish that sentence?” 

Loomis ignored the squabble that started, and made way towards the front of the crowd near (Y/n). Sidney peered at him from the corner of her eye but refrained from saying a word to him. She was too suspicious for her own good, but it was okay, he would mess with her head again later. 

Billy stroked the girl's shoulder gently trying to direct her away from the reporter, “Come on (N/n). This isn't what Casey would have wanted—,” 

With a sniffle  the girl reluctantly managed a nod, “You're right. This isn't what she would've wanted.”

 The girl looked at Gale for a long moment watching the women begin to ease up on a sympathetic smile. As if a red thread snapped at once, so did her sanity. 

“—But it's what I want.” 

No one had a chance to pull (Y/n) back before the first hit landed and Gale's hair was in her fists. The older woman let out a scream of terror as the teen girl let off hit after hit. Her face twitched into a crude smile. She couldn't recall the moment they started rolling on the ground and her refusing to let go. The tufts of hair would slip through her fingers to the ground before grabbing at another section, ripping and tearing whatever she could. 

In all honesty it didn't seem like a fair fight. 

All the pent up rage and frustration from the past few days were unleashed with each punch and hit the girl could land. She couldn't hear the other commotion around her or the pulling and tugging Billy was doing to get her off the women. She was pretty sure who heard Deweys voice at one moment begging her to stop, and she would have listened-she honestly would have but the way Gale had the nerve to smile at her after everything she had done she couldn't let it go. 

She was done being pushed around like she was no one. Of being nice and ‘letting things go’ because ‘it was the right thing’ to do. When was justice ever going to be served to the people that wronged her and her family? This town was sucking the very life out of her by basically existing. The flashing lights of photos being taken, whoops and hollers of all the nearby student body cheering her on. 

No one cared about the fact Casey was outed by this woman. No one cared that her friendship would possibly be ruined with her friends due to the many secrets that were revealed. And no one cared that she hadn't been able to properly mourn the fact that the people she loved were crumbling and dying around her without warning. 

She was tired of loving people that weren’t going to stick around. 

“(Y/n)!” A lift of her arm then another tug was felt moving her weight off the older woman, “Dear god! She’s bleeding! (Y/n) she’s fucking bleeding get off!”

The girl zoned back in on her hands seeing the crimson red staining them from her knuckles to her elbows. Her breathing was heavy as she stared at the woman below her sobbing, Gale's nose was busted and bleeding all over. Her strands of hair loss and mixed into the blood and matted together I hurt her grip. 

(Y/n) could feel the perming snarl slowly being life’s from her face then sheer terror sinking in. She had done that. She had scratched and pummeled Gale Weathers. 

Looking down at the hand underneath her arm she traced to find Randy holding her. Billy was in Dewey’s grip and hand on his cheek as if he’d been hit. The guilt slowly started to sink in but by bit as she took in her actions. 

“That’s enough (N/n),” Randy whispered  softly, “she got the message.” 

(Y/n) felt a lump in her throat and slowly released Gale completely. Looking down at her bloody hands only then did she begin to cry and sob. The anger, the loss, the frustration, and overall sadness came to light. She never wanted to hurt anyone, she was just so tired. 

“Dee I-I would never-“

“Shhh,” the boy started to pull the girl up and off the reporter gently, “I know I know-“ 

“It’s not fair!” (Y/n) cried out, “She shouldn’t get anyway with it! She’s tarnished her name-“ Randy pulled the girl away again but she turned to the reporter one last time her words still star and filled with hate, “One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!”

Randy cut the girl off with a full embrace to muffle her pained cries. He refrained from flinching the way her bloodied hands gripped his shirt tightly. It seemed so long while they stood there holding one another while the girl was sobbing. The cops surrounded the scene taking Gale to the paramedics while Billy was looked at quickly for the bruised on his cheek. However the boy wasn't focused on the searing pain of his face, no his eyes stayed glued on the male hugging his precious (Y/n). 

[buzzybee3]

I need help-

I have two au’s in my head atm and can’t decide which one too start on, kinda leaning towards greenhouse cause it’s like based on true event ft me. But I wanna see what some people think

Au 1: Experiment Au

Ships:

Y/n x sun/moon

(Married to Stephanie ofc poly) Matpat x Dj music man

(Dating Amy ofc it’s poly) Markiplier x Glamrock Freddy

Y/n parents:

Human: (tbd these are just filler names if anyone has suggestions) Sandra and Martin (younger siblings Reily and Alya)

Animatronics: Bonnie and Freddy

Y/n age: 17 when kidnapped, 19 during main story

Y/n Story: on family trip to the Pizzaplex with family, they are just leaving the area and she goes to the bathroom at a gas station across the street. Vanny happens to be around and kidnaps them on their way out. They wake up 3 months later in a laboratory, before being put back under again

Y\n behavior: Sassy, loves kids, nice, has an attitude when needed, calmer later on but still very jumpy, forgetful (thank god for tech), likes listening to music while in the daycare.

Y/n appearance: nothing specific, but for self insert, long hair, freckles

Y/n likes: Chicken nuggets, gets along with Vanessa, like both sunlight and dark places, stickers, rock en Español(specifically la flaca, lives playing it and one day sun hears it and it goes as one would expect),

Y/n dislikes: fazbear management, rowdy kids(nothing they can’t handle), sudden changes in light, cherry flavoring,

Names for Venus- Sun: Morning Star, sunshine, sunspot, Moon: Evening Star, moonlight, starlight, star,

Au 2: Greenhouse AU”

Timeframe: post ruin

Ships: Y/n x sun/moon

Y/n parents: tbd but not mentioned. Godparents are, they are important to story(tbd if you guys have any name ideas shoot): aunt/godmother: Yelina uncle/godfather: Rafael godsiblings/cousins: Ulices and Maddy

Y/n age: 23

Y/n story: they always wanted a greenhouse, grew plants all the time. Their godparents had land in Arizona, and they had surrounding land that hadn’t been bought yet. Y/n decided to buy it once they were older, and they have the land now, 3 acres, plus the two acres from her godparents that she used to build her house on.In her house she had a ton of plants, it is somewhat small but cosy, she has a giant garage for robotics and stuff since she had always wanted to work with that, and they make small little guys similar to helpy. Once they begin construction on their land they start looking for workers, there was going to be the main greenhouse area which they would tend to, a restaurant in the center, a small daycare for kids of adults who wanted to go to relax, and a small cafe, all inside the giant greenhouse. They start looking when someone catches their attention, they went out on a ride with their cousins on ATV’s and found robot parts by the mountains, that seemed to be mostly intact, they looked like the sun almost, and considering every time y/n found machine parts they would take them, they decided this time would be no different, they place the animatronic in their lap and continue their ride as per usual, and going fast over the bumpy parts of the dirt makeshift road because that is always fun. Once they make it back to the land, they show their find to their godparents, who are thrilled! And their cousins are excited too. They take them to their garage with the help of their godfamily and get to work on fixing up some damaged wires and cables, and also cleaning up the shell and endo skeleton. The animatronic seems yellow, like the sun, it reminds them of something but they can’t place it. Then they turn it on and shenanigans ensue.

Y/n behavior: Nice, assertive, loves doing fun or dangerous stuff(ridding atv’s at 60 mph on dirt paths on the mountain) but also loves arts and crafts, is good with kids but never wanted them, which is why the greenhouse has a daycare, like to joke around a lot, and hanging out with their cousins even if they make fun of them sometimes, they have a ton of hobbies like sewing, crocheting, 3d printing, drawing, building crafts out of cardboard, 3d modeling, and building with legos.

Y/n appearance: is often seen wearing gardening clothes, a sun hat, or mechanic clothes and a bandana(that they made by crocheting it)

Y/n likes: doing crafts, dangerous things like riding the atv’s, having fun, relaxing, robots, sun/moon, learning about psychology, always 3d printing stuff, playing Mexican music over the greenhouse speakers(like la flaca) especially in the restaurant,

Y/n dislikes: karens, people destroying their plants in the greenhouse.

Y/n nicknames: Cabron(a), Sunshine, sunspot, moonlight, star,

Silly moments and memories: y/n is sitting with her grandma by a fire pit with their family, she notices she is eating peanuts, they ask if they could have any, and grandma pulls an endless well of peanuts out of her pocket, with some candy, surprise lol. The whole family just looks in shock at grandma, like how tf???

They had a piñata one day to celebrate Christmas and a hook was sticking out, so y/n gets a small gash on their hand (horizontal from the base of their thumb to the other side of the hand(no this is not very specific wdym)) while blindfolded and going at it on the piñata. (Yea y/n is sorta Hispanic I’m sorry but it’s so fun to write that stuff)

So what do you guys think?

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Brother Reily/Collector pony concept...

wanted to make his deity form spiky since the mimics are "upgraded" people (idk his servants made in his own image) and when jack burns a benajmimic it just. implodes and turns into black spikes

[flyingthesky]

mentopolis is a serious show about listening to your conscience

[greatbigbellies]

2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR (DAY 1)

The Maternity Seamstress: 1st Trimester.

Reily did her due diligence opening up her shop. Unlocked the doors, flipped the sign, cashed in the till, all the usual stuff. It was a tuesday, which was typically the slowest day of the week, so she started off putting together a list of housekeeping tasks for herself. It was a one person shop, so while that meant she had to do everything, it also meant no one else could mess it up. She was very detail oriented, she had to be, being such an accomplished seamstress. She prided herself on her craftsmanship, and her portfolio of repeat customers spoke for itself. She could do it all, repairs, alterations, sewing whole dresses from scratch… if someone needed an article of clothing changed, she was the one to go to.

Reily had her list of maintenance tasks lined up. Not so long she had to rush, but not so short she’d spend the day sitting around. She liked to keep busy. She turned her back to the front door just to hear it open and the little bell hung above to ring. Instinctively, she spun on her heel, turning to greet the customer. “Hi, welcome to Pins and Needles!” she smiled. The lady who walked in smiled tiredly back, clearly making an effort to be polite despite how worn out she clearly was. “Hi…” she trailed off for a second, carrying a gorgeous sky blue dress with a mermaid cut, something clearly form fitting. She sighed as she approached, laying the dress on the counter. “I need some alterations made to this dress. Everyone I’ve talked to mentioned you by name, you’re Reily, right?” she asked. She smiled and nodded, “Yes! I’m glad you came in, what do you need changed?” The woman sighed again, a little more frustratedly. “I need this let out, specifically in the waist. Is that possible without ruining it?” she asked. Reily looked it over, flipping it to look at the back and checking the seams. “Reasonably, I think. How much extra width do you need?” she asked. The woman cut eye contact, and Reily noticed her blushing a little. “I… don’t know yet. I’m hoping just a few inches,” she said, a little hastily. Reily looked at her, a little confused. “Why are you letting it out if you don’t know…” she trailed off. The woman huffed, not really at Reily, more at her situation.

“Well, I need that dress to fit me for a special gala I’m attending in a couple of months. The trouble is… I just found out I’m pregnant, and am far enough along that I’ll have a noticeable bump by the time the event rolls around. I just need it to reasonably fit someone four months pregnant…” she explained. Reily smiled. “That should be very doabl-” “with triplets” she cut Reily off. Reily blinked. That’d be more of a challenge, in no small part because she didn’t know just how much of a size difference that would make.

Reily looked over the dress once more, and nodded. “I’ll make sure it fits, and looks just as good. If you have time to let me get a few measurements so I know where we’re starting, I can keep this well fitted for the coming months,” she said. The woman nodded, and moved to follow her back to her sewing room, bringing the dress with her. “I didn’t catch your name,” Reily finally asked, leading her back. “Hailie,” she replied, following her to an area normally reserved for just the owner herself.

Reily walked over to on of her work spaces, Scribbling Hailie’s name on a notepad, so she could document her measurements, before grabbing her measuring tape. “I promise this won’t take very long,” she reassured Hailie, before lining the tape up to measure her. Hailie nodded, setting the dress on a table, before lifting her arms and letting Reily pose her as she needed to. “I appreciate you working with me under such short notice, I didn’t even think about calling ahead… I’ve just been overwhelmed as of late,” Hailie confessed. Reilie smiled as she slid the tape long Hailie’s torso, getting the length. Hailie was quite tall, almost a full head taller then Reily, and according to these numbers, a fair bit of that height came from her legs. “Of course! You picked a good day to come in, no one else has come by yet. I’m honored you trust me with such a high quality dress,” she replied, glancing over at the sky blue gown that lay on her table.

“I’ve been excited to wear it, the gala is a family event, some of the more affluent members put it together as a fancy reunion. I just hope that it fits well come the day,” Hailie grimaced at the thought. “Triplets or not, four months is less than half way to the end… I probably won’t have to alter it as much as you think!” Reily reassured her. Hailie nodded before sighing again, “I just know that babies in my family run pretty big, and I still want the dress to look flattering. I guess I should be lucky the gala hasn’t been pushed back any further,” she said.

Reily took a moment to scribble some numbers on her note pad before replying. She look Hailie’s waist measurement and internally calculated how much she expected she’d need to add. “With your good looks, and a dress that nice? You’re worried over nothing,” Reily complimented. Hailie chuckled, “Is the pep talk included in the price of the alteration or does that run extra?” she joked. Reily just smiled, “Consider it a first time customer bonus! Now, based on the numbers and the materials I have in stock, should have everything as you’ll need it in about a week? Maybe sooner, but I’d rather aim later then risk not making a deadline,” she said. Hailie nodded, “Good news is, I don’t need it back urgently. Just take your time so it turns out nice,” she replied.

Reily nodded and lead her customer out to the store area, “Just jot your number down and I’ll call once it’s finished,” she grinned in her customer service voice. Hailie nodded and scribbled a phone number onto a sticky note on the counter before turning to leave. “Thank you Reily, I appreciate your expertise!” she said, turning to leave. “My pleasure!” Reily replied, watching her go. The bell dinged again, the door closed, and Reily was alone in her shop again. She slid back into her workspace, a new goal driving her.

[racefortheironthrone]

I know this is going to be a big ask, but after Watching across the spiderverse and seeing Ben Reily, what exactly happened in the clone sage and why is he still around in the comics? Also who is Kaine?

If I couldn't understand the Clone Saga when I read it in the 90s as a kid, what makes you think I'm going to understand it thirty years later?

In broad strokes, my understanding is this: back in the day, Gerry Conway decided that his last Spider-Man story would end with a bang. So after killiing off Gwen Stacy, Conway brought her back, only to reveal that she was a clone created by the new villain the Jackal. The Jackal then revealed as his master plan he'd created a clone of Spider-Man (complete with all the memories of the original!) to kill the original Spider-Man because he blamed Spider-Man for the death of Gwen Stacy. The story concludes in a somewhat Twilight Zone fashion, with the Jackal and one of the Spiders-Men dead - but which one died?

Flash-forward to 1994 and the Spider-Office had fallen prey to one of their periodic fits in which they decide that Spider-Man needs to "get back to basics" by erasing his character growth. (I use the plural here, because the writing team on this one included Terry Kavanaugh, Joey Cavalieri, Todd Dezago, J. M. Dematteis, and Tom Defalco, so it's hard to assign individual responsibility/blame here.) So they retcon that the clone hadn't died, he was the new, more extreme Scarlet Spider (aka Ben Reilly)! Then they create another, even more extreme, anti-villain called Kaine who turns out to be Jackal's prototype clone. And on and on.

A whole bunch of action-figure-bashing ensues, and in the process there's a whole bunch of status quo alterations: it's revealed that the Peter Parker fans had been following for nearly thirty years was actually the clone and Ben Reilly was the real Spider-Man! It's revealed that Mary Jane is pregnant! Aunt May and Doc Ock die! Kaine becomes a good guy, because for some reason Marvel were trying to put him over.

If this sounds rather contrived, that's because it was. The whole thing was a pretty naked attempt to write Peter Parker out of the story by having him hand over the mantle to Ben Reilly, and give him a kid so he has a reason to retire. And thus, once again Spider-Man would be a swinging bachelor just like he was in the 70s when the writers were all kids, but with added Nineties marketability.

The fans fucking hated it. Terrified by a tidal wave of hate, the writers then completely undid everything - up to and including Mary Jane's pregnancy - and the whole thing turned out to be a ridiculously circuitous mind-fuck conspiracy masterminded by the Green Goblin. Which was also derided as a pretty naked Author Saving Throw, but at least the fans had the status quo they preferred.

Anyway, that's my understanding. Ben Reilly is still around because he developed a niche fandom of people into sleeveless hoodies and 90s angst - they're all mad now because he became a villain. As for Kaine...DWAI.

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: August 17th, 2022

WWW Wednesday: August 17th, 2022

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading?What did you recently finish reading?What do you think you’ll read next? Personal: Miss B and Mr. Z got their schedules for their HS classes this week. Miss B is taking 5 classes (English, History, Criminal Law, Introduction to Criminal Justice, and Ethics and…

[hermesserpent-stuff]

In you & @kzele's Tombstones & Time Travel AU, how would Silver Sable react to Spiderman being the nice waiter that always tried to cheer her up? Or, depending on how much she knows, will she suspect that Peter is 'Ben Reily's' descendent?

@kzele if youd like to say anything! no pressure.

I think it would fall into more of suspecting he is a descendant tracking him down, and then being like, wait no this is the same person. Then again we've talked about slivermane recognizing peter and then talking to him and a convo between silvermane and modern tomby about ~dont be so yandere~

I think silver sable would also recognize him and in a similar fashion to silvermane feel like she owed him at least one favor. and for that family favors are a HUGE deal that they never forget about nor leave you alone about. she does not buy the 'it was my grandpa' story either. i think shed try to recruit him.

if she knew about him being spiderman, I think her first thought it, yeah that sorta makes sense, and then the second is ' why are you friends with a crime lord??? are you dumb?'

(by the by kzele im down for the silvermane and peter convo or the tomby and silvermane convo to be public, I think it was like January of this year but if you dont that's cool too)