#sorry if this reads like a weird ramble I was typing into my phone as I looked stuff up lol

[humming-fly]

hi, I would encourage you to fact-check that post about censorship on tiktok. people’s videos absolutely do get taken down by the platform for using words the app/company has flagged, it’s notably a big problem for people using words like “transgender” and “lesbian” and “palestine” :// users (including ppl I know irl) get their accounts suspended over the use of LGBTQ words in their captions.

Howdy, thanks for reaching out!

I’ll be perfectly transparent I absolutely did Google that one to check it before I reblogged it because I try to practice “don’t reblog misinformation”, and since the first several hits didn’t mention users getting banned for things that post seemed to imply weren’t officially censored (swearwords, saying “die” “kill” etc.) I took it to be accurate without looking further into it

that said you’re absolutely right that TikTok does censor other words and phrases, though from best I can tell there’s no firm list (I did find a whole ass Wikipedia article on it though)

from that and some cursory googling I didn’t find immediate evidence that they block tags like ‘Palestine’ but did find some articles complaining tiktok was anti-Israel, so good chance opinions on that app’s stance differ by who you ask - for LGBT stuff def in 2019-2020 they had recorded problems via that Wikipedia article but since then either complaints have died down or they don’t report it as much. That said LGBT stuff is Absolutely being censored in some countries like China and I can easily see that spilling over either intentionally or otherwise into other territories

all that said I do think the original reblogged post stands in that some words aren’t being blocked (die kill masturbation etc) and people are trying to circumvent that for whatever reason, be it to get past peoples filters or to simply try and expand their audience into countries that have stricter censorship laws

meanwhile your point that other terms are actively being censored even within the US (where I’m at) is also true and important to consider

anyways this kind of derailed into a little research project during my lunch break - all said none of this has changed my opinion on TikTok (terrible app I will never ever use), but it was a good exercise in checking facts rather than going off knee jerk assumptions!

[jadeoru]

[caitlinbueckers]

fuck it.

caitlin clark x reader type beat

deadass this is just a mindless blurb but i CANNOT get shy yet cocky caitlin clark meeting a rivaling fan in an elevator outttt of my mind soooo enjoy (thanks @sellawrites for being my beta fr)

SLIGHT NSFW , DIALOGUE HEAVY , BULLSHIT RAMBLINGS

18+ regardless

it would come to you as a surprise. a shock, really.

it would feel almost too crazy to be true.

you don’t think you’re losing your mind or anything, which could be a super viable option if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just left the court, game fresh in mind, still wearing an oversized UCONN t-shirt, typing quickly at your phone to express your distaste with the win that IOWA just pulled over your favorite team.

the elevator doors open and close standardly— you hadn’t realized until you’d booked the hotel just how fucking busy it is, not taking into account that it was one of the nicer hotels in the city, elite only in the sense that it took a lot of fucking flight points to even book here, exclusivity aside.

it doesn’t register to you until you’re finished with an almost exaggeratedly dramatic description of the game to your friend, corner of your lips raising slightly only in jest of your words, that you manage to glance upwards, eyes flickering quickly from the back of the hooded figure, back down to your phone. well, that is, until your eyes flicker upwards again, remaining there with a studying gaze as you try to place just where the fuck you’ve seen that hoodie before, embarrassingly candid in your incessant stare—

until the figure turns, and your suspicion is confirmed, and it kinda fucking feels like karma, or maybe some sick joke from the universe that of course the hooded figure just somehow happens to be the very player that disrespected your team the most— caitlin clark.

you’re sort of gobsmacked, so it’s silent for a beat before caitlin, almost apologetically, rushes to speak.

“sorry, i just— i saw you looking, so—“

“no, no— that’s my bad, like- i just didn’t, um, realize that i like, recognize your hoodie…?” it sounds as painful as it is to say, and somehow caitlin, despite the looks of aggression, fierceness and fervor that she displays on the court, somehow melts into this weird, sort of embarrassed looking smile that makes something foreign tingle within you. it’s endearment, surely, but interest nonetheless.

“no, that’s okay— i wasn’t, like, complaining, or anything.” it’s only then that caitlin’s eyes flicker down to your tee, and suddenly, it feels a little fucking ironic. “did you make it to the game tonight?”

self consciously, your arms cross over your chest, attempting to cover the logo, but you find an awkward, sort of quiet chuckle bubble out of you, “i did,” and, because despite the fact her team sort of fucked over your favorite team, it doesn’t take away the respect you have for her because she is tough, so you even go on to say, “you played really fucking well, by the way.”

then, it’s your turn to be surprised again, because america’s hardest basketball player is fucking blushing in front of you, ducking her head like she isn’t six feet, practically demanding to be seen, and it makes you grin despite it, admiring that even now, in her claim to fame, she’s humble.

“dude, that’s- that means a lot to me, really. it was… super fucking close, but—“ she stops herself, right as the elevator dings for your floor, right as she remembers she’s talking to a person, not a conference room, and clears her throat a little. “it was… hard.” she says, and it feels so achingly honest that it makes you pause for a second, biting the inside of your cheek. “looked hard.” you remark, watching as the smile on her face returns, timid, but there nonetheless.

then, the elevator gives another warning ding, and you feel like a fucking idiot because the doors are open and you won’t just go, and leave it at that. because, when else do people just get chances to meet people like this?

the time on your phone reads 1:24 AM.

not like you had anything else to do, anyway.

“sorry, am i like— in the way…?” caitlin is almost overly apologetic as she stands aside, and you’re quick to shake your head, mostly because yeah, she sort of was in the way, but also, because you didn’t really wanna get off yet.

“no! you’re fine, um, i was just gonna suggest maybe we could, like, i dunno— grab a drink or something, y’know?”

jesus, you felt like an idiot as soon as the words are out, and you wince, eliciting a chuckle from both you and her.

you rush to explain, “sorry, that’s like— super fucking weird, i just like, fly out tomorrow morning so i just— wanted to offer, i guess?”

but for some reason, it’s mingled with the sound of caitlin’s quick reassurance, eyes wide almost as if to make sure she’s being understood, as she says, “no, no— that’s not weird, i don’t… have anything else to do, anyway.”

the answer, though only slightly backhanded, makes your lips twitch into a real smile, and you snort, shrugging a bit. “is it gonna ruin your reputation to drink at a hotel bar?”

she’s ruthless. a fighter. a winner.

she smiles again, and it’s soft, before she shakes her head, “what reputation?”

-

you both end up too fucking drunk— the bartender only a little starstruck as you both pretend under some unspoken agreement that caitlin’s name was totally debbie and she’d never heard of women’s basketball in her life. it’s stupid, and ridiculous, and somehow you want to think it’s too good to be true that one person can be so insanely talented, and somehow not be a piece of shit— caitlin seems to prove you wrong at every point.

“dude, fuckin’— god, kate’s gonna be pissed.” the words leave caitlin’s lips in a breath of laughter, the elevator shutting behind you as your hand presses to the wall for register, shoulder bumping against her arm due to the height discrepancy that isn’t totally still making something within you stir in awe.

kate martin. you’re aware of her team enough to identify who that must be, and for only half a second do you remember that this isn’t some chick you’d met at a hotel, this was caitlin fucking clark, and it fills you with a sense of astonishment, and then, weirdly, a surge of pride.

not for any posterity reasons, but because this absolute beast was fucking giggling and smiling and feverbright from the alcohol and you’re staring for way longer than you need to because, holy shit, why didn’t you realize how fucking pretty she was earlier?

“fuck it—“ you proclaimed, loopy and still a little too unsteady on your feet as you stumble, before her hand, long and firm, calloused and warm, flies out to grasp your shoulder, “my rooms like, fuckin’ empty, dude,”

she seems surprised, almost as much as you are that you’d even offered. “is that like—? are you like, sure?” and as if to make sure she has your attention, she pulls you to her, and your eyes flutter upwards, lips parted without a sound escaping because she’s looking down at you, her hair falling from its weakly tied ponytail, and she doesn’t realize that she’s holding you tight, but you can’t pull away because you don’t want to.

your response is immediate. “duh.”

she grins. your stomach flips, for the second time that night.

and really, truly, after that it should’ve been a lot more innocent. caitlin stumbles in and collapses on your bed, looking not even the slightest tired, but with a look on her face that makes you snicker out, “what?”

it escapes her in a breath of laughter, eyes lolling from the ceiling to you, standing almost idly beside the bed as your fingers caress the bedsheets, warm only from the presence of her body a few inches away.

“wish i could do this all the time.”

it makes you frown, but your lips are still upturned, giving her a look of amusement. “get drunk?”

her own hands are twiddling with each other, before she reaches up, caresses your arm with the subtlety of an elephant, tracing over the red lines she’d left on your bicep from the elevator. it makes you fucking shiver. “no, like— meet new people and stuff. just, talking to you is like— awesome, y’know…”

you don’t know, because you’re not a college athlete, but you nod anyway, leaning over her only slightly because the last vodka cranberry is settling nicely within you, and caitlin’s starting to grin, eyes hazy and cheeks pink, as you respond, soft and just for her, “consider this a prize then? winners trophy?”

she doesn’t answer, she just laughs and then she kisses you, uncoordinated and sloppy, nothing like how she is on the court, calculated and unwavering. like this, she’s loose, strong, but wobbly as she pulls you down over her, and it’s like a fucking sixth sense that you scramble atop of her, swinging a leg over her hips like you’ve done it a million times.

though, it’s more recognizable that she’s quick, her hands racing up your oversized shirt, thumbs hard as they press against your stomach, your ribcage, the lining of your bra.

she scoffs, soft and husky against your mouth, “take this shit off.” and it’s only then, that you remember cognizantly the UCONN shirt you’re wearing, and for some fucking reason, this sudden show of confidence, the liquor somehow fueling her, makes you blush.

“fuck off— “ you’re panting, but the shirt is tugged over your head regardless, a smirk on your face, “two point wonder.”

caitlin all but fucking growls, but she’s grinning, wolfish and proud, as she thumbs over your nipples, hard and pert through the lace as she presses her hips up against you, “two fuckin’— i’ll show you two fucking points.”

and she does.

maybe her post victory adrenaline had been surging, or maybe it was just all the beers she’d housed, but you’re surprised at her energy— which was stupid considering you were looking at a girl known for her endurance, her unlimited stamina.

but holy hell, she’d just rocked the fieldhouse for all it was worth— seemed like you were next on her agenda.

it’d be hard to recount all the details. you guys were drunk, and she was like a driving, pushing force— hands snuck down the front of your shorts, fingers impossibly dexterous as they curled into you, inducing every embarrassing and pitiful sound to rip from your throat, to breathe it into hers.

you probably wouldn’t remember her voice either, husky and low, gravelly with overuse, as she asks you, “hm? how’d i do tonight? tell me.” and in a sense, it’s fucking filthy. in another, it’s almost sort of sweet. the way she says it in your neck, the way she kisses you when you trip up to say, “good— so fucking good.” because neither of you are really talking about the game, and you both know it.

you pretend like you won’t remember the way she’s gone in the morning before you wake up, nothing but a warm reminder of her body on the haphazardly arranged bed, fixtures of the night surrounding you, like your littered clothes trailing off the bed, or your body under the sheets, like the pillow she’d used as leverage when she pressed open mouth kisses against the inside of your thigh, the way she’d taken you apart with her tongue and that’s all.

you do, however, remember the number she scrawls on a napkin, with an almost laughable signature that looks worlds away from her usual, coveted autograph.

instead of her looping cursive, a simple ‘cait’ sits scratched beside it, like she isn’t the award winning, competitively, aggressively ambitious beast that you used to know her as.

for now, it’s just caitlin.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I'm back and still a nervous wreck!

I had the stupidest idea and wanted to know what you thought.

For X-Men evolution because I think it fits best there

Reader who wholeheartedly believes in conspiracy theories, reader who doesn't believe mutants are real even when they themselves are one believing that instead the government made up mutants as a lie to genetically enhance people and get away with it. Wiping their memories and leaving them to fend for themselves, they wholeheartedly believe that their memory was altered (when in reality their mutation just mentally messed them up, think like their body releases toxic gasses or something like that readers been breathing it in since they have no control over their mutation and it makes them smell strange one of the many reasons why they have no friends)

So reader goes to the same high school as the X-Men/brother hood but not with either groups from the start, this strange quiet and weird smelling child who rambles about conspiracy theories and while their theories are... Unique they aren't hateful of mutants so the X-Men don't really notice them they blend into the background mumbling to themselves and forgetting where they put their hoodie (it was on the back of their chair)

Reader gets sent to the principals office a lot due to the way they act causing raven to get closer to reader their charming attitude and slightly messed up speech and memory issues making raven into the first platonic yandere eventually having the brother hood keep an eye on them.

I imagine reader sticks with the Brother hood while also not being a part of them just rambling forever about bigfoot or area 51 and the brother hood don't have the heart to tell this strange child that got held back a grade their weird like so many others have.

And when Kurt shows up the X-Men become platonic yanderes Kurt letting them ramble to him during one of the only classes they didn't share with toad at the time (I can never remember when characters in X-Men evolution get introduced I only have a pirated version that takes forever to start so it isn't worth setting up an entire thing just to watch one episode) and so Kurt goes back to the X-Men talking about his strange new friend who Jean and Scott remember seeing around the school, so with interests peeked they start looking into this teen, a teen who's parents never come to parent teacher conferences a teen who has been known to be very good at forging signatures on permission slips doing it for extra cash, a teen whose address is missing from official paperwork thanks to raven and a teen who always comes to school in dirty clothes a teen who doesn't have a phone and uses the library computers, and showers at a 24 hour gym every other day.

And so slowly one by one this child sneaks their way into their hearts and into adoption papers.

I'm writing this as someone who had lived in a house for a majority of my life that was filled with mold I was allergic to my mom promised it wasn't black mold but now I'm realizing it probably was I slept with my head inches from it for years it messed me up in the head, some of the side effects were "mold rage" that's really what it's called and memory issues I kind of used this as a way to vent about what happened in my life, I really didn't mean to do that I'm really sorry you can ignore this if you want typing it out just made it better and spinning it into a fun story was even cooler.

Thank you very much, a nervous wreck of an Anon.

No, no, it's okay, don't worry. I'm sorry you had to experience that, Anon. While I didn't deal with mold, I did once or twice, when I was younger, have a bad hallucination, which I didn't understand, and I believed a few things that seemed crazy (but looking back on now, was caused by stress and trauma). It isn't easy to have your mental health or perception messed with, and it isn't funny, either. (So yes, to anyone reading this ask/drabble, do not ever make fun of or try to trigger a person who has something like Anon or I mentioned. It is NOT, and I MEAN, NOT FUNNY AT ALL.)

Okay, let me see what I can do for you, Anon, maybe call you 🐝Bee or 🐝Wasp Anon? Or maybe 💛 Anon (Yellow Heart Anon)? Let's try this new mutation out-

• Reader is the sort of person who thought everything had a secret to it. The government? Was run by lizard people or aliens, or had a secret organization who experimented on people. Area 51? Definitely held aliens and maybe eldritch nightmares, and possibly secret evil projects to take over the world. Bigfoot and yeti and dragons? They were all real, they hid in the forests, and were probably nicer than most humans Reader knew. And school was designed to indoctrinate children from an early age, all because of what happened in ancient times, which was overthrowing the king and queen and chopping off their heads. So. Yeah. They they had a lot of ideas.

• They had so many ideas and ways of saying them that their teachers usually sent them to Principal Darkholme, whom wasn't nearly as bad as some people made her out to be! Sue certainly did yell at Reader; no, she just let then ramble for a bit while she looked through their papers (and maybe spied on someone, because this lady can't just be a principal), and gave them a weird look. Not a bad one, no! Just well, not mean but not happy but not annoyed either. Something that made her tell them to come to her if there was a problem, and that some of her students would start taking classes with them.

• Reader liked these new kids! This one guy looked like a toad or frog, and he smelled a bit funny too, less like propane or like the house was in danger, and more like swamps and leaf litter. Maybe he was a frog person! That would be cool! Unless the government caused this, and now it's not so cool and they need to get kicked in the ****... Oh... they can't say that... Oh well. This Peter? Piro? Pietri? guy is really fast and talks a lot too, and doesn't seem to mind showing them all his hobbies, even asking if if have any they want to share with him! Woo, another person to hunt small bug dragons and look for fae with! The giant one is kinda cool, like, he seems unmovable and unbreakable! Is he part whale? Part rock? Part demigod?! Whatever he is, he's strong, and is gentle with them like he is with the Toad guy. The shaky one (he isn't a rock, but he insists he is more rock-like than shaky, which is nonsense) seems to keep people like Duncan and his posse away, so he's pretty chill! And then there's the witch, who's magic and is so awesome and is really red. Maybe she's like, a chaos witch? That would be interesting... maybe she has a coven Reader can try to join...

• Those five let them talk and even chip in their ideas, but then start insisting they're mutants, not magic, or aliens, or government experiments. Reader points out they wouldn't remember that part. That just earns them an odd look, somewhere between sad and worried, but they're back to rambling since they don't need to worry about their friends not knowing certain things. It's okay not to. Reader can't remember certain things either, and they don't always say things how they want to say them, and they aren't wrong for being that way, so their friends aren't wrong for not knowing either.

• They gain a new friend, who turns out to he a blue fuzzy elf. He's funny, and German, and Reader is certain he is part angel, because he's that nice. He talks with them, even shows them his powers, and asks what Reader can do. And Reader laughs, saying they don't really know... He looks at them, says he knows someone who can help, and that's how Reader meets his friends (or family. They seem like a family). Their professor/dad says they're all gifted, and so is Reader, but Reader says that they haven't noticed anything so far. The man says he can read minds, and Reader asks if he can read theirs... The man nods, goes quiet... and he seems to panic, his eyes going sad in the corners and his gaze a bit haunted or winded. The others notice, but Reader doesn't know what's wrong... They're asked to visit them every day, so they can get to know one another, as friends do, and Reader agrees, happy to have more friends!

• It's so odd, meeting so many new people! They've finally gotten everyone's names memorized (it took a few weeks, but it was worth it!) There's Principal Darkholme, who also crossdresses as Mystique (cool, she can change colors and shapes!) There's Todd or Toad, their friend they share classes with and who smells a little weird and is a toad person. There's Pietro and Wanda, twins, who both look very different from each other, like opposites. Lance is the shaky guy who walks them to and from places, and Fred is who is there as back up in case someone gets too close. Kurt is their fuzzy elf friend (who must be part angel), and who smells like sulfur from time to time. The Professor is sweet, if a bit authorative, and tries to make them tea and discover their power. Jean and Scott are two older students who both seem to like the colors red and green and yellow, and they both start driving Reader to where they need to go. Kitty is the one in pink who seems to go phase through things, like some Twilight Zone person, and Rogue is the one in green and black who can do anything. There's also Logan, their old-but-not-old guard/dad man, who growls a lot and smells like leather and seems worried about them. Storm is a goddess, who controls winds and rain and clouds and lightning and snow and sunshine (she's so cool!). And Hank is their friends their dad, who likes science and listens to Reader's theories and tells them someone once thought he was Bigfoot (Reader laughs, and asks how that went, and that Hank couldn't possibly be Bigfoot! They're both entirely different beings, that's absurd!) These people are so nice! They even share food with them! And go to the park! And go to the library!

• The others have tried to convince them they're mutants, not government experiments or aliens or magical beings or demigods, but Reader isn't entirely convinced. How could mutants exist? Wouldn't they look super different from everybody? Or be welcomed? And if not, then everyone is just being a ****... they still can't say that... Oh well. They've tried to argue with them, but each time they cut it off before they start sounding choked up or angry or worried. Reader hopes they're okay. They don't like seeing them upset, and they really, really are trying to do the right thing. They just wished it wasn't so hard on everyone.

• The Professor calls them over one day, saying he's finally figured out what their power is. Reader chuckles, saying they've talked about it before, and that Reader can't have powers. He says that no, he knows what it is, and that they need to sit down. So they do, because they won't argue with him when he seems excited and scared. And he tells them that they emit a toxic gas or fume or mist, which causes hallucinations or ilillusions to those who breathe it in or absorb it. He says they do what they do and act the way they act because for quite some time now they've breated it in nonstop. They're quiet, and they feel worried, and they ask to go home. They don't sleep that night, too scared to go to sleep, too scared to turn off the light, too upset to stop thinking about what might be true or false...

• Their friends don't stop talking to them, but they don't want to talk a lot for the next few weeks. It's hard, and feels hard, and they don't want to think even more about how everything could be a lie and it's all an illusion and how it could be a trick- There's just too much to do, homework to do, reading to attempt, home to go back to, and not enough safety to be blank and to stop thinking for once...

• They call in sick for a few days. They stay where they live, with its old walls and decaying floors and smell of old rot and wood and metal, the creak of the boards and squeaks of the hinges making Reader jolt and jump like they've touched a livewire. Their head hurts now. It hasn't stopped hurting since the Professor told them about their... power. They haven't slept well since then either, the few times they slept full of nightmares, their nights full of tears, their mind struggling to understand why this was happening to them and why it couldn't make sense...

• Principal Darkholme visits them, so does the Professor, but they came in while they'd been in a fitful slumber. Waking up, muttering to themself, weaving into the rooms... they saw them, worried it wasn't real, and were soon being looked over by two worried adults, asking if they're okay, if this is their home, where are their parents, do they need help- And all they can do is let them bring them out of the old place, ending up at one one their homes, where they're given a tea to drink, and they try to settle...

• They soon are told they can be helped. That the adults will be giving them something to take, that it will help them, and they don't want to take it- but they end up having to, because it ends up either taken willingly, or it's slipped into their drink or food, and all they can do struggle as their mind starts experiencing something that feels like a pick trying to shatter it in two... It gets better over time, and for once, they can feel a bit... calmer. Like they're seeing things from a new perspective. And now they aren't sure what to do, with the new thoughts swirling in their head, the new feelings, the new abilities...

• Toad or Kurt or Rogue is usually with them. They keep them company, they make sure they took their medicine, and call the others when Reader starts to panic or feel overwhelmed. Sometimes it's okay, and Reeader can calm down on their own. Other times, their illusions and hallucinations effect everyone, and they have to call the Professor or Jean to walk Reader through shutting it down. They struggle to sleep at night, afraid of monsters in the dark; it leads to Evan or Kitty or Kurt usually throwing a sleepover in your room, hugging you, even promising you'll be okay, that you're strong, that you're safe... Mystique always let's you know it's her, no matter what form she is in, and she makes sure she's there if you need someone someone ground you or keep others away. Hank still does checkups on you, but he never calls you crazy or thinks you're weird, he just smiles at you and says everyone is different, but you're all human, mutant or otherwise, and that it's not an anomaly or wrong to go through what you go through, as it isn't wrong that he's fuzzy and blue, or that Toad smells a bit, or that the Professor can't walk. It's all a part of life, and they're so glad you're experiencing it with them...

(I hope I did this okay, Anon. I did my best, and tried to convey this the best I could. And folks, it is okay to struggle with things like this. You're still human, you are valid, and you matter. Please try to get help if you can, and take care of yourself, okay? You're you, and you're loved💛)

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 2: The Danger Begins Pt.2

~The following day, Henry's house~

"Okay, George has six times as many dimes as quarters in his piggy bank." Charlotte started to read out the math question to Henry. However, she was quickly interrupted by an exuberant Jasper bursting through the door.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah! I got two responses!" He yelled at them in excitement.

"To what?" Henry asked him.

"My birthday party invitation." He explained. "Two guys said they might come." He was ecstatic that at least two other than Henry and Charlotte could attend his party.

"Who?" 

"Sidney Burnbaum and Oliver Pook." Jasper read from his PearPad, but on hearing who had RSVP'd, Charlotte and Henry pulled a face of disgust.

"Ugh."

"Those guys eat bugs."

"So? They're people." Jasper started indignantly, but he soon caught his eye on the latest PearPhone on the table.

"When'd you get a new phone?" He asked Henry, picking the device up and looking over all its incredible features.

"Oh, uh, mine broke, so-- what are you doing?" Henry didn't want Jasper to realise that (y/n) had bought him a new phone with all of the Man Cave's contacts saved in it.

"You've got to get this new app," Jasper explained, typing away on the App Store.

"Wait, what app?" Henry tried to ask.

"Hey, you never told us what you do at your new job." Charlotte piped up, filled with curiosity from Henry's lack of telling them about Junk-N-Stuff.

"Oh, right, right." Henry trailed off as he didn't know how to explain his actions without breaking the oath.

"What do you do?" Charlotte enunciated each word after not being satisfied with Henry's silence.

"I--" Henry started making an excuse, but luckily, Jasper had already installed the app, giving him something else to direct the conversation to.

"Oh great, the app. Tell me about the app." He rambled at Jasper, wanting him to distract Charlotte from her questioning.

"It plays a billion sound effects, like a school bell, a cat choking on a hairball, ice cream truck.." Jasper listed and played all the weird sound effects, confusing and entertaining Charlotte and Henry.

"You have the brain of a hamster." Charlotte sassed at him, not impressed by the weird app.

"I wish," Jasper revealed.

"Gimme my phone," Henry said, not wanting to hear more cats choking on hairballs.

"Hey, did you guys hear what Captain Man did yesterday?" Jasper excitedly asked the other two teens.

"Oh yeah, the Jandy Bridge." Charlotte nodded with him. The turn in the conversation freaked Henry out because he couldn't risk revealing that he was Kid Danger.

"And so if you divide 9x by the square root--" He tried to focus on the homework, but Captain Man was too cool not to talk about for his friends.

"They say he pulled seven people out of the river and saved their lives," Jasper told them.

"Yeah, and he has a new sidekick. There's a story about it on my news feed." Charlotte looked at her phone with Jasper, meaning she didn't see how flustered Henry was.

"Hey, let's talk about your birthday party." Henry diverted, but it didn't work.

"Shhhh!!" 

"Here. "For the first time ever, Captain Man was not working alone." Charlotte read out from the news story. In desperation, Henry picked up the vase from the coffee table and threw it at the wall, hoping it would stop her from reading.

"Woahhh, how'd that break?" He said in a fake shocked voice, causing Charlotte to look at him weirdly, but she continued.

"According to witnesses on the scene, Captain Man was heard calling his new sidekick 'Kid Danger'." At mentioning his heroic name, Henry grabbed the phone from Charlotte's hands and launched it across the room, causing it to break something.

"You just slapped my phone right outta my hand." Charlotte and Jasper looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, sorry. Sorry, I'm just -- I'm worried. You and I gotta study, and I'm worried about Jasper's party, and there's-- I don't know, there's just--" Before Henry could rent any further, the wristband on his arm started beeping three times.

'A triple flashing light means emergency like major sitch going down, so get here fast.' He remembered (y/n) telling him in the Man Cave, and he knew something big was happening.

"Uh, why don't you guys go to the zoo?" Henry tried to distract his friends so he could get to Junk-N-Stuff as soon as possible.

"Why?" The dark-haired girl looked at him strangely.

"You know I got banned from the zoo," Jasper recalled while the beeping wouldn't stop.

"What is that?" Charlotte asked him.

"What, my thumb?" Henry attempted.

"The bracelet that's beeping and flashing on your wrist." She said.

"Uh... it's, uh, a timer," Henry said off the top of his head. 

"What are you timing?" Charlotte pressed.

"Muffins." He replied.

"You're making muffins?" Charlotte was not buying what he was saying.

"Birthday muffins." He pointed at Jasper with a smile, trying to convince them.

"Yes!" At least Jasper was happy.

"Dang. There goes the surprise. I'll just turn this off. Push the button." Henry struggled with the bracelet, not knowing how to stop it from making noise. Ultimately, he shoved his hand down his pants, which wasn't very effective.

"It's still on," Jasper noted.

"No, it's not."

"We can see it flashing through your pants." Charlotte wasn't impressed.

"And we can still hear it beeping," Jasper added at the end of her point.

"I know..." Henry grabbed a cushion to cover up the flashing.

"I-- uh... I need a pickle." He abruptly ran to the porch after throwing the cushion down.

"Wait! I thought we were going to study!" Charlotte called after him, but he was already gone.

"Bring me back a pickle!" Jasper shouted too.

~The Man Cave~

(y/n) watched on as Ray and a Hawaiian girl named Leilani sang Polynesian songs on the couch. Seeing them cuddled together on the couch made the green beast of jealousy rise within her, but she knew she could never say anything. All she could do was wait for Henry, as Ray had triple-beeped him.

The two continued strumming on the ukuleles as the (y/c/h) girl sat at the supercomputer in annoyance and boredom. However, the elevator dinged, and a frantic-looking Henry stepped out.

"Ray! Ray, what's wrong?" He said, instantly looking confused at how relaxed Ray was in the emergency situation. 

"So fun for everyone to sing E Hoomau Maua Kealoha." The two sang in Hawaiian together, making Henry look to (y/n) for answers, but she only shrugged and looked away.

"Uh, Ray?" Henry pressed, but Ray only pointed his finger at the boy to acknowledge him. 

"Hawaii make you say, hele mei hooiwahiwa." They finished singing, smiling at each other, causing an acrid taste to settle on (y/n)'s tongue.

"Dude!" Henry was getting upset, but Ray still grinned.

"Henry, what goes on?" He asked flippantly.

"You triple-beeped me, (y/n) said that means there's an emergency." 

"Oh right, sorry. I was just getting a ukulele lesson from Leilani." He kept smiling, using his remote to raise the Hawaiian background behind the couch.

"Take a break." They giggled again, with Leilani tickling his nose and standing up. (y/n) fake giggled with them, but no one heard, as the singer took her ukulele to the back of the Man Cave.

"Mmm, yeah." (y/n) felt her heart sink as his eyes followed her up the steps, but once again, they were friends, nothing more.

"So, what's up?" Henry asked, grinning Ray's attention again.

"We have a situation. And by we, I mean our city, all of Swellview." Ray switched to being severe, putting down his instrument, removing the flowers from around his neck, and putting them on Henry.

"Check this out." His remote put up a hologram in the air, showing a video of The Toddler.

"The Toddler?" Henry gasped.

"He's the one who destroyed the Jandy bridge yesterday." (y/n) explained across the room. 

"Why?" Henry inquired.

"To set up phase three of his plan." Ray looked at him.

"What's phase three?"

"It's the phase that comes right after phase two, but before phase four, if there is a phase four. But if there's no phase four, then phase three will be the final phase." Ray ranted, confusing his sidekick.

"So what happens in phase three?" Henry said, puzzled, as the two walked to where (y/n) was at the computer.

"While you and I were pulling people out of the river, the Toddler's men stole five thousand packages of diapers," Ray explained to him. 

"Can you guess why?" He quizzed the teen.

"Uh--" 

"To bombard the diapers with radioactive Zenite particles," Ray stated like it was apparent. 

"I would not have guessed that." Henry looked a bit dizzy.

"You wanna see what happens when a baby pees into a diaper that's been bombarded with radioactive Zenite particles?" Ray asked, squatting down to the floor as he spoke the question. 

"No."

"Watch this." He pointed at (y/n), who was already pulling up the video. 

"Why does he ask me?" He asked the young woman.

"He does it a lot." She shook her head.

"What's taking so long?" The Toddler asked as the video started to play.

"Well, he hasn't peed yet." The henchman and the evil criminal stared at the baby.

"Well, give him some more apple juice." The Toddler growled and walked off.

"Wait, wait, I think he's peeing." The man quickly brought back The Toddler.

The three watched as the baby began to cry, and The Toddler excitedly anticipated the transformation. The baby's skin turned green, and when it opened its eye, they were glowing a demonic red. It roared, making the insane man-child laugh in success.

"Oh my gosh." Henry looked disturbed.

"Kill you, kill everyone." The baby was now speaking in a deep voice, making Henry step back in horror.

"Monster babies?" He spluttered incredulously. (y/n) paused the video before they could be creeped out anymore.

"That's right, Henry...unless we stop The Toddler." Ray looked down at the boy.

"Are you with me?"

"Well, yeah," Henry affirmed.

"Good, you'll need to meet Ray here at 7:00 sharp." (y/n) looked around Ray's prominent figure at Henry.

"Wait, wait, wait. Tonight? No, I--I can't do tonight." He said, looking between the two.

"What? What do you mean?" Ray couldn't believe what he just said.

"My-- My best friend Jasper, he's having his birthday party tonight, and--" Henry explained, but his excuse made Ray laugh.

"Party? Henry, there's a freakish man-toddler out there about to turn all the babies in Swellview into that." He said, turning Henry around to see the green monster baby.

"And you're worried about a party?" Ray asked him, not happy.

"But-- But, Jasper's been my best friend since we were five." Henry pleaded, but it didn't make Ray realise this was important to him.

"Okay. Okay. It's cool. Uh, you go to Jasper's party. I'll handle The Toddler by myself. Don't worry about it." (y/n) frowned because he was ignorant of Henry's feelings.

"Are you sure?" Henry asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I've battled The Toddler alone before. Almost killed me, but whatever." Ray walked up the steps to the sprocket in a tantrum.

"Now I feel all bad," Henry said dejectedly.

"Raymond, please stop guilt-tripping the poor kid." (y/n) stood up and called up at her friend in a stern voice. 

"Don't feel bad. I'll save the world. You go have a fun time at Jasper's birthday party." Ray continued to go up the steps, talking to Henry in a passive-aggressive voice. 

"Dance. Drink some fruity punch." Henry and (y/n) looked at him with frowns.

"Leilani! Turn on the hot tub!" Ray yelled to the girl in the other room, walking away. (y/n) sighed in annoyance as she heard Leilani cheer but took a deep breath and looked at Henry.

"Don't feel bad. He's just a child." She smiled at him, but he didn't look entirely convinced.

"Go to your party and have fun. Ray doesn't understand the meaning of 'social life." Her comment made Henry chuckle, and he looked up at her confusedly.

"Why does he go in hot tubs with Hawaiian girls if he's with you?" Henry questioned her. The comment made the young woman freeze but she kept her composure and feigned ignorance.

"Uh-- what do you mean?" Henry looked at her funnily but carried on.

"Aren't you dating?" (y/n) laughed sadly but didn't let Henry see how much Ray's actions and flirting hurt her.

"Ray? No, no, no. No. I could never. We're just friends." The words tumbled out of her mouth automatically; many people had asked her the question over the seven years of her employment. 

"Right, sure," Henry said sceptically. (y/n) shook her head and him and waved him off.

"Just go to your party. I'll deal with Ray." Henry smiled at her and ran off to the elevator, leaving the Man Cave.

~

"You got water all over the floor, and I'll be the one who has to clean it up." (y/n) grumbled at Ray, who was busy suiting up for his fight with The Toddler.

"Yeah, yeah." He ignored her, focusing on choosing the appropriate weapon.

"I can't believe Henry chose a party over me." He mumbled, picking up a laser blaster and fixing it to his utility belt. (y/n) sighed and faced him.

"He's at the age where his friends are the most important thing to him. And he can't ditch his best friend's birthday party." She explained, knowing that Ray missed out on many of these things due to his early superhero training. 

"Yeah, but I'm Captain Man." Ray lifted his arms as the woman adjusted his belt and ensured everything was secure.

"Which means you are more than capable of taking care of The Toddler." (y/n) smiled up at him, patting both hands on his chest. 

"True, I am awesome. And unbelievably handsome." He bragged, grinning back at her as he opened the door to the Man Van. 

"Just go, Captain Ego." She laughed, silently agreeing that he was too handsome for his own good. 

"Be safe." She waved at him through the window, hoping he'd return in one piece. Ray waved back, and in a few seconds, she stared at the back of the van as it drove away.

~Henry's house~ 

Henry walked down the stairs, all dressed up for his party. He could hear Jasper whining in his ear about how late he was.

"Jasper, Jasper, I'm on my way." He tried to tell his friend but was too busy talking about muffins.

"No, I'm not bringing the muffins." He grabbed his jacket, but a frown grew when Jasper spoke again.

"Did you hear what happened to Captain Man?" Henry's stomach dropped at the mention of his new boss, but he tried to play it cool as if it was merely a passing question. 

"What about Captain Man?" He interrogated in a panicked voice.

"He got captured," Jasper said over the phone, making Henry's worst fear a reality.

Henry ran over to the TV, switching on the news and ignoring Jasper's jabbering on the phone. The report came on, showing that Jasper's gossip was true.

"While reports are unclear, we do have confirmation that Captain Man has been captured and is being held at a secret location." The report said on the screen.

"Captured? Dang it, Ray!" Henry said in an annoyed tone. He switched off the TV once the report ended, and the next bizarre story appeared. Jasper was calling his name on the line, but Henry was too worried about his boss to care. 

"Uh, I can't talk. I'm naked." He gave a quick excuse before slamming the end call button and running out the door. 

~

Henry was halfway to Junk-N-Stuff when a call came through on his phone. Thinking it was Jasper again, his thumb hovered over the decline button, but to his surprise, the caller I.D. read '(y/n)'.

"(y/n)? How'd you get my number?" He greeted her in a confused voice.

"I gave you this phone, duhhh." She said in an 'it's so obvious' tone, but Henry ignored it, the need to find Captain Man still making his heart race.

"(y/n)! I saw on the news about Ray! What do we do-- tell me, what do I do?" He ranted at her in alarm.

"Okay, firstly, calm down. Secondly, I've managed to get a fix on The Toddler's location, but you'll need to get in there unseen to help Captain Man." She relayed the instructions over the phone, her demeanour having a calming effect on him.

"Okay, got it. Just send me the location." He replied.

"Already sent it. Remember, no one can see you as Henry. Do you still have your gum tube?" She needed to mentor him a little, as Ray hadn't given him any training yet. 

"Yeah, of course. It's right here in my pocket."

"Then you're all set. I'm a phone call away if you need backup. Good luck." She said curtly, praying that the kid and Ray would be alright.

"Thanks, I'll bring him home."

~The Toddler's Hideout.~

Henry peered through the bars and baby bottles in a room that looked like a creepy nursery. He looked on in horror as he saw Captain Man suspended from the ceiling, trapped in a giant baby bouncer. He groaned and grunted in a futile attempt to escape, but all he could do was bounce up and down.

"Nyah, Nyah, Nyah, Nyah, Nyah, Nyah." The Toddler taunted him in a baby voice, shaking a rattle.

"Come on, Toddler, let me out of this thing before I puke." The superhero pleaded, but it infuriated the criminal.

"NO! This is my playroom, my toys, my rules!" He growled back at him. Henry crept around amongst several large stuffed animals and gritted his teeth at the sight of The Toddler.

"You sick, underdeveloped maniac." Ray snarled back, despising how cruel Toddler was. His answer made The Toddler throw the rattle in his hand, hitting Captain Man on the head.

"Ow! Geez, man!" He yelped out.

"Oh, I thought the famous Captain Man couldn't be injured." The Toddler whined at him, and Henry decided it was time to pop a gumball. 

"He can't, but he does feel pain." A giant, bald henchman with a beard and animal onesie pointed out, and his interruption caused the man-child to throw a tantrum.

"You're not allowed to talk unless you raise your hand and I call on you!!" Toddler screamed back with a stamp of his foot.

"You stupid head!" He shouted into the man's ear. Blowing the gum into a bubble, Henry transformed into his costume, ready to take on The Toddler and his henchmen as Kid Danger. 

The Toddler was busy using his new spit machine on the henchman, so Henry used it to sneak around the corner, waiting for the opportune moment.

"Come on, Toddler. Your insane plan won't work," Ray spoke up. Before he could make his move, the phone in his pocket rang, making Henry's anxiety spike up.

"What?" He whispered.

"You're late." Of course, it was Jasper.

"Well, sorry, but I'm kind of in the middle of something." He replied in a hushed tone, hearing Ray groaning from the bouncer.

"Something more important than my birthday party?" Jasper really picked his moments.

"Uh--" Henry looked across the room and saw The Toddler describing how soon all the babies in Swellview would be monsters.

"Yeah, this is pretty important." He confirmed to the boy on the other side.

"But you promised me that-- Henry, will you get your butt to this party?" Jasper was interrupted by Charlotte, who sounded pretty miffed.

"'Cause so far, it's just me, Jasper, and two dorks who keep slapping each other's boinks!" She said, which Henry didn't really understand, but then again, he didn't really care.

"I gotta go!" He said quickly, hanging up and formulating a plan in his head. 

"Come on, Toddler, let me down from this thing. It's squeezing me in bad ways," Ray pleaded and groaned.

"NO! And now, Captain Man, I have thousands of babies to monsterise and to make sure that you don't try to stop me, I will now destroy you!" The Toddler gloated at him.

"You idiot. I can't be destroyed!" The bouncing hero growled back, not understanding what the criminal had planned.

"I KNOW THAT! But you can be dropped!" The Toddler stamped his foot and pressed his remote control. The bouncer started to move Ray over the ball pit, making his stomach feel even more queasy. 

"...into my bottomless ball pit." The prospect of being dropped made Ray nervous.

"Tod-- Tod--Todd--"

"Toddler!?" The man-baby screamed. Knowing that The Toddler's limited patience was near the end of its rope, Henry took out his phone and opened the app Jasper had downloaded this morning. Finally, he could thank Jasper for something. Scrolling down the page a little, he found the ice cream van sound effect and pressed it. The Toddler and all his men looked up gleefully at the thought of getting ice cream.

"Wait! Listen!" The Toddler gasped.

"It's the ice cream man! Yay! Whoo-hoo! I'll destroy you in a minute." The insane criminal's voice switched from a high to a low pitch.

"Come on, fellas, ice cream man! I hope they have mint chocolate chip!" All the villains in the room ran out of the building, allowing Henry to reveal himself to his boss and devise a way to save him. He ran into the room and over to Ray.

"Captain Man!" He greeted him.

"Henry!" Ray couldn't help but say,

"It's Kid Danger," Henry corrected him with a smile, which Ray copied.

"How'd you find me?" The superhero said, still bouncing.

"(y/n), of course. She gave me your location." The sidekick explained.

"Clever girl," Ray mumbled to himself.

"Now, quick! How do I get you down from there?" Henry asked, looking up and down at the baby bouncer contraption. 

"I don't know. This is the first time I've been trapped in a baby bouncer over a bottomless ball pit." Ray said, glancing around the room.

"Try that lever!" 

"Right." Henry ran across the room and was a second away from releasing Captain Man when The Toddler and all his goons came stomping back into the room, grumpy from the lack of ice cream.

"Who tricked me?! And who's that boy near my lever?" Toddler frowned when he noticed Henry.

"That's my sidekick, Kid Danger." Captain Man announced, making Henry puff out his chest in pride. 

"I didn't know you had a sidekick. Why don't I have a sidekick? I want a sidekick!!" Another tantrum. His loyal henchman said something, but The Toddler didn't care and just slapped him in the gut. 

"Uh, Kid Danger," Ray said over the bad guys.

"Yeah?" 

"Why don't you pull that lever?" Ray said desperately.

"Oh, right!" Henry went to pull it, but The Toddler had other ideas.

"No! Squish the boy!" He shouted as Ray was dragged away from the ball pit. The henchmen ran towards Henry, who now had to think quickly on his feet to avoid severe injury or capture.

"Kid Danger, look out!" Captain Man called out to him. Henry ran around the criminals, climbing up the boxes of diapers. He jumped over a man reaching out for him, causing the guy to tumble over the boxes. Running over to where Toddler had left his spit squirter, he used it to defend himself against the largest goon. 

Ray swung out at another henchman in a red onesie, using momentum to kick him in the face. Henry continued to utilise the weapon in his hand, attacking numerous villains running his way. He climbed up the diaper tower again and started throwing the various toys on the wall at the men.

"Use the truck!" Encouraged Ray, Henry did as he said, taking down a guy with a large yellow truck toy. Ray was still busy jumping on the henchmen as The Toddler angrily shouted in the background. 

"Captain Man cut the bands!" Henry shouted at the older man, not wanting to fight alone. Dodging another attack, Henry came face to face with The Toddler.

"Look at you." He taunted, and they began to wrestle over the spit machine. 

"Get him, kid!" Ray shouted as the pair began to fight across the room. The Toddler tried to pull it away from his hands, but Henry got it free and pointed it at The Toddler. Pulling the trigger, the spit disoriented the villain, making him stumble backwards. Another henchman tried to grab him, so Kid Danger caught a letter 'D' off of the nursery walls and whacked him across the face with it. The superhero team were making light work of defeating the bad guys as they carried on beating them up.

"You guys are seriously the worst henchmen ever." The Toddler complained in anger. Managing to get all the men on the ground, Ray bounced in front of Henry, who was glad to have him back at his side. 

"You boys think you're so spiffy." The Toddler whined at them and kicked some diaper boxes.

"Well, have a look at my bang bottle." The Toddler exclaimed, showing them a glowing, green baby bottle.

"Bang bottle?" Captain Man and Kid Danger looked at each other with doubt. 

"That's right, and it's filled with explodey juice." He said with a sinister smirk. He twisted the lid, changing the bottle from green to red, meaning it was primed and ready to explode.

"Kid Danger, get outta here!" Ray couldn't bear the thought of his sidekick getting hurt or, worse, killed.

"I'm not leaving without you. I promised (y/n) I'd save you!" Henry protested. 

"But that nipple is flashing!" Captain Man said in a panic.

"No one leaves." The Toddler said, as all the baby gate doors locked shut. 

"Now, we're all gonna go boom together." 

"What do we do?" Henry looked to Ray for their next move. Ray took a moment to think, an idea springing in his mind.

"Push me that way!" Ray exclaimed, prompting Henry to shove him towards The Toddler with all his strength. The Toddler screamed out in fear as Captain Man collided with him, sending him flying backwards, straight into the bottomless ball pit. Ray swung back to Henry, and they watched as the criminal slowly sank into the balls.

"Uh! Help me! Get me out! These balls smell like feet and pee!" The Toddler wailed, but it was no use. The hero and sidekick duo just watched him sink with smiles on their faces.

"Oh, this is it for me! I've been hoisted by my own petard." Were the final words of The Toddler. The two jokingly waved at him, happy the fight was over, but they soon remembered that the 'bang bottle' was set to explode.

"The bang bottle!" Ray pointed out.

"Oh, man!" Henry jumped down from the stack of diaper boxes and picked it up.

"What do we do with this?" Henry looked at Ray in desperation. Ray saw the ball pit, and a bright idea pinged in his brain. 

"We give the baby his bottle." He said huskily in his best hero voice.

"Good call." Kid Danger complimented, liking the idea.

"Hey." Ray paused to say hello to the kid who just rescued him properly.

"What's up?" The boy said, forgetting about what was in his hand.

"Hurry." 

"Oh, right!" Henry aimed the bottle behind his head and threw it towards the ball pit, praying it would land in the right spot. Thankfully, his aim was perfect, and the bottle landed, sinking for a few seconds as the beeping increased.

"Kid Danger!" Ray beckoned for Henry to run over to him. Climbing up the boxes, Henry had seconds to spare as Ray shielded him with his indestructible body as the bottle exploded. Above the noise, the faint scream of The Toddler echoed in the room. 

They unwrapped themselves from each other once the balls stopped falling from the air, and Henry chucked Toddler's hat over his shoulder, which had landed on Ray. 

"Nice work, Kid Danger. You got skills." Ray congratulated him, proud that Henry came through for him.

"Thanks, Captain Man." Henry looked up at his boss with pride. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he saw that he had a text from Jasper.

"Jasper!"

"Oh yeah, you better get to that birthday party," Ray told him.

"Right." Henry paused momentarily before returning to Ray, who was trying to get the bouncer off.

"Uh, Ray, will you do me a huge favour?" He asked in a hopeful voice.

~Jasper's Basement Party~

The party couldn't be more tragic. Jasper and Charlotte had been bored, and Sidney and Oliver were now trying to talk down cups and strings to each other. Henry looks at them in confusion.

"They've been doing that for two hours." Charlotte sighed tiredly. 

"My party's a flop. I'm just going to go upstairs and sit in my closet with my cat." Jasper stood up in defeat. 

"Pardon me..." A manly voice shouted from up the stairs. Ray swiftly walked down them, surprising the birthday boy and his friends. Henry looked at him in thanks for saving the party.

"My Man Van broke down out there in the street, so I walked into the house and came down to this basement," Ray explained his exact actions to the amazed children.

"Holy chunks! You're--you're Captain Man!" Jasper squealed, not believing the famous hero was in his house at his party.

"Thank you." Ray looked across the room and walked towards Henry and Charlotte.

"You're my hero," Jasper told him.

"Of course." Ray's ego jumped out.

"Mine too. Um, I'm Charlotte. Hi, Mr Cap--Mapton Can." The poor girl was so excited she couldn't get her words out. She quickly stumbled out a rushed apology.

"And, um, I'm Henry." The other boy pretended to introduce himself. 

"Nice to meet you, Henry." Captain Man said calmly, shaking the boy's hand. Jasper excitedly tapped his hands on the hero's shoulders, trying to get him to turn around.

"Hey, Captain Man?" Jasper said.

"Yes, a question." Ray was used to excitable fans shouting all kinds of things at him.

"Can I hit you in the head with a baseball bat?" Jasper asked. 'Oh boy, (y/n) will love hearing about this kid later.' Ray thought to himself.

"Jasper!"

"Dude." Henry and Charlotte scolded the curly-haired boy.

"No, no, it's okay. But remember, kids, never do this to anyone but Captain Man," Ray started as Jasper grabbed a baseball bat.

"Because regular people could be badly injured--ah!" Ray's warning was interrupted by Jasper hitting him with the bat, the sharp pain lasting for a few seconds. The kids were amused by how incredible his superpower was and how he was still standing, despite the blow.

"Wow!" Jasper squealed.

"I wasn't done talking," Ray said in a slightly high-pitched tone.

"Did that hurt?" Charlotte inquired.

"Yeah, but I"m okay!" He replied, regaining his composure. He smiled at the kids to show that Captain Man was indestructible and cool, making them all clap.

"Well, I should call my helper to come and pick up my Man Van." Ray had made his appearance; now, he wanted to leave. 

"Or, it's my best friend Jasper's birthday party," Henry told him.

"Oh, oh yeah, yeah, it is." Jasper hugged Ray's arm at the mention of his birthday, making Ray tense up a bit.

"You can stay and party with us if you wanna." The dark-haired girl offered.

"Will there be soup?" Ray turned to the boy next to him.

"I'll open up a can!" Jasper said in excitement.

"Then, I'd love to stay and party with you guys." Ray smiled at all of them, causing the two weird boys with the cup and string to scream at each other.

"Uh, Captain Man..." Henry started.

"Yes, boy?"

"Would it be cool if Jasper texted a few friends from school and told them you're here at his party?" Henry asked, not wanting the party to be so dead.

"Yeah, can I?" Jasper pleaded too.

"Sure, I love being used," Ray said in a fake happy voice, starting to wish he was back at the Man Cave with (y/n).

"Yay!"

"Wow, thanks! This is the coolest thing that ever happened to me!" Jasper shook Captain Man's hand excitedly with sweaty palms. 

"Are your hands always this sweaty?" Ray asked with a strained smile.

"Yes, sir!" Jasper answered truthfully.

"He takes medicine for it," Henry added, smirking at Ray.

"Well, it's not working!" The superhero chuckled at the boy and wiped his hand down his shirt.

~

After making a few phone calls, Jasper had plenty of kids at his party who all came to the party with Captain Man. The music played; everyone was dancing, eating and having a good time. Ray kept signing every notebook that was pushed into his face.

Jasper was preoccupied with two kids, who were still in awe that the dorky boy had managed to get Captain Man to his party.

"Hey, we're buds, right, Captain Man?" He shouted across the room so he could impress the other kids.

"We sure are, Billy." He said with a thumbs up, even though he got his name wrong.

"Uh, that's just how we kid around. We call each other Billy. Back at ya, Billy!" Jasper played off, which confused the superhero, who had no idea what he was talking about.

Henry came down the stairs with a tray of birthday muffins.

"Okay, okay, kill the lights." With the room dimmed, everyone began singing Happy Birthday to Jasper as Henry slowly walked towards them with the lit muffins. Everyone was clapping and wishing Jasper a happy birthday when Ray pulled out his laser remote and saw it flashing the emergency light. Taking the opportunity to leave while the kids were distracted, Ray sneaked up the stairs and out of the house.

"Hey, where'd Captain Man go?" Jasper was the first to notice his absence. 

"He's gone," Charlotte added too.

"Aw, why'd he leave?" Jasper whined, sad that his idol was gone already.

"He probably had to go do superhero stuff." Charlotte rationalised, knowing Captain Man was always busy helping people across Swellview.

"And you did break a bat over his head." Henry bantered with his best friend.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, me and Charlotte got you something," Henry revealed, excited for his friend's reaction to his gift.

"What?" The birthday boy asked.

"Look," Charlotte said, pulling the barrel/bucket from Junk-N-Stuff. Henry smiled, remembering how (y/n) let him have it for free, knowing Jasper loved it so much.

"You got me the bucket?" Jasper gasped in glee, hugging it to his chest.

"It's a barrel!" Charlotte insisted as she yelled for someone to get the party going again.

"So you happy with your party?" Henry spoke to Jasper as the party kicked off again.

"Heck yeah. But for a while there, I thought you weren't gonna come." Jasper revealed his true feelings.

"Come on, man. I'm always gonna be here for you." The blond boy reassured him, and the friends hugged each other. The sweet moment was soon over when Henry's wristband started to flash and beep. Ceasing the hug, he let go of Jasper.

"I gotta go." He said quickly, running up the stairs. He smiled as the party continued without him, glad Jasper wouldn't notice him gone. He popped a gumball and transformed into Kid Danger. 

~

He ran into the street, seeing Captain Man parked in the Man Van.

"What's going on?" He asked as he clambered into the passenger seat and plugged in his seatbelt. 

"Robbery at Swellview Bank." (y/n) said over the radio. Ray quickly put his foot to the floor, and the vehicle sped off.

"Three dudes... They don't look very experienced, but the cops still want your help." She continued telling them about what they were about to face. 

"Ugh, they always want our help." Ray groaned, making his best friend laugh. Henry noticed the chemistry between them again. 

"You're the city's resident superhero. Deal with it." Her voice crackled over the radio, but they could still hear her sarcasm.

"Yeah, yeah, tell the police we're on our way," Ray replied.

"Okay, ETA is 10 minutes." She confirmed, and the radio went silent. Henry didn't know if he should ask, but he couldn't help himself, so he looked at his boss and spoke up.

"What's with you and (y/n)?" He said to break the silence and satisfy his curiosity about what Ray's answer would be. He wondered if it would be different to (y/n)'s.

"What? There's nothing up with us." Ray glanced at him, trying to keep his focus on the road.

"Don't you like her?" He pressed him, watching a blush tinge the man's ears.

"No! Come on, man! She's my friend, and she works for me!" Ray's heart rate picked up.

"Yeah, but you like her." The teen reiterated in a sing-song voice. 

"Stop!" Captain Man wasn't used to being teased, especially about his pretty helper.

"Don't worry, man! I won't tell her!" Henry patted his bicep as they pulled up to the bank.

"Good!" Ray unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed his laser gun, preparing to stand off with the criminals in the bank.

"AHA! So you do like her!" Henry smiled at his eureka moment, happy that Ray had tripped over his words.

"Henry!"

[softapollo]

Got a question for you - two actually - if you don't mind~

1. I've been looking to reconnect with Apollo recently after having life majorly kick my ass. Any tips or recommendations as to getting back into the groove of things?

2. Have any blog recommendations for Apollo devotees? I don't mind deity overlaps either; they don't have to ONLY be Apollo.

Thanks again! 💛

Hi! I'll briefly touch upon 2, I don't follow anyone actually so uhm. Apollo devotee blogs let yourselves known in reblogs on this post so we can both check you out and see if we vibe c:

I'm so sorry to hear youv'e been having a rough time, and yes, reconnecting when you've been out of it can feel really overwhelming and weird. I... ramble so I am gonna put this under the cut.

A very crude summary of what I wrote below: don't worry about it being good enough. Try and gauge if you or your practice changed, experiment. No pressure, approach with an open mind.

Remember what your practice was like before; is that still something you want, or would you want changes? Does that type of practice still work for you now, is it enough, is it too much?

When I got back into my practice, my previous practice wasn't enough and I wanted more, but I also needed to build my way up to that. This is fine! I think it's good to know what you want to work up to, if at all. If you don't know, that's fine! See it as an experiment, to test the waters--see what works, see what doesn't.

More personal anecdotes, because that's kind of all we have: I had a period where I worried a lot about returning to my practice and doing "enough", and being "for real", for several reasons that are too long to go into rn. I asked Apollo about it; I pulled the Page of Cups. In that deck, it is a young child standing in a large pool of water, having some of that water scooped in their hands and offering it to the sky.

It was a very clear message for me that I shouldn't worry about it being "enough". At the time, I worried a lot about offerings being something I had to actually miss. But Apollo very clearly showed that even if it is what I have an abudance of, it is still a valid offering. So for weeks my practice was mostly me putting water on my altar for him, and also for my cats. I replaced the water once my cats had drunk it all or when I felt like it.

What this ramble is getting at; try not to get too caught up in doing it "right", or doing "enough". That has often been the reason why getting back has been tough for me personally; afraid of doing it "wrong".

Daydream about what your "perfect" practice with him would be like if there were no limitations; not what you think you should, but what you'd love to do, and then try to slowly wind that back to something that's realistic for you right now.

As always; little bits and pieces throughout the day. Talk to him while you're doing dishes. Share tea with him. Dedicate something you do a lot to him. Smile when you see the sun. If you want to get something more "substantial", write to him, journal to him. Read like... one page about him. I never felt like the little moments were "useful" or "mattered" but I think they are what eventually got me to the place where I am now. Put a picture on your phone or wall or whatever for him. Little things to like... weave him into your days.

Random idea; get a candle, dedicate it to you reconnecting with him. Light it whenever you want. Once burned entirely, that time it took will be your "reconnection" with him done. Not for him, but for you so that transition is more tangible. If that is something you feel like you need.

Do little things every day if and when you feel like it. It can take time, or it can be done immediately. It depends. Ask him, sit with him and talk and see how you feel. Little things can build up slowly, don't get too impatient with yourself, and know that small things aren't really "small". They matter.

For me, they build up to a very... overwhelming and significant moment about a week ago. I'm still very overwhelmed about it, to be honest. But I think that wouldn't have been either as intense or even like.. possible if I hadn't had those other "smaller" interactions. It mattered so much more because he is also with me in smaller, less overwhelming ways, you know?

If you have any specific questions or want help with anything or just wanna vent, you can always send another ask or DM me! <3

[rabid-citrus]

Happy fnaf at feddy's 10 year anniversary, thank you for changing my life when i was an edgy fifth-grader

acrylic markers on marker paper

I learned that fnaf exists back in early 2015 when i saw my classmate playing it on her phone. At first I didn't think too much about it, but then I discovered a wikipedia page about it and one of the links at the bottom took me to the fan wiki. And I, being an information-hungry gremlin, started OBSESSIVELY reading up on the plot and the characters. It sucked me in. I was attracted by the animatronic designs. I read every theory. I watched every SFM animation and lots of gameplay videos. I was there for the fnaf world and sister location releases. I remember when pizzasim came out right on my birthday.

I was BIG into humanizations (cough, pole-bear designs, cough cough) and it still shows with my puppet depictions ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My all time favorite was (and still is) the Puppet. I liked the lore around it and I thought it looked cool. I thought it would give the best hugs. Maybe it's the reason for me experiencing neuron activation every time i see a clown now lol

My weird puppet obsession grew into scrambling for every last puppet incarnation, including the ones from fangames. Anything even vaguely shaped like a Puppet variation was instantly snatched and adopted. Then, as the headcanons piled up, it grew into an elaborate au with a fixation on the puppet type. Maybe one day I'll muster enough courage to share it with you.

The Security Breach announcement turned my mind upside-down with the second trailer: I imprinted on the Sun. It pushed every single button: tall, lanky, clown - the same characteristics that the Puppet design had! I was very excited for the release. So excited, that it would make me feel nauseous if i thought about it too much. I got sick a few days prior to December 16th and the nausea got so bad I had to restrain myself from thinking about the Daycare Attendant, or else I felt like throwing up. I remember watching Dawko's playthrough while sick, I would take breaks to get off the computer and lie down every few minutes. I LOVED THE DAYCARE SECTION. Sun and Moon were definitely an addition to my comfort character list.

A few days later, after obsessing over the robot clowns in a chat with my bestie, I posted a VERY POORLY WORDED and somewhat misinformed ramble about the character being neurodivergent or at least nd-coded, with LOTS of self-projection (i had(and still have) really strong suspicions that im autistic and/or have adhd at the time, but thats a whole another story). Again, I worded the post very poorly and I had inaccurate information about neurodivergency on my hands at that time, and, unsurprisingly, I ended up unintentionally offending some actually autistic people (i don't remember what exactly caused the backlash, i think it was me misusing some terms and saying something along the lines of "the character is lonely because his over-the-top manners scare others away" which was another way of self-projecting, as I was feeling like an outcast myself at that time, and i unintentionally came off as being ableist. If I offended you, I'm really sorry for it, and I take full responsibility for being insensitive) I learned a lot of new and actually accurate information since then and I learned to be more careful with my words.

I have history with Freddy's. This franchise radically altered my brain chemistry, and I wonder where would I be without it today. It and it's fangames gave me the majority of my comfort characters, and it was one of the reasons for me to become a full-on artist. It holds great emotional value to me.

Thank you for reading my rambles, i hope it was coherent enough

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie, my lovely gal, if it’s not too much to ask could I get a uhhh… no.9 with a side of you’re-a-really-awesome-writer jalapeño poppers and an extra sweet master-of-simp-fics iced tea please?

So I’m a Latina from Texas, but I am whiter than a damn ghost until around summertime where I get a little bit of a tan. ☀️ I have ADHD, anxiety, and depression, and I am somehow on the spectrum but not really (you can thank my psychiatrist) 🙃 I’m into drawing stuff especially if it’s fantastical and/or creepy. I like reading, gaming, doing stuff online, playing on my phone and lots of other stuff I rarely have time for 😅 Creepy stuff is my jam, as well as the colors pink and black and some cute things here and there. I love almost all types of music but I’m a BIG fan of classic rock and I love early 2000’s punk, Pour Some Sugar On Me is my favorite song while Green Day is my favorite band! Horror movies fill me with joy, not even kidding. I love weird facts and information. True crime stuff slaps 👌🏼Comedy shows like Friends and Golden Girls also slap 👋🏼 I have an eyebrow piercing, 5 tattoos (4 small, 1 big that was for my Nanna) and I definitely want more 😂😅 I have dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, a scar on my back from spinal fusion surgery and I’m pretty proud of it tbh!

I’m sorry for rambling and I hope I didn’t add too much ❤️🥲

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ah peach this is perfect, i already knew lots about you but this was great because i know exactly who i would give you lmao💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so let's break this the fuck down!

first off, i think this particular crane is an absolute beast when it comes to mental health, so not only would he find it absolutely fascinating to be able to work with you, he could also prove to be very valuable in helping you to do some healing... or he might be mean about it, just depends on his mood i guess

i think this jon is probably a fan of classical music, but there's something about the dirty, nasty, loud vibes of punk that would get him going and the general horror/gore emotions that the songs/bands/music tend to evoke would be right up his street. he'd probably tell you how the different movements in "jesus of suburbia" really echo the movements often found in a lot of symphonies, and then request to bang you to it

artistic expression is something he would admire in a partner, or even a close friend. i don't imagine he's very artisitic himself, but he holds a deep appreciation for artwork, especially if it's on the spooky side, and especially if it's related to a beloved horror movie

which, speaking of, he'd the biggest horror movie fan ever? like canonically, the man is a buff, a dork, an obsessive loser over horror movies. having someone to get equally as geeked out over them with would bring him so much joy!!

hello true crime fan, it's probably not great for your anxiety, and he will nag you a little bit about that, but he wouldn't be above creating some reading materials for you if it's been a slow week, if you catch his drift...

he has a great sense of humour, if not slightly weird... but he strikes me as the kind of guy who has lines from shows memorised and who will use them at the worst times, making everything he says even creepier. so a binge refresh would be a perfect couple's activity! that way the next time he has someone held at knife point, teasing them to watch them sweat, he can make "could you be any more scared" the most terrifying reference to chandler bing ever. what an accomplishment!

[mybrainismelted]

Office AU part 5! previous parts can be found here (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4) or read it all on AO3

Mickey went about his morning routine, showering, shaving, breakfast... all the while thinking of all the ways he was gonna get Gallagher back for last night.  He wasn't actually upset about it, but what would be the fun in admitting that?  Deciding that he needed to make sure he got to the office first, he left a bit early, taking an extra bag with him that he had thrown together with some things he might need for his little act.

He managed to get to the office first, and unpacked a few things into his drawers, leaving others in the bag for later.  He was actually managing to get some work done, and almost forgot his plan when a certain tall redhead came quietly through the door and sat down across from him.  Remembering at the last second, Mickey kept his eyes straight ahead, not acknowledging Ian at all.

"Mick?" Ian said quietly.  "Can we please talk? I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am about last night." Mickey continued to ignore him, typing away at what was actually complete gibberish that he wasn't paying one bit of attention to.  "Come on Mickey... you can't just ignore me.  Tell me you hate me, tell me I suck, just say something."

At that, Mickey reached into his drawer and pulled out an obnoxiously large set of headphones, placing them over his ears and clicking around on the computer like he was starting up something to listen to.  Ian looked completely crestfallen where he could see him out of the corner of his eye, sagged forward with his head in his hands.  He shook his head a couple of times and then got up and moved to his own desk.  Mickey had to fight to keep a smirk off his face, pretending with everything he had that he was paying absolutely no attention to the sulking ginger on the other side of the room.

About an hour later, Mickey decided that it was time for phase 2.  So he pulled out his phone and sent off a text to Jess.

Mickey:  Hey, don't ask me why, and PLEASE try to act normal, but I need you to come in here and ask me how my evening was.

Jess: Ok... why are you being weird?

Mickey: Promise I'll explain at lunch.  I just need you to do this for me.

Jess:  Fine, on my way

A minute later, she came strolling into the office, flopped down in his extra chair, and gestured for him to remove the headphones.  When he had taken them off and put them aside on his desk, she started rambling about being bored, nothing to do, and everyone else in the office being booooring.  "Enough about me, though.  How was your evening?  Do anything exciting? Or did you spend the whole night at home with that damn cat like usual?"

Mickey rolled his eyes dramatically, and said "Nothing much happened.  Had dinner, went home, watched a movie, and went to sleep.  Sorry to bore you."  He gestured with his eyes towards Ian, hoping she would take the hint, which she eventually did.  "Ugh, you are a terrible story teller.  Don't know why I put up with your ass.  What about you, Ian?  Do anything interesting last night?"  she smiled, turning to face him.

"Uh.... no, I mean, I guess not.  Kinda had a thing, but it got weird, and I dunno what's going to happen now."  He muttered, not meeting her eyes.

"Ok... well that wasn't ambiguous or anything.  Thanks for the chat."  she huffed, getting up and leaving their office.

Mickey:  That was perfect.  I seriously owe you.  Pizza for lunch?

Jess:  Hell yes, and you are paying because that was hella awkward.

Jess:  And I want an explanation!

Mickey sent her back a thumbs-up, put his headphones back on, and went back to work.

At lunch, he did tell Jess the whole story.  Dramatically, of course. By the end of the story they were both holding their stomachs from laughing, tears rolling down their faces.  "Oh shit Mickey... that poor guy is convinced that you hate him.  How long are you going to let him suffer?" Jess managed to gasp out.

"Not too long, but you know... gonna let him sweat it out for a bit.  Fucker stole my cat AND fell asleep.  Left me with blue balls in my own fucking apartment!"

They managed to calm down on the walk back to the office, as Mickey contemplated which part of his plan he wanted to use next.  When he walked into their shared office, though... his plans went out the window at the sight of Ian, sitting at his desk, eyes forward, but red-rimmed and bloodshot, his nose red, and face blotchy.  Shit.  He was just trying to have some fun with the guy.  Didn't mean to make him cry or whatever.

Ok, plan B.  Move the plans for the day waaay forward.  He quickly walked behind his desk, and pulled a small pillow out of his bag.  Walking towards Ian, who was clearly now trying to ignore HIM.... he whacked him on the head with the pillow, and then dropped it on his lap.  "That's for just in case you feel the need for another little nap.  Get your rest before you come over tonight."  He said with a wink.

Ian looked at the pillow on his lap, looked up at Mickey, and a hesitant smile crossed his face. "Yeah?  Shit Mickey... I thought you were never going to speak to me again.  I was going to get them to move me to a different office.  You aren't mad?  You still wanna do this?"

"'Course I do man.  You're hot as hell, and I kinda like your dorky ass.  You going to get up here and kiss me, or what?" 

Ian practially leaped out of his chair, and tackled Mickey against his desk.  "Fuck yeah" he muttered, before attaching himself to Mickey's lips, sliding his hands under Mickey's thighs and lifting him to sit on the desk.  Mickey couldn't help the moan that escaped him, as he pulled Ian closer, hands roaming over each others bodies as their tongues slid together.  Eventually their panting and soft moans started getting louder, and Ian pulled back.  "Be right back"  he whispered.  "Gonna close the door real quick"

Mickey huffed a laugh and scrubbed a hand over his face in an effort to calm down.  Before he knew it though, Ian was back, pulling him forward some on the desk, and attacking his mouth again.  He wrapped his arms around Ian, deepening the kiss, one hand ending up on the side of his neck, the other coming back around to the front to feel the hard planes of his chest.  Ian's hands were squeezing at his ass, wandering down his thighs, and back up.  After another minute of that, suddenly one of Ian's hands was on his belt, quickly flipping it open, then popping open the button, and sliding his zipper partway down.  Mickey's breath hitched, and he pulled away from the kiss just slightly to watch as Ian's giant hand slid inside his pants, under the band of his underwear, and slowly stroked his already hard and leaking cock.

"Fuck, oh fuck yeah" was all he could manage to get out as Ian's hand moved more firmly, slowly increasing the pace, before capturing Mickey's lips again, muffling his gasps and moans as he slowly but thoroughly jerked him to completion.  "Ian, fuck, I'm gonna...." he gasped out, just before he came, all over Ian's hand, and the inside of his boxers.  "Shit."  he panted once the aftershocks had worn off.  Ian passed him a couple of tissues that he used to clean himself as much as he could in his current position, before looking up and reaching for Ian's belt to return the favour. 

Ian stepped back, shaking his head and said "Nah, I'm good.  You can get me back tonight." With a wink, he stepped forward again, kissed Mickey softly one more time, running his fingers through his hair, and then pulled away, saying "duty calls.... back to work Milkovich"

Mickey was still slightly in a daze, but managed to slide off the desk, doing his pants back up, and opened the office door.  Shaking his head, he wandered off towards the bathroom, the only thought in his mind "holy shit I can't wait for tonight."

[marcelineandthemythics]

Mini fanfic of how Ollie met Geordi, Guy, and Elliot, this was inspired by @ani_mae91 on tik tok so make sure to watch their video, any way hope you enjoy!

~•~

Ollie was in his apartment futzing around on his phone when he suddenly got a text from an unknown number, his curiosity got the better of him and he check what the text said.

“We’re back in the hospital because Guy set his butthole on fire again.” The text read.

“You have the wrong number but PLEASE keep me updated.” Ollie responded.

“Oops sorry.” The unknown number texted.

“No, come back, I wanna hear everything.” Ollie responded.

After a call and an awkward exchange of sorrys, Ollie learned the guy who was texting name was Geordi and he was trying to text their other friend named Elliot, Ollie somewhat quickly showed up to the hospital with flowers and a card that read “get well and unburnt soon.”

“Hey sorry about your accident, here’s some flowers, also how did you manage to burn your butthole twice?” Ollie asked

“Thanks, who are you?” Guy asked.

“This is our new best friend.” Geordi responded and immediately after a guy who Ollie presumed was Elliot showed up

“Hey Guy, who’s that?” Elliot ask

“Our new best friend.” Guy and Geordi say in unison

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Elliot.”

“Ollie.” Ollie responded as he took out his phone to take a selfie. “Cheese!” Ollie says as everyone quickly poses for the photo. He then sends the photo to mentor

~Text~

“Look baby, I got new friends!😗✌️🤪✌️😋✌️🤕✌️” Ollie sent with the photo

“Let me get this straight, in the thirty minutes I’ve been out getting snacks, you made new friends! Well that’s humbling.” Mentor replied

“Dress CattyWampus in his finest collar, we’re having company!” Ollie sent.

“You got it!”

~End of text~

Ollie opens the door to his apartment to be greeted by Mentor saying.

“So I know you said we could get any type of dip for the chips, but I couldn’t decide so I just got like three different dips, I bought cookies and ice cream so we can make ice cream sandwiches, also hi.” Mentor rambled, gently kissing Ollie’s cheek.

“Guys this is my partner I was talking about.” He smiled as he gently wrapped his arm around Mentor.

“Hey everyone!” Mentor said as they played with a ring on their finger.

All of the boys took their turns saying hi and introducing themselves, Geordi squealing once he saw CattyWampus, and they all decided to play a board game.

~later in the evening when they’re playing the board game and are more comfortable~

“Looks like I won another round of scrabble.” Mentor said with a smug smile.

“Hey! You have an unfair advantage with knowing weird words, basorexia, sycophants, sonder, fucking jayus, who uses those words?!!” Guy playfully remarked.

“You’re just a sore loser.” Mentor playfully said

“Hey I’m the one with the burnt ass here!”guy yelled

“And whose fault is that.” Elliot playfully said.

As the night went on they all played more board games getting to know each other better as Ollie and Mentor enjoyed the company of their new friends.

[revivethesleeping]

can you elaborate on what you meant about fish being unsafe for a worse reason i am actually very confused and concerned by what you meant by that

I'm answering this from my phone and just woke up. I'm sorry for a giant ramble that's genuinely pretty fucked up and cursed. I'm also sorry for just.. answering this in general.

I can't exactly spoil text on Tumblr, so I'm sorry. Most I can do is a "read more" thing.

I'm prone to ramble so the short answer will be in blue. If you want to just read the blue part, I don't blame you.

The last paragraph is also probably a good idea to read. I would've also rambled more but my phone is refusing to let me type anymore and it's probably for the better.

Disclaimer: I have an odd interest in cannibalism, probably more interested in the subject than anyone should be. I don't intend to actually do anything related to cannibalism (ex. Kill and/or eat a person). I'm completely aware that Cannibalism is a terrible idea and illegal (atleast in the USA). I am not a cannibal apologist either, it's still fucked up. It's not a kink or anything, it's just something weird I look up information about sometimes besides some pseudo-sciences (ex. The Morphogenic Field, which was mentioned in Zero Escape), Pokemon information, information about a hyperfixation, or random trivia. I kind of just look up stuff I have questions about, ya know, research but by my own will. In this case, it's basically "what does it taste like".

Around 2018, I had found a thing about Cannibalism that was talking about what each stage of a human tastes like-- like adult humans were "a very tough steak", but stringy and kinda like pork?

The stages of life included babies, which had the texture of fish.

I've been unable to find the text I read, so I could be wrong and I hope I am.

I have another thing about Cannibalism (that I actually bookmarked back then) that was this Japanese man documenting what a woman he killed and ate (in France) tasted like. Thighs were one of the best areas, the anus was literally the worst in every way possible (it smelled bad, it tasted bad, and he couldn't even bite through it no matter how much he fried it).

Humans are a living being in the animal kingdom, so they are also meat at the end of the day. Considering we are not supposed to be eating our own species, it has a lot of cons and basically no pros besides "it's food".

Nothing about the human, from what I've previously read, tasted like chicken. So chicken and meat substitutes are the safest when it comes to being scared of accidentally eating a person. But, unless the area you live in is fucked up, you're probably never eating human meat. Human meat has a lot of ways to make fellow humans sick when consumed-- like I'm talking hospital trip level of sick.

[squishmallow36]

Quantum Gender: The Essay

Before we get started: I took an intro to quantum computing class two years ago so I’m a little rusty on those details, and I’m not going to pretend I know how gender works. I was just avoiding going to sleep and thought of this. It’s been rattling around inside my head for the past many months. I think it kind of started when I was trying to drive into my brain that gender is not a spectrum so let’s add a whole nother dimension and quantum weirdness.

    Any questions because I explained something the most complicated way I possibly could? Please come ask. I’m happy to ramble and then make no sense you tune me out and then just nod and say it answered your question when it absolutely did not. 

    Now, on to the actual essay!

    Today, we’re gonna learn about quantum computing, then we’re gonna realize that the Bloch sphere can be applied to gender. I’m gonna put the bulk of this under the cut. 

@winterfireice you encouraged me to do this, and here it is.

So. Quantum computing. Step one: get a theoretical understanding of how classical computers work. 

    Classical computers include things like phones, tablets, laptops, computers, even things like handheld calculators. I’m almost willing to bet if you don’t know what a classical computer is, that’s the only kind you’ve interacted with. They all work with a system of 1s and 0s called bits (8 of them is called a byte), and these bits are manipulated by logic gates. I could go into all of the gates (not, and, nand, or, xor, nor) and their truth tables, but that’s kind of a waste of both of our times. 

    An important one is the NOT gate which if 0 is input, 1 is output, and if 1 is input, 0 is output. This will be analogous to the pauli X gate we might encounter later. This is the only one of the classical logic gates that has that ability, because you can take the output and find the input with complete certainty. The others lose information which is uh not ideal. Or possible. Conservation of quantum information and all that. (A fancy word for a reversible operator is Hamiltonian operator) 

    Okay, that wraps up that unit. Instead of bits, quantum computers use qubits. Very creative naming system. And instead of 0s and 1s, qubits can be this whole mess, stolen from the one, the only, wikipedia: 

    No, don’t run away! It’s not that bad, I promise! It’s only a bloch sphere. 

    I did edit it a bit because it’s easier than trying to direct you to things while you have no clue what’s going on. The Bloch sphere is a sphere with radius 1. If you remember the unit circle from like trig, this is just the more annoying 3d cousin of that. 

    At the top and bottom, there are labels |0> and |1>. These are pronounced ket 0 and ket 1. The reason why is called bra-ket or Dirac notation, and kets means that it is a column vector. I’m not going to type that here because it would be difficult and it really doesn’t matter. A bra would look like <0| if you find the need to know that. In terms of quantum computing, it’s used to signal when you’re talking about a quantum state. 

    This is the z-axis if I refer to it sometime later, and |0> and |1> are orthogonal to one another. I know that normally means it’s 90 degrees apart and no amount of not-to-scale geometry problems can get it /that/ wrong, but it’s a Hilbert space which just basically means we can do whatever we want. It also means it has an inner product, which is a math thing with, like, vectors and stuff that I don’t want to deal with right now. 

    Then let’s go to the x-axis. This is where typing things out is gonna start to get messy, so I have added another picture of the |+> and |-> (read as plus and minus. I thunk tumblr autocorrected to an arrow but it should be a minus sign) states. 

    Oh wait, I forgot to explain superposition! Sorry, sorry. If you’ve heard of Schrödinger’s cat and feel confident, you can skip over this. If you haven’t, hold on, I’ll explain it. So this is a THOUGHT experiment (no cats were harmed in the making of this experiment) where a cat is put in a box. Also in this box is a radioactive element and some poisonous gas. There is a 50/50 chance at the radioactive element decaying, which will release a hammer, breaking the glass and killing the cat. 

    Then, when you remember to come back, you don’t know if the cat is alive or dead, so in quantumland, it’s both alive and dead until you open the box. (The qubit is the cat and |+> and |-> are alive and dead). Opening the box is measurement, which destroys the quantum state, collapsing it down to |0> or |1>. The 50/50 number is only true along the horizontal dashed equator-y line on the bloch sphere, elsewhere, it’ll have different numbers depending on the…latitude? Z-component? You get the idea? 

    There’s a whole thing with square roots and amplitudes and just, like, don’t ask. I don’t know anymore and I’m not sure I care. It has something to do with the math of everything and I don’t like math. I have a math test tomorrow I’m ignoring. 

    Then the y axis and its |i> and |-i> states are very similar except there’s an i in front of the |1> on my beautiful drawing. We didn’t really go into a lot of detail on this one. And you can kind of ignore the theta (θ) and psi (φ) in the middle. Don’t worry about those. 

    Brain hurt yet? Me too. 

Gender time. You can probably see where some of this is going already. 

    So |0> I’m gonna assign to female and |1> I’m gonna assign to male. One can initialize a qubit to either of these two values (theoretically, experimentally it goes to 0 and then a pauli x gets it to 1) but it isn’t a perfect system and it sometimes doesn’t do what you want it to do. That’s kind of a theme with anything quantum. (That is the part that’s analogous to agab) 

     Binary trans men and trans women would be taking the initialized qubit and applying a pauli X on it. Nonbinarity is where things begin to get a little messy with my analogy and I apologize if your personal identity doesn’t work with this. If you can see a way to improve it, you know how to rb things. The plus state could be thought of as bigender or another multigender or pangender identity. Then, the minus state could be thought of as agender. 

   I’m not sure what I can do for the |i> and |-i> states, partially because the i does stand for imaginary, and I’m sure you can see why that could be a little iffy. But I feel like one of these could be genderqueer in the way S describes it, as not quite nonbinary but also not quite binary? I’m not entirely sure how to describe it, but it’s not a linear combination of gender or completely genderless nonbinary that the trinary is creating. 

    Then the other one I’m gonna say can be xenogenders? I know there’s a lot of them, but this metaphor can be adjusted as necessary for whichever one you’d like to implement. Like I said, we didn’t really work a whole lot with the y axis, so this isn’t quite as together as the rest of it. (That was a lie nothing is ever together) 

    If you remember the measurement bit from above (no you don’t, it went in one ear and out the other, i’m sure) you can kind of see that this is how people will perceive a cisn’t identity, minus the part where the quantum state is lost. That doesn’t seem to be how that works. 

    Then, I think finally but who knows, I’m gonna have to explain a little more quantum. I’m sorry for my existence, I thought this was done too. Basically quantum teleportation is a thing and I don’t wanna go find my old notes. Input will be α|0> + β|1> and a pair of entangled qubits with one at one place and one in another, and the important thing at the end is that there are four possible states which are α|0> + β|1>, α|0> - β|1>, α|1> + β|0>, and α|1> - β|0> and it requires two classical qubits to tell the receiver to mess with the qubit that’s sent over. 

    It’s a big long thing but it’s basically just embodying the fact that you can know details about your gender but not exactly know what it is. That’s me. 

    Okay, I lied. One more thing. Qubits can decohere, meaning the Bloch sphere might not be so much of a sphere anymore. So nothing makes any sort of sense. 

    Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I didn't reread this at all.

[focusandrelaxforme]

Documenting My Subject's Hypno Slavery Journey (Part 6)

Welcome back to this ongoing experiment.

If you're just joining us, this is an ongoing record of my subject's journey through hypnotic slavery.

Feel free to peruse all the posts leading up to this point.

As usual, a few thoughts/notes/comments from me, and then to the far more interesting part.

This entry is a bit of a change of pace for us. Kittysub was available for a much longer period of time than usual, so I took the opportunity to see how deep I could get her. Over the course of hours starting when she left for a short work day and continuing when she got home, I guided her down further and further until she was basically, as she describes it, mush.

As I was preoccupied for much of this time, I left her relatively functional, able to act independently even while sinking deeper into trance.

As she got deeper and deeper, she became less and less independently functioning. At some point, if she wasn't given direct instructions, she would just sit there and do nothing but go even deeper.

This also left her obedient to an unbelievable degree, following any instruction without hesitation or thought. That said, apparently having her workout in a trance was a step too far. While she didn't come out of trance, the effort needed and the difficulty of that particular workout did lessen her depth of trance considerably.

Now for the star of the show herself:

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Dear Diary,

It has been a long day today.. of going deep for my Master. I went to work and took a break from my lush for Master so that my pussy could have a break. I am thankful it had some time to relax but I felt a little empty without it. Master had me practice going deep today while still functioning with the people around me and them not noticing. I was able to do really well. It is odd to know that I am able to feel so deeply obedient and enslaved while casually talking to friends and coworkers. Master had me update him all day on how deep I was going for him. Whenever I replied to his messages I felt like a different person than the one talking to my coworkers. Like half of me was left with him while I went about my day. I felt almost robotic every morning this week from the hypnotism. Everything just happened naturally without thought. When I got home From work Master had me relaxing even more. I got the deepest I have gotten with him just through text. I didn't have any feelings or thoughts.. i just existed to please my Master.. And I carefully read and followed any instructions given to me. I was told to insert my dildo for him again.. only thins time I really couldn't feel it. It was like my body was separate from my mind the whole time. Its such a weird feeling to be that way. I am still questioning what has and hasn't happened. The whole morning I was wet and I couldn't figure out what had caused me to be so wet.. was it just obeying, or had Master told me something that I had forgot about.

My brain feels like mush now as I lay here typing this journal entry with my dildo inside me and my clit vibe resting on my clit. I have been laying here for probably around 15 mins.. going deeper into trance with all the pleasure. If my words don't make sense tonight.. i blame it on the dildo. Even though at the moment I once again feel separated from my body. Master called me on the phone before I started writing this.. and the vibration of his voice instantly send a shock to my clit.. it is so weird.. how have I grown so attached to a sound.. this is only our third phone call. Master also convinced me to workout today for the 6th day in a row.. i had no interest in doing so.. but he somehow convinced me that exercise is pleasurable and I will enjoy it much more than an orgasm. I feel almost tricked by my own brain. After my workout I felt almost betrayed by myself lol. But I am happy it is done and I feel accomplished. I'm rambling now.. I'm sorry lol. I'm going to go now...and maybe earn an orgasm? Who knows.. or maybe workout? Idk. I never know lol

Xoxo The very confused slave.

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[ayotamacheck]

I'm so happy you like Cassandra! I warn you this is messy and kinda long. So possible spoilers for a story not even written?: Basically early on in the story it's discovered, unsurprisingly, that Pufferfish is doing illegal things on the the side so the main gang decides to take matters in their own hands (who is apart of the gang and how is still being worked on, but I know it includes Yuri, Surya, and Scott. Yuri who is understandingly concerned about Cassie farming with a shoulder injury. Surya who becomes best friend #1 and accidental wingman. And Scott who's just here for a good time) As the story goes along Cassie starts having weird dreams and it's revealed that there's some sort of shadow monster thing sleeping deep within the island and Pufferfish is waking it up. So yeah that's a problem.

Then the whole third eye awakening thing happens with the chieftain; Cassie starts doing the bundles and slowly becomes the "vessel" for the Goddess. A domino effect of magical shenanigans happen, the gang becomes "Team Starlet", Ling and the chieftain become team advisors from home base aka the lab. Kira, Wakuu, and a Poyko detective oc I made just for this get involved eventually. And Ben somehow?? Also shoutout to Raj and his coffee and Theo gets the merfolk's support as well.

Lily hacks into Karen's computer at one point. A group chat gets made. Jim probably punches someone. Chaem definitely punches someone. Cassie punches several people. The "final battle" comes along and Cassie legit dies for a second but its okay she gets better. The whole town helps out in their own way even if they realize it or not.... Poor Connor doesn't know what's happening. He's surprised he hasn't had a heart attack yet.

Varying subplots and miscellaneous things involve: Lily going through a sexuality crisis which cultivates in her and Jim having a really sweet moment were she comes out. And then a few days later, Jim nearly goes into shock when he realizes that it's Cassandra of all people Lily likes. Theo's just confused on how Lily ended up dating a jock. Poor Scott gets subjected to an entire combat training montage, thanks to Kira and Cassie, cause they need his archeologist skills in the cavern but he has to be able to defend himself. Also possibly a roommates to lovers situation with him and Charles?? I'm still on the fence. Oh and Cassie keeps quiet about her past for the first half of the story, except to Yuri and Charles cause of health reasons, nobody recognizes her except Chaem vaguely. So when the truth finally comes out everyone's in awe besides Chaem whose just shouting that she knew her from somewhere. And last but not least towards the end (year 4ish?) Cassie's twin brother Jason moves to the island cause of unfigured out reasons.

So yeah that's all I've got so far. I'm so sorry about the length I wanted to ramble more than I thought I did. I really want to write a proper fanfic about it but I have a horrible track record when it comes to stories. Not to mention I don't have a computer to use and I hate using my phone to type stories.... So wish me luck I guess? 😂

YOOO WHAT?? this is literally so cool!!

no joke this reads like it would be the plot of a whole tv show. an AMAZING fic at the very least. all ive got is this summary and im already super invested!! i love the roles you're giving to npcs; the main gang feels like they would be super fun to see interactions between, especially as stuff develops :0 and the portion with lily and jim having a really sweet moment when she comes out is so cute!! wingman surya?? top tier perfect in every way. and the idea of scott getting a whole training montage is so funny i can't 😭😭 (and possible roommate to lovers?? 👀👀 ooh??👀👀)

AND a twin brother at the end too?? amazing??

if you wrote a fic for this id read it so fast!! this is so cool im so invested already 😭 don't apologize about the length at all im loving every word, do not hesitate to send me more if you think it up 👀

[jolies-journal]

12 / 14 / 2022

i'm typing this on my phone as i'm laying in bed about to fall asleep so i'm sorry if the formatting looks weird. i just wanted to check up and update the blog :) since i was away i have: finished my 2nd/3rd (depends if you count summer 1 & 2 as one semester or not) semester of college with all a's, continued to binge the walking dead, and slowly sink away into the gray dreariness that seems to encompass the world around me (that was so fake deep and ew im so sorry it's 9:47pm rn and i feel like a poet disregard everything i say) but anywho moving on- i feel like i've been stuck in a content hole just endlessly doom scrolling every social media platform, alternating between them, and coming back minutes later hoping to see something different and stimulating. it's so exhausting. i know that i need to be reading more, but it feels like any time that i get home and have even the slightest amount of time to read, my brain feels as if it may spontaneously combust. i'm mainly updating right now so that i can tire (?) my brain do that i can fall asleep. while i don't have to wake up until 7 tomorrow (usually it's 5) i still feel like i won't get enough rest. i needed to write out some physics flashcards to study for my upcoming final but i was just not really feeling it tonight so i didn't, i'll just put my notecards in my bag and do them in one of my off periods. sorry for the long ramble tonight, my brain feels all over the place at the moment. here's two poemsish (that are entirely too dramatic for my own good) to set you on your way, written my me —

desolation succumbing

i hold my arms wide open, welcoming

voice beckoning

&

i think i'll miss you

not a lot, just forever

[mrshipsmcgee]

Home: Part Two

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader (fem)

Part One - pls read lol Part Three

Summary: after randomly showing up in an alleyway, you fight a stranger dressed as Spider-Man, claiming to be Peter Parker… the only issue is, he isn’t your Peter Parker.

What I listen to while I write lol

The so called Peter smiled before his face dropped, “I’m very confused, though.. What the hell is a Captain America?”

You began to laugh uncontrollably as the man stood before you with his hands on his hips, still confused as to what was happening and where in the world you came from.

“Okay, you got me! You really almost had me convinced for a second that something was off. This has been a really good prank.” You press your lips together in a smile before starting to raise your voice in a sarcastic tone, “Is someone going to come out and mess with me and tell me they got me so good?”

The man in the Spiderman costume watched as you started to walk around the alleyway, yelling for your friends to come out of hiding. “Look, I know we prank each other sometimes, but isn’t this just a little much?!”

He cocked his head to the side watching as your steps were followed by icy footprints. The fern crown you had created started to slide off of Peter’s head. His fingertips lightly caressed the greenery before he took it from his head, staring at it in awe before he looked up at you again - seeing that you had stopped yelling for your friends.

“Hey, so -,” you begin to whisper as you approach the man. “This is just a really intense prank that went too far, right? You can tell me - I promise I won’t get mad.. I’m just - I’m starting to kind of get freaked out, honestly. You haven’t broken character once. Like, at all. And this costume is incredible. Is it Peter’s?”

He furrowed his brows as you spoke, just as confused as you were.

“Who paid you?” You ask as you cross your arms. “Was it Peter? Ned? Did a man with a mechanical arm get you to do this? He has a weird name, so you’d remember,” you squint, waiting for the stranger to fold. “No - I got it! Stephen did this because of the cape incident, didn’t he?!” You smiled widely as you started to look around for your friends again, your steps now followed by grassy foot prints that sprouted small wildflowers and clover.

Peter blinked as he remained frozen before you, equally confused by your ramblings and amazed by your abilities. He had never seen anyone else like you.

“Could I use your phone to call someone?” You ask, walking back towards him.

“Yeah - sure,” he nods, passing you his cell phone. You type in the only number you knew by heart - Peter’s. It rang a few times before a woman picked up, “Hello?”

“Hi! Yes - hi, is Peter there?” You ask, biting your lip as your eyes dart to the man in front of you, giving you a thumbs up.

“No - I don’t know a Peter, I’m sorry! You’ve got the wrong number.” She responded before the line hangs up. Your throat had grown dry as you handed the phone back to the man who stood only feet from you.

“Look, no one paid me, I swear. I promise you that I am Spiderman. I was just ending my patrol when you literally came out of a random glowing golden circle,” Peter said as he watched you; your chest beginning to quickly rise and fall as your breath became shaky trying to wrap your brain around what the hell was happening.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter spoke in a whispered - soothing tone, putting a hand on your shoulder as you started to tear up, still breathing heavily.

“I promise, I won’t be mad… Just - just tell me this is a prank, please.” You started to hyperventilate as you hid your face in your hands. “I’m - I’m really freaked out.”

“Hey - look at me,” he spoke calmly, putting both of his palms on your shoulders as he began to breathe along with you, hoping to help slow your breath.

“Good job, Y/N. Atta girl,” he coos as he brought his fingers to your neck - checking you slowly lowered your hands. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t think so. Where is everyone? Where are my friends?”

He watched as you fought the tears forming in your eyes, “Could you take me to Avengers tower? It’s not too far from here - you could just drop me off. I just really need my friends.”

He paused, knowing there wasn’t an Avengers Tower to take you to.

“It’s late -,” he said, looking at his phone. “- well, early.. Do you - Well, would you maybe wanna go have a home cooked meal first? I’ll take you wherever you want to go, afterwards.”

You hesitated, looking at the sky - seeing dawn begin to slowly kiss the starry night sky. Peter watched as the sunlight started to shine, illuminating the color of your beautiful yet sorrowful eyes.

“You expect me to just trust you?” You say, eyes still directed towards the sky as you wrap your arms around yourself, growing colder as adrenaline wore off. Peter’s eyes remained on you.

“Well, I- Well, yeah… I guess. People kinda normally just trust me because I’m me..” Peter said as he shrugged, pointing to the Spidersuit he wore. “And honestly, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you really wanted to, so you don’t really have to trust me.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, “You really don’t have to be on high alert still, but if it makes you more comfortable - I’m all for it. Just please don’t wrap me up in anymore plants or wind.”

“Wait.. You’re just going to cook a strange woman breakfast?” You asked, finally looking at him through a furrowed brow.

“Well, yeah. I don’t see why not - I’m a good cook. You seem like you really need a friend right now. And if you turn out to be a threat I could just take you down,” he explained as he smiled shyly. A warm blush covering his cheeks.

It was quite before he said, “I’m kidding - I promise I’m not a threat. I know you don’t believe me still, but I promise you are incredibly safe with me. And honestly, you’re wearing pajamas in an alleyway. So-”

“Sure,” you murmur, cutting him off

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows as he started to smile again.

“Yup. Now let’s go before I change my mind,” you tease.

The two of you began to make your way through back alleyways before reaching the backside of Peter’s apartment.

“I wanted to show you something before we go inside. I think it will explain a lot. Do you trust me?” The man holds out his gloved hand to you as you look down at it. “Uh..” you whispered as he shot a web towards the roof of the building. Reluctantly, you give him your hand as he slowly wraps his arm around your waist - his brown eyes looking into yours before quickly hoisting the two of you onto the roof, just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon.

“Look,” he whispers as he unwraps his arm from your waist, backing away and letting you take in the sights.

“It looks the same, yet so so different,” you whispered looking around and seeing a few iconic pieces of the city’s skyline missing. You gasped as tears started to form in your eyes, “Wait… Where is Avengers Tower?”

You whipped your head around to where he stood as your heart began to race, finally believing that the man claiming to be Spiderman was in fact Peter Parker - just not yours.

You were not in your world.

“Oh my god,” you whispered as hot tears started to roll down your face.

Peter’s heart broke as he walked back over to you, wanting to give you a hug - yet too afraid to ask.

It was almost instinctual how you turned your entire body towards the man in the Spiderman suit as he approached you, burying your face into his chest as you began to sob - wrapping your arms around him as you cried. His hands slowly found their way to your scalp, holding you closer to him in a gentle embrace.

His heart raced in his chest like a beating drum as he clung to you.

“I can’t imagine how scary all of this must be for you,” he whispered as he continued to sooth you. The vibrations of his voice echoed in his chest as your head pressed against him. He started to stroke your hair lightly.

“I promise - I promise you, you are safe with me. We are going to figure this out and get you home,” he continued as you remained in his arms. “I’m going to take care of you until we figure this out. I promise. And - and, just consider me your Peter for now, okay?”

You nod, pulling away from his chest and locking eyes with him.

He just smiles when he looks at you, his eyes so kind - so familiar. Safe. Like home. Like your Peter.

But this feeling was different, you felt it all over your body like goosebumps - almost as if you could just melt as a warm feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach.

Peter felt a familiar sense of belonging when he looked at you - studying your beautiful face as you both stood in silence. He hadn’t had this feeling in such a long time. He hadn’t allowed himself to.

“I’m so sorry if I overwhelmed you more, I just didn’t know anyway else to really prove to you that I was being honest other than to show you the skyline,” he explained. “I hope you can forgive me.”

He was so sweet, so genuine as he gazed at you.

The sun finally fully crept over the tallest buildings, shining brightly around the two of you, now fully illuminating the man’s handsome face.

“I’m ready for that meal now,” you say, giving him a soft smile - though your eyes were still glossy with tears.

Peter blinked at you, as if he were blinking himself out of a trance as he stammered, “Are you - are you sure? We don’t have to go in yet if you are too overwhelmed.. Sometimes I sit up on this roof just to breathe. We can do that if you want to. I can take you somewhere you’d feel safe..”

“I feel safe right now with you, Peter.” You whispered.

A wide smile spread across his face.

You finally said his name..

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