#thats all ive done for YEARS now just goof off and try to stick to my little corner of the site

[motherforthefamicom]

why does getting a large following on the internet have to be so fucking miserable

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[multiversesonicmuses-archived]

Sandy sighed as he came through the door of the apartment. “Elle, I’m... home?” the echidna said, stopping as he sniffed a few times. It smelled like cooking of some kind, but their dad was away so who was using the kitchen? He’s been smelling a few weird things over the last few days and figured his sister had ordered take-out from some weird location.

“In here!” his sister called over from the source of the smell. He dropped his backpack on the couch as he carefully manuveured his way over towards the area. As he entered the small area, he could hear his sister putting away items while the sink was running hot water.

“I know, you just missed lunch, but this was an experimental one so you’re both welcome and will have to accept my apology!” she stated, the blind echidna looking more confused than ever.

“Experimental?” he asked.

“Well, yeah! Since I know you’re trying to aim for one of those fancy cooking schools and dad’s, well, doing his work stuff, I kinda need to know how to cook stuff that isn’t just...frozen,” Elise answered, Sandy taking a quick peek with his power to see that she’s washing some of the dishes she had used. “I mean, it’s still frozen, but it’s not like ‘stick in a microwave, boom, done’ or whatever. So last few days I’ve been kinda experimenting! Made some garlic mashed potatoes that has a tiny bit of oregano, try and give it some color or whatever, you know? Otherwise it just looks like our normal mashed potatoes. Did that, finished off some frozen chicken breasts we got a few months ago trying to figure out how to not make it so dry and one of my online friends was like ‘have you tried marinading it in water and whatever spices you wanna use’ and I feel sooooo stupid!

And then today’s experiment was frozen salmon that I had to buy like immediately after class and some new spices because holy cow some of the stuff we had was past the best by date for years! And-OH!” she snapped her fingers and after quickly drying her hands, she approached Sandy. “Hold out your hands.”

He looked skeptical at the idea but still complied. The hedgehog normally wasn’t the type to play a trick and now there’s a small bowl in his hands. “Um...?”

“Leftover spices I used for today’s thing! I’m trying to finished off the mashed potatoes and you and dad have your gross casserole with peas so I went with stuff I normally like and I remember liking that salmon we made a few years back on my birthday with those potatoes, so I figured why not make salmon until I finish those off? It’s mostly dried spices and herbs because us using fresh? ....ok maybe you and dad, but I’m a girl of simple needs. But yeah, smell and guess!”

Smell and guess? Well, it would be an interesting test in any case, he thought as he brought the dish to his nose and gave it a few tentative sniffs. “Hmm....Definitely smell pepper....something citrus-y....oh! Lemon and pepper! I gotcha. Ok, what else...” A few more sniffs. “Um...parsley, I think oregano and cilantro... I smell something else but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Thyme and orange peel! I saw that in the spices I threw out yesterday and went ‘huh I wonder if that’ll taste good’ so I grabbed some. Doesn’t have much of a kick to it, but I didn’t put that much in as I did with that lemon and pepper seasoning so that’s probably why. Um...I think that might be all I added. I tried to write everything down while I was thawing the fish, but I probably forgot maybe one or two things.”

This was...honestly surprising to hear from Elise. That she’s been taking initiative (well, she does, but mostly when she’s goofing off or wanting to have an adventure) so to hear, see and smell what she’s been up to has been...actually amazing to witness in a way.

“...I’m gonna miss you, you know.”

Aaaand he may have spoken too soon, he considered as he turned towards her. “Elise?”

“I mean....some of those schools are across the country and I doubt they have online schools or whatever and I know you wanna get into them, and....I’m just gonna miss you, you know? So I’m...I’m saying that now before I forget and regret it.”

“That’s if I go across the country. I would hate being there, trying to learn all the new places and what to not walk into and shit. I could easily try and apply for a job at a restaurant or start my own restaurant,” he pointed out. “Hell, you could end up being my sous chef if you keep trying like this!”

Elise laughed as she took the bowl away from him. “Please, that spot is reserved for dad if he ever retires from his current place; I’ll be nothing more than a humble waitress!”

“You and humble do not mix!”

“Says you!” she replied, Sandy grinning as he could practically sense his sister sticking out her tongue at him in a playful manner. “But that does sound like a cool idea...though definitely work at an actual restaurant first. ....or ask dad about....maybe the eyes? Would help get you used to the school or whatever.”

Sandy squinted at her, opening his mouth to say something before she interjected with, “Before you ask, Meh Burger doesn’t count.”

“THANK GAIA BELOW!” he shouted.

[thatchickbrit]

Do us both a favor, don't buy me a drink.

It's Jan 2 -- day 2 of 2018. What have you done today that you said you would? Eat different? Meal Prep? Go to the gym? I have always had a problem with sticking to NY resolutions. Sure, I get excited in the beginning but I quickly fail and then I feel like a horrible person. So, this year I told myself - no resolutions. Its time to put things in motion that make me HAPPY TO CHANGE. Granted, I am not thrilled about trying out a new diet but I know I need to. This 20 extra lbs are not going to melt away. If it would, well, I would be rich from some sort of secret magical thing. But, I am happy about refocusing on myself, my business and my mental health. One thing Ive noticed over the last few days is my excitement to 1. Plan new things, 2. get back in the work groove, 3. Work on the best version of me. I have asked myself often “will this help me get closer to my best self?”

Now, I’m not going to pretend to be some noble writer who doesn’t make goof-ups because I had a big one recently. Thats what sparked this post! Through the goof up, I figured out that I may have social anxiety issues that I try to overcompensate with alcohol. When I am with a new group or no group at all, I keep a drink in my hand so I’m “doing something”. What I never took the time to realize is that was the recipe for disaster for someone who is an unlabeled alcoholic — DUH! Right? But seriously, I often thought I was a horrible person who binge drank because I didn’t know how to control my alcohol or i pushed to be the “life of the party”, but in reality, it might have been the opposite. It was the push to get the nervous butterflies out of my stomach or the awkward quirks I was scared to show and just be myself.

I was talking to my roommate over the weekend about guys (and friends) I have crossed paths with in my day. I went out on quite a bit of dates before I met my (soon to be ex) husband and most of those didn’t equal a second date because of my drinking. I would get completely hammered and not even remember the date. Luckily, I had dates with several stand-up guys who didn't take advantage of me but I also wasn’t so lucky at times. Looking back, no wonder I always thought I wasn’t worthy of attracting a man who had his crap together — I was FAR from being an equal of that. Thank God your 20s only last one decade, right?

Believe it or not, over the last few weeks I have actually went back and apologized to several people who are still probably scared to death to have dinner with me (in no way to reconnect, simply to say Sorry). I can only imagine being on the other end of that table, watching the sweet girl you asked out turn into a full blown hot mess. First date duties should never include holding your date’s hair back. #datetip Those guys definitely deserved an apology and probably a gift certificate to Stanley Steamer.

What I would like to think is this: its day 2 of 2018. I’m 34, single, self-employed and on this crazy journey to figure out who I am. I know the saying is “don’t look behind you, you’re not going that way” but I disagree. I am thankful I am taking the time to look behind me so I can make sure I grow from all the stupid crap I did. I just refuse to live in that rearview mirror. I owe a lot more people apologies and if I’m lucky, ill be able to deliver them.

PS -- if you see me out, don’t buy me a drink :) I don't won't need one. I want to be fun AND sober ❤️

I want people to meet the real me!

(This is when I should insert some witty sign off sentence but this is only my second entry and I’m not even sure anyone will read this soooo…. Yeah, till next time. Cant promise when that will be but Ill make sure its worth reading)

[moestavern]

My Boss is A Fucking Bitch and I Hate Him

I know other bosses are worse but im 18 and this is my second job and i hate this man so leave me alone while i list off every fucking reason i think my boss is a terrible human being. This will probably be a little all over the place and involve a lot of rambling. 

Okay. So im not gonna say what pizza place i work for but just know that i work for one and that all the names that i use are fake/

lets start off with the fact that my boss is a 30 year old man who were gonna call James for the sake of not using his real name or what ever. James is a fucking ass hole. Hes a terrible human in almost every way that i can think. His work ethic is the shittyest ive ever seen. 

Hes lazy. The hole damn night he sits behind the cut table on his phone. The only work that he fuckin does is when he pulls pizzas out of the oven and cuts and boxes them cuase were busy as hell and he has to do work and thats the easyest work that he can do. He’ll yell at Lars (a friend. also hates James but not like the rest of us) for letting me stay till 11-12 so i can get some extra hours when Lars is closing but when James is closing he’ll keep me and Kerry (my best friend and got me the job here. I love her and she hates James too) till 1130ish just so we can do the closing work that he dosent want to do. 

He goofs off and then forces others to deal with the consiquinces and he wont take responsability for jack shit. Just last night he threw parm cheese at Beth. Beth decided to throw a sauce cup back at James and it hit the wall that im supposed to clean every night before i leave. This resulted in 1) them getting yelled at by a coustamer that James proceded to ignore and 2) a huge splosh of sauce on the wall that im suposed to clean. James came up to me saying that i should be mad at Beth for the splash on the wall because he loves to try and stir shit up and i told him that i wasetnt mad at her cause he threw stuff first witch isnt out of the ordinary for him. and that i wasent cleaning it cause the reason i should be cleaning the wall is becuase some times the grease from the oven gets on the walls or something gets on the wall when people go to throw stuff away whatever. But he insisted that I was gonna be the one that cleaned that wall even thought i have fucking nothing to do with the situation. Marry ended up cleaning the wall becuase shes a fucking saint and i love her. When i told James that i really should thank Marry for doing that and taking care of his mess because shes a good person he said that shes not a good person and over all i just really hate james. 

He is really perverted and gross. I used to be friends with a girl that we’ll call Elvis. All the names are fake and im not good at coming up with names. Oh well. Elvis is 18 years old. Elvis and James hooked up 3 days after i took Elvis by my work place for 20 minuets (it would have been less if James and he hadent been so chatty) so that i could say hi to Mark and Kerry and tell them about the convention that we were coming home from and so that i could grab my work scedule for the next week. Not only is he hooking up with 18 year old emotionally fragile girls but he follows every semi-attractive female out of the store and will make really gross jokes to them. We have complaints on Google about him. Hes even going as far as to saying that he just knows that Beth (who is 16 btw) has a crush on him and how shes cute but only if she was a little older and ugggggg i hate him so much hes so fucking gross.

James is hypocritical as hell. He plays around too much then yells at people for playing around to much. He sparys me with the sanitizer spary going as far as to chase me out of the store with the bottle so that he could dump it on me. He dumps stuff like corn meal and oregono on Alex, Beth, and me. He held Lars down and tried to encourage me to throw a thing of paper at him. Hes a total ass hole. And is you get him back he HAS to get you back FAR worse. Hes to prideful to not get the last or biggest laugh. But he yelled at me for sticking a peice of ice down Alex’s shirt once. 

He argues with coustamers. and at fisrt it was entertaining somewhat. Now its really just plain annoying. He’ll follow them out of the store yelling at them and getting in there face. Its totally unprofessional. He never behaves professional in any way at all. 

Im done venting for right now but of trust me there will be more. fuck dude.