#I'm sorry but the chemistry this man has with himself is insane

[peach-coke]

"We got to cut that part of you out, like a cancer. And then, well, then, my boy, you can finally be who you were always meant to be. Pure. Clean. Like marble." ➤ The Boys || 3.06 - Herogasm

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[angelrari]

gossip girl · pt. xiv

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi!! thank you so much for leaving comments and supporting this!! i hope you enjoy this new part!! ps. I APOLOGIZE BEFOREHAND PLEASE DON'T HATE ME and i haven't proofread it so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes🤍

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the lights of the club were blinding and the music was way too loud to hear what the people around you were saying. max held your hand as he moved around the dancing bodies, trying to get to the vip section on the club. you had spotted your sister jolie, who was talking with the youngest of the leclerc brothers. next to her, you could see pierre, alex and yuki who were laughing about something the latter had said.

"look who has arrived!". daniel screamed as you entered the vip section, catching everyone's attention. "how did the date go?".

"hey mate, it was good. how was dinner?". max asked referring to the meal some drivers had enjoyed to celebrate the end of the season.

"it was great". daniel replied. "we missed you, mate".

"you know, i had other priorities". max replied, giving you a quick glance. "but we're here to celebrate".

as you looked around, you saw pierre, who kept making gestures telling you to sit with him and charles. you squeezed max's hand to his attention and he looked at you.

"i'm gonna go and talk to pierre, okay?". you said and he nodded.

"yeah". he replied, as he leaned to give you a quick peck. "let me know if you need anything or if you want to head back to the hotel".

charles was staring at the scene happening before his eyes. the brown dress you were wearing was driving him insane and he could not help but wonder how max could keep his hands to himself. if he had been in his position, he knows damn well you would not have made it to the club.

"hi pierre". you said and he looked up to meet your eyes. "hi charles".

"you look gorgeous, y/n". pierre said, as you sat down next to the monegasque. "how's max treating you?".

"can't complain, he's a kind man". you replied. "how was your dinner? did you guys have fun?".

"yeah". pierre answered. "but the wine was terrible".

"y/n, what do you want to drink?". charles interrupted your conversation with pierre. "i'm about to go to ask the bartender for one more gin-tonic and i'll bring you whatever you want".

"i'll come". you said and charles smiled at you. "i'm not sure of what i want, i need to see what they offer here".

charles led the way to the bar, passing by your boyfriend, who could not stop himself from staring at you. max had never been the jealous type, but something about charles made him have his guard up. he watched as the monegasque placed his hand on your back to lead you, how he leaned in to talk to you, how you smiled widely back at him whenever he made a joke and it made his blood boil. he could only observe as you took a sip of charles' drink, when he stroke your leg when you accidentally hit the counter and you complained about it and when he asked you to dance and you agreed.

the chemistry of two ex-lovers was still there and max envied that. he could not say anything, he did not want you to know he felt this way. it was the first time, since you started dating, that he realized he was scared to lose you. and for nearly two long hours, max had to swallow the bitterness of the feelings caused by seeing his girlfriend have fun with her ex.

"who's that?". lance asked as a brunette girl entered the vip section.

max recognized her instantly and he thought the night could not get any worse. léa blanc, who used to be your best friend years before and who also was charles' ex-partner, was walking straight to you.

your heartbeat skipped a beat when you noticed léa was here. you felt the anxiety creeping in and a million questions clouded your mind. what the hell was she doing here? somehow you felt like you have been caught red-handed and you were sure léa would misinterpret everything.

charles, who saw your smile drop, turned around to see what had made your expression change like that in just one second. léa looked gorgeous, she was wearing a little black dress and some leather black boots that made everyone around her stop and stare at her. but in that moment that did not matter to charles. he could feel a lump in his throat as his ex confidently approached the two of you with a mischievous smile on her face.

"can i borrow charles for a minute?". léa asked you as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"what are you doing here?". you defensively asked.

"it's none of your business".

"y/n". max, who was now on your side, said as he grabbed your hand. "let's go".

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the silence between the max and you was louder than ever. max sat down on the sofa in front of you, trying to organize his thoughts, but the blood was boiling in his veins and he could not calm down. you paced around the room, unaware of max's feelings. the anxiety and the questions clouded your mind.

"i don't get it". you said frustrated. "why would léa be here?".

"why does it bother you?". max coldly asked.

"because the last time i saw her she acted like a bitch towards me?". you replied. "i'm pretty sure you were around when that happened".

"are you sure it's because of that?"

"what do you mean?". you asked as you stared at him. "of course it's because of that".

"sure". he replied bitterly and you frowned.

"what is wrong, max?"

"i think you're jealous of her". he spat out.

"you can't be serious".

"you spent nearly two hours with charles before she came. two. hours". he emphasized.

"and that doesn't mean anything!". you said as you dropped your arms in the air. "he's my friend, max".

"bullshit".

"so what does it mean then?". you said. "fuck, max. we have had this conversation before, i have asked you if you were bothered by it and you said you weren't. you know i have chosen you over him, so i don't get why are getting so defensive now. fuck, max, i love you-".

"doesn't feel like it".

those four words made your heart drop and shatter into pieces. you stood up as the tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you stared at him. max knew he had messed it up the moment those words had left his lips. he quickly grabbed your arm, making you turn around and look at him. his heart broke when he saw the disappointed look on his face.

"fuck, i am sorry". he apologized as he placed hand on your cheek. quickly, you brushed it off. "i didn't mean it like that".

"max, leave me alone".

"we need to talk about this".

"we do, but not now". you said. "please let me go, i don't want to do this right now".

"fuck, y/n, i am sorry, i swear i didn't mean it like that".

"it doesn't feel like it".

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Here’s a Crosshair request for you if you’d like!

I’m a sucker for the undercover-at-a-gala trope so what if you’re a Jedi shadow (like Quinlan Vos) who works with the Bad Batch once and awhile, and you’re in an established relationship with Crosshair. There’s a separatist gala you need to infiltrate and Crosshair goes as your date. While you two are sneaking around the venue, you have to hide in the nearest room that turns out to be a bedroom and Crosshair has ideas 😏 thank you! Love your writing!!

ANON!!! I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I have literally no idea why i struggled with this ask for what? over a month??? I must have deleted a combined like 3k words for this over the time i was trying to write it. But i would not let it beat me, i had to finish this ask for u for waiting so patiently.

also its like, a bingo card of every trope for this trope so i apologies for how uninspired this is lmao

Side note, I am very sick at the moment and on a lot of painkillers, so like, I proof read this but please let me know of any glaring issues or mistakes because I'm not of this world currently.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Clothed Sex Word Count: 1700+

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Walking through the elegant halls of a senator’s estate on Scipio you can’t help but gawk at the splendour of it all. The insane amount of money one must have to own a home like this simply baffles you as you walk arm in arm with your date for the night through the ornate halls.

Some leaked intel let the republic know that some unscrupulous things were to go down tonight within these halls, and you don’t doubt the accuracy of that information given the amount of high ranking members of the Banking Clan you have seen engaging in hushed conversations in hidden alcoves of the grandiose estate.

Your partner turns to look down at you and you can’t help but blush under his gaze. Crosshair was always a handsome man, but seeing him clad entirely in a fine, black suit was a whole new level of desirable. A service droid passes you, stopping long enough for the two of you to grab a flute of what appeared to be more bubbles than liquid before continuing on its way through the winding halls of the building.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight mesh’la” Crosshair whispers, breath fanning over your ear as you take a sip of your no doubt pricey beverage. You couldn’t find it in you to disagree with him, black silks hugged your frame, accentuating your figure in all the best ways, something your jedi robes were absolutely not designed for. While you did feel naked without your lightsaber, you understood the necessity of remaining entirely undetectable. You smile up at him, noting the make-up that has covered his trademark tattoo, his slicked back hair and absolutely dazzling smile.

When the moment called for it, Crosshair could reluctantly play the part of suave, chatty businessperson which honestly surprised you at first. He was absolutely the least talkative member of the squad by a mile, all short replies and clipped words, so when this mission was assigned to the Batch you were shocked that they had all immediately turned their attention to Crosshair.

“He’s the most arrogant, thus will fit in perfectly with the typical crowd at one of these types of functions” Tech had said, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from the Sniper, “among other reasons, Hunter looks too much like a regular clone, I am needed to extrapolate the data that you acquire and Wrecker is… Wrecker” Tech adjusts his goggles before continuing “It would also look out of place for one of us to go alone, and you two already have, um, chemistry, for lack of a better term”

He wasn’t wrong about that; you and Crosshair hadn’t exactly put a label on anything yet, but everyone knew there was something there.

Finally, after a few hours of simply wandering the halls you find your target, a simply unassuming Muun that has been implicated in embezzling funds and using it to pad separatist pockets. He was speaking in hushed whispers with a human male before the man passed him a small, innocuous looking data stick before parting ways with a polite nod.

Your time to shine.

You leave Crosshair’s side, giving his hand a quick squeeze as you go, before sauntering over to the target and ‘accidently’ spilling the contents of your flute, onto his silk robes. Stuttering and apologising you begin patting him down, slipping your hand into his pocket and retrieving the data stick as he shoved you away, telling you he was going to send you the bill for getting the stains out of his clothes. “This is pure shimmersilk you know!” he yelled at you as you made your hasty exit, apologising profusely as you retreat towards where Crosshair was waiting, arms crossed as he leaned against a marble pillar, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“You got it doll?” he whispers, wrapping a long arm around your waste as he begins leading your further into the throng of people and towards the exit. “Of course” you reply, sinking further into his side. Hopefully the two of you would make it out before he even noticed it was missing.

Your hopes were dashed as you heard a panicked “Hey! Wait!” coming from behind you.

Crosshair grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest unlocked room before softly closing and locking the door. Both of you hold your breath, listening to the sound of approaching and then thankfully retreating footsteps. It doesn’t seem like anyone saw you, but you still wait together in silence before turning the light on to look at the room you have found yourselves in for the foreseeable future.

It's a luxurious bedroom, a four-poster bed draped in magnificent silks with more pillows than anyone could possibly need adorning it. Crosshair takes his comm and a small datapad out of his pocket, reaching his hand out to you for you to pass him the datastick before plugging it into the device and comming Tech to let him know he can begin starting the transfer and telling him of your less than ideal situation at the moment. He tells you that Hunter will be there within the next standard hour for extraction but until then you just need to hang tight.

You sit down on the bed, running your hands along the silken sheets before looking back up to Crosshair. His eyes are raking over your form as he placed the datapad down on one of the bedside tables before walking over to you.

“So doll, it seems we have the better part of an hour to keep ourselves occupied…” He trails off, sitting next to you on the bed, one hand finding your thigh while the other softly pushes you back onto the plush surface. “And no one knows we’re in here�� his thumb begins soothing circles into your hip as he looms above you, one hand holding himself up as he stares down at you.

“So it seems…” you smile as you use the fact that your legs are still hanging off the bed to your advantage, kicking your heels off before you shimmy further up the bed, until you’re leaning back against the mountain of pillows. Crosshair crawls up the bed after you before his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

“Kark doll, you look so good in this dress, it’s been so kriffing hard keeping my hands off you all night” he mumbles against your lips, calloused hands already working their way underneath your dress towards your panties. You let out a small whimper, the feeling of his rough fingers digging into your flesh making heat pool low in your belly as Crosshair begins placing languid kisses against your neck, working his way down to your collarbone before sucking dark marks into your skin.

The chirping from his comm startles both of you, making you jump before Crosshair angrily grabs the device “What do you want Tech?” he growls out. “I just thought that you would want to know that Hunter will be arriving earlier than expected and to be ready for extraction in the next 30 standard minutes” Tech replies, obviously somewhat irate, not enjoying the tone that his brother is giving him. “Understood” Crosshair replies, turning off the device and throwing it onto the bed before returning his attention back to you.

“Looks like we will have to make this quicker than I wanted, but don’t worry princess, I’ll worship you like you deserve once we get back to base” his fingers begin toying with you over the fabric of your panties while his lips busy themselves against yours once again. His mouth swallows every sound that you make as his skilful fingers rub tight circles against your clit, already bringing you close to the edge with practiced ease.

Your panties are soaked at this point, his assault on your senses overwhelming you as you try to stifle your sounds as not to alert anyone who could potentially be loitering outside the door. His hand leaves you momentarily as he fumbles with the fastenings on his pants, opening them just far enough to free his weeping length.

Pulling your panties to the side, he sinks into you, letting out a breathy groan as he slides into your heat in a single motion. Resting his weight entirely on one hand he brings his other to cover your mouth as he begins an absolutely brutal pace, the layers of your clothing helping to muffle the sounds of him relentlessly driving into you.

You silently thank him for covering your mouth, the way he’s fucking into you would have you screaming for him. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you, trying to get him to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits that spot inside you with the head of his cock with every thrust, turning you into a mess with every drag of his hard length through your slick folds.

Lowering his head you can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he whispers filth into your ear “so tight for me kriff… I can feel you choking my cock you’re so close aren’t you?” you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. He angles his hips, grinding down onto your clit with every thrust as he loses his rhythm, chasing his own release as he feels your walls fluttering around him. “cum for me doll” his whispers have an almost pleading nature to them, like he’s holding himself back from the edge waiting to tumble over the peak with you. A few more deep thrusts pull your orgasm from you, flooding your nerves as pleasure washes over you, causing your walls to clench around him. With a strangled groan against your neck he follows you over the edge, pumping ropes of hot cum inside of you, hips stuttering as his cock throbs.

You’re lying on the bed, Crosshair still sheathed inside you as his comm chirps again “Oh for the love of… Yes?” he slips out of you, tucking himself away as he talks, apparently Hunter is only five standard minutes away so you adjust your panties and swiftly put your heels back on.

Crosshair places a kiss to your temple before you make your escape.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Imposter: Bakugo Katsuki

Now he's an imposter I can expect not knowing about his feelings

Like when all is said and done his reasoning for keeping you alive has you baffled

Because of his abrasive and bombastic anger knowing what's going through his head is truly a shot in the dark

And his confusing anger coupled with his genuine smarts makes him an even better imposter

During meetings it suits him best to play detective

If he isn't his angry defense is usually suspected more

When he's playing crewmate he's either assistant in security or demolitions expert

I can honestly see him working with Kirishima or even Deku

For Kirishima to be in on it they can play their natural chemistry off as well established trust as they slice and dice behind the scenes

With Deku I think the absolute hatred is a great distraction as everyone writes off their potential to be imposters

It is known that they work great together…when their on the same page

For Bakugo's reasons it can stem from personal grudge, mercenary work, or just pure and absolute boredom

He's just that type of person really

I wouldn't expect him to be an alien but it wouldn't be insane if he hung around aliens as some kind of bounty hunter

Occupation aside I can see him falling in love with just about anyone

Like you can match his fire, be a friendly socialite, or even if you're quiet and meek

It just takes one thing for him to realize he's falling in love

Maybe it's how you do your hair

Or the way you use his first name completely oblivious to the cultural implications

Or even the way you yell right back at him when you felt like he crossed a line

For you to realize he's untruthful in any regard there will have to be a moment of weakness

Like he's a little too angry to notice the blood staining his suit

Or being a little off in his timing

Or even getting top personal about his killings:

Katsuki Bakugo had a mission. A mission that would have been easy for him if you weren't there. Thankfully his partner wasn't stiffy and instead encouraged him to enact his desires. Grimacing to himself he thought of their stupid go-lucky face and stomped a little harder to fake his task with wires. 🎵"Johnny don't leave me you said you'd love me forever-"🎵 Jiro Kyoka. Radiologist and assistant to technology head. He typically didn't have a problem with the music junkie but what she said last meeting was really out of pocket. "Were you really in electrical (Y/n)?" He sabotaged in there knowing full well where his annoying darling…attachment was. "I was! I was standing right next to you!" Watching a single vote pop up under your name it was obvious who it was from. You rightfully were fuming and for once Katsuki was sat down to listen; before excusing himself to 'complete his task'. Crouching near an open panel continuing to hum Jiro was absolutely oblivious to his presence until he moved his arms to cross in front of him. "Oh, Bakugo-san! You surprised me. Need something?" "Yeah, you really think their the…imposter?" "Oh, that" Sighing she unhooked the ear bud previously stuck in her ear. "Yeah well it was just a bit of pettiness on my part." "…what?!" "Ah y'know they've been unplugging my speakers at night. Really messes with my morning routine and it was just a little payback is all." Casually fidgeting with the exposed support she missed the contorting face of the man behind her. "Are you serious?" "I mean…well yeah…I knew no one was actually gonna vote them…" She looked off thoughtfully once again missing the creeping that Bakugo Katsuki was doing. "M-maybe that was pretty messed up…I should go apologize…" "You think?" Gun drawn and the other hand zipping up the top part of his suit. Crimson eyes blazing in anger Jiro understood exactly what was happening. "W-w-wait i-i'm really sorry I didn't mean anything by it! I just wanted-" "You wanted to get them killed!" "No-no--" Moving swiftly he moved closer to her gun harshly pushing at her cheek. She began to cry, shakily attempting to move his hand back only encouraging him to press further into her. "YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN THEM KILLED FOR SOME STUPID REASON!" "Nwo pwease-!" "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE LET ALONE BEG TO THEM!" He grabbed her head with his unoccupied hand bending down to slam it into the still open electrical panel. The charge quickly fried the flesh of her face moving throughout her body even as her contact with the panel was broken repeatedly as the imposter slammed her face against it. Katsuki remained unaffected by the violent volts of electricity for he had made motions to properly wear his space suit which had insulating properties unlike Jiro who like many on the ship only wore the bottom part as the upper part was tied around the waist. Continuing to slam her face he knew by the lack of struggle that she was dead; but he didn't stop. Battering the corpse got him thinking how he was going to say he found her and what he planned to do. It wouldn't be insane that he saw the dead crewmate near the wires and it would prove his innocence since he spoke with-" "…Katsuki…?" Immediately the fleshy bangs against metal stopped and the blonde wearing the orange suit looked up to see the one he did this for. Shocked and confused but putting the pieces together you began to turn to run to the nearest panic buttons. Faster than you could comprehend you were enraptured in the warm burly arms of the man you once called your friend. Before you could scream you felt a prick in your exposed neck before going limp in his arms. "I'm sick of you getting in my way." He easily tossed you over his shoulders before stomping his way to the dormitories.

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"You."

Bang!

"Can't."

Bang!

"Keep."

Bang!

"Me!"

Bang!

"In!"

Bang!

"Here!"

Bang!

He chuckled hearing your muffled tantrum from behind the door he had finished welding shut. Now his distraction was good and out of the way. Don't be deceived he adores his (Y/n) but he just can't have his significant other distracting him from his work, his pride. He'd sort you out later, get you to love him but for now he was going to clean up the gutter trash. "Trust me babe, I'll get to ya just let me do my job first." The sound of an emergency meeting rang. Perfect timing. Turning on the pager he had, he set it to two rings. Giving his partner the code red signal. What was code red? It was the code that meant that they weren't playing the stealth game anymore and now it was just do or die. The smirk on his face grew wider as he sped up to the meeting point. It was gonna be a massacre just the way he liked it and no distraction of his was going to stop it.

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[squish--squash]

hello squish mon beloved for the character ask game how about..... william moriarty :]

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My first impression: okay so I'll come clean- I originally watched mtp back in 2022 and my memory of my initial reactions aren't the clearest, so I'm going off the messages I sent a friend while watching it and piecing it together from there. anyway my first impression was a little confused but with a little "alright, I can get behind this!"; this was my first actual interaction with a sherlock holmes work/adaptation since I read part of The Hounds of Baskerville in like. middle school. so I really didn't have anything I was going in with other than the very vague notion that it was "based of sherlock holmes". I took a very quick liking to him and his brothers tho :)

My impression now: SWEET FUCKING SUMMER CHILD. DEAR FUCKING GOD! I'm sobbing crying throwing up- I love him so much he has so much depth to him he forces himself to be the necessary evil and plays the part so well you think he loves it but it's literally killing him inside ACK ACK ACK he's the type of guy who'd go "I couldn't care less" but actually cares so much he wants to throw up; I started a bit confused but now I understand him so much, he's a brilliant character!

Favorite thing about that character: I think it might be his determination. Like from the very beginning he's so determined to make the world a better place no matter the dark paths he takes to get there and it's like. fucking unbreakable. dude had a plan and he stuck with it and saw an end to it (even though the end was very different from what he imagined). Even when he's trying to get back on his feet towards the current end of the manga, the moment his hands fall upon a new purpose he grips it like a vice and he's off to chase it (quite literally actually. on a horse). It's either his determination or his kindness, bc the moments where he lets his little villain persona slip and reveals a soft and beating heart makes me feel violently ill in a good way

Least favorite thing: the way he saw his own life with such little respect up until the nyc arc makes my heart shatter. his plan always resulted in the very least his own end, and if a certain someone hadn't been so desperate on saving him he risked his own life I know for a FACT William would have died and AUGH it HURTS but IT MAKES SENSE YOU COMPLEX, COMPLEX MAN

Favorite line/scene: There are so many and I have to choose JUST ONE? VETOING THIS (it counts I'm american <- joking); I'll give a list actually: the bridge scene for obvious reasons; the entire nyc arc (THE NYC ARC [I'm banging my fist on the fucking TABLE and SOBBING] AAAAA) but specifically the scenes where he arrives for backup for Sherlock and Billy and the "wedding vows" scene make me especially emotional; the Baskerville arc where he takes it personally and utterly destroys the guys behind the scheme- I could continue but this is long enough

Favorite interaction that character has with another: every single panel in the manga and every single frame William shares with Sherlock Holmes is priceless I want to gnaw on steel when they interact—detective vs. lord of crime, companions beneath their masks—it doesn't matter how they're interacting I am going insane. THE CHEMISTRY is like watching a beautiful reaction between two chemicals except it's infinite; if the next arc of the manga was just the two of them interacting in a day-to-day progress I would eat it up and leave no fucking crumbs

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Honestly, I wish we had more interactions between Billy and William! iirc Billy looks up to William and I would have loved to see the two of them bond, especially after he starts working with him and Sherlock (oh well, I'll just read and write fanfics ig)

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: uhhhhhhhh. I don't really.. I got nothing. I'm so sorry but my brain cannot generate another character from a different fandom that reminds me of William LSKDHG

A headcanon about that character: here's a silly one- he gets acid reflux easily (rip); and here's a serious one- he has nightmares about his lord of crime days long after the fall, about all the blood he's spilled and all the lives he's taken. he handles it better and better with time, but it's never a good time when he has them

A song that reminds of that character: I'm not sure WHY, but "Errasuriz" by Kiltro makes me think of William; also "Before We Drift Away" by Nothing But Thieves (squish stop assigning NBT songs to your favorite characters challenge impossible)

An unpopular opinion about that character: I don't think I know the mtp fandom well enough to know what's considered popular/unpopular, and I think it's a bit too small rn for there to be a common consensus? but uhm. I don't fucking know LMAO uhm. I think he'd look better with a purple motif rather than red??????

Favorite picture: okay okay this is gonna be a two-parter but they're from the same chapter and only like. two-three panels apart but these

I AM GOING. TO HAVE A BREAKDOWN OVER THESE. THE LIIIIIIGHT THE SMILE THE EVERYTHING I'M GOING TO FROW UP AND EXPLODE ACTUALLY

anyways ty tem :D I bet you were not prepared for my unintentional essays after each question LDSGKH

#ask game #yuukuko no moriarty #yuumori #moriarty the patriot #william moriarty #mtp william

[singsweetmelodies]

just wanted to say that your charlos tags on the notp post were a WHOLE ASS MOOD

like i can't deny the chemistry because i'd have a lifetime supply of smoothies from the level of 🍓🍊🍌🥝🍇 in those c2 videos. but i just cannot indulge in it whatsoever

i can't even point to a specific moment that turned me from 'oh they have a fun teammate dynamic!' to a full-blown hater ('hater' is a bit strong but close enough) but it must've been something to do with the fans...

anyways, just wanted to express my gratitude for those tags. nice to know that i'm not alone

darling anon!! thank you so much for this ask - and oh, bestie, you are definitely not alone. you are so not alone, and i am actually hugging you rn, because it's always fab to find someone who agrees with your ship opinion 👌 sorry to the charlos fans out there, but it just can't be for us. #rip

and that third paragraph of yours - ah, man, i feel you so much. i also used to genuinely enjoy their teammate dynamic a lot (loved watching the c2 challenges, etc etc.) and i also can't quite point to a specific moment when this changed? but i do know the general themes about it, and since i had an incredibly long exhausting day at work today, i'm quite in the mood to rant about them. i will do so under the cut, though, lmao, because goodness knows i'm in a petty mood tonight.

any and all passionate charlos or just carlos sainz fans - please do not click on the readmore, because i'm not going to be terribly nice to your fav here, i'm afraid 🙃

so for me, when i first got into f1, it wouldn't have been inaccurate to say that i kinda loved carlos sainz. i loved the carlando/mclaren videos, and i loved the c2 challenges. he's funny, and he's pretty, and he has a cute dog, and he drives for ferrari... what more could you want?

the thing is, though. i am a charles girlie first and foremost. even though i liked carlos, he was never on the same level as charles for me. especially not in terms of driving - because, well, just look at the start of the 2022 season. enough said.

what started getting to me was that group of passionate carlos fans (the carlos girlies) who seemed to seriously think that carlos is a better driver than charles. they would slander charles and call him an inconsistent/reckless driver, while saying carlos was so much better. obviously, this rubbed me up quite the wrong way. and then at the same time, i was seeing carlos on my screen giving interviews where he would insist that if he'd had a few more laps, he would have overtaken max's red bull. like... i'm sorry, but that was never going to happen. in any world. pffft. (my thoughts at this point went: arrogant! he thinks he's better than he actually is.)

so that got me to like carlos himself a little less, which obviously has an influence on the ship as a whole. i mean, it would be hard to like a ship if you only really like one of the two partners in it, right? right? this is what i've always thought, anyway... except that a lot of charlos shippers seem to like carlos a lot more than charles. which is to say: in so many of their fics/characterisations, it's all glorifying carlos, while charles is essentially his arm candy with all the character depth of a rather pretty paper cutout. less than ideal...

the last thing, and perhaps the pettiest of all, lmao, is just that i'm incredibly possessive and insane about piarles. i acknowledge it. in fact, i fully own it. they are my ship, and i want them and only them to be endgame, always. now, obviously i don't expect everyone to agree with me 😂😂 but i don't particularly want to be seeing any content on my dash that features charles/anyone other than pierre as an endgame ship. and charlos usually is portrayed as an endgame ship/they're meant for each other etc. etc. well, sorry. to me, charles is meant for pierre, and pierre only. charlos is out. the end 🫶

#asks & answers #anon #anti charlos #anti carlos sainz #i always feel a bit 🙈 about using full-blown anti driver or ship tags #but i'd rather use them so any people who do enjoy this ship can avoid this post #because my word... i am petty tonight #and petty me is NOT kind to carlos sainz jr #not even a bit #i would say sorry but i'm not 🫶 #man it felt SO GOOD to be unashamedly petty for a while #long days are long #but being a bit of a hater can always make you feel better 😌

[veilofthorns]

🦑 🦐 🍄 I haven't been following for very long so if you've already answered this before, I'm sorry, but ... how is Kissy's relationship with the Octavinelle crew? (@twst-the-night-away)

🦑AZUL

Kissy and Azul clash because their m.o.'s are the exact opposite of each other. Kissy is giving without needing anything in return. She is comfortable in her soft body and opens her soul to people willingly while not requiring anything. Azul, on the other hand, has never been comfortable in his skin and believes that everything must be a transaction. Every conversation is calculated to get exactly what he wants. They keep their conversations short because kissy knows she would just keep giving and he would keep taking.

🦐FLOYD

Floyd and kissy have some extreme chemistry going on. Not as much as her and idia (that chemistry is ABSOLUTELY INSANE. like they can't talk to each other without it ending in them making out) but still pretty intense. Floyd is the only man she would let dominate her. They get along extremely well! Just constant chaos with these two. His word choice, how he lazily saunters about. She knows he'd never hurt her but there's always that thought on the edge of her mind... with those sharp teeth... mood swing hits suddenly... how exciting!

🍄JADE

Kissy likes to visit the mountain lover club, but only on days when there's picnics planned. She's not a fast hiker, and jade TAKES OFF UP THE MOUNTAIN FULL SPEED. They like to identify plants and cook the mushrooms that he cultivates. She knows that Jade isn't revealing his "true self" with her, though. He always seems to be playing the part of a distinguished gentleman rather than being himself.

#oc kissy asks #octanivelle #oc kissy

[suzufield]

auston matthews and ginger from chicken run (connor mcdavid) for the ask meme ?

auston matthews

first impression: so, this one's kinda specific, but my first impression of him came from a fanart I saw on here. so really I didn't know much (this was before my hockey era) except, oh, the people here are really into shipping him with some other hockey guy. okay. not like I formed a lasting impression off that, but I did think his outfit was really cool, so you know, there's that. he's the first hockey guy to breach containment for me, I was not really interested at the time (this was not even a year ago 😭) but it's kinda special in that way

impression now: in general, seems like a chill guy. you know I try to perceive the leafs as little as possible but I respect him. also, cool outfits. he slays. good for him. however I DID read a fanfic which I'm pretty sure changed my brain chemistry and which starred him as the protagonist! doesn't change the way I see him, he just exists, doing his thing, except now I'm more aware of the leafs narratives. (thanks cody!)

I can't really answer any of the rest of the questions because like. I really don't know this guy. sorry reuben. you (leafs fans) can keep him. I don't wanna get dragged into another rabbit hole.

connor mcdavid

(aka, ginger from chicken run.) the fun begins.

first impression: generally thought he was kind of bland? I was like. that's just a dude. like he's good at hockey, which is fun, but he seems to have the amount of personality (and structural integrity!) of a piece of wet cardboard. so I elected to ignore him. I didn't know what was to come.

impression now: hoooooooly shit. this man occupies every single one of my thoughts and I don't even remember how it happened. genuinely. something clicked in my brain and suddenly I was obsessed with him. ofc there's something to be said about like, this anxious teen with the weight of the world on his shoulders who grew quite awkwardly into his adult frame, but like, people have already said these things. there's the insane hockey plays, of course he's amazing and all that, but idk, maybe it's the anxiety that touched me? he's so anxious and he's still going and you can tell he worked on it, it's not perfect but it's better than before? like the growth? I don't know. I kinda love him. he's quiet. a little pathetic-looking. I got no explanation for this one

favourite moment: I listened to a podcast and he was saying that he always has to remind leon of just how good he is, and he's taken it upon himself to make leon see it, and you can tell he really does care about it (beyond just the game). and it's a small moment but I'm a big fan of bros supporting bros. keep it up king 👑💪

idea for a story: so I was sorta maybe not quite writing something... which may or may not involve hanahaki disease and mcdrai. and it mostly deals in guilt (that's the good stuff) but it's actually kind of leon draisaitl centric, because he's the one with the disease and he's the one struggling to see that he is loved and he is cared for and he feels guilty for dumping this on connor and it's mostly platonic but also kind of not and well. I have like my own version of hanahaki which I did tell one (1) beloved mutual about but the document has been untouched for exactly a week now and my brain has moved onto other things, so. (if you feel like reading some hanahaki may I recommend this one, it's mceichel, I enjoyed it a lot)

favourite relationship: my most beloved mental illness. mcdrai. (which I found really flavourless like a few weeks back. character growth!) there's something to be said about the our stories are linked and our names are tied together aspect of it, and how they've found each other, and leon would find me even if I was invisible and all that. something about connor always hyping up leon to the media, because he sees so much in him, and he's waiting for other people to see it too, but in the end they never will because connor is right there and connor is the best player in the league and it's always about connor. he'll always overshadow leon by being there. connor can try, he can try to be selfless (and how can you not be when you are this good, haven't you internalised by now that it's no fun if you take the whole stage for yourself?) and maybe he would like a break from the constant attention but he won't get it. something else; they are the centre of the whole oilers team. like, and I'm not an oilers fan but I think I can say this, the team would absolutely collapse without them. no question about it. maybe they would be fine with just one or just the other but they would definitely be missing their other half. (and I could talk about how they are BOTH anxious and they are maybe each other's support, but that's for another day because I don't think people have noticed how anxious leon actually is yet.) …you could say I've had a normal amount of thoughts about these two.

favourite headcanon: I'm electing not to answer this one because as you can see from my mcdrai paragraph there are a lot of things I have extrapolated from bits of interviews, body language and the like, also maybe a bit of projecting in there. let's be honest that I'm pretending to know a man that I don't. I'm not even an oilers fan. this is all headcanon.

if anyone actually read this far. hope you had fun. sorry.

#👍👍👍 #this was just 15 words short of a thousand! I'm normal about hockey men! #(the read more is there for obvious reasons. I am warning you. this is long and not entirely interesting) #mailbox

[bifca]

I’m not sure what ship to send you for the ask game so just the one that is Most Prominent in your mind right now?

works for me! XD you get three, because my brainrot knows no bounds. sorry this took so long!

Kinn/Porsche

when I started shipping it if I did: pretty much from the minute i started watching

my thoughts: literal permanent brainrot over these two. i don't have coherent thoughts about them i just pterodactyl scream and go insane

What makes me happy about them: it's the devotion, the renewed hope, the feral protectiveness, the way they make each other both better and worse, the insane chemistry. kinn is the only choice we see porsche make for himself. porsche is the only thing kinn would sacrifice everything for. porsche turned himself into a killer to protect kinn, and kinn bared his soft underbelly and knew, for the first time, that it wouldn't be used against him. i'll never recover

What makes me sad about them: as of right now, there's no freedom in sight for them (but i'm a sap so i like to think they'll be able to get it)

things done in fanfic that annoys me: how much time do you have. porsche is not a shy waif who can't stand up for himself. porsche is incredibly important to kinn, and kinn wouldn't mistreat him just because. the two of them struggle with communication but they do still attempt it. kinn is willing to let porsche go because porsche and his happiness are what he values most. porsche is willing to call out kinn on his shit but he also wouldn't be a dick to him for shits and giggles. sometimes i'll read fic and it's like they forgot those two love each other

things I look for in fanfic: characterization i like. that's key. everything else is pretty negotiable

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one. this is one of those ships where you can add but you can't subtract

My happily ever after for them: korn is dead and they're off jetsetting/running porsche's bar on the beach

who is the big spoon/little spoon: from what we see in canon kinn is the big spoon and porsche is the little spoon, but i can see them switching

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: from canon it seems to be cuddling. maybe going to different restaurants or going on a ride of some kind (motorcycle, car, boat, etc)

Zack/Sephiroth

when I started shipping it if I did: when i played crisis core for the first time

my thoughts: i've actually gotten more obsessed with this over the years. i used to kinda ship it and now it's my favorite ff7 ship

What makes me happy about them: sephiroth is so open so quickly with zack. he trusts him, and he met him a few days ago. him teaming up with zack to help genesis and angeal escape is him openly discussing committing treason. he tells zack flat out that he plans to desert. and let's not even count the line that gave me brainrot for over a decade: "i don't want to believe that genesis would be involved in something so petty." / "then don't believe it." / "very well, i won't." just instantly. instantly did what he said. and zack, if he ever hero worshiped him, got over that quick, but then grew to care for him for the person he was.

What makes me sad about them: nibleheim. nibleheim nibleheim nibleheim

things done in fanfic that annoys me: manly man top sephiroth and simpering shy bottom zack. body type has no bearing on what positions people like and zack took out a kill squad with his bare hands

things I look for in fanfic: again, characterization. that's my answer for most things, since as long as i like the characterization everything else is pretty negligible

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i like sephiroth/aerith and sephiroth/angeal, and zack/aerith and zack/cloud

My happily ever after for them: sephiroth is still sane and he and zack ran off and deserted shinra and are living happily in some beach town

who is the big spoon/little spoon: i love little spoon seph and big spoon zack

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: sparring probably. and genesis and angeal would refuse to be around for it because they would absolutely start flirting

Byakuya/Renji

when I started shipping it if I did: oh i'm not sure for this one. it was sometime during the hueco mundo arc

my thoughts: i go absolutely feral over this enemies to mutually absolutely loyal duo. it's the way renji hated him but as they came to know and understand each other he's viciously loyal to byakuya. it's how byakuya looked down on renji but then he became on of the people byakuya cares about most, to the point that when he thinks he's dying his thoughts are on making sure rukia and renji are okay. they make me insane and have been for a decade and a half

What makes me happy about them: their relationship development. they really did go from hating each other to caring very deeply for each other. also renji gets to find out that byakuya is a bit of a weirdo and not only is byakuya comfortable loosening the dignified emotionless noble persona, renji takes it in stride.

What makes me sad about them: renji would have to put up with a lot from the kuchiki's if they ever got together, possibly moreso than hisana (although byakuya would likely be more aggressive defending him, since he's seen this play out before)

things done in fanfic that annoys me: making byakuya actually uncaring. making renji stupid. having byakuya see himself as above/inherently better than renji

things I look for in fanfic: again, the answer has to be characterization. that's 90% of why i read anything

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: ichigo, chad, shunsui, ukitake, grimmjow, shuuhei, probably some more i'm missing. i ship a lot of bleach ships

My happily ever after for them: them leading squad 6 and being happily married (or basically married)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: renji is the big spoon, byakuya is the little spoon. renji likes to hold people, and it probably soothes his protective instincts to be wrapped around people important to him, and byakuya likely doesn't care one way or the other

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: sparring. maybe i just like a lot of combat couples

[madphantom]

Maddie's Quarantine Reviews: Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Plot

Winslow Leach is an insanely talented, but also ridiculously naive composer. He wrote a 300 page cantata about Faust and is trying to get it produced, but is wildly unsuccessful in doing so. Until one day the legendary pop star Swan hears him playing in a club. However, this doesn't necessarily mean good luck for poor Winslow: Swan has his assistant Philbin steal Winslow's music and produces it his way - ergo horribly and in a way that suits his new music hall, the Paradise. While trying to get it back Winslow meets Phoenix, a young singer auditioning for Swan, and instantly falls in love.

Swan has enough of Winslow meddling in his affairs, so he arranges that the composer is sent to prison. Winslow, however, proves to be quite attached to his work, breaks out and tries to destroy the record factory. This goes wrong and he leaves after having his face burned in a freaky accident involving a record press. At this point Winslow decides to go feral, gets himself a bird mask and a leather outfit and becomes THE PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE, determined to destroy Swan and find Phoenix.

The Characters

Winslow. Oh boy, where do I even start. Winslow is an INCREDIBLE character and I love him so much. He starts out as this innocent cinnamon roll and as the movie continues we watch him descend into madness and murder. Even though 70% of this movie we only see his mouth and one eye William Finley manages to show his emotions so, so well. I honestly don't know who else could've done so well.

Next up we have Swan. Oh Lord, oh Jesus. Paul Williams did a TERRIFIC job. I just...you see, Swan's tiny. And I love the concept. Because we have this bad guy who holds all the strings and he looks like a muppet (I'm sorry, Mr Williams, if you ever read this...!). In contrast to that we have William Finley as Winslow, who's literally two metres tall and it's hilarious and adds a whole new dynamic to the story.

Then there's Phoenix, the damsel in distress. To be honest, I feel like there could've been more depth to her character. That's not Jessica Harper's fault, she did an amazing job and her singing voice is astounding (Side note: I only realized I was an alto thanks to this movie...!). But Phoenix could've had more depth. She, as a character, has so much unused potential.

Next up we have...BEEF. He's considered a fan favourite. Most people love him as much as they love Winslow, and considering he doesn't even have THAT much screentime, that's something to say. He's also a sneaky LGBT representation and you can tell that Gerrit Graham really had fun playing him. His lines are... chef's kiss. "I know drug real from real real." This man is a legend.

Then we have Arnold Philbin, Swan's assistant. Blissfully unaware of what the everloving fuck is going on he merely follows orders and gets his portion of girls on the literal casting couch, if you know what I mean. Again, I feel like he could've had more character depth. But maybe that's just me.

And last but not least...the Juicy Fruits. A band of three, they constantly change their style throughout the movie. They barely have any spoken lines, but they do play a part. You can tell that the actors had a lot of fun playing them and you can often see the trio in the back, making funny faces or reacting to what is going on in the front.

My thoughts

Phantom of the Paradise may have been a box office failure, but it's such a ridiculously impactful movie that it's downright hilarious that it's so unknown. Star Wars, The Crow, My Chemical Romance, Daft Punk, Edgar Wright, Guillermo del Toro, they were all inspired by this movie.

The whole thing is like a cartoonish LSD trip, but there are warnings in it that are still relevant today. You'll love every single character, William Finley's acting as Winslow is peak and I can't begin to describe how much I love Phantom of the Paradise. The music is wonderful, the actors have great chemistry, you can tell how much everyone loved being there and...oh my God. WATCH PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE.

#maddie's quarantine reviews #corona virus #phantom of the paradise #movie #william finley

[spideyxchelle]

Hi, I'm a bit shy to ask but would you mind if I'd ask you some spideychelle hc with trans Peter? Sorry I'm new in this I don't know if you take this kind of request but I love this headcanon and since I'm queer and I've lot of trans and nonbinary friends it make me so happy to see people embracing this headcanon like superheros (even if not canonically) can be trans and supercool and it's good because trans people are PEOPLE not aliens and Spider-Man can be a trans boy and still be supercool

OMG DO NOT BE SHY, PLS. I have written an MJ as non binary head canon before which you can find here and there is a slight nod to Peter being trans in that. SO I have no problem filling these kinds of prompts. people deserve to have representation in media, to see themselves in their heroes and if you want to head canon Peter Parker as trans then omg you totally should. 

I will say that as a cisgendered straight woman I do want to express that this head canon is not my story or my experience to tell authentically. and I recognize that my privilege may inadvertently effect this head canon (I could never know what it is like to be trans or queer), so I’m sorry to all of the trans and queer people that read this if I misspeak. that was NEVER my intention. 

if you’re looking for LOTS OF AMAZING TRANS PETER CONTENT I suggest @transpeter 

Peter knows he hates the name Petra. his Aunt May jokes that he’s hated it since he was about four years old (there was an incident with a Barbie doll that Aunt May loves to retell). and he would absolutely agree. Petra is a fucking terrible name. 

he used to really blame his parents for naming him PETRA of all things but he’s seven when they die and at the time he couldn’t really remember why he hated the name so much. all of his emotions were muted beyond the pain of losing his parents. and he was their little Petra so how could he hate the name then?? the name they gave him??

but when he’s nine he starts to hate Petra, again. the name (and himself a little bit because he doesn’t quite fit in). the little girls in his class don’t want to play with him. apparently, he’s strange and weird and spends too much time with computers to be normal. but computers don’t tease him or make him feel shitty about himself so he’d rather take the computers over the girls in his class. 

and he would rather take the girls in his class over the boys. the boys are horrible. in his head, he assumed that maybe he and the boys would have more in common than him and the girls but that was because he always considered himself one of the guys. the boys in his class do NOT consider him that. 

so school is pretty miserable. 

that’s when Aunt May and Uncle Ben start looking into alternatives. because Peter doesn’t deserve to spend every day of his school life feeling tortured for not fitting in. at the time he didn’t know why he wasn’t QUOTE UNQUOTE NORMAL. he was just a kid, trying to play with other kids. but kids are cruel. kids are so, so cruel. 

its during the hunt for a new school that Peter sees Laverne Cox for the first time. Aunt May is watching some show on Netflix and he remembers thinking that Laverne Cox is beautiful. transfixed, he guided himself down on the seat next to his aunt and asked the question that changed his life, “who is she?” Aunt May paused the show and answered, “Laverne Cox. she’s beautiful, right?” Peter nodded dumbly and Aunt May kept talking, “she’s trans, Petra. do you know what that means?” he shook his head. “it means she was born in the wrong body. she was born as boy but is actually a girl.” Peter blinked, “how can she do that?” “there’s nothing to do, sweetling,” May said gently, “she just is a woman. that’s how she feels on the inside and so that’s who she is.” 

Peter had gnawed on his lip, and innocently told his aunt, “I think that happened to me. I think, I’m in the wrong body.” Aunt May had nodded, he would always remember her face, and sat up a little taller, “okay, then. what do you want me to call you, then, buddy?” AND HIS LITTLE MIND HAD EXPLODED BECAUSE THAT WAS IT?! it was THAT simple? he could just be himself?? 

but of course it was that easy. Aunt May always made things easy. 

he remembered throwing his arms around his aunt and whispering, “Peter. my name is Peter.” 

three days later Aunt May had Peter in with a pediatric doctor that specialized in trans children and they were discussing their options. Uncle Ben couldn’t come, he was at work (Peter found out after Ben had died that his uncle took every extra shift available to make extra money for Peter’s transition, Ben and May had set up their own fund). 

the doctor had asked Peter what felt like a hundred questions and then began to explain to May the way things they could as a family progress from there. 

five days before his eleventh birthday he started hormone blockers. two weeks after he starts his blockers, Peter tests into the Midtown school track (a middle school and high school for super geniuses) and that is when Peter feels the most relieved. because he won’t be forced to go back to that terrible school where everyone still called him Petra. he could just be Peter. start fresh. 

and so when he starts Midtown middle school at 12, everybody does call him Peter. that’s how he introduces himself and so that is who is he. he’s a little smaller than the other boys in his class but he IS one of the boys. and if kids know (and he prays they don’t), they never say. he’s just Peter Parker. 

the one constant between his old public school and midtown, though, is Doctor Nedal. Doctor Nedal is his therapist, a woman who specializes in queer children related issues. and they meet once a week to talk, check-in and work together. he’s not sure why he still goes to her when he hits thirteen (he’s been living as PETER for almost four years now) but when he asks Aunt May, she reminds him that having Nedal on their side will make it easier for Peter to start his hormones when he’s ready. 

he hits fourteen and he’s ready. they talk to Nedal about starting testosterone and he’s warned about everything that may happen. the increased irritability, the options (pills, injections, gels), the potential aggressiveness, the fact that it may stint his growth slightly. but Peter knows what he wants. 

so he starts T. and while his body isn’t everything he wants, the hormone blockers helped keep some things under slightly more control. besides, his aunt May always assures him whenever he’s having an off-day, he can always get surgery when he’s older. it’s going to be okay. 

and then everything is not OKAY because Flash Thompson starts Midtown when he starts his freshman year. he’s barely started testosterone when Flash comes barreling into his life. 

he takes one look at Peter, sneers meanly at him, and calls him Pretty Parker. and its devastating. some other kids snicker. kids he’s known since he was 12. kids he trusted. and Peter starts to panic that Midtown is going to be JUST like public school. and he can’t do that again. he was so miserable.

but before he can have a full-on breakdown another new student, Michelle Jones, call Flash an idiot. he sputters like he’s afraid of her (and he does find out a few years later that MJ and Flash grew up together because they both had wealthy parents in the suburbs) and tries to shoot back, “I’m not an idiot.” she crosses her arms, “uh, yeah you are.” and that comeback is the ninth grade equivalent of cursing someone out. Flash is humiliated and flees. 

peter mumbles a thank you and MJ rolls her eyes and storms off. (over the next few years he’ll grow very accustomed to MJ storming away from him). 

but the day drastically improves when he meets Ned Leeds. and they’re instantly tight. Peter even considers disclosing the fact that he’s trans to Ned. he’s not sure how much kids gossip or if Ned even knows, but he still wants to tell him. he wants to have that moment. 

he tells Ned when they’re sitting on his living room floor watching Empire Strikes Back, the best Star Wars movie. and Ned grins and knocks his shoulder against Peter, “cool. thanks for telling me, man.” and that’s it. Ned doesn’t push or ask a hundred questions. he’s still just Peter to Ned. and they’re nerdy and best bros and everything is awesome. 

and it gets even MORE awesome around Christmas time when he goes on a field trip to Oscorb with his chemistry class to look at some of their tech advancements. personally, Peter is more interested in Stark tech than Oscorb tech but beggars can’t be choosers. especially since Tony Stark is a FREAKIN’ superhero now. he doesn’t have time to invite genius kids to look at his work. 

its on this field trip that Peter gets bit. and his whole life goes CRAZY TOWN. he gets sick for a few days after, like insanely sick and Aunt May worries that maybe something went wrong with his testosterone injection, but when he comes out of his sick haze he has FUCKING super powers. insane, something out of a comic book superpowers. 

Tony later tells him that the testosterone he was taking mixed with the spider bite made his whole body freak out. see here: eight pack and arms for daaaaays. if he hadn’t been trans, if he hadn’t been taking T, he never would have become Spider-man. it was the mix of both ingredients that made him extraordinary. 

and, like any other reckless teenage boy, Peter uses this new found powers to fight crime. he has a television. he’s obsessed with Tony Stark. he sees the Avengers. and he starts to dream that maybe he could be one. 

he has his powers for thirty-three days, nine hours and fifty-four minutes when Ben dies. he’s on his way back from the therapy with Peter in the front seat when someone tries to hijack his car. Peter is so frozen the whole time, shocked by the exchange, that he misses when the gun comes out. but he doesn’t miss the sound of the gun shot as it hits Ben. the killer freaks out that he actually killed a guy and runs off. but Peter does nothing. he cries for help, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP, and he holds his uncle as he passes. before he goes, Ben calls him Peter one last time. then, he’s gone. 

May is devastated. Peter is horrified. and their whole life is falling apart around them until Tony Stark shows up in his living room with the promise of greatness. he tells him that he likes to save the little guy because “when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.” 

then he’s BASICALLY an Avenger and then he’s into Liz and then he’s screwing everything up and then homecoming happens and FINALLY his life starts to finally even out. 

he lays off of patrol, somewhat, and being a superhero starts to feel like only a part of his life. not entirely who he is. 

he hangs out with Ned and he trains upstate and life is great. Flash upgrades Pretty Parker to Penis Parker (which is crazy hurtful) but he’s not so upset about that anymore because Flash is irrelevant to his life. and he’s awesome. 

and then, MJ happens. she’s his sort-of friend, then the captain of his team and then one day he realizes he’s been looking at her too long and it hits him that he likes her. he likes all the good and the bad parts of her. he likes her dry sense of humor, her passion for human rights and the way she smiles at him when she thinks no one is noticing. fyi, he always notices. 

but he’s not sure how to do this. not really. he’s never really dated. sure, he took Liz to homecoming but that was a dance. dating someone for real is a lot more complicated than just ditching someone as soon as they arrive at a dance. 

and he’s also terrified that MJ won’t be interested in a trans guy. which is dumb because lols of course trans guys are amazing. but he can’t beat away that evil voice in the back of his head. that voice is really mean. 

so he procrastinates. he keeps putting off asking MJ out even though the more and more time he spends with her at school and at practice and on the occasional outing with him and Ned convinces him that he really does properly like her. 

and THEN, she finds out he’s spider-man. more like she tells him that she’s always known. they’re walking through downtown and he’s munching on a churro when she asks, “are you ever gonna tell me you’re spider-man or…?” and he chokes on his food. MJ stands there expectantly while he works his shit out before he finally can speak, “um, excuse me?” “spider-man. you’re him. wanna tell me I’m wrong?” he shakes his head, “no, just, um, how did you know?” “i’m observant. duh.” and his face heats up read because damn, she is observant. how observant, tho? like, does she know other things about him, too? again, he’s never 1000% certain what the gossip mill says about him. 

they walk in silence for three more blocks before he blurts out, “i’m trans!” and that is so not how he wanted to tell her. he wanted to gently prod at her about her feelings toward queer people, feel out if she would be open to dating a trans person and THEN tell her. but his dumb mouth says it before he can execute his master plan. that he’s been procrastinating on. really, um, he was gonna tell her. eventually. 

or now. now apparently is the answer. 

her lips turn up just slightly, “is that the last confession you wanna tell me today, Parker? or do you have one more?” he flushes and turns back to his churro, “dunno what you mean.” “yea, you do.” and he does. he can tell from the way she’s looking at him that she knows about his big, FAT crush on her. 

he eat another bite of his churro, sends a prayer up to whoever is listening and takes the leap, “I like you.” 

when MJ leans down and kisses his cheek Peter’s her ACTUALLY stops. not really, but that’s how it feels. it feels like he can’t breathe and his life is over and he wants to call Aunt May. he has so many questions about all of the feelings a simple kiss on the cheek could bring about. 

“I like you, too,” MJ says, stealing what is left of his churro. Peter grins real big, “you do?” “I do,” she rolls her eyes. “even though I’m…” “you’re Peter,” MJ cuts him off. and yea, he is. he’s Peter FUCKING Parker. 

and the fact that Peter FUCKING Parker is dating Michelle Jones seems to interest nobody at Midtown is even better. because it feels normal. because it is normal. because Peter is trans but that is not all he is. he’s a superhero and a best friend and a nephew and a boyfriend. 

he likes being someone’s boyfriend a lot. 

he likes going to pride with MJ and having her on headset with Ned during his patrols and making out with her. making out with her is great. and she’s super aware of his dysphoria which helps. she never pushes him to do anything he doesn’t want to do and, frankly, there is a lot of other things they can do. AHEM. they’re teenagers. they make it work while being respectful of Peter’s boundaries. 

but his favorite thing about dating MJ is the way she always seems to catch his eye across the room. no matter where they are or what they’re doing, MJ finds him. and its nice to feel like someone is looking out for him. because that’s all he ever does as Spider-man, look out for the little guy. 

now, though, he has an MJ. and sharing Spider-man with someone he loves is way better than doing it alone. 

#headcanon ask #trans peter

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[RO] Caged Birds

DAY - 1

Claudia opened the door, stepping into the blight clinical room, the other woman stares shackles to the metal table in the centre of the room. The woman stares at her, looking her up and down, analyzing her. Claudia sits down at the table, placing a tape recorder and a file on the cold table. She clicks the tape recorder on, the plastic wheels spinning with silent noise, "Hello my name is Dr Claudia Velmont, It is the twenty-second of October, 1973, I'm here with-" she pauses when she sees the smile the woman is giving her. It wasn't frightening or unnerving, it felt genuinely kind and warm. And that in itself was disturbing. "I'm… here, with Josephine Vast, in the Matteawan State Hospital for the Criminally Insane." She opens to the first empty page of her notepad placing her pen next to it, "So, where would you like to start?"

The woman's smile disappears, "What an excellent question," but it returns brighter than when it left, " how about you decide."

"Um… okay. I suppose we should start with the first death you're connected to, John Walters. He was a priest in the town where you grew up, he went missing on September of-

"Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm sorry?" Claudia asked, thrown off by the sudden question.

"Well, I'm in crazy people jail. Under suspicion of killing… a lot of people. Most people would be scared. Most people are nervous at the least. But you seem very… calm."

"I'm sorry… you- you just don't seem very frightening. I know what you've done… or allegedly done. But I look at you and I can't see it." She didn't know why she was talking to a patient like this, but there was something about this woman. They say sociopaths have a way about them, they’re magnetic. There was a moment of silence between the two of them, the woman just stared at her, a small grin on her face.

"I like you."

Claudia didn't know what to say. She deals with mentally ill people for a living, but she wasn't sure how to react to Josephine Vast. "Anyway… John Walters was killed in nineteen sixty-four. What can you tell me about him?"

The woman sighed, "He was a pastor like you said. A man of God." Her demeanour suddenly changed, the warmth in her eyes was gone and a cold stare was left in its place. "Nobody but me knows what he did. Everybody always thought he was so good with children. That he was always so kind to young women, the poor things." And the warmth slowly returned to her eyes "And then one day, he stopped… probably because someone put a pencil in his eye… Or so I've heard.

"Did you kill him?"

"Very direct. To the point. I like that."

"Did you?"

She hit her hands hard on the table, "I hardly think it matters!" She yelled, suddenly very angry. "A monster is dead, a bit of evil is gone from this world. Who cares who killed him! Besides," she said regaining her composer. I was only sixteen years old in nineteen sixty-four. Do you really think a sixteen-year-old girl could jab a pencil into a grown man's eye and watch as his dark soul slowly fades from the earth?" She looked Claudia right into her eyes, "Well, do you?"

"I um… I don't…" any real professional would have walked out of the room when they knew a patient had gotten into their heads, but the allure of this woman was too strong, she was stuck where she was. "Okay, well come back to that one… how about Angelica Black, what happened to her?" The woman's manner changed once again, she crossed her arms and her eyes were full of sadness that she wasn't hiding as well as she wanted or hoped to.

"I didn't kill her. He did"

"John Walters? He was already-"

“No!… the other him. The he who I'm guessing is the next name on your list."

"Johnathan Shiftwell?" She asked, but the woman still couldn't look her in the eyes. They remained quiet for a long time. Claudia didn't know why but she was okay giving the woman the time she needed. It was obvious to her that this was a more sensitive subject than the last.

"Yes, that him"

"You're saying that Johnathan killed Angelica, why would he do that?"

And this is where she sees why this woman is locked up, her question sparkes a look of insanity in her eyes as she laughs, no cackles like a maniac. "Jealousy I imagine, probably tired of being rejected Always trying to get in her pants, she turned him down, of course."

"Why do you say of course?"

The woman laughed, "let's just say Angelica had a desire for a softer touch, one which I was more than happy to give her."

"You were together?"

"Yes, for a very short but very pleasant amount of time. Does that bother you?"

"No, why would it," she said a little too quickly. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the woman.

"Interesting… I loved her," the woman said quickly changing the subject. "And I like to believe she loved me too. And he," she paused, her eyes filled with sadness again. "he killed her just because he couldn't get what he wanted."

"So who killed him?"

"Who do you think"

"Is that an admission?"

"No… It's a question. Who do you think killed him? I'd love to get your opinion on the subject."

"I don't think-" she started trying to resist this woman's persuasiveness

"Come on, you are easily smarter than all the cops and doctors who put me in here, and almost as smart as me. What's your best guess?"

"Well," she said giving in, "there is the obvious answer."

"Which is?"

"That you did it. Out of revenge for killing Angelica."

"Obviously. Anything else?"

"Maybe," she started thinking, playing her game, "he killed himself. Out of sorrow and regret."

"Good girl. That it is possible. That is very very possible." Claudia felt a strange sort of pride in doing what the woman asked, a dangerous amount of gratification. "You're rather good at this."

"Thank you," there was an extended pause between them once again. The woman continued to look at her, with a slight smirk on her face.

"You're cute when you blush…"

"I think we have enough for today." She said reaching for the tape recorder.

"Come now," the woman said reaching as far as she could across the table, "I thought we were just becoming friends. Kick back, stay awhile." Claudia's hand hesitated over the button of the tape recorder. "Please," she said flashing a toothy grin. And once again, dangerously, concerningly, Claudia folded.

"Okay, Josephine-"

"Please call me Josie."

"Okay… Josie," she looked down at her list, looking for the next name up. "Do you want to talk about Theodor Kerr?" At this Josie sighed slouching back in her chair.

"Oh, god… just when I was starting to like you," for some reason this scared Claudia, which must have shown on her face because Josie started laughing. "Oh, please don't look so nervous. I still like you. What would you like to know?"

"Why is he the only man you will confess to killing?"

"Oh, well that's an easy one. Well, I say easy. He's the only one I really killed, He tried to force himself on to me and so I killed him before he could. Easiest decision I ever made, I would rather have died than be with a man. And I nearly did, but at that moment I realised it didn't have to be the one to die.

I killed him to protect myself." Claudia just stared into Josie's eyes, a blazing fire in her gaze, "What is it?"

"When you talk about it, the look in your eyes… it- it seems different. I look into them and I see someone who could kill me without batting an eye."

"Does it scare you?" Josie said leaning towards her as far as she could. Something changed inside of Claudia.

"I never said that," a change not necessarily for better or for worse.

"Now there's a look. The one on your eyes. Your teetering on the edge, but isn't it such hard work to keep your balance? Believe me, it's so much easier just to fall."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No…, of course, you don't…" another long pause. "Well look at the time! You better get going, don't want to get locked in with all the crazies."

"No… wouldn't want that," she said not even really convincing herself. As she said this A guard came in to take Josie away.

"Nighty night doctor… I'll be thinking about you." As she was escorted out of the room Claudia turned off the cassette player. A confused rush of feelings and emotions pulsed through her. That was one of the strangest, exciting, eliciting experiences she has ever had. She picked up her tape recorder and her notepad. Strange, she swore she had a pen.

DAY - 2

Entering the same room as she had the day before, Claudia was greeted by the welcoming smile that Josephine was giving her. Sitting across from her, she pulled her tape recorder and notepad from her bag, just like she had before. She was determined not to let this woman get inside her head for a second time. "My name is Dr Claudia Velmont it is the twenty-third of October, nineteen seventy-three, I'm here with Josie Vast in the Matteawan State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, this is our second session. Okay, just like last time was going to talk-"

"How are you, Doctor?" Josephine said cutting her off. The question surprised her, no one had asked her that in a long time: how she was actually feeling. It's a subtle kindness but a kindness nonetheless. She knew that it was just an attempt to confuse her but it was hard not to want to fall into it.

"Um… I'm fine Josephine thank you for asking," a long silence fell between them and Claudia could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

"You were saying," Josephine said, snapping her back to reality. She seemed much more focused today. Maybe she could get through this without incident.

"Right… so today I was asked to ask you about the serial murders you are accused of. Is that alright with you?"

"Of course doctor," she said with a smile that reminded Claudia of the Cheshire Cat.

"In June of nineteen sixty-six," she started unevenly, feeling the penetrating gaze of the woman across from her. "Malcolm Newton was found stabbed to death, in the chemistry lab at New York University. You attended a New York university sixty-six."

"Yes, I did," she said proudly, but Claudia wasn't sure if it was her schooling she had pride in.

"To prepare, I called some of your former professors and acquaintances." She said pulling a paper from within her notepad. "People who knew you at the time."

"And?"

"I learned that you're a genius," that seemed to draw Josephine in.

"Flatterer."

"They're not my words," she said quickly knowing that this woman could see right through her and there was nothing she could do about it. "Although the exact quote was "era-defining genius."

"Oh I see, you talked to Vannessa."

"Yes, Dr Venessa Hendricks, I did talk to her. She had many things to say about you," sounding far too eager to be professional.

"All good things I hope."

"Oh yes, very good things," she said not realizing that this was beginning to start more like a conversation between close friends and less like a psychological evaluation. “Did you really set someone on fire?" she asked trying to not sound so desperate to know the answer.

"Oh god, she told you that story,” Josephine said dropping her head on the table. It didn't stay there for long as it shot back up, her messily cut hair falling in front of her eyes. “For the record, it was only a hand, and in my opinion, I did him a favour."

"I bet you did," Claudia said, looking back down at her papers, shuffling them nervously. "Happy birthday by the way."

"Oh,” Josephine said surprised. Her usual “three steps ahead” vibe was gone. “Thank you. I'm surprised you even know that.” she stared at Claudia leaning into the table looking deep into her eyes but seemingly not at her. "Oh, I see… in your eyes."

"What?" She asked unsurely.

"You stopped trying to keep your balance." Claudia cleared her throat trying to get them back on track.

"The second victim, Dominic Peters, a professor at NYU, who went-"

"Oh please, Ms Velmont," Josephine exclaimed throwing her head back only to whip it back up looking right through her again. "Can we stop this act?"

"What act?"

"Yours, where you sit there in your tweed jacket and a shirt that's just a little bit too… tight, trying to hold on to the straws of sanity that are long out of reach. I bet you got into this line of work, thinking it was out of some selfless duty to help the unhelpable. But in reality, I think you just wanted to be around people like yourself."

"I don't know what your-

"Yes you do, like you also know that after this, you will never go back to being that person you used to hide in. You can't. And you shouldn't, you deserve to be yourself." Once again, a long silence fell between them. The longest silence, and then Claudia stood up looking into the depths of Josephine's eyes, her own showing the beginnings of tears. "The cage is open Claudia… you can't go back."

"Have… have a good day Jo-... Ms Vast." Then she left, and that should have been the end of it. But of course, it wasn't.

Moments later, Colin, an orderly entered the room, "Did you break another doctor Vast?" She chuckled.

"No, not this one." He just looked at her apprehensively. He's not afraid to admit that she scares him.

"All right then, I'll take you back to your room." He said reaching to release her from the table.

"Yeah, about that," she said as he unlocked the handcuffs holding her to the table. "I actually have somewhere to be," she pulled a pen from the inside of her sleeve quickly standing to face him. Before he had time to react she stabbed the pen in his eye right below the eyelid. He screamed and grabbed at her but ultimately passed out due to the pain. Blood pooled around what was left of his eye. "Sorry Colin," she said wiping his blood on her shirt nonchalantly. "But I have a date. You should live… probably. Might want to invest in sunglasses though." Grabbing the keys off his belt, she moved toward the door only to stop short of the doorway. "Actually… you may be just what I need." Leaving the room she came back with a wheelchair she managed, with only minor difficulty managed to situate the two hundred pound man into it. "Just one more stop. Well, last stop for you… but don't think about that too hard

When Claudia walked into her dark apartment she wasn't feeling any better her eyes were reddened and her chest felt heavy. She couldn't deny that Josephine's words were having an effect on her. She was actually starting to believe she was right, which either meant that Josephine was incredibly influential or she was a terrible doctor. It scared her that she couldn't tell which was true.

"Hi honey, what took you so long," Josephine said turning on the light. Claudia's heart stopped as she fell back into the corner of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

"I wanted to see you," she said, placing her hand on Claudia's cheek, to which she didn't recoil. "You left before our session was over. I really think we were starting to break ground."

"You're insane," she said with no real weight behind it.

"Yes," Josephine said, now pacing around the room. "But so are you so that's practically irrelevant. No, what I really want to-

"I'm calling the hospital," Claudia interrupted moving towards the landline

"You can't, well… you could. But you won't.

"And what makes you so sure?"

"I cut the phone line," she said confidently, only to look confused by her own words. "So I guess you couldn't even if you were going to. Anyway, that's beside the point. Sit down let's talk.

"No,"

"Fine stand, if you want," but Claudia sits down anyway, not for any logical reason. "I wanted to ask you about your father," Claudia was surprised, nobody knew about her father, she just didn't talk about it anymore. "Don't look at me like that, I can do research too, which is how I knew I would like you. A woman traumatized by her father at such a young age. I mean call me cliché but I will always fall for a damaged beauty.

"I'm not damaged"

"It's not a bad thing," she said trying and succeeding to sound reassuring. "You just see the world for how it really is… like me" Claudia thought about that for a second.

"What does this have to do with my father."

"It's your father's fault that you are the way you are. You hate him more than anyone else in the world. Like me to that pedo priest… and we know how I handled that.”

"If you want me to kill my father-”

'Yes I know, nature beat us to the punch," she said genuinely disappointed. "But I've got the next best thing, well the next best thing available," she went into the kitchen and wheeled out a man tied to a wheelchair, blood pouring from his eye, from the other he looked at Claudia, his eye pleading for help. "This is Colin, and he beats his wife, believe me, I've seen the bruises. But he doesn't matter. I don't want you to see colin, I want you to see your father," she said placing a Kitchen knife in Claudia's hand, "And what he did to you, all of the pain and all of the anguish, for years. Holding you back, locked inside yourself. Like a bird in a cage. Show him that he can't hurt you anymore, direct all of the pain and the hurt built of for so many years and just let it go, let it-”

She didn't have to say any more as Claudia lunged forward stabbed the knife into Colin's neck, and then again and again. The blood went everywhere, covering her hands and clothes as it gushed out of his severed arteries. But she didn't care, she was flying for the first time in her life, and she wouldn't stop now. Catching her breath, she took a minute to steady herself and realize what she had done. Any normal person would have been horrified but she just couldn't stop smiling. Then her legs gave out and she sat on the floor, her hands shaking.

"Shh, it's okay," she felt Josephine's hands running up the sides of her arms, they stopped shaking. She grabbed the knife from her hand holding her close. "You get to choose the next one okay," she said whispering in her ear, and all she could do was nod. There was no going back for her now, she had crossed that uncrossable line. And she wouldn't have ended it any other way.

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