#and if anyone gives malady shit about his music?

[ramlightly]

Does Malady ever join in the music makin' with Lapis??

Oh he would like to, he loves it when Lapis sings or plays his flute (despite how embarrassing Lapis find it lol). So sometimes Lapis gives him a hand drum with a simply rhythm so the two can play together

#ask #malady #lapis #it's the kind of role you give a little kid who wants to participate #but it makes malady happy so what ever #and if anyone gives malady shit about his music? #well #murder

[mikeo56]

Zayner, who has a PhD from the University of Chicago, worked for NASA researching the terraforming of Mars, and is the inventor of a musical instrument called the Chromocord that creates sound when light reacts with bacteria, was and is one of the world’s leading “biohackers.” He defines the term to mean “constantly pushing the boundaries of science outside traditional environments,” which he certainly did in this case, taking a radical approach to combating longstanding intestinal troubles. In layman’s terms, his plan was to nuke his natural bacteria with antibiotics, and replace them with bacteria from the feces of others.  

“I wanted to see if, by transplanting different bacteria in my body, they would change the way my gastrointestinal system was functioning,” is how he explains it now. “Because, at the time, it wasn't functioning very well.”

On that May, 2016 podcast, neither science reporter Liz Lopatto nor Arielle Duhaime-Ross, who wrote the story for The Verge, had much that was positive to say about either Josiah or his experiment. In fact, in an eerie preview of the anger of self-proclaimed “experts” that would become ubiquitous among pundits after the arrival of Covid-19, they sounded downright furious.

“Extremely dangerous, possibly stupid,” said Lopatto, of Josiah’s gambit.

“In his mind, it made sense to tell people about it, and inspire them to take their health into their own hands,” said Duhaime-Ross. “The risk of copycats is really real with this.”

“This is one of the things that does bug me about biohackers,” agreed a put-out Lopatto. “I don’t want people playing with pathogens in their bedrooms. Like, I’m not interested in that, personally, as a person who lives in this society.”

A less judgmental New York Times later produced a short film about the episode called Gut Hack:

Whether it’s Zayner gulping down a massive antibiotic cocktail in a WU-TANG FOREVER t-shirt, or repeatedly grimacing as he swallows home-crafted feces capsules in a hotel room, the short documentary is a parade of scenes make your eyeballs pop out in shock and amazement, cartoon-style. Zayner, by any measure, is an extraordinarily interesting character. He has a mind almost perfectly engineered against obedience: brilliant, fearless, and not accepting every assumption but checking the validity of each. He alternately bristles at or ignores judgment, seeming to draw inspiration from it in either case. At the end of Gut Hack, we see him standing on a subway platform, shaking his head as he listens to the two Verge journalists denounce him. We hear their audio:

“Not putting your life in danger unnecessarily is pretty basic,” they complain, adding that his experiment was “not even a blip in the scientific radar.”

“There’s a fine line,” Zayner later sighs to the Times, “between being crazy and knowledgeable.” He goes on to talk about growing up poor, and different, in the Midwest. “When you grow up on a farm, you have all this freedom,” he says. “We don’t have any neighbors or anyone to interact with, so we’re used to just doing what we want. And when you get to this environment were people don’t do that, you’re immediately pegged as, you know, a weirdo.”

Some weeks after, he’s shown feeling better, but he wants more than a placebo result. The film ends with him receiving the results of genetic sequencing tests that appear to show his “gut hack” experiment worked. He bursts into tears. The Times reporter asks, “Do you feel vindicated?”

He seems surprised by the question. No, he says, it’s not about that. “It’s one of those things,” he says, “where you’re so moved and impressed by how science works.”

Zayner went on to claim his battle with irritable bowel syndrome had been won, only to be replaced by a new malady. “My physical signs of IBS were gone,” he said recently. “But so was my privacy. This is when the deplatforming began.”

Around the same time Gut Hack was being made, Zayner founded ODIN, which he describes as “a company that sells science and genetic engineering supplies to people so that they can do science experiments in their homes.”

ODIN’s product line, which includes CRISPR gene-editing kits, seems designed to give ordinary people the tools to experience science as Zayner does, almost more as artistic expression than means to any end. He describes his Chromacord, for instance, as “something more purely inspirational, just outside the average notion of what science even is. In a manner of speaking, it was simply magic.” Or, as he said in another interview, “People having access to this technology allows them to do crazy and cool shit.”

Unfortunately, after the notoriety he gained from Gut Hack, bringing the “magic” of genetic engineering to the layperson suddenly proved a little beyond what science-journalism scolds or the faceless executives at tech platforms felt comfortable allowing.

Amazon and Facebook began delisting his products, and Patreon, PayPal, and Square all shut him down in short order. Sometimes he was told why, sometimes he wasn’t. He was forced to move on, and doesn’t want to jinx his relationship with his current payment processor by mentioning their name.

In between, the State of California brought a case against him on the somewhat preposterous charge of practicing medicine without a license. He won, but California state authorities were so peeved that they passed a law appearing to target his company alone, declaring that firms must append their wares with labels announcing “not for self-administration,” if they’re in the business of selling home “gene-therapy kits.”

In a piece called “Don’t Change Your DNA At Home,” the MIT Technology Review noted with amusement that, even if one includes ODIN, “We’re not sure any such kit exists.” The sponsor of the law, Republican State Senator Ling Ling Chang, appeared to think ODIN’s products were a lot more Frankensteinian and terrifying than they are.

“It was really weird,” Josiah says now. “It’d be like, I don’t know, labeling a computer: ‘You shouldn’t eat this computer.’ I mean, obviously.” Regarding ODIN’s home experimentation kits, he adds, “How would you use it on humans? I don’t even understand. I guess somebody crazy enough could just take some of the DNA that we sell and try to inject it into their body, but it wouldn’t even work in humans because it was meant for other organisms.”

Zayner didn’t comply with the law, and instead just moved to Austin, Texas (“Land of the free, home of the brave,” he laughs) and set up shop there. Then Covid-19 arrived, and Zayner’s biohacking got him in trouble again.

In May, 2020, he read a scientific paper that claimed a DNA-based vaccine against Covid-19 had been successfully developed and tested on macaques.

“I was like, ‘Why isn’t anybody working on this or trying this?’ Why don’t I go and order up the same DNA vaccine, have the company produce it for me and actually test it and see if it works on humans?” he said. “It worked on monkeys.”

Zayner followed through on his idea, contracting with a company to make the vaccine described in the paper. Then he and two other scientists/bio-hackers live-streamed the process of injecting themselves with it. He claims they all had antibody responses, but even at the time — his experiment was covered by Bloomberg — he said, “I’m very suspicious of my own data.” Here is how he describes the results, and his thinking, in a recent essay:

I’m hesitant to say it worked because vaccines are complicated and we’d need further testing to confirm our results. But, even if it didn't work, the fact that someone could have designed a vaccine, and contracted a company to manufacture that vaccine in June 2020 for under $5k is fucking profound — and that is what, at the time of releasing our video, I felt people needed to know.

At the time, there was no action taken against him. But just as mRNA vaccines began to be distributed across America and other parts of the world, he abruptly received notice from YouTube that he’d been banned for “severe or repeated violations of our community guidelines.”

#attitude #no masters no slaves #zayner #taibbi

[coolguycoconutchutney]

shrub @meethapaan tagged me in this quarantine 10 song 10 question thing and I can’t sleep so I’ll do it bc I can

10 quarantine songs (this is just going to be randomly pulled from my April 2020 playlist (yes I’m aware it’s not April yet I usually start the next months playlist a few days early so I don’t add a new song to a current months playlist and miss out on it I just overestimated how much of March had passed and I accidentally started it on like the 14th but whatever))

1. Manners - Ashnikko

2. sriracha- bbno$

3. The Blinding ft Travis Scott - Jay Electronica

4. White Ferrari - Frank Ocean

5. Franklin the Flirt - Porches

6. Paper Bag - Miss Fiona Apple

7. Kerosene! - Yves Tumor

8. Hit My Phone ft Kehlani - Megan Thee Stallion

9. Let’s Pretend - Del Water Gap

10. Stressed - UPSAHL

Okay question time

Are you staying home from work/school?

Technically I’m between school and work rn so no but I am staying home.

If you’re staying home, who is with you? 

My parents and my thoughts

Who would be your ideal quarantine mate?

My fwiends or at least maybe someone my age it would be nice to have conversation with someone my age and I’m really bad at initiating phone calls so I don’t ever bother calling my friends rn

Are you a homebody?

This is a good question. The first couple months of this year yes because I was trapped in a cycle of not going anywhere so I can work on my senior project and then I don’t do my senior project so I just sat at home not getting anything done. But like ideally, I like being out and about and seeing things I just (im so sorry) hate the mall so much and window shopping but I just want to sit around and hang out w my friends and do stuff like watch bad media and so ouid oeffects and play games and I also really want to go to the club and be a th*t

An event you were looking forward to that got canceled?

Hee hee hoo hoo a good question. Well. Starting my JOB and MOVING OUT for one. Well. I honestly don’t know the state of my job rn. Because I emailed the recruiter last week and when I looked her up on LinkedIn today she doesn’t even work there anymore and no one told me and so I emailed their offer ops directly today and I’m waiting to hear back from them and I haven’t really heard much from them so I’m so excited for them to say oh haha you were never actually hired actually Hee hee hoo hoo. Also idk if I would have been gone by then but the gayng had tickets to 100 gecs. Also tinos birthday. I just miss my friends dog. Also I was going to meet up w this nice man and watch train to busan. He asked me to go on a run w him yesterday and it would have been fun but you know social distancing :/

What movies have you watched recently?

I have like 0 energy to watch any movies. I like movies and like thinking about them and stuff but I just have 0 available emotional energy to watch them. But I think I last watched he’s just not that into you. And I think the jumanji movies on the plane. And I saw this Malalayalam movie in theaters called varane avashyamund, which pleasantly surprised me in terms of how malayalam movies go.

What shows are you watching?

Nothing really, Tiger King and bits and pieces of Family Karma when my mom watches it. I rewatched season 2 of American Vandal last week it’s a shame it got cancelled it was a genuinely good show, shout out Italian king jaboukie for writing on it

What music are you listening to?

God I don’t really listen to a lot of music rn idk why but a lot of Fiona Apple and Ashnikko. Also I put tik tok songs on my running playlist so that.

What are you reading? 

I just finished 1Q84 and Into the Dreamhouse, and I’m looking for something new to start so if anyone has recs hmu pleaseeeee I think I should start Interpretor of Maladies wams recommended to me in December. Someone also recommended Acheron to me.

What are you doing for self-care? 

Uhhh I’ve been drawing a lot, I’m pretty shit ngl but I’m just practicing to you know, not be shit. I’m actually making terrible 1Q84 fan art rn kms. I’ve also been going on my daily state sanctioned runs and doing my home workouts (shout out miss chloe ting) and jumproping. I’ve been talking to my friends when I can remember. I think I’m going to start this udemy class I got on sale a month ago on front end development so my brain doesn’t completely dissolve

Uhhhh I really dont give a shit if you do it or not I did this because I have insomnia but uhh do this if you want

@cherrybutchh @pocketful-of-mumbles (wams i don’t know why I tag you in things i know you don’t do them I get it but why do I tag u) @queer-assthetic @swiing-tree @scramblelikeanegg @cigaretteinthemouth (hi we never talked before but I see ur @ in my notifications and we’re mutuals so hi if you don’t want to do this it’s really fine)

[thegoodthebadthesickly]

Bad Things Happen Bingo Headache/Migraine-Peter Parker

Cross Posting this from Wattpad because I’m in love with how it turned out!

I copy/pasted, sorry if Tumblr flubbed the formatting!

@badthingshappenbingo

Request- Headache/Migraine

Fandom- MCU *Post End Game, but everyone lives*

Wow this is so long, but I just had way too much fun!

The aura hits him in fourth period,calculus. Peter wondered why migraines didn't have the decency to atleast wait until the end of the school day.

At first, it's just shimmering spots inhis right eye, like a wall reflecting the ripples of a pool. That,Peter can handle. He still has time.

By the end of the period, the tingling starts. Peter is just hopes he can make it through lunch at this point. Any time now. Leaving for lunch, he pulls up the hood of his jacket, hoping to block out as much light as possible. Maybe, just maybe, if he could stop the visuals auras, the migraine would change it's mind.

Peter is walking to the cafeteria,trying to focus on where his feet are going so he doesn't fall over,when Ned comes up behind him.

"Dude! I got the new limited editionIron Man lego set, with the mach 1 suit! My mom said I can stay overtonight and we can work on it, as long as it's okay with May. Ialready told my mom she said yes because May always says yes. What doyou say? Lego Bros? Or, do you have secret spider-man stuff to do?"Ned adds in a whisper.

Peter would be impressed that Ned had gotten all of that out in one breath, if the sudden noise hadn’t made him nauseous. Waiting for Peter to answer, Ned filled the silence, a skill he’d gotten all too good at.

"It's okay if you can't come over today. I bet you have something really cool going on with Mr. Stark. Are you working on a new suit? Are you working on his suit? If I got to touch an Iron Man suit, I think I'd transcend-" Ned rambles, waiting forPeter to respond.

"N-Ned, please, and I mean this in the nicest, most Lego Bro way possible, be quiet." Peter plead,stopping for a moment to lean his head against the wall. He thoughthe might be sick.

"Oh!" Ned mentally kicked himselffor not seeing it sooner. The not talking, the hood pulled up, andnow that Ned really looked at Peter, how pale he was could only meanone thing. Migraine. Peter had gotten them a lot when they were kids,but had grown out of them a lot in the last few years, only getting one every few months, and not getting any at all since the bite.

"I thought the whole Spider-man thingtook care of stuff like that." Ned said, at a much more manageablevolume this time.

"I thought it did too, but I guessthere are some things radioactive spider bites just don't account for." Peter said, stepping into line for lunch.

The spots in his vision are gettinglarger. Peter has to basically shift all of the weight off of hisleft side when the tingling gets so bad that he almost drops histray. He definitely wasn't going to make it to the end of lunch.

He and Ned find the table farthest awayfrom the crowd of chattering students, which is subsequently also thetable that Michelle has chosen. She looks up from her book just longenough to nod towards Ned and flip Peter off, but does a double takewhen she sees Peter. Usually when she sees Peter and Ned together,they're in the middle of geeking out over something, or talkingabout some big brain science stuff that she doesn't even try tofollow, her areas are math and literature. Something's wrong withPeter. Michelle looks him up and down, no babbling about nerd stuffor science stuff, no talking at all actually.

"What's wrong with him?" Michellenods her head towards Peter, who sits down and immediately pushes histray away to put his head on the table.

"Migraine." Ned quietly explains.

"I didn't know you got migraines." Michelle admits, there isn't much she doesn't know about anybody.

"The power of knowledge." Peter'smuffled groan comes from under his hood.

"Why haven't you gone home?"Michelle raised an eyebrow, making an effort to keep her voice at least a little quiet.

"I thought I had time." Peter moans.

"What?"

"I thought-" Peter starts again,cut off by something that sounds suspiciously like gagging.

"He got them a lot as a kid and used to be able to time them, and their symptoms, down to the minute."Ned explained once again, eyeing Peter and wondering if he was going to have to dive for the trash can. "Kind of like a super power."

"That is the worst super power I've ever heard of."

"Tell me about it." Peter deadpans.

"Why not just go to the nurse now? You've already been here for half of the day. You won't be countedabsent." Michelle pointed out.

Peter looked up at Michelle with dead eyes. Odd zigzags and shapes danced in front of his eyes.

"Do you want me to help you?" Ned asked.

Michelle almost offers to help, but that's really not how hers and Peter's friendship works, less caring words and offering to help him to the nurses office, more sarcastic words and shit talking each other. He would just think it was weird.

Peter weighs his options, he could wait to see if things improve, yeah he felt bad, but the migraine hadn't actually hit yet. If he went home now, there's no way May would let him out to patrol tonight. Secondly, the less desirable option, admit defeat. Even if he'd lost his touch, Peter knew that the migraine was on it's way, and it was probably going to be a big one. He could save himself some misery now by just going home.

Peter groans and lifts his head, uncharacteristically heavy now, and looks at Ned.

"I do have one problem with this scenario." Peter says.

"Peter, you can't st-" Ned starts, figuring Peter only wants to stay so he can do super hero stuff tonight. If he went home, there's no way May would let him out tonight.

"I'm not sure how well my legs work right now, basically my entire left side is numb."

"Is that normal?" Michelle asks, actual concern seeping into her tone.

"Sometimes." Peter shrugs, leaving out the part where he only goes numb if it's a particularly bad migraine. This was going to put him out of commission for the next two days.

Ned, not one to back down from protecting his friends, stood up and marched around the side of the table to Peter.

"Come on." Ned beckoned, moving closer so Peter could grab his arm for stability.

Peter took a steadying breath before grabbing Ned's arm and hauling himself up. The effort of standing had evidently only made things worse. Now, to accompany the ripples and sparks in his vision, the numbness and the tingling, there was a low ringing in Peter's ears and pain coming from somewhere around his neck, like somebody had been giving him a deep tissue massage a little to enthusiastically. Peter trips over his own feet as he maneuvers around to face the door.

"Woah" Ned catches Peter before he can fall on his face.

If Michelle hadn't been worried about Peter, she might have laughed at the sight.

"Ugh" Peter grunts, righting himself.

"Yeah, you need to go home, like, now." Ned observes.

Slowly, Peter and Ned make it out of the cafeteria. By the time they make it back into the main building with the nurses office, Peter can definitely feel the headache starting.

"I need a sec." Peter says, stopping to lean against Ned as a wave of nausea rolls over him.

"Are you gonna be sick? You're really pale." Ned asks, wondering for the second time if he'd need to dive for a trashcan.

"No. No. Keep going." Peter mumbles, his tone breathy. God, everything hurts. A feeling of "ick" had settled into Peter's bones, like he had the flu.

"Almost there, buddy. You good?" Ned asks softly.

"Good." Peter practically whispers.

Nurse Penny is all too surprised to see Ned Leeds practically carrying Peter Parker into her office. She's having lunch, a vegan macaroni and cheese, when Ned deposits Peter on the couch. Now, Peter Parker used to be a repeat offender in her office, but she hadn't seen him for months. In fact, he had stopped coming around for his inhaler and various other maladies right around the time that Spider-Man showed up in the city, but that was none of her business.

"Mr. Parker, Mr. Leeds." She greets the boys. "What can I do for you today?"

"Peter has a migraine." Ned says, knowing he doesn't have to explain anymore than that to Nurse Penny.

"Would you like me to call your aunt, Peter?" Penny acknowledges the pale boy on the bed, leaning his head against the wall and generally looking like death warmed over.

"Y-yeah." Peter tries to sound as dignified as possible, and then remembers that May left on a trip to see a cousin this morning. She'd offered to take Peter, but he needed to be available to the Avengers. May had softly lectured him about how he was still a kid and how he should at least take her time away to throw a party.

"Wait, she-she's out of town. She left this-this morning." Peter says. He could barely see anything for the rippling in his vision and the pain dial was slowly being turned up to twenty.

"Oh. Is there anyone else I can call?" Penny asks, looking at the approved caretakers. May Parker, Ben Parker, Tony Stark...Tony Stark?! Penny is sure she read that wrong. Someone must have put that down as a joke.

"Tony Stark." Ned offers.

So it wasn't a joke?

"Peter is an intern at Stark Industries. Mr. Stark wouldn't mind taking him home."

"N-no. I don't want to bother Mr. Stark. I can just wait it out." Peter says weakly.

Pursing her lips, Penny wonders what to do. She looks at Peter, who is getting paler by the minute, and at Ned, who just nods cryptically.

Still unable to believe that she's actually about to talk to Tony Stark on the phone, Penny picks up the phone and dials the number listed.

One ring. Two rings. Click.

"Tony Stark's phone. Pepper Potts speaking." Pepper answers, she hadn't said those words in a long time, but Tony was in the workshop blasting music and hadn't heard his phone ringing. She got up from the couch where she had been watching movies with Morgan, before she had gotten bored and left to see what Tony was doing in the workshop.

"Hi, I'm calling for Tony Stark. I'm the nurse at Midtown High and I'm here with Peter Parker. He has a migraine and needs to be picked up from school." Penny explains.

"Oh, poor thing. I'll let Tony know. Someone will be there shortly." Pepper says before hanging up, she can definitely empathize with Peter, having struggled with migraines for years.

"O-okay." Penny says, surprised. She wonders if Tony Stark himself will be showing up to retrieve the sick Peter Parker from school. Tony stark, with that hair, and that face, and that-Penny cuts her thoughts off.

Pepper takes the elevator down to the workshop, AC/DC getting louder all the way. When she steps out, the site that greets her is one she's seen all too often. Tony and Morgan are leaned over a machine with welding helmets on. Sparks are flying everywhere. Pepper tries to stand back, she already owns enough clothing with burn marks.

"Friday, can you pause the music?" Pepper says, knowing that she doesn't have to raise her voice for the AI to hear her.

"Sure thing, Boss Lady." Friday says happily.

The music stops abruptly. Tony and Morgan stop what they were doing and Pepper walks over to them, no longer in danger of ruined clothing.

"Tony, what have I told you about letting our child use your tools?" Pepper crosses her arms, seeing where sparks have burned little holes in Morgan's new shirt.

"I should always have her wear something over her clothes." Tony says sheepishly.

"You may be one of the wealthiest men alive, but you won't be that way for long if I have to keep replacing clothes as soon as I buy them. Also, Peter's school called. He's sick and they need someone to pick him up. I could have Happy-"

"What's the kid gotten himself into now?" Tony asks, trying not to sound as worried as he is, already taking off his welding gear. For a super hero, Peter Parker seemed to have more of a knack for getting himself into trouble than out of it.

"The nurse said he has a migraine. I didn't know he got migraines." Pepper admits.

"Me neither. I'll go get him. No need to call Happy, he's with his mom today." Tony doesn't want to admit that he struggles to trust anybody, even one of his best friends, with Peter's well being after the events of the past few years.

"Morgan, why don't you go upstairs and watch movies with mommy?" Tony picks up Morgan, placing her on his hip.

"Can I go with you and see Peter?" Morgan asks excitedly.

"No, not today. I don't think Peter feels too good." Tony explains as he removes the welding helmet.

"I can make him feel better." Morgan protests as Tony hands her over to Pepper.

"Why don't we go make up the guest room for Peter? I bet he's really tired." Pepper tucks a piece of hair behind Morgan's ear.

"He can borrow my Aunt Carol doll!" Morgan offered, referring to the Captain Marvel plush doll that Tony had gotten her for her birthday.

"That sounds perfect." Pepper said excitedly.

Pepper and Tony say in unison.

Tony gives Pepper a kiss and ruffles Morgan's hair before they head back upstairs and he leaves to retrieve Peter.

A Tesla pulling up outside Midtown high in the middle of the day was a weird enough occurrence, but when Tony Stark himself steps out of the Tesla, that's when things get interesting.

Tony thought lunch must have just let out by how many students were around to witness his arrival. He expertly wades through the sea of teenagers pulling out their phones and walks into the main building. He pulls to a stop at the reception desk.

"Hi, Tony Stark here to pick up Peter Parker." He says, taking off his sunglasses and hooking them to his shirt.

The secretary stammered for a moment before sputtering "Nurses office. Down the hall on the left."

"Thanks." Tony smiles.

He follows the secretary's directions and ends up at a door marked with a large red and white wreath reading "Nurse Penny". Tony knocks.

Nurse Penny, Tony assumes, opens the door and isn't quite quick enough with her expression to hide the look of surprise on her face to be opening her door to Tony Stark.

"Hi. I'm here for Peter." Tony looks into the room, the lights are dimmed and he has to strain his eyes to see inside. Once his eyes adjust, he sees Peter and his friend (Neville? Nehemiah?) sitting on the cot in the corner. On sight, Peter looks like death, and that's saying something. He's leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

"This seems to be a particularly bad episode." Penny explains quietly. "He's become very sensitive to light and sound."

"May I?" Tony asked, stepping into the room.

"Of course." Penny side stepped.

Peter didn't react as Tony knelt in front of him.

Pete? Peter?"

Peter opened his eyes a sliver.

"Mr. Stark?" He mumbled.

"Yeah. It's me bud. I'm gonna take you home, okay?"

"M'head hur's" Peter whines.

"I know it does." Tony said, turning to Penny. "Were you able to give him anything?"

"I'm allowed to give him Excedrin, but I'm not sure how much that helped."

"Thank you, and thank you, Nathaniel." Tony turned back to Ned.

"I-it's Ned, actually, but I've been-I've been thinking of changing it." Ned stammers.

"Are you good to walk?" Tony surveyed Peter.

"Y-yeah." Peter whined. It felt like someone was driving an ice pick through his temple. He wished people would stop making so much noise.

"Let's get you up." Tony stands and holds a hand out to Peter.

Peter blearily opens his eyes and is met with Tony stark staring at him with his signature "worried dad" expression.

After a few attempts, Peter is leaning on Tony's shoulder, Tony's arm in a protective grip around his waist.

Now for the hard part.

"Hey Pete? I'm gonna open the door. It's probably really bright and loud." Tony says sympathetically, then he has an idea. "Here, put your hood up and put these on." Tony hands Peter his sunglasses, hopefully the absence of light would help make the short journey bearable.

Peter fumbled with the glasses for a moment before putting them on and once again pulling up the hood of his jacket, his vision was still blurry and he was only just starting to get feeling back in his hand.

"Ready?"

Peter mumbled something that Tony couldn't catch, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little freaked out by how despondent the kid was.

Tony opened the door and he and Peter set off. The teachers must have made the students go to class, not wanting to make a spectacle of Peter. Tony wasn't usually grateful for a lack of people looking at him, unless he had Morgan, but this time was an exception. He was glad he didn't have to wade through a crowd of people. With Ned following close behind, Tony and Peter slowly made their way to his car.

Once inside the car, Peter curled in on himself, trying to shut out as much sensory information as possible. Why did it hurt so much?

"Feel better man." Ned whispered sympathetically, trying not to breathe on Tony Stark's Tesla, before going back into the building with Nurse Penny.

Peter mumbled something unintelligible.

Tony closed the passenger side door as softly as possible and quickly walked around to the drivers side. Then they were off.

God, it's so bright. Peter thought. Everything hurt. Thinking hurt. Ow.

Peter thought the Excedrin that Nurse Penny gave him must have taken effect, because the pain, while it definitely not gone, felt slightly muted somehow.

"Pete? We're home." Tony's voice sounded far away behind the ringing in Peter's ears.

Peter looked up at Tony through the glasses. This wasn't his apartment?

"Mr. Stark, thi-this isn't my house." Peter mumbled quietly.

"Is there anybody at your house to take care of you?" Tony asked, already knowing the answer.

"No."

"That's what I thought you were going to say. I'll be happy to let you go home once you're feeling better, but I refuse to let you be by yourself in this condition."

"I'll be fi-"

"No. Nope. I don't even want to hear the word fine right now. You look half dead, Pete, and if you feel half as bad as you look, you definitely don't need to be alone. You'll stay with until you feel better, or your aunt gets back."

"How'd you know 'bout that?"

"Do I really need to answer that?" Tony asks, not expecting an answer. "Now, What do you say we get you inside, Pepper and Morgan made up the guest room for you." Tony smiled softly.

"Mmph" Peter grunted in agreement. Ow.

Peter looked up and Tony wasn't beside him anymore. The door opened behind Peter and then there was a hand on his shoulder.

"You ready?" Tony voice asked.

Peter tried to turn himself to face Tony. Everything was so bright. He could barely see.

Tony didn't wait for Peter to say yes. He pulled Peter into a sitting position as gently as possible, putting his hand on his back as he guided him out of the car.

"Ow" Peter muttered.

"I know it hurts. I'm sorry." Tony said ruefully.

Peter wanted to tell Tony to stop, the pain in his head was blinding, making him beyond nauseous.

"S-stop I'm-" Peter cried as he gagged, tears rolling down his face. His head was splitting open. He couldn't take the pain.

Tony fought the urge to step back, which would have definitely ended with Peter on the ground, as Peter vomited onto his shoes.

"I'm s-sorry, I'm s-so sorry." Peter cried, hiccuping.

If it hadn't already, Tony Stark's heart officially shattered. He felt so helpless, he just wanted his kid to feel better. His kid? Tony backtracked, he would have to unpack that later. He stopped and let Peter lean against the car.

"Hey, shh. It's okay. I can get new shoes." Tony reassured Peter, rubbing the kid's back and searching his pockets for anything to wipe the vomit and spit on Peter's face, the kid should at least have a little dignity. Aha! Tony pulled out a handkerchief that he never used, Jarvis, the original, had told him that a real gentleman always carried a handkerchief. He gently wiped the mess off of Peter's face and then, folding it up, tried to wipe away the tears.

"It h-hur's T-Tony." Peter moaned.

"I know, honey. Are you ready to go inside? Do you feel like you'll be sick again?"

Peter shook his head the tiniest bit, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Alright, take two." Tony once again wrapped an arm around Peter's waist and slowly pulled him into a standing position.

Slowly, the two made it inside. Thankfully, someone had turned out all the lights. Peter opened his eyes a little. Morgan and Pepper were at the door to greet them. Morgan, usually over the moon to see Peter, was silent. Pepper must have told her about Peter's condition.

Not one to ever ignore Morgan, Peter waved. Morgan waved back, remaining a safe distance away.

Pepper squatted and whispered something to Morgan and then they were gone. Tony and Peter worked their way up the stairs to the guest bedroom slowly.

After what seemed like an eternity, Peter was no longer upright. There was a pulling sensation at his feet. He opened his eyes a crack, thank you black out curtains, and sat up on his elbow and saw Tony untying the laces of his shoes and taking them off.

"You don't need to do that."

"Did you want to sleep in your shoes?" Tony asked sarcastically.

The pressure of holding himself up was too much. Peter could feel nausea creeping up again. He lay back down with a huff.

"I think I've got some old pajamas around here somewhere." Tony rubbed his neck as he put Peter's shoes by the door.

"I'm-"

"Peter Benjamin Parker, if you were about to say "I'm fine", so help me God." Tony lectured quietly.

Peter turned on to his side and faced Tony.

"It's just-" Peter squeezed his eyes shut again. OW. "I don't know how helpful I'll be at something like pajamas right now."

"Pete, I wrestle a six year old into clothing everyday. A seventeen year old can't be that different." Tony chuckled softly.

Peter's blushed, even more noticeable because of how pale he was, but he didn't protest.

Tony left and went to his and Pepper's room, trying to find the softest pair of pajamas he owned. He finally settled on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

Tony walked back to the guest room. Peter hadn't moved. Tony hoped he may have fallen asleep. No such luck, Peter's face was scrunched up in pain.

"Pete?"

Peter opened his eyes, his face scrunching up in pain.

"I got you some more comfortable clothes, but I'm gonna need you to work with me."

As it turns out, undressing and dressing a near comatose teenager was different from dressing his fully coherent six year old. The removal was the easy part, but getting Peter back into clothing, that was going to be a challenge.

Tony started with the shirt. He carefully gathered the shirt and pulled the neck over Peter's head. Then came the arms. In his defense, Peter did try his best to help, but had pretty much lost all meaningful coordination and was basically the equivalent of a rag doll. At last, Tony pulled the shirt down over Peter's stomach.

The pants. The pants were more awkward than difficult. Being up close and personal with Peter's, ahem area, was not something Tony had fully thought through. Finally, he was able to pull the pants up around Peter's waist. He pulled the comforter up around the kid, who immediately curled up into a tight ball.

"Pete?" Tony sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Mmm?"

"Can I get you anything?"

"No" Peter said softly.

"Feel better, kid. Pepper and I are right downstairs if you need us." Tony stood up, gave Peter a once over and then left the room, quietly closing the door.

Peter didn't so much sleep as just doze for the next few hours, the pain didn't get any worse, but it didn't get any better either, and he couldn't ever make it all the way to sleep. Somehow though, his body must have given up, because when Peter woke up he could see a sliver of pinkish early morning light peaking through the curtains.

The migraine was gone, or at least the headache was gone. Peter still felt gross, like he was just getting over the flu.

Peter wondered how long he'd slept, migraines always left him disoriented. He tested each of his extremities, starting at his toes. He felt and groggy, all symptoms pointing to having slept way longer than his body was used to. He sat up slowly, knowing that vertigo would probably make him sick again if he moved to quickly.

Oh no. Peter cringed. He vaguely remembered something about throwing up on Tony's shoes and, yep, he wasn't wearing his own clothing, so the memory of Tony having to dress him was real too. Peter cringed even harder, if possible and worked to tuck both of those memories into the Do Not Read filing cabinet in his brain.

With his eyes adjusting to the darkened room, Peter saw a cup of something, probably Pepper's chamomile tea sitting on the bed side table. Peter reached out, it was still warm, he smiled. Next to it, there was a piece of paper. It was a get well card from Morgan. Peter smiled warmly.

After emptying his screaming bladder and drinking Pepper's tea, Peter walked down to the workshop, where he knew Tony would be, because the thought of Tony having a normal sleep schedule was laughable.

Sure enough, Tony was looking at a wall of holograms when Peter walked in.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter called.

"Oh shi-Pete! You scared me!" Tony jumped.

"What are you working on?" Peter laughed.

"A kid I know, Harley, has a tech startup and he asked me to have a look at some of the products." Tony smiled, running his hands through his hair. "How are you?"

"I'm good actually. Still not 100% if we're being honest, but better than, how long ago was that?"

"About 30ish hours." Tony provided.

"Woah." Peter didn't think he'd been out that long. "Can I help?" He asked, suddenly itching to do something besides sleep.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Tony asked.

"I just rested for 30 hours." Peter shot back.

"True. I guess having you here is better than out there, getting yourself hurt." Tony admitted.

"Why? Is something happening? Do they need me?" Peter asked, on high alert.

"Kid, calm down. Everything is fine. I wouldn't be here if it weren't. Now, sit down and let me show you this kid's stuff." Tony patted a chair beside him.

Peter took a breath and sat down. He had to admit, Harley's designs were pretty cool.

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SHECK WES - MO BAMBA [7.33] Meeting our CAPITAL LETTERS quota for the month...

Maxwell Cavaseno: Praise in the media for Sheck Wes' "Mo Bamba" typically revolves around the surprise rise of a viral sensation from grassroots origins, like the kid ain't signed by Travis Scott. What makes this irritating is that it ignores just how effective it is, despite being an anomaly amid the SoundCloud rap scene it gets tacked with. 16yrold & Take A Daytrip's production is perfect in its seemingly minimal but layered catchiness, with ugly basslines and endless hypnotic loops firing off. Meanwhile, Sheck's droning delivery bores and sweeps over the track in such an easily repetitive *beat drop and flow switch occurs* SHIT! LISTEN TO THAT RECORD! THE SHIT BANGS, SLAPS, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO SAY ABOUT IT. THE DAMN BEAT SOUNDING LIKE THE COLDEST ICE-CREAM MAN MELODY OUT THERE. IT'S A HIT!!! [9]

Taylor Alatorre: This... goes "hard," I guess? It fulfills the minimum requirements for a song to qualify as going hard, which is itself the minimum requirement for a viral rap hit in 2018. Sheck Wes exists near the absolute midpoint of the genre's current formation, sounding a bit like Keef, a bit like Makonnen, and a bit like someone who missed the A$AP Mob cut. He wisely interrupts the Gregorian chant-style flow halfway through in order to borrow some of Bone Crusher's "Never Scared" energy, but rousing ad-libs are no substitute for dynamic writing. [5]

Crystal Leww: I saw Sheck Wes at the beginning of the summer when he played MoMA PS1's Warmup series. He played "Mo Bamba" three times. It went off every single time. I've since heard "Mo Bamba" on what feels like every single dance floor that was tangentially hip-hop related, and honestly, it goes off every time! I'm still astounded that "Mo Bamba" is all build with no cathartic release, but I can't fight with the energy that this brings to a room. [8]

Julian Axelrod: Daytrip and 16yrold's sinister ice cream truck beat is a work of genius, and its booming creep turns Sheck Wes's wails into the anguished cries of a horror movie villain. His voice is fascinating -- a full-body moan that practically doubles over on itself -- but beyond his mid-song rap tantrum, I don't really get a sense of what Sheck Wes brings to the table. "Mo Bamba" feels like the shot of Jason Voorhees rising from the lake at the end of Friday the 13th: an unsettling, tantalizing promise of the horrors yet to come. [6]

Jonathan Bradley: Sheck Wes moans sickeningly over murky music-box production; he sounds like a zombie Waka Flocka Flame reanimated for the mumble rap age. The unpleasant lurches through which he leads his voice are transfixing, defying the regulated bounds of meter; check how he forces a line break into "you fuck a/...round-and-get poled" as if he had never heard the words he was saying until the moment they left his mouth. Cracking and lowing, his pronunciation ultimately falters until the beat gets away from him entirely. Then, with a run of exhortative expletives ("Fuck! Shit! Bitch! Huh!") he revitalizes himself with new assurance and new precision, casting the preceding distemper in retrospect as ghoulish theater, a masquerade of malady. It's craft that tears apart the basic elements of rap, not to reconstruct it, but to abandon it as waste. [8]

Ashley John: "Mo Bamba" is a masterpiece of negative space. Sheck Wes gives the track the room to unfurl, to expand and contract without adhering to a strict beat or structure. The second "bamba" is what really kills me. It sounds like Sheck Wes spitting a sour taste from his mouth, then followed by a bratty string of "fuck, shit, bitch!" -- an artful encapsulation of the blunt boredom of young angst, feeling like you know everything but where your next thought is going to bring you. [10]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: While its producers pointed to their music theory backing to defend "Mo Bamba" and its lurching carousel of a beat to certain EDM producers, the song itself relies more on Sheck Wes' charisma and sheer force of will than Take A Daytrip's admittedly well-crafted production. Unfortunately, Sheck spends the first half stuck in a dully menacing mood, sapping the track's energy until a sudden halt in the music lets him shift into a higher state. From that point on, "Mo Bamba" is an instant pop classic, Sheck stomping around the track with absolute, energized control. It's just a shame that the track muddles its way there. [6]

Tobi Tella: I don't care what anyone else says: this is simultaneously incredibly stupid and incredibly amazing. This feels much more organic than the millions of other lazy SoundCloud rap songs floating around the top 50, and also gave me "fuck, shit, bitch!", so I'm firmly supporting this. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: There's more power in a single Sheck Wes "BITCH!" than in all of 6ix9ine's ugly, incessant howling. Between these two NYC natives, it's Sheck Wes's minimal approach to abrasion that has longevity; his songs linger in my brain far beyond any in-the-moment thrill. That doesn't necessarily mean it's better, but in the case of sleeper hit "Mo Bamba," it absolutely does. The post-Chief Keef moaning pressure cooks the tension until popping off with a "FUCK! SHIT! BITCH!" to announce his new flow. This sequence isn't significantly different from the rest of the song, but it feels invigorating because of how well Sheck Wes commands attention. Recorded in a single take with some ad-libs thrown in after, "Mo Bamba" makes a case that less can be a whole lot more. Or more precisely, MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEE. [7]

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