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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 2 months

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tuesday again 2/27/2024

this is the longest ive ever been unemployed and media is only doing so much to beat back the horrors. so let’s talk about the media instead of the horrors

listening

Come Up For Air by We The Commas, off i think one of the autogenerated spotify indie mixes?

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sort of a rollicking modern little surf rock thing, they describe themselves as "surf and alternate rhythm and blue" which is pretty bang on imo. they're all brothers (their last name genuinely is Comma, which i salute as a fellow weird last name haver), and cite john mayer (i don't really hear it) and the beach boys (yes i hear this very much) as some of their influences. a song i had on loop for an entire forty minute drive and did not get tired of. spotify

reading

three books that MUST go back to the library tomorrow bc their autorenew is up and i was emotionally unable to get a library card without tooling around and getting a stack of books a month ago.

thank you philip.

i really only liked the Carmilla adaptation by Amy Chu, bc it really gets at what i didn't realize was the heart of the original 1872 lesbian vampire novella: a toxic gay housing situation you have fallen into and can't get out of bc your area is so so so expensive and housing is so so so tenuous. i have read the original but not in a while, this is an excellent modern adaptation centering around a nyc social worker in the late seventies that presupposes no knowledge and intertwines the original novella in the form of a stolen rare book. (nonconsecutive pages)

i don't have much to say about the DC young adult comic about the circus career of one of the Robins (Dick Grayson). i didn't love the loose artstyle and am not in its intended age range plus it had a bit too much therapyspeak, but it did have a clever use of a very limited color palette.

let's yank the amazon description for the detective novel, which i grabbed bc it vaguely pinged something in my brain about one of the fallout 4 sidequests and i've picked books up for worse reasons (SPOILERS):

Jacob Rigolet, a soon-to-be former assistant to a wealthy art collector, looks up from his seat at an auction—his mother, former head librarian at the Halifax Free Library, is walking almost casually up the aisle. Before a stunned audience, she flings an open jar of black ink at master photographer Robert Capa’s “Death on a Leipzig Balcony.” Jacob’s police detective fiancée, Martha Crauchet, is assigned to the ensuing interrogation.

i simply fucking hated this authorial style and tone and ditched it two chapters in. i don’t currently have the patience for reading about a clinically insane mother and hate crimes against Jewish people. despite the fairly dark premise, the first two chapters veer into cozy mystery with very short sentences, which do not a noir make. now, it does not advertise itself as noir or neo-noir, but as an homage to noir. it is for me unbearably smug. in my most unkind heart of hearts i want to say it's like if wes anderson tried to make a noir. this is a book that wants you to know it has read other noirs. yes thank you ive read several others, that’s why im reading this one, stop reminding me of better books i could be reading.

there's some weird descriptions of womens' bodies in here. chandler (my beloved) is certainly guilty of this as well, but he lavishes a sort of equal opportunity eye on the men in his mysteries. cf the infamous daniel lavery description.

when i read a chandler description of someone’s physical appearance there’s a fruity bisexual aftertaste in my mouth. Howard Norman, below, saying a woman takes great care of herself puts my hackles up. i understand the difference between an author and a character believing something and i don’t want to read a book where either the author or the character have this sort of pitying condescension towards a woman’s body. im feeling extremely terrible about my own body right now due to the various maladies, and another sort of breaking point for me is when an author repeatedly describes "naked breasts" (exact wording) pressing against someone's torso. it feels so juvenile. that's the sexiest thing you can possibly think of??? that's the sexiest way you can think of to describe an early mornign moment of intimacy???? augh i read the NYT review and it gets worse.

shut the FUCK up. i left my apartment at 1130 PM to go put this book in my CAR. i don't want it in my HOUSE.

watching

Bullitt (1968, dir. Yates, free on Tubi). the baddie in this is Robert Vaughn (who i know from cowboys), a guy i fucking love to see. i can take or leave Steve McQueen but he does such a killer job parallel parking in this movie and i wish all driving movies made their leads parallel park. shockingly realistic hospital, morgue, and police work scenes, apparently was one of the big films to popularize blood squibs. also love to see a haunted man splash water on his face and stare into a mirror.

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if you asked me how long the famous car chase was i would have said like 2:30? substantial but snappy. no!!! eleven minutes!! (video a bit trimmed). also a rare movie that makes a foot chase through an airport as exciting as that eleven minute car chase!!!

the mob dodging plot was a little hard to follow, but i was operating on like four hours of sleep and a rum and coke. this has got to be a tremendous movie to watch when you’re home and sick on the couch huddled under a blanket. i mean this as a compliment, as someone who watches Escape from New York whenever i feel very sick

playing

really wanted to get to 69 shrines before writing this post and finally did it. all the little divine beasts walking along the loading screen are SO cute i've never gotten all four before

all the divine beasts are unlocked and the champions laid to rest! im feeling some type of way emotionally speaking about all of them telling link IMMEDIATELY that it wasn't his or zelda's fault they died

rudania has the worst boarding mission (in order of ones i most enjoyed it's camel [SO fast and SO fun], bird [lots of time to think and plan and aim], elephant [did not make me do a tedious stealth mission but i am bad at locking on to rapidly moving things behind me, much like in real life], and lizard. the lizard stealth mission is simply unpleasant). however, my brain really clicked with the puzzles in rudania: i had to consult a walkthrough once for an optional chest. in order of interior beast puzzle enjoyment for me it's lizard, bird, elephant, and camel. really got stuck for a long time on the waterwheels with the elephant before consulting a walkthrough.

the yiga clan stealth mission was not as hard as i thought it would be. i don't know why i put that off for two real life weeks but i will not learn my lesson and i will never improve. this boss battle was just silly.

the vah naboris interior puzzles were not fun. idk what it was about them or my brain that made me have such a bad time, but i spammed revali's gale and skipped a lot of chests bc i was not having fun. this is why god invented the walkthrough but sometimes. shit is just too fiddly.

i did succeed on the thunder ganon boss battle first try, but i came in with extra hearts from mipha's grace, used another mipha's grace in the fight, went through five fairies and seven hearty simmered fruits that were 5x durians (which gives you 20 extra hearts or some shit). fucking nightmare. i was stuck on one hit left on ganon for like five minutes bc he got stuck in the very fast flurry attack cycle. unpleasant. deeply grateful it only made me smack him with the magnesis pillar once bc that was also really fiddly with my poor reaction time + poor fine motor skills + previously mentioned ancient controller with some drift. in order of boss battle enjoyment i think it's lizard (made me think and kept me on my toes a little but i did have to look up how to break the shield), elephant (you can just kind of tank it), bird (same), and camel (extremely not fun).

this was WITH a fully upgraded gimp suit btw. that shit (ganon) just hits hard.

shrine shenanigans:

crowned beast very fun, i have one or two of kass' songs left and then i hope i get to see him back in rito village with his family??? a little nervous bc i went right to the jungle spring without hearing his song first so idk if that will. count??? or softlock me.

the MOUNDS of failed cooking attempts around this shrine on the grasslands side of the gerudo barrier mountains were SO funny.

unlocked all the spring shrines. what a fun mission. what a fun climb.

went to my FAVORITE shrine!!! going into what you think will be a normal cave and discovering it is DEEP with a BIG WHALE INSIDE is top three video game whale moments (the other two are diving with the whales in ABZU and meeting the last whale in the first dishonored).

other bits and bobs:

eggman rocks???

this quest was really cute and i wish there was a corresponding quest for the guy hanging around the broken heart pond, but it always makes me laugh whenever a dragon shows up in the background of a screenshot. a really great touching moment but watch out for the elemental orbs rapidly approaching us

also made me chortle. get it together barta.

i wish the helm was upgradable but i think making me kill a molduga in order to borrow it is a pretty fair trade actually.

making

i originally had a really long thing here about litterbox trials and tribulations but i have decided to spare you all. you're welcome.

many balcony improvements, including putting up trellises and installing bird spikes to hopefully keep a very persistent orange tom off my balcony and away from my girls.

there are a goofy number of obstacles in the way of me making a proper planting diagram (sketchbooks buried deep in closet. flung the seeds in a box on a shelf i need to find my stepstool for. can't find pencil sharpener) so for the second week in a row that's not happening. however, sprouts.

baby italian lettuce blend

bush beans in the front and cucumbers + sweet peas in the back.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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infinity-sansa · 3 years

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DC, are you trying to tell me something?

Because if it's just to win me over again, let me tell you, you absolutely succeeded. 🏳️‍🌈💖

#my bisexual heart is beating again for DC #you can have all my money!#AND my fanfictions!#❤️❤️❤️#dc comics #aqualad #red robin #superman #lgbtq #lgbtq positivity #comics #bisexuality #aquaman #batman #tim drake #kaldur'ahm #jon kent #dc

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lily-s-world · 2 years

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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Baby Blue Eyes

(I wanted to write something cute cause I’m sleepy-ish and I Desire Soft Things. 80′s high school au, quarterback!Geralt and prep!Jaskier)

tw: alcohol mention, underage drinking (don’t do it kids)

Baby Blue Eyes - A Rocket to the Moon

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Geralt sighs and and stares up at his bedroom ceiling; he can’t get his stupidly cute new neighbor out of his head.

The Pankratz family (which consists of two parents, a sixteen year old boy, and a senile grandmother) had moved in next door yesterday and the boy had decided to choose the room directly across from Geralt’s as his own. Not the slightly larger room at the back of the house across from Lambert’s (which Geralt learned he’d kindly given to his grandmother). Not the carpeted one downstairs across from Eskel’s (whenever Eskel was home from college).

No, he’d gone for the one closest to Geralt’s. Of course.

Not that the boy had known it was so close to his when choosing, of course. The quarterback couldn’t blame the underclassman completely. It’s not like Julian, who had glared his Mom down for introducing him by his lame name and corrected her with ‘Jaskier’, knew that Geralt was bisexual as fuck.

It’s not like Jaskier knew that Geralt had developed an instantaneous and irrational crush on him.

Geralt sighs again and rolls onto his side, looking out through the crack in his curtains and into Jaskier’s equally dark bedroom. He closes his eyes and prays for sleep to take him sooner rather than later.

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“Geralt!”

He shouldn’t be here. He’s too young for parties like this. Fuck, I’m too young for parties like this and he’s practically a baby in comparison to me. Geralt pulls Jaskier free from the crowd and escorts him out onto the front porch of the house where the kegger is being held.

“You’re drunk.”

Not an accusation, just a statement of fact. The younger man glares defiantly up at him and Geralt feels his gut fill with warmth; fuck, he’s cute.

“I’m not drunk, dear heart, I’m tipsy,” Jaskier corrects him. One of those long, slender musician’s fingers is poking Geralt in the chest as he speaks. Then the younger man’s eyes widen and his hand flattens against the quarterback’s pectoral. Geralt flushes but Jaskier seems completely unperturbed by his own strange behavior (probably due to whatever he’s been drinking or smoking). “Wow. You’re...firm. Very strong feeling.”

“Football does that.”

“Oh right. You’re the team captain.”

“Mhm.”

Jaskier looks up at him with wide, baby blue eyes and gives him a dopey grin. Geralt’s heart pounds a little faster in his chest and he tries not to let his feelings show on his face. The younger man speaks again, slurring his words slightly as he does; “Wow, Geralt, I can’t believe I haven’t told you you’re so pretty, yet. I think about it all the time, you know. How pretty you are. White hair, honey-colored eyes, such broad and heroic shoulders...fuck me, you’re hot.”

“Let’s get you some water and get you home, yeah? I don’t want you throwing up on Casey Slaterman’s front porch tonight, Jask.”

Jaskier looks around the slowly dying party and nods, “Yeah, good idea.”

Geralt drives them both home and forces the underclassman to drink two full bottles of water. Enough to keep him from getting hungover, at least. The football player shoves his neighbor through his bedroom window and climbs in after him without waking up his parents, by some miracle. He lifts Jaskier into bed and covers him up with his Superman sheets, smirking to himself about his crush’s taste in comic characters. I guess Superman isn’t the least dynamic member of the DC pantheon...

If Geralt presses a gentle kiss to Jaskier’s sweaty forehead before climbing out the window and disappearing back into his own adjacent bedroom then nobody has to know.

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He can hear Jaskier crying as soon as he opens his bedroom window after coming home from practice. The usually cheerful brunette is sitting on the eave of his roof all alone. His arms are wrapped around the tops of his knees, pulling them tightly to his chest; his head is buried in those crossed arms. His shoulders are shaking with the force of his sobs and hiccups even as he tries to smother them.

“Jask,” the older boy calls softly. “Are you okay? I mean, clearly you’re not, but do you want to talk about it?”

Those blue eyes snap in his direction, obviously startled by his sudden appearance.

“Sorry,” the boy apologizes, “You usually stay later after practice on Fridays. I didn’t think anyone would hear me. I can go inside if I’m bothering you.”

"You’re not bothering me at all,” Geralt says quietly. Softly. “Do you need some moral support? I’m the team captain, after all; it’s kind of my job to offer moral support.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“What do you need me to do?”

Jaskier can see, even from this distance, that the older boy is being completely sincere. He sniffles and shrugs. “Wanna come over?”

“Sure.”

Jaskier’s heart leaps in his chest as he watches his handsome neighbor (and secret crush of nearly three months) gracefully descend from his own bedroom window and climb his way onto Jaskier’s roof. He seats himself nervously beside the sophomore and rests his hands behind him in order to lean comfortably back.

“What’s bothering you?” Geralt asks, “Do you need me to beat someone up?”

“No,” Jaskier says, a small smile breaking through the tears. “But thank you for offering. You’d make a lovely knight in shining armor.”

“I’m no prince,” Geralt scoffs. Jaskier shrugs and seems to disappear even further into the neckline of his hoodie. He’s nervous, Geralt can tell.

“Here,” Geralt tuts. He pulls the sleeve of his navy blue flannel down over his hand, out from beneath the sleeve of his jacket, and uses it to wipe away his neighbor’s tears. The younger boy’s cheeks are damp and flushed pink; he looks so incredibly sweet and vulnerable in this moment. Geralt is afraid to ruin it by saying something stupid so he just mutters, “You’re too nice to be crying so hard.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s stupid,” Jaskier argues. “Not worth talking about. I shouldn’t have even asked you to come over here. I know practices are hard and that you’re probably exhausted and just want to go to bed and I know that I’m just your neighbor and everything but tha-”

Geralt cuts him off by leaning over and pressing their lips together. Jaskier’s eyes go wide and round and his body stiffens but he doesn’t pull away. Geralt does, quickly. “Sorry!”

“Huh?” The sophomore is dazed.

“I’m so sorry. I should have asked first but you just seemed so scared and you look so sweet with your hoodie like that and I-”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to interrupt him with a kiss. When they part this time they both chuckle softly. “So, I guess that answers a few of my questions.”

“Yeah,” Geralt nods. “Mine, too.”

Geralt wraps his Letterman's jacket around Jaskier’s shoulders when the younger boy starts to shiver in the chilly night air of early autumn and pretends not to see the surreptitious sniff Jaskier gives it. “Thanks.”

“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” Geralt asks, suddenly self-conscious. Jaskier puts his arms through the sleeves of the jacket and leans against Geralt’s side. The older boy puts a tentative arm around him and Jaskier scoots closer to make the message clear: Yes, like that.

“Of course,” Jaskier nods. Geralt can’t help but lean up off of one hand. He uses it to push a stray lock of brown hair from the younger boy’s forehead. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I think my boyfriend is playing.”

“Is that what we are now, boyfriends?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier bites his lip oh-so-cutely and shrugs again, “Maybe. If you want.”

Geralt stares deeply into those baby blue eyes and smiles widely. “Yeah. I want.”

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thenightling · 3 years

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My scatter-brained review of Wonder Woman 1984 (written partly while watching and then revised afterward)

I finally got curious enough to watch Wonder Woman 1984.

Warning: There ARE spoilers here!

I was reluctant to watch it because I knew the plot would deal with wishes coming true “But at a price” and Wonder Woman’s love coming back as a result of this plot Magoffin. This is something I have seen many times before. And frankly I was bored with it years ago.

The predictable plot beats being a “Be careful what you wish for” theme. The Monkey’s Paw (and all adaptations of the story) and variations like The Twisted Claw in “Are you Afraid of the Dark?” It was obvious to me that such a wish would bring Steve back and he would eventually “have to “ return to being dead. Frankly, I’m tired of that. I think a great twist would be if the person didn’t have to return to being dead for once. I’ve seen this plot done too often in comics, TV, and film.

Now for the good. I LOVE the early 80s aesthetic. I even got a bit of Legend of Billie Jean vibes. It’s very accurate to the look and feel of a 1980s film. It felt authentic, not just “Hey, remember this!”

Nineteen minutes in and I saw the ham-handed tell-tale signs that Diana would have to learn to love again, to trust and open her heart, and to invite others in again. And to heal she would have to “learn to let go” of Steve. But as I said, I’m tired of these grief messages. Especially now, especially in 2020. I want a new twist . I want the lost loved one to come back, I want the happily ever after with the formerly dead loved one. I’m tired of this trope.

They even out-right compare it to “The Monkey’s Paw” story in the film. Acknowledging that something is a cliché doesn’t make it any less of a cliché. You’re just trying to lampshade it by pointing it out in story and it just didn’t really work for me.

The “Dreamstone” in this does not look like Morpheus’ ruby amulet but instead it resembles the “ruby” (this one is a citrine) from Justice League Dark (the animated movie). And no, the God mentioned is NOT Morpheus. The God in question is a “trickster and a liar.” Gee, I wonder who that could be? I suspect the “true name” wasn’t given because they were afraid of confusion with Marvel’s depiction of the same character. A lot of people don’t realize Loki is in the public domain. Even Joanne Harris (author of Gospel of Loki) thinks her book can’t be adapted into film because Marvel / Disney owns Loki but that’s not true. The character is as public as Snow White or Robin Hood. Anyone can use him.

There’s some subtle hints of Diana’s bisexuality. I’m glad for this, I still come across fans who refuse to accept she’s bi and insist word of author (Gail Simone) don’t count because she didn’t “create” Wonder Woman. The same people should REALLY look up the behind the scenes life of the man who did. Anyway, I almost thought Diana lean in and kiss Barbara after the rescue in the park but she didn’t.

Maxwell Lord offers Diana a nineteen inch TV. Note to kids: that is NOT big even by 80s standards. We did have large screen TVs back then. My grandfather had a very big one back in the 80s.

I also really like the soundtrack.

When the camera spun around Diana and Steve’s reunion it made me dizzy. I don’t like that effect. It’s so common with romantic scenes but I found it dizzying. Flashbacks of the film Legend of Hercules from 2014...

The dreamstone in this appears to have been made of sand all along so maybe it is one of Dream of The Endless’ dreamstones after all. But that’s the only hint to even suggest this.

When Steve shows up, it’s like the writers forgot modern history. He shouldn’t be THAT impressed with an escalator or a a subway. Subways were already in existence when he died! The New York City subway, for example, opened in 1904. And he knows what trash cans are! I know that was meant to be funny but that’s stupid. He’s from the early twentieth century, not five-hundred-years-ago.

How did Maxwell Lord know Steve Trevor was inhabiting someone else’s body but didn’t know for certain Barbara had made a wish? Does he just know everything the stone touched or does he sense the desires of others? How did he know to suggest “Don’t you want to be a real boy?” with Steve?

Steve’s fate was painfully predictable, so much so that I felt nothing when she had to let him go. See, these “realistic” / “have to stay” dead plots they’re shoe-horning into comic stories are now done so often that they are trite. You know what’s coming. You know what they want you to feel and you (or I, at least) went numb instead. I think I would have felt more if she somehow got to keep him . But the fact that he wasn’t even in his own body was the first clue that my prediction was right.

Finally, I actually really like how they resolved the Maxwell Lord (Trump-esque) plot and his character arc. It was very late in the story that they decided to show a sympathetic side to him, and flashbacks of his upbringing and I feel it should have been done earlier in the film but it still worked. I like that love for his son is what saved everyone. I am a sucker for a redemption story.

I like the themes of love and hope even though I still resent the predictability of what happened with Steve Trevor and the hamhanded “She needed to learn to move on” part.

The Steve plot was the weakest part of the story, in my opinion. But as far as superhero movies go this was decent . It wasn’t boring and the morals weren’t too preachy. Sure, it had some corny and predicable moments (Not just with Steve Trevor) but in general it was enjoyable to watch.

I don’t think it was as good as the first Wonder Woman movie but I do like it more than most of the Marvel sequels so that says something. I’d like it a lot more if the Steve Trevor plot wasn’t even in there or had a new and interesting twist rather than the “You have to learn to let me go.” As I said, I’m tired of death. I’m tired of grief plots. And I’m tired of how predictable this new obsession with perma-deaths in comic book-inspired stories has become.

I’d say the film is a seventy nine out of a hundred for me, maybe three and a half out of five stars. Not the best superhero film and definitely not as good as the first Wonder Woman movie but still better than many other superhero movie sequels.

Also a certain outfit was added to the movie shamelessly to sell a new action figure. Even kids know the trick. A superhero movie gets a sequel, that means the hero has to get some new costume, or their look has to change in some way, just to sell a new action figure distinctly from this movie and not the first. Marvel did this all the time. Loki went through three distinct outfits for three films.

I loved Lynda Carter’s cameo in the end credits bonus scene for her. That was the perfect role to her and very respectful to her legacy as having been the 1970s Wonder Woman. That was one of the nicest and most respectful “original actor” cameos I had ever seen.

Something else, I kind of wish the films would reveal the Greek Gods aren’t dead. It really bugs me that they have implied since the first Wonder Woman movie that all the Greek Gods are dead / gone. Then why do things imbued with their power still work? I wish Hollywood would be more respectful to the old lore and polytheistic beliefs that many people (such as Neo pagans) still have.

Anyway, good. Not great. But still god and better than a lot of other superhero sequels and still better than more than half of DC’s other films of the last ten years.

#Wonder Woman 1984 #DC Comics #Wonder Woman #Spoilers

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newyorkcittysworld · 5 years

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Part 2 of uhh I'm gunna call it: Sugarbaby!peter (bc I'm basic)

Peter ran into his dorm room,threw all his belongings on his bed and swiveled in his chair to his laptop. He opened it and began transferring all the notes he took. After a while of doing work and analyzing tony's, he couldn't help but notice the folded up piece of paper with tonys number on it he kept trying to distract himself, tony did say not too blow up his phone he decided he at least needed a reason to text him. Peter was looking back at tonys work when his phone caught him off guard. His heart was beating as he prayed it was tony but sadly no,

*new message from aunt may: hey petey pie! Please take the chicken out the freezer. How'd the stark interview go today*

He unlocked his phone and replied *no problem, it went great! So dreamy up close*

His aunt knew about his bisexuality and encouraged it so this lighthearted joking was not only normal but expected. May was young and progressive and didn't mind at all. *haha I better not catch you in his suit pete!* peter sent back hurts and got back too tony's work, he can't lie it would be pretty cool to ride in tony's car, wearing high end clothes and tony having peter living the lavish lifestyle, completely opposite from his own. He didn't care for material things but like any normal person he dreamed of doing it big. Hours passed as peter looked at tony’s work . ugh it was flawless no questions needed. He considered playing dumb but he didn't want the possibility of tony mocking him. He figured he could try to add comments or upgrades and could ask for tonys help on that, he smiled and started getting too work when a facetime ring interrupted his train of thought. Eh it's probably ned he said picking up without looking.his face went red when he saw tony on his screen looking back at him from a bad angle. (well let's be honest there i no bad angle but imagine looking down at your phone and facetiming someone). “H-hello Mr.Stark!! Wh- what's going on” peter choked out in a squeaky voice. He tried to sound as chill as possible. “Hey kid i need you for something but i can't tell you what, you'd say no, you down?” peters swore he was gonna pass out but held it together “where are we going is i-” he was cut off by tony “ ahh no questions im afraid it would give hints just let me know can you meet me on 45th and lex? In about an hour?” tony smirked, he saw how red the kids face was and he knows damn well that twink doesnt do exercise. Peter hesitated for a moment but figured even if tony straight up killed him, he'd say thank you in the afterlife “sure thing, do i need to change?” he panned the camera down at what he was wearing being very stealthy about moving around his crotch area which would give away his current state.”there goes the questions again but i'll see you there kid” the phone hung up before he could even ask his question again. Oh well as far as he knows he gets too see stark again and that's the only thing he's focused on

Peter arrived slightly early at the exact location tony told him too in order to insure the older man wouldn't leave him there. He was standing there in the nicest clothes he had (to be fair it was from old navy it looked pretty clean) he heard a car blasting ac/dc through his ear buds but thought nothing of it ‘just regular nyc’ he thought to himself. That was until the bright yellow car pulled up next to him honking, it was tony in a nice lo rider. Peter nearly nutted on the spot. Tony looked amazing, his hair was slicked back clean, his expensive color tinted glasses matching with his three piece suit that was probably worth more than his apartment, his legs froze as he waved nervously, tony lowered the music to talk too him. “Hey!! Hop in i got a suit for you in the back” peter could feel himself swooning so he quickly walked too the car and reached for the handle to open it. Tony shot out of the car and ran around the other side and opened the door for him. Peter wasn't quite sure how much of this he could take. He sat down on the expensive leather and saw a long black coat bag and stood as still as possible as tony closed the door for him, anxiety making it difficult to be comfortable. “Am i allowed to ask where we are going Mr.Stark?” peter said trying to take his eyes off of the other man and just trying to sneak quick looks.his heart was beating he really didn't know what to expect “Fine fine turns out i need a date too this really boring and expensive event” the older man leaned back in his chair taking long looks at peter at stop lights. “And you chose me because???” peter said generally shocked and lowkey fiddling with all the expensive material, everything just felt lavish. “Well you like boring stuff and your cute,and you where fresh in my memory your smart.i need someone like that next to me so i look good” tony smirked knowing damn well peter is melting right now. “Sooo im your arm candy?” he choked out smiling widely not even trying to hide it “essentially, that's why i brought the suit. No offense that uhh no brand cardigan is,nice but unfortunately it's not in the dress code” peter was so over the moon , he drew his attention too the coat bag with a big tom ford logo on it. Peter was living out his teenage fantasy, the only difference was he wasn't wrapped around tony's arm holding one hand that slumped over him while the other drove.

He quickly snapped his head up when the car stopped moving after a while. “Ok we're here you can change before we go into the main hall there's a bathroom right on your left” peter nodded and got out of the car walking next to his date trying his best to contain his excitement and not geek out in front of stark, pete did as the man said and changed into a nice burgundy suit, the material was orgasmic and he had too admit he looked sharp, and tony thought so too, he was smiling watching the (somehow)smaller man come out holding his arm out, peter walked up to him handing his clothes too another one (of what seemed like endless) assistants. “Ok so here's the catch” tony whispered faking smiles and waves too look natural as he spoke.”your gonna actually pretend to be my boyfriend and i'll give you $7,000 for compensation” he gave peter a smile as he turned around to greet some mit students. Tonys words had peter nearly spinning, "relax i'm not gonna make you sleep with me” tony whispered seeing how red peter was, his heart was racing so fast he couldn't bring himself to say any words but tried to signal tony he was completely okay with this idea and has been fantasizing about it for what seemed decades, he stood next to tony while he spoke giving off small waves at the people staring at him. He wrapped his arm around stark and stood up tall.

The kids dispersed which left the two of them walking around in silence.”bold of you to assume i don't WANT to sleep with you” the doe eyed boy whispered under his breath with a smirk.stark looked at him with a puzzled look on his face “what kid?” he said acting clueless knowing damn well what he said (which is all the proof he needed to know peter was into him as if it wasn't obvious enough) the ‘kid’ (who is 23) shot up as his cheeks went red “n nothing Mr.Stark!! J-just a uh self reminder” *wow peter really good excuse* he thought to himself smiling nervously. Tony smiled and pulled peter in for a half hug as he saw a photographer approaching. “the talking of boring science*ahem* future technology should start soon,you need anything kid?” he looked down at the man on his arm “n-not to take advantage, but you think we could grab like fries? Maybe just a quick burger” he looked up at stark with puppy eyes. Tony scoffed sarcastically “i won't let you spoil your stomach with that garbage “ and in the snap of his fingers three different waiters with trays approached him. “Go ahead kid don't be shy” peter was most definitely shy but starks words encouraged him,this was very different for parker, usually he's the one giving out the fancy trays but now he's on the flip side. He plucked out some fancy meats moaning at the flavor..this was all very new for him but he'd be lying if he said he couldn't get used too this./ the meeting began and the two took their seats peter being daring and resting his head on tonys shoulder, the lecture was actually pretty interesting he found himself taking notes on his phone and sneaking in pictures of him laying against tony, which was easy since tony knocked out after the first ten minutes.

After what seemed like years,Tony startled awake eyes opening wide only too see that they were still at the conference he let out a groan as he saw peter standing above him.”hey uh mr stark, everyone's leaving im sorry! Should i carry you out or” he was so cute when he gets all pent up like this “you couldn't lift me if you tried but come on let's get out of here” tony chuckled. Standing up and exiting with peter “Mr.Stark i saw some ladys taking pictures so i put your glasses on, ya know so you don't look bad?” tony touched his face and realized there was indeed glasses on his face”huh that would explain why everything is a light brown color, thought i was just hungover” peter giggled at the taller man's response. They walked to the car arm in arm as reporters were standing around his car.”no time for questions i'm tired” tony said, once again opening the door for peter who couldn't help but nervously laugh through the second hand anxiety. They drove off it was getting kind of late,

But peter didn't want this too end.

#this is a bit longer bc if i actually continue this i dont want it too have like 100 parts yikes #starker #sugarbaby!peter #sugardaddy!tony

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Splintered Winter Live Blogs TV*: DC Universe’s Titans, Season 1 Episode 1

* This is a randomness. I often compare things to burritos. Once I ate a doodlebug. This will be neither consistent nor thorough.

It's already nicely dark. Good going DC! The light is so not there you can barely see the screen, and Raven’s face looks like a marshmallow. You can already tell something terrible is going to happen.

Wonder Woman was a one-off. Frank Miller created the Dark Knight, it was a hit, and we were all doomed.

Tights! Everyone’s in tights! Who doesn’t love tights combined with dark foreboding music? Certainly not me! Especially when those tights are falling to the ground in a bone-crunching crash!

Raven screams a lot and her mother wears a really bad wig.

Nightwing gets some funky fight music.

It's like you're in a video game boss fight. He’s listening to vinyl in his industrial loft apartment. He's a secret hipster.

It goes nicely with Raven's baby goth look.

Raven's look doesn't work for her age or circumstance or anything. It's more runway then runaway.

Ooh, upbeat disco music! It's Starfire!

And some blood!

Ooh, she's pretty. And she deserves this disco song.

She successfully hid in scrub woods with bright pink (red?) hair! That's a superpower!

Kory Anders is her name. Is it a joke? She likes herbs and spices.

Oh my burrito, she speaks German, Russian, and just glassed a random dude she found in her closet. My bisexual heart is a-thumping.

Man, Raven has a tough life. Sucks to be her. Dick Grayson feels guilty for acting like Batman With the Anger Management Issues, so he’ll rescue her.

And Starfire with the disco again! Every song is her theme song, so long as it has a banging beat and flashing lights!

Starfire faces off the scary Russia mafia types. She might not know who she is right now, but she’s definitely fabulous! She’s wearing sequins!

My long lost lust for the 70s has revived, apparently.

I’ve added ‘Grayson,’ ‘Starfire,’ and ‘Nightwing’ to my browser dictionary because obviously I’ll be using them a lot in future.

OOPS. Russian mafia dude was her lover and she betrayed him for Raven. WHO KNEW. Starfire didn’t. He loves her. She doesn’t love him. He’s hurt, verra verra hurt. Deep in his soul. He wishes to patch his soul with a bullet in Starfire’s heart.

And.

I admit to not being familiar with Starfire as a character before. Apparently her superpower is to be a combination grenade/flamethrower. In a fabulous disco glowing fashion. It’s 9am and after I’m finished with this I’m going to be hunting for Starfire fanart. I shall ask of the Tumblr and I shall receive.

Back to Raven. Dark room, candles, bondage, knives, dire man with cryptic words. Poor Raven. She is fecund and damned. Her life is really NOT going well.

Nightwing and his tight butt have arrived! Huzzah!

Raven just went full-on Exorcist on dire man. Oh dude. Nasty.

Nightwing and his butt weren’t needed.

Now he’s being hugged by a traumatized 13-year old girl and it’s the toughest things he’s ever faced. EMOTIONS. TEARS. AUGH.

Beast Boy is green.

The end.

(I failed to deliver on the burritos. That is because very few people in this show are soft and round.)

#dc universe #titans #spoilers #titans spoilers #splintered winter live blogs #titans s1e1 #nightwing #starfire #raven

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