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Ned will be the first to remember Peter. Peter will just happen to come across Ned one day and as they both reach out to shake hands, they do their handshake. It’s muscle memory for them, and that will trigger Ned to remember Peter.

seek--rest

posted December 2021 btw. op where is your check from marvel

solarsyrup

the unimaginable power of saying "huh, guess that's not for me" and moving on with your life

melina-mellow

Underated relationship, but I loved Peter and DeWolff's dynamic so much.

It was like Batman and Commissioner Gordon, just less "close confidant, friend and pusedo family memeber" and more "concerned parent of a depressed workaholic young adult who needs to be on sucide watch"

gracefullilyofthevalley

help me ? how new is this movie . does nobody else care about the pretty detective woman in brand new day . hello ?? can anyone hear me .

amrv-5

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

asterkid-deactivated20150106

tomorrow……… is august„„„„,?????

its augu…….st?? tomorrW???????????

8th monTH???????? 4 ,more mont hs of 2013?????????????

what??????????????????????????????………………………..

suzu-no1-fangirl

…4 months of 2025

ceilingswirlslikestars

… 4 months of 2026

#scheduled post #on date 3.8.25 #ALSO in technicality we have 5 months left #cause all of august and then the 4 other ones #but keeping with the theme #I mean we have 4 months to come #in which it makes sense

redstonedust

nostalgia bait is much less effective when you have memory problems. "hey its that thing from your childhood, don't you love thing from your childhood?" i wouldnt know </3 i forgor.

cyphir-spacerobot

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

koiagain

cutecipher

i really thought the point of "being lgbt+ doesn't absolve you of racism as a white person" was that white people arent absolved of racism by being marginalized but it really seems like people think other marginalizations make it okay. no being disabled doesn't do it. no being poor doesnt do it. we need to fight against racism actively no matter what.

delinquentbookworm

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

nohoperadio

just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.

byersfold

Emery Walsh's little sister who comes into PTMC with a broken ankle after a nasty collision during her varsity soccer game and refuses to say anything other than "I want Sam" in a sluggish voice, adrenaline wearing off and pain setting in. Robby, Dennis, and Mel keep trying to ask the teen questions, which she shakes her head to, very clearly in pain but refusing to talk.

Everyone is thoroughly confused as to who "Sam" is and no one puts two and two together until Samira is bursting through the door with panic etched into her face. Suddenly the teenager they couldn't get to say anything is now can't stop.

"Sam, thank god."

"What happened?"

"I was about to score then I got fucking blindsided. She came outta nowhere, Sam. Trucked me straight in the back then cleated my ankle. Asshole should be kicked off the team."

Samira's right by her head, hand brushing the hair out of the teens eyes.

"Dr. Mohan, you know the patient?" Robby asks.

Before Samira can even answer, the door to the trauma room slams open, revealing one Emery Walsh.

"Dude! The hell happened?" she says, grabbing gloves and making a beeline for her sister's ankle.

"Dr. Walsh, we didn't page you." Robby remarks. Emery ignores him.

"Soccer. Five bucks if you can guess what team."

"Please do not tell me it was Parkland."

"Bingo."

Emery scoffs and she examines her sister's ankle carefully. She presses her fingers just above the angry red skin already swelling, which results in a yelp of pain and Samira getting an inadvertent punch to the gut.

"She said she got blindsided and the girl stepped on her ankle." Samira winces, rubbing where she just got hit.

Emery shakes her head. "They did always play dirty."

Robby shakes his head. "Dr. Walsh? You also know the patient?"

"Yes, I do." Emery doesn't look at him, just continues her examination.

"Patient's name is Eleanore..." Dennis trails off, nodding his head as he reads the name from the chart. "Walsh."

"Ellie is fine." The teen says.

"So this is your sister?" Mel asks curiously.

Emery nods. Mel looks over at Samira.

"Which makes her your sister-in-law?"

"Yeah." Samira nods, a smile creeping its way up.

"Is it bad, Em?"

Emery takes her gloves off before standing beside Samira, right next to her sister.

"I'm not sure yet. We're gonna get you in line for an MRI and x-ray to see if you need surgery. Hopefully, it's just a sprain and nothing major."

Ellie nods. Samira's hand hasn't moved from the top of her head.

"You know if you wanted to come visit us, you could've done so less dramatically." Samira quips.

Ellie chuckles, trying not to jostle her ankle as she does and flips her middle finger to both of them.

"I've got patients to go check on, but I'll come back as soon as you're out of the MRI. Deal?" Emery says.

"Deal."

Ellie holds out her pinkie, which Emery interlocks with her own. She forms a fist and kisses her thumb which Ellie copies, a handshake they formed before Emery went to medical school. Emery ruffles the teen's hair as she leaves.

"I'm gonna watch you until your MRI. Your friends are here, I'm assuming?" Samira asks.

"Year, they're in the waiting room."

"Ok, I'm gonna tell them what's going on. You want me to bring some of them back so you're not alone?"

"Please."

Samira nods and kisses her forehead before making her way to the door.

"Love you, Sam."

"Love you too, Ellie." Samira calls as she walks out.