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Peter Parker wearing his first suit hoodie, which has puffy paint webs and spider symbol on it. He's at a cafe, eyebags that look like teabags taped to his face and drinking a straight up afront to god. A guy walks past, stops, and points.
Peter is barely awake.
"Yo, where'd you get the merch?"
Peters eyes are barely open when he looks at him. He won't remember what he looks like the next day either.
"huh?"
"The Spidey merch. Where'd you get it?"
Peter looked down at himself, somewhat baffled, and squints at him.
"I...made it?"
"Deadass? I've got thirty bucks, could you make me one?"
The materials plus Peters time outside of classes and Spider-Man...he should get a sandwich out of it at least.
"Thirty-five?" He negotiates weakly. The man doesn't even blink.
"You got it." And takes out cash then and there. Peter stares at it, exchanges info, and gets the hoodie done in a weak between surviving and saving everyone else.
The guy is some sort of influencer. He shows it off on his story. People are going crazy. He texts Peter with a screenshot.
"Can I give them your info?"
Over a hundred people already want his hoodie.
His hoodie.
$35 per person, and so many out the gate?
Superhero-ing might pay after all.
Peter accepts.
This is how Peter is able to pay for his own meals, not completely rely on JJJ for his income.
Wife Shen Yuan: My dear husband, may this wife be granted a dick of my own?
Luo Bingge: Sure, I'm down for some new kinks
Wife Shen Yuan: Cool, and can this one be referred to a man from now on
Luo Bingge: Of course, whatever my husband wants
Husband Shen Yuan: Thank you, and how about a divorce-
Luo Bingge: Absolutely not.
none of that top/bottom discourse. the only valid question to ask is who cries during sex
Dean Winchester
love when my post finds the audience it was written for!!
magical girl transformation into just a little guy
the key to understanding kermit is that line from the original muppet series where lesley anne warren is like "i thought you were the only person here who wasn't crazy" and kermits like "me not crazy? i hired the others" that guy loves chaos. he loves crazy shit, and he loves being the guy who has to handle the crazy shit. he deliberately creates these circumstances! he puts himself in these positions! and then he's like "i cant believe youre making me do this." anyway that frog is more human than any of us
the key to understanding kermit is that line from the original muppet series where lesley anne warren is like "i thought you were the only person here who wasn't crazy" and kermits like "me not crazy? i hired the others" that guy loves chaos. he loves crazy shit, and he loves being the guy who has to handle the crazy shit. he deliberately creates these circumstances! he puts himself in these positions! and then he's like "i cant believe youre making me do this." anyway that frog is more human than any of us
Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday
We're getting there little by little, sure. But it's a road.
Anyway happy international asexuality day back to work I go
the european mind cannot comprehend the 48 oz dunkin bucket
fwuaty-ate ounceza cawffee
"I got that dog in me"
The dog in question:
when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”
hope it’s not too late; I made this in Scriptorium