I almost forgot arguably the most important birthday in the MPU. Thank goodness I remembered! Anyway, March 22, 2016 will be Miles’s sixteenth birthday. And because my MPU headcanon is now and always shall be that the high school years are tough on Miles, well, this story reflects that. Meaning: feels. Many feels. Arguably all the feels? We’ll see.
With all that in mind: happy birthday, Miles!
sixteenth birthday, Miles wakes up and stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars on
his ceiling, exactly the same as every other morning. Even when he stretches, his body sort of
reassembling after being balled up under the covers, he feels
unremarkable. Same height, same speed,
same brain full of the same crap (assignments, projects, his stupid text conversation
with the girl he sort of likes). Sixteen
feels like fifteen and fourteen, and he drags himself into the bathroom before
Amy and her eight thousand hair ribbons claim it.
Just to explain what went down. MTV is doing this whole “Ship-a-thon” as they marathon Faking It and Awkward and they asked on Twitter to tweet them with #IShipKiam or #NoKiam and then they would air the results on air during the marathon.
(note: they used a picture of Karma smiling at Amy for a Kiam banner)
Without trying or meaning to #NoKiam trended in the U.S in less than 5 minutes.
They had to air the results on air and said that #NoKiam won at 75% of the vote (which i think is them being slightly kind).
“Presumptions” A Marvel fanfiction set in the Motion Practice universe Chapter 8: "A Big Family Life Like Ours“ Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, Obadiah Stane, Miles Morales, Amy
Jimenez, Teddy Altman, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Steve
Rogers, Pepper Potts, Maya Hansen, Tess Hansen Rated M for language and adult content; 6,282 words
In this chapter, Tony talks to everyone that matters: Obie, his friends, his children, and Tesla Adelaide Hansen. And if those conversations leave him with restored faith in the universe, well, good for him.
Thank you very much for your patience! As a totally unrelated announcement and possibly reward, I plan on announcing a little side-project next weekend. If you follow me here and you like the MPU, well, I think you’ll enjoy my master plan.
Finally, I’m writing things again! Oh man, I am sometimes terrible.
Presumptions, Chapter 9: “ [ terrible working title redacted] ”
Between the bundle of blankets and
the way she hides her face in her dad’s neck, Amy looks a lot more like a
toddler than an occasionally sassy second-grader, and Tony tries hard to ignore
the way his heart drops as he joins them on the bed. She flinches a little when he strokes her
back the first time, but she relaxes into the touch when Bruce shushes
her. He kisses her forehead and her
hair, rocks her gently while murmuring reassurances, and for one heart-stopping
second, Tony regrets never handing his husband an infant.
Just for that one second, though.
Presumptions, Chapter 10: “Miles”
Even worse, awards hang all over the place, a memorial to Assistant
Principal Hoffman’s apparent greatness.
Educator of the Year, Administrator of the Year, Golden Apple Award, The
National Institute of Something Silver Star Award— Every last one declares Lynda-with-a-Y
Hoffman to be a cream-of-the-crop educator, the kind of woman you want ruling a
middle school with an iron fist.
Plus, she carries herself like a prize fighter, the kind of
woman who’d beat Tony to a pulp without breaking a sweat.
He sits up a little straighter, just on principle.
I’m somewhere around 7,000 words for the month, and we’re not going to talk about how that makes me feel.
Announcement of the other project will be this evening after dinner. Because dinner.
Hello loves, as you know I have been working on decorating our first home for fall. Unfortunately before this season I had never owned a single piece of fall decor so I have been working on collecting pieces since August.