I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.
But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)
Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.
YOU ALL! YOU ALL are to blame with your drawings and talking about Momo dancing, singing, listening to some songs, etc… XDD And then BAM. Lady Gaga’s Telephone hit me like a freight train. She holds a sandwich in the video, so… XD This ist trash over 9000, but here you have it, this was so fun, hahaha. Pls don’t take this serious. *grins*
Soooo. Imagine Momo getting angry over He Tian, starts shouting at his picture, ends up singing and accidentally presses “call” (Honestly, boy, what did you smoke to not realize that you’re the one telephoning him). He Tian’s like “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCKING. FUCK.” But listening in sheer awe, until Guanshan runs out of breath from all the rampage and… BONER ALERT. (I know, I know, I officially went nuts XD)
Guanshan’s Mom saves the day and He Tian can’t stay mad.
hiiiii. I have a doubty doubt for you. Do you think Foggy would have honestly told Matt like he said in the big fight? And also, I've never quite understood why he was so touched because of the lies if apparently he had lied to Matt too, I mean I get the magnitudes. But, it just seems like there's something in there they are not telling. Shipping it or not, it seems like they are addressing something without actually spelling it, and s2 was like oh yeah we got lots of issues ???
I think that Foggy firmly believes that he would have told Matt if it was him.
I also think that Foggy’s really upset and not being entirely fair. Matt has been functionally alone since he was nine. Trust doesn’t come easy to him, nor do hard conversations, and there was no good time or way to tell Foggy the truth - by the time he trusted Foggy enough to tell him, they were good enough friends that it would hurt that he hadn’t trusted him enough sooner. And, though Foggy doesn’t know the whole story of this yet, both of the people who knew about Matt’s secret - Stick and Elektra - abandoned him. Not to excuse Matt’s behavior here, because considering how tightly entwined their legal, financial, professional, and personal lives are, he should have told Foggy, but Matt has a lot of very good reasons, if you’re Matt, for not telling Foggy. All of which suggest that if it had been Foggy, he would have felt the same way and not told Matt.
On the other hand, Foggy is just generally a much more open person than Matt. One of the first things he says to him when they meet is “No secrets.” He’s still claiming not to have secrets ten years later. He’s open about his finances, his anxieties, his attractions, his insecurities. He’s never afraid to baldly express fear or love. He delivers it all with humor, because that’s his defense mechanism just as general secretiveness is Matt’s, but he’s honest. The only secrets he keeps are Matt’s and his clients’. The only lies he tells are for Matt. Yes, he admits to having lied to Matt over the years, but considering that Matt stayed friends with him I think it’s safe to assume they were the little white lies we all tell the people we love: Your new haircut looks great. No, you can go out with her, I wasn’t really interested. No one’s making blind jokes you can’t see.
(Of course, the big secret that I think most of the fandom assumes Foggy does have and has kept from Matt is that he’s in love with him. But that’s the kind of secret you keep when you’re sure it’s unrequited. No sense ruining the friendship, right? It would hurt Matt more to know; it would hurt him to know he was inadvertently hurting Foggy. At least, Foggy used to think so.)
I think a big part of Foggy’s character arc in the show is taking him from a young man who only just graduated law school a year ago with big dreams and a head full of knowledge of how the law is supposed to work, and dropping him into murky ethical waters full of complicated, dangerous cases. Much like Matt discovered that putting on a bandana and punching a mugger couldn’t stop someone like the Kingpin, Foggy discovered that what is clearcut and ethically comfortable on paper doesn’t always work in reality. As the ethical conscience of Daredevil (I would say Foggy is ethics and Claire is morals), a huge part of his journey is figuring out how to apply those polished Columbia ethics to a world where, like, he has to lie to one friend about how another friend got stabbed.
Anyway all this is to say that it’s very easy for Foggy to say he wouldn’t have lied to Matt about something like this, and that’s very possibly true. But at that point Foggy doesn’t know for sure because he’s never been through anything like Matt has. And I’d love to reopen the question now, after Foggy has lied so many times for Matt, and see if he gives a different answer.
How would Wamuu handle a tomboyish s/o that secretly likes girly things? I mean, it's JJBA we're talking about here, so they don't care if he knows about how much they enjoy fashion and make-up and pink things. It's when it comes to liking stuffed animals, cute cartoon characters, and having a secret desire to want to be treated like a princess that they start getting worried that they'll lose some of his respect for them.
I hope these are aright! I feel like they might be kinda ooc
Not knowing too much about current human customs, Whammu
wouldn’t really care! It is, admittedly, an interesting change from their
normal behavior, but humans are fickle things.
He’d be somewhat disappointed in himself; he wishes he was
approachable enough for his s/o to not feel the need to hide their interests
from him, and he wishes he’d known they wanted to be treated so well. He’d
definitely do it.
He’d want to learn a bit more about what his s/o is
interested in; what exactly is a ‘cartoon?’
He has a decent idea of what stuffed animals are- or at
least, he thinks he does. His s/o would have to explain that they’re not
actual, formerly-living animals. Once he grasps that, though, he’d task an
underling or two to make some. Handmade gifts are valuable and sentimental to
However, when it comes to treating his s/o like a princess,
he’s totally got that covered. Given that his race is ancient, he has very
traditional views of what suits royalty; if his superiors aren’t around, he’d
want to carry his s/o and keep their feet from touching the floor. He’d make
sure they only have the finest food that has been blessed several times over,
and he’d have their bedroom decorated with petals from traditionally sacred
flowers. If he can find a musician, he’d also want to keep chamber music going
at all times.
High school is an unusual society
where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to
maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your
group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above
all, never tell on another student.
Unfortunately, that last rule
came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby
Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see
but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire,
you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that
after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the
walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies
After an hour and a half of scrubbing,
you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to
go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly
slow just to taunt you.
“That’s it.” You growled
irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently
soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”
You continued to chunter to
yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew
even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.
“OH, COME ON!” You exploded
“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded
from inside the closet.
You frowned at the door, puzzled.
“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in
here, do you think you could let me out?”
“Oh!” You burst into action,
trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you
leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing
“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I
wouldn’t get out.”
“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why
would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on?
What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”
“It’s Peter actually.”
“Right, Peter, sorry about that.
This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”
“Yeah, we’re in most classes
“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much
attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from
the door, I have an idea.”
Peter moved as far back as he
could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud
thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.
“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter
“That was… That was a stupid
plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from
workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”
Peter sat down, leaning against
the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May
and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud
scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.
“You’re back.” He declared
“Uh-huh.” You answered
distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took
just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you
managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it
to the floor to let Peter out.
“Done.” You panted tiredly,
staring at the mess you’d made.
“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you
through so much trouble.”
“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-”
You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before
Peter’s face was covered in cuts
and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood,
which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.
“Did Flash and his gang do this
to you?” You whispered incredulously.
“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter
apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash
just has his own troubles and-”
“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go
acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get
infected or something.”
“Are you sure we should be doing
this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for
the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”
“Peter, I just broke down a door,
I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to
get a cloth.”
Peter perched on the edge of a
bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and
saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.
“I’m guessing you spend a lot of
time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.
“A little more than I should.”
You prepared the solution on the
cloth, “This may sting a little.”
You dabbed his face gently,
clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful
at your proximity.
“So, where do you live anyway?”
You asked while you worked.
“What? Uh, w-why?”
“It’s late, I don’t want you walking
home alone in the dark.”
“What about you? If you walked me
home, who would walk you home?”
“Look, just tell me where you
live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”
“I live in Forest Hills but you
don’t have to-”
“No way, I live in the street
around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.
“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.
“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done
all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”
“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply
“What the principal doesn’t know
can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows
the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New
York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t
have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”
“Where could he have got to May?”
Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to
“Ben-” May started, looking
through the net curtains.
“I should be out there looking
“It’s been hours now.”
“Ben!” May raised her voice
slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it
looks like he’s brought a friend.”
“What?” Ben joined his wife at
the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in
front of him.
“Do you think he’s been out on a
date?” May gushed ecstatically.
“Now May, it could just be a
“Either way, our little Peter
hasn’t brought many people over before.”
“What do you suppose they’re
talking about out there?”
“I don’t know, oh let’s invite
them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”
“Do you really think that’s a
good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the
She threw it open
enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce
us to your friend?”
Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt
May-” he stuttered.
You looked behind Peter to see
his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no
need to be shy.” May cooed at you.
“Sorry about this.” Peter
whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In
truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew
he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.
You walked past Peter to the
front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your
hand out which Ben shook amiably.
“Please dear, come inside, we’d
love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.
“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to
“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a
“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter
Peter finally joined you, “No,
His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter
what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”
“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was
“No, I can tell you, I saw the
whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation
he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the
stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took
him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”
“Peter, you really must be more
careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to
help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup
Over the next twenty minutes, you
were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if
your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and
Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you
reluctant to announce you had to leave.
“Are you sure you won’t stay for
dinner?” May offered.
“No thank you, I should be
getting home ASAP.”
“Where do you live dear? I
wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”
“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just
around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.
“I um, I actually live in the
city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”
“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let
(Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could
you be so irresponsible?”
“It’s alright, really. Peter
didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice
meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to
“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to
let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I
allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”
“No buts, come on now.”
You knew there was no way you
would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a
guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the
When the car pulled away, May
turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask
him/her out before someone else does.”
“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.
“Now, now, I saw the way you
looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they
“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”
“For now maybe but that can
change quite easily.”
Peter shuffled awkwardly on the
“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll
drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”
She walked away, leaving Peter to
his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in
school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush
on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that
everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking
him in front of the other students?
Much to Peter’s amazement, you
didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra
efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even
meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when
Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar
excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him,
you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did.
After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out;
as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take
flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.
Peter checked himself out in the
mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his
outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen
red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back?
How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of
clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of
questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his
Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Peter, where are you?” You
asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or
did you forget?”
Peter cursed himself silently,
he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to
“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now,
it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to
the store here but they don’t have any.”
“Oh, no problem, you just get
over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”
“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon
“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”
The phone clicked off. Peter
looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out
before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was
only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he
would have to be Spiderman.
You threw the tacks in your bag
on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through
the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.
“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag
you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.
“Excuse me?” You turned to face
“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty
penny or two.”
“W-What do you want?” You
“That depends really don’t it.
How much do you have?”
He pulled a switchblade out,
grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him
until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.
You screamed and bucked, craning
your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the
first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying
his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”
“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give
you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Have to? No. But I do want to, I
like hearing people scream.”
“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought
everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet
away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies
in the first scene.”
“What the hell are you on about?”
Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.
“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal?
Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and
the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”
You watched disbelievingly as the
other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t
know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed,
watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to
incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for
the police to find.
He approached you, completely
relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
You swallowed thickly, your
suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”
Spiderman stumbled back, stunned.
“Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”
“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe-
You turned to leave the way you’d
came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk
You hesitated before nodding
uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web
slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you
clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the
top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.
“How did you know?” He asked,
sounding less confident than before.
“No matter how you disguise it, I
know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought
you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were
you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”
“You’ve definitely been reading
too much Superman.”
“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or
I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the
edge of the building dubiously.
“It’s a long story with a
radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do
you accept me as Spiderman?”
“I don’t think I have much of a
choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you
get hurt a lot?”
“Is this where you’re always
“Okay.” You clambered onto the
“Wait, (Y/N) where are you
going?” he asked, alarmed.
“I just need some time to figure
this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero
who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”
“Hang on, please don’t be like
this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”
You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your
forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”
“Great, I’ll be right back.”
Spiderman zipped away, leaving
you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above
it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The
peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof,
landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his
back and he was shuffling nervously.
“I uh, I planned to do this
properly but considering everything… here.”
He pulled a very wilted bouquet
of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had
shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile
wearily as you took hold of them gently.
“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter
“That it is. So, is this you
asking me out?”
“Yeah. If you don’t like it
though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”
You put up a hand to stop Peter’s
babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just
going to head home now.”
“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out.
“Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta
ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”
“Excuse me?” You said, affronted
by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a
million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”
The whites of Peter’s mask
widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”
You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend.
Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire
escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”
Peter ran over to you clumsily;
he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you
and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.