Also I can’t fucking believe the hidden room where they keep their safe and the legend of zelda style puzzle you gotta decode to get into it. Also the Queens voicelines when you get near the gate as either rat or hog are just mmmm 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
Warnings: Spoilers??? LIke if you haven’t seen the movie (will keep posting this warning until it’s out on Blu-Ray) ANGST
Request: YASSSS by my bean @rafeadderall[OMG OK A PETER PARKER IMAGINE, where like the reader knows and supports peter for bein spider-man but maybe it’s used against him and she’s hurt? Cliché yes but how about the reader like refuses to see peter because she’s all scarred and shit and they break up I guess BUT THEN AT THE END ITS ALL CRYING AND MENTAL BREAKDOWNS AND FLUFF BEVAUSE WHO DOESNT LIKE ANGST]
Prompt: You and Peter Parker were anything but ordinary as a couple, you supported him as the web-slinging hero of Queens, however, the tables are turned when you get caught in the cross fire and end up seriously injured.
It had roughly been three months since Y/N found out her boyfriend, Peter Parker, was Spider-Man. At first, she was mad, then she accepted it after a week of not talking to him. He couldn’t blame her at all for it, but he was glad she came to an understanding eventually.
For three months, Y/N helped Spider-Man gather intel when he asked for it and even went out for recon missions. In the beginning, he was against the idea of getting involved but as soon as she tried to argue that ‘Oliver Queen would be nothing as Green Arrow without Felicity Smoak - and I’m your Felicity Smoak’ he found it hard to reject that statement.
Currently, Y/N pressed her phone to her ear as she tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. “You got eyes on any of those guys in the pictures I sent you?” Peter’s voice asked, crisp from the microphone Tony Stark had placed inside the Spider-man suit. She peered up ahead, eyeing the exact person he was talking about, she flicked down the shades resting on top of her head and hummed in response.
the pacific highway is constantly upgrading. the roadworks never end. the road stretches into the distance, quiet. there are no workers, but the machines still dig.
you log into facebook. people you may know has updated. a girl is friends with your cousin. your cousin is friends with your boss. your boss is friends with the girl’s brother. they all live three hours away. they all know who you are. you do not know them.
Grafton is inland, but there is nothing to the east. do not ask what is there, only pray you will never find out.
city people ask you where you’re from. you tell them the name of your town. they have never heard of it. neither have you.
the villages on the coast brag about the beach. you visit, once. the ground is covered in sand. seagulls tear hot chips from your fingers.the people are covered in sand too. none of them wear shoes. there is a vacancy in their eyes.
don’t linger too long at the Taree service center. everybody is dressed in yellow and red. the town is yellow and red. yellow and red sponsors the town. yellow and red owns the town. yellow and red is the town. Taree is McDonalds.
the islands off the coast are empty. only one has a lighthouse. we say nobody lives there. we know that it blinks at night.
choosing a university is difficult, even with your regional points. you could brave the cold winters of Armidale, or escape to the drunk paradise of the Gold Coast. quick, you only have 3 seconds to decide, or Lismore will be your only option.
Mullumbimby doesn’t exist. Iggy Azalea never grew up there. The beaches were beautiful, but it couldn’t escape the shame. Mullumbimby doesn’t exist.
the Great Dividing Range looms over you. waterfall way is the only way up to Dorrigo. your parents warn you never to go west alone.
state of origin night, and all the houses are painted blue. all the faces are painted blue. except for the children. they don maroon. they have never known victory.
your local shopping centre has no escalators, if you even have one at all. you buy your clothes from target country. unless you live in Coffs Harbour. in that case, good luck.
it’s July, and the hipsters, goths, indie girls, and tired dads swarm up the highway. they ask you for directions. splendour, they say. it’s in the grass. you only nod blankly. there is no splendour here. only mud, and rain.
there’s a roundabout in the middle of the highway. and a 40km school zone. this is the main route between Brisbane and Sydney. only the strong will survive Urunga to Nambucca.
Russell Crowe’s house in Nana Glen is empty. he only ventures home to visit his parents. there is nobody living there, but that doesn’t stop the sightings.
You visit Casino for Beef Week. You see the Beef Queen crowned. You clap, as the cows surround the regent. All hail the queen of beef.
you wait at your local bus stop, for the once-a-day service. it never comes. it was never going to.
working a shift at your local bowling club, you notice the customers ageing. they age, and you are afraid. everyone is old. they all order chicken schnitzel. you must send them to Port Macquarie. it is the only place for them.
everybody loves the big banana. you are proud of the big banana. everybody wants to visit the big banana. nobody wants to leave the big banana. nobody is allowed to leave the big banana. everybody want to stay at the big banana. everybody must stay at the big banana. it’s a whole bunch of fun.
you moved to the north coast when you were young. you know your way around. it becomes your home. soon, you forget any other places exist. you stop visiting Brisbane or Sydney. you have never been further north than byron bay, never past the nymboida, you are scared to step foot in forster-tuncurry. you were born on the north coast.
I’ve always wanted to try out this Green Arrow Chili Recipe, and I finally did so last Sunday.
For any of the ingredients I didn’t have, I mostly bought them at Stater Bros., including all of the chili powders. Cooked in a crock pot on Low for almost 8 hours, dropped the beans and brown sugar in the pot about 6 hours in… and I don’t have Tabasco nor did I want to buy any; but I do have Tapatio (and also Sriracha) on hand along with chips (instead of Saltines). Added onion on top in the end.
… And it’s not as hot as this picture would like me to believe. Actually, it was pretty mild without the hot sauce. I mean unless the “Tabasco to taste” was Ollie dropping the whole bottle in, I can’t imagine this kind of reaction lol. Still, p good.
Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of June 4 - 10, 2017
This is for the fans and their muthas.
GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)
You bettah enjoy this week, because it’s looking like clear sunny skies all the way until the clusterfuck of next week. That shitstorm is gonna be muthafucking epic, that not even a shit-umbrella will protect that fine ass of yours. Use this week to prepare yourself by reinvigorating your relationships with your allies. You need them hos more than evah! =====
CANCER (June 22 – July 22)
Meow, meow, hiss, hiss, queen! You are a little bit more sensitive than usual this week. And I don’t know what kitty gurl has crawled up yo ass, but rest assured, your constituents will be a little bit more forgiving of whatever claw/scratch attack you unleash on them because you’re defensive as fuck. You have more friends than you think. Don’t fucking push it. =====
LEO (July 23 – August 22)
It’s hard to be a needy bitch when you can’t fully articulate what it is you fucking want. Normally, I would suggest some serious enema action but I think you’ll need a little bit more “unlocking” than that. You have so many requirements right now that it’s hard to pinpoint which one takes priority over the others. If you can manage to rearrange your needs in order of what’s most important, perhaps it’ll make it easier for you to express your desires. =====
VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)
You’re crankier than usual and gurl I don’t blame you. There is a certain unrest that exists in your innards and that shit is really hard to just shake off, T-Swift styles. And this discomfort has something to do with not knowing who your real allies are, if any. The more you focus on the status of your gayborhood, the less you’ll concentrate on knowing how tough you can really be by yourself. =====
LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)
The T is that you just don’t have the bandwidth to deal with all the good opportunities that are coming your way, to which I say, fuck you. The rest of us would love to have that problem. Delegation is key here, LIBBY, and choosing the right queens who are loyal and can get the job done is more important than evah. But if done correctly, you can go really far and you may be able to carry them hos witchu. =====
SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)
Oh, you untrusting sonofabish. What is interesting about the issue of trust that exists among your group of gays is that, feeling like you can’t express yourself freely with any of them stems from the fact that you can’t even trust your own thoughts and actions. If you sit with yourself long enough, you’ll be able to practice the act of self-caucusing and really figure out how to align your desires with your own behavior. =====
SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)
It’s hard to look ahead (which you’re usually good at) when there are all these needy queens right in front of you. Unfortunately, some of them will have to take priority over the others, because there’s only so much of you you can give. And as much as you wanna be all diplomatic and shit, you just don’t have the time nor the energy. Better to let them hos know who will be helped first, so the ignored can get the bitchy out of their systemz and move on with their lives faster. =====
CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)
The good and bad news this week is that you’ll be able to tell right away which queen has beef with you and who does not. And for those queens who got something to say, you just feel like you don’t have the wherewithal to deal with them. You have bigger tilapia to fry. But here’s the twist. There may be something to what these hos are saying. It don’t hurt to take a bit of a listen. =====
AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)
The real T is that not everything can be sunshiney-roses all day everyday and this impinges your ability to keep it one-oh-oh amongst your fans and constituents. But these hos have got to understand that you’re only human and you can’t cater to their fandom all the time. Take a moment to get out of the limelight and recharge. Regardless of what your fanbase may think, you just need some serious “me” time. You’re not just doing this for yourself, you’re doing it for errbody else. =====
PISCES (February 19 – March 20)
This obsessiveness about financial matters is taking your much needed attention away from what’s important: using your dreams to make you some dough. This is the time for you to be honing your craft and not losing yourself in some fantasy on what the end result may be. Because gurr, if you don’t have the product, the possibility of moolah won’t even be around. =====
ARIES (March 21 – April 19)
Time is your enemy this week. Limitations have been set upon yo ass and your main issue is wanting to have it all. If you keep going in this mode, you’ll be sorely muthafucking disappointed. Obsessing about time constraints will only make you miserable. The more you adopt a lah-dee-dah attitude, the more you’ll enjoy a lot of unexpected adventures, no matter how short lived each of them might be. =====
TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)
When a bitch reads you to filth today, trust and believe it’s coming from a place of love. This is easier said than done, of course, because a part of you will be all like, “who the fuck does this bitch think she is?” I suggest you tone the defenses down a bit and keep an open ear and an open mind. If you filter out this hos bitchitude, you’ll find kernels of useful truth in what she be sayin’. =====
(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)
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