Peter was more exhausted than he had been in weeks. He had been so good about sleep lately–he had even made a schedule to keep himself from having another falling-asleep-during-an-acid-lab incident–but this week had decided to be a serious dick to him.
So he found it perfectly understandable to skip his last class of the day (which was advanced mechanical engineering, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t catch up later) in favor of going home and napping. Because he had almost used his phone as a coffee stirrer an hour ago, and that seemed to make it clear the coffee wouldn’t really cover only having six hours of sleep in the past two nights combined.
Peter yawned for about the millionth time that day and scrubbed a hand over his face as he walked up to his apartment door. He started to lazily pat at his pockets for his keys with his other hand–and came up empty.
He frowned and patted himself down again. No jingle. No pointy key-ends. Frowning harder, he dropped his backpack and started to paw through it, even though he rarely kept his keys anywhere but his pockets (they’d been stolen from his backpack once and he still wasn’t over it). Unsurprisingly and unfortunately, he came up with nothing.
Peter briefly felt the urge to cry. All he wanted was a nap. He thought back through his day. He didn’t take them out when he was in the coffee shop–he didn’t even sit down. From what he could recall, he didn’t take them out in class either (because why would he?). Which left him with one, horribly stupid option–they were still sitting on his kitchen counter.
Inside his apartment. Because he was an idiot.
“Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.” he snapped at the door.
Despite being a functional adult who could deal with this problem in a rational way, Peter was very tired. So he did a rather petty thing and kicked his door, hard.
Crying was seeming like an increasingly appealing option. Peter’s landlord already didn’t like him. He didn’t need to give him another reason to think he was a bad tenant (which, to be fair, he was, because with his superhero agenda–and his superhero friends–his apartment had been through a lot) by saying he’d lost his keys…again.
Peter sighed and sat down, leaning against his door and throwing his backpack next to him. He honestly didn’t think he had the energy to suit up and climb up to his window. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to find his window.
But he still needed to get in his apartment. Maybe he could magically learn how to pick locks without any effort. Or he could see if any of his neighbors would pick his lock for him–
Wait. I know someone who can pick locks.
Peter was both suddenly grateful and suddenly dreading what he knew he had to do. He sighed very hard and pulled out his phone and for the first time EVER dialed a number he never thought he would need to.
After two rings, he got an answer.
“Deadpool speaking.” Wade’s voice growled at him.
“Wade? It’s–Spider-man.” Peter awkwardly finished, almost just saying ‘Peter’.
The change in Wade’s tone was instant. “Yo, Spidey!” he screeched.
Peter winced and immediately regretted his decision. “Hi, Wade. I need a favor.”
“…Is it a murder-y favor? Because I’ve been trying not to do that so much and–”
“It’s not a job, Wade. I’m locked out of my apartment and I need you to pick my lock.”
There was a pause, and Peter swears he heard a snicker. “Did you web your keys to the wall or something?” Wade joked, then started to poorly cover up a laugh.
“I’m hanging up.” Peter snapped, and started to.
“Wait, wait!” Wade shouted, and Peter didn’t hang up. “I’ll help you, Spidey. Can you text me the address?”
“Yeah. Please show up before I have to sleep in my hallway.” Peter requested, then hung up. He typed out his address and sent it to Wade, who responded with a thumbs-up emoji, a winking-tongue-face emoji that Peter never understood, and informed him he’d be there in fifteen minutes.
Peter sighed and pulled out his Spider-man mask from his backpack. He really didn’t want to put it on, but Wade didn’t know his identity and Peter didn’t really think trusting him with it was a good idea.
Then again, he had just given him his address. That was almost worse, in a way. Wade was unarguably the most unstable man he knew, and he was coming over to pick Peter’s lock for him.
Peter briefly wondered if this was how he was destined to die. Not by some super-villain, but by letting a crazy person know his address.
I’m literally letting an axe-murderer into my house. Oh my god, this is how I die.
Peter was still busy imaging scenarios of Wade brutally murdering him when Wade showed up and raised an eyebrow at Peter’s sad scene. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, which was surprising, though he still had both his mask and gloves on.
“Spidey?” he asked, then it clicked why Wade was looking at him funny.
Peter had forgotten to ever put his mask on.
“Uh, yeah. Hi, Wade.”
Wade suddenly slapped a hand over his eyes. “You forgot your mask.”
Peter sighed. “I guess I did. But I also gave you my address, so I figured if you were gonna murder me I couldn’t stop you.”
“Never mind. I’m tired. Please break into my apartment so I can sleep.” Peter said, gesturing at the door handle by his head.
Wade chuckled and walked over. He knelt down next to Peter and started to work on the lock with a bunch of tools that looked like torture devices. “So, not that I’m complaining, but why did you call me for this? You’ve never even used my number before.”
“Long story short, my landlord hates me already and everyone else would never let me live down leaving my keys in my apartment and not realizing it until now.”
“That’s fair.” Wade shrugged, then the door made a click and Wade turned the handle, and to Peter’s sleepy amazement, it opened. “Ta-da. All better.”
Peter gaped at how fast Wade had done that. After a second of chuckling at him, Wade offered him a hand. Peter took it and was heaved to his feet. He grabbed his backpack and entered, expecting Wade to follow.
But he didn’t. Wade stayed in the doorway, rocking back and forth on his feet.
Peter turned back and looked at him. He looked like a lost puppy. Well, a lost puppy who was trying to see as much as he possibly could from a doorway. Peter sighed. “Just come in.”
Wade giggled and ran in, immediately going everywhere. “I’m in Spider-man’s apartment!”
Peter slowly followed him, eventually ended up in his bedroom, where Wade was fiddling with things on his desk. “Don’t break anything.” he ordered, then promptly collapsed onto his bed face-down.
After a moment, he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. “Aw, is Spidey sleepy?” Wade cooed.
“Fuck off.” Peter snapped, and Wade laughed.
“That’s fair. I like your apartment, by the way. Tasteful.”
Peter snorted. “Does it accurately show off my college student budget?”
“Impeccably.” Wade said, flopping down on the bed next to him. “Dude, how old is this mattress?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if it witnessed JFK’s murder, to be honest.”
Wade laughed, then they fell into silence. Peter was honestly half-asleep before Wade broke the silence again, and even then he didn’t really wake up. “Should I go?”
“Hmm?” Peter asked, turning to look at him.
“Should I leave? You seem about two seconds away from hibernation.”
Peter shrugged. “Probably. I’m gonna sleep for about fifty hours now.”
Wade smiled at him and sat up. “That’s fair. See you on your next patrol?”
“Considering you know where I live, I don’t think I can stop you from showing up to all of them.”
“Probably not. Sleep well, Spidey.”
Peter just hummed an answer and snuggled deeper into his pillow, listening to Wade’s footsteps get fainter–then get louder again.
Wade poked his head back into Peter’s room. “For the record, I like your face.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Go home, Wade.”
“It’s a nice face. Excellent face. That hair is killer. Do you condition?”
“Right, right. I’m going. Call me if you need a number for an actual locksmith, baby boy.” Wade chuckled, then left for real.
Peter threw his cover onto himself, rolled over into the spot Wade had made surprisingly warm in his short time there, and slept better than he had in what felt like years.
it’s been such a long time since i’ve done one of these wtf ?? anyway great way of starting off i guess … . uhh okay so basically this follow forever is a THANK YOU follow forever to all the people who’ve been sticking by my side all this time. personally, i rarely follow back (and me following first happens almost never i’m so sorry djhgbdfhjgd me, a terrible person) and the people whom i’m following i’ve been following for so long i’m just? y’all brighten up my dash tbh. after having my blog deleted not once, but TWICE, while i was feeling down and considered just leaving for good so many of you helped me get up to my feet and that really helped back then.
i’m starting to ramble and that’s no good so without further ado, here i heccin’ go!!!! time to be bamboozled!!!!! / / / BOLD = amigos OR if you see yourself bolded and think ‘wtf we never talked ?? weirdo !!!!” worry not!!! this simply means that i rlly enjoy your presence on my dash - also, some ppl in bold i’ve talked to before and even tho we’re not necessarily friends it simply means that i truly enjoyed talking to u when i did and it left some mark on me and that some day we’ll definitely be in touch again … . . when my Health stops deciding to ruin all my relations dgbdfjgh
*and finally, a lil message to my friends and not only, but to everyone whom i talk to: i’m sorry for not doing so these days. life’s a roller coaster, and i find myself falling behind with each day but once everything settles down (hopefully soon) i’m really looking forward to chatting and just ?? catching up with y’all … . i really miss you and i lov u and i hope you’re all having a great time!!!! me @ y’all: treat yo self
Summary: After months of planning and preparation, the five kings finally embark on their quest to the Nether to retrieve Geoff’s soul. At the same time, worlds are beginning to collide as Midas sets about his mission to return from the End.
A developing relationship promises peace between the kingdoms - but when old fears return to haunt them, it threatens to set the kings in conflict with each other once again.
Ray stepped through the portal into the Plains with practiced ease. His stomach no longer lurched at the transition - he moved as easily as if he was stepping into another room rather than travelling thousands of kilometres into an instant.
He emerged into the throne room of the Plains castle just as Gavin arrived through the Wild portal opposite him. Their eyes met as they appeared at the same time, and they shared a smile.
“Hey,” Ray called out, “I wondered when you were gonna come. You know what Geoff wants us here for?”
Sorry for not answering asks as quickly lately ;;;; ,,, My laptop has been acting up, but I’m going to try to get some asks done on my moms old ipad tomorrow. But since I’m not used to drawing on that, I’d really appreciate some outfit/costume submissions with any host member, just so I can start getting used to it.
Omg I need to start a raffle for this soon… but first I have to finish the prizes of the last raffle qwq
Sorry I’m bad at organising my things and at the moment school doesn’t give me a break to catch up my breath and I will start my projects and drawings, when all my exams will end ;-;
Orphan Black and Mass Effect: Weaponized Sterilization
Clearly I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the themes and narrative elements of Oprhan Black extend to video games. So as I watched episode 6,
“Certain Agony of the Battlefield”, I started think a lot about Mass Effect and the Krogan Genophage.
Be warned, I’m going to discuss and spoil plot elements for Orphan Black up through episode 6 of season 3 and somebrief elements of the Mass Effect trilogy. If you don’t want to be spoiled for either, this is your warning to stop reading. But I suggest playing the Mass Effect series. It’s well written and moving game play that will stick with you long after finishing it.
For the uninitiated, Mass Effect is a video game trilogy that takes place in the future. You play as Commander Shepard, an Alliance military commander that is out to save the universe from a threat known only as the Reapers. This game is very plot driven and complex so I will be focusing on one small aspect of the story: Krogan sterilization. The Krogan are an alien race in Mass Effect that are dwindling in numbers because they are mysteriously unable to successfully repopulate. Through the course of the series, the player learns that the cause of the inability of the Krogan to reproduce is due to a forced genetic mutation, called the Genophage, that causes the number of viable births to drop dramatically. Essentially, the Genophage is a weaponized way of keeping the population “under control”. While the initial goal of the Genophage was not forced sterilization, the long term effect was the same and has left the entire race on the verge of extinction.
In the most recent episode of Orphan Black, Dr. Coady touts the benefits of having a weaponized virus that would sterilize the enemy. “We could end wars in a single generation without spilling a drop of blood”. She says that it could literally “rewrite the very nature of humankind”. While Coady’s intent might be well-placed, her methods and scientific journey to get there is questionable at best and completely unethical.
In both Mass Effect and this story thread in Orphan Black, unethical science has removed the agency of others in order to stem war. In order to achieve that end, the agency of those affected is completely removed and ignored. And for Orphan Black in particular, the theme of bodily autonomy and reproductive agency of women is again highlighted as all reproductive choice is forcibly taken from them. As their humanity and agency has been ignored and removed; these women have become nothing more than a testing pool for a weaponized virus that intends to perpetuate forced sterility for those that are labeled as enemies and outsiders. Dr. Coady justifies this behavior as not only beneficial to the Castor group, but ultimately to humanity as a whole. In her mind, the ability of science to end war trumps the unethical means she takes to achieve it.
While the Genophage storyline for Mass Effect has ended, the transmittable disease that Castor is spreading, has not. There are a range of possibilities that the rest of season 3 and beyond could take us in terms of perpetuating, destroying, or curing the disease that is killing both the Castor and Leda and the numerous women that have sadly become inflicted through contact with Castor. I’m excited to see how the clone illnesses and potential for weaponized viruses play out through the rest of the series.
(Also, I’m not sure how much interest there is in Clone Club, but I’ve been thinking about posting a list of video games with similar themes, plot points, and concepts to Orphan Black. If that’s something enough people are interested in, let me know and I can make that available to everyone in Clone Club. I appreciate everyone’s notes and tags on the things I’ve written. You guys are fantastic!)
reserving my thoughts on Castle’s season 8, despite all indications that it
was going to be very different from the show I know, because I wanted to wait
and see first.
Now that we’re
four episodes into the new season, I can safely say that the show I once loved
that they broke up Castle and Beckett is not even what bothers me. I actually
think breaking them up had good story potential and could lead to an
interesting arc. Castle and Beckett’s relationship had become so “one note” and disinteresting.
There were never any major challenges or obstacles that they had to overcome
together. They were unnaturally happy all the time. There were no fights, and
even if there was any disagreement, it was never really explored and it was
either quickly brushed over or fixed by one of them throwing a corny line. All
the major milestones of their relationship were botched. The first date, the
first “I love you”, the first fight, talk about where their relationship was
going, moving in together, learning to live in each other’s space, merging
their lives together, figuring out how Beckett was going to fit into Castle’s
relationship with his daughter and the other way around, the proposal, the
wedding, conversation about Castle’s previous marriages and how this one was
going to be different, Kate wanting to learn more about Castle, like why he
wanted to be a writer, which is something that was hinted at since season 2,
and so many other milestones of what a realistic relationship would be in these
circumstances that were never really explored on the show. Even when they were,
they were sacrificed in the name of a dramatic cliffhanger, so it either didn’t
make sense or it was tainted by poor timing and bad circumstances. On top of
all this, SK and NF’s chemistry really wasn’t working. Most intimate scenes looked awkward and Castle looked more in love with Kate in s1-s4 than ever since they’d been together.
So, for me,
a shake-up was definitely needed. Breaking them up and rebuilding them from
scratch actually sounded like a good idea.
writers forget that you can’t just hit reset and pretend this is season 3. You
can’t just do a do-over. Castle and Beckett have been together for 3 years and
are actually married. This can’t be like
season 3. Having Castle play the annoying 9-year-old that chases his wife
around against her wishes is not cute or funny when you’re talking about a
grown man that was just dumped by his wife for no reason whatsoever. It just makes him look like a doormat and
worst of all, dumb. You could maybe argue that there was always a hint of a
doormat in him (which I don’t necessarily agree, but I can see the point), but he
was never dumb.
I’m still catching up on Flux Buddies, so here. Remember a billion years ago when they kept trying to do the activation ritual, and they kept failing and having to wait until midnight, and Kim started to talk about the history of Africa while Duncan wandered around in wolf form howling sadly? This is that scene.