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Learn to walk again
Can I have a lamp from the lamp museum?
No. Leave the museums alone.
Whaaaaaaaaat? Boo. 😒
i have blood all over me, a dislocated shoulder, i’m smoking, im dehydrated, and feel like i’m about to pass out.
life is not worth the living.
Have an M&M
Open Rp
Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.
It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.
It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.
Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.
He'd be okay. Probably.
[Anyway, tags @jesuswarriordaughter , @j4yyyz and @parselysagerosemaryandi if u want me to erase u or add u just say so :3]
Thyme knocks on the window of the living room. Yup, living room. She has boundaries, not just going to knock on a bedroom window.
"Peter Parker, you live here, right?" She asked
Peter jumped. "Uh- Thyme?" What was Thyme doing all the way at Wayne Manor. He got up quickly, wincing at his injuries.
"Hey! How are you doing?" He chirped. He usually sounded so upbeat, but he couldn't seem to grasp the tone today.
"sup man" she wiggled through the window and fell on the ground. "Ouch."
She stood up and brushed herself off. "Hey man. Nah, I just come in here sometimes. Don't worry about it. You look mopey, what's going on?"
"Nothing, really. Just- something that happened last year. Yknow that like, half the world died for 5 years?"
Peter was too tired to lie. He tried to add the joking lilt to his voice, but it fell flat.
She had a blank sort of look. "Wait, what? Who did that? I feel so bad, I must not have been paying attention...who died for you, then?"
She cleared her throat, "or maybe, they came back. What happened? How does everybody die and then come back, and more importantly, how come I didn't ever notice?"
She sat down on the carpeted floor, criss-cross. "Anyway, I brought you a bag of M&Ms" she holds up a bag full of red and blue candies. "They're good for emotional trauma and stab wounds"
"I did." Peter then realized most people didn't just. Die. "I came back though? Like i said, it was like a 5 year nap....thanks for the M&M's." Peter counted in his head ,thinking he might get to 14 before Thyme either ran away or never talked to him again.
“No problem, bro” she sat down and dumped the bag on the carpet and started meticulously sorting them by color.
“That's weird. I mean, what's the science behind that? Did you clog the afterlife for five years and they spat you out? Am I being too nosy? I'm sorry, I'm not actually used to having friends…” She laughed sort of awkwardly and waggled her fingers, Depressed Jazz Hands style.
“I mean I did crawl through the window of a manor that neither of us actually live at.”She turned sharply towards Peter. “He didn't adopt you yet, did he?” (She talked a lot.)
"aw frick, I'm talking about myself again. Tell me about what happened five years ago. How's that affecting you now?"
"Nah, Mr. Da- Mr. Stark changed time, and we killed a titan, he almost died but we saved the world. And yes, Mr. Wayne has in fact adopted me. Weird custody thing." Peter replied. "Neither am I, don't worry."
Peter froze. "Ah. It'd be better we talked about you, haha."
"oh sounds like the weird crap that happens here all the time." She said, stacking M&Ms in piles that keep falling over.
"oh cool, you're adopted now." She said, eating one. "Trust me, you don't want to know about me. I'm so basic."

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Reason #14 for why I love Bruce Wayne.
Proper to a fault (Alfred taught him well)
From Batman (1940) #561 (Road to No Man’s Land) by Chuck Dixon and Jim Aparo
Open Rp
Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.
It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.
It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.
Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.
He'd be okay. Probably.
[Anyway, tags @jesuswarriordaughter , @j4yyyz and @parselysagerosemaryandi if u want me to erase u or add u just say so :3]
Thyme knocks on the window of the living room. Yup, living room. She has boundaries, not just going to knock on a bedroom window.
"Peter Parker, you live here, right?" She asked
Peter jumped. "Uh- Thyme?" What was Thyme doing all the way at Wayne Manor. He got up quickly, wincing at his injuries.
"Hey! How are you doing?" He chirped. He usually sounded so upbeat, but he couldn't seem to grasp the tone today.
"sup man" she wiggled through the window and fell on the ground. "Ouch."
She stood up and brushed herself off. "Hey man. Nah, I just come in here sometimes. Don't worry about it. You look mopey, what's going on?"
"Nothing, really. Just- something that happened last year. Yknow that like, half the world died for 5 years?"
Peter was too tired to lie. He tried to add the joking lilt to his voice, but it fell flat.
She had a blank sort of look. "Wait, what? Who did that? I feel so bad, I must not have been paying attention...who died for you, then?"
She cleared her throat, "or maybe, they came back. What happened? How does everybody die and then come back, and more importantly, how come I didn't ever notice?"
She sat down on the carpeted floor, criss-cross. "Anyway, I brought you a bag of M&Ms" she holds up a bag full of red and blue candies. "They're good for emotional trauma and stab wounds"
"I did." Peter then realized most people didn't just. Die. "I came back though? Like i said, it was like a 5 year nap....thanks for the M&M's." Peter counted in his head ,thinking he might get to 14 before Thyme either ran away or never talked to him again.
“No problem, bro” she sat down and dumped the bag on the carpet and started meticulously sorting them by color.
“That's weird. I mean, what's the science behind that? Did you clog the afterlife for five years and they spat you out? Am I being too nosy? I'm sorry, I'm not actually used to having friends…” She laughed sort of awkwardly and waggled her fingers, Depressed Jazz Hands style.
“I mean I did crawl through the window of a manor that neither of us actually live at.”She turned sharply towards Peter. “He didn't adopt you yet, did he?” (She talked a lot.)
"aw frick, I'm talking about myself again. Tell me about what happened five years ago. How's that affecting you now?"
Open Rp
Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.
It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.
It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.
Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.
He'd be okay. Probably.
[Anyway, tags @jesuswarriordaughter , @j4yyyz and @parselysagerosemaryandi if u want me to erase u or add u just say so :3]
Thyme knocks on the window of the living room. Yup, living room. She has boundaries, not just going to knock on a bedroom window.
"Peter Parker, you live here, right?" She asked
Peter jumped. "Uh- Thyme?" What was Thyme doing all the way at Wayne Manor. He got up quickly, wincing at his injuries.
"Hey! How are you doing?" He chirped. He usually sounded so upbeat, but he couldn't seem to grasp the tone today.
"sup man" she wiggled through the window and fell on the ground. "Ouch."
She stood up and brushed herself off. "Hey man. Nah, I just come in here sometimes. Don't worry about it. You look mopey, what's going on?"
"Nothing, really. Just- something that happened last year. Yknow that like, half the world died for 5 years?"
Peter was too tired to lie. He tried to add the joking lilt to his voice, but it fell flat.
She had a blank sort of look. "Wait, what? Who did that? I feel so bad, I must not have been paying attention...who died for you, then?"
She cleared her throat, "or maybe, they came back. What happened? How does everybody die and then come back, and more importantly, how come I didn't ever notice?"
She sat down on the carpeted floor, criss-cross. "Anyway, I brought you a bag of M&Ms" she holds up a bag full of red and blue candies. "They're good for emotional trauma and stab wounds"
Open Rp
Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.
It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.
It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.
Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.
He'd be okay. Probably.
[Anyway, tags @jesuswarriordaughter , @j4yyyz and @parselysagerosemaryandi if u want me to erase u or add u just say so :3]
Thyme knocks on the window of the living room. Yup, living room. She has boundaries, not just going to knock on a bedroom window.
"Peter Parker, you live here, right?" She asked
Peter jumped. "Uh- Thyme?" What was Thyme doing all the way at Wayne Manor. He got up quickly, wincing at his injuries.
"Hey! How are you doing?" He chirped. He usually sounded so upbeat, but he couldn't seem to grasp the tone today.
"sup man" she wiggled through the window and fell on the ground. "Ouch."
She stood up and brushed herself off. "Hey man. Nah, I just come in here sometimes. Don't worry about it. You look mopey, what's going on?"
Can I have some???????
Hn. Fine.
Thanks dad!!!!

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Open Rp
Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.
It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.
It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.
Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.
He'd be okay. Probably.
[Anyway, tags @jesuswarriordaughter , @j4yyyz and @parselysagerosemaryandi if u want me to erase u or add u just say so :3]
Thyme knocks on the window of the living room. Yup, living room. She has boundaries, not just going to knock on a bedroom window.
"Peter Parker, you live here, right?" She asked
My crappy PHM OC:
based off some random rock I found in my room!!
They talk a lot and it's really high pitched!!
I know!!!
It's a terrible drawing!!
Some adore me,
some hate me,
It is a machine,
a murder,
Or it may set you free
,Some say it's romantical
Some make it fanatical,
It can be made of docs or crooks
So tell me,
What precedes the dot and crook?”
(I made this up myself! No AI! There's an answer!)
A book.
Wrong-o!!!
//OOC I LEGIT HAVE NO IDEA ;A;
The Answer is...*drumroll*
A MYSTERY!!!!
Explanation of the riddle:
some people are obsessed with mysteries
Some people hate them
The Scooby doo van is called the MYSTERY MACHINE
there's murder mysteries
And some mysteries identify villains as victims setting them free
Some say a mystery is romantic
Some people are obsessive
Doctors solve mysteries, crooks make them
So what comes before a dot and crook....
A dot and crook is a big ol' ❓
Some adore me,
some hate me,
It is a machine,
a murder,
Or it may set you free
,Some say it's romantical
Some make it fanatical,
It can be made of docs or crooks
So tell me,
What precedes the dot and crook?”
(I made this up myself! No AI! There's an answer!)
A book.
Wrong-o!!!
I have brown hair and blue eyes, are you kicking me to the streets
No.

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How the heck does one draw eyeballs.
Start with a droopy arch and then draw a circle that is being eaten by the top of the arch so that it looks like it's cosplaying a semicircle. Then add in a little white dot to reflect some light off the pupil. Make the iris kinda small and unevenly colored. Then do a swoopy to close the bottom of the eye. Big lashes on top, baby lashes on the bottom
…okay so what if the problem with the taomeba never happened on the way back home. What if the radiation never got onto the Blip-A. What if Rocky ended up back on Erid, and Grace made it back to Earth. What if they missed each other desperately forever.
What if Grace made a lopsided crochet Rocky and cuddled it every night.
What if Rocky couldn’t stop making xenonite puppets of his alien friend.
What if I made myself cry, what about that? Huh? What then?