Wait, No, I Think I’ve Heard About It Before! It’s What Happens When You Knock Somebody Unconscious

parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?

can i call u nicknames???? i can’t think of any but ill do some thinking

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Depends. Most nicknames I’m fine with, I’ve taken all sorts of names that weren’t mine. As long as it isn’t something like “face eater” or “chomper.”

I think being Ukranian I grew up seeing all those beautiful foxes from Soviet Cartoons and for that reason I just never really got the hype about Nick Wilde. He's like nothing to me. That, and his stance on abortion.

i think we should be meaner about people who are super reliant on chatgpt or whatever other AI. i think we should call them intellectually weak and emotionally stunted and mindless corporate shills who have no personalities and who are actively diminishing their capacity for human empathy and creative thought. and i think we should point and laugh at them and call them dweebs

“Ah, yes. My first host was able to form complete symbiosis with me. Unfortunately, he passed and I was… Unable to save him. After that I’ve been hopping from host to host ever since, I haven’t found one that can fully sustain complete symbiosis without dying soon after. I’ve gone through many, many hosts, unfortunately.”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter

Parasite paused, glancing over to where Peter had placed the vial.

“Who’s that?”

They reached over, its eyes wide in an almost entranced state as they stared at the vial. The symbiote didn’t seem similar, but they were curious now. Why did this spider-person have a symbiote? Was it theirs? Had they stolen it?

//supposed to be posted earlier, but it never did go out

Location: A hole in the wall laboratory

Time and Date: 19:00 pm; March 3, 2025

TW// blood, ethical wrongs

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Peter was sitting at a work bench in a lab that looks like it’d seen better days. The lights above were flickering madly, giving an eerie presence to the surrounding equipment. Various vials and chemical compounds sat idly on shelves and the several other tables.

One of them stood out though. It was moving. Yeah, moving. It sat next to a normal vial of blood that seemed to be sparking a small bit. “C’mon Pete…” he mumbled as he pushed the chair back. “C’mon.”

He stalked towards the two vials and tilted his head. Moving. It was living. The vial was a tube of Eddie Brock and Venom’s combined blood— it’s what had created carnage. Eddie and Peter had come up with this together— a potential life saving procedure— and now Pete was carrying it out. Or he was going to try to.

He was on two different sides. On one hand? He could potentially save lives, help the world for the greater good, and all it would take was a little bit of blood sequencing. On the other? This was living. It was alive. It couldn’t live on its own, but Peter was keeping it alive and healthy in the cold tube.

He swallowed thickly as he picked it up and twisted it in his fingers. “C’mon. Just don’t mess it up this time. Don’t mess it up like you did with yours… don’t… don’t screw it up, Pete. Then it’ll be humane, right?”

He realized he was… shaking. He set the vial down and moved back to his desk. He slumped down and sighed heavily. “Fuck.” Humanity. Inhumane. Ethics. All of those damn rules.. what would Mr. Stark say?

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“Yes, yes!”

Parasite didn’t waste a second, latching onto their arm instantly and climbing over to their shoulder.

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

the plot of civil war in one image

@official-buckybarnes WHAT DOES IT MEAN THERE’S TWO OF THEM NOW???

Bucky, in his apartment: *drinking his morning coffee while watching the news*

*News broadcast showing Joaquin going after two missiles and Sam surfing on another one while getting shot at*

Bucky, slowly putting down his cup and staring at the TV blankly: ... Oh my god, there's two of them.