Liking An Unpopular Ship Is Like Being Dehydrated In A Desert And Liking A Popular Ship Is Like Being

Sometimes, Peter forgets he and Dick are related

So they’ll be sitting next to each other on the couch eating takeout and talking about their day or things they planned to do that weekend - only for the realisation to hit him.

That Dick isn’t just a distant cousin or close friend like some of his documents like to state - but in fact, a variant of his bio dad from another universe who he’s grown accustom to and come to appreciate in his own way.

The Richard Parker he’d heard about through the nostalgic tales of his uncle - confident, fiercely loyal and charismatic - sitting beside him in shorts and a ratty tee discussing the fortune cookie that he took upon himself to open (“it can’t be my fortune if it wasn’t supposed to be my cookie..right?”)

Dick wasn't some distant figure in the albums of photos Peter owned anymore, a memory trapped in folds of his mind where the outlines of a person he once knew grew faded and worn.

He was alive - a little weird but also funny, surprisingly dorky and kind of annoying when he wanted to be. Sometimes he laughed at a joke so loud it echoed across the apartment and other times he'd nod and pat his back in silent acknowledgement.

He’d fall asleep into his cereal one morning but be up early cooking pancakes and eggs the next.

His actual bedroom was kind of a mess and he caught the man sleeping atop a pile of his own folded laundry more than once.

(and lets not even bring up his lack of boundaries when it came to belongings - for someone who was supposedly an only child, Dick was such a sharer)

Sometimes, looking at him was bittersweet too.

When the inevitable thought followed, that his dad - his real dad - had never had the chance to surpass what the world and Peter knew him to be.

That he never lived long enough for Peter to discover the human he was outside of fatherhood. Outside of the sacrifice he made for his family, for his legacy - for his son.

The realisation is fleeting and soon lost to the ebb and flow of his consciousness - but the weight of it lingers.

A thought that haunts him, in their stretches of silence.

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headcanons / thoughts I’ve had from my Peter in Gotham fic

This is especially hilarious if you consider annabeths old actress’s Miley Cyrus ass stare

Like who is she trying to possess omgod stop

Pjo headcanon:

Percy “does not and will not make eye contact while talking and is struggling to pay attention” Jackson

vs

Annabeth “making direct eye contact 24/7 even if no one’s talking and is constantly taking in information” Chase

“What’s your fav hp ship” you can’t just ask me that. It’s personal. It’s private - there are LEVELS to this… I need to know how far along the ship pipeline you are to reveal mine

Like don’t have time to explain why harry x Luna works when im in the trenches of bluna discourse…mamas busy

[Damian and Peter sketching on some rooftop]

Damian: what did you draw?

Peter: (flipping his sketch book) A dog. And he’s bored. What did you draw?

Damian: (sighing) A stick.

Peter: A stick??

Damian: A stick from the park where YOU PROMISED TO TAKE ME TODAY!!!

HC: Peter Parker is a functioning alcoholic

But it’s subtle enough at first that no one really says anything. Like yeah he day drinks - but it was just brunch! And beers/mimosas are half off

:(( Everyone ordered drinks.

And there’s nothing wrong with having a cold beer after studying. Or a few. After missions is just a standard at this point. And some nights in require a little something to take the edge off - even if he just finished a six pack on his own.

Don’t even start with the liquor pen either - it was a joke. The gala was boringgggg it made things fun! And sure, no one under 40 really carries a flask…but it was a souvenir! Jason got it for him.

It’s not until Roy kind of points it out one morning that Dick even considers the idea at all.

Because surely not. Peter’s never been…and he’s never seen him blackout…a lot..but with his metabolism the guy burns through it a lot quicker than most…and it would take a lot to even keep him drun- oh god. He really is an alcoholic.

The intervention that followed wasn’t supposed to be dramatic. But if they really wanted that they definitely shouldn’t have invited Jason - who, unbeknownst to everyone, took it upon himself to hire PROFESSIONAL MOURNERS to cry and beg Peter not to ruin his life 😭

And then they played the alcohol awareness PSA video that Damian and Tim made?? But it was pretty clear they were bickering over the script in between cuts because Alfred drops the camera at one point to break them up 😭😭

Wally actually had no idea what they were supposed to be intervening (chronic gc ignorer) so he just made a sign that said ‘stop!!’ in hopes that no one would notice while he tried to gauge what the issue actually was (Artemis wouldn’t stop laughing which did nawtt help his case LMAO)

In the end Peter agreed to attend a few AA meetings and sober up at the request that Jason join him (Dick’s incessant invitation suddenly makes a whole lot of sense...but there’s nothing he can really do about it now)

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Some thoughts that my fanfic generated 💔 I promise I’m working on chapter 11 omgod

The original "Damn Bitch you live like this?"

Do you have any Peter in Gotham fic recs please? I just started yours and it’s DELICIOUS 😋 I crave for more..

Hi there! Glad you found it :)

The one I personally enjoyed the most was Peter the Pizza guy by Irisen. I liked Peter’s exploration of Gotham a lot in that fic, it’s realistic and it’s pretty well written!

Thanks for giving my work a read and I hope you enjoy the rec as well x

I know for a FACT he wouldn’t have ended up as a glorified wizard cop if they were together but alas

The potential of Luna and Harry is beyond just Luna being another female character that Harry was close with. She challenges him and makes him question the things he so easily accepted as reality, while still encouraging him to stay true to his own beliefs. He grounds her and gives her an anchor to hold on to without constricting her or trapping her in expectations.

She's weird and she ruins his street cred at Hogwarts but he doesn't care because she's one of the only people who wants him as Harry and not as Harry Potter. At a time where the only thing the Wizarding World is giving him is more grief, more loss, more pain, she reminds him of the magic he felt in his first year.

She is his ticket to staying in the Wizarding World. Not just as someone who has settled into the world and the role people expect of him, but as someone who wants to continue changing it. She is his period of Enlightenment. It's literally poetic. Shut up.

everyone remembers EXACTLY where they were when they read the first snippet of Mark of Athena at the end of SoN..Rick had me TWEAKING & locked inn

The wait between books back then…it wasn’t for the weak