Venkurory - Kurororopatka

I love Techno fanart

(u/krumblekat is artist)

He is approximately three apples tall

Could you do “Why did you choose me?” for Parkner?

"Why did you choose me?"

Harley's head turns suddenly, the words registering in his mind but not fully comprehending.

In his defense, he isn't expecting that sort of question while they're standing in the canned vegetable aisle of the grocery store.

Harley had been in an intense mental debate between two different brands of baked beans when Peter said the words that still aren't making sense.

"To go... grocery shopping with me?" Harley asks slowly.

"No. I... to be with you."

"At the grocery store?"

"In this relationship."

Harley blinks, the confusion quickly shifting into concern and alarm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Something's gotta be wrong if you're asking questions like that while holding a can of Del Monte corn. Which, maybe set that down before you crack it open." Harley gently pulls the now very dented can from Peter's hand, his touch slackening his grip. Harley intertwines their fingers. "Where's this comin' from?"

"There's a lot of corn in the world."

"...Yeah I guess so. Tennessee's more of a soybean state than corn, but I know there's the yellow and purple kind. Probably more. There's blue ones right? Because the chips are blue." He pauses. "We should get some salsa."

"Harley," Peter says, grabbing Harley's hand as he starts to drift towards the canned tomatoes. "There's a lot of corn in the world. There's corn on the cob and the kind that come off the cob in freezer bags and kernels that turn into popcorn—"

"I don't think I'm following."

"—and there's the kind that comes in the can," Peter finishes, breath heaving like he's just single-handedly fought of a whole hoard of aliens. "And... and the kind that comes in the can is tinny and it's submerged in water and you've gotta drain the water out and when you warm it up it gets hard but if you don't then it's lukewarm unless you put it in the fridge and have it cold but then the can is cold—"

"Peter," Harley says, grabbing Peter's face in his hands.

"I'm like canned corn. I've got all these extra steps and extra problems and extra baggage and trauma and you could have the corn on the cob or the frozen corn or anything easier than canned."

Harley stares at Peter, mind racing as it finally clicks. He runs a thumb over Peter's cheek and presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Corn on the cob's gotta be shucked. It makes a mess and doesn't always break easily and you gotta cook it and it doesn't taste the same if you boil it or broil it or grill it."

Peter's eyes go wide, clearly not expecting this response.

"Frozen corn's gotta be warmed up too. You can put it in the microwave but when you pour it, it's got boiling hot juice and condensation that spills on your hand when cut it open. And if you leave it in the fridge too long it gets stale and covered in frost and gets stuck together in one big ice-corn cube."

Harley taps his finger on Peter's chin, making a face like he's pretending to think. "And, y'know, now that you say it, I don't actually know how to make my own popcorn. I just get the kind that comes in the bag that you pop right into the microwave. I'm guessing it takes a lot of skill to not get everywhere and cook just right."

Harley smiles. "But I like canned corn a lot. It's reliable. You know what you're getting and you know it's gonna be good. And yeah, sure, cooking it might be a pain, but I don't see anything wrong with how it is. Just a spoon and a can of corn, juice and all."

Harley shakes Peter lightly by the shoulders. "I love you because you're you, Peter. Not because it's always gonna be easy. Not because you're the simplest choice. But because you're you, all of the tin and juice and inability to warm up."

Peter chuckles wetly.

"So you know what? Even if you've got more extra steps than the frozen corn or more problems than the corn on the cob or more trauma than the corn kernels — which, in my opinion, I think whatever that process is to turn it into popcorn is so much more traumatic than whatever you've got," Peter laughs again, "know that it's all worth it. Because I love you. And you're worth taking the extra steps. And you're also worth not taking any extra steps at all and just accepting who you are already."

Background painting & Color Key by Léa Pinto

I think one of the reasons Peter Parker/Jason Todd is more popular than Peter Parker/Tim Drake is because Spideyhood is a cool and unique ship name while Redspider apparently has to share tag space with fucking Warrior Cats!!!

The more they change...

The more they stay the same

SHUT UP WHAT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT 😭😭😭😭😭

Stalker!Gaz who had never intended to stalk you, he was just worried when he noticed how you barely have any survival instinct.

Like how you like to take a long walk alone, at night, with earphones on blasting loud music. How you often forgot to lock your door or have your curtains wide open while you carelessly strut around half-naked in your flat. How you somehow could fall asleep in public transport, leaving you and your belongings vulnerable. Or when you missed the last bus and you just casually hitch-hike with a stranger (seriously? who did that anymore)- fortunately, that stranger was him. That was the only one good thing that came from your carelessness, him being able to know you.

..So he can't just leave you alone, can't he? he had to protect you, beat up every creep that had the audacity to whistle your way, resisting a facepalm when you simply whistled back in response.

He felt like some kind of unofficial (and illegal) guardian angel more than a stalker really. And he was sure you would never realize it.

At first he was discreet, watching you at a safe distance. But eventually, he found out that you were very annoyingly oblivious.

Eventually, he would just sit beside you on the bus everytime he followed you home, not knowing if he wanted to be pissed or smile when you fall asleep with your head leaning against his shoulder. You were lucky it was him, what if you fell asleep on a creepy man instead?

this is based on me.. one time when i live alone, my landlord scolded me for keep forgetting to lock my door, and i was legit didn't understand coz i had no valuables except for my empty wallet, my laptop and camera was kept at work. and he legit yelled 'youre the valuable' and i was like oohh