Some Reality Web

I feel like I'm getting tired really easily lately.

Only four days until half price chocolate day. I'm pre-emptively getting my exercise in.

Who wants to help me move some things into the youth center?

[ Peter ]

I think you and I need to talk about secrets again. Is this a getting older thing, or a Spider-man thing, or both?

Note to self: organize your shiny new closet so you don't get attacked by a pointy-pink-penguin-pow avalanche every time you open it.

[Filter to Peter Parker]
Hey Peter. Do you know everyone here? Or, like, most people here?
[end]

[Filter to Tony Stark]
( In which Abbie word vomits at Tony )

This is probably something I could look up, but I'd rather ask the hive mind: Is the Museum of Natural History still here, and do I have to pay to go in?

This isn't where I just fucking was. What is going on? Can't an old man finally fucking rest without being hurled into some new timeline? Guessing no, which is just fantastic.

Kid, you out there? Did you make it?




I need a drink.

I have never been this attracted to men in codpieces and eyeliner before in my life. I don't know what this is, but I am okay with this swagger.

Apparently being a terrorist, revolutionary, CEO and adventurer doesn't translate terribly well to 'normal' employment.

Thus, falling back on the main position I've had to offer many.

I have secured a position teaching at the high school here, although the end of year is approaching, apparently there are summer options. Either way, having something to do will likely stop me from losing my mind or becoming an alcoholic, which Remy is fully facilitating.