YOOOOOO I JUST GOT MY FIRST LIBRARY CARD SINCE LIKE 2007 IT WAS SO EASY???

I'm glad we actually limited his powerset a bit more than that, I guess back in the 60s it wasn't as well known just how WEIRD "all the powers of earth's lizards" would be if true. Amazing Spiderman 6

Dangit I missed the window, gotta catch the next drop. (Never underestimate SH fans, they brought the guy back from the dead and haven't rested since)

WATSON'S SKETCHBOOK VOL 1 is available to purchase! 178 pages of black and white comics, illustrations, and occasional essays on Victorian queerness, covering the Watson's Sketchbook story from A STUDY IN SCARLET through SECOND INTERLUDE. Many of the comics have been updated and cleaned up from their online versions. Also they are signed and I drew a little guy inside!

ok but to be fair 'to give [thing] a fair tumble' is a legit expression for trying/giving something a chance (as in a tumble of the dice) as opposed to 'a tumble' meaning *ahem* mature activities (from the longer euphemism 'a tumble in the hay').

But the thing is both of those were known at the time so it could be surmised that this is a double entendre, thus foreshadowing her romance with Peter.

As we all know, Spider-Man can never resist a good pun ;D

Slang that either already meant something other than what the writers thought it did Or whose meaning REALLY shifted in intensity between now and 1965. Amazing Spiderman 31

I feel it must depend on your definition of salad, which at its broadest (a dish made of ingredients tossed together and/or suspended in jello) can be stretched to cover literally any food.

if you could only ever eat soup or salad for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

-@the-best-of-waynes

Soup, there's a variety of soups and if i had to choose one it would be tomato soup my Dad's recipe

@lieutenant-gordon

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I really do love the idea that Peter Parker's and Spider-Man's reputations are mirror images. The public thinks Spider-Man is a dangerous menace, and Peter Parker is a reliable nerd / source of photos. The hero community thinks Spider-Man is a stand-up guy and Peter Parker is a catty paparazzi. All anyone can agree on is that both are simultaneously the biggest dumbass to ever haunt New York

Harry: And why shouldn’t I blame Spiderman for your injuries?? He calls himself a hero, protecting civilians like you should be his priority! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick his ass for letting you get hurt!!

Peter: Because-

Newscaster on the tv next to Harry: In this footage you can see Peter Parker, known freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle, actually shove Dr. Doom out of his way while yelling “move it or lose it,” as he runs with his camera, presumably to capture more pictures of the vigilante known as “Spiderman”

Harry:

Peter: -I’m a dumbass.

You can argue that the first modern novel was one of these. 'Ivanhoe' has hella issues, obviously, but when I read through it in grade school you better believe my Robin Hood loving butt was psyched to see my hero show up in the middle and set things straight.

Given the proliferation of the various Herlock Sholmes style expies, that pretty much already exists.

And OCs for various fandoms are just another way of putting your own dolls in someone else's playhouse.

It all comes back around.

A recurring theme in late medieval literature is stories which are ostensibly tales of King Arthur or Robin Hood or some other popular or legendary figure, except in practice the narrative mostly concerns the tribulations of wholly original characters, with the figure the story is purportedly about appearing only briefly, often in a peripheral or supporting role, essentially as an excuse to use that figure's mythos as a framing device for original fiction.

You occasionally bump into a similar conceit in contemporary fan-media, but I have to wonder how widespread the device would be if it weren't for the warping influence of copyright on popular culture. Imagine if there was an entire body of respectable mainstream fiction, spanning a wide range of genres and mediums, unified solely by the fact that somewhere in the middle Batman shows up.

Ok but Tumblr keeps putting stuff from this fandom on my Dash for no reason and this was so GOOD that I literally just threw up my hands went 'dammit fine, this will clearly be my jam!" and ordered the dang book. I hope you're happy you have ensnared a soul, this will probably hurt so much more to watch once I have a hint of context.

Please, Shizun

So who's stopping you? Nothing in the technical definition of salad specifies temp :D . I know of at least one unhinged American-stlye diner that refers to stir fry as "a hot salad."

A crime against culinary terminology? Yes. A loophole for food-based rules lawyering? ALSO yes!

if you could only ever eat soup or salad for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

-@the-best-of-waynes

Soup, there's a variety of soups and if i had to choose one it would be tomato soup my Dad's recipe

@lieutenant-gordon

Based on my own and my familiy's life experiences, I've long held the sneaking suspicion many ghost stories on one side were 'dangit do you think they saw?!' tidbits on the other.

Imagine going on a walk on a really foggy day, enjoying the vaguely eerie, faint and distant aesthetic of it all, and the soft quiet of having no other people around. You're about to cross a familiar bridge when you suddenly feel lightheaded. It's nothing to worry about, just a weirdly wobbly feeling that means you should sit down. And probably get more iron in your diet. Either way, you need to get up and you need to cross this bridge to get home. But now being alone has put this weird fear in you - irrational or not - that if you walk over the bridge, you might get dizzy again and fall from it.

Weird and lonely problems require weird and lonely solutions. Since you're all alone here anyhow, you can act strange if you need to. So you get down on all fours - not on your hands and knees, but on the balls of your feet, like a dog. And like this, you start to slowly creep over the bridge. Nice and slow, happy about your solution that made it feel safe to cross and get home. You can be weird if you want to, nobody's judging here.

You're creeping at a comfortable speed, very slowly, but the bridge isn't that long. You can kind of make out the outlines of things on the other side through the mist. The end of the bridge, a familiar tree, a streetlamp, the silhouette of a bush and-

A person. A human figure. You freeze mid-step to stare. That is the most definitely the outline of a person, standing perfectly still. Staring right at you. You don't know how long this moment lingers, but eventually you can't hold your balance anymore and you have to step forward, placing your open palm back on the cold damp bridge. The figure turns, and takes off running. Bolting off in a very normal, startled way that anyone would when they're spooked.

It occurs to you that you only saw the vague outline of an unexpected person, an obscure figure standing in the fog. They, however, saw the vague outline of you, something perhaps vaguely human-shaped, but moving in a way that people simply do not, slowly, very slowly, creeping over a bridge.

Assuming that nobody would see you, you accidentally became someone's unexplained Silent Hill experience.