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my name is chelsea and my favorite things are iced coffee, over-sized cardigans and projecting all of my issues and feelings on foggy nelson. i write banter and dirty fluff. same name on ao3!
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nothing i play and put online is meant to be a cover because i have very sparse skill and knowledge but is rather personal enrichment that i share because i need someone to know what i'm doing all the time or i'll die
anyway, chappell roan
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i accidentally slept with my door shut last night and i think bunny was mildly traumatized
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do i buy a ps5 just to play baldur's gate as recommend by thirty odd people specifically for me or is that crazy
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this is from years ago and i likely haven't done yoga since but i'm very into that yoga teacher idea
i’m starting to do yoga before i go to sleep because Health and Stuff (i love jessamyn stanley so much, i want to marry her) and, anyway, i’m gonna write yoga!teacher matt a s a p
(also one of my bingo squares is flexibility, so……)
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For Drabble prompt, Peter babysits Mary because our boys are desperate and Peter wants to be a helpful neighborhood spiderboi?
I LOVE IT.
“No shenanigans,” Foggy says. “That’s your one rule.”
“There are more rules than that,” Matt says.
“Is that rule for me or Mary, Mr. Nelson?” Peter asks, nervously. There is currently a six-year-old clinging to his back and humming what Foggy’s pretty sure is the Imperial March. Their daughter is spectacularly weird.
“…Mary,” Foggy says, after a minute. “You hear that, kid?”
“No shenanigans,” Mary repeats, butchering the word shenanigans and not sounding earnest at all.
“There’s a helpful list on the kitchen counter,” Matt says. “Oh, and she’s going to try to get you to give her coffee because somebody let her try it—”
“It was a frappucino,” Foggy says.
“So don’t give in to that,” Matt says, “because she’ll break everything in the house and try to climb out the window.”
“Wonder who she learned that from,” Foggy mutters.
“No coffee,” Peter says, nodding. “No windows.”
“No shenanigans,” Mary says, brightly, climbing around until Peter’s holding her instead, precariously balanced on his hip while she wraps her arms around him and beams at her dads. “Are you leaving yet?”
“Wow,” Foggy says, amused, taking Matt’s arm, “I can tell when I’m not wanted.”
“We’ll be back before midnight,” Matt says, letting Foggy drag him towards the door. “There are emergency numbers on the list—call Karen if we don’t answer for some reason.”
“Got it,” Peter says, sounding like he’s about 40% sure that he’s actually got it.
“Be good, baby girl,” Foggy says, then makes Peter looks about 25% sure when he adds, “I expect for Peter to have all his limbs when we get back.”
“Love you,” Matt says.
“Love you, too,” Peter says, automatically, then turns bright red. “Uhm, I mean—”
“We love you, too, Spidey,” Foggy says, laughing. “Good luck.”
“No coffee!” Matt calls over his shoulder, before the door shuts behind them.
“No windows!” Peter yells back.
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I'M SORRY, I'M MAKING THIS MY WHOLE PERSONALITY
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HI, i am getting a lot of new followers! i am not writing much right now (attempting to change that) but i've got an alarming amount of mainly matt/foggy content on ao3 & my "my fic" tag on here if that's why you're here.
right now you're mainly getting pictures of my cat but she's pretty cool
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seanan mcguire reblogged that foggy & peter ficlet??? what's happening.
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I think you just won Tumblr.
i am still shaken. almost a decade of writing foggy has led to neil gaiman liking one of my posts. it's all worth it.
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This is getting notes so I need to share that I wrote a fic you will like a lot if you like this ficlet: what to do (with a boy like you)
“It’s more of a really dramatic scratch,” Foggy says. “Just make sure he keeps it bandaged up so it doesn’t get infected. And tell him not to fight crime for a few days—” He glances behind him to see Peter come out of the bathroom wearing the change of clothes that May brought him. “Hey, don’t fight crime for a few days.”
“What if the crime fights me first?” Peter asks.
“Then you ask for help,” Foggy says. “I’ll make sure you’ve got friends in your area.”
“So good to know he’s being looked out for by the violent grown adult men whose company he keeps,” May sighs, wiggling her fingers at Peter who goes willingly into a hug, pulling a face when she presses a firm kiss to his temple. “We’ll be playing a three-day long marathon of Scrabble. You won’t even have time to think about kicking ass.”
“I hate Scrabble,” Peter mutters. “You always cheat.”
“Boggle, then,” May says. She wiggles her fingers at Foggy, too, who steps closer and lets her kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for watching out for him.”
“Any time,” Foggy says. “He’s always my least offensive houseguest.”
“Did you hear that, buddy? High praise,” May says, gathering a squirmy looking Peter against her side tightly. “See you later, Nelson.”
Foggy waves them off and takes another drink of the coffee. It’s disgusting but also perfect. She’s his new best friend; he’d drop Matt for her in a second.
Foggy’s gotten pretty decent at naming which red-themed vigilante is coming through his window in the middle of the night without even opening his eyes: Matt tries to be quiet so he doesn’t wake him up, Deadpool is talking before he even gets the window open and Peter knocks like a goddamn decent human being.
“Come in!” he yells, deciding that he won’t get out of bed until he knows if there’s an emergency or Peter just wants to raid his first aid kit and fridge.
“Sorry, Mr. Nelson,” Peter says, climbing inside and dropping lightly to the floor. “I know it’s late but I had a question.”
“Shoot, Spiderboy,” Foggy says, sitting up to see Peter lingering awkwardly close by in full Spiderman gear and oversized hoodie, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“It’s just that Mr. Murdock said that you might be willing to look over one of my essays,” Peter says, “but I kind of got distracted doing, y’know--” Peter makes a vague punching motion with a soft pow sound. “--and it’s kind of due tomorrow morning.”
“Oh my god,” Foggy says, sighing and pushing aside his sheets to get out of bed. “This is actually the least stressful thing one of you weirdos has ever asked me to do. What’s your essay about?”
“Macbeth.”
“Y’know, Matt was an English major,” Foggy says, huffing out a laugh and finding a sweatshirt to pull on before he turns on the lights. “You should probably be offended that he passed you off on me.”
“What was your major?” Peter asks.
“Business,” Foggy says. “Did I ever tell you about how my mom wanted me to be a butcher?”
“You have,” Peter says, dutifully, sitting his backpack on the floor and digging through it, “but you can tell me again, if you want.”
“You’re a good kid,” Foggy says, taking the essay when Peter finds it and hands it to him. “There’s leftovers in the fridge. Go eat while I check this bad boy out.”
"You're my hero," Peter says, fervently.
Foggy's never been called that before.
He doesn't hate it.
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Foggy’s gotten pretty decent at naming which red-themed vigilante is coming through his window in the middle of the night without even opening his eyes: Matt tries to be quiet so he doesn’t wake him up, Deadpool is talking before he even gets the window open and Peter knocks like a goddamn decent human being.
“Come in!” he yells, deciding that he won’t get out of bed until he knows if there’s an emergency or Peter just wants to raid his first aid kit and fridge.
“Sorry, Mr. Nelson,” Peter says, climbing inside and dropping lightly to the floor. “I know it’s late but I had a question.”
“Shoot, Spiderboy,” Foggy says, sitting up to see Peter lingering awkwardly close by in full Spiderman gear and oversized hoodie, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“It’s just that Mr. Murdock said that you might be willing to look over one of my essays,” Peter says, “but I kind of got distracted doing, y’know--” Peter makes a vague punching motion with a soft pow sound. “--and it’s kind of due tomorrow morning.”
“Oh my god,” Foggy says, sighing and pushing aside his sheets to get out of bed. “This is actually the least stressful thing one of you weirdos has ever asked me to do. What’s your essay about?”
“Macbeth.”
“Y’know, Matt was an English major,” Foggy says, huffing out a laugh and finding a sweatshirt to pull on before he turns on the lights. “You should probably be offended that he passed you off on me.”
“What was your major?” Peter asks.
“Business,” Foggy says. “Did I ever tell you about how my mom wanted me to be a butcher?”
“You have,” Peter says, dutifully, sitting his backpack on the floor and digging through it, “but you can tell me again, if you want.”
“You’re a good kid,” Foggy says, taking the essay when Peter finds it and hands it to him. “There’s leftovers in the fridge. Go eat while I check this bad boy out.”
"You're my hero," Peter says, fervently.
Foggy's never been called that before.
He doesn't hate it.
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Matt's a little bit dizzy and has had too much to drink for someone who has only been drunk two or three times and it's the only explanation for confusing Foggy with the pretty girl sitting on his other side. They're sitting squashed together with a couple of other people on somebody's twin bed, a study group turned party, and Matt's been flirting with Katie because it seems like it's what he should be doing. She smells like sugar cookies and she has a nice laugh and Foggy elbowed him at some point tonight and muttered, "It's so weird that you always find the hot ones, dude," in a way that sounded more amused than jealous.
When he turns to murmur, "Hey," and lean in to see if she'll let him kiss her, it takes him a solid moment to realize the soft hair his fingers slide through are Foggy's.
"Uhm," Foggy says, when Matt pulls away abruptly, heart suddenly the loudest thing in a loud room.
"Sorry," he says, laughing nervously. "I thought you were--someone else."
"Katie?" Foggy asks. "She left, like, ten minutes ago."
". . .I think I'm too drunk," Matt says, sighing.
"If you're kissing me, probably," Foggy says, laughing. "C'mon, I'll make sure you don't get lost in the elevator or something."
Matt waits until they're in the elevator to their floor to apologize again, saying, "Hey, sorry for--y'know. I should've been more careful."
Foggy is quiet for a nerve-wracking moment before he steps in to kiss Matt softly, running fingers through his hair, pulling him closer when Matt automatically steps into it to kiss him back. His hands clench on Matt's waist and Matt opens his mouth and then the elevator dings and they jump apart.
"There," Foggy says, breathlessly. "Now we're even."
He casually walks out of the elevator like Matt didn't just learn a whole lot of shit about himself.
". . .wait," he says, stumbling after him.
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I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after
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Billie Piper for Grazia UK Magazine 15 April 2024.
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most of the talk on this website about Game Changer is how Sam Reich psychologically tortures his contestants, but I want to make it clear to the uninitiated that he's actually extremely ethical about it
He sends out a company wide email and asks them to choose episodes based on a chili pepper rating system
meaning he doesn't put 🌶️🌶️ people into 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ episodes
they're also big on consent ie cast and crew have to be okay with it before they'll do nudity or something like that in an episode
it's like the bdsm of psychological torture. safe, sane, and consensual.
the contestants know what they're getting into, and they're full down
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