Recording Was Cancelled Tonight, So We're Gonna Watch More Movies With My Parents.

Recording was cancelled tonight, so we're gonna watch more movies with my parents.

Tonight's Movie: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield)

My phone is gonna be charging during the movie, so probably won't get any of my thoughts. (Unless I grab my 6ft cord👀)

Anyway, I think my family has either gaslit me or I'm going crazy. I'm the only one, out of the five of us, who remembers the tradition of us watching The Amazing Spider-Man (or any of the Spider-Man movies, really) every year on New Year's Eve until I was 15.

I know what I know, but no one else does, apparently.

I got the longer cord. Maybe I'll remember to add my thoughts:

We keep having hiccups. We'll get to the movie eventually... In the meantime, and because no one asked or probably cares, I'm gonna make a master post thing for my movie thoughts.

Aunt May!

Uncle Ben!

It'd be a shame if anything happened to either of them.👀

I'm arachnophobic....

Peter is such a dork. I love him.

I am extremely arachnophobic..........

Poor Peter. He doesn't know what's going on. He's got superpowers, though.

You'd think I'd be a lot more prepared to watch a movie called Spider-Man, knowing full well that this one has actual spiders in it. But, nope! I shudder every time a spider comes on screen.

I hate Flash (Spider-Man Flash, not DC Flash.)

I love Uncle Ben. Like, very much so.

Peter and Gwen are very cute. Like, teeth-rottingly fluffy. I love them.

It'd be a shame if something happened to either of them.

He said the thing!!

Uncle Ben!!!😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna cry

"He's not a vigilante-" liar.

Good to know that Peter doesn't like spandex at first. He seemed so put off by the fact that every best option was spandex.

I love him. He's such a dork. He's so funny.

Curtis's got a new hand!

It's slimy af, tho.

It's also a bit scaley

He's struggling for words and it's adorable. He's so in love. She's so in love back.

Poor Gwen.

Poor Canoe.

He said the thing!!!

I love the subtitles in the soundtrack that I've never noticed before. Like, there's a series of notes that indicates whenever his Spidey Sense goes off. I never noticed it before now.

Godzilla joke. Subtle.

Godzilla joke mark 2. Also subtle.

Why does no one ever listen to kids? And then turn around, do as the kid suggested, and claim it as their own idea? It's bull.

His phone is so old...

I keep wanting to call The Lizard 'Killer Croc', but this is Marvel, not DC.

I also keep wanting to call him Doc. Oc, which is the right franchise, but the wrong villain.

Cop dad uncomfortable with period symptoms? Tsk, tsk.

Peter! You're hurt! Not the time to kiss your girl!

Hearing voices, doc? Hmm. Smells like a BBEG.

Gwen, sweetie, when people tell you to run away. Run away.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

I miss him.

Maybe don't get close to the Big, Bad Lizard Man...

Gwen, honey, what did I say about running?

I love that the construction workers are helping him. Like, basically every villain says "No good deed goes unpunished." but Spidey saved one kid and now has all the blue collar workers helping him out. I love it and it doesn't get enough rep.

Cop Dad Stacy!😸

Cop Dad Stacy!🙀

Cop Dad Stacy!😿

Aunt May's a girlboss. I love her

My political stance:

We should have to choose between the greater of two goods, not the lesser of two evils.

Having said that, Anarchy.

This is relevant because all the characters I write keep falling into government positions. I hate the (people in the US) government. Why do all my MCs end up in positions of power???

I was caught so off guard.

I have....concerns. Please don't update me about this story. Please. I'm begging.

(I'm also having a lot of fun, so here's some more)

The only thing Danny's brain could register as he woke up was pain. When had he fallen asleep? In between the shocks of hurt and pain, he remembered fighting and an ambulance, but nothing much other than that. He knows that he was in a hospital at some point, but that sure as hell wasn't where he was now.

Had the G.I.W gotten him? Probably. He didn't have the energy to care, though. The pain taking over his senses completely. That's not good.

The haze of pain lessened a bit over time, though he couldn't tell how long it was, and allowed him feel other things. The first thing he felt was that he was missing a few pieces of himself. The next thing he felt was the warm air on the inside of his skin. If his stomach had still been in its proper place, he would've been sick.

The next thing to make itself known to him were the voices. Loud, obviously not caring who or what heard them. They were talking about him and cores or something. It sounded important. Why did it sound important?

His sense of sight was the next to return to him, though he used it sparingly. The room was bright. White walls, white ceiling, white LED lights, and he assumed even the floor was white tiles. Though, he figured the table he was on - silver if he had to guess - and the floor were both stained neon green and dark red. Green because of the ectoplasm that made up his ghostly form and red because of the blood that flowed through his very human veins. He opted to close his eyes again.

That was another thing to worry about. He was Phantom right now. He could've sworn he was Danny at the hospital. When did he change? Did someone force him to? How? Why? Danny didn't know. He doesn't like not knowing. Memory lapses are dangerous.

The very top of his list of surprises was when the LEDs and the voices in the room were drowned out by ominus red and a blaring alarm. That, added with the frantic running through the halls, painted the picture that someone was either attacking or raiding the base. Huh. What a coincidence.

Not that it mattered to him. Whoever it was would either be taken down or leave after they got what they came here for. Best not to get his hopes up. Intead, he was going to focus on piecing himself back together. Not having use of his limbs was making the task difficult, but he'd handle it.

Well, that had been the plan. He was alone in the room now, so he could do it, but the door was thrown off its hinges before he got very far. How unfortunate.

A gasp and several curses filled the room as someone (multiple someones?) rushed in and stopped by his bedside.

"Are you alright?" someone asked.

"He's probably asleep," that was a different voice. Definitely at least two people in there with him now.

The fingers on Danny's right hand twitched as he growled a soft "No," to answer the question.

"Shit!" a third person swore.

"You mean he's awake?!" a fourth.

Damn. There are a lot of people in this room. If he wasn't currently an open book, he'd say he was getting claustrophobic. As it stands, that's the least of his problems.

"Oracle?" he heard the first voice ask, "What do we do?"

He didn't hear a response from whoever 'Oracle' was, but he did hear the people get closer to him. Two on one side, one on the other, and one probably by the door. That's four people, plus whoever 'Oracle' is.

"We should've told father or the Justice League." the second voice said, "They would know how to deal with this better."

Now that was a name Danny knew. Everyone knows who the Justice League are! But, why did these guys not tell them? The Justice League are heroes! Don't tell him these are kids that're here!

He groaned, moving his head and prying his eyes open. He had to get them out of here. They weren't safe here. He needs-!

"Sh, sh, sh!" the first guy started, his hands waving a bit but not touching Danny, "Hey, hey, don't move. You're, um..."

"A little bit everywhere," the third voice said.

"I k'nda fig'red tha'." Danny slurred. Wow, maybe he lost a bit more than he expected. Oh, well. Nothing to do about it now. "Got'a ge' up!" It was proving to be a very difficult task, seeing as he was still strapped down and wide open.

"Whoa," the third guy pushed his shoulder back down like it would do any good. He had leather gloves on. "You're not going anywhere."

Danny mustered up the best glare he could and sent to the guy. A red helmet? Weird, but okay. "Why no'?"

The first guy spoke again, his voice smoother and a bit higher than little red riding hood's. "You're a little stuck," He was wearing black and blue with a black mask, the eyes whited out.

There was a scoff from over by the door, "He's been cut open, he's little more than 'stuck'." Rude little gremlin, obviously younger than the others, but speaking more formally.

"I'm working on it!" that was the last one. His voice was familiar. Why?

Danny leaned his head back down. He knew he couldn't do anything while strapped down like this, and it was very upsetting. Why did this always happen to him?

No use lamenting about it now. He's at the mercy of whoever the hell these guys are. Hopefully, they're a step up from his previous company.

DPxDC Prompt:

The vigilante meant well, taking the kid to the hospital to treat his injuries. The kid mumbled the entire time, barely conscious. "No hospital, please," he said more than once.

Poor kid, the vigilante thought. He must have a phobia of needles or something.

...

They never could have anticipated the danger they put that kid in, placing him in the care of that hospital.

Movie Thought Processes

DCU

Man of Steel

Justice League

MCU

Wolverine Orgins

The Wolverine

The Amazing Spider-Man

The Amazing Spider-Man 2

Deadpool

Deadpool 2

Venom

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Random

Heartstopper

No Thoughts, Just Movies

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