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Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

To elaborate (1.5 hours later) I have said variations of

"Hi, how are you?" "Good, you?" "So far so good"

"Will you open your bag?" "Can I check your bag real fast?" "Please have your bag open and put it on the table," "Will you take your bag off?"

"Phones, keys, wallets. Please take them out and hold them to your head or higher as you go through." "Everything in your pockets, hold it to your head or higher as you go through." "Just hold up anything you think might set it off."

"You only have a few minutes to curtain!"

"Your drink/food can't come in. It's gotta be taken back, thrown away, or eaten/drunk here."

They stopped sounding like words during the last 30 minute rush of the first shift. That only got worse for the second shift.

Words have stopped being words

I get to go outside and yell at people this shift.

Yay

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

My mom: I don't get it. You like romcoms. But you're aroace.

(Her confusion was extreme.)

Me: You like murder mysteries but you're not a serial killer or a mad detective, as far as I know. What's up with that?

I was having a pretty good day.

And then one bad thing happened and now I've gone almost completely non verbal.

...yay