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IND. EARTH-65 GWEN STACY. WRITTEN BY MARSHALL.

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ok, sure, i guess i’m versed enough on this shit. mutuals can consider this a STARTER CALL while i whip up some fancy-ass tags. blow your fuckin cocks off

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did gwen just say sam wilson was hot

earth 65 sam wilson: yowzaearth 616 sam wilson: yowzaearth anything sam wilson: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeowza

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looksafter.

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      dean’s got those two - am - breaking - into - a - haunted - apartment vibes.   he’s pretty sure it’s empty – i mean,  since the previous tenant’s THROAT was slashed,  there’s not really any doubt.   he’s been working on this door for ten minutes now with no luck.   he sighs.   murphy just had to come and stick his junk where it didn’t belong.   he takes a step backwards and kicks at the door.   it doesn’t budge,  but the hallway is acoustic enough to carry the sound out of the open - airway apartment building and into the street.   he tries again – again – nope,  nothing.   “well, this just SUCKS.”

      he notices movement out of his peripheral.   one hand goes to the gun in his waistband,  but when he turns to see a costume-clad girl perched on a railing,  he relaxes.   he wants to offer a smile,  but hey,  it’s two in the morning,  so he just scowls a little.  “nice costume. you goin’ to a late-night con or somethin’?”

            ❛ ------------------- nice scowl. you workin’ that forehead crease to match the ass on your chin? ❜   BOOM. shots fired. her head tilts, chin tipping up to him in gesture. she’d noted his prior motion for what she assumes is a gun; taken down one too many baddies not to see it comin’.   ❛ you packin’ heat there, buddy? little reassurance in your B-n’-E escapade? ‘cuz i got about one or nine problems with that. ❜

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degeneris.

            ❛  just ‘cause i have DREAMS that my drumming career takes off and i can leave this life of avenging behind doesn’t mean nothin’. i can buy every set of drums under the sun if i wanted, but i wanna TEST-DRIVE, y’know? i could be the next travis barker! — and who the fuck said my rimjobs were lousy!? i’m freaking DEADPOOL, 8-mile.  ❜

           ❛ ------------ keep it up and i’mma gonna test-drive all over your FACE. seriously, you’re like, ONE STEP behind ‘hot cross buns’ bein’ shrieked into some fourth-grader’s recorder. i’m actually offended by this. know what? move. scoot. make way. spider-mama’s got this. ❜

he has no say; she’s already snatched the sticks away and hip-checked his forearm to impatiently nudge him out of the seat.

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naturetorn.

        ❛   SO MANY WORDS IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME —-

makes me wonder if you ever run out of breath. do you keep up the endless rambling while CRIME-FIGHTING ?   cause that sounds incredibly counterproductive, a waste of energy if you will.  anyhow, wouldn’t go around telling people you’re SUPERGIRL, we have our own here and her outfit’s cuter than yours. wouldn’t want to give a —— fellow hero a bad reputation now, would you ?  you’re in GOTHAM, new jersey. and yes, we have memes here too.  ❜

           ❛ hey! i didn’t frolic through dimensions just to get my outfit harshed on by some chick all dolled up in EXPENSIVE LEAF NONSENSE. seriously, you want a side of RANCH with that strut? ❜    sick burn, spider-woman. got the moves in every universe.  but now’s not the time.

❛ -------------------- look, whatever, okay. ❜  she waves a hand to dismiss all of it; even lay that beautiful comeback to rest.   ❛ i’m tryna get to earth-1-800-uh-oh, but i guess i... took a wrong turn? can that happen? errrrr. ❜  ( cricket chirps. )

            ❛ ... so! jersey, huh? ❜

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what should happen in the spider-woman event

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HEY.  i’m tryna swing back into things ( get it. swing. spider joke. don’t comment on that actually i already regret it and am dead inside ) so yeah. ya main man’s gotta go through all these followers later after work but i’ll be here to chill later, ok.

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heartsleeved.

               I MEAN, YEAH. upon further inspection, might’a been nice to put a real pair of pants on —- but who is he if not the king of humility?  ❛ yeah, actually. kid, been tailing you for blocks waiting for the chance to confess my true feelings on that DARING RESCUE. lady-samaritan, i implore you – hold my hands, please. look into my eyes. ❜

he doesn’t catch her hands ( because that’s moving too fast ), but he does tip his head down, working that blue steel. ❛ i live here. ❜  exit pseudo-serious dramatics, enter the bounce thing. ❛ SERIOUSLY! shit, we’re neighbors. damn, s’this a bachelor? why’s there a stove beside your bed —- fire hazard —- gonna invite me inside? ❜  he’s already inside.

             ❛ --------- uhhh. ❜

had she any time to think, or even blink, maybe she woulda pulled the sorry, busy card. sorry, roommate’s sleeping. sorry, ‘bout to head out. sorry, stove to close to couch and apartment is currently on fire, smell ya some other time, old man.

( to be fair, dude’s probably waxing thirty. )

but she didn’t, and now he’s here, standing in the tight space crammed between the both of them. she’s offended, really ---- his tall stature’s making her studio look that much smaller, and for a moment, she totally blames him for everything wrong in her life. oh yeah, muchacho, spider-stuff included.

              ❛ soooooo ... yeah? welcome, i guess? mi casa es su ...  ❜    and she stops, deciding that, no, she defs does not want some rando poppin’ in as much as he pleases. first and last time for everything. so she instead pretends she said nothing at all and takes to sliding her drumsticks in the seat of her shorts.     ❛ it’s, uh, lincoln, right? yeah, no, i remember now.  ❜   because he had put his own number into her phone as babebraham lincoln, laughed at his own joke, and then directly followed suit with haha, i don’t even know who that is.

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flagwearer replied to your post:so i was playin dragon age for the first time last...

no offence but i could totally see this happening to u in rl too

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so i was playin dragon age for the first time last night and the first and only time i died was because i was tryna find the FUCKING path back to the hinterlands (authors note: marshall doesnt know how to use a fuckin compass) and i jumped down between some rocks and got fuckin stuck there and apparently as i did so it activated the battle sequence of a nearby level 12 rift so like my stupid archer dude whipped out his bow and the rest of my squad ran off to fight these giant ass monsters and i COULDNT GET OUT FROM THE ROCKS and my dudes tryna join the fight and all i could imagine was him bein like “GUYS HOLD UP IM COMIN GUYS HOLD UP HERE I COME HOLD UP HOLD  UP HOL UP HOL UP HOL UP HOL UP”

then a monster jumped into my rock prison and killed me instantly

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flagwearer.

  ❛ not that much over ninety, gwendoline, but thanks  .  ❜

  sarah inhales a puff of coffee before taking a sobering gulp and rolling her eyes behind the tufts of steam hitting the bridge of her nose  .  ❛  —  so,  you wanna fight me  CAPTAIN AMERICA  with my own shield whilst i pretend to be GODZILLA ?    how old are you, again,  webhead ? ❜

          ❛ old enough to school you! feel like learnin’ a new trick, O capitan? ❜   oh yeah, she’s got this one. she’s got this one in the bag. she’s got this one in, like, twelve bags and they’re all chanel. sporting the cockiness of a five-year-old who just won a fight of na-na-na-boo-boo, she plants a hand on her hip, stance akimbo while proudly donning the garb of a huge ass shield like it ain’t shit.

           ❛ c’mon. the cap of sixty-five let me play with it. c’mon. c’monnnnnnnnnnnn. ❜

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ok, sure, i guess i’m versed enough on this shit. mutuals can consider this a STARTER CALL while i whip up some fancy-ass tags. blow your fuckin cocks off

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telomnibus.

                Boot meets beer cup and sends it skittering across the ground. He’s very fucking surprised by her— and her weird vernacular. Dax marks off the things he doesn’t know (which is a lot) and manipulates the rest into something a little easier to understand. His head cocks and his tongue clicks. Proper response? He’s unsure, but he’ll find one. 

                ❛ Huh—? I am Dax. Who’s Missy Elliot? ❜

            ❛ ... i take it back. not good job. no kudos. the only GWEN HAND you deserve is CATCHIN’ ONE. seriously, dude? ❜    she stares at him as if she’s not the one with sticks down her pants.   ❛ come on. put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it? it was practically my national anthem at age seven! fuck you! ❜

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               ❛ SWEET LICKS THERE, DADDIO.

 ... er. wait. i dunno. do people still say daddio? i’m suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that no one has said daddio since wearing shades indoors was cool. shit. ❜    lips contort to the side of her face; nubby nails ruffle wild hair in a scratch. she shifts to tuck drum sticks lazily into the open space where her jeans don’t quite reach her middle back, much like one would a gun.

               ❛ okay, missy elliot that last part. point is ------ nice tunes. you sorta HEADLINED for us earlier. the mary janes? anyway, yeah, not the worst cat to ever rack up before us, so kudos, man. your reward is the hand of the bass-kicker. gwen. ultimate pleasure. nicetomeetcha. ❜      |      @telomnibus.

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are there any peter parkers that have used donald glover as an fc like, in all actuality. cuz lemme tell you... i’d get on some knees for that. not gwen. just me. marshall. marshall and peter takin home the gold

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—— PAJAMA FRIDAY ERRY DAMN DAY, YO!

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            ❛ HEY, RED HERRING. back off the bass, wouldja? messin’ with some pretty tight merchandise here. i’m sure these... MARY JANES would HATE to lose their drummer just ‘cuz some punkass in a tight suit got all up in their shit. ❜    ( again. )      ❛ also, your rimshots are lousy. SECONDLY ALSO, WHO ARE YOU? ❜      |      @degeneris​.