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PETER PARKER ☢ Part time photographer, part time spider, full time sarcastic & witty. ROLEPLAY BLOG {INDERPENTRIO} since the 4th of August 2012 MAGIC ANON STAT: none, I'm open tho

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  I’m a lesbian so i must have a crush on every girl i see.

I have alot of guy friends so i must be fucking every single one of them.

I smile alot, so i must have the perfect life.

I listen to reggae, so I must be a stoner.

My opinion matters, so I must be a bitch.

I’m comfortable with my body, so I get around?

I’m friends with a lot of guys, so I’ve must have hooked up with all of them.

I like to help out, so I must be a suck up.

I’m black, so I must be ghetto.

I’m black, so I must be stupid.

I’m Mexican, so I must be low class.

I’m bisexual, so I must get around.

I’m straight up blunt, so I must be a bitch.

I like to drink, so I must be an alcoholic.

I don’t hang out with guys, so I must be a lesbian.

I cut myself so I must be emo.

I’m bisexual, so none of my girl friends can feel safe.

I laugh and smile, so I cannot be depressed.

I like spending my day at home, so I don’t have any friends

I am gay, so i must be bullied

I am trans, so I must be a freak.

Most of my friends are dudes, so I must be a tomboy.

I’m on Tumblr, so I must have zero friends in real life

I’m a Muslim, so I must be a terrorist

I make alot of mistakes so I must be stupid/retarded.

I strongly defend LGBT so I must be gay.

I’m from a broken family, so I must be a rebel.

I like rasta colors, so I must smoke weed.

I’ve had sex, so I must be a slut.

I’ve made mistakes, so I must be untrustworthy.

I really love him, so I must hold on.

I’m a Filipino, so I must be a maid.

I really love him, so I must be taken for granted.

I’m a Politician, so I must be corrupt.

I’m Blonde, so I must be really stupid.

I’m wearing a black shirt, so I must be emo.

I wear make up, so I must be a flirt.

I make alot of mistakes, so I must be hated.

I am a teenager, so I must be misunderstood.

“Forever reblogg”.

Wow this

[eggmayonaise]

You forgot, I am white, so I must be racist

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Possibly BBL or GTG- I don't feel so good.

I owe Tony and Jason. Already in my drafts.

-Kris

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loouellen started following you

Another one? "And you are..?"

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"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

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“I,” Peter started but he didn’t want to exactly say the truth. Hi, my name’s Peter and I can climb walls and websling. Besides from sounding really crazy, he didn’t want to let anyone especially a stranger know too much about him. Hell, he didn’t even want to  introduce himself if that were possible but on normal circumstances, if the other person introduced him or herself first, he’s let loose a little and respond politely.

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. His brows knitted, lips arched downwards. What the hell am I doing here?

“Name’s Peter,” he allowed. “And you are?”

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Tony snorted incredulously, leaning against the desk as he took off his muscle shirt. It being hot as it is inside, Tony couldn’t afford any air conditioning inside the room. It could tamper with his projects. “You don’t recognize me, Peter?” He drawled with his eyebrows raised, finding no reaction other than a blank stare, he sighed, “Tony Stark, billionaire playboy philanthropist and part time hero called Iron-Man.” he wiped his hands, “Which is why I’m gonna go straight to the point. Who and what are you? Because no normal person could get through my security without getting his ass fried off or turning off the alarms.”

Walking towards the mini fridge, he opened it and took out a can of beer before pausing, an idea forming in his head. “Heads up.” he called out before launching the beer at the kid’s head at top speed.

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With his spider abilities, Peter caught the bottle without breaking a sweat. Ugh, wrong move. Now he was on to him. Peter didn’t really want to say anything but since this was the Iron-Man, maybe he could let this pass too.

“Couldn’t really recognize you with the suit,” he replied, smirking. It wasn’t a lie. He really couldn’t. “And how sure are you? Maybe your system isn’t really as good as you think.”

 ”Thanks but,” he looked at the drink at hand and threw it back to Tony. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

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Catching the can swiftly, Tony stared at the boy, his head tilted to the side as he thought of all the possibilities of Peter’s identity. Peter could be a good guy or a bad guy and Tony wouldn’t even know. But considering the fact that this guy didn’t reek of I-want-revenge or anything equally demented, he decided to trust his gut and to not put on the Mark II before getting this kid to the nearest prison. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m eighty percent of the news these days, Pete. You’d surely know this face.” He gestured to his face, “Since, you know, the news anchors love saying shit like, ‘Tony Stark, also known as Iron-Man, the handsome billionaire blah blah blah.’” 

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He had to raise a brow. "You have quite the ego, Mr. Stark." And I don't like it. It reminded him of too much of those jerks who bullied him before.

"But I am a fan of the suit so," Peter admitted then shrugged. "I'm mostly... hitting the books and taking pictures of the mundane. But I'm pretty sure eighty percent of the news is about you."

He paused, and thought for a while. "Maybe twelve?"

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fulminat-a started following you

A lot of people come and go around these parts of New York and Peter didn’t really care much for them. It was New York after all— the city that never sleeps. It was also the city where a lot of different people accumulate. Every now and then, there was one face that he found interesting. Most of the time, it was just because they were staring so much that he couldn’t ignore his spider sense.

When Peter saw this particular face, he adjusted his glasses for the nth time ever since he got them and greeted, “Hello, I suppose.”

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New York City— the cast of Glee had been here once and ran around with a camera following them, and almost every movie about young adults dreaming about a bigger future was set here. Jason decided to hit the town, since he was already bunking at Camp Half-Blood over in Long Island. With hands shoved into the pockets of a football jacket, the blonde wandered aimlessly around the city with the hippest and greatest, the most talented and the most dramatic— shit, was that Oprah Winfrey?

He nearly stopped to stare, but instead bumped into a skinny guy with these bulky glasses that spelled out dweeb.

Not that Jason Grace was any less of one.

“Oh. Hey man, sorry about that. Kind of new to New York.”

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He nodded acknowledged him. His eyes studied the company at hand-- blonde hair, blue eyes. Peter estimated that he would be around six feet, more or less.

"It's fine." Peter allowed. His senses weren't exactly telling him that this guy over here was dangerous but there was something about him, something radiating from him that made him feel uneasy. Like he was potential danger but not actual danger? Either way, he didn't want to risk it. "What's your name?"

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"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

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“I,” Peter started but he didn’t want to exactly say the truth. Hi, my name’s Peter and I can climb walls and websling. Besides from sounding really crazy, he didn’t want to let anyone especially a stranger know too much about him. Hell, he didn’t even want to  introduce himself if that were possible but on normal circumstances, if the other person introduced him or herself first, he’s let loose a little and respond politely.

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. His brows knitted, lips arched downwards. What the hell am I doing here?

“Name’s Peter,” he allowed. “And you are?”

[playboywithagoldenass-deactivat]

Tony snorted incredulously, leaning against the desk as he took off his muscle shirt. It being hot as it is inside, Tony couldn’t afford any air conditioning inside the room. It could tamper with his projects. “You don’t recognize me, Peter?” He drawled with his eyebrows raised, finding no reaction other than a blank stare, he sighed, “Tony Stark, billionaire playboy philanthropist and part time hero called Iron-Man.” he wiped his hands, “Which is why I’m gonna go straight to the point. Who and what are you? Because no normal person could get through my security without getting his ass fried off or turning off the alarms.”

Walking towards the mini fridge, he opened it and took out a can of beer before pausing, an idea forming in his head. “Heads up.” he called out before launching the beer at the kid’s head at top speed.

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

With his spider abilities, Peter caught the bottle without breaking a sweat. Ugh, wrong move. Now he was on to him. Peter didn't really want to say anything but since this was the Iron-Man, maybe he could let this pass too.

"Couldn't really recognize you with the suit," he replied, smirking. It wasn't a lie. He really couldn't. "And how sure are you? Maybe your system isn't really as good as you think."

 "Thanks but," he looked at the drink at hand and threw it back to Tony. "I'm not much of a drinker."

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

In his time, Peter had encountered many entities and he only found half of them bearable and the rest either annoying or really annoying.

 Now, there was this onat he met. His name was Loki... and he was the one who created that last category. So when he saw Loki's face again, Peter wasn't exactly thrilled. The frown that seemed to forever sit on his face became deeper, and his brows more knitted than ever despite trying to mask his annoyance with the god.

"Oh, it's you again," Peter said simply and yet at the same time, irritation oozed from every word.

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"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

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Tony raised an eyebrow, his hands fiddling with a small contraption that he intended to turn into a mini-laser, “Ah, photographer, eh?” He nodded at the camera, “I thought the photo-shoot was scheduled tomorrow?” Taking out a screwdriver from his desk, he looked up, “What’s your name, stick with glasses?”

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Stick with glasses? Peter frowned. He didn’t know of any photoshoot. He didn’t even know where he was. I don’t have to answer this prick.

“There’s no photoshoot.” He answered, eyes lingering around the room, drinking in all the details he could. Everything looked so futuristic. The technology was pretty advanced but Peter couldn’t put why a man reeking of the word “playboy” was in the room and it looked like he knew what he was doing. It just didn’t really sum up for him. ”But yeah, I am a photographer.”

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Tony shot him a look before slapping on his welding helmet as he clicked the blowtorch open. Putting the flame through the tiny part of the metal and inserting it through the hole of the glowing machine, he put his hand out in boy’s direction and snapped his fingers, “Hand me that wrench, kid, before this thing decides to blow. It’s on the desk, beside the screwdriver over there.” Noticing that the boy wasn’t moving, he snapped his fingers in a more urgent manner, “Come on, kid, come on. Give me the wrench before we’re both toast. Literally.”

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Normally, Peter would do a sassy retort but seeing that their lives were at stake, he could let this one time pass so he walked over to the guy—the one he completely didn’t know— and did as he was told.

He scanned the table and took the wench. “I’m not a kid. I’m seventeen.” Peter said before hanging him the tool.

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“Well, kid, you better tell me your godforsaken name before I start calling you ‘Talking Stick’.” he mumbled as he snatched the wrench from Peter’s hands and sealed the glowing part off with a metal cap, tightening it with the wrench.

Taking the dirty face towel from his shoulder and taking off his welding helmet, he wiped off the grime from his face and raised his eyebrows at the boy. “So, how did you get in here? I know JARVIS isn’t fully functional, considering some kind of virus got in and messed up his hard drive but I’ve installed some mean security that had lasers. Mind telling me how you got through all that?”

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"I," Peter started but he didn't want to exactly say the truth. Hi, my name's Peter and I can climb walls and websling. Besides from sounding really crazy, he didn't want to let anyone especially a stranger know too much about him. Hell, he didn't even want to  introduce himself if that were possible but on normal circumstances, if the other person introduced him or herself first, he's let loose a little and respond politely.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging. His brows knitted, lips arched downwards. What the hell am I doing here?

"Name's Peter," he allowed. "And you are?"

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MAH BRAN!

*MAH BRAND!

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"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

[playboywithagoldenass-deactivat]

Tony raised an eyebrow, his hands fiddling with a small contraption that he intended to turn into a mini-laser, “Ah, photographer, eh?” He nodded at the camera, “I thought the photo-shoot was scheduled tomorrow?” Taking out a screwdriver from his desk, he looked up, “What’s your name, stick with glasses?”

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Stick with glasses? Peter frowned. He didn’t know of any photoshoot. He didn’t even know where he was. I don’t have to answer this prick.

“There’s no photoshoot.” He answered, eyes lingering around the room, drinking in all the details he could. Everything looked so futuristic. The technology was pretty advanced but Peter couldn’t put why a man reeking of the word “playboy” was in the room and it looked like he knew what he was doing. It just didn’t really sum up for him. ”But yeah, I am a photographer.”

[playboywithagoldenass-deactivat]

Tony shot him a look before slapping on his welding helmet as he clicked the blowtorch open. Putting the flame through the tiny part of the metal and inserting it through the hole of the glowing machine, he put his hand out in boy’s direction and snapped his fingers, “Hand me that wrench, kid, before this thing decides to blow. It’s on the desk, beside the screwdriver over there.” Noticing that the boy wasn’t moving, he snapped his fingers in a more urgent manner, “Come on, kid, come on. Give me the wrench before we’re both toast. Literally.”

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

Normally, Peter would do a sassy retort but seeing that their lives were at stake, he could let this one time pass so he walked over to the guy--the one he completely didn't know-- and did as he was told.

He scanned the table and took the wench. "I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen." Peter said before hanging him the tool.

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

fulminat-a started following you

A lot of people come and go around these parts of New York and Peter didn't really care much for them. It was New York after all-- the city that never sleeps. It was also the city where a lot of different people accumulate. Every now and then, there was one face that he found interesting. Most of the time, it was just because they were staring so much that he couldn't ignore his spider sense.

When Peter saw this particular face, he adjusted his glasses for the nth time ever since he got them and greeted, "Hello, I suppose."

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

[playboywithagoldenass-deactivat]

Tony raised an eyebrow, his hands fiddling with a small contraption that he intended to turn into a mini-laser, “Ah, photographer, eh?” He nodded at the camera, “I thought the photo-shoot was scheduled tomorrow?” Taking out a screwdriver from his desk, he looked up, “What’s your name, stick with glasses?”

[keepcalmandwebsling-blog]

Stick with glasses? Peter frowned. He didn't know of any photoshoot. He didn't even know where he was. I don't have to answer this prick.

"There's no photoshoot." He answered, eyes lingering around the room, drinking in all the details he could. Everything looked so futuristic. The technology was pretty advanced but Peter couldn't put why a man reeking of the word "playboy" was in the room and it looked like he knew what he was doing. It just didn't really sum up for him. "But yeah, I am a photographer."

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"Hello," Peter greeted, adjusting his glasses. "Long time, no talk."

[yamabros]

9 Pictures of Jason Todd (asked by anonymous)

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keepcalmandwebsling started following you

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Sam gave him a sad smile. “I know it’s hard to believe,” he said gently. “But you’re… well, you’re dead. Way to be blunt, Sam, he inwardly chastised himself. “And here,” he turned around and looked out into the trees. “Is where the supernatural comes when they die. Except I’ve met a lot of humans,” he mused, remembering that he needed to look for a way out.

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Peter furrowed his brows, not quite sure what to say or do. He didn't know what to think either.

"Yeaaaah," he answered slowly. "You are either high or drunk, buddy." He crossed his arms, waiting for a reply. His head was buzzing, voices screaming. They were divided into two sides: believe him, you're dead and geez, this guy's got to be kidding.

"Or just naturally mental." He added. "That could work too."

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Wade: …. I SHOULDN’T HAVE PAID FOR THAT WINDOW THEN. You totally deserved that. 

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kris: excuse you, who broke it in the first place?!

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Wade: Excuse yourself, but WHO didn’t wake up so I could stop the TENTH throw WHICH WAS THE PEBBLE THAT BROKE YOUR WINDOW. AND WHO ALMOST GOT SHOT BY YOUR FATHER? HMM? HMMMMMMMMMMM?

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kris: I said I CHOSE to ignore you! and why the hell were you attempting to serenade me again? you do so much shit that I forget.

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Wade: Then you CHOSE to have your window broken. I’m not! I WAS ASKING IF I’M GONNA HAVE TO GROVEL AGAIN BECAUSE YOU APPARENTLY WON’T TELL ME WHAT I DID. 

I ALMOST GOT FUCKING SHOT! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME? WHEN DID YOUR DAD GET THAT GIANT ASS GUN ANYWAY? LIKE FUCK. 

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kris: shhhh, wade, you're so noisy >:U no wonder dad brought out a gun! ilu now shut up

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