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ahhh itâs been so so long since Iâve been on! my muse list hasnât been updated in ages!! but Iâm looking to do some stuff on discord! Iâve got a whole host of OCs ready for love, honestly. Iâll properly fix things later but if anyone wants some laidback slice of life sort of things DM me! I prefer mxm but Iâm open to anything!
are you still available for some plotting?
Yes of course!!! Iâm not on as much anymore but Iâm still here and on tumblr!! Shoot me a DM and we can plot xx
hey guys!! long time no talk,,,,it seems like tumblr rp is dying? does anyone know whatâs going on w that, or why it seems like interaction isnât fantastic?
okay, iâm in the car for the next 4.75 hrs, so mobile plotting call ?
iâm also available on disco and kik !!!
Treat spiders the way you want to be treated
Killed without hesitation
admit it, weâve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio
deleted scene:Â all avengers express raw emotion and show genuine grief that one of their own has fallen. theyâve won the war but they canât enjoy the victory because of the loss. they all take a knee, a moment of silence to pay their respects.
actual scene:Â all avengers stand around a lakehouse not really reacting because the actors had no idea what they were actually filming. they might as well have been cardboard cutouts.
the russos:Â delete the one where thereâs real acting involved.
okay THIS one of my biggest problems with the actors having no idea what theyâre filming. they act like literal cardboard cutouts because thereâs literally nothing for them to work with. you canât pour your all into a scene unless you know what the scene is?? what emotion youâre supposed to be feeling?? the Russos are way too obsessed with the fans not getting any information or being able to guess ANYTHING that they cut out any real, actual acting and make all their characters seem bland and two dimensional. itâs especially sad when you realize that the marvel empire was built up for a DECADE just to sort of be disappointing towards the end because of poor directorâs choices like that. it makes me sad because there was so much potentional for character development and good plot points and they threw all that away so the fans wouldnât be able to recognize the characters they love
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This evening would be like any other. Peter would fall asleep and wake up the next morning in their bed, Darcy curled up with him. Heâd either fall asleep in the end half of the movie or the beginning of the second one, if he felt like staying awake, at least. The only difference was that this evening, Peter actually had things he wanted to discuss. It shouldnât have made him nervous. Darcy was always good about listening and talking things over. He didnât overreact too badly, either. But Peter couldnât help the slight jittery feeling he got when he had to bring things up. EspeciallyâŠwell, he wanted to just remind Darcy what he was in for. That if he wanted to date Peter, he had to date Spider-Man. Peter wasnât going to give him up.
Peter tilted his head to look up at Darcy. âAre you sure?â He asked, tracing shapes against his boyfriendâs chest out of nerves and need to do something with his hands. âI just figured, since Iâm here most of the time anyway and most of my clothes are hereâŠâ It wasnât really a huge jump from what they were doing, honestly. Peter didnât spend near as many evenings with Aunt May as he did with Darcy. His things were scattered across the apartment, little touches of him living there everywhere. His toothbrush was in the bathroom here. Razors and lotion, too. He had a drawer with most of his clothes in Darcyâs bedroom, had a specific place where he charged his phone every night he stayed over. It felt more like he was living there, anyway.
He could tell that Peter was nervous, and that was telling enough of how well they knew each other â Darcy knew enough of Peterâs quirks and mannerisms to know when he couldnât relax. It was difficult to say that he was absolutely certain that moving in together would suit both of them well, if only because he was a cautious person who didnât want to say that anything was absolute. One thing he was sure about was that he cared a hell of a lot about Peter and wanted their lives to remained entwined indefinitely. It was complex and it definitely wasnât easy, but that didnât really bother him. Sure, there was a chance that their honeymoon period of happiness wouldnât last forever, but he couldnât imagine a future in which theyâd ever end up fighting about anything serious. âIâm sure enough,â he answered; as Peter drew over his chest, he reached up to run his fingers over the otherâs hair in gentle, soothing strokes. âIf youâd be happy here, you know Iâd be over the moon.â
In truth, he couldnât imagine it being altogether too different from the way they already were. Peter was right in saying that most of his clothes were already in the apartment; Darcy tended to throw them in with his own laundry without really thinking about it, and it no longer surprised him when he found things Peter had left behind. Months ago he would have cherished finding Peterâs stuff, like an extension of him had stayed behind, but it had happened so many times that it was simply a part of his everyday life. âYou think your aunt is gonna be okay with it?â he asked playfully. âI mean, Iâm sure she expects you to move out at some point, but she might get all emotional about it.â He liked May, though, and felt like she liked him too; theyâd always gotten along like a house on fire when they encountered one another, and he couldnât envision her being unhappy with the change. âI canât believe you asked to move in before I could ask you.â
Peter was definitely nervous. It wasnât like he thought Darcy would say no, exactly, though there was some little part of him afraid of that. He was mostly nervous because he knew Darcy was cautious and moving in together wasnât something that theyâd really talked about before. Besides, Peter was running in and out half the time anyway. He just wanted somewhere stable to come home. Preferably to Darcy, or he couldâve just moved out on his own. Sure, the honeymoon period could end, but Peter didnât see that as something that would cause problems. He absolutely adored the other man and wanted their lives to stay tangled and complicated as long as they could. Nothing was ever easy when it came to Peterâs life, unfortunately, but Darcy so far was the easiest - and best - part. He only hoped that by asking, he didnât screw things up. Peter leaned into his hand, a little automatically, and gave him a sweet smile. âOf course I would be. Youâre here,â was Peterâs honest answer. âAre you sure youâre okay with it?â
Peter spent half his life running around, anyway, so it wasnât a surprise that he crashed at Darcyâs so often. Heâd finish patrol and heâd swing by to see his boyfriend and, more often than not, spend the night before they both left the next morning. Him moving in would just eliminate Peterâs need to stop by Mayâs occasionally for extra clothes. And besides, he could always visit her. Sheâd be supportive, he knew that. She had Happy now to take care of her which, while very weird, sort of filled a hole that Peter never quite could. It left him feeling a little weird anyway. He smiled a little at the teasing. âSheâll be fine. Sheâs not that far, so I can always go and visit.â He paused for a moment. âSheâll get emotional, yeah....probably say something about how Iâm getting so old and sheâs so proud of me. And she really likes you.â He gave Darcy a playful look with the last statement. May and Darcy very much enjoyed teaming up to tease peter. That being said, May would be happy for them. And for Peter, that he was finding somewhere to fit in. Peter just grinned at him, smug happiness written all over his face. âYou were taking too long.â
pls give me a m/m small town suburban 80s plot!! bonus points if itâs all about the crushing normality of suburbia like working on the weekends in a hardware store or going to baseball games and glancing at each other in the locker room.. but give me the empty parking lots and the boisterous teen parties and the oversized sports sweaters and beat up family cars and slipping notes into each others lockers and long midnight drives to roadside diners and first kisses and trading mixtapes đ
i want that 1x1 partner where we have 308340932 ships and lit are always adding more until we dont even know anymore and are great friends and just reblog ship inspo all day and bE THAT PERSON FOR ME
psa. i want to roleplay against your muses who most people over look. i want to roleplay against your little hidden gems who never get enough attention. i want to roleplay against your first draft muses and watch them turn into the final copy. i want to roleplay against the muses who have a different backstory, the muses with underused face claims, the muses who arenât good people, the muses who are possibly too good. the muses that you feel like are neglected⊠let me love them.
This blog supports the idea of MULTIPLE THREADS with the same muse.
so Iâve decided I really want to write some pride themed threads with my Peter Parker (Tom Holland fc). anyone down???
based on (if i canât have you - shawn mendes) open to: m/f/nb
â â â â â the pencil gently scratched over the paper, he was concentrating on trying to make the impossible possible. and concretely, in his case, this meant to capture the beauty of the person who was there before him and the longer he drew, the more he realized how difficult it was. besides, he had never drawn someone at his apartment before, he knew how to draw models from classes, but this was far more intimate and accordingly he was nervous. milo occasionally looked past his easel and over to them, then smiled slightly and continued. meanwhile in the background played a vinyl record, in his whole apartment it smelled of oil colors and new paper. on the floor, numerous drawings were mixed with newspaper and he suddenly jumped up. because since the arrival of his model, he hadnât offered them anything to drink, he was probably the worst host and artist there was. âa drink,â he managed it a little quietly while he looked at them. âiâve forgotten, how stupid of me.â with these words milo hurried into the small adjoining kitchen, which was no less filled with colors. âi have coffee, tea, water. what do you want?â he moved to the door frame and leaned against it. âi can also buy you something, the supermarket isnât far away.â he finally suggested, because he didnât know what they liked best. and the longer he stood there and looked at them, the more aware he became that his guest was in underwear while he was fully clothed. he disappeared, only to return with a blanket, which he threw over his guestâs shoulders. âmaybe we should take a break, it must be exhausting for you.â his voice sounded apologetic.
Romeo wasnât really much of a model. Or he didnât think he was, anyway. But that didnât stop him from agreeing to the request when Milo had asked. That had led to him sitting where he was now, positioned by Milo and left vulnerable in his underwear. Not that he particularly minded, exactly. He just missed his oversized sweater. He wasnât exactly uncomfortable, either. He just wasnât used to being looked at like this. Or for this long. Or with this little on. He pushed his curls back out of his eyes, the way heâd had to several times since Milo had started. He thought the apartment was charming, too. It was very reminiscent of the other man, with his drawings everywhere and the slight smell of...Romeo didnât really know what, but it reminded him of Milo anyway. The vinyl record was nice, too. Made it a little less awkward to be sitting there in his underwear. Silence wouldâve been much more awkward. Romeo startled when Milo suddenly jumped up, pulled out of his thoughts. He blinked up at him, eyes wide. âOh, um...tea works, thank you.â He answered after a moment, giving Milo a sweet smile. He absently ran a hand through his blond curls again, looking at the other man curiously. He tilted his head, mildly confused when Milo walked away. He smiled a little at the blanket. âOh, thank you.â He tugged it closer around himself, feeling a little less vulnerable now that he wasnât completely on display. âWe can,â he agreed. He didnât mind either way. âIâm sorry I keep moving. Thatâs gotta be difficult to deal with...â
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Darcy could always try. Peter frankly wasnât sure heâd let Darcy touch him. Because how long had it been since Darcy had been able to? How long had it been since Darcy was in love with him? For peter, it was a week. For darcy, five years. He didnât want to have this conversation, didnât want to hear Darcy talk about it. He didnât want to be rejected again. There had been a reason heâd avoided the other man. He didnât want to have to start over. There wasnât a break, for him. Theyâd never broken up. They should still be together. But it wasnât true for Darcy. The older man had moved on. Heâd had to, and peter didnât blame him for that. Peter wasnât mad at him. Darcy had done what was normal. But that didnât make it any easier.
Peter just watched Darcy pace from where he stood, the action making him dizzy. He eventually had to close his eyes to try and ward off the headache that was getting worse watching his ex pace back and forth in front of him. Part of him wanted to tell Darcy that now wasnât a good time. It wasnât fair to spring this conversation on him now, not while he was still grieving. His dad had just died. And the one person he wanted to talk to had lived without him for a total of five years. It feltâŠpainful. âYou think I can?â Was Peterâs quiet response, his expression not changing. Peter wasnât the same person Darcy had known, either. He didnât know how much of him could be salvaged. It seemed too difficult at the moment.
Peter was doing his best to compartmentalize. To completely forget the love of his life, that heâd seen just the week before. That heâd been in the middle of moving in with. Peter just took a breath when Darcy started speaking again. âYou moved on.â His voice was quiet. Hoarse, still, from disuse. âIâm not angry. But we both know that happened.â There was a moment of silence. âAnd I havenât. Because I just saw you last week.â Peter pulled the hem of his sleeve down over his hand. His words only made tears slip down Peterâs face, turning to stare at the wall instead of Darcy as he cried. âPleaseâŠâ He whispered. He didnât know what he was about to ask. He didnât want to hear about Darcyâs pain, not if there wasnâtâŠsomething. And he knew that wasnât fair in any way, but it still hurt. They hadnât broken up. And Darcy had had five years to get over Peterâs death. At the mention of his former mentor, Peterâs face crumpled completely and he let out a quiet sob. He did his best to repress that part but it was too hard. The pain was too fresh and the one person - the one person - heâd wanted to go to for reassurance wasnât available. And he still wasnât, not really. Not the way peter needed him. âMr. Stark died,â he whispered, voice cracking. Darcy knew. That was the reason Pepper was trying to give the company to him. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, taking a deep shuddery breath. âAnd I donât know what you want to do. Youâve moved on. And IâmâŠâ His voice cracked again, another soft little noise of pain. âIâm still in love with you.â Or the Darcy he remembered. He couldnât be that different, now. But it didnât matter. Because he already knew, somewhere in him, that things wouldnât be fixed. Darcy wouldnât really want to. He was twenty-seven and wouldnât want to go back to the man heâd loved five years before. Especially if said man was nineteen and now stuck with PTSD and caught in a deep depression.
It felt like an accusation. You moved on. Darcy wanted to protest that it wasnât fair and he hadnât wanted to move on, but after those years he had been left with no other choice. Peter said that he wasnât angry, and that was believable enough â if only for the fact that Darcy could see the otherâs sadness written all over his face, obliterating any other potential emotions. He closed his eyes. âIâm so sorry,â he whispered. Looking at Peter any longer was unbearable; Darcy knew heâd undoubtedly break down if their eyes met again. All the loss heâd felt in recent years was threatening to break loose. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he exhaled shakily, his hands trembling as he crossed his arms over his chest to contain them. Finally, he had to open his eyes again. He blinked hard as he looked at Peter again. Almost everything about him was exactly as Darcy remembered â his hair as messy as it had always been when he woke up in the morning, though it was now a mess due to sleep deprivation and stress.
âI would have waited if Iâd thought there was any chance of you coming back.â Heâd thought that such a statement should have been obvious, but maybe it hadnât occurred to Peter. âIâ I donât know what I want to do.â It would be easy to say that everything would be okay, to sit next to Peter and wrap him up in a hug, to promise that somehow they would get over everything and be together again. it wouldnât solve anything, though. There would still be an additional five years lost between them. Still, it would be just as impossible to walk away and forget what they had once been. The last thing he wanted was to cause Peter any more pain than he as already in. There was no right answer, nothing he could do that would fix the situation they were in. After another long minute of deliberating, he drew a little closer to Peter.
Eyes downcast, he mulled over what to say. âI wish I could do or say something to make this easier. These are the worst circumstances I can think of, and I donât think either of us are at fault. Weâre just stuck in this cesspool of trying to figure out where to go from here.â Darcy rubbed at his temples before running a hand through his hair, looking anxiously around the room. âI never stopped caring about you. I thought about you. I loved you, too.â He stopped, his voice suddenly becoming choked. âMaybe I still do. I donât know. I donât know anything.â He wanted so badly to rush to Peter and hold onto him but it felt as though such an action would end poorly. âWe canât⊠decide anything too soon, I guess. Neither of us need to be any more hurt than we really are.â It crossed his mind that theyâd be able to try to be together again but the path to making it work seemed as though it would be long and difficult for both of them. The alternative of walking away, though? That would be even worse.
It wasnât meant to be. Peter wasnât trying to accuse Darcy of anything. Of course heâd moved on; it had been five years, Peter didnât expect any less. It wasnât out of lack of love for him. He just couldnât stay hung up on his dead ex forever. The problem was that Peter had never officially died. And he was back now, ruining Darcyâs life without really meaning to. He could lie to himself and say that was the reason he hadnât reached out. And it was true, a little. But it wasnât the entire reason and both of them knew that. âPlease donât apologize,â he whispered, hoarse voice breaking again. He squeezed his eyes shut, pretending that maybe neither of them would notice his tears that way, how he was almost ready to cry. âI donât know what youâre apologizing for.â His heart hurt. Heâd be better in a few weeks. Heâd be strong enough to really just want the best for Darcy, want him to be happy. But for now everything was just too much. The pounding in his ears just reminded him of the way Mr. Starkâs heart had slowly stopped, the way Peter had been the only one to hear that. It still haunted him.
âThere was a chance. It just wasnât much of one,â Peter said, voice barely above a whisper but audible in the silent room. He opened his eyes to look down at the floor below them, lower lip trembling a little. He wasnât doing very well to look less like a child. It only made him more aware of the years between them now. Darcy wouldnât want that. Why would he? Peter felt a few tears slip out of his eyes and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his sweater. Heâd stayed cold lately, refusing to let Karen warm up any of the rooms. It felt more fitting. âI know what I want to do,â he said, in the same quiet, slow voice. âI just want you to think about what you want.â He was giving Darcy the option to walk away. If he wanted to, at least. He didnât owe Peter anything. Heâd given him the best time of his life five years ago. Darcy didnât owe him anything. He could leave, if he wanted. Peter couldnât stop himself from feeling mildly guilty. He still wanted Darcy to hold him and let him talk. It wasnât going to happen but that didnât make some part of him want it any less.
Peter finally looked up at him, eyes no less watery. âWeâre not at fault,â he agreed, voice quiet and wavery. He wanted to say he had a strong will. And he did, when it came to some things. But he wasnât strong enough to ask darcy to leave. Maybe that was because he was a little scared he wouldnât come back. Peter just wanted some sort of closure, some sort of official end to the relationship theyâd had. He knew heâd never get it. It was still open ended, still hanging in the air between the two of them. It had ended for Darcy, no closure there, either, but heâd had time to come to terms with it. Peter hadnât. And now he was face to face with that reality again without time to really admit to himself that it was over. Darcy had moved on. And it was more than likely that he wouldnât come back. Peter couldnât really stop the muffled noise he let out at âlovedâ. He looked away again, out the window, and let tears run freely down his face this time. He knew it was past tense for Darcy but that didnât make it any easier to hear. His âI still love youâ was ringing in his own head. Maybe he repeated it again. He wasnât sure. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeves again, curling in on himself slightly. He was so, so tired. He wanted another nap, too exhausted from the conversation to really continue. âI know what I want,â he repeated quietly but firmly, wiping away his final tears with his sleeve. âI can say that as many times as you want.â It wouldnât help either of them. But he could keep saying it. It was up to Darcy. They both knew that. He lifted his gaze to meet Darcyâs again, expression tired. No matter what happened, it was going to hurt.
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Peter watched at Darcy flipped through channels to settle on a rom com. He couldnât say he was surprised, really. Darcy tended to play them on evenings like this, more there for background noise and the illusion of watching it. They were always too wrapped up in each other, distracted in one way or another. More than half the time, peter ended up asleep on some point. And more than that, it ended in something sexual. He sighed contently, leaning into Darcyâs hand in his hair. He reached carefully to pet the little kitten settled on his boyfriendâs shoulder. They were a proper little family now.
âYeah,â he answered honestly with a sweet smile. He pressed a kiss to Darcyâs lips before settling back in to lay on him. âJust thinking about something.â Several things. But they werenât bad enough to ruin the atmosphere of relaxation. Most things werenât, honestly. Not when Darcy was there. The older man was warm now, too, combined with the warmth from being bundled up in the hoodie and the blanket fort and its blankets. He was absolutely comfortable, completely content. âI was wondering..â He started, mulling over the best way to phrase it instead of his usual impulsive rush of words. He talked quickly by nature but now he was slowing himself down. âHow youâd feel about me moving in.â Officially. He already spent more time at Darcyâs than his home with May.
Peter was correct in thinking that the movie was more for background noise than anything else. He was tired and knew that he would have wanted to focus if heâd put on something more action-packed, whereas simple romantic movies were easier to follow without having to put in the attention. Peter tended to fall asleep during evenings like this, and Darcy would usually respond by carrying him to bed and curling around him. He wouldnât have minded if that particular evening ended the same way. Closing his eyes and smiling into the quick kiss that the other gave him, he relaxed, warm with contentment. The man he loved was happy in his arms, the kitten heâd adopted purring with pleasure alongside them. How could he be anything but ecstatic?
He forced himself to listen when Peter spoke, certain that whatever he had to say would be appropriately important. The suggestion was⊠surprising, almost, but Darcy hid any sort of shocked reaction well, simply letting out a breath and smiling as he looked down.·âI think Iâd feel pretty good about that,â he said softly. Now that it had been suggested, it seemed obvious. They had progressed from friends to lovers to an actual couple, and they spent more days together than apart, most of which were spent in Darcyâs apartment. Peterâs things were scattered all over the place and he had a toothbrush in the bathroom. When Darcy came home from work, he expected to see Peter there. His moving in officially was logically the next step. Once upon a time, this would have seemed alien to Darcy, like any couple who moved in together could be rushing it â but instead, he didnât feel that way at all. The prospect of living with Peter was completely natural.
This evening would be like any other. Peter would fall asleep and wake up the next morning in their bed, Darcy curled up with him. Heâd either fall asleep in the end half of the movie or the beginning of the second one, if he felt like staying awake, at least. The only difference was that this evening, Peter actually had things he wanted to discuss. It shouldnât have made him nervous. Darcy was always good about listening and talking things over. He didnât overreact too badly, either. But Peter couldnât help the slight jittery feeling he got when he had to bring things up. Especially...well, he wanted to just remind Darcy what he was in for. That if he wanted to date Peter, he had to date Spider-Man. Peter wasnât going to give him up.
Peter tilted his head to look up at Darcy. âAre you sure?â He asked, tracing shapes against his boyfriendâs chest out of nerves and need to do something with his hands. âI just figured, since Iâm here most of the time anyway and most of my clothes are here...â It wasnât really a huge jump from what they were doing, honestly. Peter didnât spend near as many evenings with Aunt May as he did with Darcy. His things were scattered across the apartment, little touches of him living there everywhere. His toothbrush was in the bathroom here. Razors and lotion, too. He had a drawer with most of his clothes in Darcyâs bedroom, had a specific place where he charged his phone every night he stayed over. It felt more like he was living there, anyway.
