I 𝘈𝘔 THE SUN.

♥ go get 'em, tiger.

[mareyjane]

headcanon & 616 based .... MARY JANE WATSON,            *   i  think  you’d  fall  in  love  with  anyone  who  fell  in  love  with  you   –––    &  they  frequently  do !       . . .        [   by  róisín.  ]     heavily  affiliated  with  @lovehypothesis  and  @arachbit.                        graphics  inspired  by  ana  (lovehypothesis).

[mareyjane]

getting mjbrained more n more so i may do a little rework here tn aesthetically :3

[wr3hart]

“I promise I won’t be late for dinner.”

“You said that yesterday.”

 "I double promise I won’t be late for dinner.“

[mareyjane]

ohhhhh this is soooooo

[psychecreations]

There's no playbook for raising someone like her... or being someone like you. You just gotta make the right adjustments at half-time.

THE WATSON-PARKERS Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

[mareyjane]

She feels like a total, proper mess. She looks ragged – split ends, hair in a loose and unkempt bun, it's been about three days since she changed her clothes, she swears the little red patch on her chin is a breakout in the making, and sleep is just totally, utterly, completely, absurdly, non-existent. Who talked her into this whole have a baby thing? As if recognizing this internally sounded cue, there comes that voice: "I'm falling in love with you every day." @arachbit's words make her breath hitch, a simply instinctive action that doesn't often happen to ready-for-anything MJ Watson. Simultaneously a cool sort of relief washes over her, settling her muscles, nearly making her drop the baby bottle in hand. For a moment she is not vomit, drool & food-covered.

Classic smile spreads like wildfire; call it exhaustion or hormones or just the fact she loves Peter Parker with every ounce of her own body weight, whatever it might be, the girl melts. ❝ Sweet-talker, ❞ she calls him, though the playful chastisement is unmatched to the sincerity of her reaction. There were times, back in the old days, haunting the Bean and dancing wild to the hottest tunes she could dig up on their janky old jukebox, that she figured herself a bit second-class. A stunning admittance, really, for a gal like her  –  she was less the fall-in-love type, more the sweet-little-fling kind. Folks she danced with stayed for a song, not an album. All she wanted, and she didn't want it with a single other soul, was for Peter Parker to listen to the full record.

❝ You're not shaping up to leave for the day after getting a girl's hopes up like that, are you? ❞

[mareyjane]

you have to eat your vegetables, mj

they don't vibe with me, mister - i'm a sweets gal all the way!

[mareyjane]

i didn't make anything fun for it but it's @arachbit's birthday so i will, in honor of this, be logged into mj for the inevitable future on at least one browser at any given point in time

[arachbita]

hey can ah have mayday for a few hours

@mareyjane dinner tn?

[mareyjane]

you don't have to ask me twice, tiger!

[arachbita]

THERE WERE RULES ABOUT COMING HOME LATE — don't use the microwave, don't make too much noise and wake the downstairs neighbors, and don't startle Mayday awake. Some days more than others it was easy to follow, but Spider-Man Peter finds himself in a bit of a pickle whenever MJ takes a nap on the couch. The wash of light from their TV spreads across the walls as he enters; for some reason the hallway light was on — tiptoeing as best he could, ol' webhead is startled by the bunched up towel thrown at his head. Of course he couldn't have seen it coming — Spider-Sense doesn't work on her like that.

"Hello to you too, Red," he says, thankful that his confusion and embarrassment is hidden behind the mask. "I'm surprised you're up this late — don't you have something with your agent tomorrow? Why are you still up?" As Peter moves to her and takes his hand in hers, knowing full well why she was awake, he gives it a squeeze. "Sorry I didn't call. I hope you haven't been watching the mess on the news, it's — not pretty, I know. But I made it in one piece."

@mareyjane.

[mareyjane]

"News, shnewz... you know I don't pay attention to that stuff." Liar. She leans ever so cautiously backward so that her eyeline clears the hallway entry, giving her a straight sight to Mayday's bedroom door. Shut. Phew. And, at least for now, not a peep from that baby monitor she'd been snoozing right next to. The couch had always been a friend to her: late nights made her nervous, loathe she was to admit it, and when he took his sweet time keeping this city safe... The way she smiles is like a melting of relief washing over her, as the breath of withheld tension finally breaks. "But a text would be appreciated." She wouldn't let him off too easy.

Arm reaches out, gesturing him to come over, an olive branch with the promise that whatever anger she might've felt at the radio silence has immediately been all-too-overwhelmed by the fact that he'd come back, which was the only thing she ever really cared about. "It'll be fine. He's used to me needing an obscene amount of cover-up on my under-eye circles before any important intro meetings. Having a baby is a killer excuse for exhaustion."

[mareyjane]

mary jane :)

wanda django :) i see you're looking beautiful as ever today

[mareyjane]

mary jane some guy named the doodler or whatever made the kids disappear

oh noooooo..... aw.... oh man. ohhhhh

[mareyjane]

can i buy you dinner pretty lady.

i'd be properly downtrodden if you didn't, blue eyes

[skunkbrat]

would u leave him for me :(

faster than a blink o' the eye, sweetheart, you give me the word. ah'm yours

[arachbita]

what is HAPPENING right now we have a child mary jane.

[mareyjane]

aren't we broken up in canon right now i haven't been following

[arachbita]

@mareyjane can you come home from work i miss being objectified

[mareyjane]

i'm on my way i just quit my job

[skunkbrat]

stop looking at me all funny im taken by my hot wife

ah'm not looking at YOU funny you're looking at ME funny and my hot husband would squash you

[arachbita]

bro my SUPERMODEL ACTRESS wife would not say yes to you.

[skunkbrat]

@mareyjane would u give me a chance

[mareyjane]

yeah actually

[kikiyo]

My name is 𝙆𝙞𝙠𝙮ō. – I am a priestess who is unable to leave this world and reach the sacred place. No, that is not entirely the truth. Once I was a priestess. Now I am but a corpse with a cursed, false existence. No matter how much I desire to do good and help others, the truth is I live off the souls of the dead. Pure is impure. Impure is pure. 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. 𝐸𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. Or is it? #KIKIYO BY ROISIN.