TOM HOLLAND as PETER PARKER in Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) dir. Jon Watts
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TOM HOLLAND as PETER PARKER in Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) dir. Jon Watts
Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi
Chris Evans as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)
Are you here with a mission, sir? I am.
Trying to get me back in the world? Trying to save it.
Steve Rogers in The Avengers (2012)
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things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
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Things that are meant to be are falling into place 🧿
*strokes beard*
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me: *shoves my entire face into my cat’s body*
cat: *heaves a heavy sigh as he grimly accepts his fate*
What do you do for a living
i try my best
silver
silver
silver, as you watched bare feet dance around your living room,
tiny skirts and bruised knees, you scolded me for the mess i’ve made
silver, like the friends you’ve invited over, the men you tell me to steer clear from
gray, as they pretended to undress me
kitten, they called me, I hated it
and so did you
silver, as the cigarette smoke you blew out too close to my face with my head in your lap,
telling me how much of a filthy habit it was and that you’re going to stop
but you never do
silver, as the hair tousled in between my fingers and the lines between us
“Whatever you want.” you said.
pink, in covet as we make the sheets dirty
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about a boy
your crooked smile,
I favored more than your eyes
not of the way you smiled at me,
but the way a grin tugs on the corner of pulpy lips
at a blues song or the taste of your favorite drink
your large, calloused hands gripping my thigh
while i preferred them wrapped around my neck
skilled, playing me like worn out guitar strings,
how i wish to be held between your two fingers
and ashed out when you’ve had enough
“I do like you.” he said.
a wild stare and a stern line
“Don’t look at me like that.”
i wish i said but i didn’t before i fell
face first for the crooked smile,
cold brew and the guitar strings,
the scar on your hip and your thumbs against my cheeks
to be every story you tell,
to be every word tumbling off your tongue
mine, you called me,
a sojourn that lingered a while longer