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peter ‘idk how to talk to girls’ parker. 

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        HETERO-CHROMATIC  EYES  WOULD  ROLL  at  such  an  inane  comment.  Her  heartbeat  picks  up,  such  ignorance  of  the  world  at  a  larger  scale  is  what  it  is.  Sure,  he’s  in  the  larger  different  community,  but  hardly  part  of  hers.  Maybe  under  different  circumstances  she  would  argue  the  point,  but  she  resigns  the  point.  In  a  perfect  world  he’s  RIGHT.  

        Her  world  hardly  ever  consisted  of  perfect  rights  and  wrongs.  The  lines  were  always  shifting.  “  That’s  such  a  HERO  thing  to  say,  fucking  hell.  Do  you  even  hear  yourself  ??  Or  do  you  just  spit  out,  all  robotic  like.  Do  you  even  believe  that  shit  ??  You  sound  like  a  4 am  sermon  that’s  about  thirty  years  old.  Now  I  think  its  best  in  this  moment,  for  you  to  leave. ”

          If her words were fists, she would have plummeted him in that moment. It was an onslaught that he’s heard before, but in a much different variation, but her version was more ruthless in retrospect. 

          “What the honest ass ?? Yes, I do believe in those words, thank you very much !!” Words filled with exasperation, with an edge of offense. He huffed some, arms crossing across his chest, as if trying to physically defy the words she had thrown so unfairly at. 

          “Sorry that I say such hero things, end of the freakin’ world !!” He muttered, looking over to the once broken window, that was now covered in his webbing. 

          “Well, uh, can you just ----- show me the way out. Don’t wanna break your window.” A pause. “Again.”

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        her cheeks are stained black with runny mascara, but she stopped crying awhile ago. right now she just looks lost with glassy eyes and a body that shrinks into itself. shoulder presses to the wall farthest from him, arms crossed over her chest, head turned. she knows if she glances back, all she’ll see in his eyes is the sympathetic glances of waitresses, the free coffee that practically screamed ‘ poor girl ’, and all the humiliation that came with it. she almost forgot what it was to feel so pathetic   —   almost.

        let her count the ways she loves him   —   then she’ll count the ways she doesn’t. her finger traces around the rim of her half   -   drunk coffee cup and she opens her mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper. how many years have they spent, dancing around the prospect of dating ?? they have all but the label   —   the warmth of intertwined fingers, the clumsy joy of first kisses, the excitement of dates and laughing into kissing and everything between. 

               ❝   it’s whatever.   ❞   mumbled under breath as she tries so hard to not cry again. she never wants to feel so weak   ;   she’s had enough of it for tonight. she’s not sure her heart can take much more. two words. that’s all she can offer him right now.

          Those two words hung heavy among the busy going-on’s of the diner around them. A world that seemed so distant to Peter right now. He couldn’t fathom anything to say, any words to soothe her, or to reassure her. It’s not that he didn’t want to, or even had the urge not to, but they just ---- slipped from his mind; he was running blank. Peter felt that he was beginning to get some stares just standing there, his hands open by his sides. 

          “Could ---- Could I sit down ??” He asked, but decided to anyways. The leather of the booths were as unwelcoming and cold as the palms of his hands. 

          “It’s not just . . . whatever.” He said. “I screwed up, so bad, I know I did. I know I haven’t been the best . . .” Been the best what? The best boyfriend? The bestest of friends? He didn’t know. Words drying up in his throat, not knowing where they were going to go next, but he just had to focus, he had to try not to stare at her eyes; does she even care right now ?? Does she even want him here ?? He didn’t know. He and Uncle Ben never had these talks, the: How to Not Ruin Your Relationships. 

          “I know I haven’t been there for you lately. It’s not . . . you or anything like that, it’s just, I’ve been so busy ----- one moment I look at my watch and the next thing I know three hours have passed me by. I just ----” Lies. Really all of them honestly. But what more could he say ?? That he’s been wearing spandex and fighting other masked-individuals that also wear spandex, or sometimes another material altogether ?? 

          “Let me make it up to you, okay ?? I wanna do whatever you wanna do.”

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          Drinking wasn’t exactly one of Peter’s forte. He tried it once, very briefly, and hated it. He couldn’t bare four sips, finding it difficult to believe that people could get beyond that point; the point of no return. That’s where Mary-Jane was at right now, he knew that, and so did she. Honestly, he lost count of how many shots she’d taken, but he saw their effects on her. Peter tried guiding her down, but she ended up plopping instead. Slurred words came out, but he was able to understand what she was trying to say. 

          “Of course,” he reassured her. “I’m not gonna leave you like this.” A soft, small smile formed. He offered her his hand, nodding towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go. Let me take you home, how about that? Sound good?”  ( x )

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i thought today was gonna be shit but then i got a call saying i got the job at this book place that i’ve wanted to work at forever now !!!!!!!!!!!!

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          “Look . . . I’m sorry ----- alright ?? I know I promised you I’d be here, I know that. It’s just . . . I don’t know, time just got away from me ----- I’ve been hitting the books a lot harder than I should, maybe.” Another classic excuse from Parker. If it wasn’t obvious enough his gaze was averted from hers, feeling the prickling sense of guilt warm the backside of his neck. 

          Peter hated the way she looked at him, truthfully. Eyes that seemed to hold so much emotion behind them, ready to burst at any moment, an unending amount of tears he can already assume; that was Julie, after all. 

          Just a simple dinner, that’s what he promised. A nice, homey sit-down meal at the diner. They were going to share each others company, exchange looks back and forth, their feet accidentally touching every so often as the both of them fidgeted in their seat. It’s been two years since graduation and he still didn’t know what they were. A couple was probably a loose, undefined term for them. Their interactions could be mistaken for such, yet both parties had not established a connection of any sort. 

          They were just free-floating as the memories of high school faded behind them. Things were easier then, they didn’t have as much free time. Julie had her life and Pete had his own. But it was difficult now, despite college meaning you had less free time than before, there still felt like there were empty spaces that Peter wasn’t fulfilling on his end of their friendship ( ? ) and he knew why. Spider-Man. 

          “Just ----- I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.” He looked like a moron, standing beside the table she was sitting at, feeling like he wasn’t welcomed to sit down. 

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS   .

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APHRODITE :      laughter-loving.      sweet  smiles.     dressed  in  silk  and  satin.    flower  in  their  hair.     sees  the  world  as  a  runway.     unapologetically  sexual.    the  sea  washing  their  ankles.    in  love  with  love.   stirrer  of  passion.     cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips.     secret  daggers.    doves.     revolution  in  their  kiss.     delighting  in  the  waves.     flirtatious  winks.    strolling  along  the  beach.      staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony.   this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker.     wants  to  be  adored.     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO :       glitz  and  glamour.     art  galleries.     turning  the  volume  up.     being  made  of  gold.     neatly-organized  music  sheets.     notebooks  filled  with  poetry.   bathing  in  the  sunlight.    the  powerful  urge  to  create.    collecting  vinyl  records.     beautiful  cover  of  wonderwall.     playing  multiple  instruments.    tasting  like  sunshine.     healing  touch.   speaking  in  prophecies.      smile  mingled  with  wrath.     shunning  lies.   sporting  shades.     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends.      sleeps  naked.  arrow  to  the  heart.   paint  brushes.     probably  has  a  tinder  account.

ARES :       armed  for  battle.      wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other.    soft  spot  for  children.     gives  piggyback  rides.  scarred  body.     blood  on  their   hands  and  face.    willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love.   fights  against  injustice. warm  hugs.      well-worn  combat  boots.    boxing gloves.     bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles.   fist  raised  in  protest.      ignites  revolutions.     fear  is  a  prison.      more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think.     exhausted.   damaged  goods.    force  to  be  reckoned  with.    red  roses.    curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS :       keen  sense  of  a  hunter.       freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin.    piercing  eyes.    disheveled  braid.     moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows.   the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night.      lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars.   mother  doe  and  her  fawn.      protecting  their  kin.    the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake.      quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree.    running  with  wolves.  bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire.     not  being  much  of  a  people  person.      arrow  hitting  a  target.     popping  egos.    patience  on  3%.   touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA :     discerning  gaze.     unreadable  face.     quiet  museums.     owl  perched  on  their  finger.     armor  that  intimidates.     eye  for  architecture.     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses.     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid.     big  fan  of  logic.     loves  brain  teasers, ancient  buildings.     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors.   hair  done  up.   can  kill  you  with  their  brain.    heads  to  the  library  often  to  research.    sharpened  pencils.   abs  that  can  cut  steel.    stoic  statues.     pottery classes.

DEMETER :      soil-covered  hands.   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers.     skin  loved  by  the  sun.    being  the  mom-friend.  can  lift  you  and  your  friends.  flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls.     takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden.     speaks  to  their  plants.       leaves  rustling  in  the  wind.     stalks  of  wheat.    picking  fruit.     greenhouses.  heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain.  values  simplicity.   daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone.  curls  crowned  with  flowers.     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues.     pulling  out  fresh-   baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS :     drunk  shitposter.   on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second.   seductive  smirks.     untamed curls.   rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin.      sleek-furred  panthers.     theater  masks.    stage  productions.   receiving  a  standing  ovation.     rose  caught  between  their  teeth.      being  the  baby  of  the  bunch.     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup.    creeping  vines.     inspiring  loyalty.   grand  opera  houses.     masquerade  balls.     rolls  of  film.     shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor.    pouring  champagne  into  flutes.    lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS :    the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor.      sweaty  brow.    flame  burning  in  their  eyes.     inventive  mind.   broad  shoulders.     steampunk  goggles.    nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes.     ashes.    striking  a  match.     blueprints        for  future  projects.     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades.        wrestles  with  bitterness.  work  boots  have  seen  better  years.     wrinkled  plaid              shirts.    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire.    huge  jackets.   crafting  masterpieces.     greased-    stained  overalls.     fascination  with  robotics.   pain  is  fuel.    stack  of  weaponry.              even   their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA :       resting  bitch  face.    dressed  to  the  nines.   cows  grazing  on  a  pasture.   cool  rain. loving  and  hating  fiercely.     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls.     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals.    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims.     romance  to  realism.    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane.     files  that  under  fuck  it.   downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix.   like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded.     knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man.   dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul.   marble  and  gold.

HERMES :     devil-may-care  smile.  always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology.   will  steal  your  french  fries.   does  it  for  the vine.     shitposter.    puts  googly  eyes  on  everything.     meme  hoarder.     long  drives  on  the  highway.   ma  and  pop  diners.  spontaneous  road  trips.  folded  maps.  fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop.      shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court.   chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations.  goes  jogging  in  the  morning.     mixes  redbull  with  coffee.    menace  on  april fool’s.   hoodies  and  sneakers.  

POSEIDON :    storm  with  skin.     colorful  coral  reefs.    waves  crashing  against  the  shore.     stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat.    their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop.   tousled  locks.    clothes  smeared  with  paint.     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more.     leather  jackets.    fondness  for  diy  projects.   handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page.   nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin.    velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams.  mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea.    the  roar  of  a  motorcycle.    compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS :     thunder  in  their  heart.     running  on  coffee.     flash  of  lightning.     natural charisma.  eloquence.   badass  in  a  nice  suit.   aficionado  of  history.   force of nature.  lenny  face.    nightmare-filled  nights.   proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist.   high-rise  buildings.   planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky.      technician  on  the  piano.  maintains  order.    strong  handshake.    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule with  ease. expensive watch.

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luckreflex:

          “  I’d  know,  I’m  a  Scorpio  too. ”  The  comment  was  offhand,  not  even  in  response  to  him.  Folding  her  arms  over  her  chest,  she  watched  the  dog  hop  forward.  He  really  was  tiny,  only  up  to  the  middle  part  of  Spider-man’s  calf.  It  was  cute,  though;  seeing  their  interaction.  And  for  a  moment  it  didn’t  feel  like  there  was  a  glass  hole  in  her  window,  or  litter  scattered  in  piles.  It  felt  normal,  in  a  good  way.  Catching  herself  smiling  too  much  she  cleared  her  throat  quietly. 

    Magic ??  She  hadn’t  even  thought  of  that.  Things  like  that  rarely  traveled  in  the same  circles  as  her.  Sure,  a  few  run-ins,  mishaps  but  it  didn’t  make  sense  to  her.  She  grasped  her  chin,  thinking  it  over.  “  I  thought  she’d  just  be  another  mutant.  Some  of  us  can  dampen  powers. ”   Though  she  had  never  had  the  displeasure  to  experience  such  a  sensation.  She’d  LUCKILY  had  always  been  on  the  right  side  of  those  kinds.  

With  the  tone  of  his  voice,  she  became  agitated,  “  I’ll  STOP  YOU  right  there.  Listen,  you  keep  implying  that  I  have  no  one  around  me.  Like  I  don’t  have  people  who  care.  No  one  stayed  here,  because  I  didn’t  want  them  to.  Things  aren’t  as  CUT  AND  DRY  in  our  ‘mutant / merc  community’  as  your  good  guy,  magic  asshole  one.  I  appreciate  you  saving  my  ass  but  you  don’t  know  me. ”

          Good guy magic asshole community. “Jeez ----- I don’t know Dr. Strange that well.”

          Offhanded reply seeps through dry, nervous lips. It came out as quickly as his heart rate picked up. Tips of his fingers grow cold, clammy. He felt a pit take a straight and hard nosedive off a diving board right into his lower stomach. A frown slightly forming behind the mask, joints seizing in the spot. A sense of humiliation clouded his mind. 

          “You don’t have to ask for someone to stay ----- someone would have stayed, despite your protests of wanting them to leave. I appreciate that you appreciate me saving you, but I don’t gotta know no one to know that leaving you alone was unbelievably irresponsible for anyone to do.” 

          “Sometimes, you gotta go beyond what someone wants, and do what you think is best for them in that moment.”

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wrathcarne:

            ❛  Why, because you’re so SMALL? Small enough to crush under my heel, I bet.  ❜ Ocular perception is downcast, they’re releasing their grip on the fire escape to drop below. ❛  Now that I have your attention, maybe you’ll listen to what I have to say!!  ❜

      A tick.    ❛  … I’m bored.  ❜

          A pause. Perhaps the strangest of words to ever grace a villains lips. Truthfully, Peter would have preferred the usual spiel. You know, about the murdering part, how Carnage’ll rip his limbs from each of his sockets, and how he’d peel off his flesh like an onion; things of that villainous nature. The casual topic of being bored just ------ rubbed Peter in every wrong way imaginable. 

          “Uh, yeah. Look, I have a phone you know. You can look me up on Snapchat.” He held up his phone. Please don’t mind the Pokemon phone cover, it’s a personal taste. “It’s less destructive that way.”

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cletus kas.ady is the type of dude to fart on his hand & then smell it afterwards :///////