#arachbit

[mareyjane]

––––  [ & i'm almost me again, he's almost you! ]

[vlyuvdova]

whatever happened to that goofy costume of yours? it's a lot more pleasing than the hot topic catalogue you've got on.

❝  it amazes me that you have the confidence & lack of self - awareness to stand there & give anyone fashion advice  ...  of all things.  ❞  she leans into her tone,  as if to punctuate with a really,  parker ?    ❝  & you’re married to a model.  ❞

[skunkbrat]

🐤 yo, rogue!

TWEETS !       +   @arachbit.

[devoutfear]

Hey there! I was just wondering what religion Matt was :) Thanks

he’s murdockian 

[mareyjane]

[borat voice] my wife

you’re sleeping on the couch tonight

[mareyjane]

haha mj you're so funny can i please sleep in the bed again

            ❝   sure,  champ!   i’m on my way out for a date,  anyway.   i’ll tell dicaprio you said hi!   bye now!  ❞

[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]

⤳   @arachbit​​​​ asked:     ‹  do you always speak in riddles? ›

“ riddles? ” ha! eyes narrow as she flashes her gaze his direction, though maintains the widespread grin plastered along her lips. mouth hangs agape for a moment, head shaking, breathy laughter passing her lips, before she rolls her eyes playfully and stands from the booth, now towering over harry, flash and petey himself –– though her eyeline is strictly on the latter. “ your willful misunderstanding of the female species will go down in history as the greatest fumble known to man. sometimes i wonder how you haven't caught fire yet with all that lumber in between your ears. ” she'd be loathe to admit it, but the girl's been taking master classes in calling these idiots out from gwen for a while now, and she's in just the right sort of mood to put all that book-learning to practice. with a stern look, she turns to flash, catching him a bit off guard as she asks, “ do you find me difficult to get, blue eyes? ” she barely waits for him to finish nervously shaking his head before returning to glare down at peter. “ how about you give me a call when you either get smart or hire an interpreter, hotshot. i'm leavin'. ”