#arachost

[nextwonder]

you say jump i say how high

exactlee we're so in sync

[attercopus]

i've probably already found more trouble than i've bargained for.

you made a fool of death... pt. 1. / @arachost

        " eh well -- that just means for next time, you'll be more prepared. "

      kabiguru wasn't in the habit of chastising. he wasn't ghost's father; nor her brother. call them acquaintances, or coworkers -- you'll find the older spidey prefers the word 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 instead. ( of course. she ain't know much of him yet but, eh.... they can figure that out ! ) for that reason, he only shrugs. 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 the girl on the back.

" 's part of the job. sometimes you really gotta get properly 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 in before you can really take somethin' head on. " or in kabi's case often, thrown around. ( never take your battles to a basketball court. once should've been enough but twice ? ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴇᴊɪᴛ. ) " you've got a lifetime of mistakes ahead of you, mēẏē . dwell on it, sure - but ain't it better to roll with them instead ? " at the very least, that's what he did. in more ways than one !

[1lvaites]

cryptic

only veterans will understand

[wasntmj-a]

❝    you’re her,   aren’t you   ...   ❞      her voice cracks,   and the new york rain is making the pavement glisten from the neon lights of the streets.   mj is soaked to the bones from having run from the parkers down to where she would always meet gwen.   now that she thought of it,   she  -   she’d never really known where gwen was from.  had they talk about it before ?   maybe in passing.   maybe in vague sentences that mj refuses to pry in.   maybe that was what made them such good,  fast friends.   sharing stories over hot french fries in between mj’s break.

it’s crazy how things change so instantly.

somewhere in her head,   mj  -   mj knows it couldn’t be possible.   how can it be ?   didn’t gwen stacy die ?   this cause of peter’s anguish,   this one ghost that haunts beyond peter parker’s room,   the grave that peter never quite unburies but he stays there,   lingering,   like he’s expecting,   any time now,   the grave would unfold,  and walk out this love of his straight into his arms.   mj feels  ...   she doesn’t know she feels.  confused ?   angry ?   betrayed ?

had peter known ?   or had mj crack another code accidentally and is drowning by the secrets her so-called close friends wouldn’t tell ?   it hurts.   that,  she knows.   it hurts deep in her chest.   gwen stacy is alive.   how,   when,   what ?   why would no one tell her anything ?   if she disappears into the night right now,   would they even care ?   ❝    you’re peter’s gwen.   you  -   ...   you’re alive ?   ❞  

 * @arachost​ !

[torchered]

     he’s    never    been    one    for    the    dark.    maybe    that’s    what    gave    him     this    power    ,    blessed    with    the    ability    to    be    a    light    for    everyone    else.    𝒃𝒖𝒕    𝒘𝒉𝒐    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔    𝒕𝒉𝒆     𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕     𝒇𝒐𝒓     𝒚𝒐𝒖  ?    gaze    flickers    ,    shifts    into    the    depths    of    the    alley  -  there’s    a    warmth    ,    a    being    shrouded    in    the    darkness.    hand    lifts    &    with    it    ,    a    fire    rests    upon    calloused    skin.      “    i    think    this    city’s    got    a    spider    problem.    ”      𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘    𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗦    𝗧𝗢    𝗔    𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘    ,    superheroes    seemed    to    be    drawn    to    new    york  -  he    knows    the    pull    all    to    well.    [    or    maybe    it's    the    city's    PLEA    ,    calling    forth    help    from    any    corner    of    the    universes    ,    that    leads    them    here.    ]    without    shifting    focus    from    the    other    ,    the    flame    grows    ,    shadows    dancing    along    worn    brick    as    a    step    is    taken    towards    the    other.    a    smile    ,    and    then    ,    “    gonna    introduce    yourself  ?    ”          /          @arachost​ 

[webbedaunt-a]

        brows   pull   together   to   twist   her   expression   into   one   of   manufactured   confusion,   shooting   the   other   girl   a   look   that   clearly   said   the   opposite.       ❛ correct   me   if   i’m   wrong,   but   i   think   that’s   exactly   why   it   IS   your   fault. ❜       it   isn’t   said   with   anger   or   blame,   and   the   way   her   lips   curve   upward   at   the   corners   hopefully   speaks   to   her   intention.       ❛ now,   FOCUS. ❜

                @arachost​  :   ‘  that  wasn’t  my  fault.  I  was  texting.  ’

[peterparkear]

@arachost​ - boys will be bugs by cavetown 

       “ I  SKIPPED class to sit with you. ” peter said, slumping down before nudging gwen with his shoulder.  “ i really like your spotty sweater. ”

[midtownbest]

❛      you    must    promise    me    that    you    will    hold    onto    hope    .    .    .     keep    it    alive.    we    have    to    be    greater    than    what    we    suffer.     ❜

&.    @arachost​    liked    for    a    one    liner    !