#dash: starters

[emmaleexparker]

Now imagine this: you’re sittin around doin your own thing when out of the blue Marvel drops the newest Spider-Man trailer and you decide “what the hey, let’s watch it in public” because nothin could make you cry as much as Infinity War did, right?

Wrong. Seein my bae Peter all happy and healthy made me full on sob in the middle of Times Square. Like full on sobbin like a baby who ain’t gettin his way.

So what’s a girl to do? Fake a break up and pretend this Peter you’re crying over is him and not Peter Parker. Because that solves everything.  Except some nice old lady is gonna ask to see pictures and you can’t just nope your way out of this one and you can’t use anybody she’ll know or you’ll be caught lying. So I used one of my exes from back home back there’s no way in hell she knows anybody from Georgia only to find out she lived down the street from your ex and knows his name ain’t Peter.

Long story short: some old lady thinks I’ve lost my marbles and I’m still confused as to how Far from Home is gonna work it’s way into the timeline, but at least my bae is alive?

[xrileyberry-blog]

There’s no need to fear, for your girl has arrived safe and sound in what’s going to be our brand new home. Looks like I’m one of the first few here, so that’s sweet! Means there’s gonna be more cookies for me once I sneak them out of the kitchen and into my room. They’ll never see it coming. 

[httpdaph-blog]

@sethkowal

she was covered in blood. a large gash on her cheek from something’s claws. she had torn off the skirt of her expensive dress to her knees so she could run easier in her stilettos. bruises on her ribcage, on her arms. she was weak from using too much magic, even with so many other witches fighting along side her. still -- one thought kept her running through the night. seth. she had to find seth. was he alive? was he injured? was he dying right now? she hated herself for letting him out of her sight. daphne knew she wasn’t cut out for this. she wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t like her brother. practically having to drag her tired body, she considers going home. she wasn’t going to find him. maybe he was among the taken, or even dead. she starts to head out of the outskirts of town, maybe home, maybe not. staggering steps finally led into town, where she spotted a head of red hair. “seth!” daphne cries out in a rough, choked tone. running now, she practically crashes into the tall human. “where the fuck have you been?! are you hurt?”