#goblincomplex

[cxrebral-archive]

notice; it is now modern!charles’ goal to collect meet all the spidey kids. so far, he’s on a roll.

[traineddamsel-a]

lol harry x mj tho

when of if I started shipping it.

I didn’t really start shipping them until I was older and revisited the comics. I remember knowing that they were together at a certain when I was younger but it wasn’t until recently when I’ve been able to think them over more that I started appreciating them as a ship. 

my thoughts:

Okay so it’s complicated. I think they are a beautiful mid-game ship when done correctly. Harry and MJ have an ability to be what the other needs, for each other they step up time and again. At their core, they are genuinely good friends for each other to have - because they understand each other on an emotional level that no one else can touch. Also with Harry’s instability, MJ is someone who can get through to him and be a good sounding point/anchor. As much good they bring out in each other, it’s their issues that make it impossible for them to be something which is sustainable. MJ has a stubbornly independent streak, Harry’s substance abuse problems - they can be equally as bad for each other given the right circumstances. 

What makes me happy about them:

How sweet they are with each other, it kills me. Harry wouldn’t hurt MJ on purpose and she is always going to love him and want the best for him. It’s that genuine and pure love for each other that can’t be changed that gets me all types of emotional. 

What makes me sad about them:

As characters their insecurities hurt me. Together it’s probably the fact that they wouldn’t work in the long run. 

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Harry’s characterization in fanfics annoys me a lot in general. HE ISN’T A BAD GUY, HE JUST NEEDS SOME HELP. 

things I look for in fanfic:

Characterization that doesn’t make me groan (see above).

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

MJ with Peter. Harry with Liz. 

My happily ever after for them:

If they were to end up together? It would involve a lot of therapy, okay? So much. But one where Harry gets away from his dad, lives with MJ in a shoebox apartment and she teaches him how to thrive on his own and that he’s good enough and wonderful and ugh. 

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

MJ likes to nuzzle in to his nooks and crannies until he relaxes into a cuddle session. 

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Going on long drives. 

[standinginmybrain-blog]

goblincomplex stands in the brain

"Oscorp has no business vith me, and vice verza... unless you have something to offer of greater value to me, ya?"

[notyourdarkphoenix]

Quentin hates Wanda but he got mad when he saw that Harry called her a freak.

[beidhormrith-archive]

places url.

Opinion on;

Character in general: ahhhh honestly ive not really interacted with you before and idk whether its the amount of ppl i follow but i rarely see you running around my dash? D; from the small little tid bits i have seen though, absolutely wonderful!!!!!!!!!! spiderman was like my all time fave comic when i was young and now too and from what i have seen, you nail harry perfectly!!!!!!!!!!!! literally the only thing about your blog that throws me off is the lack of tags but thats just me!!!!!!! i panic when i cant find things right awayHow they play them: wonderfully!!!!!!!!!The Mun: again, not spoken to you ooc before but im sure youre lovely!!!!!!

Do I:

RP with them: no B(Want to RP with them: i'd love to!!!!!!!!!!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: princess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[gxnevra-archieve]

[text; osborn]: come to bed and hug me

[text; osborn]: im too lazy to shout

[filiusferrum-blog]

you stop that

[gxnevra-archieve]

Behind his doubts, his anger, pain and ego, he was just a man. A boy who got lost on his way to adult life. A boy who had to care for his father’s company, for his friends and lovers. Just a simple boy, cigarette between his lips and hands hidden in the sleeves of his sweater. Ginny learned to like this boy, to care for him and to love him, to make him feel better with her words and actions. Both were damaged in some ways. Trapped in a diary, seduced, her mind stolen by a man she trusted, the man she called her best friend. Hours spent crying, sleep deprived and wishing for someone who wouldn’t pity her. Ginny wanted to forget and Harry didn’t push her into talking about this incident. He was careless and easy, sometimes grumpy and bad tempered, but so was she. They were perfect for eachother, with all the quirks and faults they had. Ginny was standing on the small balcony in her flat, cup of coffee in her hands, shivering and shaking from the cold air outside. She was wearing some high-waisted shorts and a lacy bra. Ginny had left her blouse on the couch, where Harry eagerly ripped it off of her body. That’s how they spent most of their free time.

Fucking, fighting, making up and making out. "You alright?" Ginny heard his voice from behind, deep and raspy. She shrugged and kept staring at the suburban buildings that made the landscape seem sad and boring. Of course she wasn’t alright. It was their last week together. How would their relationship develop from that point? Would they visit eachother? Would they decide to move in together? Or break up? Ginny was clueless and she could only enjoy the time they had left. Harry lit a cigarette and took a drag, the smoke immediately filled her nostrils. A few months ago she would have coughed and pretended to choke but now that she got used to it, the scent affected her in a calming way. Harry kissed her neck, making Ginny smile. His wet kisses on her skin were almost therapeutic and they made her lose herself in his company. He was lustful, arrogant and made her want to rip out her hair in frustration. Still not turning around to face him, Ginny took a sip of her coffee and spoke. “Do you think we can still be friends after you leave?” The question was haunting her ever since they got to England. It was obvious that he had to leave one day. Although they started out as friends, Ginny wasn’t sure if they could go back to that after all the things that were said and done. Hopeless lovers, lost in their own company. Not friends. Harry put his arms around her, the fag between his slim finger turned and glowed. Ginny finally turned around, putting down her cup, bur she was still avoiding his icy gaze. “You’re cold. Come back inside” he pressed his forehead to hers and gently kissed the tip of her nose. Of course he would avoid her question at all costs, it hurt him to leave just like it hurt her to watch him . And it was just like that when she put her hands in the holes of his striped sweater and interwined her fingers with his. Their lips met and she savoured the familiar taste of coffee and cigarettes. Oh, she was going to miss that. Harry slightly bit her lip and Ginny moaned in pleasure. As a reward she pulled his hair and practically felt him grinning devilishly against her lips. Both stumbled into the kitchen and the redhead jumped onto the table, his body right between her legs. “Will you let me finish what I started earlier that evening?” Harry groaned, fists full of his hair, yanking back her head just to plant a wet kiss on her neck. In that moment Ginny pushed him away and their gazes met. His hair was messy and his lips swollen, oh, how wonderful he looked like that. Weasley wanted to let him be dominant, boss her around and make her scream, but her brain insisted on waiting for his answer. “Do you think we can be friends?” she asked again. Harry stayed silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering all the possibilities they had, and then smirked at her, his mouth still shut. Ginny rolled her eyes at him and walked towards their bedroom, she was too tired to yell at him or to slap him. In that second their bodies met with a huge force and Ginny was pushed up against the wall. “Let me go, you wanker!” she hissed but he cut her off with a forceful, possessive kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, his teeth buried in her lip, her hands trapped between his palms and the wall on each side of her head. Harry pulled away and his mouth neared her ears. The warmth of his breath aroused her even and now she couldn’t await the moment he would release her from her wanting. But instead of what he had planned to do he simply whispered into her ear: ”I will mess with you, damage and destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when I leave you in a week you will know why hurricanes are named after people.”