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☆ the-super-soldier

"Ah...

          America, America, eagle, New York, America, pie, fondue, 'merica."

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In the spirit of munday questions, what made you choose your muse?

This is literally my favorite question 

Peter Stark-Parker. Where do I begin with this bitch and why I chose him. 

This is a fun answer. 

It all starts with John Watson.

Okay, that probably sounds weird as fuck. Here's the thing. I'd been roleplaying off of tumblr for about a year or so when I decided to make a blog for John (shoutout to anyone that remembers allyouneedisjam being a thing) Well, bad idea. John wasn't really my muse, so I ended up abandoning the blog for a long time. Then, I went to New York. I was in my hotel, chillin'. I decided I wanted to get back into tumblr rp'ing, because I really loved the community and shit. Well, the next day, I saw what I will defend as a really great musical until I die: Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark. Honestly, don't fuckin' start with me and that musical. It seriously touched me. After I left, I realized that I looooooooved Peter and Spidey. Seriously, bro. Peter is just... I connect to him. I connect to everything he is, and everything he does. You'll never convince me that he's not one of the greatest Marvel heroes. I chose Peter because he's my muse, plain and simple. I think everyone has that one character that they're just destined to play, and Peter's mine. I'll never be able to communicate how connected I am to this character, you know? This sounds crazy, but he's seriously like my best friend in my head. Seeing TOTD just made me realize that I'm really fucking passionate about Peter. Peter's more than a character to me. He's a real hero. 

That got long, oops.

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5, 10, 15

5- Least Favorite Character

 My hate for Norman Osborn knows no bounds. He is the only character I can think of that I actually dislike.

10-Opinion on you

 Well, sweetie anon, you're anon. But, I'm sure ilysm ok

15- Does mun believe in love? 

 I know love exists, so I believe in it

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baby~ - theoscorpaccident

We kissed by accident:[x] continue kissing[x] smile[] awkward[] walk away[] be like wtf [x] kiss you backIf you hugged me:[x] hug you back[] let you[x] hug you heaps more[] push you awayWould I date you?[] yes[] no[] maybe[] probably[] already have[x] we currently are dammit we are marriedYou should:[] text me[x] get in my bed now (for cuddles)[x] come to bed with me [] talk to me more[] come see me [] leave me alone!

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Secret Admirer: An expensive box of chocolates has been stashed into the teens locker. Taped to the side is a piece of pink cardstock, cut into the shape of a heart. Indeed, it's cliche, but the chocolates are expensive, not something one would find at Target or Wal Mart. The letters that adorn the cardstock are written daintily. "Your Secret Admirer!" they read. Signed at the bottom are a series of X's and O's, and then ヌードル at the very bottom.

Peter opened his locker at the lab, smiling a little when he saw what was inside. "Oh, ah---" He'd have to have a look at the security footage at some point. Peter took the box out and smiled a little more. Secret admirer. Huh.

...did that mean something about noodles?

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Dear person I hate,

Dear person I hate,

I like to think that I'm capable of many things---some impossible, some not. I can't hate. I'm not capable of it.

Or, so I thought.

I sat in bed for such a long time. I thought for hours about who, if anyone, I would ever be able to hate. I didn't think I could hate. But, then it came to me.

Me.

I hate me more than I think anyone else ever could. With every day, with every step, I hear it. 

Weak, useless, broken, abandoned, alone.

It makes you hate yourself so much, when you hear it every day. I can't get away from pain, because I create it for myself. I won't let myself heal, I won't let myself move on, and that's why I hate me so much.

One day, I'll win.

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Dear ex boyfriend

Dear ex boyfriend  fiance, 

It's been a while. Huh.

I wish I could call you husband. Current. I wish I could hear your name and not go into a state of panic.  I wish I could still hold your hand, and I wish I could still find comfort in the little things you would do. I wish I could just love you, the way I used to. 

You were my everything, and you always knew it. Don't ever tell anyone that I didn't love you with everything had, and don't you ever forget that I did. You were, without a doubt, my forever plan. You were going to be my everything until the day I died. You were going to be my...

Our time apart has given me, well, time. Lots of it. I think I understand less of what happened now than I did before. You had everything you could have wanted with me. You could have simply said a single word, and I would have changed everything I am for you. You could have snapped once, and boom. I would've dropped everything for you. I did. I did so many times.

I know you sat with me every time I was hurt, I know you really cared, I know you tried, but fuck, I did, too. I tried so hard, and you still left. What was wrong? What did I do? Why did you go? 

Every time my phone rings, every time I get a text, every time I get a new email, my heart leaps a little. No matter what, every time, I hope it's you. I hope you've come back, from some miracle. I hope I was just having a bad dream, that I'm finally awake, that you never left. 

Because you---you promised.

Dammit, you promised. You said we were connected. And, you left before, you did, but you always... you came back.Even if it was a year later, you came back. You never left forever. You never just didn't answer your phone, you never just ignored your emails. You never changed your number. You never deleted all traces of anything that could lead me back to you. You never disappeared. 

You never abandoned me. You're abandoning me. You know I have abandonment issues... you can't do this to me. Please, just come home. I'll drop everything. I'll be whatever you need. I'll apologize for whatever I did until the only words my mouth can form are 'I'm sorry'. Just, please. For me.

Please, come back home.

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I'm sure a change of pace will make Peter feel better. M!A- Peter's a girl for two days

(LAWL POOF STARTER GOING UP)