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❝ So you and me, huh? What’s that ship called? ❞

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humanspiider
❝ So you and me, huh? What’s that ship called? ❞
|| 💔 || “Oh, sorry-- I didn't realize there was anyone still here, I--” She shifted the purse in her grip, shuffled awkwardly. “Well.”
do u hate those hair ties because that metal part hurts when it snaps against your wrist?
fucking yESthey also pulled on my hair and were little shitters like fuck that metal part i dont know why tf they existdo they still exist bc if they do we need to buy them all up and fuckin bURN THEM
"#dumb ass fuckin hair ties that can suck my ASSHOLE" WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD
BECAUSE ITS FUCKIN TRUE I FUCKIN HATE THOSE HAIR TIES SO FUCKIN MUCH GAH;LDSFGHK
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“Dude, seriously, you gotta watch where you leave those webs hanging.”
"Stay awake, please."
Gwen coughed, one hand pressed feebly to her bleeding abdomen. She shouldn't have gotten involved, she should have just left it to Peter, but...she couldn't just stand by and let him get hurt. So she tried to block the incoming blow. The weapon pierced her flesh, digging deep into her body. She'd dropped the second it left her. At first she didn't hear Peter, didn't hear anything really. Just...white noise.
Then his voice rang in her mind, bringing the world back into focus. She gave a weak smile, and set a shaking hand to his cheek, brushing aside the tears she felt with her thumb. "I'm sorry, Peter," her voice cracked, and she squeezed her eyes shut a moment.
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He laughed as he snapped a couple of photos of her. It was nice to be around another hero who could still goof around and not take them self so seriously. "That’s one for the scrapbook." he said with a smile.
She grinned when Peter laughed, glad that she could have some fun with him. She wouldn't lie; it was weird as hell because he was supposed to be dead and so was she. But, well, she wasn't gonna complain when life gave her moments like this.
"I think I'm ready to go pro with poses like these. --Victoria's Secret better watch out!"
"Can I take your picture?"
She will admit to being somewhat taken aback at the request— someone wanted to take a picture of her? Did they need a new picture for the billboard that asked people to call the police if they saw her?
(Then she remembered that: oh! she was not in her universe any more and this was the world where Peter had survived! No one know who she was or what she’d supposedly done. She had a clean slate here because everyone who would have known her thought she was dead.)
”—Yeah, sure! Let me get my Vogue on first, though!”
She started striking model poses, trying to imitate Derek Zoolander as she waited for a photo to be taken.