Jan 7, 2019
After spending 30 minutes researching clothing in the 40s, I can definitively say that turtlenecks might, possibly, by chance, have been a thing.
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After spending 30 minutes researching clothing in the 40s, I can definitively say that turtlenecks might, possibly, by chance, have been a thing.
;Closed thread–– @hcwil
There is something to be said for when the likes of Peter Pan feels as though he's met his match. Well, more specifically, the teenager fears perhaps he has finally hit his hard limit––What with the jumble of weed, booze, and those colorful tabs with that awful taste in his stomach––It was a wonder he was even coherent. Peter nearly shudders remembering the taste of it all, but instead redirects his attention to the person in front of him.
"Wait, can you say that again? Like, slowly. Slower than slowly actually. Think of molasses and then go," Peter replies, realizing for a quick moment that hey, thats funny, my face is really fucking numb and proceeds to grip the edge of the counter a litter harder than before. "Because for a moment there, I swear you were speaking German or something."
Hi! Im Peter
I suggested we make a blog for more interactions, and Miss Pepper said yes as long as she is allowed to keep an eye on things to make sure i dont “spill all the office secrets” which is stupid because im just an intern and i dont know anything.
I work in the labs with Mr Stark and Mr Bruce! I make sure that all the tests are filed properly and Mr Stark lets me play with the robots sometimes but we’re not allowed to tell Miss Maria because technically that isnt allowed in my contract..
Anyway! I wanted to say hi because im really excited to introduce you to everyone and have fun!
Maybe i can figure out why theyre called Reapers..
“Oh wait- Let me help you.”
“Damn this test is kicking my ass.” Peter drawled lazily to no one in particular, running his fingers through his hair, trying to mess it up in that casually elegant way James used to be so proficient at when they were in school together and failing miserably. He was on his third ice-cream of the hour, but the only way he could see himself getting through the massive pile of homework he had been given with his sanity still intact was with a lot of comfort food to make it all seem a little more bearable. Applying to University had been a joke at first, he hadn’t actually thought he would get in. What’s more, he hadn’t thought it was possible for any subject to give out more homework than he had been used to at NEWT level. Sadly, he was coming to realise that he had been mistaken. He found that he was mistaken about a lot of things these days.
He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair again, mixing up his pencil with the straw to his ice cream and spluttering when he gets wood splinters on his tongue, knocking over his glass in the process, successfully ruining an afternoon’s work. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, jumping out of his chair with a look of dismay so dramatic that it would seem comical to anyone else who spotted it. “You mind getting me a tissue?” This was directed at the person nearest him, as Peter frantically dabbed at his test with his shirtsleeve, achieving virtually nothing. “Please?”
“Has anyone seen my sister? She’s 15, brown hair, her name is Alice?”