#midtownbest

[dieamonster]

no one: no one at all: me, thinking about how otto’s arms still seem independent: 

[radioactivedadbod]

happy birthday old man <3

[websred]

         CLANKING  HERE,  CLANKING  THERE,  cabinet  doors  slamming  —  not  her  usual  ( quieter )  way  of  making  coffee.  it  was  clear  as  day  something  was  eating  away  at  miss  mary  jane  watson,  &  leave  it  to  her  best  friend  to  take  notice.  not  that  she  wasn’t  making  it  blatantly  obvious  or  anything.  

@midtownbest​ ⧽  ❛  do  you  want  to  talk  about  it?  ❜

         gwen’s  question  was  the  encouragement  she  needed  to  completely  UNLEASH  all  of  that  pent  up  frustration.  red  comes  out  of  the  kitchen  with  a  scowl  on  features  while  setting  down  two  coffee  mugs  upon  coasters  on  coffee  table.  ‘yes,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  i  do.’  blowing  out  an  exasperated  sigh  while  hands  come  to  rest  against  hips.  ‘my  boss  at  the  bugle  has  been  a  total  ASS  lately.  here  i  am,  completely  burnt  out,  trying  to  get  him  lead  stories,  &  how  does  he  repay  me??  by  hiring  someone  else  as  associate  editor.’  

[buglesgirlfriday]

“  no one is meant to be all alone.  that’s not how humans are built.  you don’t need to do all this on your own.   ”

prompts for the heavy hearted

Betty hadn't planned to open the door when she saw Gwen through the peephole, she hadn't opened it to anyone else who had come to check on her since the funeral. But Gwen had sounded pretty insistent and it seemed easier just to get it over with instead of waiting her out. One conversation didn’t mean anything was going to change. They traded platitudes, Betty offered her a drink and for a moment silence fell before Gwen started.

Emotions were running high and it didn’t take long for tears to threaten to spill. “Please, I just... I need time.” Each word was punctuated by a deep breath as she tried to stop herself from crying. “Everyone’s safer if I’m alone.”

[chimugukuru]

//I have to do laundry today because I am running out of clean clothes that aren’t slightly uncomfortable fancy office clothes that I wore for previous jobs, but!!! I want to get back into writing, so feel free to send me asks. I have recent threads/asks drafted and plan to get to them soon as well.

Also at some point today, I am planning on finally watching T.ASM 2 because @midtownbest reblogs the best gifs from that ~~and I might be emotionally prepared to handle the ending~~ thanks to her totally canon rewrite that is superb to anything the movie shows.

[websred]

your portrayal is absolutely amazing, i could go on & on about how lovely it is to see you on the dash. you really can hear mj's voice in your writing & there is something so special about your take on her that i'm always excited to see whatever you put out next.

how's my portrayal?

KRIS, you are the absolute sweetest ever !!! this means so much to me, especially coming from such a talented writer as yourself. you capture gwen in ways that i have not seen before. sometimes i'm convinced you actually are the real gwen stacy. i love these two so much & am looking forward to more threads with your talented self. thank you for making my day. ♥

[websred]

   HAPPIER  —  red pondered on the word for a moment before responding.  so many things had changed in her life,  from getting a job at the daily bugle  &  being able to say that she loved what she did for a living, to ending relationships  &  giving the boot to toxic people that only brought her down.  yet here she was,  stronger,  fulfilled  &  happy.  apparently it had become evident to her best friend as well.  ‘i guess i have been smiling a bit more.’  she grins playfully before continuing.  ‘perhaps it’s because of this  bubbly blonde  that i kind of adore.’  gwen truly played a huge role in red’s life.  their friendship had blossomed so much throughout the years  &  mj was beyond thankful for it.  ‘seriously,  i don’t know what i would do without you,  gweny.

@midtownbest​  /  ❛ you  look  happier. ❜

[octovious]

you’re a better man than you believe.

     Her words cast a cloud that hangs over him, shame darkening his features as he lowers his gaze, “ Belief is irrelevant, young lady. It is a material world we live in, and in this world we are defined by the actions we take. The things we do, are the things we are. And the things I have done...” He raises his gaze to meet the optic of the right tentacle, now vacant of all malice, acting as a bitter reminder of the voices that used to haunt him, “ Those were not the actions of a good man.”