#panessa

[peterofthewoods]

The Unlikely Friendship || Vanessa + Peter

“Is this the 4/20 story again?”

“Again? Have I told it before?”

[peterofthewoods]

📱💻👂

📱 - Hey, it’s Peter, you know, your best friend. I think I might need you to come over, I tried making a cake and it kind of exploded. Call me back.

💻 - I know what you’re getting me for my birthday! Trust me, don’t change your mind now that I know. It’s exactly what I wanted. 

👂 - Okay so maybe Lucian is good for her, just don’t tell her I said that. She needs to believe I hate him to keep our dynamic the same.

[famefanzine]

Tre domande alla divina Panessa D - Quale cibo non mangeresti mai? R - Mi ritrovai un giorno in un piccolo ristorante di pesce nei pressi di Macerata dove i miei commensali si impegnavano ripetutamente nell’estrapolare piccole lumachine di mare dai loro gusci, utilizzando dei piccoli stecchini di legno. La pratica alzò nell’aria un olezzo simile a quello che si respira nelle dark room la domenica mattina quando anche l’ospite più ostinato ha abbandonato la trincea e al tempo stesso lo sforzo dell’estrapolazione rendeva i loro volti visi tesi, mollicci, poco gradevoli alla vista. D - La tua colonna sonora per cucinare R - La Sonata per violino in sol minore del compositore Giuseppe Tartini. D - Se fossi un personaggio mangione del cinema saresti... R - Alice Klieg di “Welcome to me” perché ingozzarsi senza tener conto dell’apporto proteico dell'abbuffata significa non godersi la vita appieno

[peterofthewoods]

@wonderboywoods just updated his snap story

[peterofthewoods]

brotp aesthetics || panessa

“A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double. ”

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

Six word story

Friends. Liquid Confidence. Admitted Feelings. Marriage. [Panessa AU]

He couldn’t believe it’d been five years since they’d seen one another. Sure, they called every so often to check on each other, even made the occasional Skype screen salute, but five years is a long time between a hug and a shared pie. By midnight, Peter and Nessa were already beyond smashed. She spilled the latest gossip about her new NYC friends; he gurgled through a sappy story of the big break off between him and Elsa, both listened as intently as they could, swaying and giggling and accidentally touching hands or shoulders the whole time. Peter, even more brave than usual, decided that it was better now than never, in the dim light of her empty apartment, after witnessing before his eyes a Vanessa finally on her own, all grown up and everything, that maybe he should just show her what she’d been missing all those wasted years. No more complaining about other girls, no more subtle glances at the kitchen counter when Nav’s back was turned, no more bedroom break-ins in the wee hours of the morning to conspire together over some new prank that was bound to get only the boy in trouble. They were adults now, whether they admitted to it or not, and the time for secrecy was over. Of course, Peter was never one to talk about his feelings, and she knew that. She knew everything. Instead of tripping over his explanation for his next move, he impulsively decided to do the stupid thing first before asking if the stupid thing was okay, and he kissed her. Much to his surprise, his dumbness apparently didn’t need explaining: she kissed him back. 

They sent out Save the Dates a few months later.

The rest was history.

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

☏

☏  - one voicemail left by my muse on your muse’s phone

Peter: Vanessa. Vaneeeessa. I know you're mad. I know I fucked up. Look, I'm sorry. I just, I didn't mean to throw your shoes in the pool. I wasn't thinking, really. I drank a little too much and they were right there and I was trying to hit Nav with them and... Will you just call me back? Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease? [sighs] I'm sorry again. Be my friend. I'll bring you pie and new shoes I swear. I'll call later. You better pick up. [hangs up]

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

♛:Sharing a dessert (Panessa), ♝:Reading a book together (Raphora), ♟:Patching up a wound (Paveen), ♧:Your muse playing with their hair (Raphi/Tiggs) okay okay, I got way too excited with the memes xD sorryyy <3

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♛:Sharing a dessert (Panessa): ”Oh, and remember that one time I was totally drunk and you picked me up and it was like a Tuesday or something and you wore sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night?” Peter laughed through his pie, shoveling yet another forkful of flaky crust into his constantly moving mouth. As he looked up from his plate, he saw Nessa trying to balance her spoon on her nose. He couldn’t help but laugh, and as he did, a few crumbs flew from her mouth and onto her face. “Oh, god, Ness… I-” he began to appologize as her eyes became wider thant the fancy dinner saucers they use at Christmas. “Actually, I’m not sorry, serves you right for eating the last piece.

♝:Reading a book together (Raphora): Rory was sick, really sick, she was coughing and sneezing and could barely hold down a saltine cracker. The flu had hit WDPA hard this year. Raphi was one of the only lucky ones to not catch it, so she decided it was in everyone’s best interest if she went and cheered her little sister up. “And then, Phillip leaned in and kissed the princess, and she woke up and everyone lived happily ever after. Except Maleficent, because Phillip got her with that sword,” she was paraphrasing by now, they both knew the story so well, and she thought Rory was more interested in the pictures at this point. Raphi ran her fingers through Rory’s hair, leaning down to see if the girl was paying attention. All she could do was laugh as she saw Rory’s eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as slowly as ever. “My own little sleeping beauty,” she whispered, resting her head on the back of the couch, deciding she may as well get some rest, too.

♟:Patching up a wound (Paveen): “Naveen, oh my…” Peter covered his mouth with his hand, taking in the sight of his friend on a barstool in the Maldette’s kitchen as a flustered Vanessa stormed out of the room, leaving Peter to deal with… well… whatever happened.. “What the hell is going on? Did you get in a fight?” Naveen only nodded, lowering his eyes to the ground. “Well, shit,” Peter shook his head, heading to the freezer for a bag of peas. “I can’t believe yo- It’s been forever since the last time… “ he chastised Nav as he would one of his own brothers. “Keep this on there for a while, okay?” he sighed, slumping down on the stool next to Nav’s. If Naveen was in a fight, it was for a good reason, so he decided to wait ‘til the next day for some real answers.

♧:Your muse playing with their hair (Raphi/Tiggs): “Where did you get all these flowers?” Raphi giggled, holding her braid decorations in her arms as she sat on the carpet of Tigger’s dorm patiently, watching his brow furrow in concentration with the mirror in front of them. Tigger shrugged, not really hearing her. He continued with the braid for quite a while, messing up a little here and there but eventually taming her long, golden locks into a detailed plait. She handed him the fresh flowers as delicately as possible, one by one, until they danced down the length of her braid. She used other mirror to see the back of her head as he finished, him beaming proudly in the corner of the reflection. “Wow, Tiggs, this is wonderful!” she grinned back, setting the mirror on his bed and standing on her tiptoes for a big hug. “Maybe next time I’ll braid yours!”.