I really need more people to get on the Spider-Man X Supergirl bandwagon. Artists. Authors. Everybody. Art by Pecilkami.

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I really need more people to get on the Spider-Man X Supergirl bandwagon. Artists. Authors. Everybody. Art by Pecilkami.
She’s got the voice of a wretch who has seen the end of days (wow big hand too tired to fix oh well)
Petara, another skyrim OC to add to the pile lmao
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Guys, here’s the fanfic I vomited out last night, it’s probably not solid gold, I think that was the sleep deprivation, but I’m doing my part to rep the pairing.
Y'all I think I don't know if it's just the sleep deprivation but I think I just wrote 3000 words of pure Supergirl X Spider-Man gold. I'll get back to you after someone tells me if it's trash or not.
Mid week before work home spin.. Petara (Aratap) - Goat Ov Blasphemy EP by Dakah Peramo Production.. Black Death Metal band from Kuching, Sarawakvlt.. Sick artwork by bro Faizal Hashim ✊🤘🔥☠️🇲🇾 #Petara #Aratap #GoatOvBlasphemy #BlackDeathMetal #Kuching #Sarawak #MetalUpYourAss #KeepMetalAlive #KeepItLoudAndHeavy #MetalForLife #MetalTillIDie #InMetalWeBlast #SupportLocalBands #SupportLocalMusic #SpreadLoveThroughMusic (at Malaysia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3YXrUOpZZs/?igshid=7fpi4lr2n9ui
they say we must be high when we're spreading love [ petara ]
Peter watched as Michael twirled in the tall wheat grass, smoking a cigarette between his lips and threading tiny white clovers into a crown. The younger boy spread his arms as he spun, throwing his brunette head back in laughter before casting a look at his brother.
"Having fun?" Peter chuckled, removing his cigarette from his lips and holding it between his fingers. Michael nodded enthusiastically, bending down to caress the petals of a daisy that craned its face towards the brilliant sun. "This campus is pretty nice, I guess."
And it was. Walt sat squat on the coast of France. The old brick building towered high into the blue skies, surrounded by thick green fields where the students could hang out. To Peter, it looked like the perfect place for a sesh or a party, or possibly even some lovemaking.
Peter lifted his head up from his observations, his fingers returning his cigarette to his mouth and expertly finishing off his crown. He placed the woven flowers atop his ginger curls. The action made him think momentarily of Wendy, and his heart ached with how much he missed her, that he was here at this dumb school with out his best friend. He shook off the thought; it was better for her that he'd left. He righted his train of thought and grinned at Michael, who grinned back with his dimpled smile. Then, the boy took off running.
"Michael!" Peter shouted, standing up as well. His younger brother looked back at him, beckoning him into the chase. Peter huffed out his name again, amusement clear in his voice. "Michael!"
The ginger boy leaped into a sprint, cackling out a laugh as he ran after his brother.