#petee

[saz-and-maz]

In this episode Saz & Maz new video where we joke around to episode 5 of Steven Universe! “Frybo”. Saz & Maz are not responsible for how people use their socks. Steven Universe is created by Rebbeca Sugar & owned by Cartoon Network

[flickertoronto]

god marvel 🅱️lease leave peter parker the 🅱️uck alone he’s a literal kid a goddamn babie he doesn’t deserve to have the weight of tony stark on his shoulders!!!! he doesn’t deserve to he tortured with illusions and then hit!! by a train!!!! he doesn’t deserve to have his identity exposed!!!! he’s baby!!!!! he deserves to be learning how to drive and going to prom and graduating!!!!!! because he’s a kid!!!!!

[torelia-x]

2 wochen ohne pep, sind 2 wochen zu viel

amphe die große liebe

[smolbeanspides]

Don’t Call Me That

Peter Parker x Reader 

Halloween Fic

Word Count: 1516

Summary: You and the gang get news of a Halloween party, to which you get overly excited when it comes to coordinating costumes. 

**Not my gif. full credit to the creator

The amount of other students at school that took Halloween so seriously came as an honest surprise to you every year. The entirety of September would fly by, Midtown’s Homecoming ending the month on a good note. Then, the monday after, banners and cardboard cut-outs of bats, pumpkins, werewolves, etc. would line the halls of Midtown High. Halloween was nothing to take lightly, and this year you planned on making it the best one yet.

“Okay,” you led by slamming your lunch tray down on the table, “halloween is only 30 days away. I say it’s time we start planning.”

Ned, MJ, and Peter all glanced up from their hot lunches, eyes directed at your enthusiastic face. You took a seat at the table with your friends, prepared for a full-fledged discussion.

“Isn’t it a little soon to start-” Ned began to question, before being quickly interrupted.

“It’s never too soon for halloween,” Michelle blurted, the subtlest bit of excitement in her words. For as long as you’ve known her, MJ has only ever expressed true excitement for two things: books and halloween.

“So what’re we planning for exactly?” Peter chimed in, raising his hand a bit to get attention from the group.

“I’m glad you asked Petey,” you perked up, opening your carton of milk.

“Don’t call me that,” Peter shook his head, closing his eyes as he cringed at the awful nickname. His stern look broke only for a moment to show an open-toothed grin, his nose scrunching as he did so.

“Okay Petey, Flash is hosting this years big halloween bash. Costumes are required, and I say we pair off and do couples costumes. Something simple while still making a statement,” you explained your idea.

“[Y/N], you’re forgetting one tiny detail: None of us are dating,” Ned was the first to poke holes in your plan, luckily you had thought ahead.

“That’s why I put my name and MJ’s name on tiny pieces of paper, and you and Petey will have to choose,” you dug two small strips of paper out of your back pocket, then held them up by propping your elbows on the table.

“Don’t call me that,” Peter mumbled, once again. Although he always claimed to hate the quirky names you gave him, his heartbeat would double in speed every time they came out of your mouth. You flashed him a friendly smile, knowing how much he loved it.

You and Peter had a complicated sort of friendship. Well, in actuality, the friendship wasn’t the complex part. It was the feelings between the two of you that complicated things. The worst part was that everybody knew about it, especially you and Peter.

“I can make this easy for all of us. Ned, you’re with me. Peter and [Y/N], you go together,” MJ quickly spoke up, pointing at each of you as she called off names. Ned turned to her with a red hue to his cheeks, she returned the look with a shy smile.

“But I cut the paper into tiny rectangles and everything,” you whined, dropping them onto your half empty lunch tray. The school bell rang, signalling the end of lunch period. “Petey, I’ll text you with details about our costumes during 5th period,” you stood from the table, Peter nodding at you as he left to put his tray away. “I’ll see you guys later,” you directed at Ned and MJ as you made your way to your locker.

When it was finally 5th period, you took out your phone and hid it in your book to send Peter a text.

Hey, Petesy. Okay, so I think I want to do costumes for the characters from ‘It’. Thoughts??

After hitting send, your phone lit up only moments later with a response.

The movie we all saw last weekend?

I wouldn’t exactly count watching from behind your hands the entire time as “seeing it”, but yeah. That movie.

I didn’t watch from behind my hands [Y/N]

Right, right. You watched from behind my hands, you were too scared to use your own ;*

It was scary...

Trust me, there are plenty of things more terrifying than Pennywise.

Like you when you wake up in the morning?

That was not only hurtful, but disrespectful :’)

I’m joking, I’m joking. But yeah, I think that’d be cool. I can get down with the 80’s look. Let me know which characters and we can go costume shopping. This weekend work for you?

Perfect. Love ya, Petesy.

Can you hear me heavily sighing from all the way across the school?

The rest of the week flew by, and by the time you and Peter went shopping Saturday morning, you knew exactly what characters you had to be. Inspiration struck as you and Peter went to the theater again Friday night to re-watch ‘It’, but you still withheld the identity of your couples costume from Peter. In fact, throughout the entirety of the film, he kept tugging on your sleeve and pointing at different characters that would pop up on the big screen. Each time he would do so, you’d reply with raised eyebrows while popping another piece of popcorn into your mouth. You were waiting until the very last second before revealing the characters to him.

“So, when are you gonna tell me about the costumes?” Peter asked, looking through the racks of the costume shop. You had met up with him for coffee before walking to the shop together, and you still hadn’t told him.

“Hmm,” you took a sip of your hot mocha, the bitter flavor leaving residue on your lips, “I’ll give you a hint.” You walked to the other side of the store where they kept the accessories, eyeing up the shelves. Your eyes seemed to grow ten times bigger in size as you put on a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Turning around to face Peter, you wiggled your eyebrows up and down. A deep, hearty chuckle came from his throat when you muttered a simple “ta-dah”.

“Okay, so you’re going as Richie? Fitting.” He sipped his latte, looking around the store with furrowed eyebrows. “Wait, if you’re going as Richie, who am I supposed to be? He’s not with anybody in the movie.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong,” you made your way to the pants department of the costume shop. You pushed multiple hangers aside, in search for the perfect pair of red short shorts. When your eyes landed on a bright red mesh, you side-glanced at Peter before taking them off the rack. “Here ya go, Eds.”

The purest laugh erupted from Peter as he put two and two together. The corners of his eyes crinkled from laughing so hard, making you laugh just as intensely. You loved it when the two of you could have moments like this, they were far and few between lately, making you cherish the time you did have together even more.

“Come on, let’s find the rest of our costumes,” you pushed the shorts against Peter’s chest, walking past him to search for a matching yellow shirt.

You and Peter had lucked out, finding nearly all of the items to your costumes in one place. Peter’s entire outfit was assembled, and you had somehow managed to convince him into trying it on in the shop, knee high socks and all.

“[Y/N], I can’t come out like this!” Peter shouted through the door of the dressing room. If he was reluctant to show even you, there’s no doubt in your mind he would chicken out of wearing it to Flash’s party.

“Oh, come on. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be,” you called back, scanning the area around you, “Besides, there’s nobody else around anyways.” When another minute went  by and he hadn’t come out, you started to grow impatient. Tossing both of your coffee cups in the trash closest to you, you made your way to the door.

“Scoot over, I’m coming in,” you called, waiting for him to unlock the door. Once you heard the click of the lock, you turned the knob and went into the confined dressing room. Peter had a deep blush on his face, adjusting his socks and fixing his shirt. You had been so focused on helping Peter, you almost didn’t realize how close you were to him. Almost.

“I look stupid,” he pouted, scratching the back of his neck. You had to admit, seeing Peter in short shorts and high socks made your heart giddy. The look on him was rather adorable.

You reached both of your arms out, grabbing Peter by the shoulders. “No, it’s perfect. We’re gonna knock everybody’s socks off at that party.”

He tilted his head down, playing with the hem of his shirt, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Now come on,” you patted him on the shoulder, “we have an outfit to buy, Petey.”

The last thing you heard before leaving the dressing room was a mumbled, lighthearted “don’t call me that…”

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That recent Allura piece was just so fucking 👌 You’re a beautiful cartoonist and artist, my friend.

jsut u wait, buddy

[deinocheirus]

Idk

[macdotpng]

My OCs as things my friends/family have said

Jane: “Hold on, I’m trying to care.”

Jamison: “I’m sorry, I thought I was playing.”

Michael (Jane’s big bro): “Remember what I told you yesterday? When you were humping the spaghetti?”

Alice (Jamison’s long lost sister): “I think I remember Jesus being described like that in one point or another.”

Emily: “You gotta use the ANGERY words.”

JC: *deep voice* “Hi, this is Michelle.”