#peter stop

[context-is-for-kingpins]

[furbearingbrick]

*misbehaves* >:)

[scheminghale]

" thankfully the only thing that ever happens is this this town is murder and not snow."

“don’t let scott hear you talk like that. i’m sure he’d prefer snow to murder, considering his delicate sensibilities.”

[moldymugman]

Peter, entering the soul stone: so, you vacuumed by a grape

Sam, with a newspaper: you *wack* stop *wack* that!

[screeee-e]

Peter:*pointing to dust on the ceiling fan* Mr.Stark look, I'm on the fan!

Tony:

Tony:*having a panic attack*

[amcngdust]

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Send ↑↓  for our muses to swap bodies for the day.

@endurraesa

A freak accident, a spell gone wrong… It wasn’t unheard of, certainly, and Peter knew a couple sorcerers - even then, this certainly wasn’t how he expected his day to play out. He looked around, blinking. At first, he didn’t know why he was being stared at, before he suddenly looked down, and then patted his face frantically.

This definitely wasn’t his body.

And then he looked over at Loki, and his eyes widened as he saw -himself- standing there. At first, panic ensued. “What!? This has to be some freaky dream?!” He took a few deep breaths, and it took a few minutes for him to calm.

At first he realized he felt taller (and he most certainly was). “Huh- so this is what it’s like to be a giant.” He was still clearly anxious about this whole thing. He felt so -weird-. But he was settling down. “Oh, man… I could have fun with this.” An evil grin formed on his face as he looked down at Loki, in his own body.

[starcrosses]

'You have a good, upstanding, impressive figure, if I may say so,' pursued Wimsey, 'a bold and roving eye when off duty, a ready tongue, Bunter — and, I am persuaded, you have a way with you...'

Strong Poison, Dorothy L. Sayers

[starcrosses]

...her skin is like honey — she ought to wear deep red — and old garnets — and lots of rings, rather old-fashioned ones...

Strong Poison, Dorothy L. Sayers