#pumpkiinbombed

[peaceinourrtime]

reminder that you are a beautiful rper (◡‿ ◡✿)

awww this is so sweet!

thank you!!

[strangcrdoctor]

He didn’t always win every fight he got into. At least, not entirely. Sometimes, even as he stood, his hands braced against his hips and exhaustedly observing the triumph of a not completely wrecked city block in Astoria, still trying to catch his breath after dispatching a hoard of inter-dimensional warlocks with one hell of a grudge against Queens for some reason, he could still get bloody arrested for causing a disturbance. Which was one hell of a BS charge and all of the civilians watching with dismay as he got hauled off knew it, but Stephen also knew something they didn’t. Or at least, not yet.

Because while it wasn’t likely to have sunk in to the standard onlooker, it caught his attention right away that the “officers” putting him in uncharacteristically sturdy manacles were wearing neither badge nor any actual law enforcement uniforms. Their cars were also pointedly un-marked. And true, he could have kicked up a fuss and cry bloody murder, but frankly he was too tired and too curious to see what this was really all about to want to end the cabaret too soon. So he let them wrangle him into the back of an armored SUV, and even toss a customary bag over his head.

Just my luck. Save the world and the thanks I get is getting kidnapped. Again.

But he waited it out, all the while tracing their path through the ley lines that cross-hatched new York like quilt seams. Until they reached their destination, shuttled him in the back door, he was certain, before leaving him in a cell and to remove the bag himself. The dungeon wasn’t the most medieval he’d been held in by far, but bars were still bars, whether they were housed in a hyper modern basement or Bran Castle. The impropriety of their choice to leave him to his own devices, however, was that it gave him time to figure out the cuffs, which had a rather pathetic attempt at a dampening field built in. Apparently, whoever was behind this had done their homework, though why was still beyond him.

Finally the silence of the jail block was broken when a gaggle of sharply dressed gentlemen trailed in behind the ring leader of this particular circus, and though Stephen wasn’t dissuaded by the young man at the head of the pack, he had to admit that it didn’t exactly clear anything up about the situation. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you’re here to post my bail,” he muttered dryly, considering the heir to the Osborn throne as he stepped up to the bars.

“Or worse yet, that whatever this is was your hare-brained scheme.”

( @pumpkiinbombed )

[fingergunbicon]

@pumpkiinbombed | liked the sc.

      ❝ If you're ever caught BETWEEN the lines, WRONG OR RIGHT            -- we are one and i will ALWAYS keep you SAFE. ❞

kwabs - “wrong or right”

[atomotus]

✶ @pumpkiinbombed / starter call. 

          “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” he inquires, holding up the leather jacket for the other to take into full view. While it’s new in his position, the poor thing has a small hole ( that’s what he gets for shopping at a thrift store ). However, he clearly doesn’t mind, wide grin curling onto his lips. “I mean, I KNOW it’s great. You don’t eve have to say it.”

[mjwatsonjackpot]

@pumpkiinbombed | continued from ❝ i won’t leave, i promise. ❞

    he’d been nervous. so incredibly nervous to tell both her and pete. how the hell could you basically tell someone that you were dying? he thought it would obvious. the way that he’d turned to not going them out. keeping the wheelchair more of a secret when the severity got worse. but he knew that they’d probably get it. they were friends, the best of friends. no illness was gonna change that ❝please don’t. ❝

     Looking over at him, her heart fell to the floor. While Pete and her were dealing with their - stupid - relationship problems, Harry had been going through the WORST fear alone. The fear of enduring the same struggles his mother hadn’t survived. How lonely he must have felt.

     ❝ I wish you would’ve told us sooner. We could’ve help- ❞

     She trailed off and took a deep breath. Sitting down next to him, MJ took his hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze. Worry and guilt was still written all over her face as her eyebrows moved down and closer together, increasing the lines between.

      ❝ I WON’T leave you alone. That’s a Mary Jane           Watson promise. No matter what happens. I’ll           be there EVERY step of the way. ❞