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26 color pallet with the character of your choice.

here you go! I chose Ned and Peter

And here is the color palette

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Okay so this is more than two sentences, but i have been DYING to share a bit of my Ben’s Bakery fic, and i really like this part. So, here you go 💕 

“Actually, I don’t—” he put the muffins back in the oven and set a timer “—I always struggled with math.”

Peter paused and his eyes drifted to the top of the page where a handful of instructions lay. He stared at the jumble of characters, hating the way they blurred together into hardly recognizable blobs— just like every other stupid word he was expected to read.

“Like how I can’t read?” Peter finally muttered.

Ben smiled down at the boy fondly and nodded, “just like that.”

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This is three sentences instead of two, but whatever. It’s from the upcoming chapter of Here Lies Peter Parker!

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and his lifeless eyes stared into her own, which glistened brightly, “I’d lay on a roof,” he explained, “and dream.”

“Of?”

“Anything that wasn’t this…” his expression twisted, his lips curving into a nasty, almost-snarl and his eyes darkened, “…this disgusting fuckin’ town.”

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These are adorable, grazie 🥺

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day 19, I think? of sending you frog/cat pictures

Omg that cat is so cuteeee

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weird question, but do you speak Italian?

my family’s Italian, so I speak much of the language. But I love using a handful of Italian frases casually like “grazie (mille)” “adoro questo” and some of their curse words

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Radishes are just spicy dirt

A more true statement has never been made 

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Thank you! This is from another Spideychelle week one-shot I’m working on

Given the ability, Michelle would make everything look and feel as warm and sweet as Peter’s eyes are. Gazing into them feels like returning home to a lit fireplace and cup of hot chocolate on a cold, winter day. It makes her heart flutter and her face grow heated as she finds a small part of herself fighting away a yearning to be held by his protective, bulky arms.

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