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[smallblueboyscout]

@spderncir continued x 

Jon hadn’t meant to alarm Peter. He’d been out for most of the night, on his own patrol, and had gotten into a scuffle. It had been quick and relatively easy, but he was tired when he returned to Peter’s room. With Peter, he felt safer, and he could sleep without worrying about someone trying to wake him or have people ask him if he needed help.

He curls up on the bed, blissfully unaware of the world for a few hours before he stretches and groans. Somewhat embarrassed, he wipes the drool off his face with his sleeve. “Mmm... Peter?” 

The room would almost be dark, save for the one lamp lighting the room. He was glad for it. Before he could say anything else, his stomach growled loudly.

[ghstspider]

@spderncir 💙’d for a starter!

“ please do not punch my best friend’s father in the face, peter. ” sure, it was norman osborn who totally deserved to be punched, but she didn’t really feel like dealing with having to explain why a man in black and white was punching people he had never met before. 

[roughandtumblewakeupcall-blog]

It wasn’t that trouble followed him, but more that he was the trouble that inevitably found others. Like when you’ve set eyes on anything with glitter on it, and suddenly you’ve got glitter on you for the next month. 

He was running, waving his hat back and forth in a triumphant and taunting manner back behind him with a laugh. 

Which meant, of course, that he wasn’t looking in front of him. 

“Oof!” He’d ran into something. His hat flew from his hand. 

“AAHH, WHERE AM---” 

Oh. 

It’s not that he couldn’t see, but that a black hat had walloped him in the face. 

@spderncir

[goofwithmuses]

@spderncir

 Once   seeing   Spider-Noir   in   the   distance,   Miles   fingers   CLUTCHED   around   the   straps   of   his   backpack.   He   breathed   in   deeply;   somewhat   HESITATING   on   what   he   was   about   to   do.   “Hey,   Noir!”   Miles   nervously   greeted   with   a   nod   as   he   walked   closer,   DRAGGING   his   feet.   “Sooo...You’re   from   early   1900s,   right?”   he   asked,   throwing   his   backpack   on   the   ground.   

                                         Miles   sat   down   on   the   ledge   of   the   roof   with   his   legs   DANGLING.   The   teen   rummaged   through   his   backpack   and   fished   out   a   spiral   notebook   out   of   his   bag.   “What   do   you   know   about   the   GREAT   DEPRESSION?”   Miles   inquired,   clearing   his   throat   and   grabbing   a   pen   from   his   front   pocket.   He   then   turned   to   a   blank   page   in   his   notebook;   nothing   written   down   EXCEPT   for   a   topic   followed   by   instructions.   

                  “In   full   details   -and   five   paragraphs   or   more.”   his   eyes   shifted   between   the   empty   page   to   Spider-Noir.   A   half   grin   spread   across   his   face,   DESPERATE   for   information.   Of   course   he   could’ve   gone   to   the   LIBRARY   for   this   assignment,   but   Miles   thought   talking   to   someone   who   was   actually   around   back   then   would   be   a   BETTER   source.   He   did,   however,   wonder   if   that   historical   event   was   a   tad   DIFFERENT   in   their   universe.

[sensesdialed-a]

@spderncir replied to your post: continuing with the theme of “home” here are...

[[ @ marvel can we PLEASE have a spiderman home alone where peter is in charge of stark tower for whatever reason while tony is away ]]

khdjsfvjhfjFGCHDSFJGHDS P L E A  S E I WOULD PAY SO MUCH MONEY TO HAVE THIS I M CRYING

[ahawkwardguy]

@spderncir

With a heavy sigh Clint takes a seat at the dinner bar, next to a stranger clad in black - just as he was. He’s currently sporting a fresh shiner on his right eye, cheek a little swelled, arms a little scuffed. It’s not the worst he’s looked. As he sets his bow down to lean under the table he mumbles to the waitress for a fresh cup of coffee then turns to the stranger sitting beside him with a small grin despite his bruised face.

“You should see the other guys.”

[drtywork-blog1]

@spderncir !

❛...Yeah, I don’t got a suit. There wasn’t a chance t’find anythin’ tha’ could’a made one.❜

[inv1s]

"My neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true. "

         “Lucky! I wish I had RBF... -- that way, no one will ever want to talk to me, ever. No more asking if I got enough sleep last night. Because, even though I probably, most likely did not, I’ve always looked like this. You have a gift, treasure it.”