#sunslung

[silkslung]

    the eye roll he gives is full-bodied, and rj knows he should be nicer to céline cuz she’s sensitive, or whatever, but he’s tired of watching baby stuff. still, he picks her up under the armpits so she can see all the movies on the shelf, cuz he’s strong, and he’s also a decent big brother, when he feels like being one. “alright, what’re we watchin’ tonight, squirt?” / @sunslung

[trackshorts]

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

SOFT ANGST STARTERS !

    maybe that’s what he’s afraid of. NO, a voice in his head tones. YOU’RE AFRAID OF USED NEEDLES, AND MRSA, AND ROTTING AWAY WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE, AND DISAPPOINTING YOUR MOTHER AND –

    and becoming nothing. being as small, and weak, and fragile as sonia kaspbrak wanted him to be when she gave him asthma all those years ago. without the losers, eddie thinks, i really am nothing. nobody. why would the world look at a scared little invalid when it’s so much easier to let their gazes glaze over him, forget him, erase him? erase me?

    eddie grips his aspirator, but doesn’t take a hit from it. he hates how his hands are shaking, but at least the resolve on his face is set, written in all the lines that might’ve held worry or uncertainty before. “i’m going.” he doesn’t know what he’s trying to prove, or to whom, but it feels right. it feels like taking a step out of the shadows. it feels like walking into the sun. “and you’re coming too, right?”

[spideredkid-blog]

@sunslung !

    “you got your bag ready?” he’s totally gonna take rj and céline on the train to his place, but he knows he earns cool older brother points when he swings in through the window, so that’s how he makes his entrance. he pulls his mask down to show that he’s already grinning. god, this is such a step up from his own earth. “where’s your big bro? you finally sell him to the circus? he’s got the flips for it.”

[starslung]

you think i'll get to be spider-kid one day papa?

    “do you wanna be spider-kid one day, mon cherie?” he bounces her on his lap as they sit on the balcony, overlooking new york. as much as he wishes they’d move out of the city, now that they’ve got kids, finn does know he’d miss the views, sunset reflected off the skyscrapers and all that jazz. he presses a kiss to her hair, because he can, before going on. “jus’ cuz your brothers do it doesn’t mean you have to, as well. there’s other ways to help people, and no matter what you decide to do, your dad and i will love you no matter what, okay?”