#thrspidcr

[watsonjackpot]

+ @thrspidcr asked: “Is there something you want to tell me..?”

+ " What ? ME ? Nooo, what could EVER give you that impression ? " Tossing the book she'd been READING onto the bed , Mary Jane was well aware of how much SARCASM was oozing out of her voice . She'd made it in an ATTEMPT to break any sort of TENSION in the air, but from the way she could feel her HEART beating in her chest ; it hadn't quite WORKED out that way . Gaze darting away from him, she sucked in a DEEP breath , trying to PULL any of the ways she'd rehearsed what she THOUGHT she'd say in a moment like this out of her MIND .

From the way every single one of them felt FOREIGN on her tongue , none of them were the RIGHT ones .

" So, um ... you got home LATE last night, right ? "

[twogruesome]

@thrspidcr 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 :" I can't wait [you] to get outta here. This hospital scares the crap out of me. " ( He's 10/10 brought some coins, probably quarters and 50 cent pieces. If they aren't dumped out on the table already they shortly will be.

 ❝   That's  something  we  can  all  agree  on  .  -  Though  maybe  this  is  for  the  better  ;  us  being  locked  away  .  I  know  this  place  has  done  more  bad  to  us  than  good  .  At  least  in  here  ...  we  can't  harm  this  city  .  ❞  The  bag  of  coins  doesn't  go  unnoticed  .  Their  eyes  rest  on  it  in  disgruntled  scepticism  .

 ❝    The  city  is  already  in  agony  ,  that's  why  someone's  gotta  go  out  there  &&  𝐂𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  its  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒   .  ❞  

Hand  reaches  for  the  bag  ,  opening  it  ,  money's  money  ,  though  this  was  mere  rations  ,  not  worth  taking  .   ❝  Ain't  this  s'pose  to  go  t'fundin'  you  growin'  some  brains  in  that  head  of  yers  ?   ❞   He  retorts  .   ❝   Gettin'  a  job  instead  of  buggin'  us  on  the  rooftops  ?   ❞    He  was  careful  with  the  last  bit  ,  his  voice  a  low  growl  by  default  though  somehow  it  could  soften  beyond  what  the  receiver  is  accustomed  to  .  Out  of  courtesy  or  perhaps  he  just  doesn't  want  anyone  else  here  to  know  what  he  does  .  Too  rich  of  information  to  fritter  away  so  carelessly  .   ❝    Sure  it's  good  t'keep  a  spare  we  always  do  but  there's  somethin'  special  'bout  this  coin  .  ❞   He  reveals  the  silver  talisman  from  their  pocket  .   ❝    the  old  man  had  a  trunk  full  of  'em  .  He  rigged  every  game  he  ever  played  ,  even  the  ones  he  played  with  us  .  But  this  kind  of  coin  is  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋  .  ❞ 

 ❝    He  doesn't  need  to  hear  this  .  ❞   Host  interrupts  .  ❝    Peter  ,  you  should  be  out  with  friends  or  seeing  a  girl  ;  not  paying  visits  to  a  known  criminal  .  A  sad  old  bastard  with  no  chance  of  redemption .  Not  like  the  one  you  have  .  Use  your  freedom  wisely  ,  don't  waste  it  .  ❞    He  cannot  help  but  wonder  what  affiliation  the  boy  had  left  on  the  visiting  form  .  Mentor  ?  Worse  ?  Uncle  or  Godfather  .  Nevertheless  ...

[unexceptional-broken]

( @thrspidcr​ ) « sweet boy

              WELL, THAT WAS new. Not only a new guy in a mask, but the fact that he’d knocked on the door instead of going through the window. So many of them went through the window, especially when they had a mask on. 

Since he didn’t look like he was in immediate danger of bleeding out in her doorway, Becky took a moment to look at the guy. The suit was certainly something to behold, all red and blue with lines that looked like he’d been caught in some kinda web. She was sure it all played into his thing — his hero thing, whatever it was — though she couldn’t say she quite knew too much about him. 

Quite honestly, it didn’t matter if she didn’t know him; she’d had more than her fair share of strangers getting stitched up on her murphy bed. 

Blinking in surprise that he was at her door, Becky stepped to the side. “Well, come on in, then,” she said, holding the door open. “You’re letting the warm out.” 

[bianfu]

Forgotten Memes | no longer accepting

@thrspidcr​ ❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜

“You’re my son!” Bruce snapped even if he’d never called Peter that before. He’d treated him like one of his own, but had never broached the subject before. Maybe because he knew Peter had a life and family to get back too.

“I- I think of you as that. You’re apart of this family now, at least mine,” He added quietly before turning away, embarrassed by his outburst. 

[ircnwrought-a]

FIVE  TIMES  KISSED     ||      always accepting

five times kissed peter & gwen     //     @thrspidcr​​

1.     the  first  time is the     SPARK.     neither knew a first date could be so easy,      so comfortable.     her laughs fill the air of the pizza parlor he’s brought her to.      the  best  slices  on  this  side  of  the  river  !!     so  he  claims     suddenly,     the air is heavy  &&  they feel the weight draw them together.     though his hands fidget  &&  the nervousness of both creeps into the quick brush of lips,       this is the     START    of the fire.     they are content to burn.

2.     the  second  time     is filled with all the     HOPES    of a childhood love.     summer draws to a close,     yet she casts this moment to memory.      the sun gently warming her skin,      grass beneath her palms as she props herself up,     peter     insisting     the light is reflecting her eyes just perfectly.      click,     click,      click.       photos taken  &&  she can’t help the giggle before she closes the distance between them.      she  swears  this  is  all  she’s  ever  wanted.       neither cares that fall will fill their days with classes at esu,     that they will have less time for moments like this.       for now,     the world is perfect.       they  believe  it  will  last  forever.

3.     the  third  time     is     UNSURE.     she never meant to doubt him,     never meant to call into question his devotion to her     (     it  is  plain  as  day  to  any  passing  stranger     )     yet with every unexplained disappearance  &&  dodgy excuse,     she can’t help the suspicion that bubbles inside of her.      is  it  mj     ??     are  you     ...     seeing  her  ??       it nearly breaks her to see how the questions cut him.      his kiss is full of reassurances.       you’re  the  one  that  i  love.     it’s  always  been  you.     he  never  explains  where  he  disappears  to

4.     the  fourth  time     promises a     FUTURE.     the city bustles around them as they settle into their routines.     pencil scratches across a personal calendar as she marks the days she has labs,    the shifts he’s working at the bugle,     the date nights they’ve set aside to revisit that pizza parlor where it all began.      lost in the task,     she barely notices when he slides a key across the dining room table to her.     i  figured  you’re  over  here  so  often  anyway...     &&  she feels as if her heart will explode as she conveys every happiness he has given her into that kiss     she  would  marry  him  in  an  instant  if  he  asked

5.     the  fifth  time is a     GOODBYE    she cannot feel.     in the final moments,     she had realized who the spider was,     felt the     betrayal    of the one she loved the most.      she  hardly  has  time  to  register  the  realization  before  it  all  goes  black.     she won’t know the way he cradles her head or gently brushes back her hair from her face.     she won’t know how he calls her name until his voice breaks.      she  won’t  know  that  he  grazes  his  lips  across  her  forehead  before  he  leaps  into  his  own  personal  hell.      two  people  die  beneath  that  bridge

[hcpefell]

@thrspidcr​

As if her dad didn’t hate him ENOUGH already.

Gwen gave him a look, watching his eyes for a few moments, lips pursing together as she cleared her throat. She had some sort of excuse on the tip of her tongue; but she’s pulling on a beanie over her hair, a coat over his HOODIE that she’d long made hers and stepping into some warm Uggs. “AS LONG AS you don’t pretend to drop me again--” she mumbled, careful not to wake anyone with the EXCITEMENT brewing in her veins. “You do owe me a date.”

[mvsteriio]

i prefer to keep a cold stomach until the hard part of the day’s behind me. ( for the AU!)

HE hadn’t originally planned on having Peter join him in his little crusade, but the Quentin back then didn’t yet know just how useful your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man could be. He didn’t just want to destroy cities and play hero — that was fucking trite, the equivalent of a five-year-old throwing a temper tantrum and smashing up his toys in the sandbox. No, he had a vision, but said vision never involved a web-slinging vigilante from Queens.

Funny how things change.

“ Yeah, well, that’s all very John Wayne of you, Peter, but the last thing we need is you passing out in the middle of a mission. ” He shoots Peter a chastising look, though it quickly melts away into something resembling concern as he fishes a candy bar out of his pocket, holding it out for the other to take.

“ Here. Eat. And I’m not taking no for an answer. Your metabolism must’ve burned through a week’s worth of calories by now. ”

[whiiiplcsh-a]

@thrspidcr said :   ❝ it’s called teamwork, not that hard to grasp. ❞ // marvel comics starters ( accepting )

“ YEAH , yeah - ” voice filled with exasperation , he rolled his eyes , hazel pupils glaring at the other through the goggles . last thing he needed was some kid nagging him on teamwork when he clearly wasn't the one in the wrong . clearly !

“ you know for a guy who can swing on webs - ” zipped closer to the hero , pointing at his chest with his index finger . “ you're irritatingly slow , you know that ? not my fault you can't keep up . ”