#trustfell

[itsybitsyparker]

Transporting back to your own dimension was a little like getting sucked through a vacumn hose. It left a strange dizzy pit in his stomach, as if his intestines had been tied together in knots. Peter had just enough wherewithall to recognize this Queens as his Queens before he collapsed to the pavement, trying desperately not to be sick.

Seasoned New Yorkers stepped around him, barely sparing him an annoyed glance. Thanks New York. 

Once the horrible sensation had passed Peter glanced around him, grinning at the familiarity of it all. The lights of Oscorp gleamed brightly in the background, he could even smell the grease off his favorite food cart down the block. He was home, and with Gwen at his side everything was perfect. 

Wait.

Peter blinked, hard and looked again. Sure enough, half-collapsed on the pavement next to him was Gwen Stacy, looking ruffled but gloriously alive.

For a stunned moment, he couldn’t speak. He made a strange squeaking noise before he managed to rasp out; “Gwen?”

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[lovedcult]

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“  fine  ,  you  lost  your  ring  and  i  said  i’d  help  you  find  it  but  seriously  …  that  was  before  i  knew  we’d  be  walking  through  a  cemetery  at  night.  ”  as  much  as  minji  typically  enjoyed  her  dark  aesthetics  ,  actually  living  them  out  was  another  thing.  “  i’m  starting  to  get  chills  all  over  and  i  don’t  know  if  it’s  because  of  the  wind  ,  or  …  ”

[ask-ufpapyrus]

Request from @frog-e-box hope you like it-sorry it took so long

[scar-sploon]

I drew her

I-- I finally did it - -

@frog-e-box

I love her so much

Reblogs would be great too

[starberriemilk]

Art trade with @frog-e-box!!

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[pencil-prince]

Hey! @mede-box! Your Gaster design is fricking lit!

[cyro-starfire]

Two Furry monster girls, who are teens, whose name's both are "Angel", have manipulative boyfriends, and they are still kind, meet

Gift for @sawfterz

[siriuslly]

@trustfell

Sirius Black was in a mood. The sort of mood that told smart people to get out of his way and prompted stupid people to ask what was wrong. The sort of mood where he hoped someone would give him an excuse – any excuse – to pull out his wand. The sort of mood that involved a lot of stomping and glowering and general attention seeking.

The sort of mood that brought out the Black in him.

It’s not fair. It was never fair, that’s just life. But Sirius wouldn’t accept just life. That would be giving in, something that was not in his playbook. So instead he was stomping and glowering and generally seeking attention. And the common room was, of course, the place to do such things. But the common room was becoming an increasingly unsatisfying stage and he really just needed to be away.

Away ended up being a small alcove with a stone bench beneath an uncommonly used staircase. A place the Marauders often met between classes to plot and gossip. The bench was frozen, along with the rest of the castle. Sirius kicked it, grimaced, and sat anyway.

“Why is it so fucking cold?” he barked at the wall across from him. The question echoed off the wall and down the frozen corridor. Impulse took him and he shouted, “FUCK.” Satisfied as the frozen stone shouted it back at him until the word faded into nothing. Fuck.