#wallcrawld

[leatherforhell]

Circe by Madeline Miller / unknown / Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz / unknown / Nectar by Upile Chisala / Critical Role Campaign 2 / The Affliction by Marie Howe / Aubade by Louise Gluck / unknown / Rebeka Anne / BBC Merlin / Franz Kafka / She-Ra: Princesses of Power / My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift / Francis Forever by Mitski / mine (thalia grace muse) / Frank Bidart / unknown / Titanic (1997)

[gwenbiote]

❛ just one day i'd like to just put my feet up. throw on some HULU. drink one of those funny drinks with the little umbrella in it. but nope , here i am. woken up at , hang on ... ah. TWO IN THE MORNING. AGAIN. i hope you at least brought me coffee for dragging me out this early. you must SATE THE BEAST. smaug needs her gold , er , coffee. ❜

@wallcrawld wanted a small thing !

[fightwing]

" as you can see, i’m looking much better. " / @wallcrawld

dick smiles at that. eyebrow raised in amusement at the emergence of the mask of spider-man in the grimy alleyway dick had tracked his latest mission to. THE LAST TIME he'd seen spider-man, he'd been a bit worse for the wear. taking some hits that'd even made dick wince and still standing after it all. impressive, to say the least, but not the best avenue for conversation. they'd been swept up in their respective enemies at the time, split up when their leads did, so THIS moment was appreciated to catch up. " good to see it, spider-man. " nightwing's hands went to his hips, briefly assessing his companion and coming to the conclusion that he, at the very least, LOOKED okay. his smile turned knowing, a shared joke between them that was the vigilante life of both finding trouble and trouble hunting THEM. he's teasing when he says " what'd you do to piss him off anyway? "

[spinxeret]

+ @wallcrawld asked: [ sing ] — sender sings a love song to receiver ( feel free to ignore this part but imagining late at night, slow dancing in the kitchen, both of them listening to music and peter singing to her as he spins her around, his soft laughter making him mess up the lyrics )

+ It was LATE ; the evening far enough along that the horizon was starting to show the faintest hints of DAWN just on the cusp of being born . But to the woman being SPUN around the kitchen , the soft BEAT of music filling the room just enough that it wouldn't bring COMPLAINTS from those sleeping the night away . Some would have said it was clear the couple had been DRINKING , but the HIGH that Mary Jane felt filling every inch of her body was the result of nothing but EUPHORIA from the shared dance and song .

" I swear , you're MESSING the words up on purpose ! " She giggled softly , spinning herself back TOWARDS him with the momentum of the slow dance . Looking up at him, LOVE blanketing all of her gaze , she leaned in just close enough to steal a SMOOCH . " You know we're gonna be asleep ALL DAY now , right, tiger ? "

[lylarchive]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HELL YEAH

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 [ . . . ] 𝟗𝟔% { ( 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥=𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ) ; }

△ greet 〇 ignore {enter.option=△}

❝ if you're so HAPPY TO SEE ME, where's my gift ? my little TREAT ? hmmmmmmmm ? ❞

[arachnidiots-a]

LIAM KAZ & PETER PARKER.

@wallcrawld: "take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

shame. it’s a newer feeling growing in liam when it comes to asking for help. they didn’t use to be so stubborn— learning to be spider-man alongside roxy meant getting good at that sort of thing. it meant helping roxy get better, because liam was never that bad at asking for help, despite being as independent as they were. on this stint, alone in the multiverse, she doesn’t even know who there is to ask for help from. every face and name she knows doesn’t know her.

but liam isn’t thinking about the ways she’s changed from the expedition, or how they might get how roxy feels, or that there’s no reason to fear asking for help when nobody’s going to remember you. liam’s thinking about how breathing is HARD and their leg HURTS like a motherfucker. listening to the other, they take the deep breath anyways.

“it’s what we do best…” they try to joke, spider-man to spider-man. sitting up, she wastes no time in trying to help herself by yanking bricks off of where they’ve piled on her lower half.

[ragedagainst]

@wallcrawld : you’re not leaving me behind, are you?

just as jyn's about to leave the ship, an armory's worth of weapons strapped to her body, parker's voice calls out behind her. she pauses on the loading ramp, eyes narrowing, then slowly turning to face him. the kid stares down at her eagerly, practically bouncing on his toes, albeit a bit disappointed at the anticipated outcome of being left behind once again. " you didn't get enough action last time, kid ? " she says, quirking an amused brow. she is, of course, referring to their last operation when she'd returned to the ship and found half a dozen 'troopers scattered all over the place. she hadn't seen the kid at first and she'd scrambled for her blaster, heart pounding in her chest, thinking the worst –– and then he'd rounded the corner with a big, goofy smile on his face.

even though there's a refusal on her lips, for some reason, she pauses. maybe it's that his words remind of things she'd rather leave in the cave in her mind. ( just one night. he'll be back in the morning. you've survived worse. he wouldn't leave you behind. ) while she dislikes even amusing the possibility –– an unexperienced recruit will only slow her down –– he's clearly proved that he can take care of himself. and stars, she's always had a soft spot for people like him.

" fine. but –– " she says firmly, raising her hand to hold off any incoming interruptions. " if i tell you to do something, you do it. no arguments. you want to come along, you do what i say. got it ? "

[spidersiren]

❝ i got stuck , i was running from my own shit . ❞ says @wallcrawld.

she doesn't have a quip for him. no witty remark, no sass. sometimes the siren is just a girl, broken and lonely like the rest of them. lorelai hugs one knee to her chest, lets her other leg dangle off the edge of the concrete, foot grazing the top of the water. she can see her reflection, shifting and hazy. she disturbs it further, obscures herself from view.

lor doesn't need spider senses to know he comes closer. to know he's going to sit. ❝ how'd you get unstuck ? ❞