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 being  adam  parrish  was  a   complicated  thing,   a  wonder  of  muscles  and  organs,   synapses  and  nerves.                    He was a miracle of moving parts,   a study in survival.
I MISS YOU!! I hope you're doing well!!!
omfg this is so nice thanks so much I am doing well !!!!!!! <3
hi im archiving this blog
i mean itâs been inactive for a WHILE but Iâm officially doing it lmfao
If you want to find me, I still roleplay OVER HERE
S/O to everyone who was a pal when I had this blog I love peter so much but I just donât have anything of him left in me. We came to the end of the road. Tâwas a good time but really time for him to go soo bYEÂ
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OHMYGOD there are new fred and george blogs
 (  TEN  )
@thewebcrawler
  âHaving fun? I used the stairs.âÂ
        â  pal  ---  that  takes  longer  !  â    a  grin  is  masked    //     &  he  turns  to  the  person  whoâd  spoken.            â  sâ        Iâm  not  a  HUGE  fan  of  the  stairs,  thasâ  all.  â
       gonna be at emma for a while
 ( GWEN )
   placing the coffee cup on the table, she turns around to look at him with an expression of false seriousness. âYou sir owe me a new coffee. Spilling coffee is a serious offense!â
                 â  okay  --  okay.   I  know  ---  Iâll  make  it  up  to  you  â        a  smile                  â  iâll  be  sure  to  get  you  ...  as  many  coffees  as  you  could  ever  drink,   yeah  ? â Â
thewebcrawler:
                REVERSE STARTER CALL  !!!  aka, I will answer one of your opens or send u a shit tonne of meme of something like that.  or  maybe  Iâll  write  a  starter  for  something  on  your wishlist  ? Â
Iâm a very private person. You donât ask, I donât tell.
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                REVERSE STARTER CALL  !!!  aka as, I will answer one of your opens or send u a shit tonne of meme of something like that.  or  maybe  Iâll  write  a  starter  for  something  on  your wishlist  ? Â
some of u are like âiâve been on tumblr for a year! i canât believe itâs been so long!â iâve been on thsi goddamn website for 5 years and i canât escape hellâŚ..i remember tumblr promâŚâŚthe fucjkign mishapocalypseâŚâŚ.
 ( PEGGY )
        â ⌠peter. â     both her eyebrows raised simultaneously at him as she watched his reaction to her question.  slowly her head shifted to look behind her at whatever he was looking at before turning back to him and smirking slightly.    â ⌠are you sure about that,  peter ?   because from the looks of it,  it seems you might be struggling between the balance of being spider-man and your school work.  if you do ever need any helpâ â
            IT  WAS  INSTINCTUAL   to bury any problems that arose as if they did not EXIST.  He was not the kind of person to share everything with anyone   ------  fingers clung to his own TROUBLES,   hid them so far within even he could not always access them.     he gives a  smile,     a pause                     â   -------  peggy.  itâs fine,   things   are ...   are under control and,    I  uh,   I  KNOW whats important  â            &   to him it was SPIDER-MAN that was important.  He felt the weight of so many  people relying on him acutely,   and  he wouldnât let himself FAIL THEM. Â
RICK
Rickâs got a GOOD feeling about this kid â maybe itâs naive but he remains confident. Not that he has much choice now anyway, heâll have to put a little faith in this new acquaintance the SAME way heâs asking for that in return. Rick shakes his head before it turns into more of a nod as he steps forward, âAppreciate the TIP,â he chuckles, âIâll keep it down ând be sure t'wipe my boots off, alright?â He feels more content with his decision, with this chance meeting when the young man appears to care at all about keeping the home tidy. Itâs an unnecessary kindness and thoughtfulness that he respects â that HAS to be even more of a rarity in this twisted world.
He steps inside carefully, mindful to keep as quiet as possible. âThanks again for lettinâ me hide out in here with you,â he calls out (still not TOO loudly) as he waits to meet his new friend a little more eye-to-eye.Â
         MAYBE it was stupid to have asked him to keep from tracking mud through the house but something felt right about it   -----  that despite it UNDENIABLY being  the end  of  the  world they were still doing the right thing.    peter imagined whoever owned this house would want it to be RESPECTED,   even at the end of the world he hadnât lost that,   he still BELIEVED in respect of person.       that rick didnât laugh  at the request  made him more CONFIDENT  in his decision to let him in.
peter had seen some BAD THINGS before this all happened,  and heâd seen alot of bad things since.     those bad things had sprouted from a lack of HUMANITY  -- from  people no longer treating eachother as people and he hoped he wouldnât become that -- that he could nurture his own compassion  &  dignity  and not have it SUCKED out of him.      even if it  only in small gestures. Â
  -----       â yeah sâ -- sâokay. â           he pauses,   DISCOMFORT suddenly flooding him.   it has been a while since he spoke to anyone face to face,     especially a  STRANGER.          â um,  sâcool.   Not the best to be ...  out there alone,  yâknow ?  â
CAN   YOU   FEEL  THE  DARKNESS  ?     we    all    monsters    with    friendly    faces.    we    are    all    dead    as    we    breathe.   we    are    all    just    children.    but    i    am    a    god    among    fools      &     i    will    be    the         last      to      die.
Me: I'm going to do replies it's happening Me when I open my drafts: I can't read suddenly,,, I dont know