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* 𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐒𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐑 : a private & exclusive telling of 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 of marvel’s THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN comics . verses for movies & insomniac’s marvel’s spider-man included . portrayal is heavily adapted through headcanons . activity : moderate. written by ly, 23. she/they. uk. est. 2014.
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hi besties, from now on you’ll find peter on my multi - muse !
hi besties, from now on you’ll find peter on my multi - muse !
hey so … i have my thesis presentation soon which is why i’ve been absent from here and any of my other blogs and i think the best way to contact me is disco @ andrew garfunkly#0727 ( mutuals only !! feel free to just add me, you don’t have to ask for permission !! ) and wire @ sirius.black
just 2 more days until i can come back 😭
hi !! so i’m not actually gone and my blogs are far from abandoned. but my thesis deadline is fast approaching and i will be dedicating all of my time on that. for the time being, you can still find me on discord ( im me if you’d like me to add you! ) but it’s unlikely that i’ll be on tumblr before then so … i’ll see you all after 10 jan !!
hi !! so i’m not actually gone and my blogs are far from abandoned. but my thesis deadline is fast approaching and i will be dedicating all of my time on that. for the time being, you can still find me on discord ( im me if you’d like me to add you! ) but it’s unlikely that i’ll be on tumblr before then so … i’ll see you all after 10 jan !!
hi !! so i’m not actually gone and my blogs are far from abandoned. but my thesis deadline is fast approaching and i will be dedicating all of my time on that. for the time being, you can still find me on discord ( im me if you’d like me to add you! ) but it’s unlikely that i’ll be on tumblr before then so … i’ll see you all after 10 jan !!
hi !! so i’m not actually gone and my blogs are far from abandoned. but my thesis deadline is fast approaching and i will be dedicating all of my time on that. for the time being, you can still find me on discord ( im me if you’d like me to add you! ) but it’s unlikely that i’ll be on tumblr before then so … i’ll see you all after 10 jan !!
pspspspspspsps andrew garfunkly#0727
( ▶ ) peter ? listen : i know things have been difficult lately , & i'm sorry about that . i think i know what you're feeling . ever since you were a little boy you've been living with so many unresolved things . well , take it from an old man . . . those things send us down a road -- they make us who we are -- & if anyone is destined for greatness , it's you , son . you owe the world your gifts . you just have to figure out how to use them . & i know that wherever they take you , we'll always be there . so come on home , peter . you're my son & i love you .
low activity , semi private t * asm based peter parker .
peter doesn’t celebrate christmas for . . . very obvious reasons but you’d be dead wrong if you thought that he doesn’t swing around the city wearing a santa hat because kids love it
what was he doing here? out of every endlessly stupid decision he has ever made that brought him here, on this day, at the stage door of her show, actually showing up here had to take the cake. out in the cold bite of the december air at night, being shoved into different directions as the spectators bustled around him anxiously to inch closer and closer. he must have been looking so out of place around them that he’d become nearly invisible. were they all waiting here to meet the leading actress as well? only, for peter, her role in the play mattered significantly less. after all, he was only able to make it to the theatre after the intermission and he’d been so nervous throughout the second act that he hadn’t paid much attention at all; all damp palms and bouncing leg and whether he was fixing his posture so often because his back hurt or because he was trying to make himself appear as bigger and as fearless as possible, that remained to be determined.
what was he doing here? he ought to have waited, maybe even followed her a few blocks away from the theatre to talk in private. but those were the thoughts of spider - man and for as long as he had something to say about peter’s relationships ( not that that was what he was looking for, mind ! ) he could never afford to listen to him.
the stage door opened and the people around him all stirred. at once, they all began to shuffle even closer and call out her name. and there she was at long last. the woman he’d seen in pictures when he looked her up. “ mary jane, ” he uttered under his breath, as though he was still getting familiarised with the way her name sounded rolling off his tongue. he was standing as close to the barrier as he could but even so, fans of the young actress were swarming behind him trying to swallow him into the crowd. his grip tightened on his camera as he brought it up to his eye level. “ a picture for the daily bugle, miss watson ? ” he called out. / @actresse
gwendolynist [...] gwen
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a ghost of a memory to flicker through her. he looks at her like he knows her. he looks at her like she’s hope and faith and a future all wrapped into one. there is an ache in her that he answers; a hollowness she didn’t know she felt. sometimes it’s as if she looks past him when she wants to look at him. as if memory is just beyond her reach.
has she known him long enough to love him? she had always been practical, unlikely to emotional fancies - not prone to falling in love. she’d loved once. it had been a love that consumed her. that molded her.
but she can’t remember that face. can’t remember that love. forgotten the peace that love had given her.
a swallow. tongue to dart out and wet her lips before she asks, ’ how can you know Peter? how can you know what love feels like? ’ and her gaze raises to his. meeting his as she finds herself leaning into him as if it’s a pattern her body remembers, an arm around his waist; cheek to press to his shoulder.
’ will you wait? until I know how to say it back? ’
how easy it was to get lost in the memories of something long gone, to let the relentless and interminable waves of pain and grief wash over him and leave him stranded and barely afloat in the ether of those memories. he’d barely gotten to make a promise, to himself and the object of the thoughts that occupied his mind every waking moment, to do right by her. a promise to do right by them.
this was not the way to do it. he was not supposed to let himself drown. but maybe, if he could just let himself say everything he never got the chance to - before it got ripped away from him when the green phantom flashing through the night sky as good as tore his soul clean out of his body - then maybe the message would reach the right person.
it was a lot of wishful thinking. and where his gwen went, it was not a matter of being trapped in a different world.
peter slowly began to pull himself out of his state of numbness. it didn’t matter how many peculiarities he got to witness in the years he’s donned the suit and mask. there was no individual, human or otherwise alien and no mutation he’s ever encountered stranger than looking into the eyes of gwen stacy and not recognising her.
“ no, no, no. i don’t - “ he swallowed hard against the constricting feeling in his throat. “ i don’t expect to hear it back. i know it means nothing to you. i just thought . . . if i say it, then maybe - “ maybe she’ll know i still mean it.
[...] we have to be greater than what we suffer
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐦𝐚𝐧
i’ve always loved the spotlight. my favorite times growing up were dressing up in something that showed myself off and doing something that brought me applause. i loved the attention and i still do, in a way. but then i met him —— here’s a guy who does the most amazing things and he wears a mask to hide his identity. he’s brought down crime lords, he’s taken on aliens from other worlds, he even has that famous cartoon song everyone knows by heart. and yet nobody knows it’s peter parker behind the mask. it was something that was so far beyond my understanding or comprehension. and yet, it’s endeared me to him so deeply. he’s shown me that i don’t need that spotlight all the time. and, he created web - shooters when he was in high school. how cool is that?
