First collage . Had myself in mind when I made this
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First collage . Had myself in mind when I made this
gonna make a new account for more personal stuff such as photography and more private thoughts. Specifically wanna post photography on that account - can't here 'cause some people follow me and I'll be posting stuff of my tiny town, don't wanna be doxxed. Most likely though I'll keep this account and just post moodboards or stuff I wouldn't mind to be seen
Repost!! Like this version more
nothing on this god's green earth can convince me that peter parker doesn't have an ao3 account where he is elbows deep in a 'rise of skywalker' fix-it fic. like, fully invested in it, been writing it pre-spider bite with ned, who is just as enthusiastic about it. but the thing is, it's really hard to do updates when you are literally spider-man.
every three months he'll post and in the author's note there's some shit like "sorry this took a while, i got shot seven times :/" or "i know it's been a minute, i literally got hit by a bus and then stabbed in the leg, but i'm all good!" or sometimes ned would log in and post with a note "hey i'm a friend posting on the author's behalf, they're healing from severe hypothermia but promised an update, so here it is!"
and the fic just gets increasingly more popular for the author notes alone. a good handful of the comments are something along the lines of "i'm not even in the star wars fandom, i'm just here to see if the author is good" or "every update i cheer for another day the author gets to live at this point"
and any reader who is a native new yorker kind of pieces together that holy shit the author might be spider-man because the timeline adds up, and they just fully embrace it. spider-man will stop a robbery and the guy behind the counter will ask when the next chapter will be up. spider-man returns a stolen backpack to a girl and she'll tell him that he "really got poe's voice down so well, it's really impressive."
ned thinks it is hilarious. mj finds out about the fic from twitter, to peter's absolute horror, and changes peter's contact name to "friendly neighborhood ao3 author". but the worst thing to happen is after an avengers battle where peter took a pretty big hit and ends up in med-bay. and during a press conference, when someone asks how spider-man is healing, tony just drops "spidey won't be down for too long. the star wars fic will be updated within the week, probably."
ao3 goes down for two days.
Probably gonna start posting photography nonsense once I get a camera
Nerdy izuku midoriya/deku moodboard !!
abed, king of the nerds !!!
THEME: Space
made from resources found on pinterest
no credits needed, but reblogs are always welcomed!
joh life is good, saw my dad stick his hand into a goat's vagina (goat was having trouble giving birth), ate pizza and flapjacks, and my 2 clothes packages arrived
somewhere in this world (on my mom's phone) there's a 9 year old video of her yelling and me giggling as chacma baboons surround and try to get into the house we were in
throwback to when I, sober, sent my friends voice notes of me crying about how much I love apes and how I want them all to live good lives and never die
I wish I looked like Mary Jane