#* ! parker | convo

[noodles-and-tea]

Hangin’ around

[foolsocracy]

love it when itsv noir pete refers to it as WWI like. Who told him about the second one

[shadowcatgirl09]

||The Geminis and The Bennetts|| Then vs Now

[ringratfag]

hey drew you should like do a spot where someone puts their fingers in your mouth while you're kneeling under them and you're like drooling while you suck on them no reason i just think it'd be really funny and everyone would laugh yknow hahahhhahahh

[mustasekittens]

squished

[parkitaco]

being a boring gay and having a fun gay as a parent is no fucking picnic u guys

[cardinalcheerio]

Peter: What type of Popsicles do you like?

Tony: I'm not a big popsicle person.

Peter: so you like small Popsicles?

[independent-fics]

Hardison: You could have died man.

Eliot: I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood’s supposed to be.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

also. while i'm posting about the aftermath of s4 on the nyc crew. i totally get why people see oscar as spiraling hard after arthur's departure, and i agree that is a possible outcome, but what i really want is to see him take that very brief connection and pay it forward. the whole, "help others when you can't find a reason to help yourself" spiel that arthur gave him, let him use that as a motivator. like, maybe he wasn't able to save this one—but maybe he can save the next one. he's read enough of that bestiary to have a sense of what kinds of things are hiding in the dark corners of the world. and he's faced them! and he's come away—not unscathed, of course, certainly not unscathed, but alive. and even better, victorious. after so much pain and suffering, trying to help marie and her family but never knowing how, they did it. scratch is gone, along with its horrible crawly entourage. all it took was a little extra knowledge, a little bit of cleverness, a lot of courage. he's done it once. he can do it again.

maybe he's not gonna leave the church behind, but, i mean, st. jean-baptiste already serves mostly people who've fallen on hard times, who are being left behind by society. there's gotta be some more among their number who are haunted, or hunted, by something unknowable. and oscar starts to see them. he knows the look of someone whose understanding of the real and unreal has been challenged. and he starts to make it his mission to reach out to them, not because someone else comes along and charitably scoops him up and ropes him into monster-hunting, but because someone very dear once told him that he was good at helping, and that it was valuable, and important, and that it could be a reason to get up and put himself together in the mornings even when everything else felt pointless.

so he does. his community center gains a second life, as refuge for people stalked by demons and monsters and curses and the eyes of ancient gods. bc he may have lost what he thought was his purpose, but he's not going to insult his memory by just passively drinking it into oblivion. he's gonna honor it in the best way he can think of. by helping.

[foolsocracy]

[xtinyslip]

"this is unbelievable? I'M SORRY? what part of me leaving did you confuse as an invitation to bloody follow me. HM?" cecilia could have sworn that she had never stepped foot inside this building before. yet, when it had come to making her swift exist ; it was like she knew EXACTLY where to go. not that she could have held much trust in that, considering she had taken herself to a bloody dead end. the stairs or the elevator that seemed to only go in one direction. well, she told herself that any direction was better from this lunatic as she frustratingly pressed the button to call down the elevator. "i mean it! you do not want to mess with me!" @fcdcdmcmories

[rayisnthere14]

Was ranting to my friend who isn't big into the marvel world about Peter, Matt, and Steve and she couldn't get over their names🙏😭

I love her sm but omg 💀

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky: No

Peter: pleeaaase

Bucky: you have the flu your sick I'm not fucking you

Peter: but I wanna!

Bucky: how do you even have the drive when your sick

Peter: I'm talented like that

Bucky: I'm still not fucking you. Once you get better we can break the bed but not before then

Peter:.......*blows nose and then pouts but not before throwing his tissue at Bucky*

[incorrect-wandanat]

Kate: *sips coffee* Hey, Peter. How’s your butt?

Peter: *eating breakfast* It’s loose. Very loose.

Kate: Oh that’s good.

Yelena: um hey what-

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Spidey mutate!

Ah yes, the current brainrot au that's been keeping me up at night for the last month!

It's my first WIP for a Peter and Tony dynamic, and in the au the spider bite has a much more drastic mutation on Peter. And after mutating (and a fight with his uncle) he runs away from home. Mutant relations aren't good to say the least, and the new Accords would put him and his family at risk with the newly added registry.

he runs to upstate New York and decides to live isolated away from people, and resorts to stealing from lakeside cabins and campgrounds when he can to survive.

it's when he gets caught breaking into a cabin looking for some batteries, that he realizes he's been stealing from Iron Man the whole time.

Tony stared at the kid in front of him. He had dirt smudged on his face and caked onto the short fur on his face. He picked at the skin underneath his… claws. His skin was pale and dark bags hung beneath his eyes, and he bit his lip nervously as he glanced around the living room. Tony huffed and leaned back against the couch.  The kid ducked his head away, turning his gaze to the floor, but Tony had a feeling he was still being watched by the two eyes against his cheekbone and temple. God, that was freaky. He cleared his throat.  “Where are your parents?” “They’re dead.” The kid said bluntly. He was quick with it too, almost like he meant to throw Tony off. But he just hummed in response. “Bummer. What about a foster parent? Spider-guardian? Did you break out of a hatchery or something? Do I need to worry about 200 of your siblings hiding out in the forest too?” “What? No-” “Well where did you come from then?” “I… ran away.” “Uh huh, I figured that much, Shelob. To what, be the new Jersey Devil? What are you doing here?” Peter looked up, all of his eyes boring into Tony. If he were any other man, Tony would’ve shivered at the sight. But he’d rather go through a wormhole again than let a teenager stare him down. No matter how mutated they were. “Huh?” he responded. Tony sighed, now getting annoyed.  “Where can I return you? And where are my Crocs?”

I have A LOT of thoughts for this au! Not much written for it yet, but i would LOVE to post something for it in the future!! I've also made art and memes for it too!

Needless to say it's been living in my brain.

[parkitaco]

my coworkers stashed a leftover brownie for me by my station at work this morning and when i asked why they keep doing that one of them gave me a blank look and was like “because we like you” guys what do you think she means by that