#int. peter

[efficiiency]

" God, no. This is ancient history, and I'm the bad guy. Nothing depressing. " Bernie reaches into her bag and grabs hold of the small stack of baseball cards she'd shoved in earlier. " I accidentally stole these from my ex-husband when we got divorced. They were in my bedside table, okay, I just never gave them back. Anyway, I could probably sell them or something, I know they're worth a few bucks, but it's more satisfying to me to know this would hurt him on a deeper level. He'd be like, Bernie this is just fucking wasteful, now no one can have them." Bernie adopts a deep, cartoonish voice while she mimics her ex. " Exactly, Kilroy. Now no one can have them! "

Bernie side-eyes the man, her eyebrows sliding up. " If you really kept it as loose as you say you do, there probably wouldn't be people here burning your shit. "

"Hell yeah, what is it?" Peter questions, rubbing his hands together like a sumptous meal had been placed before him.

"And by juicy I mean it'd better not be fucking depressing -- I've already heard six stories worth of a bad country song and I ain't even halfway down the beach yet."

He pulls the vape from his pocket, taking a pull of the honey flavored cartriage and shaking his head.

"Nah, baby, I keep it loose. Easier to stay outta drama that way. Wouldn't be shocked if there were a couple girls here burning my shit, though."

@efficiiency

[magecantsleep]

spider baby moodboard! ❤️🕷️

[supurman]

clark and @wrathbit 's spider-man's dynamic

[petrificusx]

setting: st mungo’s, blishwick wing opening celebration featuring: ted tonks & peter pettigrew @impcrios

Ted forced another gulp of soda water, grimacing. He hadn’t chosen the drink because he particularly cared for it, he just felt wrong standing there in his nicely pressed healer robes sipping champagne or any other beverage when a few floors below a dear patient was suffering with Fwooper cough, or an uncontrollable rash and boils after a potion misfire. He loved his job. He loved everything about it. From helping people feel better to the challenges of diagnosing a patient and finding the right treatment — there was never a second he regretted the path he’d chosen. From those weekend concurrent study programs at St. Mungo’s his seventh year until now, just over half a decade later, there hadn’t been a doubt in his mind that he was meant to be there helping people. So he really didn’t like being in this new wing, at a fancy schmamcy party, welcoming people in and representing the hospital for the big wigs. He felt like he was on display, a commodity for the investors, prospective donors, and the esteemed guests to gawk at. And being so ridiculously tall and broad already made him look so out of place — the lime green robes only served to make things worse.

At least he wasn’t alone in being paraded about. Healer Pettigrew was also among the unfortunate healers and mediwix asked to make an appearance, outside of their normal long hours. Ted wanted to escape, to stop at that muggle place he loved for a curry and head home to catch the weekly quidditch highlights on the wireless. He figured Peter probably felt a bit similarly about everything, so he’d found himself near his fellow St. Mungo’s staff mate, sighing against his glass as he lowered it onto the table in defeat. “You think they’ll notice if I just slip out?” He asked Peter curiously, giving him a wry smile as he cast a sideways glance in the mediwix’s direction. “I mean, does this mysterious ‘anonymous patron’ really care if I’m not here for their big reveal? We know my pockets don’t run as deep as some of these other guests — and everything about this feels for show… How bad do you think our Chief Healer would berate me if I just… disappeared?” His brows rose, “Think I’ll get stuck with charting as punishment?”

[meetmeafftcrdark]

☽. peter pettigrew said: "Me alegra pasar el día con une amigue."

Mostró una sonrisa amable, a la par que asentía con la cabeza– A mí también –sus palabras eran sinceras– ¿Qué quieres hacer? –preguntó, volviendo la vista hacia su amigo. Lo cierto era que él no había pensado en mayores planes para el día. / @suerteliquida

[cxpectopatronum]

mercado primaveral.

Caminaba al costado de su amigo, quizá un poco distraído. El inmenso alivio que sentía buscaba nublar la lógica, especialmente porque su novia se hallaba de vuelta. Hasta él evitaba preguntárselo en voz alta. Volteó a mirar a Peter, sabiendo que se hallaba en silencio desde hace un rato. —¿Quieres ir por comida? —Remus no tenía mucha hambre, mas se sintió culpable por estar silencioso durante los últimos meses.

remus & peter. | @suerteliquida

[sarcaasmic]

discussed starter for @wallcrawlparker

"Would you keep still? It'll take me like two seconds to get this bandage on if you stop moving," she lightly complained in a whisper. Ellie was attempting to be stern, though it was clear she was struggling to hold back a smile as the corners of her lips turned up and the dimples formed in her cheeks.

She'd met up with Peter at the library to work on their project from one of their college courses and they had two more days left before the assignment was due. They'd made great progress the past couple of days, so when Peter showed up to their meeting with a decently sized cut, she wasn't distracted by the work and was quick to offer up an alcohol wipe and bandaid.

Given her own past, she wasn't one to hound someone about how they got their cuts and scrapes, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious. She refrained from asking for now. Due to experience, she'd also gotten in the habit of keeping a simple first aid kit in her backpack at all times.

[bellshazes]

one great thing about being paid professionally to support & consult on implementing the science of hope is that if i get depressed it sure still does suck. and it is super surreal to have convos with coworkers like "wow i sure can diagnose exactly the cause of my despair rn because i know how hope works".

HOWEVER it does mean that when i get a tiny little foothold against my anxiety it is like okay well hope is a) the belief the future will be better and you can make it better and b) a social gift. therefore, 1. what do i want to stop happening (usually easier to answer when depressed than active desire) 2. what would have to change for me to get that, and if what i want isn't possible what are the next best pathways & the next best after that and 3. do i need to talk to a friend to help me answer 1 or 2 or possibly give me the cheerleading i need to chip away at whatever i need to do. it surely won't fix my episode but it DOES make life imminently more hopeful and therefore survivable and will help with the bigger picture stuff. as well as guess who has pickled onions now on account of gaining momentum.

[meetmeaftcrdarkarchive]

peter pettigrew said: “I’d die for you.” / @witches-n-wizards​ 

– No vamos a llegar a eso, Peter –aseguró, aunque lo cierto era que no podía hacer una promesa como esa. Él mismo perdía el sueño pensando en hasta dónde llegaría por proteger a quienes quería y siempre llegaba a la misma conclusión: moriría por ellos, sin dudarlo. 

[euphememoon]

“How do you really feel?”  ― @witches-n-wizards​

Dejó que la sonrisa que había estado adornado su cara desapareciera, para dar paso a un suspiro. No tenía por qué fingir delante de Peter, así que simplemente, paró de fingir. “Cansada. Abrumada... ¿Perdida?” Se encogió de hombros, esta vez ofreciendo una verdadera sonrisa al muchacho. Sabía que hablar de lo que le preocupaba conseguiría ayudarla, mas siempre era costoso empezar a hacerlo. “Además de lo obvio, intentar encontrar un trabajo que me guste está siendo peor de lo esperado.” 

[askfelix-neverland]

What's bothering you, Felix? You know you can tell me anything. (demonpiper)

Bothering me? I’m not sure what you mean, Pan. I may be looking forward to finishing the work to get the Believer here - perhaps that’s what you’re seeing?

[ghoulfool]

På tal om ingenting så känns Philip Jalmelid som en mix av Anders Ekborg, Stig Järrel med en (pyttelite) touch av Peter Mattei

[starstcff]

i wasn't sure whether you would want me here. // michelle jones for peter

❛⠀ i didn't say that. i said — ⠀❜ ⠀what did he say? peter can't recall the words, the exact turn of phrase, the details lost to the haze of his mind, to the ever-present grief in his bones. what he can remember is the tone. the underlying emotion, and what did it matter what he said, when his words were dripped in venom?

mj had done nothing to deserve his anger, but he couldn't open his lips to apologize either, the words lodged in his throat. it was better this way, he told himself. if she thought she wasn't wanted, if she blamed him for the destruction of whatever this was, then they could forget about him, and he'd be alone.

as he should be.

❛⠀ something else, i'm sure. ⠀❜

[jesaiahs]

"¿cómo sabes que no lo hará peor?" por más que sea, considera que está encerrada con las personas que pudieron causar la muerte prematura de albertina. "era más fácil ignorarlo antes." concede, avanzando hacía la ventana más cercana. "¿crees que esto sea cuestión de horas o días?"

' es la mejor decisión que han tomado desde que llegamos. ' lo último que le falta es lidiar con los medios. por primera vez en mucho tiempo, está de acuerdo con el círculo. ' ¿lo tenías antes? ' él no.

[petrificusx]

setting: st. mungo’s featuring: ted tonks & peter pettigrew @impcrios

Ted ached positively everywhere. There were limbs he didn’t even think could ache that had, and he was pretty sure he’d not felt this kind of bone deep exhaustion in years. Not since he crammed for his OWLs and overtrained for Quidditch in the same week. And now here he was, sprawled over a lumpy all too small couch in the Healer break room, bright green robes bundled up behind his head as a pillow as his legs dangled off the other end, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there. “I don’t think I’ll make it home,” he mumbled, blue eyes lazily shifting in the direction of where his fellow coworker and good friend, Peter Pettigrew, was. “I think I may actually end it all right here,” he added after a moment. “May this dirty old couch be my final resting place. Place my grave marker right… here,” he reached to pat the arm where his head had been resting, “Here lies Edward Theodore Tonks, who died from sheer exhaustion over the amount of hectic patients and charting he’s had to complete ever since his wise and yet unintelligent superiors decided to make him go to that ridiculous gala.” He frowned and looked over at the mediwix, “How is it that once a murder happens, everyone goes crazy and suddenly needs to see a doctor? The number of anxiety management potions I’ve brewed and given out…” Ted scrubbed a hand over his face, frowning into his palm. He didn’t blame anyone for the fear and hysterics that had been going around since that night unveiling the new wing. Things were getting scary, and deep down Ted knew that this was especially so for people like him. But he was doing his best, doing his job to help people the best way he could, by healing their pains and coaxing them out of their fears. If only it didn’t tire him out so much during the process. “Oh, by the way, I got an extra ticket to the Chudley Cannons game this weekend — do you wanna go with me? Could be a nice break from,” he paused and waved his hand in the air, “all of this. Whaddya say, Petey, wanna be my hot date?” Ted teased, trying to bring some levity to things. It wasn’t like he could take the person he really wanted to go out with — not with how volatile the political climate was becoming. Ted’s private life seemed more and more like a pipe dream. He tried not to dwell too hard on this, turning his head to look at his fellow former gryffindor. “C’mon, I’ll even pay for the after game drinks. The first round anyway.”

[meetmeafftcrdark]

– ¿Y tú qué opinas? –preguntó al joven, con su mirada analítica fija en él. Lo cierto era que a Yvette le llamaba la atención. Lo poco que sabía de él era que era amigo de personas que claramente no se alineaban con ellos, lo que quería decir que era bueno fingiendo– Sobre la ley, me refiero.

☽. starter cerrado para peter pettigrew / @suerteliquida