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BCDACIOUS  :  BRENNON  KNIGHT  /  TED  ‘ THEODORE ’  LOGAN !

brennon was almost ALWAYS down for a good ‘ol fashioned rollercoaster, which is why he wasnt all that surprised that he found himself in line for the largest coaster within the park. getting closer and closer to the front of the line, the shaggy haired teen took notice of the brightly colored ’NO SINGLE RIDERS’ sign that hung above the control box awning. not wanting to give up his spot in line, he bit down on his lip as he looked around for someone he could possibly ask. turning around, he spotted what could possibly be another single rider — ( seeing as he couldn’t make out anyone standing near them ) standing directly behind him. “ excuse me. ” he began — his tone serious as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “ i’m in a most heinous situation ! i did not know that single riders were def not allowed. if you’re not with someone, could you like, be my parnter dude ? ”

     so ,  here  he  was.  left  alone  to  ride  one  of  his  favorite  coasters ,  albeit  it’s  a  carnival  coaster  and  he  wasn’t   ever  sure  how  trusting  he  should  be  of  them.  but  you  know  what ,  peter  burton?  you  never  say  no  to  a  thrill  ride !  and  the  queasy  stomach  he  gets  afterwards  is  totally  worth  that  hot  dog  he  ate  just  before.   ❝   DAMN !  really?   ❞   well ,  that   sucked.  but  don’t  sound  too  disappointed ,  kid.  you  got  a  new  partner  right  in  front  of  you !   ❝   that’s  kinda  lame.  but  i  most  totally  will  be  your  partner,  totally random dude !  ‘s  long  as  you  promise  we  get  to  ride  it  at  least  three  more  times.   ❞

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safeasliife‌ : harrison wright /  richard gansey iii !

he smiled, if only slightly. though he’d never admit to any loneliness, harrison didn’t have a whole lot of friends and – well, being here did nothing but emphasize the fact. he shrugged one shoulder. “ i’m actually going to eat all of this. “ somehow. he shook his head. “ i could get ya something if you want. ��� it certainly wasn’t as if harrison was short on money. he didn’t mind.

this dude wanted to buy him something. well, that was new. peter wasn’t completely opposed, but he wasn’t raised to take advantage of the kindness of others. “ nah, it’s alright, bud. listen, i -- ” he suddenly thrusts his hand inside his jean’s pocket and comes out with a few quarters. alright, sweet -- enough for a popcorn. “ i got just enough to replace the popcorn and maybe some caramel corn. if you’re into some company, we could share? ”

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hcpelessrcmantics·  :  quinn fairchild  /  quinn fabray !

fingers with nails painted bright red tugged off a fluffy piece of cotton candy. it seemed strange to quinn that when the sugar touched her tongue, it somehow even TASTED pink. though she’d yet to enter the bulk of law school, harvard was wearing her down and the thought of returning after a summer of relaxation easily deflated her. this day at the carnival was desperately needed, a way to send the season of sun and swimming pools off with a bang instead of a whimper. even better was the fact that she was here with a friend that she considered to be the best of what humanity had to offer. 

“ — PLEASE DON’T TALK ABOUT SCHOOL,” brows furrowed and the aspiring lawyer shot peter a look. “we have another solid week and i’m trying to enjoy FREEDOM before going back to prison.”

                    ( closed for PETER PARKER / PETER BURTON @webzinger ! )

“ alright, alright. you got it, ms. quinnie. no school talk till next week. ”  his fingers pinch off a good sized chunk of her cotton candy, stuffing it into his mouth. “ but i will say, ” his mouth somehow miraculous still full of cotton candy, “ excited for this microphysics class. too bad you couldn’t get in, but what does a lawyer need with microphysics anyway, right? ” quinn and peter had taken a single pre-requisite together and from then on it was breakfast, lunch and dinner. and sometimes snacks in between. mostly snacks. he liked bringing her pb&j’s and big bags of doritos to share while they studied. completely different subjects, of course. the law definitely wasn’t his thing, but hey -- she enjoyed it. and honestly, that’s all that mattered. “ you wanna get on a ride with me? oh, i know! get on the zipper with me! ”

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[ tom holland ]  ———  have you heard of peter parker from marvel? well, in this world they were born PETER BURTON, a twenty year old transman [ he/him ] working as A COLLEGE STUDENT. having boston as their playground has made them RECKLESS & INTELLIGENT. although, it also made them susceptible to [ nightmares ] about THE BANG BANG OF A GUN AND THE STARTLED YELP THAT FOLLOWED AFTER, FEAR CRAWLING UP HIS THROAT UNTIL HE’S CHOKING ON IT AND THE ENDLESS, UNKNOWN, EXPLAINABLE VOID. but i heard headphones by walk the moon helps them sleep at night.

if your muse were to encounter a fracture, what memory would they remember first?

the forceful snap of his neck as he’s thrown back by the largest chunk of debris he’d ever seen. captain america himself had given him a compliment just before and the sheer elation was suddenly cut short by the wind being knocked out of him. his head cracking against the pavement so hard he can taste his teeth. weird, teeth taste like blood. but you gotta get up, spider-man. you ain’t done, yet! nothing can knock ya down! throw out your hands, someone’s near you! your spidey-sense is tingling and your head hurts, but you have to keep fighting! punch, kick, punch!

hey, hey, hey. good guy here. the voice makes him stop. the voice eases the pain. the voice soothes his racing heart. his heart that beats so fast he’s scared it’ll burn right through his chest. scared. . . that ain’t a new feeling, but mr. stark makes it seem a little less scary. you’re going home. wait, what? what did he say? home? he didn’t wanna go home. home meant facing things. home meant remembering. home meant having to listen to may crying on the other side of the wall because she has to sleep alone. and it meant he’d lay awake with the consuming, awful guilt that made him want to vomit all over himself.

this memory aches inside his head like a migraine, gritting his teeth before he exhales a choked, angry sob. 

if they have powers, what sort of powers would be returned to them when met with a fracture? if they don’t, tell us about their strengths and weakness.

that damn spider sure gave him some neat powers, didn’t she? sure, he’s thankful. maybe even grateful. and he’s sure as hell ecstatic now that he’s a friggin’ superhero. so, yea. it’s nice to be able to climb walls and never get sick and be able to catch an almost two ton car with his bare hands. 

he’s noticed how much better his body feels near a fracture. he also notices how much his head aches when he’s around them, too. he wants to say it’s the spider senses. whoa, spider senses. that’s new. or was it? it buzzes so hard in his skull he’s afraid his brain’ll swell from it. but would it? he wasn’t really sure. it was just a sense. he wasn’t even sure if it was physical. though, the hairs on his arm raise in alarm. 

his intelligence comes like second nature. but it’s also a double edged sword. when you’re this smart, it’s hard to focus on much else. same thing with the obsessive compulsions. and the depression. oh, wait! don’t forget the anxiety, too. 

what is their life like in boston? tell us about their childhood, schooling, occupation, etc.

record scratch, freeze frame. we see a man -- boy, honestly -- hunched over a mountainous and terrifying pile of homework and textbooks. yep, that’s peter. you’re probably wondering how he got into this situation. well, to tell you that -- we gotta take you back all the way to the birth of this tiny, little man. expect, that’s actually too far back. let’s just say that, he’s had it pretty rough. and despite it all, he’s wonderfully chivalrous. the boy hasn’t let the fact that his parents died before he was really old enough to remember them make him a complete asshole. so, that’s a good thing!

high school breezes by pretty quickly. although, a bit embarrassingly. college comes quick. biology seems kinda nice. physics too. holy shit and chemistry! why not all three? biochemistry, biophysics. it’s a friggin’ dream come true. oh, he also forgot to mention he made it to harvard with a pretty sizable scholarship and that sweet, sweet work study program. 

three negative traits and three positive traits. feel free to elaborate!

POSITIVE: resourceful, innovative, compassionate, kind. NEGATIVE: over-thinking, foolhardy, insecure, compulsive.

anything else you’d like us to know!

heyaaaaa. you can visit my darling boy’s pinterest here. you may look at some wanted connections here, too!

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safeasliife· : harrison wright !

he wasn’t sure why he was here. it didn’t make sense. he wasn’t a fan of rides, or crowds or loud noises or anything which would have made this fun for him. okay, maybe he was here for the food? cotton candy. he couldn’t make it at home. now, it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried. the machine he’d bought online hadn’t worked so maybe it was a good thing he was here and –  focus, harrison! his hands were practically full of food, which he was far more concerned with than where he was going. he needed more hands. as if on cue, the popcorn he had slid from his hand, landing unceremoniously on the ground. the kernels bounced away, hitting someone who was walking the other way.

“oh.. are you – sorry. i shouldn’t – did i hurt you?” ( as if the popcorn could hurt. )

okay, so. . . he definitely loved carnivals. this fact he decided at that very moment when he heard the very loud and high pitched AAAAAAH! coming from one of the rides. he’s pretty sure it came from a woman, pretty sure. maybe everything was a bit overwhelming, but hey! it smelled like popcorn and hot dogs and everything good in the world. so when he saw the popcorn kernels flying he thought: oh man, what a bummer!   “ i’m pretty confident i can handle a few bits of popcorn. question is, do you need some help with all that? and by help, i mean do you need help eating it? ”

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Peter freaking out over the Iron Spider suit

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Tony sliding in like a dad who just surprised his kid with a new car