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the power of a little picrew... maybe i miss liam kaz

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hiii 🫣🫣

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spider-man is usually weird. (said with so much affection, if there are any mind readers out there snooping.) andie's running theory is that it's all the times he's been hit in the head over the years, though he also might just be like that. but this is really taking the cake. his weird is usually, like, knowing about too many weird obscure science things like microparticles or nano gems or whatnot, and having far too many extremely bad quips at his disposal. nothing about him has seemed like the type to randomly burst into song. that, in fact, seems like a lovebug thing.) she's not really sure they have the time for this, what with a bad guy banging on the door like a drum.

"did you just sing that?"  she slams a gloved hand over her mouth and looks down at spider-man with wide eyes. that hadn't been on purpose. her hand comes away; the knocking on the door isn't knocking at all, but a melody in her head like an irresistible siren song.  "now i join the call."  he's looking back with confusion and evidently this isn't spider-weird. it's just weird-weird.  "oh, who has trapped us in this show?" impossibly, her eyes go even wider in the mask with fear and confusion.

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does anyone want to see more images of this guy that are quintessentially peter to me

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building my peter muse back slowly by just collecting shiny little stills of gabriel

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some really important images

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dude ... gabriel as peter is so based???? you're a genius honestly

the genius is dee @lvebug aka the most brilliant force on this planet. all the credit goes to them and them seeing the vision. i merely saw the genius and thought it had to be put to work. nothing will ever be as good and perfect to me as this

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Gabriel LaBelle as Sammy Fabelman in The Fabelmans (2022)

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pulling a carton of orange juice out, he fills the mug with what's left -- not much -- before pressing it into andie's hands. maybe she has a point-- as long as the universe knows then what good is hoping for a light day out? he takes a bite of the cheese slice in hand before pinching the corner of a slice of bread to flip it over and put the partially bitten cheese on. the other piece of bread gets pressed on top. grilled cheese. "what party?" andie's far too optimistic if she thinks he's planned anything. he hardly plans as it is-- if the state of him doesn't make that obvious. his head turns to try and make sense of the calendar that's tacked to the wall. the day doesn't have much scribbled on it, but he's hardly one to account for minutes and hours. "i need more orange juice, that's on the agenda. i can probably just grab that on the way back." he doesn't need to say he's going out as spider-man, that's pretty much a given he thinks.

and spider-man isn't on the same level of the fantastics? as if. spider-man is everywhere too, even if a lot of it is that bugle paper spouting nonsense. plenty of it is also his face on ice cream bars and on t-shirts and little kid's drawings of him and the people of new york who love him. that's so much more than the glossy covers of magazines and a whole lot more powerful. enough to warrant spider-man's birthday as a big event, even if most people don't know. she tells him as much. "you're spider-man. it's both yours's birthday and the universe knows that, even if people don't." she pokes her head over the pan to take a peak. "and snoopy only adds to it! double power! or— maybe you're right because maybe it cancels out. peter luck verses snoopy equals a normal day." she shrugs. "we'll see. so— what's on the agenda? can we invite snoopy to your party?"

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peter shaped 🫵

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ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ ʟᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ɪɴ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐)

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he holds up a piece of toast, turning towards her, "but they're the fantastics! their wedding was everywhere. you couldn't miss it if you tried. do you know how many times i got asked about that by reporters?" peter places a pan on the stove top, twisting the dial to high as he starts throwing the slices of bread in. "it was crazy." he goes to reach for a mug in an already open cabinet, staring into the mug before deciding to rinse it free of dust. "spider-man... that's different because people don't know. it's peter parker's birthday, my birthday, not spider-man's." which is a good thing in his book. it's like having a day off. "oh and snoopy's!"

"i don't know.... spider-man's—" her voice drops to a whisper on his name, even though he's standing in his own room with half his costume on in plain view, "—birthday seems like a prime event for stuff like this. you remember the fantastics' wedding?" oh, what andie would have done for an invite to that event of the century. they were the cover of every magazine—susan storm in the most beautiful dress andie's ever seen, johnny storm looking every inch the model, the thing in his dapper bowtie, and mr. fantastic with a grin just a bit too wide that it would have been a little scary if it wasn't so sweet and romantic. and then it had all gone to shit when EVERY SINGLE SUPERVILLAIN IN THE WORLD DECIDED TO ATTACK! she places her hands on either side of her head and backrolls herself off the bed to meander into the kitchen. "so, this might make the cut. or even a fraction of that craziness might still be crazy."

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spider-man is tweeting happy birthday snoopy

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spider-man is tweeting happy birthday snoopy

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he grabs the first tee shirt he can find, dragging it over his head and fighting to get his arms in the sleeves. it's far too warm for him to throw any pants over the suit and he doesn't have any interest in pulling it off in front of andie even if she's more occupied by his popcorn ceiling at the moment. "oh." hand tugging on the fridge door, he's met with the light and cold air and nothing else on the shelves. "yeah, but those are like christmas, new years, halloween big days. calendar holidays." he's lucky to find a couple slices of cheese, plopping the packs on the counter.

"like," she flops onto the bed sideways, not quite where peter had just been but not all that far either, with her arms out out in front of her like if she was in the air she'd be flying. how cool would that be? if she could fly? "y'know, our craziness. spider craziness." she rolls over to stare at the ceiling. "have you ever noticed that there's always extra stuff happening on big days?"

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he watches her fight the blinds and a yawn interrupts before he can tell her to just leave them be. she does eventually and the crash pulls another groan from him. tiredness aside, he knows better than to just keep laying around with a guest in his presence, even if that guest is andie who will help herself to anything. the sheets come off, he sits up, and he’s still half in the suit. he had half a mind to change out but his face collided with the pillow and that was that. “craziness?” on his feet, he makes his way around the apartment, stopping to stretch every couple of steps. “like what?”

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @lvebug sent : there's a knocking at peter's window. incessant and somehow eager. tap tap tap at what is probably far too early an hour. it's followed by a head of blonde hair and the upside down grin of lovebug hanging just outside. she presses a hand to the glass, nearly presses her face there too. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

a groan is the first sign of life for andie, as peter ducks his head below the pillow to block out the tapping. an arm emerges from under the thin sheet, raised out towards the window. he’s tired and slow to hit the webshooter and send a web at the blinds. with every intention of blocking the sun and the bird at his window, he yanks his hand down against his bed and leaves it there— the blinds pull over the window and block out andie’s face. it’s her exclamation that after a few lingering moments actually makes him realize his mistake. eyes opening, he lifts his arm hoping the blinds will go back up. they don’t. swinging his arm up and down, it’s a completely worthless effort until he jerks it back and the whole thing comes off. great. just great. “it’s open!” what time is it?

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ @lvebug sent : there's a knocking at peter's window. incessant and somehow eager. tap tap tap at what is probably far too early an hour. it's followed by a head of blonde hair and the upside down grin of lovebug hanging just outside. she presses a hand to the glass, nearly presses her face there too. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

a groan is the first sign of life for andie, as peter ducks his head below the pillow to block out the tapping. an arm emerges from under the thin sheet, raised out towards the window. he’s tired and slow to hit the webshooter and send a web at the blinds. with every intention of blocking the sun and the bird at his window, he yanks his hand down against his bed and leaves it there— the blinds pull over the window and block out andie’s face. it’s her exclamation that after a few lingering moments actually makes him realize his mistake. eyes opening, he lifts his arm hoping the blinds will go back up. they don’t. swinging his arm up and down, it’s a completely worthless effort until he jerks it back and the whole thing comes off. great. just great. “it’s open!” what time is it?