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TOM HOLLAND as PETER PARKER in Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) dir. Jon Watts

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Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi

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Chris Evans as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

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Are you here with a mission, sir? I am.

Trying to get me back in the world? Trying to save it.

Steve Rogers in The Avengers (2012)

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Anthony Mackie for Bloomberg Markets.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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*strokes beard*

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me @ life

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if you follow me but aren’t a little in love with me rethink that

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Chris Evans | BTS | Men’s Journal

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me: *shoves my entire face into my cat’s body*

cat: *heaves a heavy sigh as he grimly accepts his fate*

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What do you do for a living

i try my best

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silver

silver

silver, as you watched bare feet dance around your living room,

tiny skirts and bruised knees, you scolded me for the mess i’ve made

silver, like the friends you’ve invited over, the men you tell me to steer clear from

gray, as they pretended to undress me

kitten, they called me, I hated it

and so did you

silver, as the cigarette smoke you blew out too close to my face with my head in your lap,

telling me how much of a filthy habit it was and that you’re going to stop

but you never do

silver, as the hair tousled in between my fingers and the lines between us

“Whatever you want.” you said.

pink, in covet as we make the sheets dirty

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about a boy

your crooked smile,

I favored more than your eyes

not of the way you smiled at me,

but the way a grin tugs on the corner of pulpy lips

at a blues song or the taste of your favorite drink

your large, calloused hands gripping my thigh

while i preferred them wrapped around my neck

skilled, playing me like worn out guitar strings,

how i wish to be held between your two fingers

and ashed out when you’ve had enough

“I do like you.” he said.

a wild stare and a stern line

“Don’t look at me like that.”

i wish i said but i didn’t before i fell

face first for the crooked smile,

cold brew and the guitar strings,

the scar on your hip and your thumbs against my cheeks

to be every story you tell,

to be every word tumbling off your tongue

mine, you called me,

a sojourn that lingered a while longer