#andrew garfield short hair

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD | 2018

(📷 Caitlin Cronenberg)

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield - Variety's Actors on Actors

[d3arapril]

modern!ellie headcanons

my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3

✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!

ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it

she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't

literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood

knows random facts about the most obscure things

"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it

her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3

she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u

would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL

bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit

u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐

"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth

so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together

however if people are looking at u?? its on sight

gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes

will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?

leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/

'i love u ps were out of milk :('

wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...

carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded

tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously

listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years

also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)

uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong

i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)

knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)

super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless

always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late

she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf

always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing

u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right

her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil

made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3

wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers

big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love

tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”

tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs

loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot

is this emoji 🧍🏼‍♀️ frequently

that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her

[strangerstilinski]

sharing a stiles thought i keep thinking bc brainrot and sharing bc you’d appreciate it

he would beg you to do the spiderman kiss and immediately fall as soon as it actually happens

i know this wasn't technically a request of any sort but oh boy did it tickle at the nearly nonexistent inspiration in my brain, so.. here we are. just a very short fluffy little thing that made me feel all warm inside. x

You tug at the sleeves of your sweatshirt in an attempt to cover your cold knuckles as you take an overly-cautious step out onto your front porch, hugging one arm around your ribs as a shiver wracks your body all while your grip tightens around your cell phone.

“Stiles, if this is one of your jokes-” A sigh escapes you, a wispy cloud of fog pushing past your lips as you look around for your boyfriend. There's a familiar blue jeep parked at the edge of your driveway, but the owner doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. You tut softly into the phone, “I think your pranks are cute, baby. Really, I do, but I need to study-”

Your socked feet carry you that much farther outside, shuffling slow across the smooth planks of wood underfoot while you cautiously scour the yard for his familiar figure.

“I'm right-” There's a scratchy crackle against the speaker just as you hear a scuffle from somewhere to your left. Stiles' yelp meets your ears twice, once from the dark emptiness at the edge of the porch, and then again half a second later through the phone.

It's just as you're just stepping up to the edge of the porch, hand falling to grip the railing as you squint into the darkness, when something drops down from above and makes you flinch back with a small scream.

“Here!” Stiles grins, the momentum of his body still making him sway forward and backward for a moment as he hangs upside down in front of you. He's dangling from the roof overhanging the porch, his torso curled around the edge in a way that can't possibly be comfortable, but he's grinning like he couldn't be more pleased with his current position.

“Stiles!” You scold, reining in the urge to punch his shoulder and instead redirecting the motion to simply grip at his biceps when he reaches out for you. The slow motion of his swinging slows under your steady hold, “Are you insane? You're banned from climbing on the roof! We- We have talked about this-”

“Neh, eh, eh,” He interrupts with a goofy grin, “The rule was that I can't climb on Scott's roof-”

While you don't remember the specifics, you have no doubt that your boyfriend would have been clever enough to worm some sort of loophole into his previous promise. Your nose scrunches up in annoyance while your heart continues thumping wildly in your chest, both from the scare and from the panic pooling in your gut as you watch your boyfriend shuffle and slip another inch or so over the edge of the roof.

“Sti, babe, please,” You whine anxiously, fingers digging into his arms a little meanly, “Stop moving around, alright? You're going to fall!”

“I'm not gonna fall,” Stiles rolls his eyes and he reaches a hand out to brush against your cheek, his pinky brushing the apple your cheek as his thumb presses lightly into your jaw, “Come on, don't you wanna know why I'm up here?”

You sigh softly, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips while you release him with just one hand so that you can run your fingers through his floppy hair where it hangs loosely beneath his head. Your hand scrapes lightly though the soft strands, your cheek pushing imperceptibly into the warmth of his palm.

“Why are you on the roof, Sti?” You ask begrudgingly.

“Spiderman.”

“Spiderman?” You repeat slowly.

“Spiderman!” Stiles grins, “You know, the first one. The Raimi one-”

“Like.. Andrew Garfield?” You clarify with furrowed brows.

“What?” Stiles scoffs, “No! Toby Maguire! Baby, we watched them together-”

He looks appalled, mouth gaping just slightly in incredulity.

“Well, we watched the Andrew Garfield ones together too-” You defend with a small laugh, amusement filling your chest at just how worked up he seems to be getting by your mistake.

“The first one!” Stiles repeats in a huff, “Because that's the one where it's raining and he saves MJ and he's hanging upside-down in the alley and she pulls his mask down to kiss him as a thank you-”

“Ooh, a wet, New York City alleyway,” You tease, “How romantic.”

Stiles groans woefully, “This was supposed to be romantic. You are totally ruining this for me, right now, you know-”

His words do make you feel a little bad. He'd clearly put some thought into the idea. He'd climbed all the way up onto the roof of your porch, though you're still not quite sure how — there's no ladder in sight.

You plaster a sweet smile on your lips, slipping your feet up onto the rung at the bottom of the railing to boost you up another few inches, until your nose is level with Stiles' chin.

“I'm sorry, Stiles,” You murmur softly, chin tipping toward your chest so you can look into his eyes, “You wanted a big, superhero movie kiss?”

His adam's apple bobs when he swallows, his body reacting naturally to the familiar teasing lilt in your voice, “Uh huh.” He nods.

“Well gee,” You sigh wistfully as you drag a finger up the side of his cheek in a slow trail toward his mole-speckled neck, “You are awfully brave for climbing up there. And you did do it with the intention of wooing me..” Your teeth pull lightly at your lower lip and his eyes track the movement, “Maybe I could show you just how brave and sweet I think you are. Maybe.. I could show you how grateful I am, that you were willing to risk getting hurt for me.”

Stiles is nodding along, eyes wide with anticipation and cheeks flushed dark from a combination of your words and the blood rushing to his head in his current position, “Yeah.” He rasps weakly.

Your fingers curl around the back of his neck, your lips catching against his in just a light brush of skin, teasing. His lips part beneath your own and your warm breath mingles in the narrow space, the scent of spearmint overtaking your senses for a moment.

The hand on your cheek drags you closer in a gentle nudge as he grows impatient, and your mouths meet in a slightly awkward press of lips. Something about the new angle with such a familiar action scratches at the back of your brain, and you tilt your head just slightly when your mouths separate and rejoin only a second later.

Stiles presses his thumb softly into the hinge of your jaw in a silent request for you to open your mouth, his tongue catching on your lower lip before pressing inside and meeting your own.

Your tangle your fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. Another wet peck to his lips has him shuffling forward to chase your mouth the moment you ease back, and he seems to slip just a little further over the edge of the roof.

“Careful.” You warn softly.

“'m always careful.” Stiles whispers, his upturned nose pushing into your jaw as he kisses you again.

You lean back after allowing him another moment of indulgence. Stiles seems to follow the movement again, pitching forward as you go back like you're two magnets, but this time around he slips just a bit too far to allow for recovery. You can only watch on with wide eyes while he comes tumbling down from the roof and crashes into the bushes below with a small scream.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, leaning over the railing to watch your boyfriend roll into the grass with a groan, “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Stiles manages weakly, voice hoarse.

“You sure about that, Spiderman?” You tease hopefully as you watch him drag himself to his feet, brushing himself off to free the small bits of branches and leaves and dirt that are now clinging to his clothes.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighs, “Yeah, 'm good.”

“Good,” You grin, beckoning him closer when he finishes ridding himself of yard debris and meets your eye, “You should get yourself a mask though. I hear masked superheroes tend get more than just kisses and I have to admit, I think it's kinda hot-”

“Noted,” Stiles agrees with wide eyes, tripping over his own feet and the porch stairs as he rushes toward you, “Fucking- Shit, I am so on it.”

[madzlang]

what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊

contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋

nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️

Keep Going…

(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it

“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.

“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.

“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.

Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”

“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“

“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.

“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.

“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.

“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.

“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.

He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.

Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.

“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.

“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.

“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.

“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.

“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.

“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”

She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.

His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.

She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.

He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.

She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.

"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.

She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.

“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.

She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.

“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.

She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.

His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.

“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.

“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.

“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.

She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.

He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.

She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.

“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.

i never know how to end these ahh

[flightlessangelwings]

Us Against the World

Tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Word count- 4.4k

Dialogue prompt- “ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “ Action prompt- [ DISTRACT ]: sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY), action, protective!Peter, food mention (reader makes salsa), Peter lifts reader, attempted harm to reader, the villain uses gas and chemistry to attack and reader is described as being trapped in a cloud at one point, reader interacts with kids briefly, no use of y/n

Notes- This month’s Year of Protectiveness is in honor of Andrew Garfield's birthday! I can't believe we're in August already! @yearofcreation2023 But this one was alot of fun to write so I hope y'all enjoy it! And I wrote it so that it could be read in the same timeline as Just Kiss Like Real People Do so if you liked that one, here is more with that pair but of course it could be read on its own! I"ll link it in the taglist rb if you want a refersher!

@flightlessangelwings-updatesis my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs!

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The city lights illuminated the way as Peter swung through the tall buildings of New York. The air was crisp so high up, and it felt refreshing after a long night of being Spider-Man. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew it was late… well after midnight. And even though the villain he was chasing got away… again… all Peter looked forward to was coming home to you.

Peter expected you to be sound asleep in the tiny apartment, so he was surprised when the light from the widow shined like a beacon calling him back. His heart pounded in his chest and he hoped you were alright as he flipped his wrist to shoot a web towards the building and hurled himself into the window. Letting out a heavy breath, Peter ripped off the Spider-Man mask and closed the window behind him.

Just as he was about to call out your name, the sound of the blender filled the space. That combined with the intoxicating aroma of the spices and tomatoes told Peter exactly what you were doing. His stomach growled as he stepped out of the tiny bedroom and into the living space where you were occupied at the kitchen counter. 

He stood in the doorway for a moment and just watched you with a lovestruck expression on his face. Every time he saw you it was like the first time, and even dressed down in a t-shirt and shorts, you looked stunning to him. You were too consumed with putting the last touches on your salsa that you didn’t hear him come in. But, Peter enjoyed the view for the time being and his heart skipped a beat in his chest with the overwhelming emotions he felt towards you.

But, when you let out a startled yelp, Peter quickly jumped into action. 

You had turned around and were surprised when you saw him standing there. So surprised that you almost dropped the blender that held the salsa you had worked so hard on. But Peter was quick, and in a flash he jumped across the room and caught it before it hit the floor and splattered everywhere.

“Peter!” you exclaimed, “You scared the shit out of me! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” he mumbled sheepishly as he set the blender on the counter, licking a drop that splashed onto his fingers after, “Wouldn’t want to waste any of your famous salsa,” he laughed softly, “But why are you up? It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged as you eyed him up and down. Ever since you found out that Peter Parker, your best friend, the person you had been in love with for years, was Spider-Man, it never got old seeing him in the suit. His long, toned arms, muscular body and especially the messy hair took your breath away every time.

“Everything alright?” Peter asked, concern lining his tone as he peeled the top half of the suit off and stepped closer towards you. 

“Fine,” you fidgeted as you felt your skin heat up under his gaze as your eyes dropped down to the floor, “Just thought you’d be hungry when you got back…” your voice sounded distant.

Peter looked at you with a softness and adoration in his eyes as he reached out and cupped your face, gently pulling you to look at him, “You know I know when you’re lying to me, right?” his voice was soft as his thumb brushed your cheek.

You let out a shaky breath as his eyes locked with yours, “I…” you trembled in under his hand, “I was worried…” you admitted.

“Baby,” Peter rested his free hand on your waist, holding you in his special way, “I’m fine, honestly. You know nothing would ever keep me from coming back to you, right?” he exhaled deeply, “I promise,” he took a breath, “You and me, remember?”

Tears filled the corners of your eyes at the sincerity in his voice and the confident look in his face. You knew he had been Spider-Man for a long time now, he had his powers and he knew what he was doing. Yet, you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved Peter, and sometimes you couldn’t help but worry as your mind went to the worst possible scenario. 

“I know,” you breathed. You opened your mouth to say more, but the words were caught in your throat as Peter reeled forward and kissed you deeply. Somehow, you were sure he knew what you were going to say, how much you worried for him. He said it in his kiss. 

“Sweetheart,” Peter mumbled between kisses as he backed you up against the counter, “As much as I love your salsa…” his voice dropped and his eyes darkened, “There’s something else I want right now…”

“Peter!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his insinuation, but you also felt a pulse of need through your body. You clung to his shoulders as your mind swam and your body warmed.

He let out a soft chuckle as his hands roamed up and down your sides, savoring the feeling of you under his touch. As much as it was a comfort to you to feel Peter’s hands on you, to feel his touch, it was just as much a comfort for him to know you were here and safe. Peter’s cock twitched as his hands dipped under the waistband of your shorts and in a flash he yanked them off of you, causing you to yelp in surprise.

But, before you could react to your shorts and underwear suddenly on the floor, you found yourself hoisted up onto the kitchen counter. Giggles erupted between you as Peter nestled himself between your legs… your bare legs. A low groan unlike anything you ever heard rumbled from deep in Peter’s throat as his eyes landed between your legs.

“Fuck…” he breathed heavily in a tone that made you shiver.

“Pete,” you sighed as you watched him drop down to his knees.

Immediately, you buried your hands in his hair as his hands ghosted along your inner thighs. Peter mumbled your name in a praise before he licked his lips and dove into you, causing you to scream loudly.

You saw stars as Peter worked you with his tongue, licking and slurping every sensitive spot with precision. You could tell even in your blissed out state that he was too desperate to tease you and take it slow tonight. Tonight was all about need; it was the need for both of you to know the other was here.

Tugging at his hair, you felt like your body was on fire from the way he worked you with his talented mouth. Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure up your spine, and you were sure you weren’t going to last much longer. You arched your back as parted your legs more to give Peter more access to your body, an invitation that he immediately accepted. 

��Shit… Pete…” you moaned as you felt your body tingle.

Peter grabbed your inner thighs and squeezed hard as he intensified his motions, determined to push you over the edge in bliss. And from the way you screamed his name, he knew you were close.

It only took a few more licks of his tongue, a few more nibbles of his lips, one last nuzzle of his head before you came hard. Your head slammed against the cabinet as you screamed, your legs trembling under his strong grip as you gushed into his mouth. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as bursts of color clouded your vision.

As Peter coaxed you down from you high, you felt his movements slow before he reluctantly broke away from you. A trail of spit connected the two of you until he moved far enough for it to break, but in the corner of his mouth remained a shiny dribble of your release. Peter watched until you opened your eyes to lick it clean with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Delicious,” he chuckled as he rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around you, “But I’m not done with you yet,” he tone dropped as he easily picked you up and spun you around.

“Pete!” you yelped as you wrapped your arms and legs around his strong body. No matter how many times he lifted you up, you never quite got used to his super strength, and it caught you off guard in the most wonderful way every time.

He quickly made his way across the small apartment and gently lowered you down onto the bed, handing you with tender care as he did so. Peter stood for a moment and admired the sight of you, spread out on the bed, naked from the waist down and a look of pure bliss on your face. Hastily, he ripped off his Spider-Man suit so he was bare for you, and the way you eyed him hungrily made his cock stiffen even more.

“Like the view, sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“Very much,” you purred as you bit your lip and extended your arms for him. You loved when he got like this.

“I do too,” his tone matched yours as he hovered over you, “But,” Peter grabbed your shirt, “You’re overdressed.”

You burst into laughter at his antics and allowed him to take off your shirt, the only barrier between your bodies. The two of you let out matching gasps at the sight of the other, as if it was the first time all over again. At times, it felt like that for both of you. The wonder, the passion, the desire never got old so matter how many times you slept together.

“I love you,” Peter broke the silence with a breathless voice as he cupped your face.

“I love you too,” you replied in a dreamy tone as you mirrored his action.

In a flash, Peter closed the gap between your bodies with a heated and desperate kiss. He swallowed the moan you let out as you parted your lips for him once more. The taste of yourself on Peter’s tongue was just as intoxicating for you as it was for him, and you bucked your hips against his hardened cock in a wordless plea.

Without breaking away, Peter muffled a moan as he positioned himself between your legs once more, this time with his cock poking at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you, past the first ring of muscle and into your warmth to connect your bodies together.

The moan you let out made you break away from the kiss, and your cry of pleasure echoed in the tiny room as Peter entered you inch by slow inch. You heard Peter’s own moans as he felt you engulf him, and he rested his forehead against yours as he slowly bottomed out inside of you.

Together, the two of you laid with Peter on top of you. Heavy breaths filled the room as you stayed with your sweaty foreheads pressed together. You wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his shoulders, clinging to him desperately.

“Move,” you pleaded softly.

He groaned your name and compiled without another word. He started slowly at first, rocking in and out of you, savoring the moans and groans you let out every time he was fully sheathed inside you. It wasn’t until you let out a higher pitched cry that Peter picked up his pace; he found what he was looking for.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Peter moaned, “Shit…”

The bed creaked as Peter thrust in and out of you faster and faster. As much as he wanted to keep his eyes open, to watch every expression you made when he was inside you, he couldn’t. He knew he would cum too fast if he watched the way your mouth hung open and your body bounced with his every move.

But luckily for him, you also weren’t far behind.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you dug your nails into Peter’s skin, “I’m gonna cum… Peter…”

“Me too baby,” Peter grunted, “Fuck…”

Peter’s thrusts became fast and erratic as he chased his climax as well as your own. He pounded into you with fervor as you screamed and your second climax hit suddenly. Your inner muscles clenched around him as you squeezed him inside and out. That and your beautiful screams were just the final push Peter needed for his own orgasm, and with a loud moan of your name, he came deep inside you. But, he kept going, wanting to savor every second of your shared climaxes together until he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. 

Peter let out a deep exhale as he collapsed down on top of you. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as close as you could. Neither of you wanted to move, content to stay in the other’s embrace, safe and loved. For several long moments, no one spoke, and just the sound of slow, deep breaths filled the room as you felt the other’s heart pound against your bodies.

It was Peter who broke the silence first with your name in a low voice.

“Hmm?” you hummed as you ran your hand through his hair.

“You know I’ll always come back to you, right?” Peter said as he propped himself up on his elbows to look into your eyes.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “I know,” you cupped his face the same way he did yours earlier, “I trust you… I just worry sometimes,” you admitted.

“I do too,” Peter breathed, “But I’ll always keep you safe, sweetheart.”

The truth was Peter always worried about you too. He was scared that someday someone would find out his superhero alter and use you against him. He was scared that one day you would get hurt because of him. He was scared that one day he might not get back to you in time… But, as much as you trusted him, Peter had to trust you too. Having no one else, it was just the two of you against the world.

“I’m gonna go shower then we can sleep in tomorrow,” Peter broke himself from his thoughts, “How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you purred as you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, “A day at home together sounds like just what we both need. But remember, the day after is that science museum day I wanted to go to.”

Peter let out a soft laugh as he tapped your face playfully, “I wouldn’t miss it, baby.”

*

“Looks like we came on a school field trip day,” you commented as you and Peter walked hand in hand into the science museum.

Children filled the space and chattered excitedly among themselves. The two of you followed close behind the class as you lost yourself in the exhibits. At one point, you broke away from Peter so you could play with one of the hands-on displays, and he couldn’t help but chuckle brightly at you as you were just as excited as the kids were.

As Peter watched you, a thought popped into his head: he was ready to marry you. He had never been more in love with you than he was at that moment as you laughed in fascination at the exhibit. He wanted to marry you for some time, but as he stared stupidly at you, Peter knew it was time for him to pop the question.

“Hey Pete…?” your voice broke him from his thoughts.

Peter suddenly found himself face to face with you, and he must have zoned out for a moment because you looked concerned, “Yeah?” he asked as he cleared his throat and tried not to look conspicuous. 

“Everything ok?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side a bit.

Peter just smiled back at you; you had no idea what he had in store for you, “Perfect,” he slid his hand in yours again, “Shall we check out that chemistry demonstration?” his tone was light, “You look like you’re having more fun than the kids are,” Peter joked.

“Shut up,” you giggled as you playfully nudged him.

Peter imagined that your hand would feel like with a ring on your finger as he fiddled with your knuckles. Yes, it was time, and everything was perfect. But, just as it felt like nothing could bring down his mood, a chill ran up Peter’s spine and he was suddenly filled with a sense of dread the moment the two of you crossed the threshold into the other room where the chemistry table was set up.

He stopped dead in his tracks as his heart sank and the hairs on his neck and arms stood up. The man behind the table was instantly recognizable to him; he was the one that kept slipping out of his grasp. And the feeling of dread was only made worse when the chemist looked up from his table and made direct eye contact with him.

It was like he knew.

“Peter?” you sounded even more worried than before as you tugged his arm.

Without a word, Peter dragged you out of the room and down the hallway towards the bathrooms. His heart pounded in his chest as his first thought was of keeping you safe and getting you out of harm’s way.

“Peter?!” you repeated more forcefully, “What’s going on?”

“Listen to me,” Peter grabbed your shoulders and spun you to look him in the eyes, “That guy… He’s…” he let out an exasperated sigh, “He’s the guy I haven’t been able to catch,” he finished in a hushed tone.

You gasped as your eyes went wide.

“I think he knows who I am too. Something just feels off,” Peter sounded more scared than you’d ever heard him before, “But I want you to get out of here, I’m going to stop him here and now.”

“What about those kids?” you asked as your breath came out fast and ragged, “We have to get everyone else out too,” you inhaled deeply, “Let me help you, Pete.”

His lips tightened as he paused for a moment before he spoke with a heavy exhale, “I’m going to create a distraction, and you help them out,” Peter’s grip on your shoulders tightend, “But you promise me you’ll get yourself out of here.”

You nodded, swallowing your fear, “What kind of distraction were you thinking?”

At the same time, both your heads turned and both your eyes landed on the fire alarm that stood out on the wall. You looked back at Peter and he nodded at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“I love you.” Peter’s words sounded more like an assurance than a confession.

You knew what he meant too: Stay safe.

In a flash, Peter pulled the fire alarm before he rushed around the corner to rip his shirt off, revealing the spider suit underneath. At the same time, you ran towards the children, who you headed screaming and panicking before you even reached the room.

“Quickly!” you shouted, “Outside! Now!”

The kids scrambled as they rushed towards the door and you ushered them out. But, as you did that, a movement from the front of the room caught your attention.

The chemist dissolved into a fit of rage, and you heard his angry mumbles to himself even over the fire alarm. Smoke billowed out from either side of him as he mixed his viles together and for a brief moment, he looked up and caught your gaze.

Everything felt like it froze as you locked eyes with him, and suddenly you knew what Peter felt. It felt like this man looked into your soul and read your deepest secrets. Your blood ran cold and fear pulsed through your veins as he suddenly launched himself at you.

You yelped and covered your head, anticipating an impact, but it never came. Looking up, you saw Spider-Man clinging to the ceiling, a shot of web tangling with the chemist and stopping him in his tracks.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Spider-Man quipped as he flung another web shot at him and flipped over to stand in front of you.

“Spider-Man…” the chemist growled as he threw a bottle towards him.

Peter quickly covered you, protecting you from the impact as well as the few kids who still hadn’t gotten out. 

“Spider-Man!” They cheered together as they kept for joy- and relief- at seeing their favorite hero.

“Get out of here kids!” Peter instructed before he glanced at you for a moment. The two of you nodded subtly before he turned back to the chemist and launched himself at him.

“Come on,” you breathed, “Hurry!”

You pushed the rest of the kids out of the room, but before you yourself exited, you couldn’t help but look back. Deep down, you knew Peter put himself in danger as Spider-Man, but to actually see him fight in person, and so close, was something else. You felt fear, but not for yourself. Watching him take and deliver hit after hit honestly scared you. 

But you suddenly had something else to worry about.

“You!” The chemist roared as he gathered his concoctions.

“No!” Peter sounded more scared than you had ever heard him before.

Clearly, it was obvious to the chemist how important you were to Spider-Man, to Peter, and he took advantage of the opportunity. Before either of you could react, he threw something at you, and you found yourself surrounded by a blinding gas. 

You gasped as you covered your mouth and dropped to the floor. Faintly, you heard the grunts of Peter fighting him still, but you couldn’t see anything. You were sure if it was from the gas or just from the adrenaline but you felt more and more dizzy the longer you stayed in the fog.

I’m another flash, you heard an explosion and the building shook. You struggled to keep from falling completely flat on the floor and you scrambled to stay on your hands and knees, ready for anything. 

You heard your name in Peter’s voice before you saw his silhouette appear in the fog. You tried to call out his name, but your voice croaked. Reaching out for him your hand trembled until it finally made contact with his.

“I’m here,” Peter murmured to you as he yanked you close, “Cover your mouth and hang on,” his voice trembled, “I’m getting you out of here.”

All you could do was nod as you felt yourself lifted into his arms with his super strength. You covered your mouth as you clung to him with your other arm. A gust of air hit your face as you found yourself flung through the air as Peter flipped and flung your bodies out of the museum. Faintly, you both heard the kids cheering for Spider-Man and shouting excitedly. Usually, Peter would have stopped for them, but right now his first priority was you and your safety.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you felt the air get fresher and fresher as he fwiped through the buildings and landed you both in an empty skyscraper far away from everyone.

The moment he sat you down, Peter ripped off his mask and looked you over, cupping your face as he did so. “Look at me,” he sounded breathless, “Are you hurt?”

You immediately saw the look of pure fear on his face, and it made your heart sink. You were sure you looked a mess, and you felt sore but you didn’t feel hurt. “I’m ok,” you whispered. 

Peter exhaled your name in relief as he gathered you in his arms. “You’re ok, sweetheart,” he cupped the back of your head as he held you as close and as tight as he could, “You’re ok…”

You weren’t sure if his words were for you or for himself. Perhaps both.

“I’m ok Pete,” you whispered softly in his ear as you clung to him, feeling safe in his arms. All the fear and adrenaline slowly faded away and you felt calm and safe the longer he held you. With one deep exhale, you felt better and you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes while still remaining secure in his arms, “Did you really have to wait and pull a dramatic rescue like that?” you smirked softly.

Peter rolled his eyes at you, but at the same time he was relieved to hear you say that; it meant you were back to normal with your wits about you, “Sweetheart…” he breathed. The truth was he had never been more scared, especially with the explosion. He opened his mouth to voice that, but the words were caught in his throat. Peter grimaced at the thought of losing you and a tear formed in the corner of his eye.

Sensing the change in tone, you tried to distract him, “Hey Pete?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“What happened… To…?”

His grip on you tightened, “I think the mixtures he was using affected his mind… Made him so angry… He…Umm,” Peter trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud and upset you.

“Oh,” you whispered, unsure of what to say next. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for several moments as the breeze hit your faces. “Well, thank you,” you broke the silence, “For saving me.”

That brought a smile to Peter’s face. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, expressing all his emotions in the kiss instead of with his words, “You never have to thank me, honey,” he murmured against your lips as he placed a chaste kiss, “I’ll always protect you.”

You grinned against his cheek as your eyes fluttered closed, “And I’ll always take care of you too,” you hummed, “We made a good team back there though, didn’t we?”

“We did,” Peter chuffed, “You and me…”

“Against the world,” you finished the thought.

Silence fell over the two of you again, but before either of you could say anything, a growl from your stomach interrupted. You looked at Peter and both of you burst into laughter.

“I guess all that excitement made me hungry,” you chuckled.

“How about we get out of here then?” Peter said with a smirk, “I know a place that’s got the best salsa. We’ll pick up some tacos or something on the way too.”

You smiled brightly at him, “Sounds perfect…” you poked his chest, “Spider-Man.”

Peter felt his heart flutter in his chest. Oh yes, he definitely was going to find you the best ring he could and he was going to ask you to marry him as soon as possible. 

[tomjamesavery]

Some Harry Potter Characters I made with AI based on the description and prompt from @breaniebree for her story ASC

They are far from perfect, some better, some worse, but it was a try lol

The first two are Remus Lupin with the prompt:

"A 35 year old nice looking man called Remus lupin looking like Andrew Garfield with scars and a bit of stubble, whiskey coloured eyes and light brown short hair in a brown vintage suit looking like a professor

Then then the third and fourth are Sirius Black with the prompt:

"A 35 year old cool looking man called Sirius Black looking like Joe Manganiello with dark stubble, grey eyes and perfect long black hair pulled back in a tank top"

With those two I am not too satisfied.

Then then the fifth and sixth are Nymphadora Lupin Tonks with the prompt:

"A 25 year old cool looking woman called Nymphadora Tonks looking like Keira Knightley with grey eyes and short pink hair"

Also not too sure about those

Then then the seventh and eighth are Ron Weasley with the prompt:

"A 20 year old happy looking man called Ron Weasley looking like Matt Milne with blue eyes and short orange-red hair in red jumper"

I also tried Abraxas Malfoy (Lucius' father) with the prompt:

"A 50 year old evil man looking like Sebastian Roché called Malfoy with a sharp pointed face with a perfectly coiffed short beard and long silver hair pulled back in dark robes, dark gloomy,"

I also tried Bill Weasley but those I am not really too fond of as well:

"A 25 year old man called Bill Weasley looking like Johnny Harrington with a beard, blue eyes and long orange-red hair pulled back"

And just for fun I made Tom Riddle as well, one young and one old before his first demise:

Young: "A 25 year old evil man called Tom Riddle with a sharp pointed face and short dark hair, dark eyes, dark robes, dark, gloomy"

Old: "A 60 year old evil man called Tom Riddle with a sharp pointed sunken face and with short salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, dark robes, dark, gloomy"

All Credit for the Character Info goes to @breaniebree

Check out her stories ASC and TFTA where these Characters are in:

ASC: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12924292/1/A-Second-Chance

TFTA: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14061727/1/The-First-Time-Around

[dailyreverie]

My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

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A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away. 

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him. 

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.” 

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other. 

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

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helloooo there! you can call me jaiden ! i am in my late teens! i write for predominantly 80s and 90s movies and television! i have been writing for four years, since 2019. I also write for modern tv shows and movies, so you can request most stuff and if I haven't seen it or watched it, I'm always open to watching things!

1980 movies I write for! :

The Breakfast Club [circa. 1985]

Karate Kid (1-2-3) [circa. 1984-86-89]

The Outsiders [circa. 1983]

Top Gun [circa. 1986]

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modern movies I write for!

The Spiderman Movie Franchise [circa. 2002 - 2023]

Top Gun : Maverick [circa. 2022]

jake seresin :

( You Made A Rebel Of A Careless Man's Careful Daughter Jake Seresin ) A small imagine about Daddy Mitchell not loving his daughter dating Hangman.

bradley bradshaw :

as of right now i do have not many ideas for modern movie / tv shows, I am entirely comfortable with requesting certain things you might want!

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modern tv shows !

criminal minds [ crica. 2005-2020 ]

spencer reid : ( Ladies And Gentlemen, Will You Please Stand? With Every Guitar String Scar On My Hand Take This Magnetic Force Of A Man To Be My Lover )

aaron hotchner : ( I Could See You In Your Suit And Your Necktie – Pass Me A Note Saying, "Meet me tonight" )

MASTER LIST [ CIRCA. JUNE 21 ‘23 ]

SPIDERMAN FRANCHISE :: 🕸️ ::

miguel o’ hara | spiderman 2099 :

( Daddy's Smart and You're the Prettiest Lady in the World ) A small imagine about Miguel O’Hara and your baby girl Mila and your home morning life.

( Only Bought This Dress (So You Could Take It Off) ) Imagine a dress you bought just for Miguel.

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hobie brown | spiderpunk :

( But I can see us lost in the memory ) A imagine about Hobie losing you after a freak accident across spider verses. Until he finds you again.

miles morales | miles morales :

( Stop, You're Losing me ) A short imagine about losing everything you had with Miles.

peter parker | spiderman :

tobey maguire

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andrew garfield

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tom holland

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1980 movie masterlist

The Breakfast Club :: 🍳 ::

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The Karate Kid :: 🥋 ::

Daniel Larusso :

( Hopelessly Devoted (To You) ) A small imagine of you patching Daniel after a fight.

( And You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town ) A small imagine about: you, Daniel, and under some bleachers after practice.

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The Outsiders :: 📞 ::

johnny cade :

( You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Now I'm Bleeding) ) A small imagine about Johnny caring for your wounds and it turns out to be a confession of feelings.

dallas winston :

( You got that Long Hair, Slicked Back, White T-Shirt ) A small imagine about making out with your boyfriend, Dallas Winston.

headcannons :

( I'm Standing There On A Balcony In Summer Air ) A list of headcannons for the outsiders boys

modern tv shows master list

The Walking Dead :: 🧟‍♀️ ::

rick grimes :

( We Might Just Get Away With It The Altar Is My Hips ) Smut with Rick Grimes.

daryl dixon :

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glenn rhee :

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carl grimes :

one rule about [ carl ] is you can only request fluff or platonic writing.

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https://evanschristopher.tumblr.com/post/680000964560830464/andrew-garfield-inside-andrew-garfields-oscars

I’ve seen this photoshoot a million times but now I’m thinking of mob peter getting ready for a meeting or sumn but instead of entering like a normal person he makes a beeline for you and drags you to the closest empty space

Oh......I like this a lot. 18+ Mob!Peter, daddy kink bc I can't help myself (I tried y'all, I really did), breeding kink if you squint. Also I apologize this is just pure filth

You surveyed the party, impressed by your own hosting skills.

It was simple. You hosted the guests while Peter met with his men in private for a meeting. No one suspects a thing.

The only downside was that you hadn't seen your husband since before the party started. He had several "colleagues" arrive early and you had to ensure the catering and centerpieces were in order, drop Sophie off at May's, as well as get ready.

It really was a shame. You were excited to see his reaction to your new dress.

In private.

Your attention turned to the entrance of the living room, which was suddenly filled with several voices- one of which, you recognized immediately.

It was stupid how attractive he was. How after years of being together, he still took your breath away.

His eyes found yours across the room.

As he walked over to you, they quickly trailed down your body, taking in how the green velvet fabric draped itself around your curves. How the V-shaped neckline accentuated your breasts. How there was a slit in your dress that exposed part of your thigh.

It was then you realized how fast he was walking to you. How he was ignoring the hello's guests were saying to him.

"Hi," was all you could get out before his lips crashed onto your's, his hands firmly on your hips.

For how short the kiss was (by Peter's standards), it still left you breathless.

Ironic, considering your reaction when you learned you were to marry him all those years ago.

"Need to talk to ya. Alone," He whispered in your ear, his grip on your hip tightening.

"Lead the way, Tiger," You smiled as you walked with Peter, his arm never leaving your body. He was practically dragging you away from the party. Not that you were complaining.

You found yourself in a nearby room, the door locked and your back pushed against the wall.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" You asked, digging your fingers into Peter's shoulders as his mouth latched onto your neck.

"Just how much I missed you," He muttered, his tongue soothing the marks his teeth had left.

"Hmmm, is that all?" Your hands reached up to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck.

A shudder escaped your lips when you felt a hand grab one of your breasts.

"And that this dress looks fucking amazing on you. It come in any other colors?"

"Y-yes. Red and black." He gave your breasts another squeeze before traveling down to your thighs.

"I'll order those tomorrow. But for now, let's see if you've been a good girl." Peter sank down to his knees, his hands grabbing the hem of your dress.

"A-always a good girl for ya," You mumbled, your legs shaking as he pushed the fabric up to your hips, exposing your bare core.

Peter let out a hum of approval, his fingers tracing along your slit, "You're right. Always so good to me. Should reward ya."

A strangled moan escaped your lips as Peter dove in between your thighs, his tongue greedily lapping at your slicked folds.

Your fingers tugged on his hair as a desperate attempt to station yourself. The moan he let out against your cunt sent vibrations all the way up your spine.

"P-Peter," You whined, rocking your hips forward. He stroked your thigh in an attempt to soothe you.

"I know baby, you've been waitin' all day. Daddy just needs to get ya ready, okay?"

Before you could respond, two long fingers thrusted inside you. Fuck, you could feel his rings against your entrance.

One of your legs slung over a shoulder of Peter's, providing him better access.

Maybe you shouldn't be moaning so loud. Maybe he shouldn't be fingering you while the guests of your own party were out in the living room.

Your head would definitely be clearer if Peter wasn't angling his fingers so that they hit that sweet spot every time they thrusted against your walls.

"Peter," You whined, feeling your walls tightening.

"That's it baby. Come on my fingers. Get that pussy nice and wet for Daddy's cock."

You groaned at his words. Before meeting him, you didn't think it was possible for fingers to feel this good. His were nothing like your own. They were long, thick, nimble, and somehow always found that spot that pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

You clawed at his shoulders as his tongue began tracing circles around your clit. Luckily he was wearing a jacket, so you didn't have to worry about causing a rip in his shirt.

Not that Peter minds.

The sound that came out of your mouth as you came undone was gutteral. Your hands tightened their grip in his hair, desperate to keep his mouth on your cunt as you rode out your high on his fingers.

You slumped forward, your head resting against his chest. Peter chuckled as your hands reached towards his pants, quickly unbuttoning and pushing them down.

"Want you s'bad, Daddy," You whined. Your eyes widened at the sight of Peter using his fingers, covered in your slick, to stroke his cock.

"Lemme, lemme get on my knees," You panted. You were desperate for him, desperate to feel him again. There was an ache where his fingers once were.

He shook his head, his other hand wrapping your legs around his waist, "I don't think we need that. Though I wouldn't be opposed to later-"

"Peter." If someone had asked you five years ago, you would have told them the only time you'd whine for Peter Benjamin Parker would be when hell freezes over.

Funny how things change.

"Don't worry, Daddy's got you," He cooed in your ear. You buried your head into his neck, hoping it could down out your moans as his cock breached your entrance.

He pulled back, thrusting more of his cock into you. God, the stretch was something you'd never get used to.

Again, you weren't complaining.

Thought you were not okay with the fact that you still didn't have his whole cock inside of you.

You rocked your hips forward, desperate, "W-want it. Want it all. Please. Want ya s'bad."

"Fuck baby," Peter groaned, tugging your hair so that you looked up.

He crashed his lips onto yours as he slammed into you, bottoming out. You screamed into his mouth, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

You felt like an animal. Fuck having shame. Who had time for shame when he felt so good, deep inside of you, hitting places you didn't even know existed before you two met.

The noises coming out of your mouth refused to stop. You couldn't even tell if he was moving his hips anymore. All you could focus on was continuing the pleasurable high that was rolling through your body.

It wasn't until you stopped that you had realized how tightly your walls were clenching around his cock. Shit, did you just come?

Peter's hands moved from your hips to the back of your thighs, pressing you firmly against the wall as he slammed into you.

"F-fuck, oh baby. Y-you've been waitin' all day, haven't ya?" He cooed.

You admitted to it without any hesitation. That you had been thinking of him all day. About his fingers. About his reaction to your new dress. About his mouth on your cunt. About him pinning you up against a wall and having his way with you.

You were desperate. And you knew, despite his exterior, he was just as desperate, if not more, for you as well.

So you begged him to keep going, to not stop no matter what.

"Anything for you baby," He cooed in your ear. You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips back towards yours. It was messy and chances were high that your lipstick was smeared, not that you cared.

Which was why you shook your head when his hips stilled upon hearing a knock at the door.

"Do not stop," You mouthed. With a couple more thrusts and groans, whoever was standing on the other side of the door would figure it out pretty quickly.

"Not so fucking innocent anymore are ya?" Peter growled as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you.

"Fuck!" You didn't mean to yell, but hey, it would get the message across that you and Peter were busy, right?

"Uh, boss? Mr. Lee is lookin' for ya."

"Tell 'em I'm busy!" Peter grunted, chasing his own high now. A hand trailed down your chest, down the curve of your stomach until it reached your throbbing clit.

Another moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers draw circles on your bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip, which he absolutely saw.

"None of that," He ordered in your ear, "Want them to hear how good I fuck ya."

"Uh, he says it's really important!" Jason's voice rang from the other side.

Peter muttered something about Miles needing to get back from his vacation, "Tell 'em I'm tryin'a fuck a baby into my wife!"

You clenched at his words, the wave building up inside of you. It wouldn't be long now, which was probably a good thing considering your legs were absolutely jello at this point.

"Ya like that?" He grunted, thrusting harder. You nodded weakly, causing Peter to smirk.

"So fucked out, ya can't even speak. You just want my cum, don't ya?" You nodded your head again.

"W-want it s'bad. Want ya t'fill me up," You moaned.

"Then give me one more, okay baby? Give Daddy one more and I'll fill ya up real good, promise." His fingers quicken their pace against your clit. You weren't sure when Jason left, nor did you care.

You shuddered as he hit that sacred spot again, your back arching. Small moans dribbled out of your mouth as Peter continued fucking you.

"C'mon baby, come on my cock one more time," He gritted through his teeth.

Your release hit you like a wave, spreading across your body. It started at your toes and worked its way up. By the time it got to your head, you were slumped forward, only being held up thanks to Peter.

His thrusts were becoming ragged and he was unable to keep his own groans down.

"F-fill me up Daddy, feels s'good," You begged, clinging onto him.

With one last yelp, his hips stilled as he spilled himself inside of you. You moaned at the sensation. It was your favorite part and you made no attempts to hide that.

As you both came down from your highs, your actions softened from animalistic to affectionate. Peter pressed his lips against your temple, whispering words of thanks and praise.

"Did s'good for me. Let's get ya cleaned up, okay?" You nodded your head, thankful he chose a room that contained a bathroom this time.

"Hey, come here," You lifted your head up from Peter's neck, receiving a chaste kiss on your lips. You smiled at the display of affection, returning the kiss.

"I love you so much," You said against his lips, feeling them form into a smile.

"I love you too. Now let's get cleaned up," He said as he carried you into the bathroom.

You giggled, "We should get back to our party."

Peter wiggled his eyebrows, "I like what we did better."

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield for FLAUNT | November 20, 2017 || 📷 Eliot Lee Hazel

So pure and delightful, this smile... How this absolute gold only has 524 likes on YouTube!?

[nouies]

i was tagged by the incredible @allwaswell16 to post something from my wip. i’m working on a Louis/Andrew Garfield neighbours au for the @louisrarepairfest (to which sign ups are still open!) titled “must be love” , and i don’t even know if what i’m about to share will stay that way but i just wanted to make some progress. no beta’d.

------- “Hey!” 

Andrew distantly hears a voice calling for someone on the street as he returns to his house after putting away the waste. 

“Hey, you!” 

The voice sounds closer, and somehow more aggravated. Curiosity gets the best of him and he throws a glance over his shoulder, only to see a man marching towards him with a menacing face and stomping his feet. 

He’s never seen that man before because Andrew is sure he’d never forget a face like that. The man has bright blue eyes under perfectly arched brows, his soft looking hair is brown and short, adorned with pastel coloured hair clips. He is also wearing a white vest under short denim dungarees, perfect for the summer weather. 

The looks definitely don’t match the stern look he’s giving him, though, as the man plants himself in front of Andrew with his hands on his hips. 

“Hi, yes, hello. Would it be too much trouble if you took out the plastic bag you just threw to the waste?”

“Pardon me?” Andrew laughs because this guy can’t be serious. “Why would I do that?”

“There’s special places for it! Don’t you care about the planet? We need to start with small actions and your actions aren’t helping at the moment.”

Oh, he’s one of those people.  -----

anywayyyy, tagging some ppl who might want to share something? no pressure as always! @disgruntledkittenface, @ladyaj-13, @crinkle-eyed-boo, @thelavendrhaze, @hellolovers13, @larry-hiatus, @imogenleewriter, and anyone who wants to share some of their writing, just say i tagged you :)

[piece-of-the-pie-if]

Is there a description of RO's appearance?

I've been trying to keep them quite vague for this IF as to promote player engagement with imagination but I can give you a run down on their basic appearances and their visual inspirations! RO heights here.

Dylan──hair is somewhere between brown and black, naturally straight but cut super close/pixie. dark blue eyes and pale ivory skin, long face. inspirations include Lachlan Watson, Olly Alexander, Ian Alexander, Elliott Fletcher, Charlie Rowe and young!Andrew Garfield.

Shay──more wavy than curly sunkissed brown hair, warm chocolate brown eyes, fair skin that tans really well, defined jawline. inspirations include Charlie Plummer, Tenzing Norgay Trainor, Joshua Bassett, Marcel Ruiz, Teo Halm and Jacob Lofland.

Kinsley──naturally dark blonde hair that gets lighter after being out in the sun, icy blue eyes and tanned skin, high cheekbones. inspirations include Jeon Somi, Sabrina Carpenter, Madison Iseman and Maika Monroe.

J──Italian heritage from a few generations ago, short jet black curly hair, covered in stick and poke tattoos (and professional tattoos) dark green eyes and olive tonned skin. inspirations include Lorenzo Zurzolo, Benjamin Wadsworth, Matilda De Angelis, Emma Corrin, Emma D'Arcy, (tentative) Timothée Chalamet and Mila Jovovich.

Theo──brown skin, dark brown hair naturally coiled hair, their hair is usually in dreadlocks or braids. light brown/hazel eyes and apple cheeks. Theo is far sighted and need glasses to read. inspirations include Ashley Moore, Halle Bailey, Dua Saleh and Luka Sabbat.

[willowhaired]

Secrets - Chapter 1: A rainy day

Remus Lupin × OC

Summary: Adrienne Macmillan is a Slytherin student in Hogwarts, who gets curious about his fellow classmate's, Remus Lupin's scars. Upon finding out their meaning, what will she do with this secret and the feelings she begins to feel towards the boy?

Word count: 1,660

Keywords: Marauders-era, Remus Lupin x Slytherin girlfriend, secret relationship

Trigger warnings: scars, "hate speech"

Author's note: So, this story has been at the back of my mind for a few months and I've rewritten the first chapter about a hundred times, but finally, here it is! Please note that I took the liberty of using Andrew Garfield as a reference for young Remus, and aligned descriptions as such. Feel free to change it up in your mind if it bothers you too much. 🤍

@errruvande you asked me to tag you if i posted this, so here we go. 🤗

Adrienne Macmillan was a young witch in her third year. She was making her way through the grounds in the pouring rain, covering under her robes – it made not much difference for raindrops found their way to even her still short, dark hair. Trying to get into the Quidditch team, she cut her long wavy hair last year, in hopes that it would be easier to manage, only ending up with the contrary. In the humid weather, it became more unruly than ever.

By her side was her childhood friend, Chloe Avory, who was in many ways, her opposite: her hair was honey-blonde, and her eyes, bright blue. While Ada sported many birthmarks around her body, Chloe’s face was clear and pure. She was somewhat taller (with the years this difference in height became more and more apparent) and her whole appearance resembled a well-made statue. Her personality was not much different from her looks.

’We’ll be late for Divination!’ she exclaimed after blinking up at the tower clock.

Chloe wasn’t fully pureblood, however, it was a topic she never discussed and always denied. It was her father’s mother: a witch, but of muggle parents. Her family considered it such a disgrace that they never even visited her father’s parents and rather lied that they passed away. This, of course, was known and a topic of gossip among Ada’s mother and her friends.

Adrienn, on the other hand, was from a family of the sacred twenty-seven, no less. This granted them invitation to all of the lavish parties that Walburga Black hosted. Her mother, Michelle, always made sure to strike up a conversation with the lady of the house, dragging her young daughter along.

'It is truly a disgrace,' said Walburga, with her monotone voice, yet it wavered often with anger. She sipped from her wine. 'The mudbloods are overtaking everything. There are barely any decent wizards working at the Ministry nowadays.'

'Next, they will let werewolves to work there. Can you believe they are considered wizards? They are monsters!' Michelle doubled down, gesturing with her glass as she usually did.

'We are living strange times,' the other woman agreed and a grimace twisted her face.

'All the more important to keep the bloodline pure,' Ada's mother said. She glanced at her daughter and Walburga took a good long look at her. This was the moment Adrienne realised that she was there for show. All those times she tried to talk or add her own remark (which was merely an echo of the two women's opinions), she was dismissed. She didn't have to speak: all she had to do was to stand there so Walburga Black would notice she existed.

'Why, can you believe Sirius and my Adrienne are the same age?'

When she got to Hogwarts, she was, of course, sorted into Slytherin. She wrote an excited and proud letter to her parents, only for them to ignore her. She could not please them, however she bent her personality to match theirs.

But the biggest blow to her confidence came when they got their first tests out.

'Here are your graded papers. Might I point out that you are here to learn. Some of you,' McGonagall pressed. 'Should put more effort in.'

Ada was leaning back in her seat lazily. She almost didn't look at her test when the professor handed it to her, only her grade glared at her in red ink. She made an audible gasp.

'Professor, there must be a mistake.'

'There's no mistake, Miss Macmillan. I suggest you study harder for the next exam,' McGonagall said sternly.

Ada wished she could be swallowed by the earth. Being a pureblood did not inherently make her better than others – a thing she never considered possible. Her face was burning while her body felt like her blood turned to ice in her veins. The green of her tie seemed to turn into a great blob of murky water that would slowly swallow her.

'Miss Evans, this was a pleasure to grade. Wonderful work!'

Adrienne sank lower in her seat. Merlin, could this be any worse? A mudblood outsmarting her?

From then on, Lily Evans became her rival, only this was not known to the redhead. Adrienne studied and practiced restlessly, yet could never really outdo the Gryffindor girl. This annoyed her to no end, and it did not help matters that she couldn't make it into the Quidditch team.

’This English weather!’ her other friend, Rachel exclaimed in a (rather forced) French accent when they finally stood by the ladder to the Divination classroom.

Rachel Tremblay was a new addition to their friend group, another pureblood witch who came back to England with her family just before she started attending Hogwarts. She had strawberry blonde locks – which she insisted was natural, just as her accent - with blue eyes, many freckles, and an impeccable style. She never missed an opportunity (or made one) to mention her years in France and how much better it was there, and while Chole could drink up her each and every word, Ada was growing bored at the pretentious nasal sounds and sunny countryside.

Maybe that was why, but Ada found herself zoning out during these conversations more and more often. One day, Rachel was fervently dismissing British cuisine during breakfast. She listed every French pastry under the sun to Chloe and a fair few of her peers while Adrienne was poking at her breakfast and staring ahead without much thought – suddenly, she noticed that she locked eyes with someone without meaning to. She was so taken aback that she dumbly continued staring at him and to her surprise, the boy gave her a small smile before turning back to his friends.

The breakfast gave a turn in her stomach.

'Ada, did you do your Herbology homework?' Chloe nudged her. Adrienne nodded and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Merlin, she hated pumpkin juice.

'Can I borrow?' Her friend asked, and Ada mindlessly pushed her parchments towards the blonde.

Adrienne found herself glancing in the boy’s direction more and more often.

Remus Lupin was a Gryffindor, tall and lanky (even the tallest among his friends) with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Even though he was in the same year as her, she never paid much attention to him, for the boy himself was quiet and disappeared behind the boastful and loud pair of James Potter and Sirius Black. It did not take her long to notice his scars, and if anything, they made her curious. Or rather, she needed to know and understand things.

Figuring out the secret behind Lupin's scars became her hobby, if you will. She knew they were magical for they never truly faded, but more interestingly so, there were new additions every once in a while. This kept nagging her, so she began taking notes on a small piece of parchment of the dates: not only did she realise he looked downright ill around the times he gained new scars to his collection, but that it was a monthly occurrence.

Once they climbed up the ladder into the incense-filled room, she realized that this paper got wet in the rain, and much of the dates were now only blotches of ink. She crumpled it up in her hand to shove it back into her pocket and shook her head to rid of the raindrops.

Taking up Divination was Chloe’s idea.

’We should pick Divination!’ she pulled at Ada’s cloak when they had the forms in front of them. ’One of us might be a seer. Rachel's mum said Grindelwald was one. Besides, it would be fun. We could see into our future. I wonder if me and Lucius are going to get together.’

Muggle Studies, of course, was out of the question. Ada crossed in Divination without much consideration (she wanted to be close to her friends, after all) and she deemed Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures to be the most useful addition.

In Ancient Runes she was finally able to top Lily Evans – her mind was quick to learn and recognise the writing system, and the professor praised her translations as some of the best ones she had ever read.

In Care of Magical Creatures, she was able to meet Lupin and was even paired with him when they were observing salamanders (they had to constantly give them peppers for the creature to survive out of fire), although this encounter was tense, at best. Nervousness left a very angry-looking expression on the Slytherin girl’s face and she barely talked, while Remus, well, he was pale and sickly.

He was feeding the salamander some pepper.

’It really is turning blue,’ Ada gently ran her finger across the animal’s now purple-ish back. It shivered, for the girl had some exceptionally cold hands, but it apparently entertained Lupin enough to let out a small chuckle.

’My dear,’ the Divination professor’s misty voice brought her back to the room. Trelawney had a grave expression on her face and her heavily ringed fingers studied Ada’s chart. ’You have your Moon at the Anaretic Degree… And it conjuncts your Jupiter in Sagittarius! Take note, dear, for Uranus is aspecting it and the Node of the Moon will pass through it soon. Your long-held beliefs will surely change and I am certain you will experience some tragedy at home. Be prepared.’

’I don’t think that’s likely,’ the girl scoffed.

’Don’t be so sure,’ the professor cautioned her. ’Traditions can be washed away by a wave huge enough, or a small ripple if they are founded on a flimsy base.’

Then she turned to the whole class: ’For the next lesson, prepare your horoscope for the next month, using the Moon calendar at the end of your books.’

’Studying the Moon,’ Trelawney pressed while staring at Adrienne through her thick glasses. ’Might bring some answers to you.’

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e20 bloodlines (w. andrew dabb)

LOL oh my god at the (quick check to make sure i am actually watching spn) hair color change like in the craft!

the craft (1996) [jesus it came out when i was 16??? what is time]

gonna throw the blond in the knockoff boyd holbrook (corinthian) / spn!brady (i called brady boyd hollbrook with a dash of armie hammer i am very consistent in my thought process lol) pile with bartholewhatever because apparently all slim white blond men occupy one spot in my head

spn s5e20 brady / the sandman - boyd holbrook as the corinthian / spn s9e3 bart

we also have budget tom cruise

another hunter via fridge origin story?

DEAN Agents Bonham and Peart, FBI. We will take it from here.

100% heard bottom and pert and died inside a little bit. what i get for having the captions off to screenshot something

why are sam and dean speaking with southern accents, is this someone's recounting of meeting them (like the lilt up on "profile" from dean, the way sam said "last night" for ex. i'm just... they sometimes, like jackles especially does the again uhgin sometimes and other little bits of accent slip in but not like this)

little bit of andrew garfield maybe? lol good god brain, get it together. this actor was also in the vampire diaries as a character i may or may not have seen, already wasted too much time not gonna get a picture

i have a feeling i'm going to commit about 5% of this episode to memory.

MARGO Yeah, you'll what? David, come on. You don't want this. You ran away to be a human. You always had a soft spot for 'em. Look, you're out. Stay out.

slow blink at the stanford era sam parallel

what the fuck is happening. why are sam and dean acting so weird talking to this nice boy ennis who looks about 18. who also has a post-stanford era sam parallel

DAVID Wow. You are so in over your head. Let me give you the short version. Chicago is divided up between five monster families. ENNIS What? Is that a joke? DAVID Do you hear a laugh track?

i mean, i snorted

just insert me saying wtf is happening continuously

he's got the patented single tear of man pain too!

~and the real monsters were the humans~

they must have really been shooting in chicago because it looks like shameless! lol. have they ever shot on location before?

ENNIS But I couldn't walk away. This is my fight now. Hell, it's a damn war, and I got to start somewhere.

laughing loudly, WHAT IS GOING ON. it's like a spinoff test

ENNIS Who is this? VOICE ON PHONE If you start hunting, the monsters will kill you. ENNIS Dad? Dad?

??????

what did i just watch

from the wiki

This episode was also planned to be a backdoor pilot for Supernatural: Bloodlines, a series set in Chicago and based on the characters introduced in this episode, however it was never picked up by the CW.

losing it. that still doesn't explain why sam and dean were acting so strange and accented (briefly) 😂

when people talk about spn getting worse as the seasons go on, this type of episode is what i was worried about haha at least there was a very specific reason it was Like This

i know i'd heard there was a spinoff that didn't go anywhere but i still am somehow very surprised and confused

not-andrew garfield and ennis were good it was just a completely absurd not good episode

[starlightheron]

Ava Parker - Spider-Man

Ava Parker is my own version of Peter Parker because I love girls and I think they make every media better. She's tall with short, curly brown hair that's put into two low pigtails. She's around 16/17 when she gains her abilities. I've also decided that she's more obviously Jewish rather than ambiguously like the comics; i.e she actively celebrates and participates in holidays and religious practices, I myself am not Jewish but I think it adds depth to her character <3.

She's just as much of a nerd and genius in this world as any other Peter Parker, her area of expertise lies in biology and bioengineering with of course a hefty amount of attention paid to physics and other kinds of science too. In this world, she takes after Raimi's Spider-Man in that she has more natural spider abilities beyond classic strength, speed, and instinct. I've decided to also give her natural webs as well as fangs that produce a natural sedative. This is because I think fangs are hot. I'm also drawing inspiration from Miles Morales as well because I love the look of casual clothes over top of the suit. I also like the practicality of it because New York gets fucking cold and spiders can't thermoregulate because they're cold-blooded. Additionally, I'm stealing Gwen's death from the Andrew Garfield film and I'm not really taking much from the Holland movies because the MCU is my enemy.

Personality-wise, Ava's a little rougher and tougher. She's more easily angered and less likely to pull her punches to start with especially less so after Gwen's death. She's just like me fr bc emotions are hard. She's non-lethal, for the most part, and still goes by the moniker of Spider-Man. With her friends and as a civilian, she's quiet but sweet for the most part but once she's comfortable she can get loud and hyper. Mary Jane is her guy in the chair.