#thread; mj

[thewingedwolf]

cam mj and angela NEED leah & quinn in this house to take at least one (1) shot at the triplets if they want both a path to f2 and any sort of win equity (well angela is toast but whatever), not getting kimo out maybe benefits chelsie a little but everyone is clearly refusing to think about what happens when they’re on the block or in f2 with one of t’kimobina bc what happens is THEY LOSE

[cathymee]

m. my 2nd. june 25th :( tomorrow

[grooveys]

happy fathers day to mary jane’s baby daddy!

[the-lavender-room]

Hi and welcome back to daddy issues

[jamjacket1992]

being an mj fan really is an endless cycle of forgetting and remembering

[anoetics]

@cotiere / "   hi, sorry, i hate to bust up the fun times,   "   lenora absolutely did not hate to bust up the fun times.   "   but, i just felt the need to point out that all smoking, be it cigarettes or   ...   marijuanna is strictly prohibited on the beach. i mean, seriously. there are children around.   "   on the chilly march afternoon, the only people in view of either of them were an elderly couple strolling on the waterline in big winter coats, and a pod of teenagers in sweatshirts messing around by the beach entrance. 

[storytelers]

“ are you trying to get yourself killed? ” petermj? 💕

he's asked the same question countless times. after a particularly brutal night out in the streets, after saving someone only to nearly lose his life in the process, when grief for gwen threatened to overwhelm and consume him whole once and for all, it would echo accusingly through his mind.

yet, somehow, it never struck him as sharply as it did now, falling from her lips. it was her. mary jane and her soft brown eyes that saw right through him, giving him no escape, no quarter; he couldn't jump out the window and lose himself in the next rescue, couldn't scramble to convince himself that he did this out of a duty of care, and not desperation.

❛⠀ i'm here, aren't i? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ shuffling across the room in her direction, he lifts his arms towards the ceiling, biting back a grimace with an awkward smile. ❛⠀ peter parker, in the flesh — one piece and in color!⠀ ❜

[prince-liest]

I recently got very into perfumes after realizing that the V&R Flowerbomb I've been wearing for like 6+ years has become very grating to my nose over time and I needed to explore other scents, and it's absolutely wild how acute the realization that simply Walking Around While Smelling Nice improves my day so immensely is.

[sendmyresignation]

deeper into major labels and while i disagree with a lot of it its become more of a fun intellectual exercise since now it's much clearer sanneh is in his own critical zone instead of just going total summation mode.

[rottenrewards]

Closed starter for MJ Wallace ( @mjwallace ) Location: Outside of MJ's apartment

Elliot's life had been out of control the moment he won the lottery. He'd been in the depths of mourning the loss of his relationship when he won 16.8 million dollars (after taxes) and as life altering and amazing as it was it really threw a wrench in how Elliot was coping with his new single life. He'd been unable to process the celebrity status he skyrocketed to back in Amarillo while still dealing with his heartache and that's exactly why he packed up his old apartment in boxes and put them in a storage unit back in Texas so he could start over somewhere else. Everything was still so fresh. It hadn't even been a year since everything in his life changed and he'd only been living in Chicago for two months now. Elliot was very much so living in the whirlwind of it all. Some days were great, some were awful, and some felt downright terrifying. He was thankful that in Chicago he was able to fly under the radar. People didn't know he'd won the lottery and he wasn't about to tell anyone else who didn't already know. People got incredibly greedy once they know you've got money and he didn't want to handle severing ties with folks before they could even be established.

It was on one of his many nights out that he ran into MJ. They were a hot bartender at a bar he was at and one thing led to the next and now they were... friends? Dating? Fuck buddies? Elliot didn't want to throw any labels down. He was incredibly unpracticed when it came to the dating scene and really he didn't even know what he wanted. He'd gotten with his ex when he was only sixteen so he didn't know what it was like in the world as an adult to be single. He didn't even get his first dating app until moving to Chicago and he found it pretty disorienting scrubbing through people just to find folks he found attractive. It was all a lot but Elliot was pushing through. His ex had moved on incredibly fast which only meant he should do the same, right?

Tonight Elliot was going to try not to think too much about anything and simply have fun. He wasn't going to think about his ex or any of the other shitty stuff that kept him up at night despite his good fortune. No, he was a lottery winner god dammit he was going to enjoy his new found wealth. He didn’t have a plan for his night with MJ he simply was seeing if she was free because she conveniently lived in the same high rise as him and he was growing to like her company. He found himself at her door and knocked. A smile was on his face when she opened the door. “Hi,” he greeted her warmly. "I'm not sure what you want to do tonight. I was thinking we could go out," he offered. "But if you wanted to stay in that's cool too. I can always run and grab a six pack of something down the street."

[polymusepotion]

How long had it been?

Months. Eight months. Well, ten days shy of eight months, if she wanted to be specific. And now she stood across the darkened and crowded street, watching him speak with Kol about something. Watching him gesture with one hand while the other slid into his trousers pocket. The quirk at the corner of his mouth. The subtle narrowing of his eyes. It was all so immediately familiar.

The wind shifted through her hair taking, Mara suspected, her scent to him. He would notice, she thought. Hoped. Needed. If not, she would keep following until he knew he was being hunted. Then the game would really be on. “Gods, I’ve missed you,” she breathed.

@enduringlystoic

[lildoodlenoodle]

The whole Crowded Rooms thing with Tom Holland is, once again, simply proving all Spider-Man are bisexual.

[inthesp0tlight]

º ✧ 。continued from HERE with @tellemimdead !

"I know you do, Tiger." MJ drawled, trailing her manicured fingernails along his jawline with a SMIRK. "Think I might wanna be a little naughty later once I turn in this draft - blow off some STEAM. You gonna be around for that, or are the costumed crazies ALSO misbehaving?"

[the-lavender-room]

Beat the spoooder while he’s down🕷

Make him ugly cry

[chingonaclawsarchive]

@spinxeret. ( continuing x. )

"I'm not sure that I like your accusatory tone!"

[itwcsmcroon]

continued from here! @bejcwcled​

“yeah, the... princess thing is just something that happened here. back home i was just a normal person,” more or less anyway. morgan had never really been normal. being born a stark had sort of made sure of that. here, that could have been different with so many that had no idea about her own universe, but then false memories of a false life had to put a tiara on her head and make that an impossibility. c’est la vie. “yeah, he was like a brother to me back home and yeah, i knew you too. and yeah... i was without my memories for awhile too, so i can understand the annoyance. yours will return in time though.”