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ectmydcst‌.

tommy was anything but okay and was he gonna talk about his feelings ? no because that’s what he’s always done. his instinct to do something stupid was growing with every day he wallowed in negative emotions. sitting in a dingy new york bar, the young faced blonde was just trying to nurse his sex on the beach, a drink he bought as a joke but ended up actually liking. one of the only good things that had happened to him this year was his birthday, finally making it legal for him to drink in a bar without having to use his abilities to sneak behind the bar. “ don’t even ask, i’m legal. “ tommy said as he heard someone approaching, it had happened way too many times for him to just be throwing that comment out willy-nilly. 

         ❛   oh  no  dude ,  i  was  just ----- !   ❜    he  almost  stumbles  across  his  words ,   fingers  now  tapping  anxiously  against  his  own  glass .   peter  wasn’t  exactly  at  the  right  age  either ,  but  he  did  pay  a  good  forty  for  his  fake  i.d.   he  may  as  well  use  it  from  time  to  time ,   even  of  the  taste  of  liquor  isn’t  exactly  candy  to  his  taste  buds .   it’s  all  part  of  the  college  experience ,  though .   taking  the  seat  next  to  the  young  stranger ,  he  leans  forward  to  rest  his  arms  on  the  table .    ❛   i’m  not  gonna  like ,  snitch  on  you  or  anything .   you’re  good .   ❜    there’s  an  awkward  silence  that  simmers  for  a  moment .   it  takes  him  a  few  minute  to  finally  conjure  up  something  to  say ,   no  matter  how  stupid  it  sounds .   ❛   so . . .   what  drink  did  you  get ?  ❜

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hcxrtofxstrange‌.

It was Chaos. Her thoughts scattered as she could feel the racing of her heart in her chest. one thought only. Find Strange. Clea couldn’t reach the New York Sanctum or anyone else for that matter. but there was a feeling. Something deep within that told her he was alive. Security. However right now, she didn’t know where he is. “Does anyone know what the hell happened?”

          an  eyebrow  perks  in  confusion ,  since ,   new  york  seemed  pretty  normal  as  far  as  he  knew .    he’s  stopped  in  his  tracks  once  the  woman  spoke ,  removing  the  loud  music  that’s  been  thumping  a  beat  against  his  eardrums .   peter’s  never  one  to  judge ,   so  he  doesn’t  assume ,   and  asks  instead .    ❛   was  there  like  an  earthquake ,  or  something ?   ❜   jesus  christ ,  peter .   this  was  new  york ,  not  california .    

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i  know  i’m  the  Absolute  Worst™  for  having  no  time  during  the  week  to  do  threads ,  but  i’m  srsly  working  on  being  better !   so  if  you’d  like  a  smol  starter  from  peter  pls  like  this  &  i’ll  thwip  one  out  (-:  

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xkaplans‌.

they’d only met recently, but billy could sense immediately that peter wasn’t an artist. at least, not in the way he is. there’s a certain ability, visuals are enhanced, every crack in the sidewalk becomes an ABSTRACT. it’s clear as day for him; it’s foggy to others. so he can’t fault peter for not being able to take a stab at what billy had discovered. hell, the gears in his brain are working overtime trying to piece it all together. make some sense of the item. “honestly, i don’t know either. it kind of looks like…. if mothman flew into an obelisk… but now it’s crumbling apart,” the words come out slowly, billy doesn’t realize how odd it sounds until a beat of silence passes. “sorry, that was a WEIRD mental image.”

          ❛   mothman ,  huh ?    well ,  as  long  as  it’s  not  a  lamp .   those  guys  can’t  resist  lamps .   ❜   he  mentally  cringes  for  a  moment ,  remembering  that  normal  people  his  age  don’t  get  into  memes  as  passionately  as  he  does .   billy  was  great ,  someone  he  can  definitely  see  himself  being  good  friends  with  despite  their  differences .   there’s  this  mutual  understanding  that’s  unspoken ,  and  peter  respects  that .   ❛   no ,  it’s  cool !   i  can  see  it . . .   kinda .   maybe  if  i  tilt  my  head  and  squint  my  eyes  just  like  this ,  i  can -----   ❜    he  does  it ,  eyelids  hovering  over  his  pupils  until  his  vision  is  blurred .   approvingly ,  he  nods  as  his  fingers  stroke  the  imaginary  beard  he’s  grown .   ❛   it’s  giving  me  this . . .   sense  of  sadness ,  and  fear .   is  it  weird  that  it’s  making  me  feel  things ?    ❜

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nownomad‌.

blue   orbs   look   confused,    as   if   he’d   experienced   any   other   emotion   in   the   past   few   weeks.    the   young   kid   who   stood   just   a   few   feet   away   from   him   looked   familiar,    but   at   the   same   time   not   so   much   …   maybe   it   was   something   about   the   VOICE.     steve  was   fairly   good   at   recognizing   voices—    and   this   one?    he’d   certainly   heard   it   before.    and   he   knew   exactly   where.     “ KID? ”     a   curious   voice   got   out,    both   of  his   hands   resting   in   his  pockets.    steve   hadn’t   gotten   a   name   back   in   the  airport   fight,    but   one   thing   he   could   never   forget.     he   wouldn’t   shut   up.    loooking   behind   him   for   a   few   moments,    steve   set   his   sunglasses   aside,    in   hopes   the   other   would   recognize   him.    what   were   the   odds   to   find   him   here?     “ i   thought   you   were   from   QUEENS. ”

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          having  to  shake  his  head  to  be  extra  sure  that  the  captain  america  was  speaking  to  him ,  peter  parker ,  it’s  an  idea  that’s  hard  to  process .   he’s  only  seen  the  man  in  those  painfully  lame  education  videos  back  in  high  school ,  so  there  was  no  possible  way  they  could’ve  met .   and  he’s  one  to  remember  faces  easily .    ❛   a -  are  you  talking  to  me ,   mr .  rogers ----  uh ,   captain  america  sir ?   ❜    jeez .  what  a  way  for  a  first  impression .   it  was  as  if  he  was  starstruck .   there  were  so  many  words  aching  to  spill  out  of  his  lips ,   and  yet ,  he  continues  to  stay  speechless .   now  fumbling  with  his  fingers ,  he  rocks  his  heels  back  and  forth .    ❛   i -  i  am ,  yeah .   this  is  on  my  way  home ,   ❜   there’s  a  soft  smile  that  forms .   ❛   how  did  you  know  that ?   ❜

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thewcrldbreaker‌.

David sat on the grass by a pond in the local park. His eyes were closed as he searched for any trace of Lenny. He had been able to speak to Sydney on several occasions when they were apart, so he didn’t understand why it wasn’t working now. Unless of course Lenny was in fact dead. Hearing the voice of someone behind him, David lost focus and let out a heavy sigh. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the person behind him. “What?” he asked, his tone neither harsh nor welcoming, it sort of fell somewhere in the middle. He wasn’t angry at the person, but he sure as hell felt like they were inconveniencing him and he wasn’t afraid to make that known.

          the  sound  of  his  tone  was  already  enough  to  have  peter  step  slightly  back ,  uneasy .   normally  he  isn’t  one  to  approach  strangers ,  but  desperate  times  did  call  for  desperate  measures .   awkwardly  fiddling  with  his  fingers ,   he  lets  out  a  small  sigh  before  parting  his  lips .   ❛   hey ,  uh . . .   ❜    his  mind’s  already  battling  with  itself  thinking  of  something  decent  to  say .    ❛   i  was  wondering  if  you  have  like ,  a  phone  charger  on  you  or  something ?   it’s  cool  if  you  don’t !   it’s  just  that  my  phone’s  out  of  battery ,  and  i  gotta  call  my  aunt  may  before  she  freaks ,  and -----   ❜    finally  realizing  he’s  gone  off   on  a  tangent ,   he  ends  with  a  breath .   ❛   yeah .   a  quarter  will  do  too ,  i  could -  i  could  just  go  to  a  payphone ,  or  something .   ❜

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trevalicious‌.

Stars glittered upon the light night sky, a race was happening nearby, crowds cheering and engine roaring but Trevor was entirely focused on getting into the customized Porsche. It wasn’t exactly his but a friend. So when by mistake Trevor set off the car’s alarm, the shapeshifter goes pale and frantically looked around. “Um this isn’t what it looks like!” he almost shrieked to no one in particular while he tried to shut the alarm off.

        ❛   what  the  he -----   did  you  just ?!   ❜    the  alarm  of  the  car  throws  him  off  guard ,  as  he  begins  to  panic  as  well .    truth  be  told ,  he  didn’t  know  what  to  believe .   new  york  was  always  so  notorious  of  crimes  big  and  small ,  so  the  situation  could  be  anything .   wishing  to  not  be  a  part of  it  when  the  authorities  get  involved ,  peter  wears  the  hood  of  his  jacket  to  seem  more  discreet .    ❛   look . . .  i’m  not  gonna  call  the  cops  on  you  dude ,  but  you  gotta  run .   like ,  fast .  ❜

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agntburger13‌.

as it turned out, even if you woke up one morning more confused than not, with a feeling of heaviness and dreadfulness clutching your chest and the inability to place where it was coming from. even if you had to puzzle your life back together as best as you could with all the missing pieces, you could always rely on exercise to take away some of the tension. and so there she was, in one of new york’s shadiest and less known gyms, punching the bag as if her life depended on it. 

“ten more minutes and it is all yours.” sweat was dripping from her forehead as her head turned slightly to look at the other with a small smile. 

         ❛    hm ----- ?    oh ,  no ,  you’re  okay !    ❜    of  course ,  he  zones  out  at  the  absolute   worst  possible  time .   he’s  removed  an  earbud  out  of  his  ear  now  to  be  somewhat  attentive ,  considering ,  the  conversation  didn’t  exactly  play  well  the  last  time .   besides ,  the  only  reason  why  peter  was  at  the  gym  this  early  in  the  morning ,  was  because  of  his  aunt  may .   she’d  been  bugging  him  to  get  some  exercise  being  a  full - time  college  student  with  no  physical  education  class .    so  he  was  here .   his  ten  minutes  on  the  elliptical  was  already  a  proud  accomplishment .    taking  a  sip  of  water  from  his  bottle ,  he  speaks .    ❛   need  someone  to  hold  the  bag  for  you ,  miss ?   i -   i  don’t  mind ,  since  i’m  just  here  waiting  and  all .   ❜

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#the three stages of peter parker

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ofstcrks‌.

IF THERE’S ANY LOGICAL REASON as to why he’s staring blankly ahead at an aisle of poorly-stocked notebooks in some nondescript gas station in the middle of QUEENS, tony’s unaware of it. unfocused eyes move over single-subject notebooks and an overpriced three-ring binder before lingering, subconsciously, on a sketchbook with half of the plastic covering torn off. there’s a little voice in the back of his head that reminds him that one turn’s difference and he could’ve ended up in brooklyn. the IMMEDIATE f e a r that explodes in his stomach sends ice through his veins, and the inventor forcibly turns away from the notebooks, and paper, and numerous other supplies that one would need for SCHOOL– the haphazard display staring back at him like the stone face of a g r a v e. he seeks relief in his cowardice, only for what’s left of his heart to drop into the soles of his shoes. suddenly, he’s there and he’s n o t, a pain blossoming in his chest as the weight in his arms rapidly fades. this CAN’T be real– can it ? there must’ve been a lapse in time and he must be still on titan– this must be a dream because there’s no LOGICAL way; this isn’t r e a l.  ‘ peter ? ’ the two syllables fall from his lips, his words twisted and awful in a way they haven’t been since the BITING cold of siberia.

          and  in  a  fleeting  instant ,  at  the  sound  of  that  voice ,  panic  arises .    he  can  feel  every  inch  of  his  body  tense ,   throat  closing  as  if  it’s  telling  him  to  stop  breathing .   carefully ,  he  glances  over  at  the  owner .   tony  stark .   the  man  he  looked  up  to ,  the  man  he  strove  to  become ,  but . . .   why  did  he  call  out  his  name  with  pain  eminent  in  his  tone ?    his  eyebrows  furrow ,  but  the  more  his  gaze  stayed  at  the  other ,   he  begins  to  feel  sick  to  the  stomach .   the  kind  of  feeling  where  his  head  spins  in  an  unfathomable  amount ,  the  kind  where  he  can  feel  himself  physically  growing  weak .    there’s  a  voice  that  echoes  through  his  head ,  tony’s .  and  if  you  die ,  i  feel  like  that’s  on  me .    fingers  curling  against  the  pack  of  pencils  harshly ,  peter  tries  to  catch  a  breath ,  even  stumbling  onto  the  shelf  where  a  stack  of  composition  books  scatter  their  way  to  the  ground .   the  eyes  on  tony  are  broken  and  he  can  find  his  cool  for  a  moment ,  but  these  voices  continue  to  linger .    ❛   you’re -  you’re  tony  stark ,  ❜    he  finally  muses  with  a  small  grin ,  playing  off  as  if  he  didn’t  just  experience  something  peculiar  by  bending  down  to  recollect  the  fallen  notebooks .    ❛   i -  i  tried  applying  for  your  internship  last  summer ,  but . . .   i  guess  i  didn’t  get  in ,   ❜    he  laughs .   ❛   what  brings  you  here  in  queens ?   ❜

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slksbound‌.

       a wave of  disappointment  falls over her  ,   though cindy will do her  BEST  to hide such a reaction  .   no need to worry him  ;   he’s not to blame  ,   and he’s probably enjoying the  COLLEGE STUDENT  life anyways  .   a part of her is  …  jealous  ,   she thinks  .   it’s a life she wouldn’t mind living  .   but it’s not hers  ,   and she  HAS  to accept that for as it is  .     “  no worries  .  ”   her own voice is soft  ,   gentle  ;   partially because of the environment  ,   partially due to this being  NEW  to her  .     “  the bubble gum machine then  ,   maybe ?  ”   she’ll muse outloud for a moment  ,   going off for a second  .     “  or the ones giving off those  …  mini squishy animals !  those are cute  ,   though i wish they had a  pokemon  one  .  ”   head shakes  ,   she’s getting off topic !   and she does have a role to play  .   feigned laughter  ,   she just pushes some hair away from face  .      “   –   actually  ,   no i don’t think we do  .   unless an alternate version of me enrolled  ,   i don’t  …  go here  .  ”    a nonchalant shrug  ,   she looks around  .     “  it’s just  easy  to sneak around  .    –  maybe a party ?  high school ?  ”   she’s lying through her teeth  ,   almost feels  bad  about it  .   instead  ,   she sticks out her hand instead  .     “  uh  ,   i’m  CINDY  ,   cindy moon  .  ”  

         ❛   those  are  the  little  things  that  people  cut  open  for  views  on  youtube ,  right ?   ❜    was  his  best  attempt  to  cater  towards  the  conversation ,   as  he’s  never  one  to  keep  up  with  the  latest  trends .    frankly  he’s  never  even  seen  said  videos ,   he’s  only  heard  people  in  school  rave  about  it .    ❛   i  used  to   be  so  into  pokemon ,   ❜    this  time ,  his  words  were  laced  in  truth .   there’s  a  small  laugh  that  leaves  his  lips  from  recalling  that  part  of  his  life ,   how  incredibly  dorky  it  was .    ❛   didn’t  collect  the  cards  or  anything ,   but  i  played  on  a  gameboy .   fire  red ,  i  think .   started  with  a  charmander  and  called  him  blaze .   ❜    there  he  goes  again ,  raving  about  something  she  probably  doesn’t  even  care  to  know .   the  stories  were  ancient  history .   at  her  confession ,   peter’s  jaw  drops  just  a  little ,   but  enough  to  showcase  the  shocked  expression .    ❛   out  of  all  the  places  you  could  hang  out  in ,   you  chose  a  school ?   ❜    it’s  a  joke ,  in  fact ,  he  finds  it  kind  of  cool  that  she’s  going  incognito  to  sit  into  classes .   he  takes  her  hand  before  shaking  it  firmly .   ❛   peter  parker .   i’ve  only  been  to  one  party  in  my  life  and  stayed  for  like ,  ten  minutes ,  so  maybe  it  was  high  school .   did  you  go  to  midtown ?   ❜

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spvrklefists‌.

“ are  you  sure?   it’s  just  a  bill, ”     carol  speaks,   seeing  as  the  kid  quickly  gets  hold  of  two  of  the  pencils,   and  she’s  unable  to  help  the  chuckle  that  leaves  her  lips  almost  immediately  at  the  sight  right  in  front  of  her.     “well,   as  long  as  whoever’s  in  charge  of  this  place  doesn’t  find  out,   i  think  you’re  good,   it’s  just  a  pencil,   or  two, ”     carol  shrugs  with  a  small  smile  across  her  lips.    there  was  something  about  this  kid,   it  was  reminding  carol  of  the  bits  and  pieces  she  could  put  together  about  her  life  back  in  earth,   years  ago,   her  brothers,   the  very  little  she  could  make  out  of  their  faces.   his  question  made  her  eyebrows  raise,   she  simply  couldn’t  say  no.     “ honestly?    right  now  i  can’t  say  no  too  one  of  those   …   can’t  remember  the  last  time  i  had  one  of  those—   you’re  so  nice,   kid? ”     she  spoke,   with  no  clue  of  what  his  name  was.

          ❛    i ,  uh . . .    don’t  really  feel  comfortable  taking  money  that  i  didn’t  earn ,    ❜    he  answers  sheepishly ,   letting  his  shoulders  shrug .    peter  was  always  raised  on  working  for  his  earnings ,  even  birthday  presents  felt  like  a  hard  concept  to  wrap  his  head  around .   at  this  point  he’s  mentally  cursing  himself ,   conversations  with  strangers  were  never  really  his  forte .   once  the  pencils  were  nicely  settled  and  out  of  sight ,   his  lips  curl  upwards  to  a  genuine  smile  as  he  makes  his  way  towards  the  bright  red  machine .   he  inserts  a  quarter  in  before  twisting  the  silver  knob ,  revealing  a  neon  pink  ball  rolling  down  the  spiral .     ❛    aside  from  the  flavor  lasting  only  a  solid  three  seconds ,   they’re  totally  worth  the  quarter ,   ❜    a  hand  offers  out  the  gumball  he  picked  up .    ❛    i’m  peter ,  by  the  way .   parker .   peter  parker .    ❜

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mjvatson‌.

“yeah, yeah!” was she? yeah, she was. her mind had been elsewhere, but when he asked - she realized that she actually was. it was english, which wasn’t that big of a deal. english was one of her easier subjects, if she was telling the truth. it was confusing, but peter seemed like the same peter that everyone had grew to love in their own way. but then, he also seemed different? it was confusing, but there was no reason to ask about it. everything that happened with her parents, that was taking too much up of her time. “it started like five minutes ago?” her voice dripped out with confusion, letting an embarrassed laugh slip between her words. 

          ❛   five  minutes   ago ??   ❜    his  pupils  dilate  as  his  lips  repeat  the  words ,   cheeks  flushed  in  a  heavy  pink .   suddenly ,   every  inch  of  his  body  is  riddled  with  guilt .   the  awkward  tension  doesn’t  seem  to  help  the  situation  either .    clearing  any  sort  of  debris  in  his  throat ,  peter  decides  to  laugh ,   an  attempt  of  a  genuine  one .    ❛   well ,   i  wouldn’t  want  to  keep  you  from  learning ,   ❜    a  terrible  joke  on  his  end ,  but  true  words  nonetheless .    he  takes  a  pack  of  gummy  worms  for  the  dollar  he  had  instead .    ❛   is  your  class  nearby ?   i  got  an  hour  before  my  midterm ,   i  cou -  i  could  walk  you  to  class  if  you  want .   take  the  blame  for  your  tardiness.    ❜

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xkaplans‌.

it’s strange. possibly one of the strangest things he’s seen. well, in real life that is. his dreams tended to be as weird as this; sometimes he’d see something akin to blue fire or lightening come from his fingertips. sometimes there were aliens - and not the kind from any sci-fi movie he’s watched. but those were dreams. nonsensical things his subconscious brought up because of his tendency to lose hours to comic books. either way, that was fiction. this… thing was right THERE. he’d had to tilt his head back quite a bit just to take in all of it. his fingers twitch slightly; itching to not only touch it but draw it. immortalize it in his sketchbook. without turning to the person next to him, he practically breathes out, “what is this?”

         an  eyebrow  raises  in  curiosity ,   searching  for  what  the  other  had  been  speaking  about .   “  WHAT’S  UP ?  ”   peter  steps  closer ,  eyes  continuing  to  analyze  this  mysterious  object .   even  with  his  head  tilted  to  the  side ,  there  was  SOMETHING  ABOUT  IT  that  he  couldn’t  decipher .   new  york  was  a  weird  place ,  that’s  for  sure ,  so  he  could  be  glaring  at  anything  that  may  deem  STRANGE .   eyebrows  furrowing ,  his  lips  let  out  a  sigh  of  defeat .   with  the  way  he  sensed  the  other’s  body  language ,  he  could  easily  tell  that  the  item  was  more  than  a  half - eaten  hot dog  BEING  CARRIED  AWAY  BY  ANTS  down  a  city  sidewalk .   “  you  gotta  tell  me  what’s  going  on  man ,  i  literally  can’t  figure  out  what  you’re  looking  at .  ”

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mjvatson‌.

without a thought, the brunette slipped her backpack off of her body and began to shuffle through the papers and books that were zipped up inside. to be quite honest, she wasn’t completely surprised that peter had forgotten the one thing he actually needed for the day. you could forget literally anything else and be fine, but forget a pencil and you were screwed. “they’re in a box for a reason,” she began, voice mumbling beneath her as she continued to search. once she found it, her head popped up - brunette hair flying to hit her on the back. her green eyes finally met his, a hand stretching out to show him the two extra pencils she had found. “don’t say i never gave you anything.” 

          leave  it  to  the  legendary  mary  jane  watson  to  come  in  and  save  him  in  times  of  trouble .    the  smile  on  his  face  REFUSES  TO  LEAVE  his  lips ,  shyly  taking  the  extra  pencils  off  her  fingers .   “  RIGHT ,  i  definitely  knew  that .   thanks ,  ”   it  was  a  clear  and  blatant  lie ,  but  he  didn’t  want  to  look  like  a  complete  idiot  in  front  of  her .   she  was  always  THE  TALK  OF  THE  TOWN ,   queen’s  finest  starlet .   compared  to  him ,  he  was  nothing  but  the  lanky  neighbor  he  crossed  paths  with  from  time  to  time .   she  always  knew  what  to  say  or  do .   slipping  his  newfound  pencils  into  the  pockets  of  his  jeans ,   fingers  AWKWARDLY  drumming  against  his  backpack  straps ,   he  lets  out  a  breath .   “  you  heading  to  uh ,  class  soon ?  ”