“I’d watch it bug boy. If you don’t watch your tongue, you might get squashed under my boot.”
“There’s only one person who can call me bug boy. And that’s not you. Plus, I’d beat your ass before you would be able to lift your foot.”
“Aunt May, I’m kinda busy right now, I’ll call you back, ok?”
The Amazing Spider-Man 2 set, May 18
Why did I make this?
Did they send me hipsters when I asked for muns
You’re a grammar-less, pale, pathetic lot! And you haven’t got a clue!
How can I make a role-player out of you
Tranquil as a blogger but a fangirl within!
Once you find your muse you are sure to win!
//Oh my glob. I can’t even— the feels—
“Your unsuited for, my smut and gore,
so pack up, get fluff, your through.”
How could I make a role-player out of you?
(Be a mun)
We must be swift as
the coursing shipper
(Be a mun)
With all the force
of a great headcanon
(Be a mun)
With all the strength
of a raging fandom
Mysterious as the
dark side of the muse!
If you didn’t sing this, I am judging you.
GUYS I FOUND IT
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remember when tumblr changed it’s layout completely and you guys all flipped a shit and now it’s probably the most efficient it’s ever been and you guys have gotten used to it and all forgot about it?
you don’t even know what plans yahoo has for tumblr yet and you’re already complaining omg just enjoy your blogging experience while it’s still the same
jfc for a website that’s all about accepting ideas and people, you guys are totally allergic to change
She raised an eyebrow. “Loki, goddess of Trickery and you?”
“Peter Parker, part Spider…?” he paused. “That’s funny, I would think a goddess would be prettier, you know? More… God-like.”
Gwen toyed with a pencil as she waited for Peter to arrive. Just thinking about all the things that could be said made her nervous to the point where she couldn’t even breathe. Peter would be pissed at her. They would probably end up fighting and saying stupid things. Well, unless she was able to put a stop to it right away. All she had to do was tell him how she really felt, ask how they could fix things, and that would be it. End of story. No ifs, ands, or butts.
About ten minutes later, Peter had entered the room. Gwen turned her head to watch him place his backpack on the armchair and then sit down on the edge of the bed, across from her. “Yeah, I did. I, uh, wanted to talk.” Her blue eyes were soft as they met with his brown orbs. “Now, I don’t want this to turn into a fight or anything. That’s the last thing you and I need. Just hear me out, okay?”
Out of everything that Gwen coul’ve said, she chose the worst of words. No one wants to hear the words of someone who needs to talk to them. Normally, it ended with something bad. He wasn’t going to fight. Now was not the night. What did she even want to talk to him about anyway? Everything was going fine between them. At least, he thought so. He stared into the blondes blue eyes. They were calm. That was a good sign. But he could definitely tell something was wrong. And she was going to try and fix it.
Peter adjusted himself on the bed as Gwen told him that she didn’t want it to turn into a fight. He didn’t either, but the last time they fought, they didn’t plan on it ending in a fight. But they really didn’t need a fight. They didn’t want it, so maybe it wouldn’t happen. He gave a small sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Go for it.”