SPIDER-MAN.

❝ If that Trudeau guy wins I want his first order of business to be a list of “Tru-don’ts”. ...

Mon, 19 Oct 2015 19:10:33 -0400

❝ If that Trudeau guy wins I want his first
order of business to be a list of “Tru-don’ts”. ❞

☣ | GWEN She’s amused at how easily embarrassed he gets but Gwen wouldn’t outright...

Sun, 20 Sep 2015 23:41:53 -0400

☣ | GWEN

_{She’s amused at how easily embarrassed he gets but Gwen
wouldn’t outright laugh at him. His crush on Ms. Stacy was
adorable and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel
worse for his pursuit; especially since he worked up a lot of
nerve to ask her for help. So she didn’t say anything and even
when he invaded her personal space ( something she hates )
Gwen bit down on her sarcastic tongue to spare his feelings.}

_{❝I can see why you like her, she’s sweet. Honestly, she’s
the only one around here besides you who treats me like
a normal person. And uh.. she mentioned you take really
nice photos, so she’s obviously noticed you.❞}

_{Gwen clicks her tongue and lifts a finger to scratch her cheek
in thought. Operation Peter Parker’s Love Life was officially
a go; she just had to break him out of his awkward shell.}

_{❝Should I clear my entire world-saving schedule for this?
Seriously though, why can’t you ask her out? The worst
she can say is no and I don’t think she would. C’mon. Ask
me out right now, practice what you’d say.❞}

❝ Practice asking you out. . ? Alright,
I guess I’ve got nothin’ to lose. ❞

He makes a good show of clearing his throat, the sound
resonating through the lockers. He was lucky there was
barely anyone else in the hallway, for he definitely would
have drawn a lot more attention than he was supposedly
trying to avoid.

It was more out of necessity, trying to shake off the nerves
of (pretend) asking his crush out, as well as to quip about
the convenience of Ms. Tennyson and Ms. Stacy sharing
the same name. He sweeps the hallway one last time,
sheepish eyes filtering up and down the trodden space
before becoming satisfied enough to finally speak. He
had some pre-supposed plan of what he would say, but
it’s obvious halfway through that his classic autopilot
feature took over and swept away any conversation
he thought of ahead of time.

❝ Um Hey GWEN. How are you doing?

Listen, I was wondering if   if you liked movies?
I mean, of course you like movies who doesn’t
like movies? Unless you don’t, which is   which
is cool, too. Nothing weird about that. Not sayin’
it’s weird it’s just   just, yeah, I mean, so…
I was thinking maybe we could, if, if you’re free
some time and you don’t mind, like, just   let me
know. You have my number right? I should…

I should make sure she has my number, right?
Or do I ask for hers? How long should I wait
before I text her? Or, or is texting a bad idea?
Is calling better? Do I seem too clingy if I call?
Aw jeez, I didn’t think this through. ❞

"I meet you four times in my life. The first time I see you, you’re just a girl. A crush. An..."

Sun, 20 Sep 2015 23:00:52 -0400

“

I meet you four times in my life.

The first time I see you,
you’re just a girl.
A crush. An affection that
I held far too long to be
considered healthy.
With wide-eyed admiration,
I was witness to your success
in-class and out. Yours was a
mind made of lime and marble,
impenetrable from the outside
world. Outwitting the other boys
in class must have been a hobby
for you. I never imagined you
would know how I really felt.
I couldn’t bare to lose
the candid photographs,
the debates over chemistry and physics,
or the pointless questions
for erasers and pens.
I didn’t want to afford a risk
that you didn’t need.

The second time I see you,
you’re in trouble.
It’s the first time you see me:
all of me, and I was scared shitless.
But we spent one sunny afternoon
memorizing each other to sense-memory
to the point that I knew where the curve
of your neck met that wonderful face of yours
and I could spend days counting the geography
of your golden blonde hair
and lose count at a thousand
and start over again.
I never knew there would be
a time that I would miss
these small moments so much.
I never knew that
I was in trouble too.

The third time I see you,
you’re my path.
You were endless roads
countless possibilities,
a future that I could hope for.
My first love that sent
electricity coursing
through my blood
and made me learn
what it meant to say,
“she makes me want to be
better than I am.”
I showed you my world
the one that saw all the hues of the city,
and bathed in the glow
of street-lights and tv screens.
The first girl that cleaned up my blood
and told me, "be careful next time.”
before I stumbled back in
with new wounds, and a dopey grin.
You were an outstretched hand
that I took too eagerly.

The fourth time I see you,
you’re a promise
that I should have kept.
A tragedy that left me
cradling your head
in the dead silence of night.
You gave me three words
and all I gave in return
was your life cut short.
A short-lived tragedy
that still has no ending.
And there are things now
that you would never know:
that I pinched myself
for five months
and prayed to god
that I would wake up;
that I spent sleepless nights
trying to purge you from my system
and messaged a ghost number
over and over again,
reminding myself
that your memory
is a haunting reminder
that the heart is a fragile thing;
and so is the head.

I wish I could have protected you.
I wish I could have saved you.
I wish I could have kiss you until
your chest grew warm and
the air returned to your lungs.

Four times was all I had with you.
Four times in my life I met you,
and four is hardly enough
for someone as amazing as you.

”

- God grant me a fifth. (written by amazingarachnid)

quick psa that nina dobrev came to my school the other day but my phone was dead so I couldn’t snap...

Sun, 20 Sep 2015 22:39:50 -0400

quick psa that nina dobrev came to my school the other day but my phone was dead so I couldn’t snap a pic with her

always bring a charger with you, friends

"I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home."

Sun, 20 Sep 2015 22:16:47 -0400

“I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home.”

- Iain Thomas, The B-Train

ok turns out i won’t be getting wi-fi until FRIDAY apparently and uni is already killing me so give...

Wed, 09 Sep 2015 22:42:46 -0400

ok turns out i won’t be getting wi-fi until FRIDAY apparently and uni is already killing me so give me like 3 more days to figure this all o u t o k a y

THERE W AS AN UPDATE

Sun, 06 Sep 2015 16:35:03 -0400

THERE W AS AN UPDATE

i’m back andis my brain too fried or do some things look a lil differentanyway my break is gonna be...

Sun, 06 Sep 2015 16:28:22 -0400

i’m back and

is my brain too fried or do some things look a lil different

anyway my break is gonna be for another few days?? we just finished moving houses too so my new place won’t have wi-fi until tuesday :((

☣ | ANNA the question posed is said in all SINCERITY, her words laced...

Sat, 05 Sep 2015 19:45:51 -0400

☣ | ANNA

            the question posed is said in all SINCERITY, her words
            laced with genuine curiosity as she seeks an answer. of
            course, it’s not the deep philosophical question she’d
            built it up to be when she had told him she needed to
            ask him something, but _{close enough}. INNOCENT gaze drifts
           upward to meet his own, hands fidgeting awkwardly as
           she awaits an answer.

           she can tell by his expression alone that he’s not taking
           her seriously. not even he can mask the evident AMUSEMENT
           etched upon his features, from the twitch of his lips to the
           quirk of his brow. slender arms fold across her chest,
           aquamarine hues narrowing as she huffs out a sigh.

           ❛ c'mon! I’m being serious - this is an IMPORTANT question.
           ——— how d'you come up with a cool name? ❜

He can’t help it, really — It’s the combination of an exasperated mess
of ginger hair and narrowed eyes that leaves him fighting back a mild
laugh. She was the only other pdfxon who had his kind of troubles as far
as he knew, and that was the reason he left his contact info. When she
called him spouting off some rushed importance, he couldn’t believe
that this was the issue he was staring back at right now.

Lips threaten to curl into a dopey grin, already on the verge of smiling
before he bows his head to try and unsuccessfully hide a chuckle,
cursing his luck as he tilts his face back up towards her.

❝ Well — I dunno, it was pretty EASY for me.
With the spider-bite ‘an all. The hardest part
was the costume. Was gonna put a big ‘ S ’
on my chest and wear a cape before I realized
that was a dumb idea. ❞

Photo

Fri, 04 Sep 2015 21:15:28 -0400

haydenomero: There will be d a r k days ahead of us. There...

Fri, 04 Sep 2015 20:30:30 -0400

haydenomero:

There will be d a r k days ahead of us. There will be days where you feel all alone.

That’s when h o p e is needed most.

"You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory."

Fri, 04 Sep 2015 19:45:48 -0400

“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.”

- Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls

yafictionquotes: Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl, Beautiful...

Thu, 03 Sep 2015 21:15:41 -0400

yafictionquotes:

Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos

Photo

Thu, 03 Sep 2015 20:30:48 -0400

☣ | QUICKSILVER Silvered brows furrowed, brought together beneath consideration’s stave....

Thu, 03 Sep 2015 19:45:43 -0400

☣ | QUICKSILVER

Silvered brows furrowed, brought together beneath consideration’s stave. Sokovia had cared little for the heroes of America, fighting instead with blood and innocent lives’ ruin where the West believed in suited saviours and holy, noble knights; his presence amongst them, counted erroneously amongst those to fight and live for the defence of all humanity ( a defender was he, a protector of Sokovian masses, but nevermore would he lay down his life for a construct of the unknown ), had conjured no will to learn, no drive to remember, which ignoble saviours donned which tattered robe.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Pietro countered, accent thick and memories thicker at remembered Sokovia’s flight. “Or have you not heard of the fate of Sokovia? Continue with your spiel, no doubt I shall pretend to listen.”

Head bows in surprising remorse, his lips singed with the dry burn
of an idea that he may have hit a nerve. He can feel disdain in the air,
an eloquent reminder that he can still be one of the most out of place
in the motley crew of self-proclaimed heroes; labelled as the loner more
often than he would like. He recalls small details, enough to help him
remember that not everyone could be as lighthearted as him when
they have faced the horrors of war, terrorism and violence.

❝ Ah jeez I — Look, I didn’t
mean it that way. Sorry. ❞

Break announcement

Thu, 03 Sep 2015 10:20:17 -0400

amazingarachnid:

I forgot to do this in the morning so I’m posting it now, I’m on a bus on my way to my university to enjoy // FROSH WEEK // so I’m won’t have access to my computer during this time, but I’ll be back next week. I’ve got a small queue running so that’ll be going on while I’m away. I’ll try and come on whenever I have wi-fi but til’ then, I’ll see you guys later!!

☣ | HARRY ❝ What’re you gonna do if I don’t, Pete? ❞ ...

Wed, 02 Sep 2015 21:15:46 -0400

☣ | HARRY

❝ What’re you gonna do if I don’t, Pete? ❞

Blackness runs through his veins like a disease, another wince crossing
him as bones visibly shift within his body, but it’s only met with a rather
pleased and cruel looking smile.

❝ Can’t let the world know who you really are,
right? ❞

His voice transitions into more of a growl as the last word escapes him,
seething through clenched teeth as he endures the last few seconds of
pain before his features become blatantly more rotted and scarred. Long
fingers flexing as they seem to adjust to the new formation of their bones
and a softer chuckle escapes him.

❝ You couldn’t even tell me! ❞

It’s practically a hiss, eyebrows knitting together in his anger and his body
tensing automatically. Ready to leap at a moment’s notice.

Once soft features have gone cold in his presence, unfazed like steel
in the face of such a disgusting thing. Every breath he takes bleeds
anger, but he will not let him have the satisfaction of his wince, the
victory of his recoiling gut.

He keeps eyes trained on him, considering the possibility that if he
were to slip away to change, he would be long gone, or what was
more likely: ready to face him. But he knew this day was long
overdue. That night he was baptized as Spider-Man, all over
again, no longer the teenager that played hero. He had to be one.

But seeing the snarl, the snaggleteeth and blotched skin, there
is now only the bluest tinge of sadness, tucked away at the
corner of his eye, to see what his friend has become.

❝ HARRY — what have you become. ❞

He doesn’t know what to say, he really doesn’t. He knew he had to
diffuse this somehow, he owed the public that much. But it was
more than that. He owed Harry this much. What stood before him
was a culmination of all his mistakes, staring back at him with a
finger on the trigger.

What hurts is knowing he would have taken that bullet for him,
once upon a time.

"That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful."

Wed, 02 Sep 2015 20:30:56 -0400

“That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.”

- Elizabeth Wurtzel (via quotemadness)

mxrcer: i’m very attached to my muses. that means, i want to see them grow. i want to see...

Wed, 02 Sep 2015 19:45:29 -0400

mxrcer:

i’m very attached to my muses. that means, i want to see them grow. i want to see their personalities expand far beyond that which was provided in canon ( or, if they’re an oc, i want to see their personalities cultivate beyond anything i’d ever planned out for them ). i want to be amazed by my muse when they do something i never thought they’d ever do. i want to be surprised. i follow them through their relationships with other muses, i watch them develop. when a muse that my muse cares about disappears, i feel the hit just like my muse does. this is nothing against the other muse, and nothing against the mun. i grow very attached to my muses; they become my best friends. they become a part of me.

forcanada: james is naturally not a very trusting person; he’s quiet, reserved, ...

Tue, 01 Sep 2015 21:15:26 -0400

forcanada:

james is naturally not a very trusting person; he’s quiet,
reserved, and keeps to himself unless completely
necessary. he barely even trusts his own system — the
only solid reason that he’s doing his work under the
canadian government is because he doesn’t want to
get pinned under the law.

there’s… complications.

he tries to make the best of it. but with the government,
resources are far from scarce, and that’s a privilege
that james isn’t sure he wants to give up.

at the mention of poutine, he actually gives a little laugh.
way to go, spider.

❝ probably ‘cause you’re american. we’ve got
trade-secrets of our own, y'know. ❞

❝ HONESTLY, I’m so happy you guys
figured out how to put cheese on fries.

'Betcha this is all part of the Canadian
Master Plan. Win over their stomachs
and you’ll win over their LOYALTY. ❞

He paces the room, looking around with
eyes filtering between burgundy and
mahogany, realizing just how little
he actually knew of James, glancing
at him to watch cheekbones that
could cut glass, the reserved eyes
that held much more delicate info
then poutine recipes.

❝ How long you in the city for? ❞