M0RTIFER
when that guy said : “ we dying ” i felt that .
halflupins
marry me? :)
GODLYSHAME
hi there ! what's your name ?
M0RTIFER
NEW MESSAGE FROM : ‘ Brady ’
‘ yo dude man bro do you want ice cream ? ’
almtspi
* posted !
https://my.w.tt/vaVbON9qI0
halflupins
iiiiii am in love with you.
liarliar
dear, odin- how many spider-people are there?
( not really angsty cause i suck at angst sORRY )
madefromnothing
" e - excuse me ? D - do you know w - where I am ? "
weavability
“Hey!”
Peter flipped and landed next to basically his replacement on the edge of a Bank of America. He let out a breath and sucked another in, his chest puffing slightly before he seemed to deflate a little. It was clear he was tired. There were a few gashes in his side and the wound in his shoulder was quite possibly a bullet wound. There were also knife marks on his back. It had been a particularly nasty and long day. “How are you doing out here? Any better than yesterday?” he teased. Yesterday, Peter had watched his double fumble and fall at least ten times.
For the safety of both of them, they had agreed not to share names with each other. Something, though, gave Peter the feeling that that wasn’t going to last.
weavability
{ @almtspi }
Peter let out one of his sweet and short melodic laughs. “I’ll do my best. I should be fine. Whatever you do... don’t worry!” he joked as he pushed off of the building, his body curving backward into a flip and attaching a web to the side of the nearest building.
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almtspi
* @weavability . penn followed peter's actions and looked up at the sky , sighing softly as he did . “ they probably do ghost stuff sometimes, ” he shrugs , smiling a bit under his masks as he fist bumped the male . “ spidey sense ? i'll never get used to that word, ” he murmured , “ be careful ? i've got a chemistry test tomorrow and i don't exactly have time to save your ass, ” penn nudges the male besides him , letting out a soft chuckle . “ don't die or i'll spam 'ya with lame and cringey tumblr memes. ”
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weavability
{ @almtspi }
“Hey.” Peter’s hand lifted. His fingers curled around the top of his mask. Then he paused. He sighed. “Not here.” Peter looked up, up at the sky. “Your dad. He’s up there, with the stars. And there is my dad, and my mom and my uncle. And my mentor.” Peter saluted. “Sometimes I wish they would come down, but they’ve got duties. Just like we have got duties.” He held his hand up for a fist bump. “Text you later. I have a few questions and a plan, but right now, my spidey sense says danger.”
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