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#Peter gets lost
listen whether you like it or not they are all holding the memory of stede like a talisman against all hurt and fear, izzy trying to remind ed of his love so he'll come back to himself, fang can't stop crying so jim starts telling him Pinocchio and doing the little voice like stede does, 'talk it through as a crew.' is uttered like an anti-curse, like a magic spell that will keep them from harm.
stede gives them hope, if you even care.
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moreaugriffins · 23 days
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IDK who needs to hear this, but Egon and Ray aren't the only autistic og ghostbusters
Peter is too
Your telling me this man with two PhDs related to psychology, who always has the exact right thing to say to manipulate a situation to his favour (when it's a planned/known situation), but cocks up massively when it's an unknown situation, who has a massive reaction to getting slimed (more so than the others), who would rather joke all the time than take a situation seriously because wtf should he say
you're telling me this man is neurotypical?
nah
Winston's the only NT in this group (idk how he deals with these weirdos (affectionate))
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tinyfantasminha · 6 months
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Ok but when are getting twst Captain Hook. He's too iconic in the villains lineup to NOT make an appearence. I know it's gonna happen eventually, it's only a matter of time
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marvel-lous-guy · 5 months
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Tony: Peter we've talked about this!
Peter: ...
Tony: The metal stays outside, the blood stays inside!
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sciderman · 6 months
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something about pete's "you're cute but you're not that cute" face is my favorite Peter you've drawn yet. keep going back to look at it
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so dear to me... so dear to me... [x]
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anteroom-of-death · 3 months
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Teacher's Pet part 1
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Synopsis: The Doctor notices a student. She notices him.
a/n: thank u to the moots for sticking with me. Yall are the best. This is going to be a series. Somewhat of a dark!doctor ish fic maybe. I haven't planned this far. I have ideas. Will switch between a 3rd party but doctor centric POV and a 2nd party student centric POV.
The sun drew itself in on the cold day, light filtering through large windows in the lecture hall. It caught and reflected the motes of light swirling around. First day of the Spring term. Lots of new students trickled in and found their respective seats. Of course, the syllabus was now online and such. But the Doctor still preferred to give a paper one. He felt it helped students focus if they had it real and tangible…unable to forget.
Just like he forgot so much. A lingering pain….
He started up his usual dazzling spiel. Enough to keep them from dropping out, but not enough to rile them to madness. He learned that lesson early on in this particular charade he was distracting himself with. All he had to really do was keep Missy in the Vault and attempt to rehabilitate her. Humans were such a delicate group to keep balanced. Too much stimulation and they would self destruct. Not enough? The same but in a reverse spiral.
Or just fall asleep.
He preferred it if a few actually did fall asleep.
Allowed him to build a reputation as a teacher. Keep the act up.
He didn’t notice the young woman intently staring, writing down the key phrases from his opening statements. He was enraptured in the normal routine he has become familiar with.
The hour came to a close, and he did a bow. He was to visit Missy again some time soon. Just a cursory check. See if she’d calmed down from her last temper tantrum, where she demanded a saxophone and stated that Billy Clinton was also a war criminal, but made some sweet jazz.
He could hardly agree. She already was a mediocre piano player. And the drum set she demanded earlier lay in tatters in her cupboard.
Being her keeper and therapist was rotten work, but it warmed him. Gave him a gram of hope that she may get better and he may have his friend back once more.
Though, he knew in both is hearts, hope could be a fragile thing for a man to hold onto.
But, especially in this body, he believed in redemption and change. They both had forever to change. They had forever.
A few weeks had passed, and he noticed that keen eyes were burning the back of his neck as he scrawled on the chalkboard. It felt different than the usual glazed-over focus of people trying to write or type out his valid points. It was hot and felt more personal. Less trying to pass a class.
He paused his sentence and raked his eyes over. It was a student with large gold hoops and a few tangled gold necklaces. The Doctor recognized two or three of the symbols used on some of them from his travels through Earth’s history. She was chewing hard on her pen. He could see flecks of her tinted chap stick clinging onto the sides of it. Her eyes were squinted slightly and a slight patch of blush rested on her checks. He couldn’t tell if it was a make up look or some feverish feature of her human body. Perhaps she was in the first phases of getting sick!
He went back to his lecture. Some misfocused student was the least of his concern.
But he still felt her eyes bore into him. Intent on something. He trudged on.
He came to a close, reminded everyone of their upcoming projects and let the day start to rest. The Doctor announced that his office hours were changing to represent the spring coming soon and to “Allow you all to feel the sun on your faces, you don’t know how long you’ll have. Humans usually only live once!”
He scanned the audience and saw her shoving her notebook and that well-gnawed on pen into her bag. Big purse with a rhinestone buckle. Resembled something that Rose or Jackie would have had, he mused.
She slung that and a tote bag that seemed overstuffed and ripe for the breaking over her shoulder. She audibly groaned under the weight. He pitied her. The stressed look she had on her face was oddly enchanting in the light just starting to sink.
He knew she was struggling in the class. She did good work, yes. When he opened up questions and debate, she usually had such pointed takes that verged on mind-racing. Sometimes others would bristle against what she said on the more provocative topics he offered up. Essays and tests? Not so much. She floundered.
She had accommodations for some diagnosis or whatever. He could tell her mind was making connections in a far more tangential way than the other’s either couldn’t or wouldn’t make. And for that he did like her. Enjoyed what she brought to the table. Although, even his brains had difficulty making some of the leaps her brain did.
But why was she staring at him like that today? It was almost reverent. Very off putting.
She came forward to his desk and clicked open her notes app .
“Erm…Professor.” She cleared her throat and started up. “Uh, I was wondering if I could see you sooner rather than later. For office hours. I’m sorry for my late essay last week. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t focus and I feel like I’m losing my mind half the time lately. May I have some insight or whatever you want on how I could do better. I know I’m doing…like, so bad.” She confessed and exhaled on the final note of her punctuation.
She turned a new type of stare towards him. Less intense and personal and more of a thousand-yard death grip.
Her entire demeanor in this moment was very lamb like. A confused air of innocent need to do well, to pass her classes, clouded her.
A weaker man would have felt more predatory, he noted.
She wasn’t unattractive for a human, not like past companions he worshiped the ground of. Of course. He was drawn to them for their natures, often ignoring their faces wholesale.
She started to chew and rip at her pinky nail and lower lip simultaneously…
“Of course,” He said. “I have to go help a friend with something, so I have to talk and walk.”
She nodded eagerly and gave such an appreciative smile. “Thanks!” The words came out so quickly, almost breathlessly.
She trotted along side him.
Once outside, they started discussing her options. She had to work nights, she stated, she said so they were arranging a time to work in a little extra help and tutoring.
He genuinely enjoyed her company and led her to a bench.
“What about your friend?” She asked.
“Oh, Nardole can handle himself.” He smiled. “He’ll not miss me for an extra four or five minutes.”
She laughed a bit.
She plunged her hand into her purse and started rifling around. It was a chaotic sight.
She produced a pack of cigarettes and a tiny green plastic lighter.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to quit, but it’s been hell lately.” She grimaced.
He shook his head, no, he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t affect him. Her, yes. But one little luxury, especially if she was trying to quit.
“So long as it’s your last for a while.” He took the teacherly route.
She lit up and took a huge drag. Closing her eyes he noticed that deep look of exhaustion had given her dark purple and almost black under eye circles. She had apparently tried to cover them up with some make up products and some mascara and smudged eyeliner. She held that breath in for a few seconds. It was almost beautiful.
She exhaled and fluttered them open. The smoke wisped and flew away quickly in the gentle breeze.
“Yeah, thanks. People get so weird about smoking. But they’ll vape? Like, indoors. All the time.” She rolled her eyes at that mildly hypocrisy.
They planned for her to meet up with him in his office on Monday just before the lunch hour. Then turned the conversation to some topics in debate that another student, a male who irked her with his constant urge to play Devil’s Advocate. She had some very often-overlooked viewpoints and a very bizarre way of describing things. It was enchanting.
“Thanks.” She ignored a boundary and squeezed his hand. He felt a holy jolt of electricity go up his arm from the small touch. “I gotta go…you’ve got a friend. Works been slow and I have some…appointments. So I have to make sure I’m perfect.” She elaborated with an almost tic-like shake of her head.
“Yes, my friend is probably going insane dealing with our little issue.” He responded in kind. Missy had probably caused Nardole to melt down or malfunction.
He watched her leave towards the bus stop. Her bags hitting her back as she rushed. Her coat barely covering her bottom and the belt caught in the hem of it. He felt himself feeling almost physically unable to leave the bench. Something tugging at his gut was preventing him from doing so. It felt akin to what River and Clara evoked in him but different.
River and Clara were strong and capable, avant-garde. Self-confident. Cocky. But this student was seemingly the inverse. Very vulnerable and nervous to the point of a near imperceptible, even to him with his keen Time Lord senses, shake and a heart that was audibly racing in its cage. Coupled with her addiction to cigarettes and minor tendency towards self mutilation via near-constant picking and chewing…
Something dark, but heartwarming rushed through his core and took root.
He felt himself deeply looking forward to Monday.
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arachnicas · 9 months
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Now if Hobie hadn't quit and bounced before the great chase, things would have taken a much darker turn. Imagine if he'd been on that train and seen Miguel hurting Miles. Lemme just say that nothing would have stopped Hobie from leaping high in the air, guitar raised above his head, and smashing it down hard on Miguel's back over and over again until someone either pulls him off or Miguel is too injured to hurt Miles anymore. Too much? Perhaps, but this is the same Hobie Brown who killed Norman Osborne with zero regrets.
Grown adult hurting a kid? Okay, get fucking wrecked.
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tardxsblues · 1 year
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Doctor Who | 8.05 Time Heist
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strebcr · 8 days
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I do not care for rp confession blogs
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sunmoontruth-stiles · 16 days
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I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.
#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her#and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura#he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life#deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was#he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means.#when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial.#the best he can do at least#he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times.#often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship#but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost.#22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way#Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless#he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it#she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes.#he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone#he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home.#can’t bare to see another shell of a home#he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes#Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon#but promises feel costly these days#he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura#someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here#his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long.#Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place.#clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them#but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here#he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention#he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves.#he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods#he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.
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frogdottir · 1 year
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Ok I saw this reblog about how Irondad doesn’t work because “Peter ‘eat the rich’ Parker” would never, and yes! I agree, /that/ comic canon Peter Parker wouldn’t vibe with it.
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However, we’ve gotta acknowledge that the Marvel Universe has become an endless stream of fanfiction— and no, I’m not talking about AO3.
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You have MCU Peter - which is who all the irondadders are referencing. He’s a teenager. Yes, I agree the dynamic is more hardheaded than not, but he’s looked up to Tony his whole life. Tony saved him from being blasted at an expo. Theres some hero worship going on there fs, but he’s his own person too whos gotta figure himself out.
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You have Spiderverse Peter. Specifically Peter B. Parker. He has a baby now :) He has probably never met/heard of ironman and wouldn’t get along with him. They’re both too far on the stubborn asshole radar imo.
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You have Tobey!Peter and Andrew!Peter - both of which have no idea what an Avenger is, nor do I think being apart of a team would float their boat. Maybe Andrew!Peter, but I’m positive the dynamic would be different.
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LETS NOT FORGET BILLIONAIRE PETER PARKER FROM THE SPIDEYPOOL SERIES. The guy IS the rich. Honestly, as much as I love that series and the Spider-Man Deadpool dynamic, not my fave take on Peter.
Edit: it has come to my attention that this Spider-Man is same universe as Superior Spider-Man (who wasn’t mentioned purposefully) Which makes a lot more since IMO.
multiverse multiverse multiverse
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Then theres comics where Peter asks Tony for rich people favors— like borrowing his private space pod thing to get away from the world for a hot minute with Mary Jane??
Edit: yes, he’s terminally ill and he deserves a break— but going to space in multimillion dollar tech is different than a beach weekend and you and I could not afford that !!😭
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Theres just /so/ much content
- Superior Spider-Man
- The Darkhold one shot
- the original TASM comics
- the infinity comic series
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And theres like a shit ton more that I’m just not gonna mention.
My point — there are so many variations of this character that saying “never” about certain dynamics fails to acknowledge the version of Peter Parker people were introduced to. Personally, I read stories and comics from a ton of different angles, but if you don’t, thats alright.
Your Peter Parker is yours <3
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Nureyev: live your life for yourself. Whatever you do, Juno, don’t come looking for me.
Juno: you can’t tell me what to do.
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hamletshoeratio · 4 months
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My toxic trait is that I know about the chaos they bring, I know that they will abandon me and our hypothetical kid, I know about the bullshit I would have to deal with as a result of dealing with them, and yet my dumbass would still be charmed by Poseidon, Hermes or Apollo
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ndplatypus · 9 months
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This is a Miguel O’Hara hate account.
Peter B you are on thin ice.
Gwen Stacy you made mistakes but are a child who was held at gun point by her own father and was essentially homeless and was doing what she thought would keep her safe.
There are levels to these characters and their mistakes vs their intentions.
But only one of these characters is an adult man who choke slammed a 15 year old into a train calling him a mistake. Blaming him for everything wrong in the multiverse. As if he wasn’t a kid who just happened to be bit by a radioactive spider brought to his universe by the collider.
Like sir, you, an entire adult man, purposely jumped Universe, and slipped your way into a family that wasn’t yours and collapsed the universe but you gonna project that onto a teenager? Chill the fuck out you creep I’m sorry but that wasn’t your family??? Like the fuck what you did was actually insane. You fucking hypocrite.
Fuck Miguel O’Hara
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eyessocurious38 · 11 months
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Across the Spider Verse Headcanon: Miguel
I wonder if Miguel feels angry or uncomfortable with the fact that Peter B. Parker and Jessica Drew are apparently alright with their lack of safety for their (future) kid. Now I’m sure he would have straight up told them to stay in their own dimension etc. etc. or maybe he really needs the help from people he can trust. But I can’t help but feel it brings out bad memories for Miguel or an anxiety of some sort.
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hedonistbyheart · 8 months
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Trauma bonding! *jazz hands*
I wonder how a mission with just these two teaming up would go.
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