Peter B. Marker
Crying While Eating Cheeze Whiz, Threatening Kids Playing Fortnite Online And Crying In The Shower In Your Spider Man Costume.
Better Character Flaws Than Being Related To Palpatine Or Dumbledore.
the b in Peter B. Parker stands for Bdad
How to flirt- A spider-guy guide
Noir: “Was it destiny that we met?…”
Peter B Parker: “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?…”
Miles, panicking: “DO YOU WANNA PUT YOUR MOUTH ON MY MOUTH!?”
Ok but have you considered…
Miles: hey do you think kingpin’s supercollider is responsible for the stella artois virus?
Peter: the what
Gwen: do you mean the heinekenvirus
Peter: the wHAt
“Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse is the best Marvel movie.” I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk away in shame, when a voice speaks and commands the voice of the silence of the room.
“She’s right” They say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 3rd row stands: Martin Scorsese himself.
Tom Holland getting a hen to lay his eggs is BIG Peter Parker energy, doesn’t matter the universe
Wow… Itsv really was a love letter to comics and spiderman huh?
Got bored on this fine quarantined evening, made some fake Spider-Man (Spider-Men?) tweets
(Credit to whoever’s images I used for profile pics)
Up in the club re-watching Spider-Verse. Catch me crying every five minutes because I’m still not over it
Peter B: I’ll have a beer and he’ll have a Capri Sun
Miles: Please Peter, I’m a grown man
Miles: I can order my own Capri Sun
Fuk u I’m writing for Miles Morales n nobody can fckun stop me fuck u guys he deserves more love.
yall ever just love a character so much? Like guys I am just-holy fuck
He claims his eyes are brown. You have to disagree.
His eyes are not brown, well they are but they aren’t just brown.
They’re honey in the morning sun, easy to look at and so, so soft. They’re home, they’re the comfort you feel when you smell firewood burning from a chimney. They steal you away from the world, giving you a strange sense of comfort until the blue hour is over and the day begins.
They are cinnamon when it rains, gray clouds hitting them at just the right angle where it keeps you awake and leaves a sweetened taste in your mouth. Where it excites you and you realize they you could breathe him in till the day you’re buried with the saplings of future oaks.
And they are a force of nature, rugged like the ground below when he’s angry. When he is a state of protection where you are all that matters to him, where keeping your heart beating is all that he cares about. They blow you away, sending you to your knees as you see beyond just eyes and see the man he really is.
“Hey…” it’s soft, it’s home. And by god, is the view breathtaking.
You could see the streets from his window, the livelihood of millions but that isn’t what brought your heart to your throat, no. His eyes, simple, just waking up with the rising sun. A small hint of innocence in them before he goes out and faces the world.
“It’s Saturday.” He mumbles in your ear, breath warm enough to send a small shiver down your spine and you smile. Of course he’d tell you it was Saturday.
“We get to be lazzzyyy….” he sings out, voice still tired as arms cage you in, to hell with the key. Your giggle is drawn out with exhaustion from the previous week, tiny kisses waking up your skin inch by inch.
“Yeah we do…no classes, no homework,” you finish off, scratching lightly at his cheek as he peppers below your jaw. How sweet of him. It sends your heart racing.
He looks at you again with those eyes, sending you to an whole new universe, admiration tearing through you like a bullet, releasing a hoard of butterflies and flowers in it’s trail, every inch losing it’s feeling as it’s replaced with a sensation so raw, it’s overwhelming. Your heart races, maxing out beats per minute. Pushed forward by your own impulse, lips smacking violently.
That’s the thing with you, you were a violent lover. Tearing the rules in half, damning control to hell beneath you. You seize what you could reach, claiming it with a cry in the midst of battle. Damn being the victor, You were the war.
Whatever you loved, you made it known. You made it so obvious, it was like seeing red in the sky that split in two, releasing the cries of heaven. You loved with a vicious heart, every declaration a battle cry.
“Your eyes…they’re so pretty, how are they so pretty??” You’re breathless, face in your palms but you could be holding the world. He watches as your pupils are blown, watching them taking in every speak of his irises.
“I dunno,” he chuckles, another thing that sends your toes curling, “They’re just brown.”
You shake your head, mumbling incoherencies as you reach down to capture a taste once more, lips growing rougher before you part, whispering into his breath,
“They’re not just brown.”
i just remembered that after the spiderman: into the spiderverse movie we all collectively agreed that peter b. parker is a bisexual trainwreck and i love that for us
Variety Is Quality.
I found something heartbreaking in that spiderverse whiteboard phil lord posted about on twitter:
So I guess the scene where peter and miles are alone trying to end the collider was supposed to have different dialouge.
(Peter: You’re not ready yet. I don’t want to leave you. There’s things I can teach you.
And Miles says something that proves he’s ready
Peter: No…. You’re my 1 person
Miles: No I’m not
(This is a reference to this deleted scene: https://youtu.be/pfHw44LifhQ)
And miles ends the convo by saying “call your wife!”
The fight ends the same with miles using the shoulder touch to zap kingpin away. But then there’s this note at the bottom the writers added. (It’s a convo between peter and miles i guess?)
Miles: This will make you a better man- call your wife
Peter: Not like i have anything to go back for. I would just F it up anyways. I know how to sacrifice- its the one thing I’m good at.)
Its interesting that Peter B was way more depressed than in the finished product. He’s just so tired and he doesn’t want to go back home bc he’s scared of messing it all up again. He’d rather die than deal with that.
Im having fun
Revisiting my last obsession!!
jake johnson sweetie this is so cute I’m—