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So i was blessed with the knowledge that apparently when they first met Peter and Harry didn’t like each other, because Harry was jealous of Peter for unspecified reasons and Peter thought Harry was a spoiled rich kid. And it’s so WRONG that we haven’t gotten any baby flash backs in the show.
I NEED TO KNOW MORE
why was Harry jealous of Peter??
How did they end up best friends???
I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF
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“Friendship in marriage is its own thing: friendship in a cup of tea, or a glass of wine, or a cappuccino every Sunday morning. Friendship in buying undershirts and underpants. Friendship in picking up a prescription or rescuing the towed car. Friendship in waiting for the phone call after the mammogram. Friendship in toast buttered just so. Friendship in shoveling the snow. I am the one you want to tell. You are the one I want to tell.”
— Elizabeth Alexander, The Light of the World: A Memoir (via iriseslonging)
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here’s just a dump of some of the things ive been drawing for the msm discord including but not limited to, Harry with his hair down, parksborn, and venom Harry. I put vague explanations in the captions lmao
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ZENDAYAS MJ. You know what I love the most about her? She’s weird, and she’s okay with that. There’s no scene in the movie where she has some big transformation, puts on makeup and then Peter loves her. She’s just herself, and she weird, and shes awkward and she likes murderers, and he likes her the way she is. 
And uh, thats amazing. We need more characters, and love stories like these because theres a lot of media out there telling girls that to attract people they need to change themselves and that’s not true. So that was a huge reason why I loved this movie so much, I know it’s just a sideplot but it was so important and it meant a lot. 
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Must be hard to watch people try and kill your nerdy, squishy best friend every day. Even if he’s not so squishy anymore. 
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film genre meme: [2/5] action → spider-man: far from home (2019)
you can’t trick me anymore.
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Things I tell my cat
“Wake up, asshole.”
“You’re heavy. Get off me.”
“I would die for you.”
“Somebody’s cranky.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Who hurt you?”
“I know you secretly love it.”
“You look so dumb.”
“Who’s my handsome little boy?”
“You almost fell down again, you idiot.”
“Your breath stinks.”
“Get out of my closet!”
“No, not on my clean clothes!”
“Ew. You’re drooling.”
“I love you so much. You have no idea.”
“Here comes the angry little stinkman.”
“No. You’re not going out. You’re staying with me.”
“Get out of the damn house. Live a little.”
“Stop hitting her!”
“Stop being such a drama queen.”
“You’re so soft and fluffy.”
“You’re so fake, it’s not even funny.”
“Oh, is this not up to your standards?”
“What is it, my love?”
“I had a feelings you were gay.”
“Why did you bite me?!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’ll stop!”
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“I know it’s not the same but when my parents started going through their shit, let’s just say there wasn’t enough angry music in the world that would’ve made me feel better.”
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can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??
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Sometimes when you’re struggling with art block you just gotta google ballerina poses and do some figure drawings with your fav boy
Love me some Spidey 💞
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itswasteland​:
Harry would have to take their word for it–he didn’t know Ned (or MJ, or anyone at this school) very well. Not yet. But he was hoping (maybe not optimistically but hoping all the same) that this time and at this school, things would finally stick. Peter wouldn’t be the only kid his age who he’d had more than a twenty minute conversation with. Maybe here, he’d be an actual student and not just a fancy name. Because everywhere Harry went, he’d been popular, so he knew he had nothing to complain about: he easily made it onto every sports team, had girls (and some guys) sending every hint his way that they wanted to go with him to homecoming, and he’d never been to detention. Not once. But he’d never been able to fight the nagging little voice in his head that said if he wasn’t Norman Osborn’s son, he wouldn’t have any of it. 
But all Norman Osborn’s power and money couldn’t get Harry out of this one. 
Another Potter reference occurred to Harry as he twisted in the lizard’s grip, banging his fists against unrelenting, scaly flesh: a white-haired, well-groomed boy shouting through the halls of Hogwarts, My father will hear about this! Harry wasn’t Draco Malfoy, and he didn’t think he was going to get turned into a ferret, but he knew for a fact his dad would hear about this, and either the world would find Norman Osborn suing this school (and then the city) for all it was worth over Harry’s gravestone, or, well, he’d probably do the same thing even if Harry lived. As the black tar rose closer, he thought: maybe the ferret would be better. 
“Get away from me!” he yelled. He’d almost forgotten that a lizard was about to rip his head off because the tar-creature was opening its mouth, and the razor sharp fangs inside were enough to make his heart stop. 
And then all hell broke loose. 
Harry’s head snapped toward the trophy case as far as the lizard man’s tight grip would allow, and he watched in amazement as MJ fell from the sky like a flying squirrel. The heavy trophy bounced off the lizard’s head, but it did the job: in his surprise, he dropped Harry. The boy hit the ground, hard, the pipe water splashing around him but doing very little to stop some pretty gnarly impending bruises. In all the chaos–the lizard swiping out at MJ, Harry screaming for it to stop, Spider-Man swinging in and planting both feet on the lizard’s chest, throwing him halfway across the hallway–no one, not even Harry, noticed when the black tar grabbed his hand. His hands were wet, blood dripping from his palms, so what was the difference? No one noticed the slime slip in side him, no one saw it ooze beneath his skin and disappear. All Harry saw was the clatter of the storm drain and a single black drop slithering away.  
There wasn’t time to overthink it. By all appearances, the goo monster–whatever it had been–was gone, making its escape back into the sewer, and Spider-Man was battling the lizard, both stumbling into the school library. Harry scrambled to his feet and spotted MJ through tunnel vision. He scrambled closer, grabbing hold of their arm and helping them to their feet–though he wasn’t sure they needed it. “I can’t believe you just did that,” he said, breathless. There was a bang behind them, and Harry tightened his grip on MJ’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Come on,” he said. “We gotta get out of here.”
The breath was kicked out of their lungs, a choked sound escaping them as they hit the boney back of the lizard man. Their weapon slipped from their hands, eyes filled with blurred colors of black, white, and green. For a moment it felt as if everything went in slow motion, their decent, watching Harry slip from those scaly hands- their body curling subconsciously, protecting their head with their arms. The flash of sharp teeth and a black tar-like substance hovering menacingly, maw widening as if it would eat both Harry and the lizard whole.
In the span of those seconds, they had only one clear thought.
'I didn't plan this too well.'
Before they hit the ground with a heavy thud, having landed on their side, water splashing around them. Their bones seemed to creak from the force, a gasp leaving them, eyes wide in pained shock. Blood roared in their ears, drowning out Harry's screams as they stared up into the face of the lizard man. It was terrifying, staring into the scaly face, the slits on the side of its cheeks, (god could it open its mouth as wide as that tar monster??) sclera yellow eyes staring down at them enraged. The worst was the teeth, fuck the teeth where human teeth, solidifying the uncanny valley effect.
It didn't help how they remembered dull knives caused more pain to the victim then sharp ones...
'Jesus Christ it's like Voldemort on steroids' they hysterically thought scrambling to crawl away as the lizard's claws swiped down at them. They barely had time to raise their arm to cover their face, hearing a riiiiip as their jean jacket sleeve was torn, the claws having come dangerously close to sinking into their skin, only to be saved by the skin of their teeth. Spiderman had swooped in, faster then MJ could keep track, his feet planted into the lizard's chest forcing the lizard to stumble back down the hall. With how high they were on adrenalin they couldn't feel the slight sting, having not fully come from their encounter unharmed. The scratches weren't deep, if they hadn't known better they would've thought that it was cat scratches with how lightly they were grazed.
MJ may have sat in shock on the floor for who knows how long, the water soaking into their clothes, leaving them sopping wet only to be brought out of it by Harry. "I couldn't let you die, you still haven't told me the details about that murder bombing and the leg," they weakly joked as he helped them up, legs shaking ever so slightly as they stood, their body still reeling in shock. "After this, I'm going to pester you to death over it until you spill your guts." They flinched at the sound of the bang, breath hitching in their throat. They held Harry's hand that oozed comfort in a death grip, taking his advice, and dragging him down a separate hallway.
"If Peter's not hurt when we find him I'm going to punch him," they announced trying to sound angry instead of worried. "Maybe we should just put a baby leash on him so he can't wander off like this." It sounded like a joke but they were truly considering it as they ran down the hall with Harry in hand. "Where do you think he could have gone," they asked having peaked into empty classrooms. "Outside or- wait, fuck what if he went to check on Ned in the bathroom??"
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Peter and MJ Deleted Scene!
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Based on this post. College Peter giving zero fucks.
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Date a boy who’s knuckles are bloody and bruised but his eyes are soft and make you feel warm inside.
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More spider boy for your drawings?
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HOZIER SENTENCE STARTERS
taken from hozier’s first album & his ep from eden. feel free to change pronouns, etc!
TAKE ME TO CHURCH
‘ you’re the giggle at a funeral. ’ ‘ i should’ve worshiped you sooner. ’ ‘ if the heavens ever did speak, you’re the last true mouthpiece. ’ ‘ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ’ ‘ i was born sick, but i love it. ’ ‘ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ’ ‘ i’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife. ’ ‘ let me give you my life. ’ ‘ if i’m a pagan of the good times, my lover’s the sunlight. ’ ‘ that looks tasty. ’ ‘ there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. ’
ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH & THE CODEINE SCENE
‘ we’re shaking the wings of our terrible youths. ’ ‘ i lurched like a stray to the arms that were open. ’ ‘ with your sweetened breath and your tongue so mean, you’re the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ’ ‘ i lay my heart down with the rest at your feet. ’ ‘ it’s bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet. ’
JACKIE AND WILSON
‘ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ’ ‘ you found me just in time. ’ ‘ i never felt young. ’ ‘ you’re gonna save me. ’ ‘ call me ‘baby,’ run your hands through my hair. ’ ‘ we’ll steal a lexus, be detectives, ride around picking up clues. ’ ‘ it’d be great to find a place we could escape to sometime. ’ ‘ i’m happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust. ’ ‘ i tried the world; good god, it wasn’t for me. ’
SOMEONE NEW
‘ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ’ ‘ would things be easier if there was a right way? there is no right way. ’ ‘ i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new. ’ ‘ there’s an art to life’s distraction. ’ ‘ some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else; i guess any thrill will do. ’
TO BE ALONE
‘ i never feel to good in crowds with folks around. ’ ‘ all i’ve ever done is hide. ’ ‘ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ’ ‘ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ’ ‘ it feels good to be alone with you. ’ ‘ now at last the worst is over. ’ ‘ i know you hate this place. not a trace of me would argue. ’ ‘ we should run away. ’
FROM EDEN
‘ there’s something tragic about you. ’ ‘ there’s something so magic about you. ’ ‘ there’s something lonesome about you - something so wholesome about you. ’ ‘ get closer to me. ’ ‘ you’re familiar. ’ ‘ idealism sits in prison; chivalry fell on its sword. ’ ‘ innocence died screaming - ask me, i should know. ’ ‘ i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door. ’ ‘ there’s something wretched about this. ’ ‘ there’s something so precious about this. ’ ‘ to the strand, a picnic planned for you and me - a rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree. ’
IN A WEEK
‘ i have never known peace. ’ ‘ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ’ ‘ we’ll lay here for years or for hours - thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw - so long we become the flowers. ’ ‘ they’d find us in a week. ’ ‘ i’d be home with you. ’ ‘ i have never known colours like this morning reveals to me. ’ ‘ you haven’t moved an inch; such that i would not know if you sleep always like this, the flesh calmly growing cold. ’
SEDATED
‘ just a little rush, babe, to feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me. ’ ‘ my veins are busy, but my heart’s in atrophy. ’ ‘ you and i, nursing on a poison that never stung - our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it. ’ ‘ free and young, and we can feel none of it. ’ ‘ i’m somewhere outside my life. i keep scratching, but somehow i can’t get in. ’ ‘ i’m a slave to any semblance of touch. ’ ‘ i should cool it, but i love it too much. ’ ‘ don’t you stand there watching, won’t you come and save me? ’ ‘ don’t you join in, you’re supposed to drag me away from it. ’
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that take-out is going to be freezing by the time it gets home.
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