this. exactly this right here is what i'm talking about
"He ran his hands over her pale skin"
"She blushed turning bright red"
Me who is no where near pale:
Please tell me you know what x reader is?
i'll make this really quick. you shift all the time. you breathe? you shift. yes, that's it. why should shifting be hard for you, when you do it literally every second? people are just overcomplicating it. you don't need alice or raven or shit method. all you need is your intention. you don't have to sleep to shift. like you just shifted now? were you sleeping? no.
you wanna shift to _____ reality? just assume you're gonna shift there. don't worry about the how or when. no, we don't do that here. nah, not in this community. you can literally just blink and get to your desired reality. it's that easy. all you need to do is acknowledge your power. literally block accounts which say, you need to do tHiS aNd tHaT. NO, SHIFTING IS AS EASY AS EXISTING. the next time i see someone overcomplicate this, arson, literally. just persist in the assumption that you're gonna shift. that's it. shifting is the same as manifestation. not joking. i don't need to write a whole ass guide for it. you need a guide for breathing, my love? i don't think so.
so, go ahead, shift to your desired reality. stop hindering yourself from getting what you want. you're limitless. fuck logic, throw logic out of the house, let that shit be homeless, we don't care.
STOP PUTTING SHIFTING ON A PEDESTAL. IT'S SO EASY, LIKE NO, GET OFF OF TIKTOK AND AMINO. JESUS CHRIST. there's a special place in hell for people who overcomplicate this.
ALL THE BEST, MWAH, I LOVE YOU ALL. you're gonna shift, i know it!
this ^^^
pedro pascal is so fine. ima need him to come here fr
want him so bad
Forgive yourself if today was a bad day.
Forgive yourself if things didn’t go according to plan.
Forgive yourself, even if you feel like you messed up.
Be gentle with yourself. You’re doing the best you can.
SYMBOLSSSS 4 U
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𓎟 𓎡 𓎢 ✿ ❀ 。 ˚ ˳ ∘ ◡ ◠ ᴗ ᴖ ╭ ╯ ╰ ╮ ⟢ ⟣ ⟡ ❛ ❜ ❝ ❞ ☆ ★ ✦ ⋆ ✰ ✮ ✩ ✧ 𓈒 ₊ ⁺ ʚ ɞ ⁾ ₍ ₎ ⁽ 𓂃 ♡ ♥︎ ⌣ ⌢ ⠀╬⠀╪ ⌓ † ⏖ ⊹ ✙ ✚ ⦂ †⃨⃰ ⠀།† ‧̍̊ ི ⠀⦅ྐ✚͜͡⦆
◞◟◝◜⠀˚. ˖ ۫⠀♱◌⠀𖥟⠀·͙⠀𖧧̣̥⠀𖥨᩠ׄ݁⠀༢ུ⠀𓉳 ◟ ͜ ◞⠀◜ ͡ ◝
⊃ ⠀◌ ⠀┄⠀ 𝒢 ⠀◞⠀ ⁺⠀ ⥰ ⠀𓍢 ⠀𓂃 ⠀𓂅 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ᴗ⠀ᴖ⠀﹒⠀♰⠀♱⠀☆⠀★⠀✦⠀✰⠀˚⠀。⠀。⠀˳⠀﹐⠀†⠀┄⠀𓂅⠀⊂⠀⊃⠀∪⠀⋂⠀✿⠀―⠀﹢⠀﹘⠀𓈊⠀𓎟⠀𓎡⠀◠⠀◡⠀ᶻz⠀╰⠀╮⠀╭⠀╯⠀◞⠀ ◟⠀◜⠀◝⠀ıllı⠀ꜝ⠀⚢⠀⚣⠀⚥⠀₊⠀𝜗𝜚⠀﹫⠀♩⠀𓏲⠀𝄢⠀∿⠀⊰⠀⟡⠀⊹⠀ʬʬ⠀꜆⠀ ˘⠀➴⠀♪⠀═╪⠀⩇⠀︵⠀﹑⠀⇄⠀⇅⠀⇉⠀—⠀ꜜ⠀♫⠀⥰⠀⤷⠀◌⠀♡⠀♥︎⠀⦂⠀⋌⠀⋋⠀⁾⠀⟆⠀⬭⠀⬬⠀>⠀<⠀︿⠀⍵⠀﹙⠀﹚⠀⏆⠀🜲⠀❛⠀❜⠀➳⠀⿸⠀┈⠀⪩⠀⪨⠀➷⠀⌓⠀₎⠀⤹⠀✻⠀─⠀✾⠀⊢⠀⤶⠀﹏⠀❀⠀⫟⠀↶⠀⟡⠀▽⠀⑅⠀⏖⠀↺⠀↷⠀⁘⠀═╬⠀⟢⠀⸝⠀❝⠀❞⠀⿻⠀﹕©⠀━━╋━⠀✞⠀𝄞⠀╱⠀╲⠀⠀⌣⌣⠀⠀⌢⠀⠀♮⠀⁺⠀ꜛ⠀﹪⠀⚘⠀⭒⠀︶⠀✧⠀ᵎ⠀⭑⠀˒⠀˓⠀﹗⠀⁾⠀⏦⠀˼⠀𓏏⠀×⠀✮⠀✩⠀⧼⠀⧽⠀⩋⠀✺⠀𝜗𝒞⠀₍⠀✤⠀•⠀│⠀﹣⠀♬⠀𐐩⠀˛⠀➛⠀🝮⠀𓂂⠀⤾⠀❦⠀➥⠀☾⠀☽⠀𓈒⠀╬═⠀⬩⠀∬⠀〣⠀×⠀𐐪⠀ɞ⠀﹔⠀✸⠀𝛏⠀⨳⠀⏇⠀𓎟⠀𓎢⠀𓎡⠀𓎠⠀𓏏⠀𓌔⠀𝒢𝒞⠀𝜗𐑞⠀𝒢ϱ⠀𝜗⍴⠀𝒢℘⠀𝜕ℯ⠀ ◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞ ♡⃟͚̊ ‧✧̣̥̇‧ 𓃹 ᦸᩚ ꒰ꦼ 。゚ ᨳ᭬ ྇ 🂱 𓋫 ︶ ☾☽ ✧ ◞◟◝◜ ◜ི◝ྀ ◝ྀ ୢ˚. ˖ ۫ ♱◌ 𖥟 ·͙ 𖧧̣̥ 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ུᩧ ༢ུ ྀུ 𓉳 ໒ ᩧ꒱ ໒ ᩧ ꒰ᩧ৯ ꒰ᩧv৯ ཤ ཥ ^ིྀ ♡ྀི ꢆ ♡̶ ♡ྀ ♡̷ ♡̵ 𝒢 𝒢𑄺 𐔌 ꣓ ᘛ ᘚ 𑣿ྀིྀ ◟ ͜ ◞ ◜ ͡ ◝ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ 𓏏𓏏 𓎟𓎟 †๋ †ั ꒰͡† ☆ ★ 𖩤𖩣 𖩨 𖾞 𖾝 𖾜 𛱺 𛱻 𛱼 𝜗𝜚 𞥙 𑅛𑅫 𑐉 𑐈 𑒱 𑒲 𑙗 𑙙 𑙗𑙙 𑙑 𑙒 𑙕 𑚅 𑚮 𑜩 𑅝 𑅞 𑅕 𑅒 𑅫 𑅛 ꢸ ꢹ ꢶ ꣀ ꣑ ꣒ ꣑꣒ ꦃ ꦌ ꣑ꦌ ꧌ ꧊ ꦿ ꫂ ︩ ︪ 𐏐 𐏑 𐨿 𐨠 ᭟ ᭕ ᭔ ᭃ ᭂ ᬾ ᬿ ᬹ ᬸ ⚸ ❧ ❦ ⨢ ⨥ ⼎ 、 〟 ꒸ ꒹ ꢷ ु ो ऻ २ ६२ া ໃ ໃ𑄺 ༑ ༈ ༬ ༩ ༳ ༲ ႛ ႚ ℘ ꒰ ꒱ ꒰꒱ ཊ ཉ 𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑄻 ᓭི ᓯྀ ✚ ᛪ༙ ✚ ᛪ༙ 𝄢 ❀ ꮽི ༏ྀ𑇒 ᩘ♱ྀི 𓉸ྀི հ 𓍼 𓏲 ༉ ℓ ་།་ ། ິ ꒦ີ ๑⃙⃘ ⋟ ⋞ ᓭི༏ ༏ᓯྀ ༏ ’ ༘ ˚ εϊз 𓋼 𓍊 ◛ ꈊ ✚ ꗃ ᩘ ❀ 𓎟⠀ ૮꒰ྀི ૮ ꒱ྀིა ა ૮ིྀ ིྀა ┣▇▇▇═── ℜ ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ ᐢ.ˬ. ᐢ ᦲ ᆺ ᦲ :‹ ♡̵ ❧⠀╳ ✕ ༻ ༺ ✁ ✃ ࿐ ༊ ᶿ̴̤᷇ ˒̫ ᶿ̴̤᷆ †⃨ ﹒ . ۫ · ᧔᧓ ˖ ࣪ㅤㅤꪮꫀ ⠀͡꒱ ·̩͙ ꒰͡𑁬 ྀུ ࿐ ﹒ ིྀ ˋૢ ೃ࿔ ִֶָ ᤴ ཐི ཋྀ ཐ ཋ 𓏴 𓏵 ࿐ ꪮ𑁨 𑁥𑄺 𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑄻 𓏶 ృ 𓂂 ࿐ྂ。 ๋ ั ꪇ ꪻ ꪮ౿ 𝜗౿ 𑄽𑄺 ᤳ ♱ ♰ ✟ ✞ ✝︎ ☨ † ┊ 𓋜 .﹒ 𐙚 ೨౿ ੭୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ୨˚̣̣̣୧ ꔫ ꪆৎ 𖧁୧ ౨୧ ೨୧ ୨ৎ 𓈒 ݂۫ ׄ 𓈒 ׄ ̫ ೃ ಌ ʚ ɞ ᜊ ໒ ૮ ა ణ ഒ ᨳ ഒ ◜ ͡ ◝ ◟ ͜ ◞ ⑅ ೀ 𝜗ৎ ꒰ྀི ꒱ྀི ꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིིྀ ✎⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀࿀⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀︵⠀⠀Ⳋ⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀୨⠀⠀ೀ⠀⠀ꔫ⠀⠀〇⠀⠀⍰⠀⠀ര⠀⠀ᝪ⠀⠀ ೀ⠀⠀ױ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ⠀⠀๑⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀꒪⠀⠀⟡⠀⠀✧⠀⠀✦⠀⠀ ꒩⠀⠀/⠀⠀✐⠀⠀᜴⠀⠀⠀⠀⃞⠀⠀⠀⠀⃝⠀✽⠀⠀ᰈ̠⠀⠀✩⠀⠀ꮼ⠀⠀ꮽ᤻⠀⠀▞⠀⠀⑇⠀⠀ᄶ⠀⠀⌒⠀⠀⌕⠀⠀‹𝟹⠀⠀ᄊ⠀⠀♡⃘ ⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀˲˲⠀⠀ഒ⠀⠀᱖⠀⠀♡⃕⠀⠀✿𝆬⠀⠀○⃘ ⠀⠀✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ ✧⠀⠀♡⃞⠀ᜊ⠀⠀𖧧⠀⠀੭⠀⠀࿁⠀⠀˙⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ꕀ⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀˙ 𐙚 ೨౿ ੭୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ୨˚̣̣̣୧ ꔫ ꪆৎ 𖧁୧ ♡ ━╂ ╬═ ❁ 𓊆 𓊇 𓌈 𓈀 ᕱ.ᕱ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ Ꮗ ᴗ • ❍ 〔 〕 ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ꧔ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ ᕱ୨♡୧ᕱ 𑁯 ╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈╮ ― ┄ │ ┈ ╱ ╲ ─ ﹏ ﹘ 𓌔 ═ ︶ ꔫ ꈍ ε з ଓ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⸝⸝ ҂ ∪ ⋂ ⋃⊂ ⊃ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ ◣ ◥ ω ☆ ଲ 𐙚 . ˙ 𖧧 ₊ ˚ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ 𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ 。 ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖ 𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 / 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕ ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞ ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞ ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 。 ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶! ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜。 ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○゚˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ ۫ ⁎ . 𓏲࣪ ּ ֗ ִ ּ ۪ ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒()﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ´ˎ˗ . *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:・ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:。.。 •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+゚ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ ✧・゚: ✧・゚: :・゚✧:・゚ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓 ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i!?!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ・͛♡̷̷̷・͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡・ ͜ʖ ・ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ・῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު` ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯 ⸝⸝⸝ 𓅿 𖠋 𓍲 𓍱 𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥 𓇥 ֒ ☄︎ 𓆱 𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 𓌉◯𓇋 𓎩 ⸝⸝ 𓌈˒˒ ⍤ 𓆸 𓊆 𓊇 ꒰ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ ⌇ ꪔ̤̮ ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹ ˚ * · ✮ . . ★ · ⊹ + * ⊹ °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ
⤷ 𓂅 ◞ ⥰ by : yinnaers
If you heard of writer’s block, get ready for reader’s block. You want to read. You have time. You know what to read; how have a pile of books ready to be read. You cannot sit still and focus enough to do so or you can’t even open the book.
peter parker x reader
summary: two times that peter parker is the sweetest boyfriend
“Y/N!” Peter hisses, knocking his knee into yours under the desk.
“What?” you whisper, not peeling your attention away from the board as you furiously copy down the notes.
“I’m bored.” he says sheepishly as you roll your eyes.
“Why don’t you maybe, focus on the lesson?” you suggest.
Peter groans dramatically and lays his head on top of his notebook.
“I know it all already.” he shrugs, leaning over and digging through your pencil case.
“Well we can’t all be geniuses,” you say as you flip the page and continue scribbling. “Some of us are gonna fail the test on radioactive substances if you don’t shut up and let me write.”
“I’m radioactive,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll tutor you before the test.”
He settles on a red pen from your pencil case and twirls it between his fingers, clicking it on and off repeatedly.
“Peter!” you mutter. “That is infuriating.”
“Sorry,” he grins at you, happy to have your attention for a moment, and sighing when you turn away, frowning at an especially lengthy paragraph in the textbook you and Peter were supposed to be sharing.
He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it in front of him, turning your arm palm-up. You ignore him as you read, attempting to understand the subject. You feel a slight tickling sensation of your wrist accompanied by the pressure of Peter’s hands as he hooks his arm around yours to give himself better access to you.
…emission of alpha particles, or conversion of neutrons to protons or the reverse…
You sigh, pushing the book away from you with your free hand. It’s impossible to concentrate with the tickling sensation on your wrist.
“Peter,” you hiss one last time. “What are you doing?”
Peter freezes, blinking like a deer in the headlights when you tip your gaze to where he’s working on your wrist. Inked onto the skin just below your palm in red ballpoint pen is a tiny, slightly lopsided heart. Leaning closer, you can make out a little ‘P’ entwined with your own first initial.
“Aw, Pete,” you whisper, quickly kissing his cheek ever so softly to avoid the glare of the teacher at the front. “It’s so sweet. You’re so sweet.”
Peter scrunches up his nose in response to your compliment, relishing the moment of attention from you he’d craved in a boring class.
“No,” he begins sweetly. “You’re-” “Parker!” below the teacher. Peter’s ears turned red as the whole class turned to glare at him. “Are you taking notes or are you just distracting Miss Y/L/N?”
Peter shrinks away from you, picking up the red pen and pretending to make notes.
You giggle, resuming your own work but not before nudging him underneath the table and pulling a face, earning yourself the sweetest grin from him.
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7:25am. Friday.
The incessant buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your dozing and you groan, picking it up blearily - only answering because you know exactly who’s calling. He calls at this time every school morning.
“Good morning my love,” he says cheerily. You can hear the faint beeping and honking of early morning traffic from his end of the line, proof that he’s out on his morning patrol like usual.
Your only reply is a sleepy ‘hhmf’ as you snuggle back into the duvet warding off the chilly New York morning.
“It’s time to get up, baby.” Peter says right on cue.
“But I’m so sleepy and cozy,” you protest. “I absolutely cannot get up for school.”
Peter chuckles, preparing himself for the sleepy argument you two have every morning when he calls to make sure you’re getting up.
“If you don’t get up and come to school, I won’t get to see you today.” he points out and you can almost hear the playful pout on his face as he speaks softly, knowing you’re still half asleep.
“You can come over after,” you say. “Imagine how chatty and cheerful I’ll be then when I’m fully rested.”
Peter shakes his head, resting on the rooftop of an apartment block. From his point of view he’s just across the street from your apartment and he can see your bedroom window, blinds still drawn to block out the morning rays.
“If you get up and come to school today, I’ll take you to that do-it-yourself pottery place after. They don’t close until six on a Friday.” he bargains.
You gasp.
“Lots of Pots?” you ask. “Can we make mugs for each other again?”
Peter chuckles, already picturing adding the new addition to the collection of multi-colored mugs you’d made for him and May so far.
“This is all conditional on you getting up, though.” he reminds you.
“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” you say as you kick the duvet off and make no move to stand up.
“No, you’re not,” Peter sighs as your blind doesn’t lift. “Looks like I’m swinging over then,” he says as he pushes himself to his feet. “Be at your window in a second or I’m breaking in and tipping you out of bed.”
Peter calling you after morning patrol to make sure you’re getting up for school had become routine over the few months of your relationship, usually ending up with him coming over and pulling your pajama-clad body out of bed before he himself would get changed into the school clothes of his he kept in your closet and making sure you both got out the door in time. And he loved it.
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at this point if no Sam cameo in Thunderbolts I am jumping outta the window
give me my personal icon back 😠
I wish I could rob $5 directly from Tumblr every time I click on that damn marketplace by accident
aaron taylor johnson and charlie heaton were both groomed by older, more powerful women when they were new to the industry. terry crews spoke of being sexually harassed by an executive. brendan fraser was sexually assaulted and the experience was so horrible for him that it spiraled him into a depression, affecting his career. his assaulter never faced charges. the kevin spacey trial is coming up where he is being charged for sexual assault.
if you GENUINELY care for male victims, at least famous ones, you’d make some noise about these cases. however, these past few months, i have hardly seen a bolstering of these cases. instead i see a campaign of inappropriate memes and edits being made. is that your way to show you “care about male victims” lmao?? by making a mockery of a case discussing dv topics?? i think people like to hide behind the guise of caring about male victims when it’s really just an excuse to engage in inappropriate, obscene behaviors.