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OIKAWA TOORU IS TOM HOLLAND WHEN HE PERFORMED 'UMBRELLA' FOR THE LIP SYNC BATTLE. Lemme explain the vision; post!timeskip Oikawa with all that athleticism and muscle and dance skills he picked up in Brazil. Combined with his love for promo, absolute banger media training and stellar fucking charm + charisma.
This man would go extra, he'd be a diva and proud and do it all over again. Fuck ego and fragile masculinity, he'd damn well do the fucking WAP. So yes, the very fucking least he'd be doing is creating THE iconic moment in the lip sync battle or go down trying because this man (mine) comes to win.
Ok these are just sketches but it’s my first time drawing Venom and Spider-Man and I think they turned out alright. I’m very new to muscle anatomy and foreshortening. So any constructive criticism is definitely welcome!
ok, hear me out. I’m thinking of writing a Love, Simon kind of thing, but with Parkner. I can imagine it really well, but would it be good?
daily dose of irondad!
daily dose of irondad part 10!
it’s not really that irondad but it’s been sitting in my camera roll for a long time since I made it
Daily dose of irondad part 9!
daily dose of irondad part 8!
Daily dose of irondad part 7!
Daily dose of irondad part 6!
Daily dose of irondad part 5!
Daily dose of irondad part 4!
Daily dose of irondad part 3!
Daily dose of irondad part 2
daily dose of irondad!
My pookie bear did not kill anyone. (probably)
🖤
Character: *is literally twice my age*
Me: 🤤
Sane Person: but—
Me: shhhh
Me: must protect my baby
I guess..
Apparently I like British guys with the first name Tom....
A/N- For those of you that don’t remember…
Peter 1= Tom’s Peter
Peter 2= Tobey’s Peter
Peter 3= Andrew’s Peter
Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.
Peter 3: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?
Peter 1: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.
Peter 2: Guys.
A/N-For those who don't remember which one is which, Tobey is Peter 2, Andrew is Peter 3, and Tom is Peter 1.
Peter 2: Y/N, you'll be working with Peter 3 and Peter 1.
Y/N: Alright! My fantasy threesome!
Everyone else: *blank stares*
Y/N: ...Of people on a team.
*spoilers for Spider man: No Way Home trailer*
AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS IN THE TRAILER WHEN SOMEONE SAID "Be careful what you wish for Parker" SOUNDED LIKE JAMES FRANCO!!!!!!!!
I'M F***KING HYPERVANTALATING
WTF IS THIS F***KING TRAILER
PLEASE SEND HELP
meio q eu consegui fazer uma capa e uma sinopse, bem como tbm consegui escrever depois de séculos com bloqueio criativo??? meio q amei fazer essa capa, achei ela bem cute apesar de ter ficado escura (ainda n aprendi a mesclar efeitos ;-;
e aqui está a sinopse da fic:
"Peter Parker foi ao Starbucks, e lá se apaixonou instantâneamente pela garçonete"
Sim, essa é a sinopse. Clara e direta. Ao contrário das outras fics q prometi postar, essa aqui eu consegui finalmente tocar no word com uma ideia firme em mente, ent ela vem aí o/
Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2:
He acknowledged it!!!! I was dying of laughter when I saw his post😂😂😂
So he’s ok with it 🙌🏾🙌🏾😂😂😂😂
Yeesss.
REBLOG IF YOURE IN LOVE WITH TOM HOLLAND’S SPIDERMAN
I love this photo of Tom Holland because he looks like a kid that’s been listening to his racist relatives argue over Christmas dinner for the last half hour:
I saw Uncharted, I like it a lot but the movie is VERY different from video games. Anyway Tom did a good job, let’s say he managed to show me and make me understand his Nathan Drake. 3.5/4 of 5 ⭐️ imo.
three months
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
synopsis: peter reminds you just how much he's missed you.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: fluffy makeup sex, minors dni !!
a/n: happy new year!! i hope this year brings you so much joy <3 this is my first time writing smut so let me know what you think!! try to spot the tasm2 references :p
it's been three months since peter decided to leave.
and it was impossible to not miss what once was. you couldn't help but miss those big, brown doe eyes. you couldn't help but miss the gentle touches he left on your skin in passing. you couldn't help but miss how he would try his hardest to get you to laugh after a bad day. and you couldn't help but miss the empty promise he spoke to you almost every day,
"i'm never letting you go."
and now, as you lay in bed, clad only in his faded blue jacket and your favorite underwear, you couldn't help but miss how good his body felt against yours.
it's been three months since peter decided he wasn't good for you.
peter had come to your window one night after a night on patrol. he could only utter words of worry, letting you know just how much danger he was putting you in by wearing the mask.
you were reluctant about it at first, of course. you didn't want peter to decide your path for you. but you knew he only wanted to keep you safe. and you knew he wouldn't give it up.
so you gave in.
you weren't a total disaster without him. you knew you could go on without him. but that didn't make it hurt any less. you built a world with peter, allowed yourselves to get lost in each other. how could you not still love him?
it's been three months since peter met you at your window.
so you were a little startled to hear familiar taps echo through your room. the sound snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find peter just outside your window. your mind, along with your heart, raced a mile a minute as you took him in. he was standing on the fire escape, offering you the slightest smile.
still dorky as ever.
you hesitated, not quite sure you were ready to see him after what felt like an eternity. nevertheless, you managed to peel the sheets off your body, feeling only slightly exposed in front of him.
unlocking the window, you take a step back, eager to hear what peter has to say.
"hi," he whispers, a small grin etching across his lips as he recognizes his jacket.
"hi," you repeat, suddenly unable to find words of your own.
"can i come in? it's kinda cold out here." he's fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, a habit you only now realized you missed.
"yeah," you let out a breathy laugh before continuing, "of course, pete."
he was a little awkward climbing through the small opening, but that was all part of the peter parker charm you'd come to love so much. and once he was in, standing in front of you, all you could manage to do was stare at him. you weren't sure where to go from here.
peter took a step closer to you, further fogging your mind. there was minimal space between you now—and you were well aware.
it's been three months since peter looked you in the eyes.
and it was only now could you see the few tears that managed to escape and fall onto his flushed cheeks.
"can i hold you?" he asks just above a whisper. the slight crack in his voice makes your heart ache. you nod without any hesitation, excited to feel his touch once again. he slowly brings his hands up to your waist, gently squeezing. the seemingly innocent action makes you weak.
it's been three months since peter has touched you.
it was hard to fathom how the mere touch of his fingertips could make you so hot. you feel your face heat up at the abrupt thought of peter between your legs. and as you stare into your ex-lover's eyes, you wish he would say something, anything, to divert your mind.
"i'm sorry," he starts, letting out a small chuckle, "i couldn't stand being away from you any longer."
with confusion clouding over your features, you begin to probe, "peter i don't un-"
"i was so wrong, y/n. so so wrong." one of his hands comes up to slightly graze your cheek. "you're my path, y/n. you're my path."
the word he chose to emphasize does something to you.
"i'm never letting you go, again." he somehow manages to bring himself closer, now resting his forehead against yours. he shakes his head, repeating, "never, baby."
you couldn't help but smile thinking about your next words, "prove it." peter matches your smile before connecting his lips to yours.
it's been three months since peter has kissed you.
and with that singular kiss, the man has your mind running wild thinking of all the things you want him to do to you.
his hands leave your waist, instinctively finding the curve of your ass. "i've missed you," he mutters against your lips. "so much." his actions emphasize his words as he fervently grabs fistfuls of you. reaching your hands up, you tug on his familiar unruly locks. he lets out a small whimper, letting you know just how much he needs you.
growing hungry, peter glides one hand under your thigh, followed quickly by the next. you let out a squeal as peter swiftly picks you up, already feeling his cock straining against his jeans. you couldn't help but smile between kisses.
he's finally yours again.
peter hurriedly walks over to your bed, hands sliding across your back as he gently places you upon the sheets. that’s one thing that’s never changed about him—always so gentle.
nudging your sides and humming against your mouth, he mutters “let me see you, pretty girl.”
he makes you dizzy.
you reluctantly unwrap yourself from him, now feeling small under peter's gaze. seeing you turn your head away, peter places a finger under your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. and with a toothy grin, peter speaks a low “hi,”
“hi,” you repeat, overwhelmed by his tender demeanor.
peter leans in once again, this time nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. he places scattered kisses across your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin.
drawing his hands down to your waist, he slips his fingers under the worn out jacket adorning your body.
your body retreats at first, overstimulated after months without his touch. peter quickly catches on, pulling back, concern littering his features. “is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to lose you just as soon as he got you back.
“yeah, it’s okay,” bringing a hand up to his face, you run your fingers over his now rosy lips. “just forgot how good you felt.”
“you’ll be the end of me, y/n.” he smiles, lips quickly returning to yours.
peter’s hands find your body, his actions hurried this time. finding the zipper of your jacket, peter swiftly pulls the small piece of metal down your torso, only now noticing you had gone without a bra tonight.
“fuck baby,” he says just above a whisper, thumbs coming up to softly run over your nipples. “you’re so pretty, petal”
that fucking nickname.
peter brings his head down, connecting his lips to one of the erected buds. the feeling making you lose your breath. running your hand through his hair, you plead, “peter, please. do something.” “eager?” peter teases as he pulls away, a cocky smile plastered on his lips. you roll your eyes as you your hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it off.
you've missed his body so much—missed him so much.
your heart fluttered at the view in front of you. placing your legs over his shoulders, peter found his way between our legs. he littered soft kisses over each of your thighs, careful to remain eye contact with you. “peter,” you whine, not sure if you could take any more of his teasing. taking the hint, peter steadily slides the lacy material down your legs.
it's been three months since peter has tasted you.
your back arches slightly as peter traces his tongue over your slit. his fingers quickly follow suit, only then ghosting his tongue lightly over your clit. “i’ve missed the way you taste," he murmurs against you. tugging slightly on his hair, you silently beg for something more.
making his way up your body, peter littering small kisses here and there—until finally connecting his lips to yours once again. his hands now occupied with the button of his jeans. matching peter's eagerness, your hands rush to remove the tattered jacket from your body.
this was met with a soft "no," from peter. hands coming up to cup your face. he's slow with his words, "leave it on," leaving a small peck to the tip of your nose, he continues, "wanna fuck you in my clothes." his words leave you trembling—the small smile he offers a stark contrast to his words. a small "okay," was all you could muster as you laid back, willing to give yourself fully to him.
hovering over you now, fully unclothed, peter gives you an endearing smile. "what?" you mumble, bringing your hands to cover your face.
the silence is calm, full of love.
"i love you," he whispers, pulling your arms down. his eyes find yours and you swear you could see the sincerity of his words. overwhelmed with all the emotions those simple words brought you, you remind him, "i haven't heard you say those words in months, pete" this time feeling small under your gaze, peter's eyes shift to nothing in particular.
"i love you." you finally repeat. his eyes light up, a goofy smile dancing across his lips. "i love youuu" he drags out playfully, sending you into a small fit of giggles. "god, i love that sound." he says, voice now low and full of ardor.
he knew exactly what to say and how to say it—your peter.
you wrap your arms around his neck, the blue fabric contrasting beautifully against his skin. now you know why he bought this thing. keeping your eyes on him, peter rolls himself into you effortlessly, as if he never left.
it's been three months since peter has fucked you.
"peter," you whine, your darling boy now stretching you out. you felt so full after months of feeling empty. "you okay?" he's gentle, more than willing to take as much time as you need. "yeah, i'm okay." you smile, "just needed a moment. go ahead." "that's my girl," he chuckles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you.
god he fucks good.
"look so good in my clothes, baby." peter's movement falters, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist—your back arching at the new position. the heat in your stomach growing with each thrust.
you two are fully consumed, wanting nothing more than to feel each other. familiarizing yourselves with each other's bodies like you did all those years ago. he's your everything right now—and always.
peter picks up his pace, pressing his forehead against yours—making eye contact as he pounds into you. "feels so good," he murmurs, glancing down at where your bodies connect. needing something more, you lift your hips up to meet him, creating the perfect rhythm. his thrusts become unforgiving, but never too much.
"fuck, pete," you cry, now looking into his eyes. "m gonna cum," your hand goes to find your center, only to be stopped by peter, quick to trace lazy circles over your clit, the overbearing sensation causing you to arch further into him. "that's my girl," he coos, "let go for me, baby,"
"peter," you mewl, now overcome by pleasure. pounding into you now once—twice, until he cums. peter drops his head into the crook of your neck, painting your walls with his hot cum.
"you okay?" he asks breathlessly. you could only respond with a simple yes. his cock twitches as he pulls out of you, moaning at the loss. the feeling of his cum spilling out of you leaves you high.
peter lifts his head, soft eyes gazing into yours now—always so pretty after a good fuck. the comfortable silence is broken by him, "i'm never leaving you again," his head shakes lightly as he says these words, "ever." a small smile forms on your lips, knowing just how much he means it. mirroring your smile, he continues, "and i'm gonna do everything in my power to make you believe that."
it's been three months and peter has never stopped loving you.
sick days
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
synopsis: peter helps to make sick days bearable.
a/n: just a little something bc i miss u guys <3
tagging some mutuals: @kelieah @dhtomholland
summer nights
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader
synopsis: summer nights spent with arvin are your favorite.
word count: 1.0k
warnings: none, just lightly edited
a/n: my first arvin fic!! this rlly has no plot just vibes :p hope u like it! <33
you had been awoken by the heat of the mid-august night. a light sheen of sweat covers your skin as you register where you had fallen asleep. the makeshift walls of the fort were illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the entrance. following the arm lightly draped over your waist, you find a snoozing arvin. a slight pout had formed on his pink lips, leaving you to wonder what he was dreaming about.
whatever it was, he was handsome in every sense of the word.
gently brushing a piece of once slicked back hair behind his ear, your mouth curves into a smile as you remember how your dearest boy ended up in your arms tonight.
“hey there, lover boy!" you call to your boyfriend from the doorway of your childhood home. the corners of his mouth quirk up as he shuts the door to his rusty pickup. stuffing his hands in his tattered denim jacket, he jogged his way over to you. and after stomping his way up the porch steps, arvin sweeps you up into a bone-crushing hug.
“i missed my pretty girl.” his voice was full of sincerity- one of the many things you appreciated about this man.
“i missed you too, arvin.” he loved it when you said his name in what he calls that “pretty little voice of yours”.
the faint smell of cigarettes fills your nose, a smell you’ve grown quite fond of since going steady with arvin. excited to show arvin his surprise, you wrap your arms around his waist, leading him into the house.
the floorboards creak under your feet as you escort your boyfriend into the living room. every blanket you could muster could be found in the middle of the living room floor. the sheets are draped over chairs, creating a canopy of different colors and textures. accompanying the blankets were pillows, haphazardly placed inside.
arvins eyebrows drew together, asking a simple “what’s this?” his eyes darted between you and the fort.
“i wanted to build you a fort. y'know, like the ones you made when you were younger.” you searched his face for any discontent. “i hope it’s okay.” you murmur after a couple moments of silence, feeling only slightly stupid.
“nah,” he turns to you, a slight blush dancing across his cheeks, “it’s quite alright, baby.”
he always knows just what to say.
stepping out of your grasp, he quickly offers his hand out to you. and being more than happy to take it, you let arvin walk you over to your childish creation.
taking a seat on the blanketed floor, arvin follows suit. a small smile playing upon his lips as he surveys the care you put into the fort, “you did good, baby.”
flustered over his attentiveness, you mutter a small thanks.
and after hours of talking, the warmth of the sun seeping through the sheets seemed to have lulled you both to sleep.
and that's where you find yourself now- tangled up with your lover on the hottest summer night. the low hum of your refrigerator accompanied by the chirping of crickets being the soundtrack for tonight.
growing tired of the stillness, you decide to wake arvin. eager to see your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, you scatter gentle kisses all over arvin's face. and only after a couple pecks, his lashes flutter against your cheek.
his groans are light as he pulls you closer to his person. you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth.
"mmm, you're warm." you say as you place soft kisses over his skin. and without missing a beat, he responds with "you're pretty."
a smirk grows on your lips as you pull back to look at his face. "arvin russell, are you flirting with me?" you tease.
"me? always."
your hand finds its way back to his hair, eyes lingering on his lips. he seems to have done the same, as he leans in closer. a half smile plays on his lips until they connect with yours.
kissing arvin was something you could never grow tired of.
"oh shit, baby." he mumbled against your lips, "what time is it?"
reluctantly pulling away, you bring your hand up, checking the time on your hand-me-down wristwatch. "twelve past nine, why?"
arvin sits up as soon as the words fall from your mouth. pressing a small kiss to your temple, he starts to search the fort for his things. "my folks are expecting me."
sitting up with a slight pout on your face, you ask him "won't you stay?"
he stops his search to look at you, "oh, i'd love to darling, but-"
"please?" you press, needing him to stay just this once. you give him a certain look, a look you learned to use on arvin months ago.
he lets out a small breathy laugh, hand coming up to brush your cheek, "you're makin' it real hard to say no, darling."
"then don't."
he pulls in for another kiss. his lips are warm and soft, gently pecking yours. these kisses let you know arvin needs you just as much as you need him tonight.
"you can phone your folks, tell ‘em i said hi." you mumble against him, trying your best to assure him.
arvin smiles to himself, hand coming down to your now puffy lips. his eyes follow as he grazes his fingers across your bottom lips.
choosing your words carefully, you start "and you can stay tonight,” you gently brush his hair. “and every night.” his hand stops.
his eyes now coming in contact with yours. something you can only describe as relief wash over his features.
“and we could build all the forts you'd like, arvin."
he tackles you, arms wrapping tightly around your figure. he takes some time before whispering a gentle "i'd thought you'd never ask, baby."
and as the night went on, the fort had become home to many small giggles and needy kisses (and many more fingers near mouths).