late night thoughts
FORTUNA ↳ Henry's hallucinations.
His scarred hands grip the crayon so hard Mikey worries it’ll snap as it shakes weakly in his fist. The pencil falls to the paper with a sharp smack, and his tears swiftly follow it. It’s been weeks of this rinse and repeat, just shaken garbage filling the pages he used to love so dearly. He tries not to let it get to him, to put a smile on his face, but it hurts.
Just some good old-fashioned Mikey hurt/comfort :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41993160
people need other people or SOMETHING
THEY FUCKING DID IT SNSBSJSNSKKS forehead kiss I’m gonna KMS
saw the original and immediately rushed to make this
He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.
One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.
OR
When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?
bro is knee deep in the passenger seat
an OUNCE of fucking decorum wyll?????
Yooo new Tumblr Sexyman just dropped 🤖