My Friend Who Is Training To Be A 911 Operator Just Told Me That They Are Having To Restrain Themself

We do have reputations

gonna see my son tonight

Chapter two is out!

Chapter one of my slow burn spideypool fic!

The man he’s holding by the shirt slumps to the ground as his grip unfolds. His knuckles ache, but his heart still itches for another fight.

Sensing his intentions, Wade clears his throat. “Not here for a fight! Though I’d totally love to see you kick my ass, several times, with your hand-“

“Shut up.”

“Yep! Lips are sealed.” He mimes the motion of zipping up his mouth, then shudders as if the very thought would drive him mad.

“What do you want with me?”

he is cold

My stray dog that I picked up off the streets. He can do tricks I guess

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my good good friend @definitelynotshouting introduced me to this song so it was only fair to do some fanart for their hunger au about it >:}

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

Update on grief and guillotines!

I’m sure you’ve all noticed my incredibly slow upload time on this latest chapter, it’s been about month or so, but writers block has hit me hard while I’m busy with life stuff!

Nevertheless I am still, albeit very slowly, writing the final chapter! I have no plans or intentions to abandon the fic, so please bear with me!

"this lasting pain"