Wade tries to figure out why Peter’s parents agreed to let him stay the night and does his best Bambi impression.
Wade tries to figure out why Peter’s parents agreed to let him stay the night and does his best Bambi impression.
The lovely queenkatifire requested a pic of toddler Peter hugging a plushie of Toothless (Hope you like it ;D)
khaaaaaaaaaaaan replied to your post: There needs to be code words for people who want…
“X-Vengers” could be a tag for crossovers; or idk “Marvel Universe”
X-Vengers and Marvel RP are in my likes now, and they basically mean I will play with any character within that spectrum.
“I’m scared. But I know Wade cares about me. Because he’s scared too.”
How being a sadist effects Wade’s relationship.
That every time I see something related to the domestic Avengers I want to throw my computer out the window?
Like STOP BITCH SHUT UP NO THOSE MOVIES ARE NOT PART OF THE SAME CONTINUITY THEY MEAN NOTHING FUCK OFF
A: No.
The new College Program transfers have been struggling, learning how to take embroidery orders…
I made this fake baby blanket with name and a character stitch order to train them how to fill the form out correctly.
Wade tries to figure out why Peter’s parents agreed to let him stay the night and does his best Bambi impression.
Wade tries to figure out why Peter’s parents agreed to let him stay the night and does his best Bambi impression.
2541w. Fluff. Superfamily. In which Tony and Peter get haircuts together. Oh my lord, I didn’t know I’d write this much in one fluff. Honestly, I don’t know how I did it - but I did haha! Thanks gazzymouse for the prompt! Enjoy!
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You guys… My 16 year old brother and I were talking about TAS last night after he say the premiere in Texas (I’m in Fl). We were discussing the possibilities for the next movie… Then he randomly says this. ……….we have never discussed SuperFamily before. I’ve never felt more related! Hahaha.
HE SHIPS IT!
or anything else while I’m at work… I’ll come home and gif if, write it, or draw it later.
That’d be cool.
“Peter?” A flash of fire shined behind his eyelids.
“Peter?” Something smooth but heavy collided with his face. He felt himself lift up, like he was going to take off and fly.
Everything he knew crashed down around him when he woke up in a hospital bed. He hadn’t been in a hospital since he was nine when Aunt May broke her arm. Peter’s arm was in a cast. Where was his Aunt May now?
Everything Peter knew was being swept up on the corner of 83rd and 2nd. He’d never seen the road so wild, thinking NYC traffic didn’t allow for it. Unfortunately fifty year old men driving twenty thousand pound semi trucks sometimes drink when their third wife takes their money and runs. And sometimes they think they’re slamming their breaks at the last minute to stop at a red light but in their drunken state they get the pedals mixed up in their head.
His eyes opened and he didn’t know how to feel. Thankful to be alive or regretful. At first he could feel the awkward numbing sensation stirring in his wrist. The parts inside of his arm felt out of place and that would explain why it was covered in gauze and plaster. His other arm was wrapped but he didn’t know it was because he was left with burns from his thumb to his elbow. Next he felt a throbbing around his eye and it stinging cut above his brow. He flew forward in the car and his face slammed into the headrest of the passenger seat. Then his temple made impact with the window despite his seatbelt. At some point the car flipped and Peter was found wedged between backseat and the dashboard. The gap between the two had gone from three yards to just inches. Obviously Peter was in much better shape than Uncle Ben’s car. Where was his Uncle Ben now?
