here’s my masterlist bubs!! lmk if a link doesn’t work !! the sizes are currently messed up
idolize; he loved being spider-man, but i think he loved you more
homecoming ; five seconds ago, you were happy to place your heart into his hands, thinking he would take care of it as best and as long as he could, but you could’ve sworn he dropped it and left it in the busy streets of sweet new york.
homecoming 02; the sun still rises, the moon still falls, people still talk. The moon does not rise and fall around peter parker
this is it ; But then you think about the way the words I love you always fall from your honey dripping lips, and Peter’s reply with a small smile, and how cold the bed feels when he leaves before the sun has touched your skin, and you know he doesn’t love you.
could’ve ; “Peter, you could’ve died.” “I almost did.”
perfect ; there were times where he was golden and he was without a flaw and he seemed to make everything better, make everything almost as perfect as him. […] and then were the days when you wondered why you did it.
ablaze ; “i’m not a hero like you — i burn everything in my way and i’m not even trying to. i don’t wanna hurt anyone, peter.”
honeyed happiness ; “and his lips find yours again, defused sunlight filling you until happiness is the only thing you can feel — happiness and peter parker. though, you suppose those two go hand and hand.”
maybe ; “and there’s no more maybe. there’s no more almost, no more misunderstanding. everything is crystal clear in the dimmed light of skyline apartments’ lobby. there is no more maybe. there is no more love.”
angelic ; “you wouldn’t be surprised if he really was an angel, small and beautiful, fallen from the white gates of heaven and fell flat to the flower fields of the earth.”
rift ; “that’s what your peter would do, but this boy standing in front of you, no matter how much he looks like peter and sounds like peter, he is not peter parker. he is the devil in the shape of a boy you love, and he’s killing you.”
father’s day ; “hey, dad. hey, uncle ben. happy father’s day, i miss you.”
waiting with the moon ; “you don’t even know if he’s alive, but you find comfort in the solace of the moon and her children.”
quiet ; “you wake up in peter’s arms. the sun is pouring through the blinds and the cars are moving along outside. it’s a bright saturday morning and all is okay.”
twister; “but somehow, after all that, after all the splashing and laughing and love, you end up with your left leg over peter’s, and his right arm over your head, while ned flicks the twister arrow and michelle laughs in the corner.”
surrender ; a small surrender on the floor of his bedroom. a small plead for the help you didn’t even know you needed. “alright, i give up. i do need help, but only from you. let’s keep this right here, in this room.”
wind; more often, it seems, it picks up its work once more and whisks him away further and further away with each blow and it seems as if your relationship might fall away like the pedals of dandelions in a toddler’s fingers.
temporary fix;“this,” you gesture around to the room, him, “was all just a temporary fix.”
blueberry pancakes; “he wonders where he could ever find something like this — something so pure and so good his heart speeds up just thinking about it. something that scrambles his brain and makes him feel like a sixteen year old lovebug.”
moonlight seranade ; “it’s not unusual for you to be awoken by bucky’s screams, no, rather it happens often, yet it still frightens you every time.”
summary: there were times where he was golden and he was without a flaw and he seemed to make everything better, make everything almost as perfect as him. […] and then were the days when you wondered why you did it.
There were times when it seemed Peter Parker was perfect.
There were times where he was golden and he was without a flaw and he seemed to make everything better, make everything almost as perfect as him. Those were the days where his smiles were the most important thing and the squeak in his voice was the cutest thing that ever fell upon your open ears. Days where the sun paled in comparison and no peach could match the color of his cheeks while little fairies sprinkled dust all around them. He was made of the pixie dust and sunbeams. Times when the flowers blossomed as he passed, just to say a quiet hello to the teenage boy who was made of all things pure and happy in the world, to say hello to the only boy as unreasonably good as Peter Parker. You always swore he was the axis your world spun on — yet so many other world’s spun of him as well. There were times where your utter love for Peter Parker was inevitable and justified.
And then were the days when you wondered why you did it. Why you told him everything was okay even though he was thirty minutes late and basically missing half the time, you wondered why you put up with Peter Parker. You wonder where he runs off to and how he gets there and why it’s so important — you wonder all of this until you’re drowning in questions you don’t have answers to, the same question Peter wants you to believe he doesn’t have answers to either. You think about how he’s never there most of the time, how he seems to leave you during dates, how he’s always running from something. Then comes the cycle of loving his jokes and loving that red flannel, and loving him. All it ever does is repeat itself in the same heartless, overflowing rotation. Peter Parker is a complete mystery and he doesn’t to be solved.
“What exactly do you mean by, I can’t make it to the dinner that we’ve been planning for weeks, to meet your parents? Please tell me exactly what you mean by that.”
“I mean, I can’t make it. I gotta go grocery shopping with May,” he mutters. There’s a kind of blocking in his throat, a lump to keep him from crying, looking at your broken face.
“Seriously? Grocery shopping with May? You know this is the only time both my parents can get off work at the same time and we were really looking forward to this. Are you sure May can’t just find like… another grocery shopping buddy? Or go another time?” Your eyes are tired of the constant flaking and constant emptiness Peter leaves. You didn’t know why you even expected Peter to follow through, he never did.
Peter reaches across the lunch table. “I’m sorry, it’s really important.”
“Last time I checked, grocery shopping wasn’t the end of the world. More important than me?”
“Don’t do that.”
Peter is exhausted that day. He’s exhausted of the saddened look on your face that reaches your eyes, exhausted of being the cause and source of the saddened look. He tired of not being able to tell you about Spider-Man, and how he ditches you but it’s not to go grocery shopping with May. You’re tired of how seemingly reckless he is and how he used to care so much and now so little. He’s tired of letting you down and you’re tired of being let down.
“It’s fine, Peter,” you lean across quickly to kiss his cheek. “It’s always fine because I’m so stupid that I let it happen. It’s completely okay because I’m used to it. See you later. Maybe. Don’t know if you’ll be here.” You know you’re being passive aggressive but the words keep falling out and they won’t stop.
“C’mon, Y/N. Stop that.”
You suck in a shaky breath. “I can stop it when you follow through with promises. And I’ll stop it when I learn to stop forgiving you and hold you accountable. I always let this happen and I won’t do it anymore.” The look in his eyes is blinding and pouring out with so much heartache and melancholy you can’t look at it for much longer. “I miss you Peter. The actual you who wants to spend time with me, and who loves me. I miss freshman Peter, alright? Whatever’s is going on with you, figure it out and then come talk to me. I won’t do this any longer. I can’t.”
“Please don’t say that, don’t do that Y/N.”
“I’m not. Not yet. Unless you can love me again. I want my boy back. My Star Wars loving boy who just wants to give endless hugs to everyone. And I’m not the only one. When was the last time you built a Lego set with Ned?” She turns around and walks to sixth period before Peter can see her hand clamp over her mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle a cry.
Dinner that night is awkward. It’s disapproving stares from your parents at the seat where Peter should be, it’s stiff laughing and uncomfortable small talk. There’s a cloud looming over your head as you pick at the lasagna your mother made — something you mentioned Peter liked, one, twice, or maybe twenty times. You don’t look up and you don’t know what to say because you have no excuses — you’re just as disappointed as they are.
Peter Parker is not perfect today. He is not moonbeams on a spring night and he is not sunshine after a snowstorm, not today. Today he is the rolling of the ocean on a stormy day and smoke that blocks the stars from view. He is the sputtering engine of a car that used to be in perfect use. He is falling falling falling deeper into Spider-Man and farther away from you, falling until he can only see darkness.
So no, Peter Parker is not perfect all the time. You only wished he was today.
click here to be directed to 198320 80x80 gif icons of ISRAEL BROUSSARD as carter davis in the film happy death day (2017) (update: + interviews or other clips from youtube). all of these gifs were made by me from scratch. i love this lil cutie and he had no gifs so i god damn made some. i plan on also maybe making 100x100 or medium ones for personal use, but let me know if you’d be interested in them. cw for one gif where he gets punched?
(i didn’t make one of his neck getting snapped lol). like or reblog if you plan to use them, thanks!
“capricorn. it’s a zodiac sign. wait. we had horoscopes underground, so shouldn’t you have had them too?”
“OH! IT’S PART OF THE HOROSCOPE?! I USED TO REALLY PUT MY DEDUCTION SKILLS TO THE TEST AND SOLVE THOSE EVERY DAY! I HAVEN’T SEEN ONE IN YEARS!! DOES ANYONE HAVE A NEWSPAPER??”
“HERE! I ALREADY SOLVED MINE, SO YOU CAN HAVE IT!” Papyrus hands over the newspaper, and Crooks smiles his thanks.
Immediately, he flips to the page.
“HM….” Crooks stares at the print.
“I’VE GOT IT! IT’S TELLING ME THAT I NEED TO MAKE A NEW PUZZLE TODAY! SOMETHING FLASHY THAT REQUIRES A LOT OF ENERGY TO GET THROUGH SAFELY!”
“WHAT ABOUT THE LOVE PORTION OF THE HOROSCOPE??”
“RIGHT! CAN’T FORGET THAT!” Crooks skims further down.
His sunken sockets are wide. “OH, WOWIE! SOMEONE REALLY WANTS TO DATE ME, HUH? WELL…. THAT’S NOT SURPRISING CONSIDERING I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO SHOWER ME WITH KISSES?? NYEH HEH HEH!” He grins wide, standing tall and confident.
“WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU’LL GET THE CHANCE TO DATE ME IF YOU CAN SOLVE MY NEWEST PUZZLE! THAT I’M ABOUT TO CREATE! IN JUST A MOMENT!!”
Most of these have probably already been stated somewhere, but I thought I’d compile some of my own along with my personal favorites.
He can dance. I know this is a fairly common thing and I’m so glad it is but he can dance. And he will try any kind of dance at least once. Ballroom, hip hop, break dancing, ballet- you name it, he’s tried it. And he’s very good at it. (Did you see his hips moving when he did the voltron cheer? The boy can dance)
Before joining the Garrison he life-guarded at his local pool. He also volunteered to do it at camps and special community events and he even helped with swim lessons for the local kids every summer.
Has read all of My Immortal. Multiple times. He tried to make Hunk read it but he always got out of it somehow until one night when Hunk was messing with some engineering work when Lance just started reading it out loud.
Which leads into the fact that Lance is fantastic at reading out loud. He gets into it- gives every character their own voice and does motions and everything. He developed this skill because he reads to his younger siblings and cousins and nieces and nephews when he’s at home and it’s a large part of why Hunk didn’t just put in headphones when he realized what Lance was reading to him.
The two of them from that day on will randomly quote it when they see fit. “So what did you do then?” “We started Frenching passively.” and “Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?”
Lance keeps his music meticulously organized. His CD’s are alphabetized in their own genre categories and every song on his ipod has the title of the song, band name, and what album it’s from. He has carefully thought out playlists for every occasion he can think of and after joining Voltron when something happens that he has the perfect playlist for but his ipod’s back on Earth he gets seemingly inexplicably frustrated for a few moments before bursting out in a purposely horrid rendition of one of the songs.
He would be a really good figure skater what with his fabulous dancing skills if only he could figure out how to balance first. As it is he can’t skate without holding onto the edge or someone else and even then he still falls multiple times.
He also knows every lyric to the High School Musical songs. Just the first one and like two songs from the second one because the second movie’s plot made him mad so he didn’t bother with anything outside of “What time is it?” and “I don’t dance” because hey they’re catchy.
Keith one day during training for forming mental links makes a comment along the lines of “Lance why do you feel so… wrong?” Hunk groans and it’s the only warning any of them get before Lance yells enthusiastically ”My head’s in the game but my heart’s in the song!!!!”
Um… that’s it for now. I probably have more but this got super song sorry
i think its a bit creepy to try to make an almost perfect simulation of a human but not give it any of the aspects that make us human. which is like,, free will and the ability to make choices. instead of just,, like jerking off or finding an actual human gf with like,, a heart and a brain and like organs and stuff, someone who you could talk and relate to after youre done using it /^: the reason they see vibrators and sex robots as the same is because they see women as masturbation tools
THE REASON THEY SEE VIBRATORS AND SEX ROBOTS AS THE SAME IS BECAUSE THEY WOMEN AS MASTURBATION TOOLS