peters face

remember that time i won a marvel superfan contest to see the guardians of the galaxy vol 2 cast at jimmy kimmel during a commercial break jimmy called out me and my friend in the front row for being girls who are also big nerds but then stuck us on national tv for a bit that made women the face of People Who Actually Read Comics for once????

it was awesome.

thepeterparker  asked:

Date Meme #73 with Peter Parker?

 73: ice skating/rollerblading

“You sure you know how to do this?”

The neon lights of the huge rollerblading rink lights up your form in a quite dazzling way. You stood in front of Peter, rolling back and forth on skates you personally owned—they were super nice with pretty colored wheels and laces up to the ankle. You kind of looked like a roller derby girl: calf high socks, jean shorts, and a dubious look on your face as Peter pulled the Velcro straps tight on his inlines.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got great balance. I’m as graceful as a spider,” he retorted, standing perfectly upright. He skated around you for a few seconds, tugging your hands free from your arms.  

“That’s not the first animal I would think of, but,” you muttered, wondering where Peter’s sudden skill came from. The Peter Parker you knew could hardly stand on his own two feet correctly, let alone roller blades.

Nevertheless Peter’s (surprisingly) strong grip led you to the floor of this half roller rink half arcade. You two skated side by side for a few laps, chatting amiably about this and that (“Is that a new shirt? It looks cool.” “Thanks. Did you hear what happened in Mr. Alan’s literature class?” “No, but have you read any of the Canterbury Tales?” “Yeah, you can have my notes.”) Peter suddenly dropped your hand, a smile etching onto his face.

“Wanna do something fun?” he said, the corners of his mouth curling mischievously.

“I thought skating with your girlfriend was fun enough” you mocked, clutching your hand to your heart. “I’m hurt, Peter.”

“Even more fun than that,” he pressed, skating circles around you. “Let’s race. Loser buys pizza.”

“I don’t know why you’re making this bet, Parker. I’m obviously going to win.” It was not a new occurrence for Peter to challenge you. He almost always did it as a way to get you fired up. But it was odd having him propose a physical race.

But he seemed smug enough, replying with a faux innocent tilt of his head. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” he says, drifting next to you. The two of you do on last leisurely round before Peter looks at you. You nod once.

“First one to make two wins. Ready, set,”

“Go!” you lunge forward, inertia propelling you as you coast off the first turn, smiling happily as Peter tries to catch up. He isn’t too much taller or bigger than you, so the match would be equal, but your skill is quite superior to his. You push yourself forward again, dodging between smaller kids before finally settling on the smaller inner ring of the skaters.

You feel pretty good about your lead until it closes, Peter sneaking behind you and barreling into the second lap. You nearly stop to gape at his speed, but as you do so he coasts by again, formally beating you.

He pauses, waiting for you to reach him. He quirks a brow. “You sure you know what you’re doing?” he mocks, eyes alive with mirth and satisfaction. Then, to add insult to injury, he says, “I want pepperoni and sausage.”

“Shut up, Parker!”


3 months post op and loving my body more and more every day. Looking back at the stills from my first time shirtless at the beach I can feel the happiness radiating off of me.


making funny faces at tom behind the camera when hes recording and he can’t keep it together

“I’m.. spider- pfft.” Tom starts to giggle as he looks at your face.

“whats a matter Tom?” You asked making another face.

“(Y/n). I can’t-” He busted out into laughter as he put his hands on his knees, not being able to hold it together.


Peter Cushing + That sexy neck thing he always does after getting choked out