the better spiderman

The difference between Iron Man and some other movies is that there’s no spider bite; there’s no magic bullet where a hero is born. We had to build him. We wanted people to remember that there’s a person inside that suit, and it will hurt if he falls
—  Don’t know where I read it but this shit hit me like a train.
Things aren't very good right now, so here's some good things to think about:

-Puppies and kittens are being born as we speak

-“Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” comes out a little over a month from now

-Sherlock. Back. 1st. of. January.

-Baby Groot and his jacket

-In the space of a season Jon Snow went from dead to resurrected to Targaryen lineage to King of The North

-giggling babies

-US Thanksgiving is coming so lotsa food time

-Leo DiCaprio has an Oscar

-“Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”, coz whales

-The Cloak of Levatation from “Doctor Strange”

-Donald Glover playing Young Lando

-There will still be a Doctor Who Christmas Special

-Spidey movie, Logan movie, Wonder Woman movie, Lego Batman movie, Thor 3 movie, Justice League movie…ALL next year

-Quokkas (seriously, google them)

One day you’ll be on a sidewalk somewhere, carrying a cup of coffee that you mistook for hot chocolate
People will hurry past you, trying to find validation,
(Or perhaps they simply want to get out of the cold;)
You’ll be making a mental list of everything you love

And the next day, or maybe a few days later
You’ll find yourself sitting on a bench in Central Park, surrounded by the crisp colors of autumn
Groups of people will pass by you occasionally,
Most will be wearing smiles as they soak up the sun dappling through the branches

You’ll have a journal out, a pen in hand, and you’ll write down that list of the things you love
When you take a deep breath, you’ll smell the snow that’s bound to come in another week or two;

After a moment of contemplation, you’ll add yourself to that list with a sigh of relief
— 

autumn, snow, coffee (suggested by spooky-scary-spiderman) | a.h

send me three words and I’ll write a poem with them!

Halloween 2016 #18: Generous

Length: Medium

My husband and I were taking our son trick-or-treating like we do every year. This year he was going as Spiderman, a better choice than the Spongebob he had before that, if you ask me. We were joined with a few friends and their children and proceeded in the neighborhood, stopping by each house one by one. Nothing was out of the ordinary, until we came by this one house.

“Hey Mom, look what I got!” My little boy said excitedly, coming back down to the sidewalk where I and the rest of the adults stood, watching them at each door. He reached into his bag and took out a giant Hershey’s bar. The kind that easily cost more than a dollar or two on it’s own. The kind you don’t expect people to give away for trick-or-treating.

“That was nice of them.” I told him.

Another boy with us, dressed up as a mummy, pouted a bit to his mother. “I didn’t get anything! She gave us this!” He pulled out an envelope.

“Us too.” A girl in a Elsa costume agreed, her and the other kids holding out envelops. My son was the only one who actually got candy.

The other parents checked the envelops and found inside small letters but more notably gift cards to a local toy store. Odd, but this made the kids feel better about not getting candy. However, now my son was feeling dejected about not getting a gift card.

We tried to ignore this for the rest of the night and have our fun. When everyone was done and it was time to call it a night, we headed back to our homes.

“You two go on ahead.” I told my husband and son. “I have to make a small stop.”

My husband accepted this and my son hugged me, then they went on home, assuring me they’d be careful despite how dark it was now.

I easily found the house with the cards and approached. I knocked on the door, and it didn’t take long for the resident to open. It was an old woman, and she had a box in her hand like she had been expecting a trick-or-treater.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I hate to bother you, but can I ask why when my son was here he was the only one who got candy? I wouldn’t mind it so much, but why give one kid candy and other kids toys?”

The old woman gave me a look that I couldn’t help but think was pity. “It’s a bit complicated. You see, I can see the future of children. Not you, you’re too old. On Halloween I prefer to give children advice about their future. What they should avoid, what they can do at certain times, that sort of thing. So I write it down and wait for each kid to come to me. The gift card is my way of making sure they at least don’t throw away the letter before it’s read.”

Of course I didn’t believe her, but I decided to humor her. “So then, why did’t you give my son a letter? Why just candy?”

The old woman sighed. “I am truly sorry for you ma'am, but the candy… I save that for the few children whose future is too short for them to enjoy anything else. Head home, while you still can.”

She closed the door, and as I tried to make sense of this, I could hear police sirens in the distance.

Credits to: copper-feather

“Treat You Better” Part Two - Peter Parker x (f)Reader

Word Count: 1550

Warnings: Bozos, Angst, A mugging, Gunshot, Fluff

Request: Hi I love your blog and I was wondering if you can write an imaging based off the song Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes with Peter Parker (Tom Holland).

Author’s Note: Hola! I’m so glad everyone enjoyed part 1, so without further ado… Here is Treat You Better Part 2! Hope you guys like it!

Originally posted by velociraptor


“Why is this so important to you?”

“Because, (Y/n), I know I can treat you better than he can! And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me why we are wasting time on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead. I know I can treat you better… better than he can,” Peter yelled.

It took him a minute to realize what he just said. Silence filled the room and you stood in front of Peter dumbfoundedly. Before you could say anything, Peter’s lips pressed against yours. Your lips moved in sync for what felt like minutes. Finally, you pulled away, pressing his forehead pressing against yours. You tried to catch your breath, and slowly shook your head.

“No… I can’t,” You said as you ran out of Peter’s room.


*Peter’s POV*

Peter stood stiff staring at his bedroom door, contemplating what just happened. He had finally told you how he felt and kissed you. But you left… Which made him realize that what he did was a mistake. Peter sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands trying to think of a way to get you back. How could he fix this?

The next couple of days were hell without you. Peter avoided you around school and you avoided eye contact with him. He missed talking to you.  Hearing you laugh at his corny jokes and listening to you talk about Spider-Man, not even knowing that the real deal was right in front of you. You were the light of his life, and he messed it up.  

Peter went straight home after school and tried to keep himself busy with homework. He waited until it got dark to put on his Spider-Man suit and climbed out the fire escape, ready to go on a midnight swing across Queen’s beautiful nightlife. Peter had a plan: Watch over the city and casually spy on (Y/n). He didn’t want to be a creep, but he missed you and had this terrible feeling something bad was going to happen.

*Your POV*

You took a deep breath as you knocked on the door to Dave’s apartment.

“One sec!” Dave yelled. He rushed to the door, knocking things over in the process. A few moments later, the door flung open, revealing Dave clad in a tank top and sweatpants.

“Hey, Babe. What are you doing here?” Dave asked with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“Can we talk?”

Dave nodded his head and let you inside. You head straight for the couch and plopped down on the soft cushions. Dave sat down next to you, resting his arm on the side of the couch.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Dave questioned.

“Why have you been avoiding me lately? I just… I feel like you don’t want to be around me anymore.” You let out a sigh as Dave placed his hand on top of yours.

“Baby, it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like? Cause Peter has been the only one there for me, well was there for me.” Dave stood up, rubbing his eyes.

“I see what’s going on… you two have been hooking up, haven’t you?”

“What?!” You quickly pushed yourself off of the couch in shock. “No, Dave! Peter and I… We’re just-”

“Best friends? Cause I see the way he looks at you, and it looks like he wants to be a little more than ‘best friends’,” Dave mocked.

“It’s not like that!”

“So nothing has ever happened between the two of you? Not once?”

Your eyes widened, heart stopping. “He kissed me… “

“I knew it,” Dave scoffed, but he didn’t seem surprised. “Can you tell me it didn’t mean anything?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no sound came out. It obviously meant something, you couldn’t even look Peter in the eyes after the incident. You realized that this entire time, you had been a bozo. Staying, settling with Dave (who was just absolute trash that barely gave you the time of day) when you could have been with Peter this entire time. You couldn’t lie to Dave, and it was time for you to stop lying to yourself.

“No.”

Rain started to fall on the quiet streets of Queens. You walked alone on the dimly lit sidewalk, wondering what to do next. In all honesty, you weren’t sad about breaking up with Dave. He tried to reason with you, saying that you both could get through this. “It’s merely just a bump in the road.” But you told him no, it was so much more than that.

You continued down the empty street, kicking small puddles of water and wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm. You felt at peace until you heard a deep voice come from behind you and the tip of a gun press against the small of your back.

“Don’t make a sound, and nothing bad will happen,” a man threatened as he pushed the gun harder against your back. Your heart was in your throat, and you didn’t make a peep. “Now,” the man continued, “Gimme all your money.”

So stereotypical, but then again he was the one with a weapon so you did exactly as he said. You took out your wallet as a tear rolled down your cheek. You were terrified, this night had been a disaster and all you wanted to do was apologize to Peter. As the man reached for your wallet, he was stopped by a stringy white substance that resembled a spider web.

“I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you,” a voice called out. You both looked up and saw the amazing, Spider-Man. The man shoved you against the wall as he attempted to pull the webbing off of him. He pointed his gun at Spider-Man, pulling the trigger (but he dodged the bullet, of course). You screamed, curling up into a ball, wrapping your arms around your legs as you silently sobbed. You couldn’t breathe, you had never heard the sound of a gunshot before. Then everything slowly went black…

You woke up to the sound of your bedroom window opening, a figure trying to crawl outside of your room. Sitting up, you realized that you were on your bed and you slowly started to remember everything that had happened. You covered your mouth with your hand as you started to cry again. The figure turned around, flipping the light switch and rushing to your side.

“Spider-Man?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” He said, taking hold of your other hand, which was shaking like crazy. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around the hero.

“Thank you so much for saving me, this night has been an absolute disaster,” you whispered into his ear. You quickly pulled away before more snot and tears got on his suit.

“Are you okay?” Spider-Man asked while taking your hand in his. You shook your head no.

“I messed up everything. I broke up with my boyfriend, but I feel so empty inside. I miss Peter. I miss my best friend…”

Spider-Man sighed of disappointment. “Well, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, you seem like a wonderful girl.”

“He should hate me.” You let go his hand, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’ve been such an idiot! I’ve loved Peter since day one and when he kissed me I left. I don’t even know why I left, I’ve always wanted to be with him. He just doesn’t deserve me…“ You let out a small laugh and sat up against the bed frame. Your eyes were burning (due to the excessive amount of crying that had happened in the past hour or so), so you rested your head on your knees for a few seconds.

“(Y/n), I don’t hate you. You are perfect, even with all of your flaws. We just fell in love at the wrong time,” Peter said, lifting your head up from your knees. You were shocked: Peter was sitting in front of you, holding his Spider-Man mask in his hand, wearing the frickin’ Spiderman costume. Your best friend was Spider-Man? The Spider-Man? There could have been so many different ways for you to react to this, but you just slapped his arm.

“Oww!” Peter yelped. “What was that for?”

“When were you going to tell me you were Spider-Man?!” You whisper-shouted, making sure you didn’t wake up your parents.

“You said you loved me.” Peter grinned as you started to blush. You slapped him his shoulder again.

“Ow! Okay, why did you have to hit me there again-”

“Don’t try to change the subject!” You interjected, and the two of you burst into laughter.

“So, you love me?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Can-can I kiss you, (Y/n)?” You smiled and Peter took that as a yes. His hand pulled your neck closer to him as his lips pressed so softly against yours. He was so gentle, you never wanted this moment to end. Sadly, Peter pulled away from the kiss and brushed his fingertips on your cheek.

“You know, you are totally gonna have a bruise on your arm tomorrow because of me?”

Peter chuckled. “So worth it.”


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“Treat You Better” Part One - Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 648

Warnings: None (I think); angst(?)

Request: Hi I love your blog and I was wondering if you can write an imaging based off the song Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes with Peter Parker (Tom Holland).

Author’s Note: Whale hello there! In this imagine, Peter and the reader are best friends. He is in love with the reader, but the reader has a boyfriend *sighs*. (Lowkey had a lot of fun writing this cause the song+my evil little mind=feels) Sorry this is so short, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Originally posted by imkylotrash


Date night. You had gotten all dolled up: wore your favorite dress, put your hair in the cutest hairstyle ever, wore a little bit of makeup and topped it off with some bright red lipstick. Waiting outside of the restaurant in the freezing cold, you pulled out your phone to check out the time. Dave, your boyfriend, was 30 minutes late. As you started to type a text asking him where he was, your phone buzzed and you received a message.

Dave: Hey Babe! I’m sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Have to clean the house :(

“Of course,” You muttered. Things had been a little complicated lately in your relationship. Dave had been flaking out on last minute, coming up with dumb excuses as to why he couldn’t make it. He had even been ignoring you around school. You weren’t happy, but when it was just you and Dave, alone in his apartment, everything felt real.

You closed the messages app and dialed Peter’s number, praying he would answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pete,” You started, your voice trembling. “Can… can I come over? I know, it’s late but Dave flaked out again.”

“Of course!” Peter exclaimed. “Are you ok?”

“Um,” you sighed. “I’ll be over in ten.”

“(Y/n), listen-”

You hung up before he could finish his sentence. You knew exactly what he was going to say, but at the moment you didn’t feel like hearing “I told you so”.  Waving for a cab, you brushed your hand through your hair and exhaled. Tonight was going to be a long night, but you were hoping your best friend would make you feel better. Like he always did.

*10 Minutes Later, in Peter’s Room*

“(Y/n), are you ok?” Peter asked once more, sitting on his bed while watching you pace in front of him. You stopped and looked at him, fumbling with your thumbs.

“I’m fine.”

“‘I’m fine’ is the universal way of saying ‘I’m not okay’.”

You bit your lip and continued to pace in front of him.

“Fine!” You shouted. “I’m not okay… “

“Then why are you still with him?” Peter asked, jumping off the bed. He was so close to you, there was no way you couldn’t stare into his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.

“Because he loves me! When we are alone, he treats me like I’m the only one that matters.“

“Well,” Peter started, his eyebrows furrowed, “Do you love him?”

You took a deep breath, trying not to cry. “I-I don’t know. He’s such a good guy when it’s just me and Dave-”

“But that’s the thing!” Peter interrupted. “He only gives you attention when you are alone! I can’t stand to see you like this,” He said as he wiped a tear crawling down your cheek.

“Why is this so important to you?”

“Because, (Y/n). I know I can treat you better than he can! And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me why we are wasting time on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead. I know I can treat you better… better than he can,” Peter yelled.

It took him a minute to realize what he just said. Silence filled the room and you stood in front of Peter dumbfoundedly. Before you could say anything, Peter’s lips pressed against yours. Your lips moved in sync for what felt like minutes. Finally, you pulled away, his forehead pressing against yours. You tried to catch your breath, slowly shaking your head.

“No… I can’t,” You said as you ran out of Peter’s room. You ran all the way home, and when your parents asked how your date was, you ignored them and shuffled your feet up the stairs to your room. Tears were pouring down your cheeks, you couldn’t stop crying.  That night had been a disaster, and now there was only one question clouding your thoughts: What do I do now?


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Oh! I have a request! Can you draw some more cute Spideypool stuff? They can be doing whatever you want, I just wanna see them in your drawing style again :,]

some spideypool lovin’ for this special anon c: (psssst it’s transparent!)