being adam parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves.He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.
I MISS YOU!! I hope you're doing well!!!
omfg this is so nice thanks so much I am doing well !!!!!!!
hi im archiving this blog
i mean it’s been inactive for a WHILE but I’m officially doing it lmfao
If you want to find me, I still roleplay OVER HERE
S/O to everyone who was a pal when I had this blog I love peter so much but I just don’t have anything of him left in me. We came to the end of the road. T’was a good time but really time for him to go soo bYE
( TEN )
@thewebcrawler
“Having fun? I used the stairs.”
‘ pal --- that takes longer ! ’ a grin is masked // & he turns to the person who’d spoken. ‘ s’ I’m not a HUGE fan of the stairs, thas’ all. ’
gonna be at emma for a while
( GWEN )
placing the coffee cup on the table, she turns around to look at him with an expression of false seriousness. “You sir owe me a new coffee. Spilling coffee is a serious offense!”
‘ okay -- okay. I know --- I’ll make it up to you ’ a smile ‘ i’ll be sure to get you ... as many coffees as you could ever drink, yeah ? ’
REVERSE STARTER CALL !!! aka, I will answer one of your opens or send u a shit tonne of meme of something like that. or maybe I’ll write a starter for something on your wishlist ?
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REVERSE STARTER CALL !!! aka as, I will answer one of your opens or send u a shit tonne of meme of something like that. or maybe I’ll write a starter for something on your wishlist ?
some of u are like “i’ve been on tumblr for a year! i can’t believe it’s been so long!” i’ve been on thsi goddamn website for 5 years and i can’t escape hell…..i remember tumblr prom……the fucjkign mishapocalypse…….
( PEGGY )
❝ … peter. ❞ both her eyebrows raised simultaneously at him as she watched his reaction to her question. slowly her head shifted to look behind her at whatever he was looking at before turning back to him and smirking slightly. ❝ … are you sure about that, peter ? because from the looks of it, it seems you might be struggling between the balance of being spider-man and your school work. if you do ever need any help— ❞
IT WAS INSTINCTUAL to bury any problems that arose as if they did not EXIST. He was not the kind of person to share everything with anyone ------ fingers clung to his own TROUBLES, hid them so far within even he could not always access them. he gives a smile, a pause ‘ ------- peggy. it’s fine, things are ... are under control and, I uh, I KNOW whats important ’ & to him it was SPIDER-MAN that was important. He felt the weight of so many people relying on him acutely, and he wouldn’t let himself FAIL THEM.
Rick’s got a GOOD feeling about this kid – maybe it’s naive but he remains confident. Not that he has much choice now anyway, he’ll have to put a little faith in this new acquaintance the SAME way he’s asking for that in return. Rick shakes his head before it turns into more of a nod as he steps forward, “Appreciate the TIP,” he chuckles, “I’ll keep it down ‘nd be sure t'wipe my boots off, alright?” He feels more content with his decision, with this chance meeting when the young man appears to care at all about keeping the home tidy. It’s an unnecessary kindness and thoughtfulness that he respects – that HAS to be even more of a rarity in this twisted world.
He steps inside carefully, mindful to keep as quiet as possible. “Thanks again for lettin’ me hide out in here with you,” he calls out (still not TOO loudly) as he waits to meet his new friend a little more eye-to-eye.
MAYBE it was stupid to have asked him to keep from tracking mud through the house but something felt right about it ----- that despite it UNDENIABLY being the end of the world they were still doing the right thing. peter imagined whoever owned this house would want it to be RESPECTED, even at the end of the world he hadn’t lost that, he still BELIEVED in respect of person. that rick didn’t laugh at the request made him more CONFIDENT in his decision to let him in.
peter had seen some BAD THINGS before this all happened, and he’d seen alot of bad things since. those bad things had sprouted from a lack of HUMANITY -- from people no longer treating eachother as people and he hoped he wouldn’t become that -- that he could nurture his own compassion & dignity and not have it SUCKED out of him. even if it only in small gestures.
----- ‘ yeah s’ -- s’okay. ’ he pauses, DISCOMFORT suddenly flooding him. it has been a while since he spoke to anyone face to face, especially a STRANGER. ‘ um, s’cool. Not the best to be ... out there alone, y’know ? ’
CAN YOU FEEL THE DARKNESS ? we all monsters with friendly faces. we are all dead as we breathe. we are all just children. but i am a god among fools & i will be the last to die.
Me: I'm going to do replies it's happening Me when I open my drafts: I can't read suddenly,,, I dont know