not to be a broken record stuck on thoschei and spydoc as a continuation of twissy but. something something missy dying when she tried and failed to stand with and be more like the doctor. something something ttc being about the master trying and failing to make the doctor more like him. something something the master now trying to define the doctor, to literally be the doctor… and still failing anyway. he fell the same way missy did; failing to be more like the doctor. but this time; this time? she fell with him

A nice poem about Spider-Son

Roses are red,

Earth’s night sky is starry,

there are tears in his eyes

as he whispers “I’m sorry”.

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My take on it:

Spiderman is dead

Tony Stark witnessed it

And as a dad he seemed unfit

His the light, his heart, Peter, told him to prevail

But his mind knew he failed

NONONO STOP

Roses are red,

their scents are quite mingling,

He couldn’t even say

“My spidey senses are tingling”

Roses are red,

Tony never understood.

why’d it have to be Peter,

who didn’t feel so good?

Violets are blue, 

Roses are red,

Kid I’m so sorry,

I’m the one that should be dead. 

Iron, mentor, Mr. Stark

After hearing this he was going to embark,

on his final mission,

His last ambition.

Become the father he never had,

Peter was going to call him dad,

But before that could happen,

Thanos did what he had to do,

Which was screw up the plan, and take him from you

Poem chain, you say?

“I’m sorry”

A final plea

The voice of a child no ready to go

A child who didn’t deserve to know

How cold the fingertips of death would feel

A child worthy to be called Tony’s son

Forced to fight in a war that couldn’t be won

Did he know he could’ve called Tony dad if he’d asked?

Did he know how long Tony’s tears for him would last?

The awful knowing of the painful truth

Even if he’d still been on earth, death would’ve taken the youth

There was nothing that could’ve been done to protect him

No matter how loud Tony screamed into the wind

Maybe the mad titan was right about something

Tony was cursed with the gift of knowing

Knowing the warm smile of a seventeen-year-old boy

One who brought Tony so much joy

A child far too young for combat

Who fought in a war that turned him to ash

NONONO WHY DAMN YOU SATAN MY HEART