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after much deliberation
and a good talk with @doesaflip I have decided to indeed reboot Gwen over at @timeisluck ( which I first made under the URL feelhope ) THANK YOU to everyone who is already following me over there or on my personal or on my MM! You are all still gems if you’re following me here despite my lazy ass; you are wonderful!
I am OF COURSE still making Gwendy graphics! You can request them at @timeisluck or my personal! as always just check the tumblr tag dulcie’s stuff to see any of my stuff; I always tag it under that.
stay healthy, be hopeful and above all know you are loved.
midtownsbest reblogged
after much deliberation
and a good talk with @doesaflip I have decided to indeed reboot Gwen over at @timeisluck ( which I first made under the URL feelhope ) THANK YOU to everyone who is already following me over there or on my personal or on my MM! You are all still gems if you’re following me here despite my lazy ass; you are wonderful!
I am OF COURSE still making Gwendy graphics! You can request them at @timeisluck or my personal! as always just check the tumblr tag dulcie’s stuff to see any of my stuff; I always tag it under that.
stay healthy, be hopeful and above all know you are loved.
after much deliberation
and a good talk with @doesaflip I have decided to indeed reboot Gwen over at @timeisluck ( which I first made under the URL feelhope ) THANK YOU to everyone who is already following me over there or on my personal or on my MM! You are all still gems if you’re following me here despite my lazy ass; you are wonderful!
I am OF COURSE still making Gwendy graphics! You can request them at @timeisluck or my personal! as always just check the tumblr tag dulcie’s stuff to see any of my stuff; I always tag it under that.
stay healthy, be hopeful and above all know you are loved.
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I’ve wanted more minutes in a day ever since I met you.
(via soulsscrawl)
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Peter makes a small sound of protest. He’s bleeding out in Gwen’s living room, and she’s being very calm and collected about the whole thing. “I don’t doubt that,” he says, letting out a shallow breath. Peter focuses on their knees touch, and how Gwen takes his arm, and not how she warns him how this is going to hurt. He might be Spider-Man, but he isn’t immune to pain… unfortunately. Peter sucks a breath through his teeth, bracing himself, “Right, yeah. Better than an infection,” he repeats slowly. Once the liquid starts bubbling, Peter closes his eyes tight - balling his hands into fists to try and lessen the pain, although it doesn’t work. “Fuck,” Peter mumbles to himself, still not opening his eyes. One time Aunt May had stitched Peter up, this hurts more. “You weren’t kidding,” Peter tells her, forcing a small smile at Gwen, because she is the one who’s doing this all for him. Peter blinks, looking at the bottles Gwen puts down onto the table. That’s more alcohol he’s seen in his entire life. He isn’t one for drinking, but judging by how much pain is in his arm, he should probably start now. “Doesn’t matter to me,” he says, “give me something that will make me think of something other than my arm,” he tells Gwen, taking in a deep breath. He’s a big baby, so sue him.
"Whiskey was typically what was used in the olden days." She pours a small amount since it doesn't take much like cheap beer would. After setting the glass on coaster she slides it over to him. "A drunk nervous system doesn't process pain as deeply." Gwen makes sure the thread it knotted, but waits a moment before stabbing him since whiskey doesn't wash over someone instantly. It's more for the pain in general, during stitching and after, until he can get some strong pain killer meds from his doctor or take a lot of Advil. She has to move a little closer to properly take hold of his arm. Despite the blood she can still make out his cologne. It smells nice, not that kind of smothering spice Flash wears too much of. She wants to tell him that, but it will just sound weird. "The last time I stitched someone up was my brother. Phillip felt off his bike in the park and busted his knee. He didn't want to tell Mom." Gwen is telling the story half the distract him as she begins suturing at one end of his cut. A surgery needle is thin, to keep from hurting the way an embroidery needle would. "But that was also like an inch, not like this." She shoots him a smile. She wants to make sure he stays awake. Losing that much blood can easily slip him into unconsciousness. After some whiskey Gwen will have to make sure he drinks about an aquarium's amount of water to re-hydrate his system. "Have you ever broken a bone? With all that tripping you do?"
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"You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time." If it ain't our boy
Peter’s run out of arguments. All things considered, he’s pretty lucky to even be alive at all, so he should count this as a win, or something. He winces over at Gwen, seeing her frame through his somewhat blurry vision. She’s right, though. He really did fuck up this time. Peter groans, shifting a little where he’s currently laying down. His head is throbbing, and no part of him wants to look down and see the way his leg is mangled, grunting at the pain from it. He’s in rough shape. Really rough shape. “Fucking - fuck,” Peter swears loudly, rubbing a hand along his face and feeling as though his entire body is shaking.He’s running out of time. “You can lecture me later -” Peter starts, coughing into his elbow, tasting the strong, metallic taste of blood on his tongue when she does. Fuck. “But I think they - poisoned me, the Green Goblin - or whoever it is, with whatever they used to get me in the leg -” Peter starts explaining, turning his left leg over to show Gwen.“There is a limited window for her to dispose of the poison in your system,” Karen’s voice warns in Peter’s ears, as he grits his teeth, inhaling sharply.
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tom being adorable on instagram
thollande
WHY IS HE SO FREAKING ADORABLE. IT FRUSTRATES ME.
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It might seem strange to some, flirting in a room of retired experiments, but Gwen doesn’t feel out of place. She never does around Peter. Not quite nerdy enough for Ned or snarky for Michelle, it’s easy to fall aside among her peers. Everyone is kind to her, but being the police chief’s daughter and Oscorp intern sets her apart from teens around her. She’s happy to find camaraderie with Peter as everyone does, but there’s a blushing hope for something more. “I’m sure our missing spider would have liked you if — wait. Did you hear…?” Gwen grabs his wrist automatically, linking them in the dim light of the room as she catches the familiar beeping alert of someone swiping their keycard against the lock. But it isn’t the daily check up time? She doesn’t want to risk Peter getting in trouble since they aren’t with Harry to wave away rules and clearance. In a quick, reckless plan she tousles her hair out of place and undoes the top three buttons of her blouse. “Peter, kiss me.” But the lock clicks after accepting the pass code and she doesn’t have time to explain what she means. Gwen leans in, hesitating only a fraction of a second after their noses skim so it’s just mixed breath between them. Then she kisses him once, soft and honest, saving their first kiss for what it should be. Without imposition or witness, simply Gwen Stacy kissing Peter Parker because she likes him. Because he’s interested in what she cares about and gets just as excited about genetically altered spiders as she does. Because he’s kind to strangers and people who don’t even deserve it, which takes a temperated will power most don’t realize. Fingertips resting against his jaw that first kiss is terrifying, but exhilarating. She’s the prayer and he’s the answer. Only when she hears footfalls enter the room does it become an alibi — hands tangling in his hair as her smaller frame presses to his, melting in a way that isn’t pretend.
Peter listens to her talking about the missing spider, pausing for a moment before her hand is on his wrist, and then Peter hears it. The keycard, and suddenly he’s got the sudden urge to climb up onto the ceiling, although that’s very clearly out of his range of options, with Gwen right there. And then everything just seems to be happening so fast from there Peter isn’t sure he can keep up, watching Gwen as she undoes the first few buttons of her blouse and Peter isn’t sure he’s quite prepared for the path Gwen’s decided they’re going to take, but he doesn’t seem to have any other options. Peter feels his heart beating faster, and his breathing coming out in short, little breath’s as he watches Gwen, trying to figure out how to react, what to do. The first time she kisses him is soft and gentle - and Peter barely has any time to respond to it, the nerves feeling like that pines and needles sensation when your arm or foot fall asleep, but it’s different. He takes in a sharp breath when she kisses him a second time, feeling her fingertips against his jaw and Peter finds his hands immediately going to her waist, with her hands in his hair. Shit, Peter thinks to himself, he really wasn’t ready for this. When he feels he press against him Peter’s almost dizzy, pressed back against the counter as he kisses Gwen back - trying to keep himself upright as he does.
Gwen forgets why this is happening in the first place. Not necessarily out of pure choice, but he isn't pushing her away so that's a relief. Sure hands rest at her waist as if to anchor her there and as pale hands skim down to rest against his chest she feels how strong he is. Flash has multiple derogatory names for Peter one being 'puny parker'. If everyone knew his actual physicality, hardened muscles and the safety found in his arms, that taunt would evaporate in an instant. His lips are soft against hers as she slows the kiss to make it appear more affection for whoever is walking in. The rapid beat of his heart under her palm matches the melody of hers. They are always mirrors of each other. Science and kindness; determination without ego. Is it any wonder she finds kinship in the space between their lives? "Hey -!" A man's voice breaks them apart; Gwen faking more surprise than she feels to be interrupted. She doesn't recognize the tall middle aged man standing a few feet from the door. "Interns aren't supposed to be in here today." Luckily he assumes they are exactly what Gwen hopes they look like: a pair of impassioned teenagers sneaking off from work to find a dark quiet place to be alone. He's carrying a glass box that's a smaller version of the habitats. Is he taking the spiders? "Sorry." Gwen makes a face, although she's clearly not, "we just..." "Yeah yeah." His voice keeps that same tone, "get outta here before I report you." She doesn't need to be told twice. Taking Peter's hand for the second time today Gwen steers past the ID-less employee and out of the room. "Well, that was something." She blows bangs out of her hand after they round the corner down the hall.
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“That’s not true,” she laughs lightly and leans her head against the crook of his shoulder to look up at him slightly. “You beat me on that last test. I royally messed up that last question — ugh, I felt so stupid afterwards. I knew I should have gone with my gut, but I second guessed myself and lost the points.” Gwen sighs dramatically as though this is her biggest problem in life when it clearly isn’t. For one Peter is about to fall over judging from the ghostly white coloring of his already pale complexion. Having an unconscious Peter Parker in her living room wouldn’t be any more convenient than one at the library. People look at them curiously as they walk, but in typical New York City fashion just ignore what seems a little off. “Would you say you have a photographic memory?” He’s intelligent enough to possess one, but she’s never asked before. Gwen doesn’t; hers is more like a library she skims along until she finds the right book to read the answers. As a champion of the debate team he has rapid thinking capability. It could be assumed someone who’s intelligence is always on hand would avoid all the physical accidents he gets into, but black eyes and bruised ribs disprove that logic. Just because someone is smart doesn’t mean they are wise. Reaching her building the doorman holds open one of the large glass doors and offers to help the couple. There’s really no point since Peter’s free side is injured so he can’t lean support in anyone else the way he was with her. They are almost to her place as it is. Digging her keys out of her backpack at the door Gwen fumbles in securing the apartment key, worrying that she had to let Peter go to open the lock. “You can sit wherever you like.” She offers once she manages to unlock the door properly and carry their bags inside to place by the dining room table.
Peter focuses on how Gwen’s head presses against his shoulder, looking up at him as Peter tries to keep himself upright. “Did I beat you? I don’t remember beating you,” he says, glad to have her words to focus on, keeping her voice playing in his head. “The last question sucked,” Peter says, vaguely recalling it in his current, somewhat mangled state. “It took me a while, to be honest. I felt like he was trying to trick us with it, or something,” he says, trying to make Gwen feel better about it. He really doesn’t see it, the intelligence Gwen and claims to see in him. Sometimes, he isn’t all that smart. Like when he rips his arm over from the broken class of a passenger door of a car, saving a small girl. That, isn’t all that smart. And now Gwen has to suffer with the consequences and help patch him up. Peter blinks, pausing for a moment. “I don’t think so,” he says, shaking his head for a moment. “It’s more of like - I don’t know. It just makes sense to me, all those equations, I guess. It sounds stupid, I know,” Peter says, knowing he’s uselessly rambling now. And poor, helpful Gwen has to listen to him. Peter pity’s her more than anyone, really. Once they make it into the apartment, Peter feels a little more relief, no longer wandering around the school or library where he could’ve easily passed out. He sits on the couch in the living room, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. He moves slowly, making sure not to stain anything in Gwen’s place with his blood. “I’m sorry, about all this,” he says, looking back over at her.
"It's fine, really." Gwen calls out to him from the bathroom as she gathers supplies. "I've seen worse at Oscorp trust me." Perching next to Peter she sets the first aid kit down on the table and smooths a dish towel over her lap. Taking his arm - she has to scoot closer, their knees touching - she lays it across the sky blue towel so his elbow to wrist is on it. "This is going to hurt." She warns as nimble fingers untwist the cap of the brown hydrogen peroxide bottle. "But it's better than an infection." The water like liquid reacts slides across his arm without affecting skin, but instantly latches onto his cut. That is its purpose: seek out injuries and purge them. Little fizzing bubbles fight the bacteria there with a sharp stinging sensation (that's how one can tell it's working) and then simmer out. She winces in time with the sound of the reaction knowing it must hurt, but at least not as much as earning the wound must of. "Oh right – " she gently returns his arm and carries the towel with her to the kitchen where she's forgotten something. "Since we don't have novocaine we'll have to dull the pain the old fashioned cowboy way while I stitch your arm." Gwen places vodka, beer and gin in front of him of which she's balanced with a tumbler of ice. "Dilute your senses so you don't feel it; at least for now. I don't know what you prefer, but there's other stuff in the liquor cabinet if you don't like these to choose from." She plops back down next to him and finds a needle in black thread in the first aid kit.
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Gwen ducks under his good arm so that it rests on her shoulders and she can bear his weight. Her arm wraps around his torso to act as a counter balance. Not exactly the way she envisions his arm around her for the first time, but she’s glad she can help. Gwen isn’t Spider-man. She can’t swing from buildings and catch falling people or dodge a hail of bullets, but she can still help people who need it. It’s inherited from her parents: the mentality of a police chief and compassion of her mother. “If you pass out I’ll call Mr. Stark to come carry you.” She teases and smiles up at him, tucked against his side with his backpack strap in the hand that isn’t at his hip. Thankfully her place isn’t too far from the library. A lot closer than the emergency room and Oscorp. There are a lot of doctors and scientists there that can easily patch Peter up as a favor to Gwen, but she worries he’ll collapse before they make it. She keeps him talking so he stays alert. “How are you feeling about the midterm? You’re gonna ace it right?”
Peter feels her under his arm, grateful for the support as he tries to breathe properly - focusing on in through his nose, out through his mouth, and repeating it. Peter smirks as she mentions calling Mr. Stark, shaking his head. “I don’t think he’d have any way to help me,” Peter lies. He’d most likely give peter a lecture, as is typical Tony Stark when it comes to Peter being reckless and ending up hurting himself. He tries to focus on the fact that he knows Gwen doesn’t live too far from here, thankful that the distance isn’t too far. He just keeps his gaze ahead - listening to her questions. Those are good, questions are good, Peter thinks to himself. “I’m - not sure,” Peter huffs out, wincing as he talks. “I’m not as good at this class as you are,” he adds, forcing a small smile to Gwen.
"That's not true," she laughs lightly and leans her head against the crook of his shoulder to look up at him slightly. "You beat me on that last test. I royally messed up that last question — ugh, I felt so stupid afterwards. I knew I should have gone with my gut, but I second guessed myself and lost the points." Gwen sighs dramatically as though this is her biggest problem in life when it clearly isn't. For one Peter is about to fall over judging from the ghostly white coloring of his already pale complexion. Having an unconscious Peter Parker in her living room wouldn't be any more convenient than one at the library. People look at them curiously as they walk, but in typical New York City fashion just ignore what seems a little off. "Would you say you have a photographic memory?" He's intelligent enough to possess one, but she's never asked before. Gwen doesn't; hers is more like a library she skims along until she finds the right book to read the answers. As a champion of the debate team he has rapid thinking capability. It could be assumed someone who's intelligence is always on hand would avoid all the physical accidents he gets into, but black eyes and bruised ribs disprove that logic. Just because someone is smart doesn't mean they are wise. Reaching her building the doorman holds open one of the large glass doors and offers to help the couple. There's really no point since Peter's free side is injured so he can't lean support in anyone else the way he was with her. They are almost to her place as it is. Digging her keys out of her backpack at the door Gwen fumbles in securing the apartment key, worrying that she had to let Peter go to open the lock. "You can sit wherever you like." She offers once she manages to unlock the door properly and carry their bags inside to place by the dining room table.
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okay but look at how cute TOM IS. HE’s liKE A LITTLE KID ENTHRALLED WITH PUNCHING THE BALLOONS; OBLIVIOUS TO HARRISON’s VIDEO
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peter: making my way downtown
peter: walking fast
karen: you have an incoming call from tony stark
peter: walking faster
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citysavior
come on miracle aligner, go and get ‘em tiger
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