#broadwaysginger

@broadwaysginger // caring sentence starters 

    Biting down on his bottom lip, Peter’s heart hammers in his chest, frantic gaze flickering around every inch of her just to make SURE she isn’t hurt. It had been a pretty big attack-- a fight that Peter had BARELY managed to win, he needs to make sure she isn’t hurt, either. He feels as if he’s CONSTANTLY putting his friends in danger, and that’s the LAST thing he wants. Which is why he doesn’t pay ANY attention to the injuries strewn across his body, sending jolts of pain through him with every single movement, instead making sure she’s OKAY. 

“ So Midtown’s pretty much like any other school minus the academic elitism but you get used to it pretty quick,” Gwen said gesturing to the mostly empty halls of the school. They had come quite a bit early but only because she had wanted to give the redhead an honest rundown of the school rather than just let MJ go off of whatever her assigned tour guide told her. She wanted her first day to be special and for Midtown to be a place the other girl liked. “ Also don’t let anyone try to intimidate you. Most of the really smart kids won’t try and one-up you or show off. It’s just the insecure ones who will.”

miles has no clue where this meme went

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He’d say being a bad guy but… Blackcat 

@broadwaysginger 》!!

    CONTRARY TO UNPOPULAR BELIEF —– Peter was not the BEST when it came to keeping secrets, or CONFRONTATION when it came to awkward situations ( which, whether he be TARGETED by the universe or merely cursed with inconvenient timing, AWKWARD SITUATIONS seemed to follow him around like the plague ). Fingers curled around the blue fabric of his sweater, SLIPPING it between the teeth of his schoolbag, Peter had just began reaching for the familiar red GLIMMER of his suit, before a silhouette from the corner of his eye prompted a PANICKED flicker of frantic eyes. Okay, so maybe Ned was RIGHT —– ALLEYWAYS ? Not the BEST place for a quick superhero change. Standing up straight, his school sweater CLASPED firmly within his grasp, fidgeting within fingers that hovered over the TENSE muscles of his stomach —– possibly to conceal his BARE torso, it had only then occurred to Peter that he had just been found, SHIRTLESS, rummaging through the confines of his schoolbag in an empty backstreet … TOTALLY not weird at all ! —– by … was that someone he knew ? Oh … oh no.

    “ —– Uh, h—– hey ! “ A pubescent CRACK in his voice accompanied ANXIOUS words, a MEEK, tight-lipped smile tugging at the corners of his mouth in a PAINFULLY awkward gesture, feigned, and as agonizingly blatant as the beads of sweat gently cascading down his forehead. Frozen in place ( not entirely sure if throwing his sweater back on would be weird, or if standing there with it held uncomfortably to his chest was … weird-er ), Peter used the toe of his shoe to subtly KICK his schoolbag behind him with a careful shove. Alright, man, relax. Totally nothing out of the ordinary here.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite red head.” Ben says with a smile as he greets Mary Jane.