#spiderfiles

called me a bitch

forced me to witness a post with people debating over whether olaf from frozen is queer coded or not

Send ✍️ and I’ll draw your muse!

it takes him a second,  almost making him   JUMP   at the same time when benjamin places his arm around the back of his shoulders,  eyes wide.  soft blue hues,  full of confusion and guilt find the blonde,  raising up from the mask in his hands.   he wishes the touch helped him ground.  made him feel a little better but   NOTHING   like that comes.  venom is trying to help but the way he’s helping makes him feel   WORSE.   its   then   the tears come.

❝          fuck  --       ❞   he breathes,  mumbling a quick apology,  more than one as he tried to reign in what he felt.    THIS TIME    he allowed venom to dry his tears.  to help him calm down.  to stop this amount of    SADNESS   rolling through him like a storm.  he swallows hard at benjamin’s question,  grip tight upon the mask.  he wants to put it on.  he wants to continue this for nate’s sake.  he   WANTS   to find mary jane.  he can’t have someone else die.  no one  . .  no one should die.

❝         i dunno,        ❞   he admits,  breathing out rough,   HIS MIND WANDERING    as he looks at the mask in his hands once more.   his stomach swells with the reminder of guilt and feeling of  sorrow.   there was more here to nate than any of them had believed.  the mask sits within his grasp,  eyes giving glance to the   SATCHEL   now sitting on his shoulder,  having moved his bag of tricks into his backpack.  

he chews the inside of his cheek,  feeling venom   CURIOUS   as well.  honestly if the mask does   NOTHING   it’d be quite ridiculous that he was worried over something so small.  but nate did state that it did something to help   hide   you   ??    weird.

❝         but i will be i guess,         ❞   he murmurs,  letting out a small sound,  jaw clenched as he tries to make a decision.   ❝         i want   . .   maybe putting this mask on will help.  i mean,  it seemed that nate knew where we were at all times.  maybe this’ll help us if  . .  if i put it on.  or at least   ---  see what it does  ??   what do you think.         ❞

HE KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING WAS WRONG on so many levels. attacking a version of himself; taking everything to another level. he was so proud there was a version of him that was pure and good. he couldn’t place the words, but peter parker knew that in some place in the vast multiverse… he NEVER was this facsimile that had turned out so wrong. “trying to save people,” he mocked, moving his hands up, and  grabbed the other’s fist. he could - no should- have countered it, but instead, he simply LET HIM GO. “they were just the BAIT.” it  was  a bold move; making a LURE for the other to come to, but it was NEEDED. “you’re the REAL catch, peter parker.”