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Peter Parker losing the contest to Deadpool

         i’m not actually able to fix it up right at this moment, but if you zoom out it should be on the right side of the description box. sorry about that !  my computer screen is quite large, so that could be why ???  i’ll definitely fix up the proportions when i get home !  thank you for letting me know. 

Peter Parker caught in an endless five year loop. Reliving High School over, and over, and over. Tasting the victory of adulthood for only a moment before he’s snapped back to a teenage hellscape. Free him.

     ❛   we’re a  rare  breed, y’know. s’ an  elite  group of people, very difficult to track down.   ❜

   ❛   apartment 2016,   ❜  it’s almost  automatic,  an involuntary  slip  that has slight colour rosying at his cheeks. was it  weird  of him to know it off by heart, already ?  probably. he couldn’t help it. for a guy who had a  tendency  for tardiness and forgetfulness, that was one of the things that  stuck.  ❛   do we need to... uh, y’know.  colour...  coordinate  or ?   ❜

   ❛   ... no,   ❜  his head drops, nonplussed. he’s not even supposed to be  here,  let alone  pretending  to be an employee. fingers scratching along his scalp, he chewed his inner cheek before attempting to convey some form of  apology.  ❛   i’m - actually not...  supposed  to be in here, i was trying to find doctor stevens... for my  biology  assignment. i’m really sorry - i wasn’t...    ❜ he trailed off with a slight  grimace,  brows pinching, apologetically. 

    ❛   oh. oh no,   ❜  peter’s upper lip  curls,  nose scrunched, however, his eyes give away his  amusement.  ❛   that was  terrible.  i’m sorry. just -  awful.   ❜