"I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny." ( om f g )
ask meme: cruel intentions.
“Get out. Get out of the truck.”
Pietro looked at him stupidly, shocked, and, with a
roll of his eyes, Gendry leaned across the cab to
snap the handle on the passenger door so that it
popped open. The other boy looked dumbfounded
but Gendry wasn’t crazy. They were stopped at a
light, at least. “I said get out.”
“But — this is only 3rd and I need t——-“
“Get out of the truck, Pietro. Now.”
“Is it because I said the ‘h-word’?”
“Pietro . . . ” there was a warning in Gendry’s voice.
“You know, Gen, maybe if you got laid you
wouldn’t h a t e talking about it so much.”
“Get out of my truck.”
“Okay, see you later, Gen!”
Gendry jerked the door shut and scowled, all too happy
to squeal away when the light finally changed. He could
see Pietro in the mirror, still standing in the middle of the
street, waving enthusiastically. Fucking teenagers.
a sword is a sword and a helm is a helm
and if you reach into the fire you get burned.
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❝ Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.
"You should see the other guy."
The Amazing Spider-Man Starters.
He doesn’t want to see the other guy.
If he didn’t think the other guy was
dead already then all he’d be able to
think about right now would be killing
him in the ugliest, meanest possible way.
He’s still thinking about it, regardless.
But he doesn’t say it — because what’s
the point? She doesn’t need him to say
shit like that. She doesn’t need him to
say anything. It’s a good thing. Most
times he doesn’t know what to say.
She’s done this for him a thousand times but he’s
concentrating too hard to taste the irony of it. When
he sits on the edge of the tub and she’s kneeling in
front of him, she has to lean up on her knees and
crane her elbows to brace them on his shoulders.
Now, when he’s the one kneeling and she’s the one
perched up, he’s still taller than her by a head. And
his hands are too big and, where they can be so
careful and precise with what is inorganic, now his
calloused digits are clumsy with her skin. She won’t
wince when he stumbles with the needle or when
the thread catches on the pits of a scab on his palm.
She’s smiling at him, smirking almost, nearly laughing.
he gets the sudden, sick and angry
urge to tell her to shut the fuck up.
because it isn’t funny. none of it is
funny and she shouldn’t be able to
laugh about shit like this. the fact
that she can, that she can l a u g h
about shit like this, makes the sick
feeling worse. he doesn’t want to
tell her to shut the fuck up. he wants
to tell her that she doesn’t have to do
this. but he doesn’t because she does.
Maybe he should tell her now. Right now. As he’s struggling
to fashion the square knot to finish it. You don’t have to do
this because I’m in love with you. Did you know that? I’m in
love with you and you don’t have to do this. You can stay
with me. But what sort of reason is that? What sort of thing
is that to say to somebody? He can’t make himself do it. He
doesn’t want to. She doesn’t need him to say shit like that to
her. Not now. Not him. He knows what she needs him to do.
He might not know much — but he does know that. Intuitively.
“Fucked him up pretty good, I’d bet.”
So that’s all he says. Her smile comes
back and she nods almost sheepishly.
The way a child receives the praise
that they’ve been wanting. Proud but
only half-beleiving it. She knows that
something isn’t right with him but he
smooths that idea away. Even though
it’s true, he smooths it away with a
sweep of his thumb over the side of
her face that’s uncut and just pretends
that none of what’s inside of him is real.
When he says ‘bedtime’ like a perturbed
parent and picks her up she laughs and
when he sets her on the bed a little bit
too gingerly she tells him stubbornly that
it didn’t even hurt. He doesn’t believe her.
[ sometimes i tell people outside of the fandom to ‘go the fuck to bedfort’ and it just now occurs to me that they might not get it and think that i’m just really aggressively telling them to make a blanket fort and sleep in it. oof. ]
ask meme: cruel intentions
"My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible."
"Everybody does it; it’s just that nobody talks about it."
"You could be a model. It’s too bad you’re not sexy."
"It’s not like you have a husband - unless you’re married to Jesus."
"Aww, she’s crying. Little baby upset about the big bad book."
"Who are you spying on? That her?"
"The only thing you’ll be riding is me."
"People shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love."
"You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love."
"How can someone so charming be so manipulative?"
"Keep your legs together. This isn’t Jamaica."
"My, what an adorable shirt you’re wearing!"
"So, what are you doing in your room?"
"Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?"
"I didn’t mean to offend you."
"This sure doesn’t taste like an iced tea. "
"He told me loved me, and I believed him."
""I love you"? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped."
"What happened to us?"
"How do you do it? Where do you get your strength?"
"Could you be more queer?"
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
"I have a reputation to uphold."
"Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you."
"You’re telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn’t?"
"Get your ass on the bed and prepare for the fuck of your life."
"Now tell me, are you in… or are you out?"
"How dare you treat me with such disrespect!"
"How is your gold-digging, whore of a mother enjoying Bali?"
"Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way."
"Jesus Christ, where have you been?"
"I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny."
"Why can’t we be together?"
"I don’t trust myself with you."
"This isn’t working out for me anymore."
"There’s something I have to tell you."
"It’s not you. It’s me… I’m completely fucked up."
"I thought I was in love with you but it was just a lie."
"I just… I just wanted to see what you were like in bed."
"The fact of the matter is, there is someone I love."
"You mean nothing to me!"
"You were just a conquest."
"That little wager of yours? Count me in."
"I’ll give you something you’ve been obsessing about."
"You’ve got yourself a bet, baby."
"I can’t win with you."
"E-mail is for geeks and pedophiles."
"God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex."
"You’re in love with her, you don’t love me anymore."
"Look at yourself, look at what you’ve been reduced to!"
"People don’t change overnight. You and I are two of a kind."
"I’m willing to take my chances."
"Sometimes, I wanna kill myself."
"I don’t fuck losers."
"I'm gonna throw you out the window now." ( omg i'm so sorry )
The Amazing Spider-Man Starters.
“To do that — you’d more or less
have t’be able to lift me, yeah?”
But then he doesn’t really know what this kid is
actually capable of it. From a flat and grounded
perspective, judging on their sizes, their builds,
Pietro can’t have half a hope of doing anything
more than scooting him barely off of his feet for
a second or so. Gendry’s big — standing 6’6 and
well over 200lbs. Big is his only real quality. Surly,
maybe, is another. But this kid is weird. There’s
something of him that isn’t quite right. Gendry’s
finally forgone the notion of narcotics. He’s too
clean for that and his teeth are too straight and
he smiles too much. No, not that, but something.
“Don’t think I’d fit out the window.”