Im So Fucking Sick Of It

I’m so fucking sick of it

Bruce Wayne IS NOT BATMAN!!! Leave the damn man alone! No offense but Bruce Wayne is a fucking idiot

Have any of your seen a single interview with him? The man legitimately didn’t believe narwhals existed

They also give Mary Jane's GF a comics too.

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Browse the Marvel comic series Spider-Gwen (2015 - 2018). Check out individual issues, and find out how to read them!

They'll give anyone a comic.

Peter 2: Um, MJ, there’s something I’d like to ask you-

MJ: Finally! You’re proposing!

Peter: Huh? How did you know?

MJ: Peter, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

MJ: I picked it up once.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I AM DYING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

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I found a couple words from the random generator whatever gets the creative juices flowing: crime, novel, museum, or preparation.

They are seemed like interesting jumping off points or if you hate all my options search up random word gen till you find something you like.

Keeping these fluffy for once n.n Thanks for sending them!

Crime:

Once during a drunken game of 'never have I ever' it came out that Peter was the one who left empty milk cartons in the fridge back during his college days. According to Matt, leaving an empty *anything* in the fridge is a high crime and he jokingly suggested he was rethinking asking Peter to move in with him. Which is how Peter found out Matt was ready for the next step in their relationship.

Novel:

As a joke, Peter translates a bunch of fluffy Daredevil fanfiction into braille, binds it to look like a regular book, and hides it in Matt's briefcase. Matt never says a word about it, and Peter silently sulks at not getting a reaction from him. A few months later they take a rare weekend off together, heading to a bed and breakfast MJ booked for them as an anniversary gift.

The first night they lounge around with the only light coming from the soft glow of the dwindling fire. When Matt pulls out a book, Peter thinks nothing of it, his old prank long forgotten. Matt reads outloud to Peter; the story starts by describing a quaint coffee shop, and while the words sound familiar, Peter brushes it off and snuggles back into the couch, pushing his toes under Matt for warmth. It doesn't take long, two paragraphs or so, for Matt to read his own, full, name, shattering the romantic atmosphere as he struggles to keep the mirth from his voice.

Museum:

Their first official-but-not-really-date is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Peter insists it counts because they were both dressed up, sipped champagne as they discussed various art pieces, and many people assumed they were on a date. While Matt insists it doesn't count because they were there to help catch an art theif. Still, both agree it is a better story than their official-offcial-first-date.

Preparation:

Peter loves the lines of concentration on Matt's forehead when he is preparing for trial. As he pours over paperwork at their kitchen table, Peter casually rubs the tension in his shoulders and reminds him to take a break, it isn't healthy to spend hours hunched over like that. Above all, Peter loves watching the passion in Matt's movements as he practices his open statement, wearing nearly nothing as he confidently enunciates each syllable as he stalks the length of their living room.

I love that the internet saw people comparing women and other alienated groups of people and went, “they’re dating,” and, “they support each other.” We’re improving as a society.

Overhead while walking to the parking lot, on campus: an actual real-life college-student + sugar daddy AU in the making:

Male College Student: so I think my roommate’s older brother is, like, hitting on me.

Female College Student: really??

Male Student: yeah, well…like, he’s like helping us out with rent and stuff? And he, like, wants to hang out a lot…like, even with just me, like, Roommate isn’t even there…and then he bought Roommate’s books for next semester, except he asked if I wanted to come to the bookstore, and then he bought my books. Like, I didn’t let him buy all of them ‘cause I felt weird. But then he bought me dinner. So, like…

Female Student: (half-joking) is he hot?

Male Student: uhhh…I guess? Yeah. Maybe. I mean, I dunno.

Female Student: wait, though, is this like a creepy thing? Is he creepy?

Male Student: no! No, dude, he’s not like–like he’s actually a pretty cool guy, like he’s paying for Roommate to go to college and helping us out, and he’s all smart, like he’s a lawyer and shit, and he’s, like, chill, y'know, and–

Female Student: oh my god you like, LIKE him.

Male Student: (loudly enough that heads turn) I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you totally like him!

Male Student: BUT I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you’re, like, gay FOR HIM.

Male Student: (stops walking) BUT–FUCK.

Female Student: you could, like, be dating a lawyer!

…at which point, because they’d stopped walking, I had to maneuver around them and pretend I’d not been eavesdropping, and find my car.

We may never know the outcome, but I like to think that Sudden Epiphany College Student and Roommate’s Hot Lawyer Older Brother are now happily dating. (I also wonder what Roommate thinks of this–as a friend I imagine he is pleased–and whether he was secretly hoping for this outcome.)

Anyway, though: imagine your OTP. :D