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Accidents Happen Masterlist

SUMMARY: Peter Parker is your best friend, superhero, and fellow BrainyQuote enthusiast… but one impulsive decision, and everything goes to shit. As if being a sixteen-year-old with abilities isn’t hard enough…

Main Masterlist <- All other fics and such

**I changed them to ‘Episodes’, because I think I’m hilarious lol

(Katherine Langford face claim for pictures, gifs, and snapchats!)

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, swearing, violence, angst, talk about pregnancy options, constant misspelling of ‘wonton’, etc. 

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Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5 

Episode 6 

Episode 7

Episode 8 

Episode 9 

Episode 10 

Episode 11

Episode 12 

Episode 13 

Episode 14 

Episode 15 

Episode 16 

Episode 17 

Episode 18 

Episode 19 

Episode 20 

Episode 21  

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Extras:

Snapchat Stories (Part 1) // Part 2

Snapchat Conversations

Extra #1  

Extra #2 

Extra #3 

Extra #4 (Coming soon to a Tumblr near you!)

This is FUCKN great

peter: hey mr. stark can i say fuck?

tony: only in the lab

Life continues part 77

so I have a  c in math and I didn’t know why because I understand most of the content, so I contemplated why. I have come to the conclusion that I don’t care, like I have no motivation to do it like freshmen year. The thing that drove me to get a’s in all of my classes was the fear/disappointment from my mother. But that STRESSED the FUCK out of me. and I aint doing that again.

some people…use finger guns…to cope???

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think a woman should have full control of her own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

This looks AMAZING

here we go! got permission to post my piece for the @gfpostfinalecomicbook! this is from 2016 so please excuse any… wonky-ness lmao. i think i have improved a lot since i made this! hopefully it even makes sense haha…

“If no one else out there ever said it before, know that I believe in you and I am proud of you.”

Ahhh I really love this series and I can’t wait for more parts

Broken Promises (Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader)

The Broken Wings Series

< Read Part 2 | Read Part 4 >

Summary: You’re a little tired of your dad breaking his promises, so as retribution, you break a few of your own.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader 

Word Count: 5,652

Author’s Note: GUYS. Billy is in this chapter. And that’s all I’m saying about it.

Warnings: Language (as always). Underaged drinking. Things get a little steamy (but I don’t write smut, so no worries there.)

Today was one of those rare days that you actually woke up to your alarm clock, giving you time to pick out your outfit rather than just throw things on and avoid having your dad bang down your door to get up. You really needed to do this more often. You yawned as you walked out of your room, coming down the hallway and catching sight of  El standing behind your dad. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took her in, draped in the white sheet you made for her a few days ago. “Ghost,” El said, simply.

“Yeah, I see that,” your dad walked past her, pan in hand, towards the counter. He dumped out the french toast onto three plates.

“Halloween,” El followed him.

“Sure is, but right now it’s breakfast. Ok? Come on, let’s eat. Y/N,” he shouted out for you, and you stepped into view, sliding into your seat at the table. He relaxed a little bit, thankful that he wouldn’t have to fight you to get up today.

“They wouldn’t see me,” El started and you drew in a breath.

“Who wouldn’t see you?” Your dad asked, bringing two plates over to the table. He cut his eyes from you to the french toast, and you scrambled to get up, grabbing the last plate and bringing it over.

“The bad men.”

“What are you talking about?” Your dad asked, and you slid back into your seat, keeping your eyes down as he looked over at El.

“Trick. Or. Treat,” El stated, haltingly. “You wanna go trick or treating?” he looked at El as if she was crazy and then shifted his gaze to you accusingly.

“I’d take her,” you offered. “Make sure nothing bad happens. That the sheet stays on. We’d be back by 7. 7:30 at the latest.” Which would give you plenty of time to make it to Tina’s party.

He shook his head. “You know the rules.”

“Yes, but,” the two of you chorused.

“So you know the answer,” he stood up, taking El by her shoulders and walking her back from the table. This was not a good sign.

The two began to talk over each other, and you moodily looked at your french toast, pushing at the piece of bread with your fork.

“No, but I don’t–they wouldn’t see me”

“Hey. I don’t care.”

“But they wouldn’t—”

“I don’t care, alright?”

“–see me.”

“You go out there, ghost or not, it’s a risk. We don’t take risks, alright? They’re stupid, and…”

“We’re not stupid,” El spat the last word out, and your dad caught the tone, backing up a little. His jaw set and he took in a breath to calm himself.

“Exactly. Now you take that off, sit down, and eat,” he ordered. “Your food’s getting cold.” He walked back over to the table as El threw your costume to the ground.  "And you–“ your father pointed at you. "Don’t encourage her.”

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