SO CUTE! SO CUTE! SO CUTE!

Awwwwwwwwwww that’s cute

Legend of Zelda Engagement Ring Box made by Cheryl Bollenbach

This is FUCKN great

peter: hey mr. stark can i say fuck?

tony: only in the lab

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TEENAGER (4’x5’) acrylic on Masonite

“I steer clear from graveyards, they are cliche in my death obsessed generation.” -CSH

I was thinking about how strange it is that we decorate our graves with a depiction of the tool that killed Christ. Wouldn’t it be funny if we decorated our graves with depictions of the tools that killed us, and instead of graveyards filled with crosses, we’d have graveyards filled with pill bottles, firearms, machetes, baggies of cocaine, rabid foxes, and swollen feet. I think that would be funny. Or do we put crosses on our graves to show that we are overcoming our deaths like Christ? Now that’s just silly. What if it’s just a marketing scheme for church, like an ad? That one I might believe.

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I wanna see where the hiddlestoners are :)

do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures

The Four Horsemen

Awww is this super sweet :)

Not a Chance

Summary: Billy Hargrove is not going to fall for you. No way. Not a chance…. right? (Billy Hargrove x reader)

Warning: slight profanity

Word Count: 1,740

He told himself he’d never go after you. As soon as he arrived in this shit town he knew he was not good for you. He’d avoid you at every chance, you’d smile at him when you walked pass him in the hall and he’d quickly look away. You’d offer him a pencil in class and he felt himself blush, he’d later cuss himself out for acting like a dumbass.

He’d watch you from across the room, a beaming smile on your face and a skip in your step. You always looked so optimistic and he’d remind himself of how different you two were. That there was no chance in hell you’d ever get together. He’d avoid you forever and that was that.

Of course, the world was not on his side as he’d arrive to work and find out the new trainee was you, of all the people in the world. He chuckled to himself at the irony and apparent fate bestowed upon him.

You showed up with that same old joyful personality and the manager decides Billy will be the one to train you. It wasn’t a surprise since the manager truly was a lazy piece of shit.

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Chapter Three: Smart and Nice

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“Hey, guys, how was your night?” May asked Ned and Peter as they strolled into the kitchen the next morning. She sipped her coffee while flipping through the day’s newspaper. 

Peter looked down at his shoes, smiling at the night’s events. “It was, you know, pretty normal,” he answered, pulling on a sweater. He quickly packed Caden’s Spider-Man sweatshirt carefully into his bag before May could ask any questions.

“Yeah, we didn’t do much. It’s not like we were out stopping robbers or anything,” Ned commented which earned him a look from Peter as they sat down to eat breakfast. 

May brought the boys over pancakes, smiling at them. “Well, I sure hope not. That’s pretty dangerous, don’t you think? Now, eat up.”

They obliged, eating the chocolate chip pancakes hungrily. Peter took a drink of his chocolate milk, smiling at his aunt. “So, how was date night?” he asked, smirking a bit. 

Ned chuckled, looking at Peter’s aunt expectantly. May rolled her eyes at the two, smiling despite the stares. “We both had a nice time,” she checked her watch absentmindedly. “No more questions, you two. Peter, I’ll see you when I get home from work, alright?”

Peter nodded, smiling up at his aunt. She pulled on her jacket and kissed the top of his head. “Bye, boys!” she called out, waving to them. 

“Breakfast was delicious!” Ned replied loudly before she shut the door behind her. He chuckled, nudging Peter with his elbow. “So, May was home late last night…” he said, giving Peter a smirk. 

Peter scrunched his nose, sighing at Ned. “Dude, I really don’t want to think about my aunt’s sex life, thank you very much.”

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