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#his face when he saw Ned

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🌙! Peter and Ned, and hugs, if you could. Congratulations for 500 followers, you’re doing so great! And thank you for your amazing content, it really helps when I gotta write interwebs dndnnsjs (it��s spiderboyneedshug here!!! hi!!)

“PETER!”

If it wasn’t for his super strength, Peter would have toppled over with the sheer amount of force that Ned launched himself with. Peter caught him, of course, hugging back just as tight.

“Jesus Christ Peter, I thou- I thought you got killed in that building, and-and you weren’t responding and I was scared.”

Peter buried his face into Ned’s shoulder, gripping him as tightly as he could without hurting him. He gave a sigh of relief, muscles relaxing.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now, I’m safe, I promise.”

I’m never leaving you again, Peter thought. Never.

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MORGAN WITH HER UNCLE RHODEY

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This perhaps may be a bit of a stupid question, and one I could be incredibly incorrect on as I haven't been to church in years, but why is Gabriel treated as Aziraphale's boss when Aziraphale ranks higher in the third sphere? Principalities rank higher than Archangels in Angel Hierarchy, and while Archangels are there to ensure fulfilment of roles (such as Armageddon) Gabriel would still rank lower than Aziraphale, so his treatment towards Aziraphale is a tad confusing for me.

Terry and I were of the opinion that, in the world of Good Omens, archangels and Archangels were different things.

As Wikipedia explains, there are those who “make a distinction between archangel (with a lower-case a) and Archangel (with an uppercase A). The former can denote the second-lowest choir (arch-angels in the sense of being just above the lowest Choir of angels that is called only “angels”) but the latter may denote the highest of all the angels (i.e., Arch-angels in the sense of being above all angels, of any Choir. The seven highest Seraphim, Michael, being the highest of all).”

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_angelology

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Things that are slept on

Beds

Couches

Hammocks

James Rupert “Rhodey” Rhodes

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“We did it, Mr. Stark!”

“Yes, yes, now can you get off of me?”

“Five more minutes.”

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Remember how awesome it was when Iron Man survived Endgame? Yeah, me too. It was very sweet.

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I used two amazing pieces of art as a reference/inspiration for this one: this and this

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Crowley accidentally getting into an argument with an astrophysicist, proving all current scientific theories flawed, and providing a brand new theory with solid foundations.

It gets dubbed the devils theory, or in some places, the serpents science.

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I just absolutely GALAXY BRAINED and none of you can handle it.

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Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to

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AU Homeless

“Don’t you dare tell him.”  The words were said with a sob, tears dripping down May’s cheeks as she dropped onto the sofa that they would have to leave behind.  “Don’t…”. Her words caught and he sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and fighting his own tears.  Peter and his aunt sat on her bed, her face hidden in his chest.  “Please…we…we’ll be fine.  Just…”

“I won’t.”  Peter promised, knowing exactly who she was talking about.  Knowing that she was ashamed and devastated and afraid and that he had to take care of her.  Uncle Ben was gone.  Had been gone for two years now.  And yeah, he had Mr. Stark too.  The man had had him over a few times since the whole Homecoming fiasco a few months ago, mostly for suit repairs and the occasional lecture about being careful.  And Peter appreciated it.  Really.  No, the man hadn’t exactly been very ‘hands-on’ about the whole mentorship thing, but he had seen the man a few times.  Gotten a few phone calls.  Mr. Stark had always been nice…but Peter had to take care of his aunt.  It was up to him.

And he’d failed.

Thankfully it was the first week of summer.  He wouldn’t have to worry about the school noticing anything…wouldn’t have to worry about anyone asking any questions.  His brain was already humming…already working toward a plan.  Maybe he could shower at Ned’s.  Or sleep there if his mom didn’t notice.  He was sure that May could find s friend to stay with…and there was always the shelter.  Either way, he had to come up with a plan.  Had to figure out how to fix this.  No matter what May said.

It had been coming for weeks.  Overdue rent notices and bills with large red stamps that she tried to hide from Peter.  He had never asked her anything about them…he knew that she didn’t want to talk about it.  So he’d kept quiet.  Averted his eyes, like he was ashamed.  And he was.  Not of May, of course…of himself.  Of the situation.  He could have gotten a part time job.  Never mind the fact that May had forbidden it, especially after finding out about Spiderman. 

And then the eviction notice.  

“I won’t tell him.  I promise.”  He whispered, dropping his chin on her hair, jaw tight, eyes hot.  He wouldn’t.  Probably wouldn’t have the chance anyway.  

May sold what she could.  Pawned her jewelry and Peter tried to give her his computer, but she wouldn’t hear of it.  “You need that for school.”  She told him, touching his cheek, eyes full of tears as the two stood together in the middle of the now-empty living room.  Peter spent that last week in their apartment living in fear that someone would stop by and see it…that someone would find out.  Ned was on vacation with his parents for the first two weeks of summer, so he didn’t have to worry about that.  

Still, despite the fact that Mr. Stark had been to his apartment exactly one time, and only for a few minutes to recruit him, he was terrified that the man would stop by. That he would show up at their front door, knocking and then looking around their empty living room and Peter would have to think of some excuse for why they didn’t have a sofa or a TV or…or anything anymore.  All that was left were their beds and whatever food was in their fridge.  That was it.  And at night, as Peter slept in his empty room, clothes already stored in May’s car or his backpack, he had nightmares about it.  Terrible dreams. Dreams where Mr. Stark stood in their living room and looked at him in absolute disbelief.  

“How could you let this happen?”  

Other nights it was Ben.  Different father figure.  Sam question.

“How could you let this happen?”

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Give this guy a medal

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We’ve come a long way from where we began Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again

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i feel like this was deliberate

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But anyway

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listen the ONLY reason bucky/thor should be a Crack Thing is because their ship name would be ARM & HAMMER