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y’all are sleeping on the gifted

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somebody with a muse over the age of 20: *interacts with griffin* me: *pops confetti* congrats on you new son!!!!!!

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“Thank you.” Matt replied. He shouldn’t expect Griffin to understand if he chose to actually tell someone, so it was a relief that he agreed to keep the secret. He’d never imagine he’d trust a random kid on the street to know Daredevil was blind, so it was a nice surprise.

Admittedly, Griffin’s explanation made him feel a bit bad to taking up on the offer. He would never agree to it if he knew it was like taking something from the kid. It wasn’t like he actually needed it to begin with– none of his current injurues were that severe, and even if they were, he had Maggie, or Claire if she was in town and he was far more used to healing on his own anyway, so he didn’t really need Griffin to do that for him. He took note to never do that again if he ever happened to run into him again.

“Sorry about that,” He said, though there wasn’t much he could do about it now. It was interesting to hear about what Griffin could do, even if he couldn’t properly control it yet– it was always something to meet another person with superpowers, after all. “Do you, uh… do you actually live here?” He asked. “You and your brother?” Matt hated to grow up at St. Agness, but at least he had a roof over his head then, he didn’t have to live on a fire escape. “Don’t you guys have anywhere to go?”

   “No–– no don’t be! I like to do it. I like helping people. It makes me feel like... like I’m making a difference somehow.” Griffin had never told anyone that before. It wasn’t that his reasons were a secret but rather that Griffin rarely stayed to chat with someone he helped. He tried to be quick so that he wasn’t questioned and left immediately after to keep from being followed. After all, there was only one of him and a whole city full of people that needed help. Griffin couldn’t help all of them in a single day. Hell, more than two sometimes were enough to knock him on his ass. Especially if he hadn’t eaten that day.

   Fingers played with the worn fabric of his sleeve, shrinking into the bars at his back when the conversation shifted. He had another sweatshirt in his bag for when it was really cold but would probably have to make a raid on the nearest Goodwill soon. One could only mend a shirt so many times before it unraveled entirely. “He doesn’t live with me. Not anymore.” Griffin’s voice was quieter and he drew up a leg to his chest, looping his arms around the knee. “He’s got a nice foster family now. They’re older, but he’s a great kid. He’s got a real shot at getting adopted.” But not if they found out about Griffin.

   Hugging his knee in silence, Griffin sought out the words to explain and found they wouldn’t come. How was he supposed to say that people didn’t want to adopt a disabled teenager? How was he supposed to tell them that just finding out about Griffin was enough to make Nathan getting adopted so much more difficult? Griffin didn’t want to tell Daredevil. Just hearing the words aloud would be like a physical blow. It would make them true. Another beat passed and Griffin rubbed a hand over his face. “I live here. He lives there where it’s safer. I visit but–– it’s better for him if no one knows about me.”

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sensesdialed:

Yeah, and I wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider. For once Peter holds his tongue, although he’s PRETTY sure he scared the guy up here judging by the soup spilt all over the ground. He leans back on the balls of his feet, eager gaze flickering around the scene. There isn’t any crime around, which is why he’s aimlessly traveling from rooftop to rooftop, but he has a tendency to get RECKLESS without action. 

“Parkour Ninja?” Peter repeats, a grin spreading across his face (He also manages to resist a pun regarding parkour and his LAST NAME– something he definitely can’t say, he might as well just rip the mask off if he does). “I mean– that sounds pretty cool too, but I’m SPIDER-MAN. I’m– on YouTube and stuff…friendly neighborhood hero, stopping crime, that sort of thing?” It’s been a while since somebody hasn’t recognized him. 

   “Do you think I watch a lot of YouTube up here?” Despite the sarcasm, tense shoulders relaxed and muscles unclenched as the conversation continued. Griffin had heard of Spider-Man. From his kid brother mostly; Nathan was obsessed with superheroes but had a soft spot for their city’s crime fighting neighborhood spider. Just wait until Griffin told him about meeting Spider-Man in person.

   A hand reached back and rubbed the back of his neck. “That was rude. Sorry. I didn’t–– my vision isn’t the best.” Hashtag non-existent. But they didn’t need to know that. “My kid brother is a HUGE fan though. He’s got your action figure. It shoots these little plastic web things. It’s wicked cool.” The slight grin that had made an appearance at the mention of his brother faded as Griffin remembered why he had been not scared in the first place. “You’re not here to kick me out, right? I only sleep here. No one else uses the building.”

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                                                 IND. HIGHLY SELECTIVE.                                                                         CANON DIVERGENT                                                                           WRITTEN BY ANDII

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Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating h e a r t

                              They tell me I’m too YOUNG to understand                                          They say I’m caught up in a DREAM

                                                                                     I tried carrying the WEIGHT of the world                                                                                              BUT I ONLY HAVE TWO HANDS

indie / semi selective / mcu based PETER PARKER / est may 2018

webbed by ash                                                                                           promo by honey

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“Underneath it all, You’ll always have this war inside yourself ”

                 STILES STILINSKI-STARK- Teen Wolf/MCU Crossover blog

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dying’s   easy   .   YOU’RE   GONNA   LEARN   ABOUT   PAIN  .   every   morning   I   look   for   ‘em   ,   Bill   .   I   look   for   ‘em   but   then   I   remember   .   it’s   gonna   be   the   same   for   you   .   when   you   look   at   your   ugly   ,   mangled   face   ,   you’re   gonna   remember   what   you   did.   you’ll   remember   ,   Bill   .   YOU’LL   REMEMBER   ME   !     ────    netflix   mcu   based   +   comic   influenced   FRANK   CASTLE    /    THE   PUNISHER   .   always   loved   by   eclipse   .    (   priv.   ind.   sel.   )

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greatestmarksman:

“I didn’t get knocked out, okay? Just decided to take a quick nap.” 

   “Do you normally take naps after falling from exploding buildings?”

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@forthewinn gets a starter <3

   The bar was the only place Griffin could think of going. He had never been allowed inside. Even with a fake, Griffin guessed he still looked too young  because the bouncers had never let him near the front door. But this bar wasn’t like other bars. It was full of aliens and other people with special abilities. Griffin wasn’t sure which he was himself but it was the only place he knew might be able to help him.

   This time, he didn’t make it close enough to be turned away. Sitting on the ground with his head against a dumpster out behind the bar, Griffin sucked in slow breaths through his teeth and tried to calm down. Just breathe. Breathe and pull himself together so that he could find someone who–– the back door opened. Griffin straightened up against the metal as someone walked away from the bar, muttering under their breath about something only for their steps to stutter to a stop a few feet away.

   With bloody hands clamped tight around his left leg and some kind of alien spike sticking out of it, Griffin was sure the sight was something slightly horrifying. Luckily for him, what things looked like was rarely a concern of Griffin’s.

     “... any chance you’ve got some giant tweezers I could borrow?”

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@doineann gets a starter for Charles Xavier <3

   “Boarding school?” The words tasted almost foreign leaving his lips. Griffin and school hadn’t had the best relationship over the past few years. As in, Griffin hadn’t set foot in a classroom since the age of nine. But a private school? All expenses paid? Going out of their way to track Griffin down and offer him admittance? This wasn’t Harry Potter. It was too good to be true.

   “Listen, Sir. You’ve got the wrong kid. I’m not–– I’m not smart. And I didn’t apply to any boarding school.”

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@sertralinelost gets a starter <3

   When it came to academics, Griffin wasn’t the smartest kid. He hadn’t been to school in years and had fallen severely behind on his studies. But when it came to street smarts? Griffin liked to think he had fairly good instincts. It was those same instincts that had him backing away when two women stopped their bus and tried to guide him on. At first, their tones were gentle and persuasive, but when Griffin continued to RESIST, they grew more forceful. A hand closing tight around his wrist was the last straw.

   Quickly breaking free of the grip, Griffin spun around and took off running. They called after him and Griffin hugged the side of the building as he made his escape, fingers trailing along the bricks as he turned down another alley only to crash full speed into someone in his path. He fell back and sprawled across the pavement. “Ohh... ow.” Calloused fingers reached back and held his head. “––my bad. Didn’t see you there.”

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Me, after using my 5 icons of ryan pctter: 

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brtnds:

A  GRIN  FORMS  on  her  lips  unbidden  at  Rex’s  eagerness  to  pull  the  handles  for  the  slurpee  machine,  different  flavors  burping  into  the  cup.     Simple  treats  put  a  smile  on  his  face,  something  she  felt  too  happy  to  oblige  on  weekends.     With  a  little  spending  money  on  hand,  she  could  indulge  him.      Head  whips  around,  long  hair  flying,  at  the  sound  of  the  another  boy’s  voice,  only  for  her  forehead  to  furrow  at  the  ragged  sight  of  him.     Didn’t  he  have  someone  to make  certain  his  clothes  were  clean?     The  question  doesn’t  smooth  her  brow,  only  worries  her  more,  but  she  reaches  for  the  can.      Not  taking  it,  her  hand  simply  covers  his  to  steady  it.     Minestrone  soup.      ❝  Yes,  beef.      Can  I  help  you  with  anything  else?  ❞

   A slight flinch rocked him at her touch but he didn’t pull away. Her hand was warm where Griffin’s were COLD and it felt nice. “Oh.” The offer to help him further was somehow more startling than her touch and for a moment, Griffin didn’t know how to reply. People were rarely kind to him, and when they were, their ‘kindness’ came with a price. “Could you–– um, I don’t eat meat. I try not to. But I don’t know which soup to get.” Maybe it wasn’t worth it. Maybe he should just take his granola bars and run. But soup and other canned goods? They were more filling than anything else Griffin could fit in his pockets.

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brtnds:

❝  PUT  THAT  ONE  back,  Rex.  ❞          Amused  tone  clear,  nevertheless,  her  hand  reaches  out  to  press  the  large  cup  back  into  its  dispenser,  free  fingers  pointing  to  the  appropriate  size.          ❝  No  one  needs  that  much  sugar,  let  alone  you.  ❞        The  8-year-old  would  be  liable  to  smack  the  ceiling  with  the  high,  one  she  would  hate  to  experience.     Arm  snakes  about  his  shoulders  as  he  groans,  squeezing  as  she  tugs  him  toward  the  machine.     Gaze  glancing  about,  eyes  settle  on  a  teen  standing  in  another  part  of  the  store.     Not  thinking  much,  catching  his  eye,  she  smiled  softly  before  bending  to  press  her  lips  to  Rex’s  hair,  attention  shifted  once  again.           ——  @lightfxrged  —  griffin

   Granola bars were the easiest to STEAL. Griffin could stuff them up his sleeves or in his pockets. Soup cans and sandwiches were harder. He could hide them under his jacket but the lump and weight made things awkward. They lasted longer though even though the risk of getting caught was greater. He could hear a woman and a kid roaming about the store, the kid begging for some sugary treat that, despite himself, had Griffin smiling. His kid brother Nathan had a sweet tooth too. “––um, excuse me? ma’am?” Griffin was slow to approach her. She had a kid with her and Griffin... Griffin was some random skinny teenager in dirty oversized clothes. “Could you tell me if this has meat in it?” He held up a can. “I–– I can’t read... well.”

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Big Hero 6! w/ Ryan Potter (x)