#𑁍 gwaaaaanda

[whosmoraless]

miles! i didnt know you got Tumblr too?

@ghostly-sunflower

[hello!! nice to meet u new mun :D]

hey hi! been looking for u wow that sounds ominous over text

so wsg?

[thor-ragnacock]

I Stan Gwaaaaanda

[whosmoraless]

miles?..

uhm.. hi. hello hi!

what are your guilty pleasures ? what’s your most embarrassing memory from childhood ? what’s your favorite movie theater snack ?

- 🩰🕸️

HIHI

i got a list now okok

b grade so-bad-theyre-on-mystery-science-theater-3000 movies

proooobably the time i forcibly made out w a tree first time i went sledding

kettle corn ftw

wby?

[whosmoraless]

@ask-gwendolyn-stacy

Miles knows he did everything right.

By the skin of his teeth, his plan worked. He escaped the horde of Spiders, Miguel, the people he once believed were his friends. A stranger trusted him and not her leader enough to send him home.

He should be home.

Why isn't he?

Instead, that machine spat him out to yesterday morning. Unscathed, even - save for emotional damage and tremors that could set off a richter scale.

At least now, Miles could get his dad a better cake.

...

He did everything right. Recreated today the best he could, down to the T. Dialogue, actions; feigning a lack of knowledge, that wide-eyed idealism, not being scared of the man he knows will in mere minutes blow up in a way that almost rivals Mount Vesuvius.

But when he leaps into the machine, it's yesterday again.

And so it goes.

...

By the fourth run, Miles is weary. One can only take being hurt so many ways so many times. So he tries something different. He hog-ties the Spot different ways. The swing with Gwen goes different; Miles doesn't show any excitement for the Society, she has no reason to be suspicious. Things with Miguel still go south, but Miles delays it by not charging into saving his dad.

He leaps into the machine. It's yesterday once more.

...

Seventh run, now, is it? Miles stopped keeping track. His body is intact but his mind is tattered. He just wants to go home. What is he doing wrong?

Another day. Another fight with the Spot - though he tries to give the abomination the... validation he asks for, the man(?) still finds a reason to absorb more power. Another painful talk with the counselor.

(His parents notice the way their son's shoulders drag, the way his smiles don't reach his eyes. But then Miles gives whats-her-face a perfect 'what I want to do with my life' speech that could only come from having done it seven times in a row, and they drop it.)

...

The worst part, really, is her.

Now that he's had more than ample opportunity to snoop, he understands, cognitively, that Gwen's been manipulated by her leader at the worst part of her life.

Still doesn't lesson the emotional blow she deals. Still doesn't wash away her betrayals.

But, for the sake of being able to sneak into the Society.

"Miles! Miles! Got a minute?"

He does a convincing fake-startle; though this time his room is clean and figures are put away by the time the portal stops warping gravity. "H- how did you-?"

As always, she hugs him, tight and awkward. Miles holds her, willing his hands not to tremble. Gwen fumbles through her greeting, as aways, and Miles listens, as always. "You grew! Had a little growth spurt."

He's so tired.

"And your hair has gotten pinker."

He just wants to be home.

"Is this where you grew up?"

A nod. Gwen snoops; doesn't open anything except for the sketchbook Miles intentionally left out; though he still acts the part of embarrassment.

Maybe the distraction will keep her from noticing the light having long been snuffed out from his eyes. So long as it's still in hers, it's okay, the run will go right.

[whosmoraless]

happy new years miles ✨🥂

@ghostly-sunflower

happy new years!! wyd?

[whosmoraless]

hey miles. merry christmas. :)

- @ask-gwendolyn-stacy

happy holidays!

didnt get this message sooner whoops

how was christmas this year for ya? if its ok to ask

[whosmoraless]

What if it’s a pillow fight between you and Gwen? Who’s winning then?

👀 i do not know

@ghostly-sunflower we gotta figure this out asap, it’s for SCIENCE

[whosmoraless]

In response Miles just groans, blinking one eye before the other. Her face swims into view like a mirage out of a desert; the white of her hood contrasting against the dark sky like a halo. Is this like one final hallucination my brain is cooking up? Or am I actually seeing...?

Gwen's talking to him, leaning over him, but he may well be hearing her from a dimension away, with how muffled her voice is and how long it takes his sluggish brain just to process the words.

What hurts? Everything, honestly. This had to be the worst patrol he's ever had. Normally he's better than this! He'd never, ever be so weak enough to get ambushed!

But he did; against people who knew his fighting style no less. The mangled metal of his webshooters digs into his wrists; almost a distraction from the bile that threatens to creep up his throat as he fully realizes just how bad it is that Gwen of all people is here, seeing him like this.

It takes a herculean effort just to barely recoil away from her, his body twitching and curling like a spider crushed underfoot. When he finally manages to speak, it's a barely-there, broken croak through numbed lips and a heavy tongue.

"Y- you shouldn't be here."

you ever find urself face-down in an alley at like 2am nd you realize, "oh, this might be how i die". every hope and dream ive ever had and everythng ive ever wanted to do and could ever do is all gnna be snuffed. oit right here in some rsndom street on a sunday night while im wearing fuckifjn spandex. and i have school tomrro1w but maybe i wont.

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With a groan, Miles lets his phone fall out of his hand; it somehow being the only thing on him that didn't get broken.

Maybe he's being overdramatic. He doesn't care. Doesn't... really care about much at all, actually. Shock makes you do crazy shit-- like make a vaguely concerning Tumblr post after a bungled patrol then immediately shut his phone off rather than call for help.

Not like he could feasibly do the latter anyways. Last thing he wants is for Spider-man to have a medical record, much less at his mom's hospital. Would the bite have messed with his body enough that he couldn't go through normal medical procedures?

... besides, if Spider-man has to call for help, that doesn't make him much of a protector, huh?

What kind of a protector, a good one at that, gets his ass beaten within an inch of his life on what was supposed to a normal, routine patrol? Crawls away to a random back alley to lick his wounds alone? If anyone saw him like this, he'd never live it down-- assuming he were still alive to see the headline anyways.

Fluffy snowflakes start falling, ever so daintily landing on Miles's overheated body, on his eyelashes. (huh. When did his mask lenses get shattered?) They contrast with the night sky like stars. The city noises turn into a hazy blur, like it's all a million miles away. The cars, a dog barking, the faint background buzz of electrical wires.

Not a bad place to die, Miles thinks with startling calmness.

He didn't expect what he believes is the end of his life to be so.... calm. Atmospheric, almost. Not like he's complaining though; too out of it to be worried. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier. His thoughts slow to what feels like sludge.

He doesn't register the crunch of shoes on pavement approaching him.

[whosmoraless]

WHATS WRONG WITH SALAD😭😭😭

“ you know, if there's a miguel burger in the cafeteria, why not have a miles drink? or a gwen salad? or a hobie... fork? i'm trying to gauge how many other spiders would want a change like this, i really think it would boost morale. “

☕️ @criskape

A HOBIE FORK IM CRYING

ykw that’s not a bad idea, idk who’s in charge of the food but they’re bound to see this

[whosmoraless]

I HAVE SM ALREADY-

granted they’re shaky crappy phone pics but AAAAA

IMC RING

GUYS

IM A BIG BROTHER

her name is billie mariana morales and i’ve known her for like an hour but id kill and die for her 🥹🥹🥹

OK STORYTIME, TRYIN NOT TO BE TMI

the reason my spider sense was tripping all day was cs my mama was ab to go into labor BUT ALMOST TWO MONTHS EARLY

it was scary afs😭😭 called dad in a PANIC to get us to the hospital bUT everybodys safe now, js tired. dad’s stayed cryin nonstop s2g and im boutta join him

also TRUST im gnna be worse than beter w her baby pics once theyre done

[whosmoraless]

:))))

Damnn Miles cheats in arm wrestles huh?? I like how with spider strength people are pretty well matched in strength

What did being zapped feel like?? Especially since he probably did like a lighter zap cause he definitely wouldn’t want it to hurt or anything

-🤖

ha he does cheat but then acts like he doesnt. we all are pretty well matched, but the strongest out of all of us would probably have to be Jessica because she's doing all this while pregnant

hmm, being zapped can probably vary from being friction shocked to being zapped to all hell like a tazer or something. he friction shocked me just so i would lose momentary grip

(you gotta ask miles himself though, i dont know everything about his powers)

[whosmoraless]

uhmMmm i said a lot of it in a blind panic but smn abt how a couple of random upperclassmen (srry if those scapegoats ever see my tumblr btw) have been bullying me really bad for like a year and it culminated in me getting pushed down that big ass flight of stairs 😭😭😭 and now im scared she’s gnna call the school board ab it and they’ll go through security footage and see nothing happened

life pro tip: dont ever lie to ur nurse mom ab severe injuries

she will find out.

you will have to make up some massive dramatic ass lie that rivals greek epics js to explain it.

it will be horrible.

[whosmoraless]

im ab as much in the dark as you😃

You wanna see yours and gwen's kids from that universe?

ykw yea sure

[whosmoraless]

Miles's heart clenches painfully in his chest, a wave of anger relief pain longing guilt washing over him. Her anger is only natural, she's worried, but still.... he can't really understand it.

Why is she here? There's no reason for her to be. Why is she worried about me? Why would she even care? After all the bullshit that's happened between us...

He wants to insist that no, she isn't where she should be, but there's simply no energy left to argue. Even just staying awake is a monumental task.

Where doesn't it hurt? His breathing is ragged, each breath a caged animal pounding itself against a too-small cage until it rattles. His head is pounding, his body is throbbing, and the cold air pierces through his torn suit into his very bones.

But what really, really hurts is the mere fact that that yes, that's Gwen in front of him. Not an angel, not a ghost, it really is her.

He can't bring himself to look at her face.

All at once, that clusterfuck of too-complicated feelings seems to dislodge itself from his body, like a connective tendon got ripped out of a piece of meat. Miles lets his body slump in defeat; his head making a dull thunk sound against the cement.

He's tired. So very much so. From things other than the immediate fight.

"Everything. Every-thing hurts," he barely managed to wheeze; the admittance as painful as the mere act of speaking is. "Just... g- go. Please."

you ever find urself face-down in an alley at like 2am nd you realize, "oh, this might be how i die". every hope and dream ive ever had and everythng ive ever wanted to do and could ever do is all gnna be snuffed. oit right here in some rsndom street on a sunday night while im wearing fuckifjn spandex. and i have school tomrro1w but maybe i wont.

❆ · ( open starter ) · ❆

With a groan, Miles lets his phone fall out of his hand; it somehow being the only thing on him that didn't get broken.

Maybe he's being overdramatic. He doesn't care. Doesn't... really care about much at all, actually. Shock makes you do crazy shit-- like make a vaguely concerning Tumblr post after a bungled patrol then immediately shut his phone off rather than call for help.

Not like he could feasibly do the latter anyways. Last thing he wants is for Spider-man to have a medical record, much less at his mom's hospital. Would the bite have messed with his body enough that he couldn't go through normal medical procedures?

... besides, if Spider-man has to call for help, that doesn't make him much of a protector, huh?

What kind of a protector, a good one at that, gets his ass beaten within an inch of his life on what was supposed to a normal, routine patrol? Crawls away to a random back alley to lick his wounds alone? If anyone saw him like this, he'd never live it down-- assuming he were still alive to see the headline anyways.

Fluffy snowflakes start falling, ever so daintily landing on Miles's overheated body, on his eyelashes. (huh. When did his mask lenses get shattered?) They contrast with the night sky like stars. The city noises turn into a hazy blur, like it's all a million miles away. The cars, a dog barking, the faint background buzz of electrical wires.

Not a bad place to die, Miles thinks with startling calmness.

He didn't expect what he believes is the end of his life to be so.... calm. Atmospheric, almost. Not like he's complaining though; too out of it to be worried. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier. His thoughts slow to what feels like sludge.

He doesn't register the crunch of shoes on pavement approaching him.

[whosmoraless]

same tbh 🫥 if i get any more tests im gnna crash out

plus my mamí nd i are running ourselves to the DIRT w getting ready thanksgiving is2g

miles! i didnt know you got Tumblr too?

@ghostly-sunflower

[hello!! nice to meet u new mun :D]

hey hi! been looking for u wow that sounds ominous over text

so wsg?

[whosmoraless]

ohh no i didnt think of that, im so sorry

if you want, ur friends nd i cld do a mini thanksgiving type dinner afterwards or day of. my family will def have enough leftovers to bring for one

scheduling will probs be the worst part but yk, its an idea, no pressure

miles! i didnt know you got Tumblr too?

@ghostly-sunflower

[hello!! nice to meet u new mun :D]

hey hi! been looking for u wow that sounds ominous over text

so wsg?