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The only small issue I've had with the recent Spider-Woman trend is that, since most people don't read the comics, they make Petra sound too sheltered/insecure/withdrawn. Where's her snark? Her bite? Her charming asshole-ery??

They also make JJ sound too..."good" for lack of a better word. Jonah is a dick with a heart of silver, maybe gold if you spitshine it. Even if he IS fully supportive, he's still an ass.

A good example of how to voice their + Robbie's dynamic:

"A Letter From Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man" PLEASE READ IT THIS IS MY FIRST FAN COMIC EVER I BEG YOU 😭🙏🙏

I hope you read it all, and enjoyed!! Please share your thoughts about it, this is the first comic i ever made and i'm VERY excited, so your opinions mean A LOT!!! Also, I'm new on using Tumblr, so I'd really appreciate if you could share this in Tumblr terms (if you really enjoyed, of course 😊🙏)

Anonymous asked:

soooooooo, would you be willing to write a wisdom teeth fic for tasm!peter??? 🥰👉👈 (counting this as an ‘official’ request) but don’t wanna pressure you, and obvi no rush if you decide to, considering you just put that one fic out, but if you’d be willing to grace us with more fluffiness;

tasm!peter x fem!reader (established relationship?), super fluffy post-wisdom teeth fic. maybe classic scenario where reader forgets peter’s her bf under the anesthesia, and basically falls in love w him all over again ?? please and thank you ! :D

He's so perfect for this trope, thank you!

cw: amnesia, reader is on drugs, probably wildly inaccurate depiction of post-wisdom tooth removal care/procedure but hey it's for the love of the game

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 964 words

Your eyes land on Peter as a nurse wheels you out into the waiting area, but you don’t look as happy to see him as you usually do. He smiles at you. 

You move your gaze somewhere else. 

The nurse bends closer to your ear, asking, “Who’d you come here with?” 

You finger the bandage on your arm. “Um…” 

“Me.” Peter stands when he starts to worry you’re going to choose someone else. “I’ve got her.” Your nurse wheels you over, and he meets you halfway, absorbing your unfocussed stare. “Hi, pretty girl.” 

“Hi,” you say back, sounding unsure around a mouthful of cotton.