- Song of the year?
- Album of the year?
- Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
- Movie of the year?
- TV show of the year?
- Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?
- Favorite actor of the year?
- Game of the year?
- Best month for you this year?
- Something that made you cry this year?
- Something you want to do again next year?
- Talk about a new friend you made this year
- How was your birthday this year?
- Favorite book you read this year?
- What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?
- Post a picture from the beginning of the year
- Post a picture from the end of the year
- A memorable meal this year?
- What’re you excited about for next year?
- What’s something you learned this year?
- What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?
- Favorite place you visited this year?
- If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?
- Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?
- Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one
There’s a year where both Aunt May and Norman Osborn are dead (or believed to be). Harry’s in the middle of his addiction, and Peter’s on the outs with all of his girlfriends.
Peter is planning to spend the whole night of Christmas eve patrolling the city, but he’s interrupted just before he’s going to leave by a very drunk Harry knocking on the door and singing a Christmas carol at the top of his lungs.
Peter pulls him inside– if only to stop him singing and the neighbors complaining. He’s only intending to let him stay for a few minutes, but Harry doesn’t seem safe to leave alone, swinging back and forth between broadly jovial, and on the verge of tears.
Eventually Peter decides that whatever’s going on in this city, this is the place he can do the most good that night. He makes some coffee, and calls in an order for chinese food, hoping to sober Harry up a little.
The heat in Peter’s tiny apartment is terrible, so they end up spending the night snuggled under the same blanket on Peter’s couch, watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” on broadcast tv and eating chop suey, before they fall asleep right there.
Random Prompt #90
“Did you just fucking bite me?”
“…Yes, only a little. It’s an affectionate thing, I promise.”
fuck it, reblog to give the person you rb’ed this from a freshly baked buttery croissant.
