#Tailor Tony Art

[space-mermaid-writing]

Just Tony in a three piece maroon suit. That's it. I worked on a similar suit last weekend and was inspired.

Maybe a more detailed version of this. Probably.

[ultravioletlightwaves]

Time for a new uniform.

Tony should really let SHIELD take care of this particular task, but he can’t bring himself to give it up.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hiya! so I was thinking about Peter Quill with an artistic reader (in the form of headcanons) bc omg i think that'd be absolutely adorable and ive been going in a spiral for him lately

Just a thought! You dont need to do it if youre busy, have a great week!

hii! omg yes I love it. and don’t worry me you and everyone else feels the same way😭 ive been defending him in comment sections for years so im glad he’s finally getting recognition he deserves. big up quill. I also did this first, as it was a fun sorta break in between other writing. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 have a great weekend also. xo

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Peter Quill x reader (gn)

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- he doesn’t always have the best attention span, but when it comes to you he could watch you paint/ draw for hours. it’s something that keeps him entertained

- he likes to ask questions/ communicate while you work “that’s cool, what does that do?” or “how did you do that?” feel like he’d be mesmerised watching the canvas come to life

- you both listen to his music while you do anything artsy, the combination is the best of both worlds

- but if he’s not watching you/ hanging around at the same time, you like to listen to his music so it feels like he’s still there. he’s silently caught you a few times and it makes him feel special that his music means so much to you

- he definitely brags to the other guardians about how talented you are (like tony and thor talking about their girls in age of ultron)

- I feel like he can be a great helper- if you’re at the easel, he stands next to you holding the things you need so you don’t have to keep bending/ reaching etc. or if you need a brush cleaned, he’d do it for you

- if you wanted to do pottery, he’d get rocket to make you a pottery wheel, whatever you needed, rocket will make

- if you live with him in his apartment on knowhere, he’s moved his things about so that you could paint by the window/ designated a space/ area for you to work at (he remembers watching bob ross a couple times when he was a kid, so he used the tips he learned and put them into practice for you)

- if and when he sees any kind of art materials on other planets, he definitely brings them back for you. over a while you’ve acquired quite a diverse set of tools that’s broadened the quality of your art

- I feel like he’d kind of pimp you out- would put your name out there to get more people to commission work from you

- you’re now the go-to that people come to when they want new things for their houses. a majority of people on knowhere have probably bought work from you

- you’ve made pieces for every guardian, something specific and detailed that has meaning to each individual (kind of like the holiday special) you’d be very creative and intricate in tailoring the work to the person

- mantis absolutely adores what you made. nebula was apprehensive at first but you caught her smiling when she thought you weren’t paying attention. drax goes into great detail when he describes what he loves about it, always using crazy big adjectives. rocket said he doesn’t care for art, but the way it’s displayed in his apartment tells you otherwise. and groot was super happy to have something made by you

- quill has treasured everything you’ve ever made him, he can be very sentimental so all the work you made is something he deeply appreciates. something minuscule you made at the beginning of the relationship, is kept in one of his memory boxes (like a flower made of tissue)

- maybe you’ve made things to honour his parents, using stories he’s told you into creating something beautiful (two separate pieces- one of meredith and one of yondu) they are something he has hung up and displayed in his apartment. I feel like it’s helped him deal with his grief- and over time he’s been able to look at the artwork without feeling sad. now he can smile when he sees their faces

- its definitely made him fall harder for you

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The mourning suit. This is the costume that instantly made me go "WHAT? oh, no" Because look at it. It looks like it's made of wool. This is the moment it appears, half way through episode 33. What.

There's no embellishment, no shine of any kind, no transparency unless it's backlit. I can't tell what the material really is, but it looks like a fine dark grey wool with a subtle richness of shade in the weave, and a sort of crepe edging (which the sleeves also have).

That seam along the top of the shoulder is surprising: visible seams hardly happen in his other costumes, except when they're revealed by patterns, and specifically not there.

None of these high-necked, imperious undershirts. No glitter. No train. No storm-clouds of gauze, no explosions of gold, no river of velvet in five shades of honey, no roots of the forest, no flames, not even the black satin or the silver moonscapes he wore in the human realm. Just a leather belt on top and skin underneath. Not even a buckle.

The total effect of he way the sleeves hang, the textures, and the composition of the shot above, is to make him look tiny in relation to Shangque. Our eyes are invited to abandon the delusion that he is tall or imposing, and recognise the body of a dancer.

The headpiece points down more than up, and hardly even shines. It could be jet, and you can hardly see it from the front, it just makes absurd little antennae above the ears.

It's ankle-length, and there's no train at all; the shape is relatively practical, like the hunting dress, or like Shangque's outfit.

Of all the costumes, I think this has two other outstanding, and contradictory, properties:

it's the one that can only be created instantaneously out of the fabric of fantasy spacetime by the character's state of mind. In the previous scene, in the same location, he was still wearing the Fire Gown. What purpose or occasion could possibly explain this having ever been made for him? It's intentionally unclear how either clothes or bodies are supposed to work in-universe, but can you imagine this sitting in a sandalwood chest in Moon Palace waiting to be magically summoned? It's a nope from me.

It's the one that's most explicit about someone having made it. There's a visible shoulder seam, and another that joins the sleeve.

This outfit is an extreme contrast of visual texture with every other thing the character has worn, up to this moment.

And, to my Western eye, the colour and unadorned texture, not to mention the lapels, bring an association of ideas which I will call on the art historian Anne Hollander to explain. She's writing about the genesis of the modern Western suit, about 1810:

"Formerly the play of light on rich and glinting textures had seemed to endow the gentleman with the play of aristocratic sensibility, and made him an appropriate vessel for exquisite courtesy, schooled wit, and refined arrogance without having to reveal the true fibre and calibre of his individual soul any more than that of his body. ... ... Brocade and embroidery had once indicated the generic superiority even of quite inferior individuals, and had displayed the beauty of the costume, not the man. Careful fit witout adornment, on the other hand, emphasizes the unique grace of the individual body - indeed creates it, in the highest tailoring tradition. The man's rank, or even his deeds, are irrelevant to the fine cut of his plain coat; only his personal qualities are shown to matter. ... ... The perfect man, as conceived by English tailors, was part English country gentleman, part innocent natural Adam, and part naked Apollo the creator and destroyer ... expressed not in bronze or marble but in natural wool, linen, and leather, wearing an easy skin as perfect as the silky pelt of the ideal hound or horse, lion or panther."

Anne Hollander, Sex and Suits, pp 90-91

As a visual comparison, here are three actual suits being worn in masterly fashion by (l to r) Tony Leung, Wang Yibo, and Eric Wang in the trailer for Hidden Blade (2023), which happens to be on my dash:

You see Hollander's point about the panther, right?

I also think it's a great illustration of another point she makes: the similarity of these three different suits focuses your attention on how different these three men really look. But that's another story.

I should spell out here that it's possible, and likely, that my association of ideas here was mostly a coincidence based on the very first glimpse, and the mood they were really going for with this costume is nothing more than humility and grief. The concept of a suit is not just texture and colour and visual simplicity: the complicated, multi-layered inner construction that uses the unique structural properties of wool cloth to create that illusion of panther-like simplicity is important, and tailoring is not being used in that way for this costume, at least not visibly. Other costumes have more fit-and-cut going on than this one.

But, either way. The drastic visual contrast is telling us that we are down to business now, the setup is over, it's all unwind from here.

So, I called this the mourning suit, since that's what he's mostly doing in this series of scenes, and I can't resist the opportunity for a pun that goes with the colour scheme.

And I felt like I was being told: now we find out who he really is and what he does when the chips are down. I for one was delighted to see that "who he really is" still includes "hilarious bitch", among other things. Pour one out for Lady Chiedi. Changheng is right there. The grey underlayer has a subtle pattern.

He continues to wear this right through episodes 34 (this beautiful scene where he tries to be a dick and then silently concedes Shangque's point). The dark top layer is split at the sides, which creates this cute fanned-out tail, like a bird.

Shangque is such a good friend.

The breakdown in Ep 35. This was the nearest I could find to a full-length view of this outfit that's close enough to see anything.

It's still with us when a revelation triggers "RTFM: The Comeback" (see this):

In another visually shocking departure from everything we've seen before: there's no long under-sleeve covering the wrists. The big sleeves just fall back as the 'rescue' theme rises in the music.

The goodbye snog. This grey underlayer actually seems to be two layers, which brings this to the usual number of visible layers, it's just that the inner layer hasn't got the high neck we were seeing before, and the top layer goes under the belt rather than over.

The dramatic exit - and I was delighted to see that as well as "the bitchy part" and "the part that Reads The Fucking Manual and compares it with the data", we also still have "the dramatic flouncy part" of his personality.

Minus glitter, dramatic eyeliner, rivers of velvet or clouds of gauze, he's still backing himself to seize the situation by the throat, and I love that for him.

After this, it isn't worn again.

Anyway: the point of this costume is to pack an emotional punch by its contrast to everything else, and it does that very well.

The DFQC costumes master post is here.

[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 31

HAPPY HOGMANAY! What's is Hogmanay you say? Why the roots of Hogmanay reach back to the celebration of the winter solstice among the Norse, as well as incorporating customs from the Gaelic New Year's celebration of Samhain.

In Europe, winter solstice evolved into the ancient celebration of Saturnalia, a great Roman winter festival, where people celebrated completely free of restraint and inhibition. The Vikings celebrated Yule, which later contributed to the Twelve Days of Christmas, or the "Daft Days" (really) as they were sometimes called in Scotland. The winter festival went underground with the Protestant Reformation and ensuing years, but re-emerged near the end of the 17th century. A very Scottish thing Hogmanay. Wear a kilt to this evening's festivities to set the mood right!

192 – The Roman emperor Commodus died on this date (b.161). It's New Year's Eve and, after a long year's journey, we are finally at the end of this year. To be on the safe side, why not stay home and watch old reruns of Guy Lombardo and spend a quiet evening in memory of the emperor Commodus, who called his exceptionally well-endowed cup-bearer "my donkey," and was strangled by an over- enthusiastic wrestler named Narcissus on this day.

In 2000's neo-blood and sandals epic Gladiator, Commodus was portrayed by Joaquin Phoenix in an Academy-Award-nominated performance. The historical character of Commodus is fictionalized in the movie as a deranged megalomaniac who murders Marcus Aurelius to usurp the throne. There is no historical evidence suggesting Marcus Aurelius was murdered, much less by his own son. However the movie removes some of the most bizarre eccentricities of Commodus. The film's protagonist, Maximus Decimus Meridius (played by Russell Crowe) is loosely inspired by Narcissus, and was named so in a previous draft of the screenplay, but as in The Fall of the Roman Empire Commodus is killed in hand-to-hand combat. Commodus's death 

Dressing Tony Curtis for "Some Like It Hot"

1897 – Orry-Kelly was the professional name of Orry George Kelly (d.1964), a prolific Hollywood costume designer.

He was born in Kiama, New South Wales, Australia, and was known as Jack Kelly. His father William Kelly, was born on the Isle of Man and was a gentleman tailor in Kiama. Orry was a name of an ancient King of Man. Jack Kelly studied art in Sydney, and worked as a tailor's apprentice and window dresser.

He journeyed to New York to pursue an acting career. He shared an apartment there with Charlie Spangles and Cary Grant. Director Gillian Armstrong writes of this time:

''The big secret is that when Orry first got to New York and was trying to get his start, painting murals on walls and selling hand-painted ties, he ended up rooming with a young British actor called Archie Leach. They definitely became lovers and were living together for about five years.''

The job painting murals in a nightclub led to his employment by Fox East Coast studios illustrating titles. He designed costumes and sets for Broadway's Shubert Revues and George White's Scandals. His lover, Archie Leach, went on to become Cary Grant.

Orry-Kelly went to Hollywood in 1932, working for all the major studios (Warner Brothers, Universal, RKO, 20th Century Fox, and MGM), and designed for all the great actresses of the day, including Bette Davis, Kay Francis, Olivia de Havilland, Katharine Hepburn, Dolores del Río, Ava Gardner, Ann Sheridan, Barbara Stanwyck, and Merle Oberon.

He worked on many films now deemed classics, including 42nd Street, The Maltese Falcon, Casablanca, Arsenic and Old Lace, Harvey, Oklahoma!, Auntie Mame, and Some Like It Hot.He won three Academy Awards for Best Costume Design (for An American in Paris, Cole Porter's Les Girls, and Some Like It Hot) and was nominated for a fourth (for Gypsy). A longtime alcoholic, he died of liver cancer in Hollywood. His pallbearers included Cary Grant, Tony Curtis, Billy Wilder and George Cukor and his eulogy was read by Jack Warner. His Academy Awards went to Jack Warner's wife, Ann.

1948 – Joe Dallesandro, is an American actor and Warhol superstar. Although he never became a mainstream film star, Dallesandro is generally considered to be the most famous male sex symbol of American underground films of the 20th century, as well as a sex symbol of gay subculture

Born into a dysfunctional family, Joe was placed in foster homes. Dallesandro began acting out and became aggressive. He repeatedly ran away from his foster home until his father finally relented and allowed him to live with him. At the age of 14, Dallesandro and his brother moved to Queens to live with their paternal grandparents and their father.

At 15, he was expelled from school for punching the principal, who had insulted his father. After his expulsion, Dallesandro began hanging out with gangs and started stealing cars. In once such instance, Dallesandro panicked and smashed the stolen car he was driving through the gate of the Holland Tunnel. He was stopped by a police roadblock and shot once in the leg by police who mistakenly thought he was armed. Dallesandro managed to escape being caught by police, but was later arrested when his father took him to the hospital for his gunshot wound. He was sentenced to Camp Cass Rehabilitation Center for Boys in the Catskills in 1964

The following year, Dallesandro ran away from Camp Cass. He supported himself by prostitution and later nude modeling, appearing most notably in short films and magazine photos for Bob Mizer's Athletic Model Guild.

Dallesandro met Andy Warhol and Paul Morrissey in 1967 while they were shooting Four Stars, and they cast him in the film on the spot. Warhol would later comment "In my movies, everyone's in love with Joe Dallesandro."

Dallesandro played a hustler in his third Warhol film, Flesh (1968), where he had several nude scenes. Flesh became a crossover hit with mainstream audiences, and Dallesandro became the most popular of the Warhol stars. New York Times film critic Vincent Canby wrote of him: "His physique is so magnificently shaped that men as well as women become disconnected at the sight of him."

A Warhol photograph of the crotch bulge of Dallesandro's tight blue jeans graces the famous cover of the Rolling Stones album Sticky Fingers. Dallesandro explained to biographer Michael Ferguson, "It was just out of a collection of junk photos that Andy pulled from. He didn't pull it out for the design or anything, it was just the first one he got that he felt was the right shape to fit what he wanted to use for the fly."

As Dallesandro's underground fame began to cross over into the popular culture, he graced the cover of Rolling Stone in April 1971. He was also photographed by some of the top celebrity photographers of the time.

He continued to star in films made mainly in France and Italy for the rest of the decade, returning to America in the 1980s. He made several mainstream films during the 1980s and 1990s. One of his first notable roles was that of 1920s gangster Lucky Luciano in Francis Coppola's The Cotton Club. He also had roles in Critical Condition (1987), Sunset (1988) , Guncrazy (1992), Cry-Baby (1990), and The Limey.

In addition to films, Dallesandro has also worked in television. In 1986, he co-starred in the ABC drama series Fortune Dane. The series lasted only five episodes. Dallesandro has also made guest appearances on Wiseguy, Miami Vice, and Matlock.

In 2009, Dallesandro wrote and produced the documentary film Little Joe. The film chronicles Dallesandro's life and career.

Dallesandro, who identifies himself as bisexual, has been married three times and has two children. He is semi-retired from acting, and currently manages an apartment building in Los Angeles.

1948 – The American singer Donna Summer, was born on this date (d.2012). She was an American singer, songwriter and artist, best known for a string of disco hits in the late 1970s that earned her the title "Queen Of Disco" and as one of the few disco-based artists to have longevity on the charts through the late 1980s and beyond.

The question with Donna Summer is, "is she or isn't she?" Homophobic that is!

In the mid 1980s, rumors began circulating that Summer had allegedly made anti-gay comments regarding the AIDS epidemic as being a punishment from God for homosexuality. The fallout from the alleged quote had a significantly negative impact on Summer's career, which saw thousands of her records being returned to her record company by angered fans. However, Summer denied making any such remarks and many years later she filed a lawsuit against New York magazine when it reprinted the rumors as fact, just as Summer was about to release her latest album Mistaken Identity in 1991. According to an A&E Biography program in which Summer participated in 1995, the lawsuit was settled out of court with neither side discussing details of the settlement.

D.L. Groover of Houston's OutSmart magazine wrote that after a 1983 concert in Atlantic City, Summer was talking to the fans, as she liked to do at this first- comeback point in her career. A man with AIDS asked her to pray for him, because he knew of her born-again Christian beliefs, and she said she would be delighted. Someone else piped up that she was being hypocritical. At that point, all accounts get fuzzy and overblown, but every witness says that the heated situation deteriorated, with many outraged patrons shouting as they left the auditorium. In more than one account, Summer said that AIDS appeared in the gay community because of its reckless lifestyle... but did not say that AIDS was God's punishment. She and the gay fan prayed together, she asked him to turn his life to Christ, and she embraced him - a courageous act at a time when most people would have run screaming from the room to get away from someone with the deadly disease.

For her part Summer told The Advocate in 1989 that "A couple of the people I write with are gay, and they have been ever since I met them. What people want to do with their bodies is their personal preference. I'm not going to stand in judgment about what the Bible says about someone else's life. I've got things in my life I've got to clean up. What's in your life is your business." Make of that what you will.

Rick Sandford as Ben Barker

1950 – Rick Sandford (d.1995) was a documentary research assistant, editor and actor of gay erotic movies and author.

Rick Steven Sandford was born in Denver, Colorado, and grew up in the Lake Tahoe area. His early difficulties learning to read led his parents to enroll him in a private school.

After his graduation in 1969, he first went to Los Angeles on vacation, to see the musical, Hair and the Russian motion picture version of War and Peace, and after 1972, Sandford remained in Los Angeles employed in various positions, from an usher at Grauman's Chinese Theatre to a television show stand-in.

In 1977 he met Josh Becker, American writer and director, of films and television, who would become his long-time friend, according to Becker, Sandford only heterosexual friend.

Initially living in a bungalow behind a house in West Hollywood, Sandford was evicted and with his best friend, Stacey, with whom he had grown up in Reno, he moved into a one-bedroom apartment at 666 N. Van Ness.

Sandford received credit as research assistant on 50 Golden Years of Oscar: the Official History of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences and Ronald Haver's David O. Selznick's Hollywood. Sandford served as assistant on the 1990 documentary Hollywood Mavericks.

Sandford appeared on television shows and in motion pictures as an extra and in a few bit parts: in episodes of Police Woman in 1974 and Step by Step in 1991. During the late 1970s and early 1980s he worked as an editor on 3 gay erotic films and appeared as Benjamin Barker or Ben Barker in 13 gay erotic motion pictures including Kip Noll and the Westside Boys, Rear Deliveries, Skin Deep, The Class of '84 Part 2 Jocks, Gold Rush Boys, The Boys of San Francisco, A Night at Halsted's, and Games.In the mid 1980s, Don Bachardy sketched Sandford for his book, Drawing of the Male Nude; both Bachardy and his partner Christopher Isherwood were friends with Sandford. During this time, Sandford introduced Bachardy and Isherwood to Yale-trained actor Peter Evans and his then lover Craig Lucas. Sandford and Lucas had a fling, and Lucas remembered

"He came to New York with a strip show. To [the song] 'Another Hundred People' from 'Company', he arrived onstage with a suitcase, and met invisible New Yorkers, stripping for them, looking for love. Afterward, we had to wait while older men went into his dressing room to make appointments. Or something."

In 1991, his short story Forster & Rosenthal Reevaluated: An Investigative Report was published. In 1994, another of his short stories, Purim was published. Two more of Sandford's short stories were published posthumously, The Gospel Of Bartholemew Legate: Three Fragments and Manifest White. In 2000, his novel, Boys Across the Street was published, also posthumously.

Boys Across the Street is a candidly hilarious look at the gay life of Rick, an exporn star, who lives near a boy's Hasidic school, as he becomes obsessed with building relationships with the boys, leading to a fascination with Hasidism, which reviles his sexual orientation.

Sandford died of AIDS during the evening of September 28, 1995.

1958 – David Pevsner is an American actor, singer, dancer, porn star, and writer. Pevsner appeared in the 1990 revival of Fiddler on the Roof, 1991 revival of Rags, and some other theatrical productions. He also wrote three songs for the 1999 musical Naked Boys Singing!, including "Perky Little Porn Star." He wrote and produced two one-person shows, To Bitter and Back (2003) and Musical Comedy Whore (2013). Pevsner portrayed mostly minor roles in films and television. His major screen roles are Ebenezer Scrooge in Scrooge & Marley, the 2012 film adaptation of A Christmas Carol, and Ross Stein in a 2011 web series Old Dogs & New Tricks. He recorded the 2016 album Most Versatile, whose album cover pays homage to Bruce Springsteen's album Born in the U.S.A.

David Pevsner was raised in Skokie, Illinois. He attended Niles East High School in the same Chicago suburb and participated in its theater program. He graduated from Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree.

He appeared in the 1991 revival of the 1986 musical Rags, set in 1910, portraying the dual roles of Saul and Nathan. He appeared in the 1995 theatrical play Party, portraying the role of Kevin. In the play, Kevin, a college teacher who lives with his partner, hosts a party at his apartment, where the males characters play the naked truth-or-dare game. Pevsner appeared in the two-act gay revue musical When Pigs Fly from 1996 to 1998. Pevsner appeared in F*cking Men, the 2009 explicit play written by Joe DiPietro about the lives of gay urban men, portraying Jack, who commits adultery with another man, while his husband does the same.

Pevsner co-wrote the 1999 musical Naked Boys Singing! with the writing team. He wrote three songs for the musical, including "Perky Little Porn Star" and "The Naked Maid."

Pevsner appeared in films, mostly portraying minor roles in such films as The Fluffer (2001) and Adam & Steve (2006). He also portrayed a major role of Ebenezer Scrooge in Scrooge & Marley, the 2012 film adaptation that tells the gay interpretation of the 19th-century novel A Christmas Carol.

Pevsner also portrayed minor roles in television series, particularly a bartender of a gay bar in an episode of NYPD Blue.

Pevsner recorded the 2016 album Most Versatile, whose title was inspired by his being voted "Most Versatile" in a survey back in high school. The album's working title was Shameless, named after his Tumblr blog and "for [being] something with a little skin." The songs of the album explores "a whirlwind of one man's gay experiences" and feature Jim J. Bullock, Maxwell Caulfield, and some others as guest artists. He wrote the lyrics of all thirteen songs.

In his 60s Pevsner is today earning money doing erotic performances on OnlyFans.

Pevsner is Jewish. He is also openly gay.

1969 – The first performance of The Cockettes took place on New Years Eve 1969, at the Palace Theatre in San Francisco's North Beach neighborhood and soon became a "must-see" for San Francisco's hip gay community, combining LSD-influenced dancing, set design, costumes and their own versions of show tunes (or original tunes in the same vein). Initially, shows were performed every six weeks, performing on stage prior to the Saturday midnight "Nocturnal Dream Show" of underground films at the Palace Theatre. Show titles included Gone With the Showboat to Oklahoma, Tinsel Tarts In A Hot Coma, Journey to the Center of Uranus, Smacky & Our Gang, Hollywood Babylon and Pearls Over Shanghai.

Word quickly got out that nothing like these shows had ever been seen before, and within a few months the Cockettes were getting enormous attention from the media. Not only hippie magazines, such as Earth and Rolling Stone, wanted stories on the Cockettes, but also mainstream magazines such as Look, Life and Esquire were anxious to do features as well. The Cockettes were the subject of a documentary called, of course, The Cockettes. If you haven't seen it, do. Torrent users can find it on isoHunt.com

1990 – Ian McKellen, English actor, is knighted by the Queen of England. He is the first openly gay man to be knighted.

2014 – Russian large gay club called Central Station was forced to close after countless attacks of sprays of bullets and being gassed. It later reopened with the use of bulletproof glass.

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IronStrange: "Is that what you're wearing?"

2nd prompt: DUM-E and the cloak get along like houses on fire. No, hold on, it really is on fire.

Tony stares at Stephen, despairing. "Is that what you're wearing?" The event is black tie. Why the hell is Stephen smothered in a thousand layers of fabric instead of decked out in a tailored suit?

Stephen looks down at his robes and frowns. “I’m representing the Masters of the Mystic Arts. My robes are absolutely appropriate for the purpose.”

The words slip out, plaintive: “I thought I was gonna get to see you in a tux.”

Stephen’s eyebrows go up. Tony, to his horror, blushes. A sly smile overtakes Stephen’s expression. “Well. I could always give you a… private show.”

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Headcanons: Tony with an autistic child who has sensory issues

@camerons-specialinterest​’s request: “tony with an autistic kid who struggles with sensory issues and sensory overload.”

A/N: The headcanons you included in your request gave me a good starting-off point for this one, so thank you for that! I hope you like these!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: None!

Tag list: @agent-barnes40

For whatever items you use to lessen your sensory issues, Tony has at least one extra that he keeps on him, in case you accidentally forget/lose/damage them. It’s no hassle, especially if it’s along the lines of a stim toy getting worn from overuse.

You have a pair of sunglasses that he gave you for bright or weird lighting. Of course, they’re identical to his – he’d like it to be known that you have taste, after all!

Given that the flashing lights and loud talking might be a sensory trigger, it’s all right if you’d rather stay away from spaces/situations where paparazzi or the press could get involved.

As much as he may enjoy being in the public eye, I don’t think he’d be one to show off his child unless they want him to, so he’d respect your boundaries in that regard.

When it comes to driving you somewhere, given his preference for obnoxiously loud cars, he would either keep some ear defenders/headphones in the car for you to use, or just buy a quieter one specifically for driving with you. He can afford it, either way.

On the note of auditory issues, he did also make some defenders of his own with state-of-the-art noise cancelling tech. They work wonders, to the point that you’ve asked him at least once to find a way to mass-produce them, so they can help others with similar issues.

When it comes to texture, your wardrobe is full of clothing that’s comfortable for you to wear, and nothing less, no matter which fabrics you can or can’t handle.

He’s even had clothing tailor-made in your preferred fabrics, especially for situations where you might need to wear something with a specific function.

He also keeps texture in mind when it comes to getting you gifts, such as for your birthday – whether it’s clothes, bedding, soft items, or anything else, it’s guaranteed to be sensory heaven for you!

He isn’t always the one who handles food, since he sometimes works to the point that eating doesn’t cross his mind, but he frequently checks to make sure that you’re stocked up on any food or ingredients that aren’t a sensory trigger.

Given that sensory issues can change over time, he also makes sure he’s up-to-date on which foods are and aren’t edible for you, which textures are and aren’t good, and anything else regarding them.

If something still happens suddenly that causes a sensory overload, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to help you through it - whether it involves sitting quietly with you, talking to you, giving you something to stim with, or leaving the room.

Ideally, you would never have to deal with anything that causes an overload or meltdown - but since that’s unlikely to be the case, he makes sure that he knows how to help his kid, no matter what happens.

[ronearoundblindly]

Eighty-Third Time's the Charm (3)

CEO!Steve x assistant!Reader

Balance (see previous or series)

Summary: At Steve's suggestion, you get an assistant of your own...right before a huge event.

Warnings: light angst, some language, miscommunication, possibly poor editing WC 2.3k

Topaz is a very nice lady and all, but what the fuck is she doing at American Capsules?!

Ok, well, Topaz is…not exactly nice. She’s got an attitude that could drown fish in the sea and a resting face that could curdle milk. She is, however, magnificently efficient. After only a week, you’ve grown so fond of her thick Kiwi accent barking at you to go home or go out to drinks that you find your cheeks hurting from smiling.

The thing you don’t understand though: does Steve think you can’t handle this job on your own anymore? You’ve been fine for three whole years without help. Yes, the company has grown consistently in that time, but a point of pride for you has been setting up most departments to run steady and necessary communications through you (and between themselves) to minimize Steve’s time dealing with minor fires instead of the big-picture stuff. This was done on purpose. In theory, you’ve got less impending work to do day-to-day now than you did when you started.

So why, why, is Topaz here?!

You talk poor Pepper’s ear off about it in the dressing room of an extremely fancy designer boutique while trying on potential dresses for an upcoming fundraiser hosted by Stark.

“I don’t think you need to worry about it so much,” Pep offers, smoothing the slinky blue gown over her hips. “Maybe he really is just trying to lessen your burden.”

“Why is Rogers suddenly thinking of my burden? That might have been helpful that spring he decided all transport would be carbon neutral within sixty days before pissing off the Bermuda with Stark—ugh, I’m not sure about this one,” you sigh, pulling the heavy velvet curtain back. “I look like I’m naked.”

Pep’s face lights up. “Buy it,” she says immediately and flatly, “because if you don’t I’m buying it for you.” She straightens her posture and smiles. “It’s on Tony’s account, for my birthday he missed.”

“No, that’s not necessary. It’s just…”

One shade away from your skin tone? Too booby? The most flattering thing you’ve ever seen on your body? Yeah, it is. That’s the magic of this silky cut and draping.

Pepper cocks an eyebrow. “Yes,” she mutters, “you’ll need some jewelry, too.”

It’s one afternoon when you’ve had to put out more fires than usual and Topaz is pressing for an explanation of what’s happening that you snap.

“It will take longer to tell you than to just do it. Please, give me a second.”

Your assistant is insistent though. “Well, how the hell am I supposed to take over for ya if you won’t let me learn,” Topaz complains between phone calls.

Your eyes go wide, and your jaw drops.

Whipping around in your chair, you stomp to Steve’s office without a second thought and throw open the door.

“You’re fucking replacing me,” you scream at the startled man sitting atop the edge of his desk.

He stands at attention so fast that his pant leg gets caught on the corner, and he grabs at the run while you close more distance.

“I work for you twenty-four-seven for like one thousand days, and this is how you repay me? You make me train my own replacement?” You’re so stunned and enraged that your arms go up, indicating every piece of art on the walls, every bit of furniture, all of it which you chose for him. “Steve, I have done EVERYTHING for you except get your dick wet, but god knows, that’s what you have Stark for. You asshole!”

Then you get in his face. “I understand that you think you are some high and mighty, super-savvy business man who can do no wrong because money is the root of all power or some bullshit, but this—“ you poke your finger into the chest of his impeccably tailored suit “—is a shitty thing to do.”

Lowly, after the adrenaline ebbs over the cliff edge, you finish, “I thought you were better than this.”

Steve stands dumb-founded before reaching out a hand, but it’s not towards you.

“I’mma call you back, ma.”

“You do that, dear,” Sarah Rogers chirps with what might be the faintest chuckle before Steve cuts off the line.

His eyes remain fixed on yours while his head turns. “Topaz,” he calls, “could you shut the door, please.”

“What an excellent idea, sir,” the woman drawls, with heavy judgment, before obliging.

Steve blinks for the first time since you barged in and offers you a seat. You staunchly refuse.

He starts with your name—your first name—and suddenly you’re sure this is it; you’re about to be fired from the first job you’ve ever actually loved. Maybe you should sit down, but your legs won’t move.

“So I hate to admit that this…wasn’t my idea, but the plan was to—ok, Tony let slip the other day that he plans to name Ms. Potts his CEO.”

You make a questioning face and scowl. “Good for her. What, so you planned to pimp me out as his assistant, too?”

“Oh my god—“ Steve rushes forward to grasp your shoulders before thinking better of it and dropping his hands to his pockets “—no. NO. No, I just didn’t want to make it seem like I stole his—right, no, I was hoping that once Topaz is trained and can take over for you that you’d be my co-CEO.”

“What the hell.”

It’s not a question because there’s too much blood rushing to your face to comprehend any answer given.

“See, it’s just now occurring to me that this looks bad, and that’s probably why I should always run ideas by you first.” Steve runs his hand through his hair nervously. “So if you think about it, this kinda proves my point, and uh, even though I’m gonna need to explain that to my mother, I feel pretty confident in the plan still.”

What the hell. Your brain can’t process both the flattery and the mortification at the same time, and you collapse into one of the ergonomic leather chairs facing Steve’s desk, mouth agape for who knows how long before finally responding.

“I see.”

Yeah, that’s all you’ve got.

“Right, well—“ he takes up residence in the other chair and leans forward as close as he can “—I know that the workload for your current position means you don’t get to see your family very often, and I’ll understand if you’d just like to stay at this level with Topaz to help out. That’s fine. That’ll work, too, but you step in and help with my actually job so much that the title might not be much of a difference in what you already do…

“You still with me over there?”

“What? Yes.” You’d zoned out looking through the windows in disbelief. “I…I’ll need to think about it.”

“Of course,” Steve says, standing and fixing his jacket. “I—I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought—“

“Thank you, sir,” you breathe, making a b-line for the door as quickly as possible, unable to meet his eye. “I’m going to step away for lunch for a minute, but—“ get out, get out, get out “—Topaz will—“ get out right now “—be here.”

You just barely glance back as you slide back over the threshold. Steve stands with the smallest, fondest smile on his face.

Get the fuck out right now. Go, go, go.

“Sir,” you nod one last time and watch his smile grow. You smile, too, but only on the other side of the door.

You still haven’t decided what to do by the time Topaz is ready for a test run. At Steve’s suggestion, you take a few days off to visit your parents, and if anything is truly needed, Topaz can get in touch.

“A dry run, if you will,” Steve said, “plus I know where to find you in case of real emergency.”

It’s dumb that you thought about him showing up on your parents’ doorstep your whole plane ride there, right? It’s awful that you eagerly anticipated texts from either of them, isn’t it? It’s sad that you pictured drunk-Steve, curled up like he was on your hotel bed, more than once in your childhood home, maybe?

Yes, but that doesn’t stop you. In fact, you don’t receive a single text, email, or voicemail from your boss the entire trip except one message after you land in New York again.

S. Rogers: see you at the gala. Topaz and I did great!

So your triumphant return (and Topaz’s magnificent success) culminates in Stark’s fundraiser. Pepper shares her town car to the venue with you. She’s just come from having a stylist do her hair and makeup, a special treat for herself, and she did offer to have you join. You weren’t prepared for all the fuss. It made things feel too important when you are essentially a wallflower for an event with actual celebrities and rich people—very rich people.

Exiting your apartment, you felt nice, but when you see all the perfectly coifed patrons on the actual red carpet, you deflate.

“Mind if I go around the back, Pep?”

She’d disappointed, of course, but she would never want to make you more uncomfortable. Before you wisk yourself away with your silky train behind you, she is sure to mention that your dress really is gorgeous and you wear it like a champ.

“Just know you’re a natural,” she whispers, grasping your hand gently over your bejeweled clutch.

She’s so genuine it makes you blush. See, now, she will make a great CEO.

“Meet you inside,” you wink.

A lot of the banquet and catering staff for these events work with both Stark Industries and American Capsule regularly, so you walk by many familiar faces and receive a gentle chorus of hellos to “Señorita Cappy.” You smile shyly and feel just as on-display as you would with the press outside. You can’t remember the last time you showed this much skin.

The service elevator is packed with waiters, but everyone smiles at each other. There’s a moment of camaraderie, a fortifying breath before every single person including you has to put on a performance.

The staff motion for you to exit first, but you blame your dress and say you’ll wait till last. They don’t argue—bless them—because you need the few extra seconds to be ready.

You missed work the last few days. You missed the rush and the routine and the challenge and the chaos. You missed…

Nope. Just take a deep breath. Step out. Drop the train of fabric and walk.

You think back to how you looked in the mirror at the boutique when you first tried this on, conjuring up that confidence without a reflection around you. Doesn’t hold all that well, so you pop into the ladies’ room to pat some cold water on your flushed chest. Then you can see. Then you can smile. Your hair and makeup look just how you wanted, and if you’d gone to a professional, it may have looked too overdone for the simplicity of the rest. Delicate, single-strand gold earrings frame a bare neckline, and since you don’t have rings to wear, Pepper suggested a thin, golden charm bracelet.

Maybe you should have chosen differently. Sometimes, when you turn your head too far to the side, an earring tickles across your collarbone, reminding you that there’s just these three millimeter straps holding the whole getup.

Too late now. Don’t sweat. Ugh.

You slurp some cool water from your cupped palm and blot your lipstick once more.

Go time, damn it. You think of your dad cheering his favorite sports team, hearing his ‘go get ‘em, tiger’ loudly in your mind. That makes you excited. You’ve got this.

You plaster on a soft smile to walk by the main elevators where a thin sea of guests pool. You get a few glances and nods. You’ve been in meetings with about a quarter of the men here, and they seem to notice that.

Your neck tenses absently as you round the corner into the solid wood ballroom, and there’s no buffer. Steve Rogers is just right in front of you. He’s all you can see. Even with the nearly fifty feet between you two, you’re sure there wasn’t a second that his eyes weren’t already on you.

He stands shoulder to shoulder with Tony by the bar, lips parted but unmoving as Stark rambles and sips his scotch.

You can’t even see the blue of his eyes. You’re pinned in place.

He mouths—well, he probably says it but you can’t hear—an ‘excuse me’ to Tony and makes his way towards you, a pristine velvet tux jacket stretched across his frame like a sin.

You grin at his approach. You couldn’t stop if you tried, but it catches across his face, too.

When he’s close, Steve swings his arm out.

“You look—“

Oh god, this must be the most inappropriately scandalous dress. You shouldn’t have listened to Pepper. She can pull this off. You’ve never tried. Why would you pick today to test it out?

“—spectacular,” Steve finishes, dragging his gaze all the way to the floor before closing the last few feet between you. His hand snakes a few gentle inches across your barely covered waist to draw himself near. He kisses your cheek. “Just marvelous, doll.” He pulls back and with less than an ounce of pressure against his fingers, he holds you in suspense. 

“Welcome home.”

Well f*** me, gang. This is gonna be a lot longer than three parts, and I've decided as a series, it will be called "It Had to Be You." Damn if I'm not loving the shit outta these two though.

[Next Part] Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[turtle-steverogers]

I want your thoughts on who proposed first, Steve or Bucky? And how did the other react?

NO BC I CAN'T DECIDE WHO ENDED UP PROPOSING FIRST, but what I am certain about is that they were both 100% planning to. Each had a ring hidden and everything. And the way they were planning to propose to one another was tailored to meet the other where he is at.

So for Bucky, Steve had planned a whole extravagant proposal. Fancy dinner at Coney Island, then a walk along the boardwalk after that and a firework show that he got Tony to set up for him. Bucky watching the fireworks with lights dancing in his eyes, only to turn towards Steve to find him on one knee. Because Steve knows Bucky likes the crowds, the fun, the celebration. And even if it's a little out of Steve's own comfort zone to go all out, Bucky deserves nothing but the best.

On the flipside, Bucky planned a quieter proposal. A picnic at Prospect or Central Park. Homemade artisan sandwiches and chocolate dipped strawberries. Sweet kisses exchanged over the portable watercolor set Bucky surprised him with under the guise of a "working-art-date". And when the time finally feels right, Bucky tells Steve to close his eyes and wait, then rolls onto one knee with the ring.

As for their reactions? 100% waterworks from both of them. Neither of them could have dreamed they'd live in a time where their love was allowed to be loud. Yet here they are, announcing it to the world.

[nyxknocks]

Do you ever come across a piece of media that is so incredibly tailored to you as a person that it just makes you vibrate at a frequency unknown to human kind.

Queer culture? Check. Mythology elements? Check. Batshit weird energy? Check. Horror shit? Check. Literally every box this movie ticks for me.

It is so important that we see various aspects of queer culture in other countries because so much of queer history is lost. Presenting aspects of this movie in the documentary style really elevates this movie, I feel, and is a genius way to explain the variety of the underground queer society in Tokyo during this time period for those who may not be involved, so that it can tell the story it wants to tell and give you all the necessary background information.

This film is incredibly important because there is not overt-fetishization of the queer identity. In fact, the times where you think they are going to fetishize it (the "love scene" with Eddie and ... Tony?) it immediately jars you out of it by showing off the "behind the scenes" of the filming. Do I believe parts of the queer culture are sensationalized in this? Well, duh. It's avant-garde art house shit. But it doesn't fetishize. It presents things as matter of fact and to the point. This this them living their lives with their own variations of gender expression. And each person explains what their queerness is personally to them, because it doesn't matter what anyone else's identity is. Incredibly poignant and incredible for the time period and I love to see it. It absolutely could've used the incest aspect as a way to be like "see if you're queer its because of weird gross incest trauma" but it didn't do that and I respect that so much. So much actual love went into this film and topic that it's. It's really cool to see.

The cuts used throughout the film are so jarring and unnerving that it puts you in the mind of Eddie's trauma. The use of the quick shots of the photograph with the burned hole leaves this eerie foreshadowing that doesn't have a pay off until the end. This is the kind of movie you have to sit patiently and watch through all the way because that's the only way it will begin to make sense. The jarring cuts and almost horror-like elements at the beginning of the film are just weird and strange at first until you realize we're inside the psyche of Eddie--experiencing her trauma the way she is; in jagged cuts and surrealist horror that doesn't make sense because that's what trauma does. Matsumoto is HUGE about making sure to explain the exterior and exploring the interior so this doesn't surprise me that his first feature film is that method cranked up to eleven. I also love the millisecond flashes of creepy images that are so subliminal. It adds to the unease you feel throughout because its so quick you can't grasp what it was but your brain knows that its something unnerving or uncomfortable.

Obviously, Oedipus Rex is the whole premise. I mean, hello, Eddie. But I'll fight off my "well actually I'm a Classics major and-" and simply tell you that I enjoyed seeing this story from a queer lens :3 I love the reference to Eddie gouging her eyes out as that's what Oedipus himself does in the original tragedy, so seeing that little touch was satisfying to me (including the eyeballs utilized throughout that I think more have to do with the way Eddie was preyed upon as a child rather than a direct call to Oedipus Rex. Or it's both!). Also, fun fact, Leda is another popular mythology figure! I tried to see if there were any references to the original Leda myth with Zeus coming to her as a swan and her being the mother of Helen of Troy, but I didn't really see them. Likely because Leda is just secondary to our lead.

I love that each time you see the roses its usually when death is happening. It's like some Raven type shit but with flowers. Sick as hell.

My final thought I leave you with is the suggestion that this movie had a lot to do with how Kubrick did A Clockwork Orange, and I can seriously see it. And love it. Because I love A Clockwork Orange. Thank you. That is all.

[khalixascorner]

A Debt Paid in Soul

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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Peter’s ears twitched and his tail flicked with interest as he saw the fancy cars outside their apartment but he didn’t pay it too much mind, heading up to the apartment he shared with his aunt. It was his 18th birthday, and they had plans to get take out and watch Star Wars in celebration. His peers would consider it childish, and coupled with his petite stature, it would have undoubtedly led to teasing, but Peter had long since learned to ignore their taunts. Being a serval hybrid meant he was always going to be small with ears that always looked too big for his head. That he was an omega on top of that was just icing on the cake as far as his bullies were concerned. 

“Hey May, I’m home,” Peter called as he stepped in, freezing as he noticed strange men in suits standing over his aunt as she sat on their couch. They had apex predator vibes and were all alphas if their size was anything to go by. 

Holy shit, Peter was not ok with this. 

“Close the door and come in, Mr. Parker,” one of the men said. 

Peter did as he was told, letting his bag fall to the floor while keeping his eyes on the strangers. His ears flattened against his head and his tail hung between his legs. 

“Sit.”

Peter moved to sit next to his aunt, letting her draw him into her arms as he shook. The men standing around were intimidating, but they had nothing on the man sitting across from his aunt. He wore a tailored black suit with a wine red shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Black feline ears sat atop brown hair while a black and white striped tail curled around the man. Peter could tell instantly that the man was an alpha even before he caught the man’s heavy scent. 

“What’s going on?” Peter asked hesitantly, looking between his aunt and the alpha. 

“Do you know who I am, Mr. Parker?” The alpha asked. Peter shook his head even as May sobbed and grabbed him tighter.   “My name is Tony Stark. I’m sure you’ve at least heard of me.”

Peter nodded numbly. Everyone in New York had heard of the ‘Black Tiger’ who had earned the moniker of ‘Merchant of Death’ and single handedly controlled the arms trade up and down the East coast. He didn’t know what the alpha was doing here, but he doubted it was anything good. 

 “Excellent, that saves me a lot of trouble then,” Stark said, his eyes sharp even as he smiled congenially. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here, and while it’s a bit of a story, the short version is that your parents used you as collateral for a debt. When they passed, your aunt and uncle took on that debt rather than hand you over then.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” May said then, sobbing again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Aunt May,” Peter said, trying to reassure her despite his fear that it was anything but. “It’ll be alright.”

May just shook her head and Stark cut in. 

“What your aunt is failing to clarify is that the term of the loan is up,” Stark said. “They had until your 18th birthday to pay off the loan and if they failed, you automatically became mine.”

“You can’t enforce that,” Peter said without thinking. “I’m not a minor child you can take custody of so why would you give them until I was 18 when you can’t legally take me?” 

“You’re approaching it from the wrong direction, kid,” Stark said with a grin. “At 18, you no longer need a parent's signature for anything so if you disappear, who’s to say you just didn’t run away to start a new life or find yourself? And if the police question you, it’s not kidnapping unless you’re willing to file a report, in which case, I’d advise you to remember my reputation.”

Peter swallowed hard. The alpha was known for being ruthless and getting what he wanted. The only ones safe from him were children. 

“So, is there going to be a problem, Mr. Parker? Or will you come without putting up a fuss?” Stark asked, his tone bland as if he didn’t care one way or the other although the tip of his tail was flicking. 

“Ca-can I pack a bag and say goodbye?” Peter asked softly, trying to stall. Surely there was a solution if he could just get a moment to process what was happening without feeling cornered. 

“You won’t need anything,” Stark said dismissively. “But you can say goodbye.”

“No, you can’t take him,” May practically hissed as she held Peter tightly, her ears flat against her head and tail poofing up. “We’ll keep paying the debt off but I won’t let you take him.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said cooly. “He will be coming with me, one way or the other.”

“May, it’s ok. Please, May,” Peter said softly, trying to calm her down. “It’ll be ok.”

 “No, it won’t, I won’t let them take you away,” May cried, and Peter floundered. He didn’t want to go either but he didn’t want to see what Stark was willing to do in order to take Peter against his aunt’s wishes. 

 “May, please, you have to let me go,” Peter said, trying to pull back without hurting her. 

 “As touching as this is, I do have other appointments today,” Stark said as he stood. “So I’m going to give you one chance to let him go without a fuss, Mrs. Parker. Otherwise, I have no problem taking him by force.”

 “Over my dead body!” May spat and Peter froze. He had already lost so much, but the thought of losing her too, of having another coffin laid to rest near the other three was too much. He tried to pull himself away from the last pair of arms that had cradled him safely in his childhood, desperate to protect that last bastion of family. 

“That can be arranged, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said coldly, his ears going back and tail becoming more agitated. Peter felt his chest tighten as panic coursed through him.

“Please, please don’t hurt her,” Peter cried, desperation giving him the strength to pull free. He stumbled off the couch and directly into the alpha’s arms. Stark steadied him without looking down, and Peter whined in distress when the alpha didn’t seem to be backing down. 

“Hush, omega,” Stark said as he scruffed Peter. When their skin touched, Peter gasped then whimpered as he felt a searing sensation spread across his neck. His legs buckled, but the alpha caught him, drawing Peter in close and scenting him. 

*******

Tony bit back a curse when he felt the mark sear his hand and wrist. A quick glance at the kid’s neck showed a very prominent soul mark that circled his neck.

“Well, that changes things,” Tony muttered as he instinctually scented his omega. He looked up to see the aunt looking faint.

“What the fuck?” She muttered, collapsing back against the couch. “What the actual fuck?”

“As you can see, he’s mine,” Tony said, and the irony wasn’t lost on him. “So I’ll be taking him now unless you’re going to demand that I consummate our claim in his childhood bed.”

The woman looked like she wanted to argue, but when the kid let out a breathy ‘alpha’ and snuggled closer, she just dropped her head into her hands and started crying. 

“Didn’t think so. I’ll send someone back for his things later,” Tony said as he scooped the omega fully into his arms. Already he could feel the need to claim rising and he’d prefer to be home for that, so he strode quickly out to the car, leaving his men scrambling to follow.

“Home, Hap, as quickly as you can,” Tony ordered, then turned his attention to the tiny omega in his lap.

The kid kept whimpering and nuzzling into him blindly, clearly overwhelmed by the whole situation. He was beautiful, Tony couldn’t help but think as he took in the loose curls, warm brown eyes, and overly large ears. Coupled with his smaller stature, the omega seemed innocent and fragile in his arms.

Tony felt torn between wanting to protect him from everything and claim him in front of the world, sullying that innocence.

He shook his head, trying to clear it some.

“Kid, Peter, I need you to look at me,” Tony said, gripping the omega’s neck again. “Come on, show me those bambi eyes.”

The omega slowly looked up, though he was clearly struggling to focus. 

“We’re soul mates, and we need to complete the bond,” Tony said gruffly, trying to ignore the urge to take the boy now. “Do you understand what that means?”

“You’re, ah, you’re going to claim me,” Peter replied. Already the omega was panting heavily as his body prepared for the equivalent of a flash heat to ease the process.

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a huff. “You ever done anything before? Need to know what I’m working with here.”

“N-ugh, no, nothing,” Peter whined. 

Tony groaned at the sudden possessive heat that flashed through him. 

“Faster, Hap,” Tony growled, his control slipping through his fingers like sand through a net.

[space-mermaid-writing]

Stark Tailoring Inc.

Update: I drew this again

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Evillious Chronicle x Twisted-Wonderland (feat. Gacha Club) - Some Other Characters I Kinda Thought of but Still Wondering Should I Make Them or Not (feat. some genderbend)

We know nothing about the full Evillous Chronicles, so we are not touching the whole reincarnations or whatever mess mothy made (yet). Instead, each song is their own story without extension. The only one connecting it is Idia wandering around like Elluka/Levia. Also the only reason there are genderbend is to differentiate between two characters.

Chrono Story (prologue):

Eve Moonlit: (fem)Riddle

Held: Lilia

Kiril Clockworker: Ortho (as siblings, Irina (whoever this will be) is the jealous fiancé)

The Lunacy of Duke Venomania (Malleus):

Gumina Glassred: Yuuken

Haru Netsuma & I.R.: Silver

Karchess Crim: (fem)Trey

Lukana Octo, Maylis Beelzenia, Mikulia Greeonio: (fem)Leona, (fem)Cater, (fem)Deuce

Evil Food Eater Conchita (Jonah (OC)):

Arte: (fem)Ace

Carlos Marlon: Sebek

Pollo: Deuce

The Daughter of Evil (Vil):

Allen Avadonia: Rook

Germaine Avadonia: Kalim

Kyle Marlon: Jack

Leonhart Avadonia: fem!Jamil

Michaela: Epel

Gift from the Princess who Brought Sleep (Leona):

Kaspar Blankenheim: (fem)Malleus

Julia Abelard: Ruggie

The Tailor of Enbizaka:

Kai Miroku: (fem)Azul

Mei Miroku: Rielle

Miku Miroku: (fem)Jade

Rin Miroku: (fem)Floyd

Judgment of Corruption:

Ma: Mama Rosehearts

"Michelle Marlon": Ace

Nemesis Sudou & Mask with a Will/Master of the Hellish Yard: Riddle

Tony Ausdin: Dire Crowley

The Muzzle of Nemesis:

Ma: Mama Rosehearts

Clockworker's Doll & Michelle Marlon: Ace

Nyoze Octo: Trey

Ziz-san: (fem)Jonah or Grim

[jules-has-notes]

APAP 2014 — VoicePlay live performances

When the VoicePlay guys made their annual trip to NYC for the 2014 Association of Performing Arts Professionals conference, they also did an off-site show at Stage 48 (now HK Hall). It was part regular concert and part shakedown cruise. Emoni Wilkins was about to join them for the upcoming Sing-Off tour, so they wanted to try out some possible songs for their new setlist. It was also a bit of a reunion. The ladies of Element welcomed the boys to their hometown by opening for them.

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[WARNING: This video contains flashing lights starting at 2:17.]

This song got a fantastic reception when they performed it on The Sing-Off, so it's no surprise that they wanted to get it tour-ready. Tweaking the arrangement to make it less of a solo piece was a great decision.

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title: Play That Funky Music

original performers: Wild Cherry

written by: Rob Parissi

arranged by: VoicePlay

My favorite bits:

turning the lead vocal into a duet / duel between Eli and Emoni that is super fun

simplifying the choreography for a smaller stage

Layne's tasty beat under the rap section

"Uh-uh, baby."

the riff tutorial bit

Trivia:

VoicePlay originally performed this song on the second episode of The Sing-Off with Honey Larochelle.

They later recorded this arrangement with Emoni for the deluxe edition of their "Collide" album of collaborations with other competitors from The Sing-Off season 4.

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This clip cuts off before the big finish, but what he did get is darn entertaining. Heck, this song is always a blast when VoicePlay performs it, because their interactions are always a little different.

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title: Elvira

original performers: The Oak Ridge Boys

written by: Dallas Frazier

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

My favorite bits:

both Eli and Tony prodding Earl to take the lead, and Earl being a little extra forceful with Geoff about it

Tony working the audience during his solo

the "Earl can go deep, too" gag gets me every time 😆

Eli doing the "I see you" gesture at someone in the audience

Earl running out of steam on the long note sooner than usual and having some off-mic banter with Geoff about it

"You know it's live when our faces look like that. #HighNotesHurt"

Trivia:

VoicePlay haven't released a studio version of this song to the public because it's such a live performance piece, but there is an audio recording available to their Patreon supporters.

They didn't end up including this in their setlist for the first Sing-Off tour, but it did make the cut for the second.

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This is the roughest of the songs from that night, and a pretty good indication of why they didn't include it in their setlist for the tour. It definitely has some great moments, but the arrangement they'd tailored to Honey's voice just wasn't as comfortable for Emoni, and that's okay. That's what shakedowns are for.

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title: Lady Gaga medley – ARTPOP

original songs / performer: all songs by Lady Gaga – "Aura"; [0:30] "Venus"; [1:14] "Do What U Want" featuring Christina Aguilera; [2:09] "Gypsy"; [2:24] "Applause"

written by: all songs by Stefani "Lady Gaga" Germanotta & collaborators – "Aura" with Anton "Zedd" Zaslavski, Erez Eisen, & Amit Duvdevani; "Venus" with Paul "DJ White Shadow" Blair, Hugo Pierre "Madeon" Leclercq, Dino Zisis, Nick Monson, and Sun Ra; "Do What U Want" with R. Kelly, Paul "DJ White Shadow" Blair, Martin Bresso, & William Grigahcine; "Gypsy" with Hugo Pierre "Madeon" Leclercq, Nadir "RedOne" Khayat, & Paul "DJ White Shadow" Blair; "Applause" with Paul "DJ White Shadow" Blair, Dino Zisis, & Nick Monson

arranged by: Layne Stein

My favorite bits:

Earl's smirk when he sings ♫ "garden panties" ♫ 😏

the little swell on the final ♫ "this could be looove" ♫

Eli's smooth diction through the rap section

their cohesion on the record-skip effect

the choreographed spins to draw attention to each singer as they layer into "Gypsy"

Tony getting into his groove during "Applause" with that pop timbre and those body rolls

the little ramp-up sound Layne makes going into the final section

Trivia:

VoicePlay originally recorded this medley with Honey Larochelle as part of their "Collide" album of collaborations with other Sing-Off season 4 competitors.

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Now this arrangement was (quite literally) made for Emoni's voice and it shows. I'm sure not having to learn it from scratch made things much easier. This clip is missing the very beginning, but it's still a great time.

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title: Can't Believe It

original performers: Flo Rida, featuring Pitbull [NOTE: The original lyrics and video are a fair bit racier than VP’s version.]

written by: Tramar "Flo Rida" Dillard, Armando "Pitbull" Pérez, Mike Caren, Luca Ciampi, Breyan Isaac, William Lobban-Bean, & Alexander Williams

arranged by: Layne Stein, Geoff Castellucci, & Hannah Juliano

My favorite bits:

seeing what choreography they added, since they were sitting in the original video

Geoff's meaty "wub-wub"s during the breakdown section

the boys obediently (and a little goofily) following Emoni's instructions from the lyrics

that big old riff

♫ "Boop." ♫

Layne's rhythmic shoulder wiggle as the others sing ♫ "how big that booty is" ♫

that smooth ending

photo by Kat Hennessey

Trivia:

The boys and Emoni initially recorded this song as part of VoicePlay's "Collide" album of collaborations with other Sing-Off season 4 competitors.

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@drolliic - prompts tailor-made for the tonis / Always Accepting!!!

❝ Sacrifice. That’s what we do for the people we love. ❞ spoken without looking up as Albedo continues to leaf through the newly acquired books. Most of them have yellowed pages and the writing has been smudged beyond recognition, but he can still pick a word out here and there. One of them even has flowers pressed inside between the pages; he's going to keep this one so he can give it to Sucrose. Eyes close for a moment accompanied by a soft sigh. How curious given how he doesn't need to breathe. "I have to finish the task she left me. And if worse comes to worst…" after all, isn't he the greatest threat to Mondstadt right now? Better nip the problem in the bud from the first signs of trouble.

The plethora of books is a familiar comfort. After all, when the end comes, what else is left? Certainly not people. And oh, how dearly do you love people.

In that case, what can summon even a mirage of people? The ghost, the silhouette, a reminder of what was lost and must be remembered even beyond the constrains of time itself? Memory can only do so much. There is art, there is song. There are books and the written form, and even when they talk about something utterly irrelevant to humanity, it is still humanity that pens the words.

In the end, everything comes down to people, in a way. You smile at your guest's answer. "A good cause. A worthy one, always. History has never forgotten a martyr."

You lend him another one of the books, taken from the top of a stack besides you. Rhinedottir's research is sparse in the advent of the latest calamity, but scavenging is not difficult and time is not something you lack. "But will those you save remember you as a martyr? I do not say this to be callous - but you must know, not every decision is said and made so simply. If you choose, ultimately, you must choose to not waver. No matter what comes of it."

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Nah, my son shitted on them, he went crazy on these. Every piece in this shit is ART.

For Fall 2024, Balmain’s Olivier Rousteing was inspired by the sapeurs, whose dandy closets mixed French tailoring with vivid African patterns under the the strict ten commandments of the Société des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Elégantes. Since the 1960s, the kaleidoscopic style trope has gone on to dominate the streets of Kinshasa, Paris and Harlem — and now, it’s become the latest descriptor for Balmain menswear.

Simultaneously, Rousteing’s runway riffs on 100 years of African-American music — specifically that of Tony Jackson, whose sleeve-garters inform those in the collection, and composer Tin-Pan Alley, who is credited for establishing the pianist’s uniform in the early 20th century. Durags, as well as silver and gold grills, nod to hip-hop’s climb to music’s fore, too.

Balmain collaborated with Prince Gyasi, a Ghanaian visual artist and the eyes behind the House’s Petit-Prince Fall 2022 campaign. In practice, Rousteing selected a number of “hyperchromatic masterpieces” that Gyasi shot in Accra, Ghana, where he’s from, and he reimagined his colorful images on a plethora of formal ensembles.

“When Olivier called me to propose working together on this collaboration, there was absolutely no need to think it over,” Gyasi said in a statement. “I was immediately on board. From our many conversations over the years, I’ve grown to realize that Olivier and I share a deep connection and a common vision. Perhaps that’s ultimately due to the fact that, no matter how successful we may ultimately be, both Olivier and I seem destined to always remain outsiders.”

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