#andrew garfield in all colours

[sincericida]

2022 was Andrew Garfield year, in all awards, interviews and editorials, in all colors (or almost none 👀):

👀👀👀

[messylustt]

all things about me and what i like

my pinterest. astrological. aesthetics.

hey pretty, thanks so much for stopping by! i’m holly, but any pet names like ‘sweetheart’, ‘babe’, ‘pretty girl’ etc are very welcome. no i don’t have a praise kink shhh. i’m eighteen, use she/her pronouns, a kiwi, a march pisces, an infp, a training architect, a hot chocolate addict, and a tall ass bitch. my fashion idols natalie & makayla.

things i adore:

eyebags, lipgloss, patterned socks, candles, steve madden boots, red noses, ceramic mugs, light coloured bows, the smell of rain, neck kisses, rings, plushies, tears, smiles, electric guitar, self-care nights, receiving packages, cd’s, red nail polish, lace, cinnamon

put my headphones on:

a little death, wires, cry baby, stargazing, evil, teachers pet, void, uncomfortable, heaven and back, tidal wave, knee socks, 505, r u mine?, snap out of it, black madonna, social cues, sweetie little jean, elephant, one more hour, borderline, this charming man, pretty girls make graves, death of a disco dancer, k, you’re all i want, starry eyes, heavenly, doin’ time, dark paradise, let the light in, diet mountain dew, hush, spin me around, ruthless, high and dry, airbag, the daily mail, mr. doctor man, no love in la, eternal life, lonely, absinthe, choke, mx sinister, heavy metal lover, judas, applause, house of balloons, in the night, i was never there, is there someone else?, burning pile, verbatim, the matrix, honey (are you coming?), coraline, zitti e buoni, the loneliest, everlong, these days, sunday rain, mary on a cross, call me little sunshine, stand by him, alien blues, if u think i’m pretty, don’t you start, you were a dream, swoon, sex drugs etc, trouble with this bed, heavy, the world i know, where the river flows, washing machine heart, a pearl, my love mine all mine + more

ft. the neighbourhood. melanie martinez. chase atlantic. arctic monkeys. cage the elephant. tame impala. the smiths. cigarettes after sex. lana del rey. the mariás. radiohead. palaye royale. i don’t know how but they found me. lady gaga. the weeknd. mother mother. måneskin. foo fighters. ghost. vundabar. artemas. beach weather. collective soul. mitski. + more

comfort characters:

stiles stilinski, james (the next step), cheshire cat, grammy norma, peter parker (andrew garfield), peter pan. zach maclaren

[tomjamesavery]

Some Harry Potter Characters I made with AI based on the description and prompt from @breaniebree for her story ASC

They are far from perfect, some better, some worse, but it was a try lol

The first two are Remus Lupin with the prompt:

"A 35 year old nice looking man called Remus lupin looking like Andrew Garfield with scars and a bit of stubble, whiskey coloured eyes and light brown short hair in a brown vintage suit looking like a professor

Then then the third and fourth are Sirius Black with the prompt:

"A 35 year old cool looking man called Sirius Black looking like Joe Manganiello with dark stubble, grey eyes and perfect long black hair pulled back in a tank top"

With those two I am not too satisfied.

Then then the fifth and sixth are Nymphadora Lupin Tonks with the prompt:

"A 25 year old cool looking woman called Nymphadora Tonks looking like Keira Knightley with grey eyes and short pink hair"

Also not too sure about those

Then then the seventh and eighth are Ron Weasley with the prompt:

"A 20 year old happy looking man called Ron Weasley looking like Matt Milne with blue eyes and short orange-red hair in red jumper"

I also tried Abraxas Malfoy (Lucius' father) with the prompt:

"A 50 year old evil man looking like Sebastian Roché called Malfoy with a sharp pointed face with a perfectly coiffed short beard and long silver hair pulled back in dark robes, dark gloomy,"

I also tried Bill Weasley but those I am not really too fond of as well:

"A 25 year old man called Bill Weasley looking like Johnny Harrington with a beard, blue eyes and long orange-red hair pulled back"

And just for fun I made Tom Riddle as well, one young and one old before his first demise:

Young: "A 25 year old evil man called Tom Riddle with a sharp pointed face and short dark hair, dark eyes, dark robes, dark, gloomy"

Old: "A 60 year old evil man called Tom Riddle with a sharp pointed sunken face and with short salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, dark robes, dark, gloomy"

All Credit for the Character Info goes to @breaniebree

Check out her stories ASC and TFTA where these Characters are in:

ASC: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12924292/1/A-Second-Chance

TFTA: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14061727/1/The-First-Time-Around

[wisteriagoesvroom]

unnecessarily specific college!au f1 driver headcanons, part 3. professors edition!

(if you want to start from the beginning: part 1, the undergrads, here and part 2, more undergrad headcanons.)

alonso

- major: archaeology (never graduated)

- left school in the final year to be a skydiving instructor and then went on a site dig in Central America in the early 2000s

- there’s a plaque with his name on campus because he’s climbed like 4 of the world’s highest mountains, gone in a submarine into the Mariana Trench, and discovered at least one new species along the way

- other claim to fame is being in the national newspaper’s crossword at the age of 23

- notorious for breaking the rules when on expeditions and skirting the line of safety but gets away with it because he’s a big name in the field and brings investment to his (sort of) alma mater

- appears once on campus to give an inspirational talk. doesn’t rehearse, switches it to a q&a format at the last minute, people enjoy it anyway (because it’s not rehearsed). George tries to strike up a conversation with him afterwards and Alonso just pawns him off to his PA

- wears a different coloured bandana to every dig/hike/expedition. hates closed toe shoes.

vettel

- teaches: molecular structures in microbiology

- precise prof and a tough grader, but nice

- came over a competing college several years ago. people from that college say he was a demon and a notorious asshole when he taught there, but he doesn’t seem that way now.

- lando starts a betting pool about when Vettel will have a proper meltdown (it happens not when lando suspends the prof’s hole punch in a cube of jelly. it actually happens when charles and him cannot see eye-to-eye about the future of ocean conservation)

- wears ties with animals and insects on them. his favourite one is a gift from charles when charles graduates, it has bumblebees and his initials SV on it.

- alex digs up an article one day and everyone gawks at it because prof seb won some cross-continent European woodworking competition when he was 15

- nobody knows if he’s dating anyone, only to find out on the last week of second year that he’d eloped

hamilton

- teaches: philosophy of ethical economics

- has done several ted talks and is often invited to international forums with world leaders (like the WEF, Bloomberg Sustainable Investment Forum etc)

- there’s a student GC trying to predict what his hairstyles will be like every month, usually with 50% accuracy

- one of the first profs to pioneer public access to the private university via open university modules; definitely has a tie up going on with EdX or similar

- people think max will be the one to piss him off in seminars but it’s actually george who has deeply different opinions to prof hamilton on the issues of land tax

- famous for his induction / opening year classes which involve all students standing on their chairs in a circle and chanting an invocation until they can state the colours of their auras. it’s bizarre and somehow it works

- his TAs are the coolest people ever

- somehow fits a 36 hour day into 24 hours

- his spotify wrapped includes the hamilton soundtrack, britney, 90s rap, and Tibetan gong soundscapes on his 10 most listened of the year

- his favourite word is mobius. only him and nico know that this used to be their safeword.

rosberg

- taught: political economy

- former prof who went into industry and is now a venture capitalist

- used to be super close friends (“close” “friends”) with Hamilton. they went to the same prep school, rushed at the same finals club, were famous via the university debate team for their immaculate takedowns of other teams including a legendary debate final in their late 2000s student years

- had a massive falling out when rosberg decided to pursue a career instead of staying in academia

- feels a deep connection to andrew garfield’s portrayal of eduardo saverin

- similar to carla, dad’s name is also on a lecture hall, but nico had much more of an inferiority complex about it

- prof wolff once told him “i don’t see your future here ever surpassing prof hamilton’s”. Nico rage-quit once he had an offer from a VC firm and now Nico spends every other media interview subtly making digs about this

- somehow still lives in the same apartment complex as lewis though he drives a much better car now (a benz GTC roadster)

[planetnini]

when we were young, peter parker

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ A HIGH-SCHOOL REUNION DIDN’T SOUND TOO BAD. On the surface, there would be free food and drinks but on the other hand he’d have to deal with the handful of comments about university, photographing Spider-Man for The Daily Bugle and an abundant amount of the apologies regarding Gwen’s death. He certainly wasn’t expecting to actually reunite with Y/N who he hasn’t spoken to in almost a decade...

pairing! andrew-garfield!peter x fem!reader

warnings! angst, fluff, swearing and my terrible writing <3

word count! 2.8k

author’s note! its been too long since i have written so i used a sample response i did for school and then reframed it into this little thing. sorry rooster fans, i always say i promise i will update but i actually will soon :( i apologise. have fun with this half angsty half fluffy piece. very adamant on part two bc i don’t know if anyone will like this </3 NONETHELESS, ENJOY! 

The sun bathed his eyes in chestnut, augmenting the colour of chocolate with milk and the fresh earth. Peter let out a breath, a relieving kind that sourced from the bottom of his chest as he closed his eyes.

Shaky inhales and exhales escaped his mouth in succession before goosebumps travelled up the back of his spine and up his arms. It is silent– absolutely quiet– save for the commotion downstairs. An upside to being bitten by a radioactive spider was that all his senses were heightened so whilst the party was happening a couple stories below in the school hall, he could hear the thumping of the music and muffled laughter which would ground him to the present rather than blank out on an empty rooftop for hours. Peter stood on the roof observing the sun which was beginning to set as the yellow hue dissipated, resulting in a coral orange tint to take over the skies above. 

Peter wasn’t too sure why he decided to dress up this morning or why he had this sudden urge to go to the reunion because, frankly, the students didn’t know he was and if they did they didn’t care— the only reason they would speak to him would probably to only ask about his job at The Daily Bugle. Photographing Spider-Man was a pretty big deal for a nobody like Peter.

It was pretty much useless when he had gotten the invitation to go to this event only a decade after he graduated. Peter tried to put the past behind him as he focused on his biophysics graduate degree and now his biochemistry doctorate which he was only halfway through. It had been difficult balancing his secret identity, working as a freelance photographer for The Bugle and also being a university student and if there’s one thing that everyone knew about Peter, it was that he took on more than he could manage so it was only fair for him to take a break every now and then. He didn’t need to prove anything to them by being here and he definitely had nothing to brag about (which was a bunch of bullshit) so he opted to watch the sunrise on the rooftop. 

No one would ever admit that it is a good thing to be back at school but Peter couldn’t help but reminisce and miss what it used to be. He had done a lot of that the past decade when he wasn’t busy. He missed when Uncle Ben would drive him to school when he wasn’t bothered skating; he missed sitting in the bleachers with Gwen— he missed her so much… He also missed Y/N and how she was able put up with him for almost two decades.

The soughing of the wind in the canopy of branches, faint sound of music and laughter drew Peter from his hypnosis, making him aware of his surroundings as his left hand brushed against the roots of his hair, pushing the loose strands out of his face. The beer in his right hand was only half finished before he decided to ditch the reunion that was happening.

Peter felt the hairs on his neck stand up as the door behind him closed. He heard a familiar voice as someone walked up the stairs using his super hearing so he definitely let down his guard a little upon her arrival. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realise someone else would be up here.” her voice echoed the expanse as he kept his head turned to the sun. There was sincerity evident in Y/N’s voice which made the corners of his lip turn upward, an eye to eye smile that did not matter at alleviating the strange beat of his heart. He fought every bone in his being to spare his old friend a glance instead looking down at the ledge, his fingers traced the beer bottle, “Are you okay?” she questioned.

Peter sighed… Out of all the people he could have possibly met from the hundreds of students at the reunion he was sure that none of them led back to the girl from his past — the world definitely had it out for him by sending Y/N to him. He pursed his lips together as he finally made eye contact with the girl.

The fact is, he had her memorised like the back of his palm even after many years so it was no surprise to see she had grown, “How are you?” he managed to get out as she stood where she was, unsure of whether to stay or leave. 

“Peter Parker…” she spoke, her saccharine voice making the hairs on his skin stand up. 

It was like as if they were both magnets- Y/N being his true north as he looked her in the eye. Torment lined the edge of her eyes as she refused to give in to her tears, though the agony was violently clinging onto her throat, trying to escape. 

Eyes stinging with tears, Y/N shook her head, crossing her arms around her body, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I thought I would never see you ever again,” he prompted once again trying to get her to talk to him but she couldn’t, “How long has it been?”

Y/N approached Peter and put a hand up, slapping him across the face. She got in a decent slap but knew that it probably didn’t do much to leave any marks. Peter chuckled as he shook his head turning back to her figure, “I was beginning to get worried you had gotten yourself killed.” she commented with her arms crossed, a scowl evident in the way her brows furrowed.

It was Peter’s time to scoff trying to dispel the feeling in his stomach, “You could at least fake some sincerity. I know how much you hate me,” he stated and she was about to rebut until she remembered that she had just slapped him right across the face

“It’d be hard not to, especially after what you did.” she mentioned. His jaw clenched as he turned away from the girl and back the ledge with his beer. 

“Is that how you welcome your friends, eh?”

“You have some nerve to call me a friend.”

“I’m sorry” he spoke- it was truly all he could muster now that he stared at her. Peter glanced up and all he could see was the same girl when they were kids. He could see the way her eyes spoke more than her words. Peter recalled all the times she would curiously ask about science, skating, photographing and all the things he was interested in and right now she was begging to know what happened.

“Is that all you have to say?” she questioned as he turned to run a hand over his face as he breathed in and out.

He shook his head and pushed away from the ledge pacing around in his own space, shaking his head, “No…” he finally let out after thinking, “I’m sorry.  I know I can’t make it up to you now and an apology isn’t going to fix anything but I genuinely am sorry. You can punch me if you want, not like you haven’t already slapped me.”

“Now I can finally say I’ve beat up Spider-Man.” she joked as a chuckle sounded from her mouth. Peter caught a glimpse of her eye to eye smile as he repeated this gesture.

“Well if we’re being real, you didn’t beat up anyone.”

“From your tone, it seems like that it will happen soon Pete,” she admitted, the nickname slipping from her lips which had been a force of habit.  She pursed her lips sighing before giving him a curt nod, “I… Uh, sorry for calling you that.”

Before the two drifted, and before the whole Spider-Man persona, she had known him as Pete and he had known her as Y/N/N so of course being around him again after many years would warrant some slip ups because, damn she really had missed Peter so much – too much in fact.

He shook his head in response trying to hold back a smile, “I haven’t heard that in a while…” he uttered and let out a sigh of exasperation, taking a swig of his beer. 

Y/N watched with sympathy at the boy she grew up with and she knew that it wasn’t a good sight to see. Peter was never one for drinking, sure he was reckless but he knew his limits, of course, with great power comes great responsibility but the area below Peter’s eye hung low with grief and a different kind of look that she had ever seen. 

She knew of Peter’s history with Gwen and that when she died, a piece of him died with her. As sad as it was to see her friend go, it was even worse to see how much it affected the people around her. Peter was no longer the same stubborn nerd who also secretly saved the city– he became hungry for vengeance and so blinded by rage that he completely lost himself and Y/N in the process. She didn’t know how much times had changed and didn’t like to dwell too much on him when she was off doing her own shit but every now and then when she’d hear a siren, watch the news or whatnot, she would always be reminded of the boy next door. The boy next door who wasn’t just Spider-Man but was Peter Parker underneath it all.

“I owe you so much more than this, Y/N. More than just being here with a lame fucking apology.” he sounded drunk out of wits end but he definitely wasn’t. This had definitely kept him up at night if Y/N still remembered Peter as well as she thought she did. All their arguments could be resolved fairly easily when they were growing up but one where the other individual moved across town, states, countries even, was hard to resolve. 

“No, you don’t Pete.” she sighed, knowing that he didn’t need to apologise. The two of them had their own respective reason to be mad at each other but it did not make the other individual’s point any less valid. Peter and Y/N were both grieving teens who were fuelled by their own coping mechanisms, causing them to push the other away. They both said fucked up things that they regret, Peter more than Y/N, but it didn’t make it his fault– she didn’t think she could ever blame him especially knowing that he had the extra added weight of Gwen’s death forever embedded within him forever. Any change, significant or minor, can create a sense of loss and Peter became the epitome of such. 

There is a beat of silence that follows her reassuring words. 

“Do you remember before we graduated you webbed up something if we ever came back in 10 years time?” she remembered as she finally took her place next to him by the ledge.

He turned to look at her before chuckling, letting his beer sit on the flat surface as the ledge, reaching under it as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes, Marlboro to be exact, “A pack of these bad boys.” Peter spoke observing the packet as he opened the box.

“You know for a smart nerd and a slightly above average student, preserving a cigarette for 10 years in the future was such a mistake,” she said, “I mean their shelf life must be like 3 months or something.” 

He opened the packet and to his dismay, the smell was as bad as he recalled. Smoking just wasn’t the Peter Parker way and it certainly wasn’t a Y/N Y/L/N thing too. “I found it on one of my first missions around and I didn’t want to smoke them, you did! So I blame you actually.” he admitted. 

Y/N feigned an offended look, laughing as she clicked her tongue, “I’ve been through almost 28 years of my life without smoking, I definitely don’t plan to start soon.” she retaliated as they laughed at each other.

“Twenty-eight huh?” he whistled as if that was such an old age, “It’s been a very long time.”

“Hey, don’t dwell yeah? It freaks me out when you do it,” she stammered as he nodded looking away from her, handing her the beer, “Thank you.”

“You never answered me,” he stated as she gulped down a bit of his beer, “How are you? It was a genuine question.”

“I would like to say good, but I think it’s just average,” she began and handed him back his beer, now they were standing a couple inches closer than before, “How about you? Last I heard, you were living the dream and all that.” she snickered as he tried his best to not snort at her comment.

“Oh yeah, there is definitely something so dreamy about JJ Jameson,” he exclaimed, drawing out his answer as he made Y/N laugh once more.

Y/N rolled her eyes shoving him with as much force as she could, “You know what I mean… About university and your studies– I hear you’re top of the class,” she raised her brows with a slight smile, “Not that I ever doubted that.” she added.

“Oh, no, yeah. I am at the top of classes and all, it’s good,” he replied as a response to her question, “I feel like I have no life.” 

“Are there other Peter Parker’s out there? I think they brought back a different one,” she joked, still quite unsure at his words, “Sorry, did you wanna talk about it?”

Peter has never been an excellent liar, despite it partly being his job, but something about looking into Y/N’s eyes had triggered some part of his brain that couldn’t lie to Y/N - in all fairness, she’d known him since they were children, “Definitely not another Peter. Just…” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I’m just tired is all.” he mumbled the last bit but Y/N heard it clear as day.

Her lips pursed before she reached to pat his shoulder, “Pete.” 

Y/N was belligerent– emotions swinging from pity to anger to sympathy like a pendulum.

“Hey, look at me,” she commanded as Peter turned to look at her, staring into her eyes, “I’m here right now okay? I won’t go anywhere and you might not want to hear this but you will get through this. You’re Spider-Man right? But underneath it all, you’re… you. Underneath that mask, there’s a human being.” 

Peter felt himself flinch at her words. It felt like a blade had slashed through her chest, leaving his bleeding heart exposed and vulnerable. He tried her absolute best to keep his face unchanged- the apathetic facade he had constructed was the only thing concealing his pain from the world, and he intended to keep it up no matter how difficult it had become. He wishes he could smile but there was this anchor weighing down in his chest so instead he opted to just staring into her eyes because it was the only source of comfort for him right now.

“You can’t save other people if you can’t save yourself first Pete,” she surmised, “Sometimes it’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.”

There’s a tense silence that hangs in the air like a thick layer of humidity. It clings to him violently, ripping at his skin in an attempt to elicit any possible emotion it can. 

Her digits reached for his hands as she held them as a means to comfort him, it always used to calm him down when they were kids. Y/N remembered his mother would always kiss his hands when she had to leave for important business trips so she made it her own way of letting him know that he was okay, “It’s time to let go.” she reassured him with a faint smile.

Peter sighed as a tear fell from his left eye, he nodded as she tried her best to smile but failed to do so, now her eyes filled with tears also. He decided to make the first move as he brought his arms around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug. The sigh that they both let out as they just hugged each other was cathartic and definitely needed in both cases.

Suddenly it all clicked in Peter’s mind…

Y/N was not just there to be moral support or someone to patch Peter up after a bad fight - she is and will forever be his partner. She is the one person who he felt comfortable talking to about being Spidey, a lifeline Peter never knew he needed, until her.

In many ways, it made him a better hero. Y/N does not have spider-powers, but she has the resolve and belief in Peter that he doesn't have for himself sometimes. She is responsible for reminding Peter that he can't be the Spider without first being the Man.

[ashtrologys]

Okay this post was originally going to be me talking about one of my favourite shots from Across The Spiderverse but it's just turned into an analysis of Gwen's Peter Parker + Peter Parker's in general, and specifically Gwen and her Peter's relationship.

Across The Spiderverse is a work of art and I just wanted to talk about one of my favourite shots from the entire movie (there's a lot, but this one in particular)

This shot right here + the zoomed out one too a little later (but specifically the first one)

I love how the lighting works in this scene. We know that Gwen's dimensional colour changes depending on her mood, but in this moment with the reds and blues working together it feels like it's establishing not only her Peter Parker, but all other Peter's from their dimensions too. The way those specific colours, the colour pallete of spiderman falls onto Peter and makes it look as though he's wearing a spiderman suit himself. It establishes how Peter Parker's have this hero demeanour. Even if Gwen's Peter Parker was the lizard, he himself wanted to be a hero even though he was powerless, like he says to Gwen.

This is a dimension where Peter Parker exists but he's not in his traditional spiderman role, but he still holds those heroic traits to heart. He may have been given the line from his uncle Ben "With great power comes great responsibility" or he may not have said these words to him but believes in that phrase. I also believe Peter's uncle is alive during the events of the backstory, as in this shot there's a man on the right of the screen at the foreground, and we know the woman next to him is aunt May as we see her in a shot before and we also see Captain George Stacy walk past.

Peter also heavily stands up for spiderwoman in this scene, I think specifically because he knows/ has a hunch that it is Gwen under the mask, as we later learn he knows during his death. Throughout the backstory montage Gwen also talks about this idea of them not knowing her, but also her not really knowing Peter.

However, through the backstory we get the idea that Peter is trying to cross that bridge to understand her more, to get to know her. He's trying and trying to open himself to her to allow for her to tell him she's spiderwoman like he knows, but when it eventually comes to his death she still keeps the secret, she doesn't let Peter get to the other end of the bridge. Which eventually leads to Gwen's emotional breakdown, bottling up her feelings and seeking validation from anyone she can. Then Into The Spiderverse happens.

And throughout the film, there are countless mentions to how she doesn't do friends anymore because of what happened to her Peter.

Speaking of her Peter, let's quickly talk about earth 1610's Peter. In this dimension he is blonde, contrasting other Peter Parker's like Andrew Garfield's, Toby Maguire's, Tom Holland's, even Peter B Parker's in this film. As we learn in Into the Spiderverse, Gwen is thrown in a week in the past, before the collider is turned on

Notice how she sees the footage of Spider-Man rescuing people from said earthquakes when we also see the same thing later. She and all the other spider people eventually see the announcement on the news that Peter Parker/Spiderman is dead. And what's shown on the news feed during this moment?

They show a photo of Spiderman and Peter Parker. Gwen would have seen this most likely, as we know Peter B Parker did. So her line later to Peter B Parker about MJ makes a lot more sense

She likely saw the news and suddenly felt overwhelmed as she recognised this Peter. Yes it's not her Peter, and a much older Peter, but she'd still most likely see her Peter in this Peter's face. She was in the same place Peter B was in this moment, she suddenly felt all these emotions he feels.

In a way, Gwen's Peter is like a ghost. He stays with her, being the reason she bottles her emotions and keeps herself restricted from everyone around her, pushing away likely friends until Miles. His death pushes Gwen into using work to get by, using her spiderwoman title to hide the pain that was her losing her best friend. We see her slowly open up in Across the Spiderverse, which are the reasons she acts like she does in the film, she never meant to hurt Miles, she just wanted the validation she so desired that she used to get from her Peter, and she found it in the spider society.

[andy-solo1]

A Moment In Time [Peter Parker x Reader]

Pairing: Andrew Garfield Peter Parker x GN! Reader

Words: 741

Warnings: Angst, mentions of character death, cannon typical violence

*****

Peter’s arms were wrapped tightly around you in a near choking embrace, and, if you hadn’t seen the expression on his face before he’d pulled you close, then you would have joked about him using his spider strength to try and crush you to death. 

That expression, when you called out his name and he turned to look at you, his face had gone white, the colour drained from him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. He looked like he saw someone back from the dead. He looked different, from how you’d seen him just earlier that day. Older, more hardened than he once had been. 

It was only when you felt a tear fall from his face onto the bare skin of your neck did you finally break the silence hanging in the air. 

“Peter? What’s going on? I just saw you, when I went to help you fight Max. How did we end up here?” 

He didn’t respond, only tightened his grip around you as more tears fell against your skin. 

“Peter?” You asked again after a few moments. “What happened?” You asked, more urgency and desperation in your tone. 

“You died.” Peter whispered softly against you. A shiver of cold dropped into your gut and the breath felt like it dropped out of your lungs. You should have been denying the statement, but you knew Peter, he rarely lied to you, if he did it was to protect you. He’d never lie to you about something like this. 

“How?” You asked breathlessly, liking your lips, suddenly feeling like you hadn’t drank in years. “What happened?”

He lets out a shaky breath before speaking. “After we stopped Max, Harry, my- my friend Harry showed up in a suit with a glider. He was so angry that I never gave him my blood to- to save him, so he grabbed you and flew up high with you.” 

You wracked your brain, but you remembered nothing of the young Osborn coming for you. “What then?” You asked quietly.  His arms tightened impossibly more around you and he let out a small sob before his next words. 

“I tried to save you. I tried so hard to catch you when you fell, but I was too late. You fell too far and when I finally caught you…it was too late, I was too slow. You snapped your neck when you hit the ground.” He whispered, his voice breaking at the end. You stood in stunned silence as the confession hovered around you. 

“It wasn’t your fault Peter.” You whispered softly, even as disbelief stirred around in your mind, though you knew deep down it was all true. “You tried to save me, and I could never blame you for that. But, how am I here?” 

He finally let go of you, enough to look you in the eyes, a small, sad smile tugging at his lips. “It took me a long time to realise that you wouldn’t blame me for what happened. I still do, but it’s not as bad as it had once been. As for how you’re here, well, that’s a longer story.” 

You listened as Peter explained to you about the multiverse, and how himself, Max Dillon, Dr. Conners, and some other version of Peter Parker and villains he’d fought had been pulled together into the universe of a third Peter Parker and they were all trying to save the villains before finding a way home. 

“I want to help you guys.” You told Peter once he finished explaining it all. 

“No, I lost you once because you wanted to help. I’m not losing you again.” He pleaded. 

“Peter.” You whispered softly, making him look down at you with such a sad expression you could hardly bear to get out your next words. “Hun, odds are, you will lose me again, when we go home.” 

He shook his head, tears slipping out again. “No, please, there has to be a way to help you too.” 

You raised a hand and caressed his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet yours. You placed a soft delicate kiss against his lips. 

“Peter, it’s going to be okay. If you do lose me again, at least you have this chance, this moment to spend with me. One last time. I love you.” You whispered. He smiled sadly and pulled you close again. 

“I love you too.” He replied softly. “I always have.”

[softtdaisy]

🌷 Andrew Garfield x younger singer y/n x Finally // beautiful stranger by Halsey

_beautiful stranger

andrew garfield x fem!singer!reader

based on: finally//beautiful stranger by Halsey

summary: at the Grammys, you decide to sing a song showing your love for Andrew

words: 639

a/n: i guess you were the same anon with Halsey so thank you again I hope you will love this sweet story 💛

join my secret garden for my 1k celebration 🌸

“And now please welcome [y/n]!”

The whole crowd went crazy and applauded while you were getting ready on stage. If it was still difficult for you to see your fans go crazy during your concert, it was even harder to watch celebrities go feral for you. Like, you? You still feel like a baby in the industry, even if you released your second album a few weeks ago.

And currently playing at the Grammys where you were nominated.

If you had to be honest, you knew your relationship with Andrew was helping your sudden popularity. Maybe it was your age gap, or that people were surprised to see Andrew in a public relationship, but they kept talking about it. And the stream of your last album exploded when fans assumed some songs were about Andrew.

They were right.

“This is my new song, Beautiful Stranger.” You noticed Andrew in the crowd and waved at him discreetly before the music started. It was always comforting to see him smile at you like you were the most precious person in the world.

You wanted to thank him for being the best support in your career. And remind the world that this relationship was the most beautiful thing in your world.

“You got hips like Jagger and two left feet, and I wonder if you'd like to meet” the night you met was at a birthday you were both invited. You danced like two strangers without thinking about what was coming next.

You had no idea love was what was coming next.

“Think I know a bar where they would leave us alone and I wonder if you'd take it slow” when you wanted to see Andrewc you had to find a place where nobody would come to you. Which is why you offered him to go to the bar next to your apartment, a small bar owned by an old lady that couldn’t care less about who’s coming. But would do anything to protect you from curious people. And if you wondered if Andrew would love to take his time, the kiss he gave you that night prove you he was more than ready to move on with you.

“The truth is this that I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss” was something you said to Andrew the first night he came to your place. It became clear that you were falling for that man and falling hard. And so was he.

“I grab your hand and then we run to the car singin' in the street and playin' air guitar” When you were with Andrew you never feared being ridiculous. Why would you when the only person that really mattered was by your side doing the same things? The night you had fun in the street, was the night the first pictures of you together were taken. And the next morning, The whole world knew about you and Andrew.

“Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I think it's finally safe for me to fall.” Falling for Andrew was without a doubt the best fall you made in your life. No matter what people might think or say about you together, and sometimes you saw terrible rumours going in, you knew you made the best decision by dating that beautiful stranger.

A few hours later, you won that Grammy you fully deserved. And the first person you turned to and kissed was the person that inspired you with all these beautiful songs. The same guy that had his name written in your album. The same man you thank on stage tonight. “And thank you to my love, my soulmate. Andrew, without you life would be a sad black and white picture and you make it a colourful piece of art. I love you”

[sunshinemarauders]

Racist Experiences in the Marauders Fandom

These anonymous submissions come from a survey I published several weeks ago where I asked for fans in the Marauders fandom to share their experiences with me. I was overwhelmed with the results, and this is, in their own words, some of the submissions I was sent.

There has been lost of push back against fans using POC fan casts for various characters

weird reactions to desi james or east asian sirius!!

I have seen people get upset when characters are fancast as non-white actors (like dev Patel for James)

Clash of opinions about fanon Hermione being black

I have seen lots of racism towards people's newer fancasts, as all the OGs (ben barnes, andrew garfield, aaron taylor-johnson, etc.) are white and some people are trying to change that!

I saw a fanart one time, where james had a darker skin (he was latino) and someone commented that it doesn't suit him

I draw Sirius black as Asian and I’ve gotten quite a few racist comments about this and I’ve seen a lot of racism about desi James. Also when BIPOC people cosplay characters that people think are “white”

People tend to cast characters as white, and sometimes I see people getting mad someone is fancasting a non-canonically black character as black or as a person of colour (I've seen some good black Remus, non-white Lily, non-white Peter fancasts, and yet, there is still peope being sooo mad about it like??). Sadly, I think a lot of people can tell about the fact that fancasts are often discussed and hated for no reason when they're not white or whatever, when it's basically just a fancast, that goes against the "canon" a bigot (JKR) made up.

the first that’s coming to mind is people fighting against the interpretation/portrayal of characters as poc (most often james bs i think he’s most popularly hced as desi but also others) either that or just straight up gatekeeping

Only the general feeling that the white characters are more interesting and loved than any of the characters of color. Racebending seems token, like nobody wants to be exclusionary but also don't have the comfort or confidence to make that diversity ring true in terms of cultural resonance. By cultural resonance I don't only mean make them ethnic but to portray and discuss or casually mention the postcolonial personhood or third culture kid experience as applies.

A comment on my fic about making it a “racial jungle”, saying that it wasn’t accurate for the time period even though representation of races otherwise had no significance in the fic

theres is a lot people that will fight tooth and nail for exclusively white maruaders (in terms of fancasts) and they slander other people in the fandom for using more diverse fancasts such as desi james or black evan

I've seen it in passing, especially towards POC writers/people who HC characters who were not diverse in canon.

People not wanting desi Potters in art or otherwise

One Harry Potter fan got mad at me for drawing James (and Harry) dark skinned

GOD THE FRIKIN FANCASTS. They really don't matter that much and everyone makes it such a big deal. To me at least- representation only really matters if its real. If there's fat Peter, darkskin Dorcas, desi James, or Japanese Sirius/Regulus in a fanfic, that is the representation of that. It doesn't need to be reflected in a fancast used in an edit. Personal opinion but annoying as fuck I just wish everyone would enjoy the fact that someone spent time pouring over numerous tiny clips from many different TV shows and movies just for fun, and other people getting mad that they didn't use a person that literally doesn't exist angers me to no end.

mostly just a complete ignorance of POC identities. sometimes poc characters are ignored in favour of white characters. but also, even when POC are centered, i often see like a lot of fetishization and stereotyping and it's just... not good...

there’s a lot of jewish people in the fandom that have pointed out antisemitism within the fandom a few times. i am not jewish, and i cannot speak on the issue, but that’s something i’ve heard a lot. i’ve also seen the whitewashing of fancasts for characters like mary and dorcas who are widely accepted to be women of color, so that feels weird to me, but i think? that’s everything i’ve noticed or heard.

i've seen racism thrown to black creators, poc fancasts, and at myself for being arab and head-cannoning the black brother as arab.

There was a black dude cosplaying remus and their were people saying remus wasnt a N-word but it was a white person saying it

I have seen some fans respond in a racist way to Black fans who have called out the racism in the way in which Black characters are written and portrayed in the fandom.

[flamesofrebirths]

tag nine people you'd like to know better

I. favourite colours: Red is my favorite! Many shades of red, actually. I like when it's vibrant but I also like wine-ish red, raspberry red, too, which is also close to a dark pink, but I like pink too haha!

II. favourite flavours: I like savory stuff in general, and also seafoods and fish. Little fruits, too, like raspberries, strawberries and all that, and mango! And I love desserts, too, especially chocolate and nut ones.

III. favourite genres: I'm open to many things to be honest haha! Fantasy, historical stuff. I love character development in general, too. I guess it depends on my mood 😂

IV. favourite music: I'm open to different genres too, and I guess that's why I really like Taylor Swift because she's always exploring with her music 😂 I also like Harry Styles, Ed Sheeran, Dua Lipa, Miley Cyrus, and my nostalgic ass has to say the Backstreet Boys too. Video games soundtracks are amazing too! Especially Final Fantasy ones ;)

V. favourite movies: I don't really know, but I know the dialogues of so many scenes of the Harry Potter movies, the Hunger Games movies and the Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man movies. I guess it says something hahaha 😂

VI. favourite series: I don't watch a lot of series! Right now I'm having a lot of fun with Percy Jackson on Disney+ !

VII. last song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

VIII. last series: Before Percy Jackson, I think the last one I watched on Netflix was Wednesday ? Or maybe it was the third season of the Witcher. I don't watch a lot of series haha!

IX. last movie: Mockingjay - Part 2 because I re-watched the Hunger Games movies recently!

X. currently reading: Nothing, but it should change soon 😂

XI. currently watching: Percy Jackson like I previously said!

XII. currently working on: I'm taking it relaxed right now. I write and I'm playing Marvel's Spider-Man 2.

tagged by: @holyguardian & @tsckcyomi, thank youuuu 💜 tagging: YOU ;D

[tctteredwings]

if you’re hearing SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS by COLDPLAY playing, you have to know AARON COHEN (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the FORTY year old FLORIST AT SPRING TO LIFE has been in denver for, like, ALL HIS LIFE ON AND OFF. they’re known to be quite CHAOTIC, but being CREATIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ANDREW GARFIELD. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those CONVERSE COVERED IN DOODLES, SWEATER SLEEVES PULLED OVER HIS HANDS, HIDDEN AWAY IN A CORNER SKECHING vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

tw: emotional abuse

ABOUT.

Name: Aaron Cohen Age: Forty Date of Birth: 16th October 1983 Birthplace: Denver, Colorado Occupation: Florist at Spring to Life Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/demi-sexual ( slight-male lean )

Aaron's upbringing was fairly uneventful. He is the oldest of three and spent most of his time trying to stay out of the limelight, he never really had much interest in being noticed. He was the young child who would hide away under the kitchen table with a sketchbook and colouring pencils and refuse to come out until someone came looking for him.

In the end, whoever, that was where he'd thrive. His creativity became him and once he reached high school, he found himself a spot amongst the theatre kids working behind the scenes. He was put in charge of props and sets and would often stay after school to paint his designs out on large sheets of MDF, ready for his fellow students to find the next day.

He ended up graduating with amazing grades and for a couple of years chose to attend art school, even if he had no real idea of what he wanted out of life once education was behind him. Art was his calling it seemed, so it made a lot of sense.

He dated a little during college, although in the end realised he wasn't ever entirely happy with the girls he took home to meet the family. So in the end he simply gave up and focused on what he'd do upon graduating instead, on finding his way in the world. He discovered a newfound interest in plants and flowers and it wasn't long until he was signing up to night school to learn more.

During this time he was commissioning art online, hiding away at home most of the time, but it wasn't enough.

While at night school, Aaron met someone who, in the end, would very nearly destroy him. The relationship lasted for almost a year and at first, seemed like exactly what he needed. Six months in things changed, though, and it took him a long time to see what was happening and how he was being manipulated. With the help of friends he was able to get out, but it was a long time before he felt he could trust anyone again.

When he finally got back on his feet, he found himself a job at a local florist, mostly delivering bouquets to begin with. In his spare time he worked with charities to help those in abusive relationships find a way out, as well as raising money with his artwork.

Time moved on and Aaron eventually ended up at Spring to Life not long after it opened, working as a florist there. He's since come into his own and knows that was definitely his calling. He also volunteers at the theatre in his spare time working on sets and props.

HEADCANONS.

Aaron has always been creative, he can't help himself. Since he was able to, he's been painting pictures, making something out of nothing, and generally causing havoc.

He has a Maltese dog named Mari ( short for Marigold, his birth flower ) who goes with him absolutely everywhere.

Aaron is big on seasonal decor. No matter what you'll find him rearranging the inside and outside of his place depending on the time of year.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- colleagues - theatre friends - roommate - exes - best friend - close friends

[optikes]

1 Cyril Power (1872-1951) UK The Eight  reduction lino cut print (1930) 32.3×23.4cm

2 photographer unknown

economist.com  

IT HAS become the custom nowadays,” wrote Claude Flight, a British artist, in 1926, “to go to a shop for the tools of one's trade.” Flight was scornful of shoppers and liked to make things for himself. He kept his own bees and championed the art of the linocut, believing that the use of cheap materials would help democratise art and bring it to the attention of the masses. For his own linocuts he insisted on “a sharp penknife—such a very rare thing among art students” and a gouge he fashioned by fitting a small wooden handle onto a rib he cut from an umbrella.

Hard to imagine health and safety regulations allowing children today to have such fun. But Flight, who was a friend to Henry Moore, Ben Nicholson and Barbara Hepworth, inspired many pupils at the Grosvenor School of Modern Art, where he taught, wrote and organised exhibitions on linocuts.

Among the most famous was Cyril Power, an extraordinarily creative printmaker, born in 1872, who soaked up Flight's enthusiasms and gave them new force. Power drew on many influences—of the German Expressionists (who invented linocutting before the first world war), the Italian Futurists, the Vorticist prints and paintings of Wyndham Lewis—and the enthusiasm for speed and movement that marked the work of so many artists of the period, from Natalya Goncharova to Marcel Duchamp.

While the work of the Germans, Italians, French and Russians has become very well known, the prints and linocuts made by Power and his fellow British artists have lingered in the shadows. An inspired little exhibition—the first major show of Modernist British prints in America, which began earlier this year at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and is now at the Metropolitan Museum in New York—will help change that. So too will a newly opened show at a private gallery in London that gathers together for the first time prints of all 46 of Power's linocuts. Some are for sale; others have been lent by museums and private collectors, of which the most important are two New Yorkers, Leslie and Johanna Garfield.

The first impression of the Power show is that he lived his life in reverse. Until he was almost 50 he followed in the professional footsteps of both his father and his grandfather and practised as an architect, making a name for himself also as the author of an erudite study entitled “English Medieval Architecture”. Then, as Philip Vann explains in an elegant essay that accompanies the show, he “embarked on a kind of Gauguin-esque adventure”, leaving his wife and four children to enrol in art school in the company of a 24-year-old artist, Sybil Andrews.

The early prints in the show were made by a middle-aged man and it shows. In black-and-white there is a bridge at Rickmansworth, a street corner in the sleepy Suffolk town of Lavenham. Then suddenly the movement of the windmill in “Elmers Mill, Woolpit” gives an indication of what is to come. Starting in 1930, when he was already 58, Power takes to speed as if he had taken personal charge of the Futurist manifesto, which C.R.W. Nevinson co-signed with an incendiary Italian, Filippo Marinetti, in 1914, with the words “Forward! HURRAH for motors! HURRAH for speed!…HURRAH for lightning!”

Power allows light, noise and speed into everything he sees. Using a series of easily recognised colours, particularly “Chinese orange”, “chrome orange”, “viridian” and “Chinese blue”, he created images of merry-go-rounds, rowers, acrobats, dancers, runners, hockey players and, of course—given that some of his influences were Italian—beautiful cars.

The most successful are those, like “The Eight”, in which the element of formal design is most visible. But Power's vision as an artist really comes to the fore in works containing a hint of menace. The bourgeois-assaulting spirit of Italian Futurism, Mr Vann explains, had fallen into the malign hands of Mussolini and was about to give way to Fascism, while Freud's and Jung's obsessions with the unconscious were increasingly helping to throw up visions of fears, hopes and dreams.

“Monsignor St Thomas” (1931, pictured at left) is a brilliant working of the murder in the cathedral of Thomas à Beckett, but it is technically skilful rather than edgy. The really potent, and most modern-looking, of Power's linocuts are those that lead the viewer right to the edge. These start with “Tennis” (1933, below), a magnificent rendering not just of the energy of the centre court, but of the physical and psychological effects of slicing and spinning—sport at its most gladiatorial.

As the 1930s move towards totalitarianism and then war, Power's work takes on a darker hue. The tube trains and the escalators of the London subway system provide ample opportunity for exploring man's addiction to the rat race. Two further works seem remarkably prescient. In 1934 Power made a linocut which he called “Exam Room”, full of hunched-up concentration and a complex set of figures that show, in turn, fear, nerves, gloating, dreaming—and one who is slyly distracting a neighbour. Watching over them is the overbearing timekeeper and the all-seeing eyes in the ceiling.

Similarly, “Air Raid”, which Power made in 1935 and which has been lent to this show by the RAF Museum in Hendon, is an extraordinarily filmic response to a period of history the artist had not yet even seen. It would be another five years before the start of the Battle of Britain would make such imagery routine. Cyril Power was not just an artist, he was a visionary

[catherinnn]

Lost in you

In Joyce and Hopper’s wedding, love blooms not only for the just married couple.

Eddie munson x fem!reader.

1.7k words.

warnings: It's just all very fluffy, maybe an insult or two, use of "Y/n", alcohol drinking.

a/n: I really want to see Eddie in a man-bun with a black suit, I also really want a green dress like andrew garfield sang about and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem.

Eddie was a bit uncomfortable, the suit he was wearing wasn’t his usual outfit choice, he hated the way the tie felt around his neck, the only one good thing about the outfit was that it was an all-black suit, shirt, pants, tie―everything.

The other thing that was making him uncomfortable was that he was wearing his hair in a man-bun, Joyce made him do it, because if it had been his choice, he would have let his hair fall to his shoulders and with his usual curls. But Joyce said she would not let him in if he wore it like that. So he was forced to put gel on the loose ends and everything, the bun felt tight and it was kind of hurting his scalp, at least they let his bangs alone.

But he suddenly forgot all about the suit, the tie, and the bun as soon as he saw you walk in next to Robin. You were wearing a long beautiful green dress, your hair was with some waves, your make up was very well-done, and you were much taller than usual, he saw the heels and fell in love with the way your legs looked with them.

You looked stunning.

All thoughts had left Eddie’s brain, he could only focus on watching you walk towards him alongside with Robin, he even forgot to close his mouth which had dropped the second he saw you.

“Dude, you’re drooling” Steve warned him before you reached their side.

“Hi guys” you and Rob greeted.

“You look so handsome, Eds” you said calmly. How could you act normal when you looked so gorgeous?

“You’re one to talk” he somehow managed to said.

“You like it? I wasn’t really sure about the colour”

“Green looks amazing on you, honey”

You smiled at him.

“I really like the black suit, especially on you”

He almost chocked. What did you mean “especially on him"?

After that, you had gone on to greet the happy couple and other people too.

You were sat on the same table luckily, with Steve, Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy and Robin too.

But you made sure to sit next to him, God you were killing him.

You all ate and listened to the toast Jonathan, Will and Eleven had wrote for their parents. After that, the dancing started, Eddie wasn’t a big fan of that part either―or so he thought.

They weren’t playing his usual choice for music, more like pop music, but he obviously expected that.

He danced with the same group he was sat with, Dustin and the other kids sometimes came in and stayed talking with all of you, but they didn’t like it when Steve started telling them to also dance.

That part wasn’t making him nervous, it was like any other day, you all hanging out, talking and joking like usual.

That was until the slow songs started, the first song was only danced by Joyce with Hopper, and you watching them.

“Oh, I love The Police!” you said when “Every Breath You Take” started playing.

Couples started to dance to it, Jonathan grabbed Nancy, Robin was about to take you to dance with her but Steve quickly grabbed her and winked at Eddie. What was that for?

You were slowly moving and mouthing the lyrics, and then he understood, Steve had done that so Eddie could dance with you.

Very nervously and hesitantly, he offered his hand to you, watching you carefully.

You took it with a smile.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and he wrapped his around you waist, still fairly far away from you.

It seems that you noticed that too, so you pulled him closer. “We look like eleven-year-olds dancing like that”

He laughed at your joke and relaxed. It was just you. And he knew you. Nothing to be scared of.

He pulled you even closer, your chests touching, faces very close to each other. He didn’t have to look down at you though, because of the heels, you were at his eye-level.

He got lost in your eyes, in your arms around him, in his around you, in your hips dancing slowly at the rhythm of the song―his new favourite song―he got lost in you.

You lowered you head to lay it on his shoulder, still dancing, both lost in your own world, he never wanted to find his way back.

You tried to play with his hair since your hands were right on the back on his neck, but since it was in the bun, you couldn’t. He never hated that bun more than in that exact moment.

“Forgot you had the man-bun there for a second” you said.

“Joyce made me do it, said I look more formal”

“I like it, I can see you pretty face more”

“Are you saying you don’t like the long hair?” he teased.

“I love it and you know it” you both laughed.

“You look gorgeous… really― breath-taking” he said.

You smiled and were about to say something when the song finished and Robin started to sing―scream really―at the next song, saying it was her favourite. You laughed and unwrapped your arms that were on his neck to go dance with your best friend.

The night went on with more laughs, dances, and glances and smiles between you and Eddie.

More alcohol too, since Steve and Argyle were able to sneak a bottle for you guys to drink since Joyce and specially, the chief police, Hopper wouldn’t let you have any.

It wasn’t much, since it was one bottle shared among seven teenagers, but it was enough to let loose.

The night was nearly coming to end, with elders leaving saying it was too late for them and children falling asleep.

“Are you ever gonna make a move?” Steve asked Eddie.

“What?”

“Oh, come on, don’t play dumb with me”

Eddie ignored him.

“I’ve already gotten three phone numbers and one of them is a bride’s-maid’s”

“Good for you”

“You’re gonna regret it later”

“I’m gonna regret it too if I do make a move and she rejects me and then it’s all weird between us”

“But that’s not gonna happen because she totally likes you too”

“We just don’t know that, do we?”

“Robin told me”

“You’re lying”

“You’re impossible, Munson” Steve left and you came next to him again.

“We tried to get a glass of Champaign but Joyce caught us”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you know what? When I get married I’m gonna let kids older than 18 to drink, that’s only fair”

“Already planning your wedding?”

“Oh honey, I’ve planning it since I was six”

“That’s really cute, a six-year-old-Y/n running around with a white pillow case on her hair, who was the groom at that time?”

“…Roger Taylor” Eddie laughed loudly.

“Always fancied long-haired guys”

“You’re getting too cocky for a guy whose long hair is in really tight bun”

“Hey! You said you liked it!”

“I do! I just know you don’t and you can’t wait to get rid of it”

“Oh, you know me too well”

“Never doubt me, pretty boy”

“You’re the pretty one here”

You smiled.

“Especially tonight sweetheart, that green dress, my God”

“Yeah, Steve told me you were drooling over it when I arrived”

“He did what now?!”

You laughed at the face he made.

“I’m flattered really, just a shame I had to find out from someone else”

“Hey, I told you several times how good you look”

“Yeah, but you never do anything about it” you whispered.

“Wh-what?” he was sure he heard you wrong.

“Nothing” and you left.

He spent a few minutes trying to find you again, until he did.

“Hey”

“Hmm”

“Do you—do want to dance again?” he made his best puppy-eyes.

“…Sure” you smiled, they always worked.

You got close to each other again, wrapped your arm around each other again. What was different this time was that he put his face inches away from yours.

He played touching your lips with his, waiting for you to move away, but you never did. And he kissed you. Softly and lovingly.

He pulled you impossibly closer, and you kept kissing.

Grabbing his face with your hands you kept kissing him like that, his lips were so soft and his tongue danced a little with yours.

You pulled away after some time. Still, lips centimetres away from each other.

“I finally did do something about it” he whispered.

“Finally” You kissed him again but were cut off when you heard cheering.

You looked and Steve, Robin, Nancy, all of the others cheering you two, even Joyce and Hopper clapped.

You both laughed.

“I really, really, really like you, if you didn’t know it already” he said.

“I knew” you admitted “but I wanted to hear it from you, not the others”

“And I really, really, really like you too, by the way” you also said.

“That’s a relief” he smiled.

“Are we gonna go back to how it was after this?”

“Do you- um- do you want to?”

“No” you shook your head.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Want you”

“Wanna go out on a date tomorrow?” he smiled, lips touching yours. That made you smile also.

“Obviously”

“Everyone!” Joyce shouted “Hello everyone, thank you all for coming and celebrate with us, it really means a lot to us that you’re here. Anyway, It’s time to throw the bouquet!”

“Y/n, let’s go!” Nancy told you.

“I’m 18, I’m not gonna get married yet”

“Oh, but still, It’s fun”

“Go, I’ll keep kissing you later”

“You better, Munson”

You stood on the group of women behind Joyce.

“One… two… three!”

The bouquet fell to floor right in front of you, Nancy and Robin who were next to you, stopped the other girls trying to reach for it.

“GRAB IT, IT YOURS” they said, you had no choice but to do it. You thought that this all had to be arranged, there was just no way this was on accident.

You went over to Eddie while everyone clapped.

“Guess you’ll get to marry a long haired guy after all” he joked.

“Oh, shut up” he still made you smile.

“Good thing you’ve already planned our wedding, darling” he said while hugging you.

“You’ve just grown the balls to kiss me, don’t propose to me yet”

“Not yet” he emphasized the ‘yet’ and kissed you.

After you pulled back, you swear you saw Joyce and Nancy high-five watching you two. It was definitely arranged, very cute though, nice touch Wheeler.

[andrews-lovr]

May I request a mini peter parker/Andrew Garfield imagine based on the Taylor swift music video, "mine"?

TASM!Peter Parker x reader. Based on 'mine' music video by Taylor Swift.

summary: sometimes it's fun to reminisce about the old days, life seems to move so fast. childhood was all but terrible until you met the one.

warnings: swearing, FLUFF, kissing, skinning dipping (because i have to ad my own twist to everything), nothing else really.

note: so not gonna lie I don't really listen to her music so i just watched it. I'm really happy with how it turned out though. I'm sorry it took so long to write I've been really busy. I hope you enjoy it!! <333

word count: 1.9k

Sometimes childhood seemed so long ago. Life was always so fun and interesting never a boring moment. Remembering all the fights, all the late school nights and the love of your life, Peter Parker.

-highschool

The coffee shop was your only break in your busy high school life. You would normally spend the mornings of your weekends in that green painted coffee shop, sipping your vanilla almond milk latte, reading your newest book.

But the main reason you always went was because of the cute boy who would always be waiting the cafe at that time. The gorgeous honey eyed, chocolate coloured hair man, always serving you with the cutest grin on his face.

He always said the same thing everyday.

"How about that my angel customer once again!" You could never stop yourself from growing a bit red on the cheeks.

"Hey, Peter! Just the usual thanks., actually make it a double shot I'm feeling adventurous today!" You exclaimed.

"Well, thats bold of you angel. How about i add in a muffin to even out the caffeine." He said before he got to making your coffee.

You went and sat down at the right back corner of the table, you loved this bench, it was pretty much labelled yours now. It was good because it was private enough for you to have your space, it was open enough to see the whole store and it was right by the big window to see outside.

Peter came over to your bench with the usual coffee in hand.

"Thanks Peter.' Is all you could bring yourself to say.

"You're welcome angel." He said giving you a wink before returning back to the counter.

You sat there with yet another thick, hard cover book sipping at your coffee every now and again. Until you had realised you had finished the warm drink.

Peter came over to collect your drink and gave you your on the house muffin. He gave you one of those gorgeous beaming smiles, that made your tummy all bubbly. Then sat down in front of you?! He reached out for your hand that was placed on the table gently grazing his thumb over the back of your hand. It felt like your heart was about to burst out of its ribcage.

"Hey angel, because you're being adventurous today. I think i ought to be as well. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?" he said nervously, doe eyes starring back into yours.

You can't believe this just happened. Are you dreaming?

"Are you going to give me an answer? Or am I just going to have to stare into your beautiful eyes or day angel?" He said waking you out of your dream state.

Holy shit did he just call you beautiful? And that nickname again, you barely know him and he makes you see stars.

"Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Infinitely times yes!" You exclaimed a bright pink tinting both your cheeks. His hand still stroked yours every hair on your body stood on end.

"Then I'll see you later tonight? Meet me at that park near Rosey bay?" he said.

"Yes, I'll be there. See you then!" you stated, standing up and making your way out of the cafe. You had to get out of there, your brain was fuzzy, your knees were weak and your cheeks were sore from all the smiling.

You went to grab the muffin from its brown paper bag and saw something on the tissue littered on top of the blueberry sweet. On it, it read:

" Hey Angel! God i hope you said yes to the date, other wise this is awkward. I have been hooked ever since you walked into my coffee shop, call me if you need anything Angel (XX XXX XXX)!"

- peter xx

Oh my God, he's perfect

-date

You were in your car driving down to Rosey Bay, windows down and the biggest smile on your face. You were beaming.

You opted for your favourite floral sundress that always seemed to give you good luck.

The sun hung low, the air was warm and the music filled your senses, heart beating along to the rhythm.

You slowly pulled up to the parking lot nerves all but creeping up on you now. Slowly getting out of the car weak in the knees and heart racing a million miles an hour.

You saw him standing there, the afternoon glow framing his features perfectly. His cute dimples from the slight smile he had on his face, the beautiful creases delicately falling on top of his forehead and his eyes glowed a honey gold from the light. He was gorgeous.

why and how did you get him to go on a date with you, you were practically pinching yourself every second, waiting for yourself to wake up.

-

This was gonna be perfect, she was going to meet me at the beach and we're going to have a lovely time. Thats what Peter kept having to tell himself. This was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and he wasn't going to let her down.

There she was in her gorgeous baby blue sun dress, that hugged her body just right, her hair flowing effortlessly behind her in a low ponytail and the way her eyes seemed to trace his features put him in a trance, he couldn't help but smile.

-

"Hey Pete, nice evening" you said looking at the sunrise that was just starting to peak through the clouds.

"Hey angel, you look stunning." Peter said, you couldn't help the redness that was creeping up the back of your neck.

"So, we just gonna stand here all night," you broke the silents after having stood by the tall oak tree that hung just in front of the beach.

"That wouldn't be such a bad thing, standing here with my favourite person watching the sky change colours." he said making eye contact with you. If you thought you had butterflies before, you'd be wrong.

you look back towards the ocean, starring into his chocolate eyes was too much for your heart to take.

"Honestly, I am getting hungry-" you were cut off because looking back Peter had started to wander off toward the small path that lead to the sand.

"You coming, or you just gonna stand there and look pretty?" He gave you a cocky little smirk before you came skipping over.

He offered you his hand, which you took, it felt like your hands slotted together perfectly they were made to be together.

The sand was so soft between your wine colour toenails. Everything seemed perfect and right, the way water crashed softly onto the shore, the way Peters hand was stroking yours softly and the way you were here with him in this moment.

"Where are we going?" you exclaimed walking through the sand.

"I guess you'll just have to figure that one out angel, wanna go for a swim?" he said giving you a smirk that made your stomach flip.

"But I did my hair and makeup just for you, and besides i don't have bathers." you said the last bit trailing off slightly.

Thats when you felt two hands at either side of your waist and you realised the water was getting closer and closer.

"AAAAGGHHH, PETER I SAID NOT TO GET ME WET?!!?" you squealed fighting back in a hopeless attempt.

Peter although didn't care and picked you up bridal style running into the water. That cocky smirk on his face still. You braced for the cold sting of the ocean water.

You were soaked.

"So much for staying dry."

"Angel, you thought i was going to bring you to the beach and not expect you to get in the water? Besides, you look drop dead gorgeous in my arms, don't you think?" He said holding you in the water, faces merely centimetres apart.

Just when Peter thought you were finely about to kiss, you took the chance to swim back to shore.

"Where do you think you're going angel? I know i ruined your hair and makeup, but you still look effortlessly gorgeous." He said swimming after you.

"You better prove it to me, it took me ages to get ready." you shivered as you got out of the water, dress dripping.

"Come with me, I have something you might like." he said taking your hand in his.

"Last time you told me to follow you, i ended up cold and wet." you sighed, although you stilled followed him.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing, a beautiful picnic. Laid out with the fluffiest blankets and the most delicious food.

"This is too much, even for you Peter Parker." you said sitting down.

"Nothings too much for my angel, you deserve this and more." he sighed, pulling a blanket over the both of you, as you started eating the food.

Although he had just pulled you into the water, this is the best time you've ever had. The stars started peaking through the dark sky, a fire slowly crackled next to the both of you and you leaned on peter shoulder. Still cold but so perfect. No one was around to disturb the peace.

"I'm sorry for pulling you in the water earlier." Peter said holding you closely.

"It's okay. I'm still cold though. Seeing as I'm cold already I might as well-." you left it there standing up. You don't know what came over you but the confidence you had came on suddenly and you weren't willing to let it leave so soon.

you slowly pulled at the ends over your dress, taking it over your head.

Peters jaw dropped at the sight, his eyes traced your every curve and feature, he was in a trance starring at you.

"Your turn Parker. I thought you liked swimming?" you said reaching around to unclip the back of your bra.

Your tits on full display and Peter couldn't help but stare at you as you took off the last piece of clothing.

"Come on then, touching costs extra." you tantalised making your way down to the water. You knew no one would be down this end of the beach, not at this time and seeing as this was the least popular of the beaches in the town.

Peters cocky attitude suddenly left his body. He was shaking pulling his shirt over his hair. How could someone look that gorgeous? He was quick to remove the rest of his clothing.

"Thats pretty bold of you to do angel." he said swimming over to you.

"Says the one but ass naked too" you said his hands grabbing at the sides of your waist.

"You're so beautiful angel."

"Says you?" your faces were only inches apart, you could feel his breathe on yours.

His hand loosened from your side coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed on the end of your pump lips.

"Kiss me Peter" he didn't have to be told twice. His lips were on yours.

His lips were so soft and gentle on yours but harsh at the same time. It was better than you imagined. Your lips hungry attached to his, his tongue making entrance into yours. Tasting every single part of you.

you broke away out of breathe, but Peter just started kissing down the length of your jaw.

"Thank you."

"No thank you, angel." his head rested to yours as you both panted warm air into each others faces.

This was the moment you would remember for the rest of your life, this is how you wanted to spend the rest of your life.

[arawho]

Forget Andrew Garfield and Matthew Hitt, do you want to know who I picture when I think of Remus?

Meg Ryan in the 80s/90s (You've Got Mail and When Harry Met Sally specifically). She got it all: the sweaters, the colours, the nose scrunch, the fall aesthetic. Stop fancasting by looks and start fancasting for vibes!!!

[ofstormsandsaints]

and how is marion as a student, academically? is he succesful, which type he is in the class & school?

Ok, here's the thing.

Ever since he could remember, Marion always had a complicated relation to school and the educational system.

Repeated his troisième (last year of French middle school - 9th grade for equivalent?) but dropped out before finishing this second attempt as he developed emotional and physical distress and anxiety. A late school refusal due to a traumatic event that occurred in his family.

It was preferable for him to completely quit the classic academic system for some time.

For three whole years more exactly.

He never liked school. Not because he was the worst student. Good behaviour, got along with most teachers, had friends and no one was stupid enough to bully him as he was just as friendly as he was strong.

Still, he didn't like school. This system never worked out for him. Marion didn't want to spend his day sitting at his desk, writing page after page full of concepts and ideas that didn't really click with his brain - he always found his writings incoherent and obscure. The words he wrote never really did justice to his thinking. Studying like this was more exhausting than anything.

After withdrawing, he fully immersed himself in his training and dedicated his energy to his duties as an apprentice hunter.

Marion has a heap of academic shortcomings but doesn't let people notice it. His humility and charming smiles do a wonderful job in concealing the real intellectual panic he's in when someone asks him the date of the fall of the Berlin Wall or to explain Thales's theorem-

When he came back, starting high school the year of his 18th anniversary ...Dear lord it was tough. He struggled to have a passing mark...Not that he swotted though. He was doing the bare minimum and avoided homework like pest.

However, he always reads the books suggested in the syllabus for his literature class. His marks are not amazing but that's an improvement.

For language classes, he studies English and Italian. He's actually rather good but only because both of his parents are Italian descent. He knows how to speak but dude, don't ask him to explain to you any grammar or linguistic concept. He. doesn't. freaking. know.

As for English... like many of us, he essentially learnt through films, music, series and by trying to imitate Cody Fern and Andrew Garfield.

But don't ask him about history, geography or sciences. Really, don't expect anything from this man. The only thing he was good at was finding historical figures' lookalike and making puns in coding programmes. That's about it.

He enjoys P.E (always feels a bit frustrated as he's used to have a much more intense training), art class and literature class, those are peaceful moments even if he's clearly not the best in the latter and often slacks on his homework in the former.

However there is one subject no one expected him to be good at.

Latin.

He's not good. He speaks Latin like he was the fucking reincarnation of Petronius.

His parents made him learn it since he was five. Mass was in Latin and Marion was an altar boy.

But he is only good at translating texts - His teachers were flabbergasted by how poetic and faithful to the original text his translations were.

All the civilisation part was swept away. His brain can't proceed in properly remembering dates or names.

He is the kind of people who can reel out sentences from books he read 6 years ago, gives them a colour palette or associates it to certain smells and shapes - but he might forget the title.

Based on all of that, Marion can be considered as a weird popular, street smart, artsy kind of slacker.