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[andrewpeters1]

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[sarockradio]

"SATURDAY BREAKFAST"

with Julie Reynolds.

SATURDAY MORNING’S 6AM

This week:

Andrew Arnold (AKA Andrew Peters), TV Host, Radio jock & documentary maker joins us to talk Live Aid, travelling Europe with INXS & much more.

Get your hankies out, we’ll catch up with SA radio man Chris Dzelde to talk carers week and the story he shares with his beautiful wife Mel Dzelde who unfortunately lost her battle with both cancer & MND late last year.

We’ll talk where we are falling down with the Kids Help Line and way to keep your mental health at its peak with THE WIRE.

Jana Firestone brings you part 2 of her chat with Chezzie Denyer.

Murph will be coming on the outside to give the number one song in his Top 5 Countdown 

Join us.

"SATURDAY BREAKFAST"

with Julie Reynolds.

SATURDAY MORNING’S 6AM

Listen Live @ https://www.sarock.com.au

SA ROCK RADIO

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[spider-swift]

everybody saying he needs to meet andrewpeter is 100% correct btw

i watched the deadpool films for the first time the other night. ryan reynolds you will always have my heart.

[dracoslittleangel]

nothings better than a cup of coffee, reading tasm peter fics while listening to tasm peter ambience playlist!!!

[stevestevesstuff]

‘You’ll never be her’ pt.2 |tasm!Peter x reader

This story is HEAVILY inspired by this one from  TheBrookeParker                         --> https://thebrookelupin.tumblr.com/post/671848460364955648/you-arent-gwen-andrewpeter-x-femreader

PLEASE! Please read it, IT IS AMAZING!!!!

I hope it is okay that I used your story as a BIG inspiration for mine :)

If not, i will always be ready to delete it.

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I followed that tingly sensation until a came across an empty side-street, which was filled with trash-bags, rats and other stuff. I carefully landed and walked through.

I heard some rattling and I swirled around.

That’s when I saw her.

 Oh no…

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 ‚No! No no no no no! (y/n)!’ I ran towards her lifeless looking body.

‘Please! My love! What happened? Please! Answer me!’

 I was desperate. Whilst I kneeled beside her and tried to pick up her blood streamed body, I cried. This view was horrible. Her hair was messy and dirty, wounds painted her beautiful face red and big blue bruises showed on her neck.

 ‘Please my love! Talk to me! Please!’ I cried out. The tears ran down my cheeks, salty and warm.

‘I didn’t mean anything I said. You have to believe me! Please!’

 She didn’t move. Not her hand nor an eye. I was devastated.

I tried to calm down, which was easier said than done, but I tried to remember the breathing method (y/n) taught me when I was nervous.

 A deep breath in.

Hold it.

A deep breath out.

 And then, there it was. HER HEARTBEAT.

I was so sad, I couldn’t even hear her strong heartbeat with my spider-tingle.

 ‘OMG! Thank you!’ I was relieved. More than I’ve ever been.

 I picked her up carefully, put my mask back on and started swinging towards the nearest hospital. When I arrived, (y/n) was immediately surrounded by nurses who took her to the ER. One side of me was relieved that I found her and that I could bring her to a hospital, but the other one…. The other one killed me.

This.

All of this.

This was my fault.

It was my fault that she left her OWN apartment in the dark.

It was my fault that she got beaten up.

It is my fault that she is in this state now.

 Damn! Why am I so God damn stupid?!

Why did I say these things?!

I didn’t even mean them….

 When I knew that (y/n) was in safe hands, I started swinging home. On the way there, I thought about stopping by at (y/n)’s mother. I mean, I was the reason here daughter is in hospital. Before I could think about it, I already swung towards her apartment.

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The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The first thing I wanted was to open my eyes, though the light was way too bright, I was way too tired. Before I could try anything else, I noticed a hand on my left one. The thumb stroking the back of my hand.

 Finally. I could open my eyes. It still hurt, because of the bright light, but it was bearable.

I looked around.

Where the fuck am I?

Wait….

 Suddenly, everything that happened last night flushed back into my brain like a flood.

Oh god….

A dared to look to my left to see who the hand on mine belongs to.

Peter.

 ‘Hey….’ I croaked out.

‘Oh my god! (y/n)! You’re awake!’ Peter jumped up from his seat and tried to hug me.

‘Wow, slow down bug boy…’

‘I am so, so sorry my love! I never meant to say those horrible things to you! You are my life, my world. I hope you can forgive me. Please my love…’

 He looked into my eyes with his teary ones. It was a truly heart-breaking view, you could literally see the regret written all over his beautiful and handsome face. This was the moment, where I started to feel bad. Bad for just leaving without saying anything, bad for walking around New York at night, alone.

But why should I feel bad? Wasn’t this a completely normal and human reaction to leave a situation that was more then uncomfortable for you? I don’t know, but I definitely should NOT feel guilty.

 ‘(y/n)? Are you okay? Talk to me, please.’ Peter said desperately.

‘If you never meant to say it, then why did you?’ I asked with a small voice.

‘I-…I don’t know. It just came out and I didn’t even realise what I had said until I could not find you behind me on your bed. But please believe me. I love you and I would NEVER replace you. With anyone. I promise my dear. I love you.’

 Now I started to cry too. Salty tears slowly found their way from my eyes down my bruised cheeks. It burned a little when the wetness touched my wounded skin.

 ‘…I love you too Pete…’

[jojoqin]

TobeyPeter being a huge supporter of mental health with AndrewPeter makes so much sense to me not only because he knows but also cuz he's generally just this wholesome dude. I mean this is the guy who hyped up MJ and thought reading her poetry would fix things, told kids they should eat their veggies so they could do superhero shit, and very excitedly promised Uncle Ben he'd help him paint the kitchen.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

anyway all jokes aside I do genuinely think that if AndrewPeter and TobeyPeter sucked each other off it would probably be the best thing that's happened to either of them in like. at LEAST five years.

[psychedelic-ink]

Well.... since you said you were interested.... 👀

https://waternilly.tumblr.com/post/691027107103588352/nsfw-alphabet-andrewpeter-parker

baby it was AMAZING! I loved them so much 🥵🥵🥵 thank you for letting me know <333

[tanhuynhgrad702]

Case Studies

These are the three artist that I’ve chosen to do my case study on. The reason why I chose these three is because they all inspire me in all aspects of my creative outlet but also meet in the middle with photography and filmmaking. Peter Andrews is a purely a photographer, Hiroshi Sugimoto is a photographer and also an architect, and Tom Sachs is a sculptor but also a filmmaker.

Peter Andrew

Peter Andrew Lusztyk - Freelance photographer since 2009. born - 1982

Awards:

AACE Photographer of the Year 2013

Graphis Photography Award Gold 2013, Silver 2017

International Photography Awards 1st Place Winner 2012 

PX3 Paris Photo Awards 1st Place Winner 2012

Communication Arts Photo Annual 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015  

Applied Arts Photo Annual 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 

Magenta Foundation Emerging Photographer Award 2012, 2016

Hiroshi Sugimoto

Hiroshi Sugimoto - Photographer & Architect

born - 1946

Hiroshi Sugimoto is a Japanese photographer and architect. He leads the Tokyo-based architectural firm New Material Research Laboratory

Tom Sachs

TOM SACHS is a sculptor, probably best known for his elaborate recreations of various Modern icons, all of them masterpieces of engineering and design of one kind or another. In an early show he made Knoll office furniture out of phone books and duct tape; later, he recreated Le Corbusier's 1952 Unité d'Habitation using only foamcore and a glue gun. Other projects have included his versions of various Cold War masterpieces, like the Apollo 11 Lunar Excursion Module, and the bridge of the battleship USS Enterprise. And because no engineering project is more complex and pervasive than the corporate ecosystem, he's done versions of those, too, including a McDonald's he built using plywood, glue, assorted kitchen appliances. He's also done Hello Kitty and her friends in materials ranging from foamcore to bronze.

[cherienymphe]

Would you ever write a dark Andrew Garfield Peter Parker?

https://cherienymphe.tumblr.com/post/671827046581862400/would-you-ever-do-a-andrewpeter-fic

[gldngrl7]

I have so many thoughts on NWH.

Let me preface by saying i never watched TASM or TASM2 and had no prior judgement on Andrew or his Spidey. I just know that when they rebooted Spider-Man so soon after cancelling Spider-Man4 it felt like 2 things. One is that they were saying there was something wrong with Tobey’s Spider-Man and the second thing is that it just felt like such a blatant money grab. So I chose to abstain.

Except that I’ve since seen clips here and there, especially Gwen’s death scene which, once seen, cannot be unseen. So I totally ugly cried when he saved MJ.

But, for me, Tobey’s quietly layered performance gave me chills and no small amount of joy. He stepped out of that portal immediately aware of who MJ and Ned were and confident that he could be of use. He was a Spider-Man who’d spent the last 20 years as a boots-on-the-ground (so to speak) superhero who was less concerned about how he got there and more concerned with WHY he was there. He was actively seeking TomPeter to offer assistance.

He’s a Peter who worked through his darkness. Unlike AndrewPeter who debuts in full suit and mask and “has no time for Peter Parker stuff”, TobeyPeter in his “cool youth pastor” clothes, has found the balance between being Spider-man and having a life and - though vaguely complicated - making it work with his MJ.

When AndrewPeter degrades his own achievements as Spider-Man, TobeyPeter will have none of it, stepping in to remind his counterpart that “you are amazing”.

But my favorite moment is when Andrew says “I know! We suck! I don’t know how to work as part of team!” TobeyPeter admits, “Me neither.”

At first blush it may seem like a rare moment of insecurity for the veteran, but what I saw was another moment of support for AndrewPeter with the subtext, “I am here. I am with you. You are not alone.” And most importantly, “this failure is not all on you.”

And that makes me a little emo.

[nyxisadyke]

Imagine how emotionally dissatisfying it would have been if tompeter had caught Mj. Like right in front of andrewpeter.

[mrsbrookemunson]

https://thebrookelupin.tumblr.com/post/671848460364955648/you-arent-gwen-andrewpeter-x-femreader

I have it! Well… because I’m the one who wrote it.

hello my lovely bisous! i was just wondering if u (or ur lovely followers) could help me out? i saw this fic the other day with andrew!peter where him and the reader were fighting and he said something along the lines of 'well you're not gwen' and its was angsty with a fluffy ending and i seem to have lost it :( would u by any chance know the author?

hello lovely anon!! you’re so sweet! hmm i’m not sure :( i haven’t seen anything like that, i haven’t been reading much fanfic lately. has anyone else seen or read this?

if i do happen to find it, i’ll reblog it here so just keep a look out!

[mldisarno]

This is a picture from when my Dad was an Iron Worker and was working on the project to raise the roof on the Buffalo Memorial Auditorium where the @buffalosabres played until 1996. He is standing on the steel beam on the top right. It’s a great shot as was on exhibit at Albright Knox a few years ago. (I will find out who took the picture and posy later for proper credit) I have been a fan since I was 5 years old. I worked in concessions at the Aud from 1989 to 1994 while I was in College and saw some incredible hockey games. I worked in the Oranges where I also had to play bouncer for a bunch of little older ladies who made the place run. I was 19 and they loved working with me and me with them. I watched so many games from the SRO spots at the top of the Aud. I also worked in the Reds as a Pizza guy, and in The Lounge as a Roast Beef Carver and Fried Bologna sandwich cook. Kent Hull and Will Wolford used to come down to visit me for fried bologna sandwiches and would hang out and talk. They happened to be friends of the family and when they came with their wives their wives would come down and hang out and talk during the games. I remember seeing Perrault, Andreychuck, Housley, Playfair, Mogilny, LaFontaine, Malarchuk, Hawerchuk, Ray, May, etc. I remember working with “The Earl of Bud” and Conehead and going for beers after the game with my friends I worked with. I remember the Sabres being in the playoffs and sweeping the Bruins the losing to Montreal and Roy in 4 straight (all 1 pt games and 3 OT games). It was awesome hockey! @wgr550 @theinstigatorsshow @martybiron43 @everything_sabres @sabres.check @rivs52 @andrewpeters @robray32 @drewhull13 @buffaloproud @kimpegula @buffalophotoblog @_buffalorising @buffaloproud . . . . . . #buffalony #buffalony716 #buffalosabres #buffalomemorialauditorium #buffalorising #716 #716buffalo #80snight #buffaloproud #bufnyc #buftonyc #nyclifestyle #newyorker #buffalo #buffalonewyork #buffalosports #nhl #nhlhockey #nyc #buffalophotography #buffalohistory #albrightknoxartgallery #nycmanofmanytalents #localtourist #sabres #sabresfan #buffalosabresfan (at Buffalo Memorial Auditorium) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5-7QYnHJR9/?igshid=hv0gwfs6gc6j

[stevestevesstuff]

“You’ll never be her!” | tasm! Peter Parker x reader

This story is HEAVILY inspired by this one from  TheBrookeParker                        --> https://thebrookelupin.tumblr.com/post/671848460364955648/you-arent-gwen-andrewpeter-x-femreader

PLEASE! Please read it, IT IS AMAZING!!!!

I hope it is okay that I used your story as a BIG inspiration for mine :)

If not, i will always be ready to delete it.

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It was 7 p.m., it was raining in heavy streams from the already dark sky. The big drops hit my window in a steady pace, so relaxing. Especially after a long day.

I sat relaxed on my big, cosy king-sized bed, reading my new favourite book. In front of me, with his back facing me, my boyfriend Peter. He tried fixing some technical thing regarding his web-shooter which broke last night during a fight with this ‘Electro’-Dude.

 ‘Ah shit! It won’t work! Arghhhh!’ Peter mumbled under his breath, fumbling around the little device in his hands.

‘What’s wrong, Pete?’

‘It won’t shoot the web, even though it already should. I don’t know what’s wrong with it! It just doesn’t want to cooperate with me!’ he said frustrated.

‘Mind if I take a look?’ I asked and got up to see what was making my boyfriend so dense.

‘O-ok but pl-please don’t break it more’ he stammered as he passed me his web-shooter.

 I looked at it, from the front, from behind and from left to right. I turned it around, shook it a little. Then, after a few seconds I noticed, that the whole, where the web-fluid comes out, was clogged.

 ‘HA!’ I exclaimed proudly.

 I laid the device next to me on the bed, got up and looked for something pointed so I could de-clog it. Peter looked at me curiously, not knowing what I wanted to do. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could let out a word, I found a needle, let out a loud giggle and went back to the bed and the web-shooter.

I took the needle and placed it inside the little whole which was blocked. I stirred a little and when I thought, I finally managed to fix it, it made a loud ‘Pufff’ noise and it kind of exploded.

(Not a big explosion though yk, just like a really really small firework 😉)

 ‘What the hell (y/n)?!’ Peter shouted. ‘What the fuck were you doing?!’

 He snatched his now burned web-shooter out of my hand.

 ‘Thank you. You ruined it. Completely.’ He said coldly.

‘I-im sorry Pete’ I mumbled quietly.

‘I know. I know.’

‘I just wanted to help-‘

‘That’s the problem (y/n)! You “just want to help”, when in reality, all you do is ruining things!’

 I just sat there, avoiding his gaze.

 ‘Why did you think you could help me, huh?! You are dumb when it comes to technical stuff, and you know that! You even told me that you find no interest in such things! Why do you always try to do things that you can’t?! Who are you pretending to be?! Gwen?!’

 I inhaled sharply when her name left his lips.

 ‘Omg! I wish you were more like her. She could REALLY help me fix my stuff. But you know what? You’ll NEVER be her’

  This broke me. Completely.

His words were like daggers, slowly pushed into my stomach, just wanting to do as much damage as possible and waiting until I bled to death.

Peter exhaled loudly, turned around und pulled his earphones out of his jeans back pocket. He turned the music so loud, I could here it through the earbuds.

Slowly, I stood up, not wanting him to notice me. I walked towards the window and opened it. The rain sounds immediately good louder and a light breeze flushed through my room. I hoped Peter wouldn’t notice the temperature change.

I slid under the window onto the fire escape, closed the window again and off I was. Walking through the cold, dark and rainy night. Alone. In New York. _______________________________________________

  There was a knock at the door. At first I didn’t hear it because of the really loud music which was ringing in my ears.

The knocking got louder and through the earphones, I was able to hear a familiar voice. It was (y/n) mom.

I again started to focus on the repairing of my web-shooter, expecting (y/n) to go and open the door for her mother. But it never happened.

I turned around, searched for her face, but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t sitting behind me on her bed. She was gone.

 FUCK

 Mrs. (y/l/n) slowly opened the door to her daughters room.

 ‘Darling, dinner’s re-…..Where is (y/n)?’ Her mother looked at me with serious eyes.

‘I-I don’t know…’ I stammered.

 When did she leave? HOW did she leave? Why didn’t I notice that she was gone?

 ‘Peter! Where is my daughter?’ she pushed.

‘I really don’t know Mrs. (y/l/n). I never saw her leave. I don’t know where she is. Isn’t she in the apartment?’

‘No, that’s the point. She. Is. Not. Here.’

 I felt a knot in my lower stomach when I remembered what had happened just an hour ago.

 ‘Fuck!’ I shouted.

‘Peter?’

‘I messed up Mrs.  (y/l/n). I am so, so sorry. I will fix this. Now. Immediately. I promise. I will bring her home’

 With this, I stood up, took my stuff and left (y/n)’s mom stunned in her daughters room.

 Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why did I have to say this?

I am such a coward!

 When I found myself in an empty street, I put on my spiderman-suit and started to swing through the city to find my girlfriend.

Luckily, I had a spare web-shooter in my backpack, so I could swing without any problems.

 ‘Why did I have to be so damn stupid’ I said to myself.

 I mentally slapped myself for my stupidity. I fucked up. I did one of the things, a boyfriend should NEVER do. Compare here to another girl. FUCK!

 After almost an hour, after ignoring all of the crimes that happened beneath me, my spidey-tingle thing, how (y/n) liked to call it, sensed her presence.

YES! Finally!

I followed that tingly sensation until a came across an empty side-street, which was filled with trash-bags, rats and other stuff. I carefully landed and walked through.

I heard some rattling and I swirled around.

That’s when I saw her.

 Oh no…

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey AndrewPeter and TobeyPeter wanna fuck so bad what the FUCK is the back cracking bit

well well well we're like 10 minutes into no way home and the polycule vibes are ready immaculate