#harold parker

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Harold Parker (1873-1962) "Ariadne" (1908) Marble Located in the Tate Britain, London, England

[angelzrazor]

I'm in deep thought about the fact Harry says, "He humiliated me by touching me." after being rescued by Spider-Man and the next time we see him, he's getting shitfaced and when Peter approaches him and puts his hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezes it, he doesn't push Peter off and lets his best friend touch him despite the inner turmoil he's having with his feeling of betrayal towards Peter for his loyalty towards Spider-Man. The fact he trusts Peter so much makes me scream. The fact he probably thought back on every little intimate touch he allowed with disdain and disgust once he found out Peter was Spider-Man the whole time. Peter, the guy he loves the most was causing his downward spiral.

The fact even after finding out he was conflicted about hurting Peter until he started hallucinating.

"He humiliated me by touching me." can be interpreted as foreshadowing, how much the truth would end up hurting Harry and how much Peter/Spider-Man impacted him on an emotional level by getting to his heart.

[sciderman]

Demanding more lisp

posts in which it is imperative that wade be read with a fruity obnoxious little gay lisp:

[80source]

If there’s something strange In your neighborhood Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!

GHOSTBUSTERS – Ray Parker Jr. Released June 8th 1984

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest 4.21 — Asylum

[stickymolasses]

NEW SLANG

pairing: harry osborn (marvels spiderman 2 ps5) x reader (no use of y/n, not gendered)

summary: you are a young adult who had to put a pause on your schooling due to unforeseen circumstances. you work at a cotton candy stand on coney island and harry and you chat, perhaps leading to a new beginning for the both of you.

characters: harry osborn, peter parker, mary jane watson

warnings: mention of gambling, writer being stupid :3

an: hello! this is my first fic on this blog. if you like this first chapter let me know and i'll write another one! i have never really written fanfiction on tumblr or at least never uploaded on here but i figured i'd give it a try. i love harry in spidey ps5 so badddd and there just aren't enough fics for him :> be on the lookout for another an at the end of the fic! i don't really know how this stuff works yet but if you're interested in being put on my tags list for this work let me know!

Coney Island was so beautiful at this time of night. The night sky was illuminated with the sparkling shine that the entertainment district gave off. Despite the enchanting scenery, a sense of melancholy enveloped you on this particular night. The realization of your current situation hit home as a teenage girl, clad in an Empire State University sweater, approached your cotton candy stand—a stark reminder of why you were working here. 

You could’ve been in her shoes if not for the string of unfortunate events that unfolded in quick succession. Moving out of your aunt and uncle's place had been challenging due to the soaring living costs in New York City. To make matters worse, your ex-lover's reckless gambling had drained your finances, forcing you to put a pause on your education. The dream of becoming a great astronomer remained unfulfilled, and instead, you found yourself working at a shitty cotton candy stand.

Nights like these were bustling, contributing to your current state of dismay. The boardwalk teemed with people, immersed in the company of their significant others and friends—something you currently lacked.

The lingering summer heat made you sweat a little. Adjusting your uniform, you opened the topmost button, and as you looked up, three people stood before you—two redheads and a brunette. "Hi, welcome to Coney Cotton Candy. What can I get for you guys?"

You smile and greet your customers with as much delight as you can conjure. One of the redheads, a very handsome young man, opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it and furrows his eyebrows instead. 

You greeted your customers with a forced delight. The handsome young man among them hesitated before making his order. His friend, addressed as Pete, clarified the order, and the other two in the group walked away, seemingly a couple. 

“Alright, can we get three of the little cones?” He fumbled through his wallet, and you noticed his striking green eyes. As you handed back his credit card, his gaze lingered in a way that made your stomach twist. 

“Have we met before? I feel like I know you,” he pondered.

“Um, I don’t think so. Maybe you’ve shopped here before?” you suggested, playing it cool.

“Did you go to Midtown High? Or maybe you went to Empire State?” he continued. 

“I went to ESU. I couldn't finish my degree, though–unforeseen circumstances,” you replied, throwing up finger quotes. He looked sympathetic, a reaction that both touched and frustrated you.  

“I’m sorry, I’ve had some of those lately too. I graduated from ESU in ‘21. What were you studying?” The line behind him grew, and despite wanting to chat further, you had a job to do. 

“Astronomy. I’m sorry, but there are customers behind you,” you said, cutting the conversation short. He apologized to the people in line, turning to leave but hesitating for a moment. 

“When you get off tonight, come meet me at the Speed Demon!” he called back. 

“Please!”

As you continued working, typing into the cash register, and dealing with an impatient mother, you awaited the hour when you would be free.  

You sigh, locking the register and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. The remainder of your shift proved fairly uninteresting after your run-in with the man with pretty green eyes. Walking across the park, you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the Atlantic. The waves crash on the shore, creating a soothing backdrop to your uncertain life.

When you arrive at the Speed Demon, the designated meeting spot with the intriguing young man from earlier, you find him leaning casually against the head requirement chart.

"How did you know when I got off work?" you question him, suspicion coloring your tone.

"It said the booth closes at midnight on weekends. I only assumed you wouldn’t have to stay much later than that," he replies, eyeing your face and studying your expressions.

"So, why did you want to meet with me?" you inquire again.

“You said you were studying to be an astronomer, right?” he replies, matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I told you I couldn’t get my degree. I—”

He cuts you off, “It doesn’t matter; are you good at it?”

“I mean, yes, I would hope so. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been passionate about. I wanted to heal the environment, starting with the stars.” He smirks and looks at his feet, shuffling them.

“Well, would you be interested in not working at Coney Cotton Candy? N-Not that this job isn’t worth your time or anything…” He stumbles over his words a little, getting to his point.

“What are you saying?” Your left eyebrow kicks up in curiosity at his remarks.

“I have a startup foundation in Manhattan. I’m trying to gather as many great scientists and innovators as I can. You seem like a great fit, and it could help you finish your studies.” He smiles wide, and you note that his teeth are perfect.

“Why should you hire some person you don’t know? Isn’t that a little bit sketchy?” You place your hands in your thin jacket pockets and fidget around a little bit, thinking. If he is serious about this, you could kiss him. You would rather work any job other than your current one, no matter a real job where you can actually do what you went to school for.

“You just have that look in your eyes; I can see what type of person you are. You want to help people too. We’d still have to do a real interview, of course; I need to make sure you’re qualified.” He laughs, and his eyes sparkle with enthusiasm; he means what he says.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt.” You roll your neck around a few times, tired from a day's work.

He holds his hand out for you to shake it, and you do.

“We are going to heal the world.”

“So, you haven’t even told me your name yet,” he remarks, walking by your side to the subway station.

“I can say the same thing about you, mystery man. If you weren’t so handsome, I would think you were just some creep trying to murder me,” you admit, probably a little bit too honestly.

He gasps and places a hand on his chest, in faux offense. “I would never, and my name is Harry. Harry Osborn.”

You tell him your name, and he repeats it to himself a few times under his breath. “That's a nice name; it suits you.”

He looks at you, as you are examining your feet. You feel his gaze on you but don’t want to scare him away, so you continue to feign interest in the floor.

“What happened to the people you were with earlier? They ditch you?” you ask, curious about the whereabouts of the group he was with earlier.

“I told them I had some work stuff to do, and they didn’t ask many questions. It was date night for them anyway. I was kind of third-wheeling.” He lets out a small laugh at the admission.

The two of you continue to engage in small talk throughout your walk. When you eventually reach your destination, he stops you.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for giving me the time of day. Not just anyone would do that; you said it yourself, I could have been some kind of psycho freak murderer.” He pauses for a second, opening his mouth and closing it again, thinking about his next words. “I have to be honest, I really wanted to talk to you because I thought you were beautiful; it just helped that you were exactly what my startup is looking for.”

You feel heat rising to your face due to his gentle compliment. Since your last relationship, no one had ever called you beautiful; they only ever called you asking for a check. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself. I seriously hope I knock that interview out of the park; I’d rather not go back to slinging cotton candy.”

He chuckles and shakes your hand again, clasping over it with his other hand, lingering for a while. “I’ll see you then.”

part 2: here an: hello! what did you think? reader lowkey miserable until harry shows up LOL. i really wanna do fun stuff with this story idk. i am hoping it came across the way i imagined it! i just like need harry carnally and i realized no one was gonna write about him so i had to take matters into my own hands.

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Ultimate Spider-Man #4

ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #4

WHO IS THE GREEN GOBLIN? Peter Parker’s secret life starts fraying the edges of his personal life! J. Jonah Jameson and Ben Parker’s pursuit of truth — or, at least, the news — stirs unrest with the world at large… And now that Spider-Man may not have to operate alone, the real work of rebuilding this corrupt world can begin!

Written by: Jonathan Hickman Art by: David Messina, Matt Wilson Cover by: Marco Checchetto, Matt Wilson Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: April 24, 2024

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Natalie Ascencios's 2002 painting, A Vicious Circle, of the Algonquin Round Table. It hangs in the hotel today.

From left to right, standing: Robert Benchley, Franklin Pierce Adams, Robert Sherwood, Harpo Marx, Alexander Woolcott, Marc Connelly, Edna Ferber. Seated: Dorothy Parker, Harold Ross, George S. Kaufman, Heywood Broun. The Algonquin Cat is standing upside down at top left.

Photo: Natalie Ascencios via ascencios.com

[thatmultifandomchick]

“Nice argument. Unfortunately,”

Nora: *blocked*

Isaiah: I disagree

Harold: I'm literally neurodivergent and a minor

Allison: minor spelling mistake

James: Karen

Isabella: KYS

Lucas: your mom

Colin: I fucked your mom last night

Kanduu: I am inside your walls

Margot: *types up an actual counter argument*

Mr. Bratt: *types out an entire essay*

[anderwater]

THE BEST MAN: The Final Chapters (2022)

[spacecowboysfrommars]

My toxic trait is that I physically cannot process any sort of fictional father-son relationship without my brain turning it into Irondad and it’s making reading all of Harold and Jude’s scenes in A Little Life really complicated.

[aintinacage]

Christmas Cards - Happy & May

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield was at the Harold Pinter Theatre (London) to watch the play "A Little Life" Show | March 25, 2023

Even his back is sexy what the fuck 🤯

[nerds-yearbook]

Marvel celebrated the Amazing Spider-Man's 200th issue with a double sized instalment with a cover date of January, 1980. Spider-man was able to make good on his past when he helped a security guard who turned out to be the one he didn't help on the fateful night that his Uncle Ben was murdered. Not only did he encounter the guard again, but he was once more put into conflict with the burglar he didn't stop who killed his Uncle. This time an enraged Spider-Man scared him till he died of a heart attack. ("The Spider and the Burglar... A Sequel," Amazing Spider-Man 200#, Marvel Comic Event)

[matrixian]

*Isaiah tries to perform CPR on a dummy, was too fast.*

Nora : Okay too fast, Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of 100 BPM-

Isaiah : Ookay.. That's hard to keep track, How many is that per hour?

Colin : How's that gonna help you?

Isaiah : I will divide and then count to it.

Colin : Right..

Nora : - Okay, Well a good trick is to pump to the tune of stayin' alive by the Bee Gees.

Do you know that song?

Isaiah : Yes, yes I do, I love that song. Ahem-

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥-

Nora : No, It's. ' Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Stayin' Alive, Stayin' Alive-

New teacher : You were in the parking lot earlier That's how I know you!

*They both stare at the new teacher but keep going.*

Isaiah : 𝘈𝘩, 𝘈𝘩, 𝘈𝘩, 𝘈𝘩, 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦-

*Singing continues and Isabella Claps to the beats of the song, They both eventually start singing but James has more will power.*

Nora : OKAY! - okay!

*James still keeps singing.*

Nora : Yeah Okay, You didn't maintain 100 BPM and the ambulances didn't arrive, cause no body called 911, so you lost them.

Harold : Okay! They're dead, Anyone know what we do next? Anybody? Magot?

Margot : I have no idea-

Harold : Anyone else?

Mr. Bratt : We bury them!

Harold : WRONG, check for an organ donor card, If he has one, we only have minutes to harvest.

Ben : He has no wallet, I checked.

Harold : He is an organ donor, He is! Give me some ice in a Styrofoam bucket. *takes out knife* here we go..

*Stabs the dummy Violently, The other people in the room are astounished and in disbelief.*

Sarah : Harold What are you doing?!

*Harold Groans as they cut the CPR dummy violently.*

Harold : We search for the organs! 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩..

Mr. Bratt : I'm not feeling well, I need to sit down..

Nora : Nathan...

Lucas : Hey Mr.Bratt..

Ben : Are you okay?

*cut to Harold wearing the dummy's ripped off face.*

Nora : OH GOD!

Harold : Clarice...

+ Bonus

Kanduu : ..Mahar are you sure these are your descendants..?

Mahar : .. Honestly i'm not sure too..

[hawkogurl]

The bg3 raimi parksborn au now exists and I am writing it.