#stone floor restoration Potts Point

[geovastone]

There was a time when the concept of stone restoration was largely popular among state authorities and private organizations. Now, many individuals are aware of it and using it for different purposes. Before you opt for stone restoration service, you must first understand what it entails.

[rynhaswritersblock]

odd one out | p.p.

a/n: shoutout to peter's hair in infinity war. that shit SLAPPED i miss it

summary: thanos' plan was to wipe out half of the universe, but what happens when the universe isn't evenly numbered?

warnings: the beginning will probably give you a heart attack for a second but it's okay LMAO, also light cussing and a headcanon epilogue because hell yeah

also i have no idea how pagers work (you'll see) so forgive me if it's unrealistic THIS IS FICTION ANYWAYS LMAO

+ + +

"mr. stark?"

the man spins around, eyes wide. not peter.

he's met with sight of peter parker, eyes wide and worried as he looks around, noticing the faint piles of dust surrounding them. a sigh falls from tony's lips; peter hadn't joined the others. he's still here.

"kid, you scared me," tony sighs, pulling the boy into a hug.

"sorry," peter mumbles. the two pull apart and look around, peter jumping slightly at the sight of nebula standing there, gazing numbly at the ground.

"he did it."

the realization hits peter and he feels heavy. the boy sucks in a breath, blowing it out lightly and shaking out his arms. calm down calm down calm down.

"pete? you good?"

peter turns to look at tony. "yeah, mr. stark, uh, i'm just on edge, i guess. i think maybe my senses are alert cause they haven't registered everything, or something."

lie.

the boy didn't know why he was so alert for shit. he didn't sit, instead opting for walking around the small area of the planet, not even thinking about how in the world they'd get back to earth.

a sharp gasp falls from your lips and you push at your desk, sliding your chair back. the pencil drops from your fingers. "what the fuck?"

a small pile of dust begins slowly collecting on your floor, your toes slowly disintegrating. the sight makes you tense before your thoughts immediately go to peter.

you fumble at your desk, movements quick- hell, you were literally disintegrating- as you look for the small device peter had given you a few weeks after revealing his secret identity; a transmitter pager.

"peter?" you ask, looking at the boy with furrowed brows. you lean up in your seat, pressing up against him as you look out the window, mouth falling agape at the sight of a spaceship hovering between the buildings of new york city. he turns his head to you, the two of you sharing a knowing look.

he had to go.

peter leans over, muttering into your ear as he taps his wrists together, webshooters forming around them. "make a distraction."

you nod, giving him a worried look before sliding out of your seat as to get attention and, subtly, let peter through.

"uh- holy shit!" you blurt, pointing out the window. "there's a spaceship!"

your classmates crowd at the windows, a blur of gasps and yells. ned stands and pushes past you, "we're all gonna die!"

feeling accomplished, you look back at peter, who nods at you before pulling up the window. you jump forward, hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him. you quickly plant a kiss on his cheek. "be safe. and use the pager."

the boy's cheeks redden and he pulls on his mask before sliding out the window. "i will."

your fingers make contact with the pager, quickly fishing it out from your bag and bringing it into your view. you scroll through your conversations from earlier in the day.

PETER i'm safe

Y/N holy shit peter where are you what's happening

PETER well i'm on the spaceship and according to mr stark there's a dude named thanos that wants to wipe out half of the universe

Y/N why the hell are you on that ship and that is not enough info oh my god

PETER i'm on the ship cause i'm stupid and from my understanding he needs to get a bunch of these infinity stone things and snap and then half of the universe will disappear

Y/N god peter please don't die

PETER i won't don't worry about me

Y/N i love you *connection lost. message unable to send.*

so that's what this was.

he did it.

you sigh, leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. it was time to accept your fate, you figured. all you could do was let thanos' actions do their thing and hope that, maybe, you'd see peter wherever you ended up.

a few minutes pass and you open your eyes.

you had expected to be in some alternate realm. not sitting at your desk, everything the way it always was.

your gaze drifts down, about half of your feet disintegrated and ever-so-slowly continuing. "holy shit," you mutter. a tear shoots down your cheek and you wipe it off, using your other arm to support you on the chair. "okay, okay, okay..."

you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting your tears fall. it was some fluke, wasn't it? your death was just taking a long time, that's all. it was the end. you just had to wait.

and of course your parents were on their anniversary vacation.

an involuntary yelp flies out of your mouth, followed by a sob as you bite your hand in an attempt to stop yourself from falling into a storm of screams and blurred thoughts. pictures of your parents, peter, and your classmates all swirl in your mind. you shove them away and slide off the chair, onto the floor.

with a deep breath and lots of adrenaline, you manage to stumble over and hoist yourself onto your bed. better to let it fully take you in your sleep, you figure.

but that's not what happened.

the next day, the second you fully woke up, you ripped the covers off your body, revealing your feet fully restored. yet, as the day went on, they began dusting away again, just a smidge faster.

you called your parents, got no reply. you left a few voicemails, panicking, trying not to think about how they probably were dusted away. eventually, you called aunt may and thanked god that she answered and that she and peter lived across the hall. the woman came over and you told her everything. how peter left your field trip to go to the spaceship, how he was now in space, and how some dude named thanos wanted to wipe out half the universe, and apparently, he succeeded.

you also showed her your legs and how they were slowly fading away. over the next few days, may took care of you, moving into your apartment and helping you as the dusting became faster and faster. eventually, she figured it best to admit you to the hospital she volunteered at. and so she did.

the doctors didn't have any clue what to do with you. they had no prior knowledge or experience, and therefore no answers. but they let you stay. and so, every time you slept, you were restored, but as the days went on, more and more of your legs disappeared.

may would visit as often as possible, usually bearing a plate of cookies or sundaes for you two to eat while watching rom-coms. she was already like your second mother before the whole incident- you and peter having practically grown up with each other- but she was even more so now. you appreciated her beyond words, the two of you spending long, emotional nights talking about peter and how you had no way of knowing if he was even alive anymore. she knew you liked him. she knew he liked you, too. yet, she kept the latter part a secret; a way of holding on to the idea that peter would still be alive to confess his feelings himself.

nevertheless, may couldn't spend all her time at the hospital. so you were alone. a lot.

hours of staring at the bland walls turned into hours of deep thoughts and conspiring. your thoughts mainly consisted of your situation, and in a fit of jumping around on random ideas, you came to a realization.

the universe wasn't evenly numbered.

and, lucky for you, you just so happened to be the odd one out.

+ + +

"does that mean you're letting me go?" peter asks, sitting up in the bed.

"yes," steve says. the boy shoots out of the bed and straight to the door. "peter."

he turns around, deflating sightly. i need to go. steve gives him a look. "don't get your hopes up too high."

right.

after the snap, peter, tony, and nebula spent a total of twenty-two days on the abandoned ship. floating in space, out of fuel and surviving off a small supply of food and water that most definitely wasn't enough to support peter's high-speed metabolism, along with feeding tony and sometimes nebula. on that last day, the two boys were out of hope. bony, stomachs aching, oxygen supply running lower and lower.

tony turns on the helmet and leans back. "this thing on?"

the helmet illuminates a ray that scans over him, as well as peter, who lays against the wall next to him. both look as wrecked with malnutrition as ever.

"hey, miss potts... pep," tony sighs. he talks about the situation the three were stuck in. the oxygen would run out tomorrow. and that would be it. "please know that... when i drift off, i will think about you. because it's always you," he sucks in a sharp breath. "okay, uh, pete. your turn."

the boy nods lightly, sucking in a breath as he hoists himself up, leaning against the wall and scooting into frame as mr. stark moves over to lay down.

"hi, um," peter croaks, voice weak. he clears his throat. "i don't really know who's watching this, if anyone is, really, so um... i'll just talk to all of you. i, uh, miss all of you, a lot, and hope you guys are alive and okay. may, thanks for taking care of me and helping me through everything. sorry for betraying you for a little with the whole spider-man thing. i love you.

"ned, thanks for nerding out and building star wars lego sets with me. i don't really think many other people would do that. mj, you're really cool. i know you make fun of us a lot, but you're really smart and i think you like us a bit more than you let on. so thanks.

"and, uh, y/n. thanks for growing up with me. you never let me feel left out and you always helped me with english papers because i suck at writing. you were, uh, my first crush, actually. and most recent one. and longest one. yeah, that's been going on for a while." peter sighs, silent for a moment. "anyways. i'll miss you. all of you, really. yeah. okay, bye, love you guys."

peter leans forward and turns off the helmet, falling back and closing his eyes. he would be crying if his body didn't feel as droughted as the sahara desert. he was so, so tired.

"pete."

tony's voice hadn't sounded that clear or alert for a while. peter opens his eyes, immediately shutting them afterwards, sticking a hand over them to shield the light. as he reopens them, his gaze rests on a woman outside the ship, glowing as if she were the sun. hell, right now, she was the sun.

nebula rounds the corner. "tony?"

"correct me if i'm wrong, but i think that's our savior."

peter nods, wasting no time spinning around the doorway and running through the hallways of avengers headquarters. happy yells and offers a ride, but peter declines as he speeds by, suit forming around him as he pushes through the doors and jumps, swinging through the buildings.

in an attempt to see everyone as quickly as possible, peter opted for the most efficient route, visiting those who were closest to headquarters first and working his way throughout the city. he visited ned, then mj, relief washing over them when he saw them open the door, alive and healthy. hell, he even visited flash but felt a sharp pang of guilt and sorrow when the butler opened the door, explaining that he had disappeared.

and then he finally went home, anxiety making his heart pull tight as he thought about the possibility of may having been dusted away.

"shit," peter mutters, feeling around his suit. no keys.

as if that weren't expected.

"peter?"

the boy spins around to be met with the sight of may standing there, incredulity and relief painting her face. grocery bags slip from her arms and hit the ground.

"may!" peter smiles, running to her and wrapping his arms around the woman. may tightens her hold on him, sighing into the embrace.

"i thought you were dead."

"i was worried you would be, too."

the two pick up the groceries and head into the apartment, may putting the items away as peter talks, rambling through the whole story and why half of the population disappeared into thin air.

"you've been through a lot, peter," may sighs, running her fingers through the boy's hair and pulling him to her. "how about you take a shower and i'll order some pizza? we can have a movie night and just relax."

peter nods, chewing on his lip. "yeah, uh, i need to go see y/n first- if she's even alive- and then, yes, that sounds great."

"oh, right. honey, she's... she's in the hospital right now."

"what?" peter turns his head to face his aunt, eyes wide.

"i'd best let you go find all that out on your own. i'll have the water heated up for your shower when you get back, okay?" may asks.

"yeah, yeah, okay," he mumbles, already sliding out of his seat and pulling on his mask. "i'll be back."

"pete."

he turns around, hand on the doorknob.

"i love you. don't leave me again."

"i love you too, and i won't."

with that, he flies out of the door, racing down the apartment steps and swinging towards queens presbyterian, silently cursing at the fact that he didn't even ask may to specify which hospital you were at.

he practically blasts through the front doors, heads turning at him as he almost slams against the front desk. the nurse looks up from the computer, brows raised and eyes sightly wide.

"hello, spider-man," she says, cocking her head slightly.

"hi, uh," peter pants, "i need to see y/n l/n."

"and why is that?"

exasperated, peter runs a hand over his mask, leaning on the desk. "i just got back from outer space and she's my best friend and i need to see her."

the nurse sighs, hesitant. "fine. room 206."

"thank you," peter slaps the desk, racing off towards the stairwell.

watching your friends almost die in an elevator often makes people opt for taking the stairs.

once in the stairwell, he raises an arm, shooting a web up onto a higher up railing, flipping and landing in front of a door with the number 2 on it. "nice."

"206, 206, 20- yes!" peter mutters, opening the door without even thinking to knock.

you shoot up, adjusting yourself in your seat and grabbing the lamp from the bedside table, holding it up defensively. as soon as you see the red and blue suit, however, you soften, haphazardly setting the lamp on the table. "peter?"

he pulls off the mask, running towards you and wrapping his arms around you. a sigh falls from his lips. you're alive.

"i thought you died in space," you mutter. your words are muffled by his shoulder.

"i thought the snap killed you," peter pulls away. "what happened? why are you here?"

you didn't know why you didn't want peter to know. it was almost embarrassing. out of all the people, animals, plants, and god knows what in the universe, you just so happened to be the leftover, odd numbered living thing to face the snap. moreover, you didn't want to worry peter. he'd just been through hell and know he was going to have yet another thing on his plate to fret over.

"it's nothing."

"obviously not, y/n. you're in the hospital."

"it's no big deal, peter. you've been through enough, you can go home and rest. you need it," you breathe.

he gives you a look, the soft eyes you'd fallen for making your heart ache. "you know i'm not gonna be able to rest unless you tell me."

you suck in a breath, tossing the blankets off of your legs, or lack of legs, thereof. a pile of dust sits where they used to be.

"holy shit, how did you lose your- oh," peter sees the pile, identical to the ones that he, tony, and nebula had left behind on titan. "wait... this doesn't make sense, how-"

"the universe isn't evenly numbered, peter."

now it really clicked.

a look of confusion and deep thought covers peter's face, the boy plopping down in the chair next to your bed as he stares at the pile.

he went through the whole thing in his head. thanos wanted to wipe out half the universe. the universe wasn't evenly numbered, and you happened to be the odd one out. so now half of you was gone?

"they come back when i fall asleep," you explain. he turns his head to you, eyebrows still furrowed in bewilderment. "it's weird, i know. that day of the field trip, when you went on the ship, i was just doing my homework when i got this weird feeling. i looked down and like half of my feet were gone, and my parents were on vacation, so i couldn't call for help. they-"

you hesitate. peter nods solemnly, understanding. they were gone.

"-anyways, uh, i decided to just go to bed and let it happen in my sleep, cause it was slow and i didn't want to just watch it happen, you know? but the next day i was fine, my feet restored, but then they slowly started fading again. i called aunt may and she helped for a few days, but as time went on, i started fading faster, so we got me admitted here. now it only takes about a minute after waking up for them to disintegrate, but it just stops at my hips. so."

the boy's gaze sits on the pile of dust. you stare at him, waiting for him to say something. you pull at your fingers; a nervous habit.

"i need to talk to mr. stark," he states, standing and walking to the door.

"peter," you call, brows furrowed.

jesus, can i walk through a door without someone calling my name? he turns, slightly annoyed before he meets your eyes, mood immediately vanishing. my bad.

"sorry," he mutters, walking back over to you and sitting back down. he grabs your hand. "i just sort of slipped into-"

"no-fuckery mode."

he looks at you, slightly amused. "what was that?"

"just a name thing i came up with," you shrug, face getting hot. "you do it sometimes. i'll just be talking about something and then you'll get this look on your face and you just... a flip switches in your brain and suddenly you're in no-fuckery mode. ready to fight and shit."

a laugh flies out of peter's mouth. your stomach twists at the sound, the boyish laugh you loved.

"i missed you, y/n."

"i missed you too, petey."

silence fills the air as you look at each other. you get slightly uncomfortable, feeling awkward, pulling away your gaze. peter's breath hitches. "i should-"

"yeah. go save me, spider-boy," you smile. you lean over and plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

awkward.

peter nods at you and you nod back, your faces hot and minds racing. you watch as he walks out of the doorway, pulling on the mask. the boy does a little skip as he passes the window and you catch it, having to shut your eyes at the overwhelmingly giddy feeling it gives you.

a sigh falls from your lips and you lean back, bringing your hands to your face, stupid smile pulling on your mouth.

+ + +

"slow down, kid-"

"she needs help, mr. stark-"

"yeah, i get that," the man mutters, sitting up in his bed. his older age meant recovery would last longer, especially after he pulled the genius move of ripping off his arc reactor. "i just..."

"it's a matter of reaching equilibrium."

peter and tony's heads turn to the doorway, where bruce banner stands. he walks in, leaning against the table. "sorry, i just-"

tony shakes his head, gesturing with his hand. "no, go on."

"well," bruce breathes, "at the time of the snap, the universe was oddly numbered, and y/n just so happened to be that odd number. obviously, the universe is ever-changing and growing, and right now, i'm just gonna deem counting every living organism impossible. babies are being born, people are dying (kim, there's people that are dying), hell knows what's going on on other planets- you get the deal. nevertheless, it appears that the current number doesn't matter. thanos got rid of half of the population, and that was true for the very split-second his fingers snapped. those actions were made without regard for the future; it was purely in the moment. moreover- we all know basic math- when you split an odd number, you'll be left with x and a half. y/n won't die, but she'll definitely stay disabled. i have no answer for why or how she comes back in her sleep, but..."

"so you're saying she's stuck like this forever?" peter asks.

"unless we reverse the snap."

the boy's gaze flickers over to tony. tony lets out a sigh, adjusting himself in his seat. "listen: the only way to reverse thanos' actions is to go back in time, correct? and if i remember correctly, time works differently in the quantum realm. but, here's two things: one, quantum fluctuation messes with the planck scale, which then triggers the deutsch proposition. basically, you're not coming home. two, i've never worked with the quantum realm, and honestly, i don't plan to. it's too risky."

peter deflates. tony notices, sighing and wiping a hand over his mouth as he looks out the window, feeling tired and guilty. "she's alive, pete. there was a big chance she would've dusted away like the others; be grateful that she didn't and that she's still here."

"i think tony's right, peter," bruce says, words laced with sorrow.

a blank stare at the ground is the only response that peter gives. he sits there for a minute before sucking in a sharp breath, standing. "guess i'm doing this on my own, then."

HC STYLE EPILOGUE BECAUSE IT'S BETTER THIS WAY YEAHYEAH

- peter goes home and calls you and you're like disappointed but it's okay

- you didn't get your hopes up for a reason

- peter's still lowkey angy (no talkie i'm angy) and stubborn (because he's peter. tf do you expect) but you get tired and eventually hang up, peter telling you to "have fun getting your legs back"

- the Second the call ends he does the thing like after ned leaves his room in homecoming and he scrunches his eyes and is like fuck!

- you know what i'm talking about

- peter parker = rightful owner of all awkward responses and phrases

- anyways peter spends the entire goddamn night just researching the quantum realm and time travel theories

- after he and may have a pizza night, of course

- they may have watched back to the future because peter INSISTED

- may would check in on him and be confused but not surprised

- she's like: this bitch! young love amiright

- anyways peter eventually falls asleep on top of a textbook

- next day he's like GRIND TIME as soon as he wakes up

- but

- PLOT TWIST!

- tony calls him and is like "guess what i fucking did it i'm awesome i know how to time travel"

- and yeah the Whole Endgame Thing happens

- except in this house tony didn't die yeahyeah!

- when peter left to go fight you're like "peter if you die on me i will literally bring you back to life and then kill you"

- peter's like "yeah i know"

- moment of silence for that adorable dialogue (which is word for word what y'all say. i know i have weird dialogue in hcs but this time you guys say JUST THAT)

- REALLY CUTE MOMENT AFTER THAT WHERE HE JUST STARES AT YOU WHILE SMILING BEFORE LEANING IN AND GIVING YOU A SOFT KISS

- (AHHHHHHH)

- you pull apart and kiss again but like For Real and it's the best thing ever

- yeah i'm sad and wish i had someone to kiss right now. WHAT ABOUT IT

- ANYWAYS EVERYTHING ENDS UP GREAT YOU GET YOUR LEGS BACK AND IT'S LIKE YAY EVERYONE SURVIVED

- PETER COMES BACK AND YOU GET TO GO HOME AND YOUR PARENTS ARE THERE TOO AND FLASH IS BACK TOO HSDFSBDJSHAHA

- YOU AND PETER HAVE A CUDDLE PARTY AND JUST LAY THERE HOLDING EACH OTHER WHILE WATCHING A MOVIE

"i don't know what i'd do without you, peter"

- he doesn't respond for a moment and then just blurts

"i love you"

"i love you more"

+ + +

i got so carried away with that epilogue WHOOPS!

it's 12:26am rn i am tired if i had any typos or grammar mistakes my apologies

peep the little sympathy moment for flash because even though i basically yell at him in some of these,, this is becoming a flash fanpage #flashgetsrightsbecauseifeelbadforhim

[taaroko]

Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers!

No seriously, I hate spoilers and I don’t want to ruin the movie for anyone.

Don’t click to read more unless you’ve seen it or you absolutely don’t care, because I’m here to talk plot implications.

Okay. I want to talk about the timelines Endgame introduced, because if you think all the times they visited are going to continue on the same way as otherwise, you are wrong. The Ancient One explained how it works. There will be new branches kicked off by what they do in their quantum time traveling, which is fine as long as the Infinity Stones go back to where they were so that nothing worse happens.

1970 Branch: I don’t think much would’ve changed in this, but Hank Pym is probably even more paranoid about protecting his technology, and maaaaybe Howard goes on to be ever so slightly a better dad because of that nice chat he had with Howard Potts. 

2012 Branch: Holy crap this one is a mess. I seriously doubt that Main Timeline Steve would ever be able to track down Loki, and who knows where he went with the Tesseract. I headcanon hard that getting slammed repeatedly into the floor by the Hulk snapped him out of some or all of the brainwashing/Mind Stone reprogramming/whatever that he had, so I don’t think he’d have poofed directly to Thanos to hand it over, but now he has a chance to escape punishment on Asgard. Good luck finding him, I guess. Maybe the Ancient One will help. Meanwhile, on Earth, Steve now knows that Bucky is alive, while several major Hydra operatives think Steve is on their side. There is so much potential for things to go wrong.

2013 Branch: Unless Loki saw Main Timeline Thor and Rocket running past his cell or Frigga’s actions were impacted by interacting with Thor, I doubt this one would change. Although there’s also Jane. Unless she lost consciousness when Rocket took the Aether from her and didn’t get a clear look at him, and then Main Timeline Steve (presumably with Heimdall’s help or something?) put the Aether back in place before she woke up, she’s gonna have some major questions, and she is not the type to leave those unanswered. (Also, did they decide not to try getting the Tesseract from this point because it’d be too hard to slip it past Odin, or what? Because if not, that’s a pretty big oversight, and I don’t enjoy using Thor’s drunken depression as a means of handwaving it.)

2014 Branch: This one is pretty nice, because Thanos, all his lieutenants, and both his Outrider and Sakaaran armies are gone several years early. The only downside is for the Guardians, because their Gamora permanently absconded to the Main Timeline, and their Nebula is dead. Now the biggest problems they have to deal with are a Ronan with no army and, eventually, Ego. Is Ronan with no army supplied by Thanos a big enough catalyst to even forge the Guardians into a team/family? I’m really not sure. The army doesn’t come into play until the assault on Xandar itself, so it’s possible. If not, though, then Ego won’t find out about Peter (at least not as soon), which is a really good thing, because a Peter without the Guardians might not be able to fight back against Ego’s sales pitch. Meanwhile, on Earth, without Thanos, the Avengers will need another reason besides the sudden existential threat he provides to get back together after Civil War, but Natasha’s safe and Tony will likely survive to see many more of Morgan’s birthdays and give Pepper anxiety over his inability to permanently quit Iron Manning. In this timeline, the Asgardian ship makes it safely to Earth, with Loki, Heimdall, and all of the refugees alive. Also, Nidavellir is fully populated with dwarves and Eitri’s hands aren’t covered in metal.

Steve’s New Branch: Yeah, I said what I said. You expect me to believe that Steve Rogers went back to the ‘40s, swept Peggy—future founder and director of SHIELD—off her feet, and didn’t act on his knowledge of Zola’s Hydra infiltration plans, Bucky’s survival, and the upcoming threat of Thanos? There is absolutely no way he could keep that low of a profile and live with himself. Also, he’s just about the most famous guy of his era. There’s no way nobody is recognizing him in all those years. Therefore, Steve’s life with Peggy spun off into a separate timeline. I imagine Steve would have garnered a good relationship with Hank and Janet, so that when he needed to, after he had outlived Peggy (and probably his timeline’s Bucky) he could use their technology for a brief return to the Main Timeline to hand off the shield to Sam and say goodbye. Also, I firmly believe that Steve told Bucky his plan before he went back to restore the Stones, and for whatever reason, Bucky declined. The only problem is the frozen Steve in Main Timeline Steve’s new branch. When does Main Timeline Steve wake him up? How does he feel about essentially stealing that Steve’s life, and how does the world react to two Steves once that one isn’t frozen anymore? Is Peggy okay with this? Can they find him a home in some other timeline where Steve died early or something?

Main Timeline: Even though the *past* of the main timeline is the same (including Peggy/Sousa), if I understood what was happening right, things should be pretty screwed up right now. Yay for there being a Gamora in the main timeline once again, but the Guardians+Thor are going to have an interesting time making up for her lost character development. Far more pressing, though, is that the Avengers just dumped everyone who was snapped out of existence into the present time, after five years have gone by without them. Do the writers realize how insane that would be for everyone? Sure, it’s great that these people are alive again, but it’s not like the survivors (and I covered in this post how few of those there would realistically be after the immediate and longer term fallout of the Snap) didn’t continue with their lives. Widows and widowers would have remarried. Orphaned kids would have been adopted. Cars and homes would’ve been sold. Governments are likely still in shambles. The worst irony is that there probably *will* be staggering food shortages now. For my own peace of mind, I have to headcanon that it wasn’t possible to simply cancel out Thanos’s original snap and have everyone retroactively never vanish, because no matter how cute Morgan Stark is, she is not worth this massive universal backlash. So let’s just say bringing the dusted people back to the current time is just the best they could do, and that’s that. And maybe I can assume that the Avengers are smart enough to realize the food shortage problem and use the Stones to double the resources until everything’s as close to normal again as it can be. Still, is Far From Home going to deal with this? All of the kids appear to be the same age, so did they all get snapped? Statistically, there should’ve been a few places getting hit harder than others, so it’s possible. But it bugs me. If they were really set on doing this, we could’ve had Peter awkwardly dealing with the fact that Ned is now 22, along with a good number of his classmates that, from his perspective, he was just on a field trip with a couple days ago. 

I guess the still-running TV shows that are caught up to the present day (meaning Runaways, Cloak & Dagger, and Agents of SHIELD, but probably not Jessica Jones) are going to have to be from the 2014 Branch, though, because how exactly would they be able to deal with this?

[jeremystrele]

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CJH Studio, Penthouse M

A low-maintenance, minimalist home in Queensland, CJH Studio opted for gentle curves, soft lines and creamy tones. These elegant interiors are a sophisticated response to the original building’s curvaceous form.

Budge Over Dover by YSG Studio. Photo – Prue Ruscoe. Ross Farm ‘Barn’ by Studio Moore. Photo – Eve Wilson.

YSG Studio, Budge Over Dover

Honed with an artisanal energy mutually celebrating whimsy and functionality, YSG transformed this hard-edged freestanding coastal house into a tactile haven celebrating nuanced colour and sculptural forms. Curved walls, archways, and rounded banquette seating soften previously harsh geometric lines, while sage Marmorino polished plaster walls and blushing aubergine ceilings complement the handmade terracotta tiles lining the walls and floor. 

Studio Moore, Ross Farm – Barn

The Barn is one of three dwelling properties on Ross Farm – a former dairy farm turned boutique accommodation. The building has its own identity defined by pitched ceilings, granite, and a striking floor-to-ceiling glass rear facade. Studio Moore were inspired by the landscape of neighbouring Wilson’s Promontory National Park, designing the raw and handmade interiors palette to complement the honesty of the immediate natural surrounds.

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Malvern Residence Two by Doherty Design Studio. Photo –  Derek Swalwell.  Art House by Studio CD. Photo – Anson Smart.

Doherty Design Studio, Malvern Residence Two

An extensive renovation of a 1980s house originally designed by architect Peter McIntyre balances Palm Springs-style resort living with the needs of a modern family. In a nod to the building’s heritage, Doherty Design Studio borrowed an 80s-era dynamism to combine bold paint tones, custom terrazzo flooring and brass inlays. The contemporary upgrade exemplifies how today’s interior design can be sympathetically applied to significant older architecture.

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Studio CD, Art House

An expressive family home from Studio CD is inspired by the grandeur and detailing of  European architecture, elevated by art and colour. Custom designed furniture adorned with period details are a welcome surprise against the addition of neon, stone and modern hardware.

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Toorak Residence by Workroom, with furniture, art and object styling by Simone Haag. Photo – Derek Swalwell. Potts Point Residence by Flack Studio. Photo – Anson Smart.

Workroom, Toorak Residence

A robust yet warm and comfortable family home. Workroom’s thoughtful use of concrete provides a sense of permanence and strength, as well as a lightness that defies preconceived notions of the material. The house unfolds into a series of spaces that appear to be hewn from a single block of concrete, using form, scale and light to create a tactile sanctuary for family life. All architecture and interior design by Workroom, with furniture, art and object styling by Simone Haag.

Flack Studio, Potts Point Residence

Positioned in the heart of Potts Point, Flack Studio designed this project for a couple to spend their ‘twilight years’. Described as a ‘love letter’ to Sydney, and to the clients themselves, this five-level home strives to maintain its original essence while creating a self-contained world.

Spanish Queen House by Robson Rak Architecture & Interiors. Photo – Felix Forest. Brass House by Edwina Glenn. Photo – Sharyn Cairns.

Robson Rak Architecture & Interiors, Spanish Queen House

A complete restoration, renovation and addition of a 1920s Spanish Mission home by Robson Rak Architecture & Interiors sees a rich layering of textures and patinas traverse the renovation towards a steel and glass atrium addition. Silver-grey limestone floors, travertine benchtops and tarnished silver light fittings comprise the luxurious old-world material palette.

Edwina Glenn, Brass House

An extensive renovation of a formerly ‘vanilla’ home turned contemporary haven with reflective brass, steel windows, and parquetry. Where possible, Edwina Glenn salvaged joinery to be remodelled and refinished, lending the space a comfortable, ambient feel beside its modern detailing.

Flack Studio, Middle Park Residence. Photo – Anson Smart. Fowler and Ward, Bourke Street Apartment. Photo – Tom Blachford.

Flack Studio, Middle Park Residence

Middle Park Residence is a full scope renovation of an original Edwardian, reflective of the owner’s personality. Every inch of the house was custom designed for the client, resulting in a conversation between materials and objects that totally embodies the distinctive Flack Studio flair.

Fowler and Ward, Bourke Street Apartment

Fowler and Ward’s renovation of a 1981 city apartment draws on the bold form of the striking existing building as inspiration for the totally new family home within. The presence of bold terrazzo, brass mosaics and an island of clashing stone and glass reflect the focus on texture and materiality initiated by the building’s rich exterior palette. In addition, the spatial layout was completely reorganised to accommodate the essentials of family living.

The Quarterdeck home by Studio Gorman . Photo – Prue Ruscoe. Ross Farm’s Dairy by Studio Moore. Photo – Eve Wilson.

Studio Gorman, The Quarterdeck

‘50s elements alongside the latest technology bring this mid-century home into the 21st century and beyond. Studio Gorman restored the original subtle shipping references by reinstating the butterfly roof, exposed steel beams, and shiplap panelling to the front facade. Colour is layered sparingly over a base of limed and oiled American oak, encouraging the dominance of simplicity over a muted palette of mustard, russett and petrol blue.

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Studio Moore, Ross Farm – Dairy

Initially three separate buildings, this boutique accommodation has been redesigned as a cohesive, three-bedroom structure defined by charred timber and a raw, moody material palette. Local cypress timber was used to line the walls and build furniture, while recycled tin sheets clad the building’s exterior. The round concrete bath is a repurposed water trough and with old concrete from the former cattle yard filling the gabion walls for insulation, this building design by Studio Moore received a 6-star energy rating!

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Slow Beam by Hearth Studio. Photo – Lauren Bamford.

Hearth Studio, Slow Beam

A jewel-box of a house designed as a unique Hobart getaway. The two linked pavilions take advantage of an existing cutting from a previous owner’s abandoned earthworks. Hearth Studio positioned black-stained ply interiors in contrast with bold and striking colours, commissioning custom carpet by Melbourne-based artist Esther Stewart to wrap the lounge in opulent and joyously colourful geometries.

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wedding: impossible (pt.2)

(pt.1)

michelle jones/peter parker - college/future fic (wip)

Against his better judgement, Peter has agreed to be MJ’s fake date to a wedding so she can usurp the bride, or something. Considering how much he’d like to be her not-fake date, he’s not really looking forward to it.

Despite all her apparent indifference to them both - and, really, most of her peers - MJ had become a close friend to Ned and himself. So much so that he freely told her his big, spider-themed secret. (She’s actually the only person he’s deliberately told, which is a milestone he’s not keen on analyzing too deeply.) 

She’d reacted pretty calmly, actually, only hitting him with a medium-sized Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche novel, rather than the special edition hardcover that was also in reaching distance.

So, they survived high school together, becoming an unexpectedly tight-knit trio (with absolute no parallels to Harry Potter, shut up Ned). They even survived the entry and violent departure of Harry Osborne from the group, which caused all kinds of angst for Peter, definitely revolving around the supervillainy rather than the whole dating-MJ thing, thank you very much.

And they’d even survived college applications together. Ned and Peter had been talking about MIT since they realised it wasn’t a fictional place on spy TV shows, and Harvard should consider itself lucky to get MJ as one of its alumni. It was a happy coincidence that they all lived within a twenty-minute car ride of each other, really.

None of this, however, explains why exactly Peter is currently on a ferry to Martha’s Vineyard, trying to make conversation with MJ that isn’t horrifically awkward.

He’d picked her up from her college dorm in the car guilt-gifted to him by Mr. Stark after the whole Infinity War mess, and most of the words exchanged during the whole hour-and-a-half trip had been about which radio station to play. They’re currently sitting inside the main ferry, a booth to themselves, looking out onto the passing waves. Peter’s already wearing his suit, the plain black one he last wore to graduation, but MJ told him that she’d change on the journey. (As long as she’s not expecting him to keep driving while she strips off in the front seat next to him, he’s perfectly happy with the plan).

“Hey,” she suddenly says, apropos of nothing. “Does this remind you of that time with the Vulture and the ferry splitting in half?” Because of course she’d gone into scary-research-mode with she’d first found out his double life.

“Um,” he looks around. The smell of seawater is stronger when it’s not filtered through a fear-sweaty mask, and the view isn’t quite the same, but, “Yeah, kind of, now you mention it. Thanks for that.”

She snickers. “No problem.”

And, well, he finds himself smiling, because he can’t help himself, and because this is their status quo, her making fun of pretty much every aspect of his character, and he didn’t realise how much he missed it even in the past week.

He readjusts his tie - although maybe he could just have taken it off for the journey - and of course MJ’s eyes narrow in on the movement. “I like your suit,” she says.

“Thanks,” he says. “May said I should match the tie to your dress, but you won’t tell me anything about it, so…”

Laughing easily, she replies, “Gold medal to Aunt May for remembering prom etiquette. Anyway, I’ve brought two dresses with me, and they’re different colours.”

“I’m sure I could have packed two ties,” he counters with a perfect poker face.

“Shut it, Parker.” She leans to teasingly shove at his shoulder. “Seriously, thanks for coming. I was considering Ned, but I’ve seen him on Dance Dance Revolution, and I can’t afford to lose an eye during the macarena, you know?”

He snorts. “Sure, happy to save you from that. But who turned you down before you considered me?”

He meant it as just a joke, ready for her to roll her eyes and say a cheerleader or her current debating rival, but as soon as he says it, he realises how desperate it probably sounded. He swallows, and prepares his commentary on the weather, when she frowns, a crease between her brows like every-time he says something stupid.

“I didn’t consider anyone else,” she says, and she actually seems sincere, which, honestly, has happened maybe five times during their entire friendship.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m joking, MJ, don’t worry.”

“Peter,” she says, and she puts her hand over his where it rests between them on the bench. “Seriously. You were my first choice.”

He casts his gaze anywhere but her face. “It’s okay, I’m here, you don’t need to-”

“Peter, I needed someone charismatic, and hot, and nice, and who I trust. Your waltz skills were a big bonus, I’ll admit,” and here, she grins, disarmingly casual, as if his whole world hasn’t stuttered a little bit at so many compliments coming from her mouth. “But I wanted you to come with me.”

“Uh,” he says, eloquently.

“I’m gonna go change into my outfit,” she says, abruptly, standing and edging out of the booth.  “Stay here. And try not to sink the boat this time, yeah?”

He shakes himself. “Not funny!” He yells after her retreating figure. She flips him off in response, and a mother shields her daughter’s eyes from the gesture as MJ stalks past them, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Great.

While he waits for her to return, he nervously fixes his hair - and probably messes it up more - and considers texting Ned. Although what would he send?

(hey, has MJ been complimenting you recently? unrelated q: how’s that alien mind control detector coming along?)

He could maybe text May, but she’d get the wrong idea. Well, probably the right idea, but she’s always liked MJ, even more after the whole first semester mess that was his month-long relationship with Carlie Cooper. Even thinking her name makes the smell of burning strong in Peter’s nostrils, and he shivers. Bad mental path to go down, Parker.

He decides to just refresh Twitter, liking Pepper Potts’ (@CEOStarkPotts) tweet about fracking, and Mr. Stark’s subsequent reply about where he’d like to drill for oil, which he only likes out of courtesy because the actual mental image is bleach-drinking worthy.

He quickly finds himself then in a internet spiral, and he’s watching a Youtube restoration of a dug-up axe when there’s a cough from somewhere near. He startles, and looks up, and then thinks that maybe the ship did sink and he’s dead. Completely and utterly dead.

“It’s red,” he chokes out. At this point, it might be easier to just tattoo ‘giant dweeb’ across his forehead.

She rolls his eyes. “Cheers, Parker, consider your next opticians’ appointment postponed. Seriously, is it okay, or should I try on the other one?”

He shakes his head so fast he’s in danger of dislocating his jaw. He’s staring, definitely, but he doubts anyone would blame him. Because MJ - Michelle freakin’ “fashion is capitalism’s worst industry” Jones - is wearing this long red slinky dress that looks soft and shiny and amazing. “Nope, no,” he says. (Smooth.) “No, I think that one works. It’s, ah, you’re really - it looks good. Yeah,”

God, it’s almost the exact shade as the red on his suit. Don’t worry, Dr. Octopus, MJ is going to murder Peter Parker by just wearing spaghetti straps, you’re welcome.

She slides back into the booth, and tucks her hair - which is out of its usual ponytail and falling all around her face in all its wild glory - behind her ears. “Thanks.” Then the soft smile is quickly hidden behind a meaner grimace. “This’ll show Anna.”

“You still haven’t told me what your big problem with this girl is,” Peter points out, thankful for the distraction of conversation.

She sniffs. “It’s a long story. And I can only tell it when the sun’s down.”

He rolls his eyes. He has no idea why he likes her so much, honestly.

-

They follow the GPS’s directions and arrive at the hotel, a charming place with white stone and a long gravel driveway accented with pretty, flowering trees. Naturally, MJ pulls a face at it.

“This is so typical of her,” she says.

“It looks nice,” he rebukes.

They follow the signs to the car park, and Peter only takes three tries, amidst MJ’s laughter, to get it into the parking bay. They traipse to the main entrance, other guests mingling and following their path.

"Wait," Peter asks as they reach the lobby and join the queue of people for the reception desk. "We're staying here tonight?"

"Yeah," MJ replies casually. "The ceremony and reception are here, so."

"You booked the rooms?"

At this, MJ suddenly seems distracted by her fingernails. "Room. Singular. And, yeah. Least I could do for dragging you out here."

He's too afraid to ask the other question he has, which is promptly answered when they get up to their designated Room 342. It has exactly one double bed, right in the middle of the room, like it's taunting him.

"I-" he swallows. "I'll call reception, get them to send some more pillows so I can sleep on the floor."

"Don't be stupid," she dismisses, already chucking her bag onto the right side and popping the complimentary pillow mint into her mouth. "You can't help little old ladies cross the street if your back's as bad as theirs. We can share."

Right. They can share a bed. Sure.

"When does the ceremony start?" Peter asks, a little desperately as MJ sits on the bed and bobs a little, testing the springiness, which is not a turn-on, shut up.

"In half an hour, probably." She shrugs. "I'm not bothered if we turn up late though."

He narrows his eyes. "You want to turn up fashionably late to a wedding ceremony."

"I'm not saying I want to, I'm just saying I wouldn't be bothered," she counters, with a straight face, until she breaks and stands back up. "Kidding, kidding. Let's go. I think one of my cool cousins is here."

He frowns, following her out into the hallway and only just remembering to grab the keycard from the small table by the door. "How come your cousin is here? I thought you knew this girl from middle school?"

"Yeah, we went to middle school together," MJ agrees, and perhaps Peter should know not to be fooled by her casual tone by now. "But she's my aunt's daughter."

Peter stops. Like, he actually stops walking, right there on the patterned carpeting. "So, your cousin.”

She mockingly shudders. "Gross. I try to pretend we're not related."

“This is your cousin’s wedding,” he says slowly, the horrible truth dawning on him.

She stops at the elevators just in time to give him a side profile of her rolling her eyes. “Yes, if you want to be pedantic, I guess.”

He swallows. "Exactly how many of your family members are going to be down there?"

She finally halts as well, and turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow like he's the one being ridiculous. Then she twists her lips, thinking. "Hm," she says, and he waits with held breath. "Only the ones on my mom's side."

Yep. He's going to die.  

He throws his arms in the air. Possibly he's being very dramatic, but come on! "MJ! Are you kidding? This would have been vital information before we got here!"

Something weird and undefinable flickers across her face. "Would you have not come if you knew?" she counters, which is really beside the point.

"Of course I would've come," he says, immediately, because it's the truth. If MJ asked him to come as his date to a wedding between a disapproving Steve Rogers and Electro, he would've turned up with his shoes shined. Regardless, he thinks he has the right to be a little thrown. "You're seriously going to introduce me to your whole family as your boyfriend? To get revenge on your cousin?”

He at least expects a little contrition from her. But instead, the elevator doors slide open with a small chime, and the corner of her lips are curling, like she’s daring him to do something. “You up for the challenge, Spider-Man?”

God help him. His head rolls back in defeat, and she slips into the elevator. He has a split-second to decide: and then he’s darting forward to slide in before the doors shut. 

She looks up at his entrance, as if maybe she hadn’t been all that sure, and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Fine, I’m in,” he says, and his smile is met by one of her own. “But you have to tell me the story behind your hatred of Anna, and I get to tell everyone you cried at the ceremony.”

She bites down on her bottom lip in that way she does whenever she wants to laugh at one of his dumb jokes but is too proud to. “Deal.”

“And,” he adds as she presses the button for the lobby, because something feels different, and he’s still sparking from the sight of her in that dress. “You have to strongly imply I’m the best you’ve had in bed.”

He’s expecting her to laugh straight in his face. But suddenly her expression is… different. Before he can work out exactly what’s going on, the elevator doors are opening again, and she’s striding away.

He takes a deep breath, and readjusts his tie one last time. Come on, Spider-Man, he thinks, and follows her. 

thanks for the amazing response so far!! I think this is going to be my last update on tumblr - I’m going to finish the rest, and then probably post the full thing as a one-shot on ao3. hope you enjoyed this next part! 

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Sandstone in Sydney

As visitors explore Sydney, Australia, they quickly notice the unique buildings found throughout the streets.  These buildings are specific to the area and share Australia’s history and culture as you explore the city.

On your private day tour in Sydney, you and your group are able to see the many different, beautiful sandstone buildings located throughout the city and learn the history of each one.

Sandstone

The sandstone buildings in Sydney are created from Sydney Basin Hawkesbury Sandstone which is also known as Yellow Block.  This stone is true to its name as it’s yellow, gold and orange colours remind many visitors and locals of the colours found on the beach. The stone is commonly found on the Hawkesbury River located just north of the city, so the name also bears its location.

It is said that sandstone began to be supplied from quarries in 1858 and then used in building both commercial and residential structures. 

As the sandstone has been used to create Sydney’s earlier buildings, its durability is impeccable.  Standing up to anything and everything, the buildings created in sandstone have had little decomposition or damage.  Whether the elements were from mother nature, such as rain, wind and extreme sun, or man-made such as pollution, Sydney’s sandstone has held up.

More than just Buildings

Given the durability, sandstone has had many uses throughout Australia.  Prior to being used for buildings (in 1970 and 1980), Sydney sandstone was used as a material for carvings created by Aboriginal People throughout the island.  With the stone’s light colour, sandstone was also used as a canvas for native drawings as the illustration would be easily seen and would last a long time.

The rock carvings, often made out of sandstone would have most likely followed three steps.  The first would be that the worker would have sketched an outline of the carving by scratching the rock’s surface.  After the outline was completed, they would have punctured the rock using a sharp, and harder stone or shell.  Although Sydney sandstone is durable, it is quite soft, so it would have been the ideal material to carve into.  Once the holes were created, the creator would have used that same hard, sharp objects to deepen the line between the two holes until the holes were joined creating an edge. 

This long and tedious process would have been completed many times to create the individual carvings and canvases for drawings. 

As you tour throughout Sydney and the rest of Australia, you will find local Indigenous People’s groups who will be selling their own rock carvings as tokens you can bring back home with you.

Sandstone Buildings in Sydney

There are many sandstone buildings to check out on your private day tour Sydney and here is our top list, broken down by category.

Places of Worship

●        St. Mary’s Cathedral

●        St. Andrew’s Cathedral

●        Great Synagogue

Education Buildings

●        Sydney Grammar School - Main Building

●        Newington College

●        University of Sydney - Original Buildings

Public Buildings

●        Art Gallery of NSW

●        Queen Victoria Building (QVB)

●        Museum of Sydney

●        Sydney Hospital

●        Victoria Barracks

●        Government House

Houses

●        Cranbrook, Bellevue Hill

●        The Abbey, Annandale

●        Carthona, Darling Point

●        Kenilworth, Potts Point

Interior and Exterior Use

To add additional depth and design to Sydney buildings, designers have begun using sandstone beyond the typical building bricks.  You can now find sandstone pavers, flooring and wall cladding as the colour and connection to nature allows for the beauty and durability to be brought into the house.

If you look close enough, you will also find sandstone in many other products (or as products).  The only place that sandstone has not ventured to is as a roofing material. 

Using sandstone in living environments is a great addition as the stone is thermally neutral which allows it to be placed in different temperature areas and not be greatly affected.

Expert Stonesmiths

As Sydney Sandstone is not like other stone, the skill of sandstone smiths has been passed down for generations.  As the buildings in Sydney increase in age, there is a greater need for the skills these workers have.  From regular maintenance to conservation tasks, the sandstone used in many of Sydney’s historic buildings need restoring.

Although not all repairs can be done, there are many steps towards restoration that can happen.  Sandstone smiths have the ability to slow down the deterioration of the stone, protect the building from structural problems, reduce the chance of falling stone, enhance the appearance of the building and corrections or repairs that do not affect the historic fabric of the building. 

Restoration Projects

Many projects on historic landmarks made from Sydney Sandstone in the city are undergoing not just conservation efforts, but full restoration projects.  You will see many of these projects as you discover the sandstone buildings of Sydney.  While looking at these projects, you will find the types of restoration practices. 

The first type of restoration is replacement.  By replacing the original sandstone with new sandstone, the quality and integrity of the stone is renewed.  Expert stonesmiths can replace either a single block or an entire section with new sandstone. The biggest challenge with this type of repair is finding new stone that matches, as many of the quarries that were originally used have been closed.  Each quarry has a slightly different colour and texture.

Another type of restoration is retooling the surfaces.  This is explained by removing some of the damaged material on the outside of the sandstone and exposing the lower layers of the stone.  Depending on the size of the stone, this may or may not be possible.

The final type of restoration you will see happening throughout Sydney is patching.  The art of patching allows for additional material to be added on top.  This process is often used as it is reversible.  As practices and technology are always developing, reversible processes are often selected.

Discover Sydney’s Sandstone

Why wait? Book your Sydney Sightseeing private tour with Runaway Tours Australia today and discover all of Sydney’s sandstone buildings.  Not only will you be able to explore the streets of Sydney and the culture they contain, but you will be able to see a wide variety of sandstone architecture, unique to Sydney, Australia.

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