#Martin Preston

[batcavescolony]

I need you all to know something obvious that I just realized. At the time of this

Marvel Voices Infinity Comic #8

And when Tommy is looking over to jersey saying he wishes he could have been raised by Wanda and Vision

TOMMY SHEPHERD IS LITERALLY THERE!!!!!! THE NEXT COMIC IS ABOUT HIM

Marvel Voices Infinity Comic #9

AND HE IS LIVING IN CRESSKILL! TAKING CARE OF MASTER PANDEMONIUM!!!!

[ughigottaheadache]

Further addition to this post.

Fixer Upper.

Tommy has a realisation as he lays down the tarp, taping it down and covering the skirting boards.

Or, more of a question.

Did Wanda and Vis do this? Decades ago, did his parents prepare the walls of this house to be painted?

He could easily believe it, a picture of extreme domestic bliss, newly wed, thinking of the future. Maybe his mother wore her most messed up shirt and pants too, maybe his father balanced the paint lid on his fingers too, getting a glob of paint to lay down a colour sample. Did they ache over the paint finish like he did? How long did it take them to choose the shade?

They clearly went with a rich burgundy, he was still picking out the paint chips to prove it. He was half tempted to just replicate their choices when he started.

But that would feel wrong.

It had felt wrong when he just arranged the kitchen in an order he vaguely remembered, half memory half relying on what was left of the previously decrepit space.

An imitation of the past, just what he wanted, but it rung hollow.

Maybe he’d done it wrong. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be the same ever again.

But that didn’t mean it couldn’t be made his.

-

Up the Hill

A flyer.

Some poor quality photocopies of a hand scribbled address and time. A garage sale, just a few blocks down from him and Martin.

It could be worth a visit, even just for bed sheets and Tupperware.

A slightly hot early summer day is when he goes, cash in his bag and shoes tied tight. There’s only two other people on the grass out front, only one has the classic fanny pack slung on her hip, she smiles wide at him, waving him over near a tall vanity, a beautiful on at that.

“Hey.”

“Hello, you’re not a familiar face, hear about this through Facebook or something?” Her accent is so New Jersey that he can’t help but smile.

“Nope, got a flyer. Can I ask, is the sale only the stuff outside?”

“Oh goodness no, we’ve got so much to get rid of, we’ve got the garage set up, and just the first two rooms, anything with a sticker is for sale. Green is five, pink is ten, orange is fifteen, red is twenty, gold star stickers are anything above. You follow?”

“I follow.” She turns off to right some yard toys, so Tommy goes to jog up the stairs, not much on the lawn interested him. Maybe the long twin dressers and the vanity. Time would tell. There’s more people inside, and it’s only a few seconds until he sees what he’s really after.

Linens.

He didn’t know how passionately he would feel about bedding until he had a house to furnish and maintain, but life was funny like that. They were all in their original packaging, most of them stickered green, some pink, the only things he needed to know was the sizes and if the pillow cases were included. Next to the piles was a large crib, three gold stars stuck over a piece of painters tape.

Admittedly it was beautiful.

“My grandfather hand carved that.” The sale runner was next to him, her hand resting on the frame.

“Why sell it?”

“Got another one on the way, this’ll just take up too much room. Plus, sometimes grandfathers aren’t the nicest. Best to get rid of it.” Tommy had piled five sheet sets into the ones he wanted when he realised the woman’s eyes were burning into the side of his skull. Lifting his eyes brought a tighter look to her.

“We only put up flyers in the neighbourhood. I don’t think I’ve seen you… you do look halfway familiar. What street do you live in?” Tommy got the sense she wouldn’t leave him alone, he could just ignore her.

“Sherwood, up the hill, why do you ask? And can I buy these?” She went over them, telling him the cost, which he handed over.

“Not a lot of houses in Sherwood, not one of them’s been up for sale in decades.” She’s on a hunt for something, it’s obvious.

“2800 Sherwood, there, happy?” He’s intent on zipping out the door when she catches his attention.

“The Maximoff house? You’re sure? The one with the missing boys?” Missing? He and Billy were missing? Was that the story spun after they were taken from their mom?

“Missing boys?”

“Thomas and William, I knew them, they disappeared one day and their parents left soon after. 2800 Sherwood, you’re absolutely sure that’s the one you’re living in?”

“Yes, why?” She’s even closer now, so he backs up. She stares into his eyes, until some sort of realisation dawns on her, but her face scrunches like she can’t be sure.

“Tom? Is that you?”

He’s out the door before she can blink a second time.

-

Mandolin

Back and forth, back and forth.

The onions fly through the mandolin as he slices them, tub after tub of prepped vegetables are zipped to the front counter, his coworker busy with slotting bread loaves into the ovens, filling the cup towers and prepping the register.

Manual work had been the easiest Tommy could get into, something methodic and simple was a breeze. A quick and clean cut, like the mandolin.

Opening shift was the easiest. Martin usually woke up at ten, so opening at six to leave at nine thirty was convenient, a nice bargain his new employers struck with him. Anyone would trip over themselves to have a speedster on their payroll, no matter the job. His coworker, Ash, got to do any online work and just wait for customers while Tommy used the job as a way to zone out, expel energy and get money.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Back and forth his knife went through the tomatoes, the smells of the cooking meat to his side filling his nose.

Five minutes after Ash flipped the open sign, the bell jingled.

-

Red Carpet

It’s one at night when he gets woken up, a shout echoing in his ears. He’s all but flung himself out of bed, hopping over dirty laundry and his bag to burst into the hallway, already knocking where to go. Just a few doors down is Martin’s room.

“Master P?” There’s a lamp just by his door for this reason, it goes on and Tommy can see him, breathing heavy, halfway out of bed, a crazed look in his old eyes.

“Hey, P, hey man it’s okay, you’re safe.” He’s in front of the old guy, only slightly wincing at the iron grip that settles on his forearms. The orange lighting from the lamp casts his eyes in a strange shadow as Martin practically glares up at him, but Tommy has done this enough to know it’s not Tommy he’s seeing in his dream. It’s twenty seconds until the man’s face smooths, utter confusion following.

“A bad dream, Martin, you had a bad dream.”

“Nightmare.” The man corrects, softly, looking around his room warily, probably expecting his demons to jump out at him.

It’s late, if he doesn’t get Martin back down for sleep he’ll stay awake for hours, confused and tired. But when he does try to coax him into the sheets, he refuses, nearly growing belligerent so he relents.

He offers him a drink, some sleeping pills, music? And book?

But what comes out in a soft voice is;

“A walk, please.” It’s the middle of the night, he’s got a class to go to, getting active would make it even harder for Tommy to go to sleep, he shouldn’t agree-

“Okay, we’ll go for a walk.”

Less than thirty seconds later, Tommy has shoes and a coat on, Martin the same.

“The carpet should be red.” They’re walking down the hall, the stairs just a ways ahead.

“Why should it be red?”

“A red carpet always made me so happy.”

[nikomi---udon]

Preston/Nate

Kissing💋💕

[good-to-drive]

[dustzvacuumcleaner]

【Antebellum/AMV】Psycho Killer

Happy Independence Day guys!! Hope you all enjoy this!

Like I've said the theme of this amv is probably: humorously(?) compressed simple antebellum history (1812-1861) group portraits into 4 minutes. So most scenes are basically related to historical facts, and the numbers there are the years of the events. However I'm historically illiterate in antebellum era, and this was something I decided to make before I even understood antebellum people lol. I hope there aren't any big mistakes x

While playing this song on repeat it suddenly struck me that everyone in the antebellum era was a god damned Psycho Killer, hence the idea for this group portrait. It's kinda sad that some of the characters I didn't get a chance to draw or that I didn't know enough about them.

If you like this, please tell me your favourite scene and feel free to share any thoughts!!! I want comments so badly😭😭😭I will probably make an explanation of timeline later!!!

BGM: Psycho Killer-Talking Heads

[mouseroyalty]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Window card for New York Town, starring Fred MacMurray, Mary Martin, and Robert Preston, 1941.

Photo: IMDB

[operaqueen]

Mary Martin and Robert Preston, in the original Broadway production of I DO! I DO! 

[vincentaureliuslin]

au edit :33 this is slightly satire

do you see what i had to go through to post this what the HELL

[reluctant-martyrs]

[ughigottaheadache]

I am decided.

During the day when Martin needs to be lightly supervised, Tommy runs a laundry out of his home and does almost all the laundry of his immediate neighbourhood. Thru this he becomes close with his neighbours and gets invited to dinners.

Doing the laundry would be a breeze for him, leaving time to do other things such as study. He’s studying how to become an electrician which will always be a needed job and if he can get to places quickly he gets paid quickly.

Until then, his first night job is being a janitor for a cleaning company and he gets assigned the odd night shifts. His second job at night is a shift at a 24/7 diner in north New Jersey. These jobs usually finish around midnight for him so he can get back home and sleep, enough to rest well and be prepared for the next day.

Bc of the low time constraint of doing laundry he often has multiple two hour periods where he’s free throughout the day while the washer is going.

As for money and the Sherwood property I would think it’s a rental but it’s entirely possible that the house just became undesirable and the surrounding neighbours missed the Maximoff family that no one ended up taking it so it was essentially abandoned. Maybe Martin’s magic and long distance magic from Wanda was keeping it in tact and made it easier for a Tommy to fix up.

Homeowner Tommy is a possible thing and so he’s chasing that bag to make sure that it stays that way. Referring to my ‘penny pincher’ Tommy post.

He could be running other projects out of his home, maybe fixing appliances and restoring furniture pieces who knows? Lol maybe he even puts a sign out front that has ‘Shepherd Solutions’ haha, I could see him being a bit cheesy like that.

[nikomi---udon]

Preston/Nate

Shy boy Preston&Smokin' hot Nate💕

[petty-crush]

“Sgt peppers lonely hearts club band” (1978)

-This film is so not good, yet is completely worth watching with a game audience. It becomes a collective disbelief

-like, remaking psychedelic songs in the body of cocaine filled disco muzak is legitimately funny.

-To that end, Donald Pleasance menacingly crooning the opening of “she’s so heavy” with an utterly detached “I want yyyyou, I want yoooouuuuu so bad” is one of the five biggest laughs I’ve had this year

-it’s startling to me to think that George burns, born in the late 1800s, was singing a song about kites from a bunch of twenty somethings, and he is just so game for it

-there are a lot of flavors of bonkers choices, but having Steve Martin being fucking terrible at singing “Maxwell silver’s hammer” is just so wrong that I love it

-I actually like that song (surprised to see others don’t) and yet it does nobody in this film any favors

-Aerosmith probably does the best suiting the song to their personality. Their version of “Come Together” is wonderful

-it is also possible that no one can fuck up “golden slumbers” because it still comes across as resonant and life affirming even though Peter Frampton sings it here (he’s a good guitarist though)

-there is a mock belief called “the magical negro” where a black person (usually a guy) comes in with god like powers to set everything right for sad white boys (and everyone else can go fuck themselves)

-Billy Preston, hot to trot as the title character, redoing his own song(only musician co credited with the Beatles) in a soul way, may be the uber example. His lightning bolt shots just destroy all the gloom, and why he couldn’t have been there in the beginning, who fucking cares. It’s an ending, and a hilarious one at that

-after the lights went up, a guy (in a autographed crew jacket for this film) said to me “I’m not sure who had more fun watching this, you or me”. I dunno ether, but by the power of rock n roll, was my humor nerves shaken and my giddy brain rattled.

[flyingwiththesun]

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Adamandi takes place in the 1930’s and that thus every living character would have to see World War 2? They cannot catch a break they literally went through all the events of Adamandi during the Great Depression only for an international war to strike just a few years after the graduate. 😭