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cagedchoices · 1 year ago

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VERSE INFO - MODERN AU V1

AGE: Any between 19 - 42 years old

OCCUPATION: Soldier (19-26); Construction Worker (26-35); Auto Mechanic (35-)

SETTING: Midwestern US? — Present-Day

(The majority of this au was originally developed alongside @aworldofyou and @paddyfuck and designed to be compliant with their existing lore. ❤️ If I have missed anything or gotten something wrong? You two feel free to let me know. I tried looking back through old posts and such to make sure but tumblr search isn't always so good when it comes to that.)

The full background is as follows:

Caleb Nichols will never really know if his father was the biggest asshole in the world or if he was just some unlucky guy prevented entirely by circumstance from returning to his family. Jeannette "Jeannie" Nichols loves her son and does her best to give him a good childhood, all while struggling under the weight of a mental illness she doesn't understand or even knows she has yet.

Dolores Abernathy, at 4 years old, is taken from her home after her father is arrested and put on trial for murder. She is sent to live with a man named Arnold, and remains in his care until her father is finally acquitted of the charges against him. She stays in contact with Arnold after returning home to her parents' care 2 years later, seeing him as a mentor and second father figure, looking to him for advice on matters that her family wasn't as much help with. When Dolores is 13, Arnold dies by suicide, unable to cope with the tragedy in his life any longer. This shakes her, and makes her feel more distant from her family.

At 8 years old, Caleb's mother takes him to a diner for lunch one afternoon. They sit and enjoy their meal, and then his mom tells him she needs to use the restroom and to wait right there for her. Caleb waits, but his mom never comes back to the booth. After a period of anxious waiting that spirals out into a downright traumatic experience involving a strawberry milkshake, Caleb is taken in by social services, who have no luck in locating his mom for months, and is placed in a foster home which he is told should only be temporary. His mom is found 6 months later not too far from the diner where she first went missing.

She's alive and physically in good health, but mentally she appears highly disoriented and presents with symptoms strongly linked to dementia. She has no memory of leaving the diner. She is evaluated and diagnosed, and recommended to receive inpatient psychiatric care. She remembers she has a son named Caleb, but when Caleb is brought to see her, she doesn't recognize him as the same boy. Caleb is disheartened by this, but the care staff, his mom's doctors, and his foster parents all encourage him to keep visiting her because they're sure she appreciates the company even if she doesn't understand who he's supposed to be.

12 year old Caleb runs away from his foster parents following an argument after another return home from visiting his mother. Caleb's mom didn't recognize him, this time due to the fact that he'd grown so much since the last time she remembered him. His foster parents try their best to calm and comfort him through the devastation, but Caleb sees it only as fake sentiment and pity. He tells them they don't have to keep pretending to give a shit about him or his real mom, because he "knows" the truth is nobody cares.

When he's out on his own, Caleb meets 13 year old Dolores, who he quickly becomes friends with despite Doll's distant personality in the aftermath of Arnold's death. Dolores warmly extends an invitation telling him he's welcome to stay at her house if he needs a place to stay for the night, her parents love having guests. Caleb is hesitant, but accepts the offer and accompanies Dolores as she leads him to the Abernathy ranch house and introduces him to the family - her father Peter, her mother Edith, and her identical twin sister Penelope.

Caleb finds he appreciates the candid nature of the Abernathy family much more than his foster family, and begins to spend a lot of his free time at their house in response. He is even loaned one of the spare bedrooms as his own space whenever he might need it. Before long Edith and Peter are talking about formally adopting him. They finalize the paperwork after some months of grueling meetings with social services and his foster parents, and Caleb is officially adopted.

Dolores is 15 when her father dies suddenly, Caleb is a year younger at 14. Edith begins dating again mere weeks after Peter's death, which the kids have a hard time processing. She remarries and this sends both Dolores and Caleb spiraling in different ways.

Caleb turns to alcohol to drown his sorrows. He avoids family gatherings, he goes to parties with friends and strangers alike and spends much of his time getting drunk and desperately trying to have a good time all while it feels like he's watching everything rot from the inside out.

Dolores attempts suicide, but is stopped by William Grace. She becomes close with William and breaks up with Teddy, her previous boyfriend, but breaks up with William too not long after their relationship starts. Dolores is torn between her feelings for each of them and feels she can't love two people at once.

At 19 years old, Dolores goes to art college hoping to pursue her dream of being a painter. The art students take a class trip to a school for homeless, orphaned and displaced children, and during their visit there, Dolores bonds with a little girl who is 4 years old. The girl's name is Anne and Dolores becomes so attached that she can't bear to see Anne be lost and shuffled around in the adoption/foster care system. She formally adopts Anne and drops out of college to be a mother to the young girl.

At 19 years old, Caleb joins the army. His enlistment date is just a few days before Christmas. He is deployed to Afghanistan, where he is part of a combat special forces unit he serves with for 6 years, until his squad is bombed. Only Caleb and his best friend Francis survive, sustaining moderate injuries. Caleb suffers a skull fracture that frequently causes him migraines. He has surgery to repair the worst of the fracture, and then is left to heal.

At 25, Caleb returns home, where he struggles extensively with PTSD and survivor's guilt. He is severely depressed and experiences suicidal thoughts, and seeks help from a therapist as a result. But his first referral isn't great. This therapist spends her sessions gaslighting Caleb and downplaying the impact his trauma has on how he perceives the world.

He temporarily moves back to the Abernathy ranch, seeking support from the nest and finding it as he spends time reconnecting with Dolores and young Anne.

Depending on what part of the multiverse I'm working with:

1. Caleb meets Uwade, a nurse working at the local hospital. She thinks he's sweet and cute and starts crushing on him, and Caleb crushes on her in return, ultimately falling for her caretaking nature. One thing leads to another and they start dating, with Uwade finding out soon afterward that she is pregnant and Caleb is the father. They talk things over and Caleb marries her. Their daughter Frankie is born.

2. At a traveling circus, Caleb meets Lulu Warren @timerevolt a world-class knife thrower. Lulu picks him from the audience to be her assistant one night and finds their personalities vibe well. She invites Caleb to hang out after the show and the two get to know each other better over drinks and snacks. Their relationship grows over the next month as a whirlwind romance.

Lulu quits her job with the circus and decides to stay and live with Caleb. They continue dating for a year and on the anniversary of the day they met, Caleb proposes to Lulu. They are engaged for one week before they rush off for a weekend Las Vegas elopement together, having a very small, intimate wedding ceremony at a little white chapel.

Shortly after returning home, Lulu and Caleb discuss starting a family and the possibility of having children and begin trying for a baby as a result. Their first two attempts are unsuccessful, Lulu does not get pregnant after two cycles and she is quite distraught by this but Caleb is there to comfort her through it. After their third attempt, she becomes pregnant and during an ultrasound, the couple is happy to discover that she's carrying twins.

The twins are born - a boy and a girl, two healthy babies. Caleb and Lulu name them Hunter and Wren.

3. Open.

#as soon as you stop running everyone else starts to catch up — modern v1.#verse info.#tw death #tw suicide #tw mental illness #tw parental neglect #tw alcohol #tw pregnancy #ask to tag #just...yknow the usual w/estworld gambit

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polizwrites · 2 months ago

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PoliZ's Stuffed Marvels - The Spider-Verse

As a lead up to this year's @marveltrumpshate auction, I'm posting photos of my existing Stuffed Marvels designs, grouped by character and using the hashtag #Stuffed Marvels. These are hand-sewn soft stuffed figures, roughly 8-10 inches/20-25 cm tall, basically two-dimensional, but finished on both sides. They are made of fleece and felt with embroidered elements and embellishments (ribbon, etc.).

Find below the cut my designs for Spider-Man (Miles Morales) - masked & unmasked, Peter B. Parker, Spider-Man (Peter Parker) - masked & unmasked (blue & red suit), Spider-Man (Peter Parker) - unmasked (black & red suit - EDITH glasses optional), Michelle “MJ” Jones, Spider-Gwen [sketch only] and Venom.

If you see any figures you like, would like to tweak an existing design or these spark an idea for a new figure, keep that in mind once the auction opens!

#fancraft #fan crafts #stuffed marvels #Peter Parker #Miles Morales #Venom #Spider-Man #Spider-Gwen #peter b parker #shameless self promo

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a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist · 3 months ago

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| PLEASE READ RULES BYF |

| Featured Muse: Peter Strahm | Featured Muse Masterlist | Promo - Peter |

| Playlist Masterlist |

| Ask/Starter Memes | Headcanon Memes | Munday Memes |

| Type Bingo Hub | Promo Masterlist |

MUSES:

BLAIR WITCH:

Ellis Lynch, Lane

FINAL DESTINATION:

Billy Hitchcock, Rory Peters, Frankie Cheeks, Ian McKinley, Olivia Castle, Peter Friedkin

INSIDIOUS:

Foster Lambert, The Lipstick-Face Demon, Steven "Specs" Stanheight-Faulkner

LOLLIPOP CHAINSAW:

Juliet Starling, Swan

POPPY PLAYTIME:

CatNap, Poppy

RESIDENT EVIL:

Ashley Graham, Clancy Jarvis, Ethan Winters, Luis Serra Navarro, Salvatore Moreau, Zoe Baker

SAW:

Adam Stanheight-Faulkner, Cecilia Pederson, David Stanheight-Faulkner, Lark Mason, Logan Nelson, Lynn Denlon, Mallick Scott, Mitchell "Chell" Smith, Peter Strahm, Scott Tibbs

SHROOMS:

Tara

SILENT HILL:

Eddie Dombrowski, James Sunderland, Travis Grady

THE QUARRY:

Bobby Hackett, Chris Hackett, Dylan Lenivy, Jacob Custos, Max Brinley

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE:

Edith Rose Sawyer/Heather Miller, Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer

UNTIL DAWN:

Chris Hartley, Jessica Riley, Matt Taylor, Mike Munroe

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ASKS: 33

DRAFTS: 9

STARTERS OWED: 3

#PINNED POST ➽➽➽

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ao3feed-petermj · 1 year ago

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Threading New Webs

by Bramble (The_Buggs_Brain)

Peter lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

So, sure, he had broken his promise- MJ and Ned were now in college and he was alone, barely getting by with money, and he has no way to contact Peter 2 and Peter 3, if they even remember him.

But! But, but, but, but!

There's no but. Peter is alone. That's.. All there is to it.

Well, that's what he thought.

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A fic where Peter(Tom) has to deal with the Spider-verse while his own universe.. Isn't ideal. He's alone, barely getting money, has no more family, all he's got left is memories and the EDITH glasses Tony put recordings in.

But that changed when the brothers reunite.

Words: 2085, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire), Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Peter Parker (Tom Holland), Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), May Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man), Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Other Avengers

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy(The Amazing Spider-Man)/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Multi-verse travel, Crossover, Spider-Verse, I haven't watched across the spider-verse but it will be added when I see it okay DONT SPOIL, Harry Osborn and Peter Parker are gay 🤭, The three Peter's are brothers, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Alive Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48006172

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane #peter x MJ #MJ x peter

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lemonpeter · 4 years ago

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STARKER, By Peter B. Parker

Chapter 1: Fix-it

So @preciouspeterbparker and I have been working on this fic and we are SO excited to finally share this with everyone!! It started as a WandaVision-fueled concept and turned into a whole ass fic. We’re absolutely obsessed and we hope you guys love it as much as we’re loving writing it!! I hope everyone enjoys💕

Summary: After Peter’s identity has been compromised, he runs to the only place he can think of, as memory-filled it may be. He may be alone, but the loneliness was something he’d worked on becoming accustomed to. And it was something he could fix, given the right technology.

Lucky him, that tech fit right in the palm of his hand.

Warnings: Peter is 17, set directly after FFH, canon death mention, canon divergence, inappropriate use of Stark tech

Ao3 link

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Peter’s eyes were wide as he crouched on top of the lamp post and stared at the screen, stunned. This couldn’t be happening. Not here, not now.

It had to have been an illusion. It wasn’t real. Right?

His brain was racing, thoughts moving too quickly to keep up with what was going on.

His name was said. His real name. The name ‘Peter Parker’ didn’t just belong to a nobody anymore.

It belonged to Spider-Man.

Which meant it belonged to the public. The public who blindly believed that he was a murderer.

His body moved before he could think about what he was doing, swinging over the crowds that stared at him in shock. He ignored the sound of MJ calling his name from below, desperate to get away. And it would be better for her if she wasn’t associated with him. She’d be safe if people didn’t know.

People yelled, their voices coupled with the sounds of the city pushing him towards overstimulation. They were angry, throwing things in an attempt to knock him down. But nothing got high enough. He stayed well above everyone, breathing heavily. He felt like he was going to pass out.

His eyes flitted around, glancing at all the buildings around him, all the possible routes, without really focusing on any of them. Where was he going? He couldn’t go home; there was no way he could face May. It was guaranteed that she’d seen the clip already and he didn’t want her to be super worried about him. He couldn’t do that to her. Not when things had finally started looking up for her, not when she finally seemed truly happy again.

Ned’s house wasn’t an option either. His best friend’s parents had a shaky opinion of Spider-Man last time he’d heard and he didn’t want his entire friendship to fall apart there.

He definitely couldn’t involve Michelle in this. They had pretty much moved on from their ill-fated attempt at romance that ended when she couldn’t deal with the nightmares he still had, but he wasn’t over it enough for that to be a viable option.

His brain screamed one name but his heart ached over the mere thought. He could only imagine one way for this to be okay, for him to ever feel truly okay again. It wasn’t even a possibility anymore and he knew it. But that didn’t make the pain any less excruciating.

No matter how much he wanted it to happen, Tony couldn’t save him from this.

The reality tugged at his heart and stole the breath from his lungs. He had to pause on top of a building, perched on the ledge so he could easily take off again if he needed to.

It had been almost nine months since the man had died. Since he’d saved everyone else and sacrificed himself. But it still hurt Peter like the wound was fresh.

He knew that the move had to be made. Someone had to do it.

But god, he wished he had been the one to take the fall. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t regret not getting the gauntlet from Mr. Stark before he snapped.

Maybe his motives were purely selfish. Because any time he considered the idea, it wasn’t for the good of everyone else.

He just didn’t like living in a world without Tony Stark.

Peter heard someone opening the door that led to the rooftop and he bolted again, not needing to be caught. But he still needed to figure out his destination.

Then it clicked. A real possibility. Even though he’d have to do more than swing to get there.

The compound upstate.

It was almost completely in ruins when he’d last seen it, destroyed by Thanos and his army. And it wasn’t likely it was too much better since the person funding it….

Well, he couldn’t be in charge of the upkeep anymore. Peter didn’t even like thinking about that part of it.

But he’d be able to hide there for a while, at least. Completely unbothered. There weren’t too many people that knew about the exact location or how to get there. So he’d be safe while everything cooled down.

He could use some time alone anyways.

In order to get there, he’d need to drive. But he didn’t exactly have access to a car. And it was highly unlikely he’d be able to get an Uber while everyone thought he was a murderer.

There was one person he knew he could trust. Although Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to pull him into everything.

But he really did need a ride. He had to get out of the city. There was no other option.

“Karen? Can you call Happy for me?”

“Of course, Peter.”

There was a dialing noise for a few seconds before the call picked up.

“Peter? Where are you?” Happy was as harsh as ever as soon as he picked up.

Peter swallowed down the lump in his throat. “I need a favor. Please, I need a ride to get out of town. I can’t deal with all of this. Please.” His voice cracked pitifully on the last word.

A moment of silence before a heavy sigh crackled through the speakers in his mask, the sharp sound making him wince. “May wants you to come home. She’s kind of freaking out here, she just saw the news.”

Peter chewed his lip, his eyes dropping to the crowds in the street below. They were all watching him, phones trained on his every move. The feeling of their eyes on him made his skin crawl. “I can’t. Tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t go home. Not right now. Not yet.”

Happy didn’t say anything for a minute, but Peter could hear May’s frantic plea in the background. He felt horrible. But he couldn’t go back. Nearly everyone in the whole city was against him. He couldn’t deal with that. And he didn’t want May to have to figure everything out for him.

Finally the other man spoke again. “I can’t help you. It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s the principle. I’m not helping you run away.”

“I’m not-“

“You are. It doesn’t matter the circumstance. You’re running away. And I’m not going to be a part of it. Just come home, Peter,” Happy told him, his voice gentler then the young man had ever heard it.

“Karen, end call.” In a brief moment of anger, Peter hung up. He knew Happy and May were right. But he just couldn’t go home. He was already sick of being leered at and the broadcast had just gone live. It would only get worse.

And he still didn’t have a ride.

A heavy sigh left him, the sound accurately conveying his sheer exhaustion.

The directions to the compound were something he knew well, he’d probably be able to instruct someone there in his sleep. That wasn’t the issue. It was just so far and without a ride it would take forever.

Maybe a run would do him good. A very, very long run.

***

He’d made an extremely brief stop before leaving the city, buying a set of civilian clothes (even though that didn’t matter, where he was going), a small backpack to hold everything, and enough food for approximately two weeks. It wasn’t the most nutritious stuff, but it was something he could survive on until he felt safe enough to go back home.

After that, it took a few hours for him to finally reach the compound site, but at least he hadn’t been spotted. Most of his escape had been through woods, so despite the fact that he was now an extremely recognizable face, no one saw him. Or tried to come after him, at least.

The sun had set, only the barest bit of orange still hanging above the horizon as he walked up to the damaged building. At least it wasn’t quite as bad as he’d remembered.

It was completely destroyed in some places, while others were just crumbling. It seemed like someone had tried to fix bits and pieces, but eventually just gave up. No longer was it the beautiful campus that Tony created. But it would do for what he needed.

Peter headed to one of the more intact areas, breathing heavily as he finally was able to relax. No more running to try and get to his destination as fast as possible. He was there and he could finally calm down.

No one else was within miles of the place. He was safe.

But it was so lonely. That was par for the course, though, he supposed. He’d been feeling lonely for a while now, despite the best attempts of those around him.

He decided to settle down in one of the old training rooms. It was probably one of only spaces still mostly together. The roof hadn’t been displaced at all, the walls only had the slightest bit of charring. The space was huge, but a lot of it was taken up by pieces of furniture and equipment. At least it didn’t feel extremely empty.

He sat on the ground, eyes slipping shut as he leaned his head against the wall. It was almost nice to be able to just sit and not be worried about being caught.

Almost.

The silence screamed at him, amplifying his anxious thoughts and nearly suffocating him.

Having someone to talk to would have been nice. But who was he supposed to talk to? He still felt bad about hanging up on Happy, so he wasn’t a choice and neither was May. Ned would probably make things worse, despite just wanting to help, so he couldn’t do that either. Thinking about MJ just made him feel guilty, so she was off limits too.

No, if he was honest with himself, there was only one person he really wanted to talk to.

The thought took him by surprise all over again, grief clenching around his heart like a vice grip.

Tony would know what to do. He’d be able to easily get Peter out of the insane situation, fixing everything all up again and making it all right. He’d gotten himself out of plenty of messes, why would this be different?

For just a moment, Peter smiled to himself as he imagined how Mr. Stark would have handled everything. None of it would have felt so grave. There would have been a joke or two made before he worked his magic and made Peter safe again. It would have been over and forgotten about before dinner.

Then reality sunk in again, as it always did.

Tony wasn’t there to help. He couldn’t be. Wouldn’t be ever again.

Peter didn’t like thinking about the fact that he was gone, but if he didn’t tell himself that it was true, that it had really happened, then he’d get hope again and fall apart. He didn’t have the luxury of falling apart when everything was already such a mess.

As a distraction, he began sorting through the backpack he’d gotten, taking out every item and looking it over. Then he got to the front pocket and remembered the last thing he had tucked inside.

Since getting them back, Peter didn’t go anywhere without the EDITH glasses. He’d made the mistake of giving them to someone else before, a mistake he was clearly going to keep paying for. He couldn’t let anyone else get a hold of them again.

He slowly pulled them out, holding onto them for a moment and looking at them. His last gift from Tony. An extremely powerful gift that probably should have been given to someone else. But they weren’t. They were his, for better or worse.

Their full capabilities hadn’t really been something he’d thought about. He didn’t know much of anything about them, really. He knew they had an AI that had absolutely no chill and could control drones, but that was about it.

Peter hadn’t considered what the drones could actually do. The projections that Beck created had been intense and so real, it was hard to believe that he held the power to such a thing in his hands.

If entire beings and monsters could be created, what else could they do?

A sudden thought appeared, prodding at the grieving part of his brain. What were the limits of the projections? How much could they create?

How real could the illusions get?

Letting himself fantasize about possibilities was dangerous and he knew it. But just messing around with the technology wouldn’t be so bad, right? He was just going to familiarize himself with it some more. See what it was capable of.

For the night, however, he needed to sleep. It had been an exhausting day and his eyelids were heavy. The floor wasn’t the most comfortable place ever, but it would do for the first night.

He was asleep within minutes of laying down, dreams of bringing Tony back comforting him. Fantasy was dangerous, no matter how he tried to excuse it.

But maybe it didn’t have to stay just a fantasy.

***

Peter slowly slid the glasses on, breathing shakily. His stomach was churning anxiously. He was still reeling from yesterday’s events and what they meant for him.

But at least now he had an idea, something to focus on, to keep him from getting trapped in a downward spiral.

“Hello, Peter,” EDITH greeted, voice soothing as always.

“Hey, um-“ he raked a hand through his hair. What was he doing? He didn’t have a plan. He had no idea what to ask, or how to ask it without sounding crazy.

EDITH, as intuitive as they came, seemed to sense his pause. “What do you need help with today, Peter?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Swallowed down the lump in his throat. “So...you know how Be- how Mysterio used the drones?” It was probably awful phrasing given everything that had happened. But it was his only frame of reference for the tech’s use first-hand.“Can I do that? The...the pictures and all. Projections.”

“Yes, Peter. You have access to each of those systems. Would you like to call them here?”

He sucked in a harsh breath. That was something. Maybe… “I...yeah. Please.” He knew the vast majority of the drones had been destroyed in the battle on the bridge. But he was sure that, in true Tony Stark fashion, there were more out there somewhere. Mr. Stark was nothing if not prepared.

Peter knew that the drones could create projections, illusions, elaborate scenes that were impossible to tell from reality. But he didn’t just want to see. He wanted to feel, too.

“EDITH? Can you run me through the programming you run on? Basics, advanced, everything in between.” He certainly had the time to go over it all.

“Of course, Peter.”

He had all the time in the world to figure things out, as far as he was concerned. And once he understood how the tech worked, he could bring his questionable plan to life. Piece of cake.

***

As requested, EDITH filled him in on everything. Her own coding and controls, as well as the tech she was based on, BARF (the name never failed to force a hint of a smile to his lips). He had a pretty good understanding of how it worked, especially after watching a video of the presentation Tony gave at MIT.

BARF allowed the wearer of the glasses to access their hippocampus and project their memories. Though Tony always maintained that the tech was intended to be therapeutic and assist in healing from past traumatic events, Beck had obviously allowed for the projection of whatever the wearer desired.

In this case, if it worked correctly, whatever Peter desired.

Since he wanted to be able to actually feel the illusion, he’d have to alter the programming to interact with other parts of his brain. Namely the parietal lobe, which was responsible for tactile sensory information.

Shouldn’t be too hard.

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Peter slipped the glasses on again. “Hi, EDITH,” he started, biting his lip. Was he really going to do this?

“Hello, Peter. What can I help you with?”

“Run program: STARKER.” He’d slipped some of his own programming into her code in order to do what he wanted. No turning back now. He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever was listening that it worked.

It had to work.

He thought of the only place he wanted to be right now. The place where he’d always felt at home.

When he opened his eyes again, he watched as pixels began to overtake the room, going from the ground up as everything fell into place around him. In a passing thought, he noted that it was similar to watching the smooth ooze of the nanobots that made up his Iron Spider suit. Then suddenly he wasn’t in a bare, badly destroyed training room. He was in Tony’s penthouse at the tower.

And he wasn’t the only one. The sight of his own illusion startled him, left him feeling disoriented. Illusion-Peter blinked at him blankly since he wasn’t thinking of anything in particular for him to do. It was...unsettling, looking at himself. Could he-

Closing his eyes again, Peter swallowed. He thought of his illusion, seeing things from his point of view-

When he opened his eyes again, he could no longer see himself. Much better. Now he was still able to see, feel, and interact with everything in the illusion without having to watch it play out like a movie, the way Tony had in that video. It was just like real life.

He looked at his surroundings again.

The window-wall in front of him looked out over the city, and the sun was shining brightly. To his left was a bar, and the elevator was to the right, sandwiched between two staircases, one of which went up and the other down. Peter’s eyes were wide as he slowly turned around, trying to take it all in. The amount of detail was incredible. He hadn’t realized how much of this place he remembered. The little conversation pit was there, complete with the semi-circle couch and the fireplace he’d seen in a photo spread years earlier. Everything screamed Tony, from the decor to the coffee and whiskey scented air.

But despite the astonishing realism, it still felt so empty. The space felt wrong. Incomplete.

There was definitely something missing. Or someone.

Peter chewed his lip, closing his eyes as he focused. Nervous energy was churning in his stomach. “Come on, EDITH,” he mumbled. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. This was it, the make it or break it moment. “Do your thing.”

Everything was silent for a moment and Peter was worried that it hadn’t worked. His heart skipped a beat, thudding painfully in his chest. Maybe all the work he had put in meant nothing since it hadn’t originally been part of the program.

But slowly the pixels started again, building a figure up seemingly out of nowhere until it formed a full person.

The only person he wanted to see right now.

Tony blinked, a bit disoriented before he glanced over and saw Peter. He shot his signature cocky half-smile towards the young man. “Hey, kid. What did I miss?”

Peter let out a choked sound, a mix between a sob and a borderline-hysterical laugh. “Tony,” he rasped.

And suddenly everything felt okay again.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #happy hogan #may parker #tw death #death mention #starker angst #angst and feels #SbPBP #Peter’s EDITH!verse

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preciouspeterbparker · 4 years ago

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STARKER by Peter B. Parker

After Peter’s identity has been compromised, he runs to the only place he can think of, as memory-filled it may be. He may be alone, but the loneliness was something he’d worked on becoming accustomed to. And it was something he could fix, given the right technology.

Lucky for him, that tech fit right in the palm of his hand.

or: instead of facing reality and processing tony’s death, peter opts for dubious use of a multimillion dollar piece of tech. classic.

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i just spent an absurd amount of time making this moodboard for the fic @spidey-sins and i are writing together! woo! so much love and time has gone into it already and i just want everybody to love it like we do skskskks

find it on ao3 and tumblr, we update on saturdays! :)

#starker #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #Peter's EDITH!verse #bloo writes bad things (tm)

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renatarenatah · 2 years ago

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Eu li todos livros que Rory leu!

Por acaso, eu leio muito rápido e terminei esses livros por dias e semanas. Amei esses livros! Rory é estudiosa, tem boas escolhas para ler.

Listona com os 339 livros que Rory leu em ‘Gilmore Girls’:

1. 1 984 – George Orwell

2. As Aventuras de Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain

3. Alice no País das Maravilhas – Lewis Carroll

4. As Incríveis Aventuras de Kavalier & Clay – Michael Chabon

5. Uma Tragédia Americana – Theodore Dreiser

6. As Cinzas de Ângela – Frank McCourt

7. Anna Karenina – Leon Tolstoy

8. O Diário de Anne Frank – Anne Frank

9. The Archidamian War – Donald Kagan

10. A Arte da Ficção – Henry James

11. A Arte da Guerra – Sun Tzu

12. Enquanto Agonizo – William Faulkner

13. Reparação – Ian McEwan

14. Autobiography of a Face – Lucy Grealy

15. The Awakening – Kate Chopin

16. Babe – Dick King-Smith

17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women – Susan Faludi

18. Balzac e a Costureirinha Chinesa – Dai Sijie

19. Bel Canto – Ann Patchett

20. A Redoma de Vidro – Sylvia Plath

21. Amada – Toni Morrison

22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation – Seamus Heaney

23. Bagavadguitá

24. Os Irmãos Bielski – Peter Duffy

25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women – Elizabeth Wurtzel

26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays – Mary McCarthy

27. Admirável Mundo Novo – Aldous Huxley

28. Um Lugar Chamado Brick Lane – Monica Ali

29. Brigadoon – Alan Jay Lerner

30. Cândido – Voltaire

31. Os Cantos de Cantuária – Chaucer

32. Carrie, A Estranha – Stephen King

33. Ardil 22 – Joseph Heller

34. O Apanhador no Campo de Centeio – J. D. Salinger

35. A Teia de Charlotte – E. B. White

36. The Children’s Hour – Lillian Hellman

37. Christine – Stephen King

38. Um Conto de Natal – Charles Dickens

39. Laranja Mecânica – Anthony Burgess

40. The Code of the Woosters – P.G. Wodehouse

41. The Collected Stories – Eudora Welty

42. A Comédia dos Erros – William Shakespeare

43. Complete Novels – Dawn Powell

44. The Complete Poems – Anne Sexton

45. Complete Stories – Dorothy Parker

46. Uma Confraria de Tolos – John Kennedy Toole

47. O Conde de Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas

48. A Vingança de Bette – Honoré de Balzac

49. Crime e Castigo – Fiodor Dostoievski

50. Pétala Escarlate, Flor Branca – Michel Faber

51. As Bruxas de Salém – Arthur Miller

52. Cão Raivoso – Stephen King

53. O Estranho Caso do Cão Morto – Mark Haddon

54. Filha da Fortuna – Isabel Allende

55. David e Lisa – Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

56. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens

57. O Código da Vinci – Dan Brown

58. Almas Mortas – Nikolai Gogol

59. Os Demônios – Fiodor Dostoievski

60. A Morte de Um Caixeiro-Viajante – Arthur Miller

61. Deenie – Judy Blume

62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America – Erik Larson

63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band – Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars e Nikki Sixx

64. A Divina Comédia – Dante Alighieri

65. Divinos Segredos – Rebecca Wells

66. Dom Quixote de La Mancha – Miguel Cervantes

67. Conduzindo Miss Daisy – Alfred Uhry

68. O Médico e o Monstro – Robert Louis Stevenson

69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems – Edgar Allan Poe

70. Eleanor Roosevelt – Blanche Wiesen Cook

71. O Teste do Ácido do Refresco Elétrico – Tom Wolfe

72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters – Mark Dunn

73. Eloise – Kay Thompson

74. Emily, the Strange: Os Dias Perdidos – Roger Reger

75. Emma – Jane Austen

76. Empire Falls – Richard Russo

77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective – Donald J. Sobol

78. Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton

79. Ética – Spinoza

80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 – Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna – Isabel Allende

82. Tudo se Ilumina – Jonathan Safran Foer

83. Extravagance – Gary Krist

84. Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

85. Fahrenheit 9/11 – Michael Moore

86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire – Donald Kagan

87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World – Greg Critser

88. Medo e Delírio em Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson

89. A Sociedade do Anel – J. R. R. Tolkien

90. Um Violinista no Telhado – Joseph Stein

91. As Cinco Pessoas que Você Encontra no Céu – Mitch Albom

92. Finnegan’s Wake – James Joyce

93. Fletch Venceu – Gregory McDonald

94. Flowers for Algernon – Daniel Keyes

95. The Fortress of Solitude – Jonathan Lethem

96. A Nascente – Ayn Rand

97. Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

98. Franny e Zooey – J. D. Salinger

99. Sexta-Feira Muito Louca – Mary Rodgers

100. Galápagos – Kurt Vonnegut

101. Gender Trouble – Judith Butler

102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President – Jacob Weisberg

103. Gidget – Frederick Kohner

104. Garota, Interrompida – Susanna Kaysen

105. Os Evangelhos Gnósticos – Elaine Pagels

106. O Poderoso Chefão: Livro 1 – Mario Puzo

107. O Deus das Pequenas Coisas – Arundhati Roy

108. Cachinhos Dourados e os Três Ursos – Alvin Granowsky

109. E o Vento Levou – Margaret Mitchell

110. O Bom Soldado – Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom – Judy Bloom

112. A Primeira Noite de um Homem – Charles Webb

113. As Vinhas da Ira – John Steinbeck

114. O Grande Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

115. Grandes Esperanças – Charles Dickens

116. O Grupo – Mary McCarthy

117. Hamlet – William Shakespeare

118. Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo – J. K. Rowling

119. Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal – J. K. Rowling

120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers

121. O Coração das Trevas – Joseph Conrad

122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders – Vincent Bugliosi e Curt Gentry

123. Henry IV, parte I – William Shakespeare

124. Henry IV, parte II – William Shakespeare

125. Henry V – William Shakespeare

126. Alta Fidelidade – Nick Hornby

127. A História do Declínio e Queda do Império Romano – Edward Gibbon

128. Holidays on Ice: Stories – David Sedaris

129. The Holy Barbarians – Lawrence Lipton

130. Casa de Areia e Névoa – Andre Dubus III

131. A Casa dos Espíritos – Isabel Allende

132. Como Respirar Debaixo D’Água – Julie Orringer

133. Como o Grinch Roubou o Natal – Dr. Seuss

134. How the Light Gets In – M. J. Hyland

135. Uivo – Allen Ginsberg

136. O Corcunda de Notre Dame – Victor Hugo

137. A Ilíada – Homero

138. Confissões de uma Groupie: I’m With the Band – Pamela des Barres

139. A Sangue Frio – Truman Capote

140. Inferno – Dante Alighieri

141. O Vento Será tua Herança – Jerome Lawrence e Robert E. Lee

142. Ironweed – William J. Kennedy

143. It Takes a Village – Hillary Rodham Clinton

144. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

145. O Clube da Sorte da Alegria – Amy Tan

146. Júlio César – William Shakespeare

147. A Célebre Rã Saltadora do Condado de Cavaleras – Mark Twain

148. A Selva – Upton Sinclair

149. Just a Couple of Days – Tony Vigorito

150. Os Últimos Dias dos Romanov – Robert Alexander

#leitura #rory gilmore #gilmore girls #meustextos

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scotianostra · 2 years ago

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On September 28th 1864 Charles Murray,, a poet who wrote in the Doric dialect of Scots, was born at Alford, Aberdeenshire.

I’ve posted a few times about him, but since then have found a biography of him written in the dialect he knew and worked with, for all the Aberdonians out there I hope you like this, for those not too familiar with “The Doric” enjoy…..this has played havoc with my spellcheck, but not for the first or last time!

Charles Murray is easily the maist-kent and maist popular Scots makars fae 1910 tae the 1960s; bit his scrievin wis modest, three sma buikies o verse. Though there wisna onything amateur aboot his wark, Murray wisna professional screever and hid tae scrieve fan iver he hid ony spare time, fittin it aroon his wark life first is a prospecter and heid-chiel o a mine then as a heid colonial civil servant in the new-biggit Union o Sooth Africa.

Three individual collections cam oot in his lifetime - Hamewith; A Sough o War and In the Country Places - the latter twa the traditional ‘slim volumes’ in fit verse afften appeart. The poems fae a three were vrocht the gather in Hamewith and Other Poems in 1927 fit bed print till the 1960s.

Charles Murray wis born on this day 1864, oot by Alford and wis the second bairn an only loon o Peter Murray, a jyner turned grieve. His mither Margaret deid fan he wis three and he vrocht up be his aunt, Mary Robbie. Efter skweel it Gallowhill, he served his time for five eer at Walker and Beattie, land surveyors in Aiberdeen.

He mynt later thit 'I came to Aberdeen, a country lad of sixteen with a “cockit” bonnet and, because it was winter, a big “gravit.’ His only worry in the big city 'was when the chief’s bell rang and I had to go to him and try to say a few sentences in what I thought to be English… The difficulty of translating my thoughts… was a real trouble.’

Bit that worry didna last lang and Murray seen got lairnin aboot his chosen wark and despite his modest backgrun, became a richt social success.

Ae freen mynt thit he, in nae time, became the maist popular member o the maist hail gran club o West End young chiels syne apairt fae his rare personality he hid a kyne o gifts:

'He was… a good shot, a keen angler, played several games well, could take his part in amateur theatricals, even took prizes at athletic sports such as throwing the hammer, played the fiddle, did pen and ink caricatures, was a good hand at bridge.

Efter three eer o wark in Aiberdeen, he went tae Sooth Africa, far he wis tae bide for neist 25 eers. He landit it Cape Toon in Januar 1889 an, efter a fylie there, set oot for Kimberley, the diamond toon far he visited the De Beers Mine. Efter this he went on tae Johannesburg and worked in mines in the Transvaal and Mashonaland. He served in the Second Boer War and wis eventually appyntit Deputy Inspector of Mines. Within ten eers was Secretary for Public Warks for the Union of Sooth Africa. He wis made a CMG (Companion of St Michael and St George) in 1922 and came hame tae Scotland we his wife, Edith, an settled in Banchory. He deid there on 12 April 1941.

MURRAY AND HIS SCOTS

'the vernacular was under a cloud…tabooed and frowned upon by most of our educational mentors. Hamewith helped to change attitudes in schools and in many…some or other of [Murray’s] poems are being committed to memory by the pupils’ and 'even HM Inspectors hail the "Hamewith” Alexander Mackie.

Bit Murray’s wark wisna confined tae Doricland in e North East; mony of his poems - lik his maist popular The Whistle - became weel-kent far ayont Aiberdeenshire. Murray follaet the gran echteenth century predecessors Ramsay, Fergusson and Burns and creatit a poetic tung fit wis draan on the Scots he heard arooo him as he wis grouwin up. Mony o the wirds and phrases he uses belong tae the Doric o his ain Aiberdeenshire bit he wis canny tae mak his Scots open tae fowk fae ither placies an a. So, like Mary Symon, he bytimes uses the regular north-east 'f’ for 'wh’, and his best known poem is 'The Whistle’ and not 'The Fussle’. Mony a Doric reader tho will ayewis read it as Fussle.

#Scotland #scottish #poet #soldier #The Doric #Aberdeenshire #history #literary figure #makar

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academia-etudiante · 2 years ago

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Todos os 339 livros referenciados em "Gilmore Girls":

1. 1984 by George Orwell

2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon

5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser

6. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt

7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan

10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu

12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

13. Atonement by Ian McEwan

14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy

15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin

16. Babe by Dick King-Smith

17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi

18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie

19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

21. Beloved by Toni Morrison

22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney

23. The Bhagava Gita

24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy

25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel

26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy

27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali

29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner

30. Candide by Voltaire

31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer

32. Carrie by Stephen King

33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

35. Charlotte's Web by E. B. White

36. The Children's Hour by Lillian Hellman

37. Christine by Stephen King

38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse

41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty

42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare

43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell

44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker

46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac

49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber

51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller

52. Cujo by Stephen King

53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon

54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende

55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

57. The Da Vinci -Code by Dan Brown

58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol

59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller

61. Deenie by Judy Blume

62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson

63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx

64. The Divine Comedy by Dante

65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells

66. Don Quixote by Cervantes

67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv

68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe

70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook

71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe

72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn

73. Eloise by Kay Thompson

74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger

75. Emma by Jane Austen

76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo

77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol

78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton

79. Ethics by Spinoza

80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende

82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

83. Extravagance by Gary Krist

84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore

86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan

87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser

88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien

90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein

91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

92. Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce

93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald

94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem

96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger

99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers

100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut

101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler

102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg

103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner

104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo

107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky

109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom

112. The Graduate by Charles Webb

113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

116. The Group by Mary McCarthy

117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare

118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling

119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Rowling

120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers

121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry

123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare

124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare

125. Henry V by William Shakespeare

126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon

128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris

129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton

130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III

131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende

132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer

133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss

134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland

135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg

136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

137. The Iliad by Homer

138. I'm With the Band by Pamela des Barres

139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

140. Inferno by Dante

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee

142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy

143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton

144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain

148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito

150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander

151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain

152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

153. Lady Chatterleys' Lover by D. H. Lawrence

154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal

155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield

157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis

158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken

160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway

163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen

164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton

166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding

167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson

168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

169. The Love Story by Erich Segal

170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare

171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies

173. Marathon Man by William Goldman

174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir

176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman

177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer

179. Mencken's Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken

180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare

181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson

184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville

185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin

186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor

187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman

188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret

189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars

190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall

193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It's Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh

194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken

195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest

196. Myra Waldo's Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo

197. My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer

199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin

202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen

203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson

204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay

205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich

206. Night by Elie Wiesel

207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan

209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell

210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

212. Old School by Tobias Wolff

213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac

214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan

217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster

218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood

219. Othello by Shakespeare

220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan

222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson

223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster

225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan

226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious

228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington

230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi

231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain

232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby

233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker

234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche

235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O'Neill by Ron Suskind

236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

237. Property by Valerie Martin

238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon

239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

240. Quattrocento by James Mckean

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall

242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers

243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

244. The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham

245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi

246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin

248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant

249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman

250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien

251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton

252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King

253. Robert's Rules of Order by Henry Robert

254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton

255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

256. A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster

258. Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin

259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition

260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi

261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner

262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford

263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James

264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum

265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand

267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman

270. Selected Hotels of Europe

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell

272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles

274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill

275. Sexus by Henry Miller

276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

277. Shane by Jack Shaefer

278. The Shining by Stephen King

279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton

281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut

282. Small Island by Andrea Levy

283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway

284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers

285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore

286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht

287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos

288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker

289. Songbook by Nick Hornby

290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

292. Sophie's Choice by William Styron

293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov

295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach

296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller

297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams

298. Stuart Little by E. B. White

299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

300. Swann's Way by Marcel Proust

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett

302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber

303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry

306. Time and Again by Jack Finney

307. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway

309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare

311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

312. The Trial by Franz Kafka

313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson

314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett

315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

316. Ulysses by James Joyce

317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath

318. Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

319. Unless by Carol Shields

320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers

322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

323. Velvet Underground's The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard

324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau

327. Walt Disney's Bambi by Felix Salten

328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker

330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles

331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell

332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka

333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson

334. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee

335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire

336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum

337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

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volkswagonblues · 3 years ago

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2021 in review - my fave books I read this year:

[you can find my 2020 roundup here]

1. Substance: Inside New Order, by Peter Hook + 2. Touching from a Distance, by Deborah Curtis

Okay, let me make you a pitch for reading these 2 books, plus 2 that didn’t quite make the list but that I think about CONSTANTLY (Chapter and Verse, by Bernard Sumner and Record Play Pause: Confessions of a Post-Punk Percussionist by Stephen Morris).

I love their music, but what really fuels my weird obsession is that like, New Order/Joy Division is some sort of experimental literature DREAM. They have not one but TWO movies made about them. Each of the three surviving members of JD have written autobiographies. Ian Curtis’s widow, Deborah, also wrote her own memoir. So you have 4 competing and often contradictory (!) descriptions of the exact same events.

It’s like Rashomon but like, with real, actual people, and because they’re real people they are infinitely bizarre and interesting and complicated. Read alltogether, I’d say the 4 autobriographies are an incredible portrait of loneliness, they’re 4 portraits of people whose lives are so intertwined, yet they can’t connect. incredible

3. Craft in the Real World, by Matthew Salesses

I like this book on writing because Salesses acknowledges the difference between western/asian storytelling, and also because he offers some very good tips for plot. Move events from the past to the present. Visualise the contents of a single written page. Create a ticking time bomb.

4. The Sympathizer, by Viet Thanh Nguyen

The prose...the prose! So dense but chewy and flagrantly anti-skimmable. I’m in a book club for this and every time we rave about how good Nguyen’s sentences are. Also, I always have a soft spot for grimy 1970s spy shit. The Commited, the sequel set in Paris, is also fantastic because it’s so specifically merciless against the French intellectual bourgeoise, which I find hilarious

5. I’m Not With the Band, by Sylvia Patterson

Part of my ongoing fascination with 80s-90s music. It’s so good for journalism nerds as well, I find Patterson’s writing just so breezy and readable. And of course the various little snapshots into 90s music personalities like Kylie Minogue and the Manic Street Preacher lads and the members of Blur-- *chef’s kiss*

“I was always hopeless at drugs. I was never psychologically robust enough for drugs, and yet I persevered like a stoic climber with one leg, no arms and spinal tuberculosis up a vertical Alpine precipice. Growing through teenhood in Scotland in the early 1980s there was no escape from drugs, permanently present in the local post-punk whirligig.”

6. White Ivy, Susie Yang

Ok in 2021 I actually found myself drifting away from “literary” fiction into “mass market” fiction (ACTUALLY THESE DISTINCTIONS ARE DUMB BUT LMAO). Anyways, I think the synopsis definitely missed the point of the book, and it tried to make it a Gillian Flynn grifter-narrative when really it’s influenced so much by Edith Wharton and society novels. It’s about a Chinese-American girl trying to marry her way into a rich, WASP family. I’d say that half of the novel set my mind on fire, and the other half was a slog that desperately needs a good edit. Overall, excellent read. The world needs more Asian-American protagonists who are incompetant idiots <3

7. The Collected Novellas, by Stefan Zweig

So Zweig is the author referenced at the beginning of Grand Budapest Hotel. He’s fantastic. Half of these novellas have one (1) premise, which is, “what if you’re on a boat and another dude was on the boat and then this dude tells you the fucking bonkers shit that ever happened to anyone ever”. But seriously, after reading a lot of contemporary fiction with “flat” emotional affects (think of those millenial pink Instagram novels with garish blobs, etc), reading an early 20th c realist narrative where emotions and interior journeys are taken really, really seriously feels so refreshing. I read it and immediately summarised the plot of every single one to my partner, just because they’re so fun to talk about.

8. First Kyu, by Dr. Sung-Hwa Hong

First Kyu is about Go. It’s about a guy who is so obsessed with becoming a professional Go player that it takes over his life. It’s such a good portrait of post-WW2 Korea and that specific generation of men, it’s a reflection on Go but also on philsophy and religion and family relationships. It’s about a guy who plays a lot of board games and sleeps with a bunch of woman, and it rocks.

It’s written by a non-professional writer and Go enthusiast (I believe Hong was a dentist in Vancouver), but it’s one of those stories where the characters are so sincere, and the plot is so exciting, that the quality of the writing really does not matter. It doesn’t. The sheer burning urgency of the story shines through regardless. I put it on here because I found it a lot more interesting than writing that’s more technically sophisticated, but also more stifled and primped by a million MFA workshops. I think it’s a good reminder that what really matters in art is telling a good story. Not crafting a beautiful sentence. Just tell a good story. That’s what connects with people. Beautiful sentences are nice, but the story is what sticks.

#personal #books

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youngbugandtonystank · 4 years ago

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Can you analyze how smart is MCU Peter? I'm writing a fanfic and it'd be helpful. Thank you!

MCU Peter possesses a genius-level intellect.

They haven’t really released his IQ level yet but until then, we’re going to use the one according to the Scientist Supreme: Peter has an IQ of over 250.

He has aptitudes in chemistry, physics, and engineering. He’s the most intelligent member of the decathlon team of his school and the strongest asset in physics.

Peter created his own synthetic webbing;

To do this, Peter needs to know peculiarities about gravitational force, get the right kinematic equations to measure the launch speed of the webbing, the density inside the shooter, understand the momentum principle, instinctive knowledge of different chemicals, synthetics, protein filaments, thermoplastic polymers, and exotic plastics.

And for the web-shooter? Let’s not forget this kid not only created the mechanism himself but he also upgraded a Stark tech web-shooter on his own. This requires a vast level of engineering skills.

Peter is well-versed in the multiverse theory;

I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse? 'Cause I thought that was just theoretical. That completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We're talking about an internal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum--?

To understand this, Peter needs to know the fundamental theories around quantum physics, the physical constants determined by the laws of physics, details about the speed of light, aspects about the mathematical branch of measure theory, the strength of gravity, the inflationary phase of the universe's expansion, and the different initial conditions that go around the nature of existence.

Engineering. Peter has become an expert when it comes to creating new technology. He likes working and building computers. As I mentioned before, he created his own web-shooters. He’s also capable of managing himself all of Tony’s previous devices and designs to create a suit using Stark technology. Peter also deduced the composition of Sam’s wings as carbon fiber-based by concluding the rigidity and flexibility of the mechanism. He’s also proficient in handling and commanding artificial intelligence, given that Tony entrusted him with EDITH; an augmented reality tactical intelligence system.

Multilingualism. Peter can speak some Spanish and knows Italian.

Peter is also capable of coming up with clever strategies due to his scientific expertise and intellect.

He made his own Stark-tech suit. He refortified the materials used in the suit synthesis to the point of protecting Peter from the drones' magnetic and high sonic pulse cannons. He fabricated the arms integrated web-shooters and created a manual activation of the taser webs, making the strength increase by 25%.

I think it’s safe to say the kid is a genius. Whoever questions his intellect or thinks he’s dumb thanks to Tony’s input in his life just doesn't want to see how smart he is.

Thank you♥

#peter parker #spiderman #marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #tom holland #Anonymous

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literarypilgrim · 4 years ago

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Read Like a Gilmore

All 339 Books Referenced In “Gilmore Girls”

Not my original list, but thought it’d be fun to go through and see which one’s I’ve actually read :P If it’s in bold, I’ve got it, and if it’s struck through, I’ve read it. I’ve put a ‘read more’ because it ended up being an insanely long post, and I’m now very sad at how many of these I haven’t read. (I’ve spaced them into groups of ten to make it easier to read)

1. 1984 by George Orwell 2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon 5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser 6. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt 7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank 9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan 10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu 12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 13. Atonement by Ian McEwan 14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy 15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin 16. Babe by Dick King-Smith 17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi 18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie 19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett 20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 21. Beloved by Toni Morrison 22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney 23. The Bhagava Gita 24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy 25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel 26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy 27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali 29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner 30. Candide by Voltaire 31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer 32. Carrie by Stephen King 33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger 35. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White 36. The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman 37. Christine by Stephen King 38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse 41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty 42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare 43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell 44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton 45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker 46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole 47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac 49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky 50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber 51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller 52. Cujo by Stephen King 53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon 54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende 55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D 56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens 57. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol 59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 61. Deenie by Judy Blume 62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson 63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx 64. The Divine Comedy by Dante 65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 66. Don Quixote by Cervantes 67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv 68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe 70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook 71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe 72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn 73. Eloise by Kay Thompson 74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger 75. Emma by Jane Austen 76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo 77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol 78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton 79. Ethics by Spinoza 80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende 82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer 83. Extravagance by Gary Krist 84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore 86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan 87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser 88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien 90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein 91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom 92. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce 93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald 94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem 96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand 97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley 98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger 99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers 100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut 101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler 102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg 103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner 104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen 105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels 106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo 107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy 108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky 109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell 110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom 112. The Graduate by Charles Webb 113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 116. The Group by Mary McCarthy 117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers 121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry 123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare 124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare 125. Henry V by William Shakespeare 126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby 127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon 128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris 129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton 130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III 131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer 133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss 134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland 135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg 136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo 137. The Iliad by Homer 138. I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres 139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote 140. Inferno by Dante

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee 142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy 143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton 144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte 145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan 146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare 147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain 148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair 149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito 150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander 151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain 152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 153. Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence 154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal 155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield 157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis 158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke 159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken 160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens 162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway 163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen 164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton 166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding 167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson 168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold 169. The Love Story by Erich Segal 170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare 171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert 172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies 173. Marathon Man by William Goldman 174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov 175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir 176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman 177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris 178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer 179. Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken 180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare 181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson 184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin 186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor 187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman 188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret 189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars 190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall 193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh 194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken 195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest 196. Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo 197. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult 198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer 199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco 200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri 201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin 202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen 203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson 204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay 205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich 206. Night by Elie Wiesel 207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen 208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan 209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell 210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (will NEVER read again) 212. Old School by Tobias Wolff 213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac 214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey 215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan 217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster 218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood 219. Othello by Shakespeare 220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens 221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan 222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson 223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster 225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan 226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious 228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington 230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi 231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby 233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche 235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind 236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 237. Property by Valerie Martin 238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon 239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw 240. Quattrocento by James Mckean

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall 242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers 243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 244. The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham 245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi 246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin 248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant 249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman 250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien 251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton 252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King 253. Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert 254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton 255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare 256. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf 257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster 258. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin 259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition 260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi 261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner 262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford 263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James 264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum 265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne 266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand 267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir 268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd 269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman 270. Selected Hotels of Europe

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell 272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen 273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles 274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill 275. Sexus by Henry Miller 276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 277. Shane by Jack Shaefer 278. The Shining by Stephen King 279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse 280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton 281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut 282. Small Island by Andrea Levy 283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway 284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers 285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore 286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht 287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos 288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker 289. Songbook by Nick Hornby 290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare 291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 292. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron 293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner 294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov 295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach 296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller 297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams 298. Stuart Little by E. B. White 299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway 300. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett 302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber 303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry 306. Time and Again by Jack Finney 307. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway 309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare 311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 312. The Trial by Franz Kafka 313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson 314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett 315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 316. Ulysses by James Joyce 317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath 318. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 319. Unless by Carol Shields 320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers 322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray 323. Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard 324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett 326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau 327. Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten 328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker 330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles 331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell 332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson 334. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee 335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire 336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum 337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings 339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

#books in Gilmore Girls #reading list #booklr #have you read?

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lemonpeter · 4 years ago

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STARKER, by Peter B. Parker

Chapter 3: Domesticity

A/N: petey’s having a grand old time and so are we! lol -bri and bloo 💕

Warnings: domestic fluff, nff

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In the first few moments after Peter woke up, things were perfect. Memories of the previous night came flooding back and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he snuggled into Tony’s warm embrace.

Everything was alright.

But as soon as he had the thought, something shifted.

Because everything wasn’t alright.

His eyes snapped open, instantly pulling him out of the illusion. His hands roamed over his body, trying to mimic the sensations he had felt before. But it wasn’t the same and he knew it.

It had all felt so real.

He slid the glasses off, just for a moment, while he reached for his phone. When he checked it there were dozens of missed calls and unread texts. Mostly from May, but there were quite a few from other people as well. MJ, Ned, even a couple from Pepper.

Shit, that made him feel ridiculously guilty. She was trying to get into contact with him and he was busy playing house with his fantasy of her husband.

Yet the guilt wasn’t enough to make him respond. Instead, he turned his phone back off and tossed it to the side, putting the EDITH glasses back on. Out of sight, out of mind.

Indulging himself and just pretending for a little longer wouldn’t hurt anybody. It wasn’t like they’d know. This was just for him.

Him and Tony.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused back in. And he was taken right back to where he wanted to be.

When he opened them again, he was laying down with Tony. A smile appeared on his face.

The older man was still fast asleep, limbs tangled with Peter’s. He seemed to be completely unaware of Peter’s brief absence, not that he would have felt it in the first place. As far as he knew, both of them had stayed in bed the entire night.

Peter gently began pulling himself away, pressing a quick kiss to Tony’s forehead before he dug his way out of the covers and slid out of bed.

The room was cold and made him shiver slightly before he found the shirt that Tony had been wearing the night before and pulled it on. There. That was much better. It fell just to the tops of his thighs, hardly hiding anything, but he didn’t mind. And he was sure Tony wouldn’t either.

He wandered a little, making his way out of the bedroom and looking around. The penthouse was huge, but it didn’t feel empty in the way it had before. Love filled up the space, bringing everything to life. It made the place feel like a home.

The thought brought a smile to his face as he continued his wandering. He knew exactly where he was going, of course, but it was nice to just explore in the morning quiet.

Everything was just as he remembered it, down to the smallest details. The neatly stacked magazines on the coffee table (it wasn’t like Tony ever read them), the way morning sunlight beamed gently through the window wall, the various mechanical parts strewn about from late-night projects that got brought out of the lab. It was all the same.

Peter eventually made his way to his initial destination, the kitchen.

He started pulling ingredients out, mentally running through what he needed to make breakfast. Eggs, flour, milk...everything was there, all the things that were necessary. Not that he’d doubted they would be.

The teen got to work soon after, humming quietly to himself as he started prepping. He combined, sifted, whisked, and followed each step to make sure everything came together. Ruined pancakes just wouldn’t do.

As he was standing over the stove, finishing up the cooking, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

He instantly melted into the touch, leaning back and grinning when he felt the warm press of lips against his cheek. When he spoke, his voice was soft so as to not disturb the intimate moment. “Morning, Tony. I figured I’d let you sleep in.” The facial hair covering his chin and jaw rubbed against Peter’s skin, making something tingle deep in his belly.

The man made an appreciative noise, nodding a little. “Thank you, honey,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

Peter thought it was one of the most wonderful sounds he’d ever heard and he wanted to keep hearing it. The tone was raspy and low, insanely sexy. He loved it. “You’re welcome. Working on breakfast now, it’s about done,” he informed Tony happily.

“It smells incredible, I can’t wait.” Tony slowly pulled away, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do, before walking over to the cupboard and pulling out two plates. “I’ll make things a little easier on you, I can help plate everything once it’s finished. Teamwork makes the dream work, and all that.”

The young man nodded a little, the hint of a grin pulling the corners of his lips upwards, though his main focus was the food on the stove. He didn’t want to let any of it burn, he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect.

Not that any of it could turn out anything but that. The fact tugged persistently at the back of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. He’d coded the STARKER program for perfection, with instructions to replicate exactly what he desired. So no matter what he did, breakfast would be perfect regardless.

He just wanted it to feel real on his end, too.

“Okay, I’m ready- bring the plates over here,” he instructed, glancing over at where Tony was standing.

Tony nodded quickly, holding out the two plates. He stood there patiently, giving Peter a small smile as they met eyes. That warm glow was there again, the one that reminded Peter of sunlight shining through honey and made him feel like he was the most important person in the other man’s world. Which meant- a lot, considering the life Tony had lived, the experiences he’d had, the people he knew.

Peter blinked himself out of his thoughts in order to dish out the food, stacking each pancake just-so and making sure the yolks in every egg stayed unbroken. So he was being a bit neurotic- sue him.

Once he was finished plating breakfast, the pair made their way over to the square table and sat right across from each other. It wasn’t overly large, so they were close enough to hold hands, which was exactly what they did. Their hands stayed clasped together as they got situated , both digging in almost instantly.

A contented hum came from the other side of the table. “This is great, Peter, I had no idea you were such a whiz in the kitchen,” Tony complimented, tone light and playful. He sounded truly happy, and it transferred over to the younger man as if they were in some sort of feedback loop.

“I have to be,” Peter laughed, swallowing the bite he’d taken. “May burns everything she makes, I can’t survive off of that. I had to learn some basic things myself. And it’s fun.”

He’d imagined cooking for Tony a lot. Not anything big, it wasn’t like he was really that good. But he always thought that it would be such a nice thing. Something sort of domestic the two of them could do together. Something special for them to share with each other. And the reality was just as good as he’d imagined.

Tony nodded, watching him. “Well, you did amazing. It’s really great, I couldn’t have asked for better.” He grinned, sincerely impressed.

Peter smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Thank you.”

They continued eating in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was a gentle, companionable quiet. Nothing needed to be said, they were just enjoying being with each other.

That was all they needed.

By the time they were finished with breakfast, Peter was already lost in other thoughts.

The simulation was going so much better than he ever could have imagined. It was all so real. Which was everything that he had hoped for.

He really could have everything that he wanted, everything he’d envisioned life with Tony to be. They could really have their happily ever after, the one they both deserved. The universe owed them this.

“I can see you thinking,” Tony teased lightly, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “What’s up?”

Peter looked up again, blinking rapidly as he tried to reorient himself. “Hmm?” He couldn’t really explain it all. Nor did he want to. “Oh, nothing. Just...thinking about how happy I am.” That was fairly true, at least. Lying by omission wasn’t really lying in his book. “I’ve wanted this for so long. With you.”

The older man smiled a little, eyes once again filled with adoration as he gazed across the table. Peter swore he’d never grow tired of being on the receiving end of that look. “Me too. It’s always been you, Pete.”

He said it with such sincerity that Peter could almost believe it. Although, he figured that for this Tony, Peter was always the one for him. And honestly- That was enough.

“It’s always been you for me too, Tones.” The nickname slipped out, but he didn’t try to take it back. It didn’t hurt anyone and it felt so much more personal. Intimate. He liked it.

Tony smiled at him, nodding.

Peter watched him, meeting his gaze and not looking away. Suddenly he remembered the silly plan he’d made after he met Tony for the first time.

It didn’t make any sense, not really. It was unrealistic, just the silly dream of an obsessed, love-sick teenager.

But he used to imagine getting married to Tony. He had things planned out exactly in his elaborate daydreams, down to the flavor of cake they’d have and the color scheme. There were even a couple venues that he’d researched. Peter could admit that he’d spent an embarrassing amount of time focused on that specific fantasy.

And that’s all it had been, fantasy. But...he could bring it to life. Here, in his ideal world. Where things were exactly as he desired. He could easily have that dream become a reality. At least for a little while.

Before he could stop himself, he was standing up from his seat and letting go of Tony’s hand.

Tony raised an eyebrow, watching his movements curiously but not commenting. He stayed in his seat, eyes following as Peter rushed away to the other room.

“I just have to grab something!” He called over his shoulder, running back to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade, reminding him of what they’d done the previous night. It brought a small smile to his face before he resumed what he was doing.

He began shuffling through drawers, moving stacks of clothes and papers in his search. For a moment, he wasn’t even sure what he was actually looking for.

Then his fingers brushed against a small box and wrapped around it. He pulled the velvet cube out, hands shaking slightly as he brought it up to look at it and set it on top of the dresser.

He opened it, revealing a gold engagement band. It had a beautiful, intricate pattern and deep red stones set around it. It was perfect, exactly what he’d imagined in his daydreams. Of course it was.

He closed the box again and held it close to his chest. He’d give it to Tony. Maybe it was moving fast, but he thought he deserved it. This was supposed to be everything that he wanted, so he would make it match his fantasies exactly, down to a T.

But he could wait for just a little bit. He didn’t want to break the soft, domestic bliss they were feeling just yet. After all, he had all the time in the world to pop the question. Even the thought was exciting; in his dreams, Tony had always been the one to propose to him. This would be an interesting flip in the script.

So he tucked the box away again, remembering where he left it. Then he peeked back out of the room. “Tony?” He called softly.

“Yeah?” From the sounds of it, Tony was washing the dishes from breakfast. He was so thoughtful that way.

“I think I’m gonna get a shower,” Peter started, fingers sliding against the smooth door frame. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he got an idea. “Maybe you could...join me?” He offered.

He heard a dish crash from the kitchen and he covered his mouth in an attempt to hold back his mirth. Then he gave up and laughed when he heard the sound of Tony’s footsteps rushing back to the bedroom.

“I would love to do that, yep.” Tony grinned, looking at him as he all but fell through the doorway. He almost sounded like he was out of breath from running from the kitchen.

Peter laughed harder, leaning up to kiss the other man before pulling away to walk to the en-suite bathroom. He didn’t have much to do in terms of undressing, just slowly pulling off the shirt he’d put on. He tossed it down to the floor, taking note of where it landed so he could find it again later.

He glanced back over his shoulder, meeting Tony’s eyes and giving him a small smirk before walking in further.

Tony was close behind, stepping out of the thin sweatpants he’d slipped on.

Peter moved to turn the shower on, eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he figured it out. How could a shower be so damn complicated. Then he turned to look at Tony, feeling breathless. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to seeing the man like that. And he didn’t want to. He wanted to always be just as excited as the first time.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” Tony murmured, taking the young man by surprise.

The teen felt one of his eyebrows shoot up without his permission as he gazed over at Tony with wide eyes. “Me?” It’s not that Peter considered himself ugly, but he didn’t think he was anything special. Just average. Nothing like the man in front of him who was undeniably one of the most beautiful people on the planet.

“Of course you.” Tony grinned a little, grabbing his hand before stepping into the shower. “Who else would I mean?”

That was fair. It wasn’t like anyone else was there, no one else for Tony to be referring to. But the words were thrilling and made him happy all the same. The fact that the billionaire saw him like that, thought that they looked good together, did wonders for his ego and self-confidence even if he wasn’t completely convinced.

“Well...I don’t know.” Peter smiled a little. “You’re sweet. And you’re...absolutely gorgeous too.” He laughed a little, getting into the shower with the older man. His cheeks flushed as he talked, but he meant the words.

“I’m glad you think so.” Tony chuckled, moving to stand under the water and wet his hair. “Hey, get over here really quick,” he encouraged after a moment, stepping out from under the showerhead again. “I want to do something.”

Peter was pulled away from his thoughts, raising an eyebrow at the other man. “Get over where? We’re barely standing a foot apart.”

“Hush. Come get your hair wet and let me do this.”

The teen did as he was told, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gently brushed his fingers through the now-dripping curls. “There. Better?”

Tony nodded, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and getting some in his hand. “Much.” He lathered it up, humming softly to himself as he did. “Let me wash your hair?”

Peter watched him, nodding slowly. It was such a small thing, but the action was so soft. He would never deny Tony of something like that.

He stepped closer, turning around so that his back was to Tony.

Tony smiled, hands moving to Peter’s head. His fingers began gently working the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp as he went.

The teen made a content sound, eyes slipping shut. Tony’s fingers in his hair felt nice.

“How’s this?” Tony asked softly, grinning a little. He loved how Peter started melting into his touch as soon as he’d started.

“It’s so good,” Peter nearly-whimpered, biting his lip. It was so nice, gentle and intimate.

The older man smirked a little as he heard the tone of Peter’s voice. “I’m glad you think so.”

Once the shampoo had been effectively lathered and worked in, it was time to wash it out.

Peter didn’t want the feeling to ever stop, the action incredibly soothing. But he knew that he couldn’t just have his hair washed forever, that wouldn’t work out. And they still had more to do.

So he stepped under the water again, rinsing out the suds and watching them swirl down the drain.

When he was done, he stepped back and looked at Tony again. He hadn’t expected something so sweet, but he loved it.

Peter watched him closely, mouth nearly watering at the sight before him. This absolute god of a man, completely bare in front of him. No matter how soft and sweet he was, the teen couldn’t help but think about other things. The water slid over Tony’s body, making his skin glisten and shine.

And Tony didn’t seem to notice the reverent way Peter was gazing in his direction at all.

He recalled the night before, how agreeable Tony had been to their activities. So he had no worries that he’d be denied here.

But he did, however, want to shake things up a bit.

He took a few more moments to admire Tony’s form before he was stepping closer, his hands dragging over the older man’s chest and abs, tracing the scar where the reactor used to sit. The muscle definition was softer than his own, but he loved it just the same. This body was so strong, had been through so much and done so many amazing things.

Tony raised an eyebrow, moving so that his back was to the water. “Pete?” He couldn’t help but smirk a little. He’d expected some sort of contact, Peter was very handsy that way. But he was really going for it fast.

“Hmm?” Peter didn’t look up. His cheeks were burning as he touched Tony, but that didn’t make him stop. Then, slowly, he began to sink down onto his knees. His hands slid down Tony’s hips until they rested on his wet thighs.

He’d imagined a moment like this for a long time. Pleasing Tony, being able to watch the man as he fell apart from the way Peter was making him feel. And of course, he’d seen it partially when they’d slept together. But he wanted to cause that pleasure in a different way, now.

“What are you doing down there?” As though it wasn’t obvious. Tony’s fingers gently threaded through the young man’s hair, the strands sticking together from the water falling from his fingers. “Thought we were showering.”

“We will,” Peter whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Tony’s left hip. “I want to do this first.” He started kissing down the man’s stomach, lips brushing against the light happy trail once he reached it.

One of his hands moved from its place on Tony’s thigh to wrap around the man’s cock, gently taking hold of it. It was mostly soft, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. He stroked slowly, glancing up as he kept his lips pressed to Tony’s lower belly, trying to hold back the urge to just let his tongue ghost over the sensitive skin there.

Tony was watching him with half-lidded eyes and his lips parted just slightly. His hips gently rocked forward, fucking into Peter’s slick grip as he was gradually brought to full hardness.

Peter leaned back and shook his wet hair out of his face, looking over Tony as he figured out how he wanted to approach things. Then he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of the man’s cock. It wasn’t much, but it was what felt right. It was sweet, intimate.

And it made Tony shiver above him, so he thought it was a good choice.

The young man smirked to himself slightly, batting his eyelashes as he looked up. “Did you like that?” He asked sweetly.

“Uh huh...Peter, do you know what you’re doing?”

Not at all. He had never done anything even remotely like it. “Yeah, of course I do.” His tongue darted out, giving a soft little kitten lick over the head to punctuate his sentence.

He’d never given oral, and the only time he’d even received had been the night before. But he’d seen enough porn and read enough that he was sure he wouldn’t be awful. He just needed to remember the things he’d read. And he knew what felt good to his own body, he just needed to translate it to another person. Shouldn’t be too difficult.

Tony nodded slowly, fingers tightening in his hair slightly at the feeling of the young man’s wet tongue on his erection. “Okay, honey.” He relaxed, ready to take whatever Peter wanted to give him.

Peter kissed the tip one more time before slowly wrapping his lips around it. It was weird, the slightly salty skin against his tongue. But he liked it. And he definitely liked the sounds that the action caused Tony to make.

So he sucked gently, his eyes slipping shut in order for him to focus solely on what he was doing. It wasn’t all that different from having a lollipop or a popsicle in his mouth, if the treat was warm and gave way under the pressure of his ministrations.

His tongue brushed over the slit in the head, gathering the small amount of precum that had welled up already. Then he rubbed it against the slight ridge on the underside of the tip. He knew that would feel pretty good.

A low moan came from Tony, causing Peter to echo the sound, instinctually responding to his partner’s pleasure. The vibrations made the older man grip his hair tighter.

“Maybe you do know what you’re doing,” he mumbled, eyes dark and heavy as he gazed down at Peter.

Peter smiled a little at that, as best he could around the flesh in his mouth, at least. He liked knowing that he was doing well, that he was pleasing Tony, even if he hadn’t done much yet. Hopefully it would only continue to get better.

At the slight praise, he started trying to take down more. Peter hadn’t known how much the validation would turn him on. He wanted more of it, wanted to be good for Tony. He started with just a couple of inches, sucking lightly and humming to give different types of stimulation. His head bobbed slightly, only taking as much as he had before. It wouldn’t be good if he tried to do too much too soon. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by choking or anything.

Tony stayed fairly quiet, but he just wasn’t the most vocal in his pleasure, Peter knew. He showed his appreciation in other ways, holding Peter’s hair tighter, nudging his hips forward slightly into the wet heat of the teen’s mouth. And Peter eagerly drank in the few sounds that did escape him.

The younger man held onto Tony’s thigh with his free hand, nails leaving small crescent-shaped indents as his fingers dug in slightly. His other hand stayed wrapped around Tony’s cock, holding it steady as he took more down and stroking what he hadn’t yet fit into his mouth.

He slowly moved further down, taking more and more of the length in as he let himself get used to the feeling. But before he was able to take it all the way, the tip hit the back of his throat and made him choke, the gagging sound obscenely loud in the tiled room.

He pulled off, eyes watering as he coughed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Sniffling and taking a shaky breath, he licked at his lips in an attempt to clean off some of the thick saliva he could feel running down his chin and smearing along his lips.

Tony groaned, still holding Peter’s hair as he pulled away. “It’s alright. Don’t worry, not a big deal. You’re still a beginner, it’s alright,” he assured breathily. The gag made Peter’s throat tighten deliciously around him and he was still recovering from the sudden sensation.

“Still.” Peter pouted a little, looking up at him for a second. He blinked against the light spray of water ricocheting off of the shower walls and Tony’s body. He didn’t want to embarrass himself like that any more.

Tony frowned slightly at whatever expression he saw on the younger’s face. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay, I mean it, baby.” He paused for a second, looking like he was considering something, before opening his mouth again, a glint in his eyes. “It, uh, I actually think it’s pretty hot, feels good, too. I promise.” A lopsided smile pulled at his lips as he let his fingers scratch lightly against the boy’s scalp.

Peter felt his cheeks flush. If it felt good for Tony, maybe they could explore it another time. But today he just wanted to get acquainted with this new part of Tony’s body without feeling like he was going to throw up. He slowly started taking the man’s cock again, making sure he was patient (well, as patient as he could be) and didn’t force himself too much. Closing his eyes momentarily, he focused on relaxing the muscles of his throat and breathing through his nose.

And it worked, he was able to ignore his gag reflex and start bobbing his head while taking the entire length down his throat.

Tony dropped his head back, chest heaving with labored breaths as he kept his hold on Peter’s hair. His hips twitched forward with the teen’s movements, trying to keep himself at least partially composed.

Although it wasn’t really working.

“Pete, this...okay, fuck,” he swore under his breath. “I won’t last much longer like this,” he warned. “You feel so good, baby, so good for me.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment, but didn’t still or slow down his actions. Hearing Tony’s praise only made him more determined to make the older man come apart for him. His head kept bobbing, taking Tony’s cock down easier every time.

Maybe it would have been nice to go further, have Tony press him against the wall and fuck him until he couldn’t remember his own name. But there were still things he wanted to get done today and there would always be plenty of time for sex later. He was happy to just please Tony for the moment. That was more than enough for him.

Tony groaned softly, but it was strained. He was quickly nearing his release and they both knew it.

Peter felt the man’s cock throb against his tongue and he switched up his technique, quickly moving to just suckling at the sensitive tip again. Making his eyes intentionally wide, he looked up at his partner from underneath his wet eyelashes as he made a show of letting his tongue peak out as he licked around the head before resuming the light, teasing suction.

And that was Tony’s undoing.

His fingers tightened in Peter’s hair again, tugging slightly as his hips thrust forward through his high.

Peter moaned around him, tasting the first burst of cum as it hit his tongue. He kept his head bobbing slightly, just keeping his lips wrapped around the tip as he worked the older man through his orgasm.

“Jesus, Peter,” Tony breathed, legs trembling as he came down from his high. He pulled his softening cock from Peter’s lips, eyes not leaving the teenager’s face.

Peter stared up at Tony, something fluttering deep in his belly as he knelt there on the shower floor.

But it wasn’t arousal this time.

Maybe it was the wrong time. But as far as he was concerned, whenever he wanted it to happen was the right time.

“Marry me, Tony,” he said softly, eyes shining as he gazed upon the man that he loved. "I know that this is all going fast, so fast, but I love you more than anything in the world. I can't imagine life without you, and I don't ever want us to be apart again. So will you… Will you marry me?"

It wasn’t anything like how he’d dreamed it. Not anywhere close. But it still felt right. It was them.

Tony's deep brown eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears that he tried to blink away. "Peter," he whispered, "Come up here. I would get down there with you but my knees don't work like they used to." A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Peter stood slowly, wincing at the slight ache in his own knees before pulling Tony completely out from under the water to look at him. “I don’t want you to say I’m too young, or it’s too fast or anything like that.” But he knew that he wouldn’t. Because Tony would never.

But especially not when everything Peter wanted got to happen.

Instead of responding, Tony took Peter’s hands in his before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It was soft and sweet, but there were still the hints of passion behind it that made Peter’s heartbeat quicken.

By the time they pulled away, Peter had almost forgotten what had inspired the kiss in the first place. Tony’s kisses had the ability to do that, they took his breath away and made him forget anything but Tony himself.

Then he was reminded when Tony kissed his forehead and whispered against his skin. “This is the beginning of our forever, Pete. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” Another chuckle, this one a bit louder and slightly baffled sounding. “Although it is a little surreal for this to be happening when I just came down your throat.”

A shocked cackle erupted from Peter’s mouth before he could stop it and he wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck, hiding his smile and laughter in the crook of his neck. “Shut up,” he muttered halfheartedly, content in the older man’s hold. He pressed a soft kiss over Tony’s pulse and let his lips linger there as the water cascaded over his back.

What a beautiful forever it would be.

***

Peter was okay with how the proposal had gone. It had felt right and the outcome was exactly what he’d wanted. He was thrilled, even if the proposal itself was a bit...unorthodox. So were he and Tony.

But he wanted a wedding, wanted the experience and the memory of having that moment with the man that he loved. He wanted to look into Tony’s eyes and say ‘I do’, and to hear those words repeated back to him. And he wanted it to be the wedding he’d always planned in his dreams.

The issue was that he wanted it to happen as soon as possible, since he knew on some level that things couldn’t last forever. And planning an entire wedding was difficult.

“It has to be perfect,” he mumbled to himself, frustrated.

Perfection shouldn’t have been hard to achieve in his simulation. The program was designed for ‘perfect’. But things still felt off no matter what he did.

Or maybe he just felt off about the whole thing, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. That didn’t mean he had to acknowledge the feeling, though.

Peter shook his head like that would shake the thoughts away. Then he got started planning out more of what he wanted to do, writing notes and ideas in a little notebook he’d found after they’d gotten dressed to go about their day. He would have included Tony in the planning, but…well, he wasn’t really sure how that would work.

Could this Tony have actually shared his own ideas on the matter? Or would it have just been all of Peter’s ideas repeated back to him anyways?

The teen honestly wasn’t sure. So he determined that it would be easier for him to keep his sense of the reality if he just went about doing all of the necessary preparation himself. That would be okay, he could do it.

They already had the ring. He’d given it to Tony after their shower, his heart pounding as he slipped it onto the man’s finger. It looked perfect on him. Just as Peter knew it would. Now he just needed one for himself, something complementary.

Figuring out the venue wouldn’t be difficult. He could have the wedding anywhere he wanted, nothing was off limits. But he knew where he wanted it to be. At least...he had a pretty good idea. He had always envisioned something grand and luxurious, something worthy of Tony. The man was a billionaire, for fuck’s sake.

After that, there wasn’t too much left to take care of. He didn’t want anything big. Although the half-formed guest list in his mind was fairly impossible, he could come back to that. What was impossibility when EDITH was involved?

***

The man gave a heavy sigh as he sat in front of the holo-display, one hand moving up to rub across the skin of his head. He spun around in his chair to make eye contact with the other individuals scattered throughout the room. “Any news? Anyone? Please tell me we’ve got something.” The frustration and exasperation were clear in his voice.

Only silence followed as the agents looked at each other uneasily, no one daring to speak up.

Fury slapped his hand down on the desk. “Why the fuck,” he ground out, “can the world’s leading intelligence agency not locate a goddamn teenager?”

Rolling her eyes, Agent Hill walked into the briefing room, shooting a long-suffering look at the director. “He obviously doesn’t want to be found, Nick.”

He made an affronted face, mouth opening. “Do I look like I give a rat’s ass what Peter Parker wants? What I want is to find his ass and bring it back here so we can do some damage control on this shit storm!” He turned to face the agents again, staring them all down. “And since you incompetent motherfuckers can't find him, the least you can do is bring me someone who can!”

One of the agents, clearly the greenest of the bunch, hesitantly raised her hand as she turned away from her computer screen. “Where should we start, Director Fury, sir?”

Nick scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Can you all do nothing on your own? I’m not your mother, figure it out!”

She narrowed her eyes at him, almost like a challenge. “I actually have an idea, sir. One of Peter’s closest contacts is an Edward Leeds-”

Fury shook his head before she could finish. “No, absolutely not.”

The young agent pressed on, rising up out of her chair. “With all due respect, Director, I think he might be our best bet. We know from Stark’s files that Mr. Leeds is an extremely capable programmer, he’s helped Mr. Parker alter Stark tech in the past.”

“With all due respect, Agent Oliver, absolutely fucking not.” Fury looked at her, eyebrows knit together. “No. No, no, I’m not recruiting another damn teenager.” Obviously there were enough issues and liabilities just from Parker being involved. And while it was for a different purpose, he would rather just stick with adults.

“But Peter’s more likely to listen to him. And he knows his way around tech,” Hill pointed out, casting a look in the younger woman’s direction. “I think Oliver’s right, Nick. He really is our best bet.”

Fury shot her a weak glare before pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to agree. The last thing he wanted was to deal with another teenager. “Well, I’m not babysitting him.”

***

Ned hadn’t heard from Peter since the big announcement from the Bugle and that asshole J. Jonah Jameson. And what kind of a name was that? He wasn’t sure that anyone had been in contact with his best friend, which was worrisome considering he’d just been outed to the entire world. He’d sent him a dozen messages and called even more, but there had been silence. The texts weren’t even read.

So he wasn’t as surprised as he probably should have been when he received a secure message with an obvious SHIELD logo on the bottom. He may have freaked out for a minute out of sheer excitement, though.

“This is so cool,” he mumbled to himself once he’d calmed down, eyes quickly raking over the message to see what it was about.

He smiled weakly when he got to the point. ‘Locating Peter Parker.’ Of course that’s what it was about. Why else would SHIELD ever contact him? “Guy in the chair,” he whispered, automatically responding to the message.

He really wanted his best friend to come home. It couldn’t be good for Peter to be out there all alone. “I hope you’re alright, man,” he thought aloud after sending his reply.

If he couldn’t find Peter, who could?

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