#a role-model ( may parker )

[watsonjackpot]

+ ( ❤️ Aunt May knew ❤️ )

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The Five-Factor Model of Personality

Culture is transmitted to people through language, as well as through social norms which establish acceptable and unacceptable behaviors which are then rewarded or punished (Henrich, 2016; Triandis & Suh, 2002).

With an increased understanding of cultural learning, psychologists have become interested in the role of culture in understanding personality.

The 5 Personality Traits According to this Model

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

Refers to a person's imagination, feelings, actions, ideas

LOW score: More likely to be practical, conventional, prefer routine

HIGH score: More likely to be curious, have a wide range of interests, be independent

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

Competence, self-discipline, thoughtfulness, goal-driven

LOW: Impulsive, careless, disorganized

HIGH: Hardworking, dependable, organized

EXTROVERSION

Sociability, assertiveness, emotional expression

LOW: Quiet, reserved, withdrawn

HIGH: Outgoing, warm, seeks adventure

AGREEABLENESS

Cooperative, trustworthy, good-natured

LOW: Critical, uncooperative, suspicious

HIGH: Helpful, trusting, empathetic

NEUROTICISM

Tendency toward unstable emotions

LOW: Calm, even-tempered, secure

HIGH: Anxious, unhappy, prone to negative emotions

Applicability

The idea that personality can be described and explained by five traits (OCEAN) has important implications, as does the fact that most personality tests were constructed and initially tested in Western countries.

Western ideas about personality may not apply to other cultures (Benet-Martinez & Oishi, 2008).

2 Main Cultural Approaches for Researching Personality

Etic traits - considered universal constructs that are evident across cultures and represent a biological bases of human personality. If the Big Five are universal then they should appear across all cultures (McCrae and Allik, 2002).

Emic traits - constructs unique to each culture and are determined by local customs, thoughts, beliefs, and characteristics. If personality traits are unique to individual cultures then different traits should appear in different cultures.

Using an Etic Framework

Cross cultural research of personality uses an etic framework and researchers must ensure equivalence of the personality test through validation testing.

The instrument must include equivalence in meaning, as well as demonstrate validity and reliability (Matsumoto & Luang, 2013).

Example: The phrase feeling blue is used to describe sadness in Westernized cultures but does not translate to other languages.

Differences in personality across cultures could be due to real cultural differences, but they could also be consequences of poor translations, biased sampling, or differences in response styles across cultures (Schmitt, Allik, McCrae, & Benet-Martínez, 2007).

Personality Test/Measure Used: The NEO-PI

Most of the cross-cultural research on the Five-Factor Model (FFM) and Big Five (OCEAN) has been done using the NEO-PI (and its subsequent revisions; i.e., it is an assessment tool developed to measure the 5 dimensions of personality according to the FFM) which has demonstrated equivalence, reliability and validity across several cross-cultural studies (Costa & McCrae, 1987; McCrae, Costa & Martin, 2005).

Research using the NEO-PI found support for the entire Five-Factor Model in Chinese, Dutch, Italian, Hungarian, German, Australian, South African, Canadian, Finnish, Polish, Portuguese, Israeli, Korean, Japanese, and Filipino samples, in addition to other samples (McCrae, Costa, Del Pilar, Rolland, & Parker, 1998).

NOTE

Personality tests rely on self-report which is susceptible to response bias like socially desirability responding.

To evaluate this possibility, McCrae and colleagues (2005) recruited students from 50 cultural groups and modified the NEO-PI to be in the third person (i.e., he, she, his, her):

The research participants were asked to complete the form on someone else that they knew very well (McCrae et al., 2005).

The same 5 factors emerged in this study.

These results provided empirical support for the FFM and for the use of self-report instruments when conducting cross-cultural personality research.

There was no reason for the students to respond in a desirable way because they were answering questions about someone else.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[remotepixel]

headcanons for platonic peter parker who wants to be your brother sooo bad

AAAA ok i want to say thank you so much for requesting !!!!!! i was literally so excited when i saw it lol.

I set this around Homecoming but didn't specify too much.

TW: yandere themes!

I imagine Peter always wanted a sibling.

-As a bullied, ‘weird’ kid, he grew up wishing he could have someone to hang out with when no one else wanted to.

-Of course, his parents always said no (since it obviously isn’t as simple as young him thought) and he never pestered May and Ben about it, too busy grieving and learning the struggles of money, but the idea lingered well into his teens.

-And, when he met you, he couldn’t help but think maybe God was granting him his wish.

He would be very clingy (to put it simply).

-If you’re in the same school, he’ll make you sit with him and his friends at lunch, walk you to and from lessons, anything to keep himself glued to your side.

-If not, he’ll be constantly checking his phone, texting you 24/7 (or calling you if he can), to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a couple detentions for it.

-He acts like being away from you is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

-Like if doesn’t get a constant reminder that you’re not ignoring him and you’re just busy he’s gonna drop dead.

Outside of school, he would normally invite you around his house to build lego Star Wars or binge old movies no one else your age knows.

-I think he’d really like having things only between you two - like an inside joke or a project you work on together - both because he has an excuse to talk to you, and because it makes it seem like you’ve know each other your whole lives (something he wishes desperately was true).

I imagine Aunt May seeing you two hanging out one day, squabbling about how to properly ensemble the last piece (he’d probably go with your judgement no matter what though), and tells him something along the lines of ‘stop fighting with your sibling’ as a joke.

-The way Peter’s face would just be 😯 before breaking into a massive smile that permanently stays on his face for the next month.

-Like, even Aunt May agrees that he’s your brother, that's basically the same as her adopting you, yeah? no-

Peter is a bit delusional if you couldn't tell.

-Like, the way he constantly called Happy because he convinced himself that it was gonna go through eventually? Yeah, you’re getting the same treatment.

-He assumes you feel the same even if you so much as look at him (I bet he’ll think it’s some ‘sibling secret code’ and look at you in the same way so it looks like he understood).

That isn’t to say he’s ignorant to your emotions though.

-He copies your feelings in a way - like, if you’re sad, he’ll be as well, if you’re angry at something, he’ll be angry, etc.

-He isn’t one for violence but I don’t think he would care if Spiderman webbed/roughed up a few people who were annoying you (I don’t think he’d do much more unless you were in serious danger or he got too caught up into his feelings like in no way home).

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this before but he would be so jealous if you actually had (a) sibling(s).

-Like, he’s supposed to be your brother, but now he has to compete with people who know you so much better than he does? People who get to live with you and say you’re related without getting funny looks?

-(He lied to MJ once and it immediately backfired- he just wanted someone to actually think you and him were siblings, ok? Is that really a crime?)

-I don’t think he would have it in him to be outright mean to them, but he wouldn’t be overly nice either, just neutral enough to hide any jealously and not get banned from seeing you.

He tries not to come across as pathetic (don’t tell him he lowkey is-) but he’s never had much of a family before. Sure, he has Aunt May but everyone else? Dead, just like that.

Siblings is a whole new world for him and he just wants to be there for you, be your role model like Stark is for him, and prove that he can be the best brother ever.

I have re-read this but my tenses might be messed up </3

[galfromearth-22191]

Don’t watch the mouth….watch the hands- Peter B Parker once said

A random shower thought if I may share when this very important saying from Itsv popped up in my head.

It’s the scene where Miles and Peter have that small one-on-one talk that needed to be had. Peter admits that without Miles, his daughter would’ve never been born. Peter praises Miles’s for being a role model that he wants his daughter to aspire to be when she grows up (Don’t watch the mouth)

The same thing he compliments his former protégé on, is the same thing he excepts Miles to tone down for the sake of conforming to the Spider Society’s standards. (Watch the hands)

His words didn’t correlate to his actions..

Don’t watch the mouth.

Watch the hands.

[nerdasaurus1200]

Not that I thought Miles was ever wrong but the more I think about it the more his desperation to save his dad in Across and absolute refusal to stand back and let him die makes perfect sense for his character development.

Cause on the one hand yeah obviously that’s his dad and they may butt heads but Miles still loves him more than anything and no way is he gonna let some petty argument with his father be the last time they ever interact.

But also, I think it’s his trauma from the first movie talking. Cause think about it, his dad is his last male positive male role model left.

The very first one, Uncle Aaron, he lost in a very traumatic way at a very young age, right in front of him.

And then his world’s Peter Parker, once again, right in front of him

And both times he was young and inexperienced and he couldn’t do anything to save them. But this time, he’s older and he’s learned the ropes. He’s more than capable now. So over his dead body is he gonna stand back and let someone he loves die a third time.

[charlesoberonn]

Fanfic idea: Mid-30s Peter Parker is happily married to MJ. He then finds out he has a child from a long ago affair with Black Cat, which naturally puts a bit of a strain on his marriage.

His teenage son comes to look for him to help with his own spider-powers, which are violent and unpredictable.

Now, an experienced Peter who's a bit past his prime gets a taste of fatherhood as he tries to help his rather difficult son. A Spider-Man who never had a role model like Ben and May to guide him.

Then, surprise, turns out MJ is pregnant. Also! There's a mysterious villain who's after Peter's kids (and isn't an Osborn!)

[definitelynot-peterp4rker]

Let's do this one last time.

My name is Peter B. Parker, I'm 19, I was bitten by a radioactive Spider and for the past four years I've been New York's Spider-Man.

I'm a pretty smart guy, I graduated Midtown as valedictorian. I'm now studying at MIT.

I like skateboarding and Maths, and my girlfriends. Guys are pretty nice to look at too.

My Aunt May died a few months back, but I got adopted by my mom and dad not that long afterwards. @official-pietro-maximoff @pietros-wife

And by my role model too! No clue how that happened but it's pretty awesome. @nataliaromanova-official

My favorite colour is red, I really like robotics and photography, gardening's pretty cool too!

I've got two girlfriends suckers (it's poly, I'm not a cheater), I'm out here thriving. Anyways, there's my one true love Vera, and my platonic other half, MJ. @moongirlwidow @midtown-braincell-holder

Thanks to them I also have a whole lot more family now than I was born with. I have a lot of siblings too! @sienna-maximoff , @morganstark-official , @just-a-fucking-civilian and @athena--carter are some of them

I've got a dog, His name's William Bertram the III, but we just call him Willy. He's an Australian shepherd.

So yeah, life's going pretty well for me

(Mr Delmar's is the superior sandwich shop)

[camisoledadparis]

STORY: Late to the Party

A kinky, threeway, mmm, BDSM erotic saga. We've got Watersports , Impact Play , Choking, Buttsex ,Chastity, Bondage and more! Enjoy you whores!

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This is fiction, that means it’s not real guys.  The sex acts in here may not be safe. Consent may not be as explicit as it should be. My characters are not your role models or heroes. And that's ok, if you want a hero, Peter Parker's vanilla bussy exists.

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Sir is going to be pissed. I'm running late, it's my night to cook, Sir and Shawn are waiting for me, and I'm running late. I've been trying to show Sir I'm worth taking his collar. I want to gain Shawn's respect. And I'm fucking late.

I pull into the apartment parking lot, jump out of my car, sprint to Sir's building and slam the intercom. Shawn answers almost immediately, a bad sign. 

"You're late," he chirps. 

I wince, I feel like he hates me. 

"I know, I'm sorry," I responded.

The door buzzes and I spring inside. Behind me I hear Shawn's reply over the intercom, "I'm not the one you need to apologize to."

I enter the elevator and try to compose myself. I run chap stick over my lips, they get dry when I'm stressed. I make sure my braids are tied back in a short tight ponytail. Sir loves to grab them and use the end and as a handle. Anticipation builds as the elevator inches it's way to Sir's floor. I just want to get inside.

An eternity passes and the doors scoot open, I shift through before they're done, make my way down the hall and give Sir's door two quick knocks. As I'm about to make the third knock, the door is gone and Shawn's face replaces it. I stop myself before bonking his nose. I open my mouth to say sorry, but I see a small frown arrive across his brow and I stop myself again.

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I step inside with all the enthusiasm of a student late for class. But before I could take off my shoes, Shawn closed the door and pushed me against the wall. It's not enough to knock the wind out of me, but enough to shock me. We're face to face, I'm speechless and then I feel his hand applying pressure to my shoulder. I know what to do. I know who commanded this.

I fall to my knees and start unbuckling his pants. Before I can finish, he grabs my hair and I look up. It looks like he's about to say something but doesn't. I get back to work. I know why I'm there and why he's there. We serve our Master, however he wants us to. 

I take out Shawn's hard cock, it's been a while since he's cum. I open my mouth and Shawn jabs it in, pinning me against the door. I start to gag. He keeps it in a little longer and starts fucking my face. 

I stick out my tongue as far as possible. 

I try to lick his balls. 

I gag more. 

It's becoming sloppy. 

Shawn's enjoying this and I hope Sir is too. He moves faster. He's close. I can feel the fullness in his balls. I grab his ass and feel him hold my head in place. His cock all the way down my throat. I look up and see him wincing. Is he about to cum? I'd been trying to get Shawn off for weeks, but his self control and dedication to our Master was ironclad. Had I finally done it? 

Then I felt a warmness in my chest. Holy shit, I can't even taste it. He's pissing directly into my stomach. And he's hard? How did Sir train him to do that? Then my shock turns to dread. 

What if I gag? What if I spill some on the floor? What if I fail again. I feel Shawn's hand pet my head, he mouths, "You got this". He doesn't want me to fail our Master either. That's encouraging. Or maybe he just doesn't want to deal with cleaning up the mess. Either way, this is what Sir wanted. I don't want to disappoint. I've been practicing drinking piss to get a taste for it, but I always gag when I'm drinking from the tap because of the bitterness. Thankfully Shawn bypassed my taste buds.

The stream finally ends, Shawn lets off, I collapse on the floor and I start coughing. Thankfully nothing comes out. Zero drops spilled! And then I see Sir's feet.

Somehow Shawn is already kissing one of his toes. I follow his example and we both spend a minute making love to his digits.

"Good job Shawn. Practicing pissing while hard paid off." Sir remarked. I could feel how proud he was of his collared boy. I knew he was smiling without even looking up.

"And you're late." He chided me. My urine filled stomach dropped. Before I could start my apology.

"You're not here to make me wait. Do you know you know why you're here?" We'd both heard this question a hundred times and we'd hear it a thousand more.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir." Shawn and I both barked in unison.

We lifted our heads and before I knew what was happening, Sir slaps Shawn. And silently walks away. 

It can see a tear falling from Shawn's eye. We knew it was coming. He's my older slave brother, my failures lead to his punishment. I did this.

Before I can apologize again Shawn quietly remarks, "Get started on dinner."

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I get naked, put on an apron and start cooking. I'm not a great chef, but I've started to learn to serve Sir. A slave who can't cook isn't a very good slave. I was behind but catching up with some hustle. Thankfully the oven was already preheated, probably Shawn watching out for me. Or for himself. I want to reach his level of commitment to Sir, but I keep finding myself lacking. I toss some pork chops in the oven. As I'm preparing vegetables for a boil I hear a yelp.

I can see Shawn groaning as Sir squeezes his balls. Shawn needed to get soft to fit back in his cock cage. Shawn's cage is a lot smaller than mine. Not because he has a small dick, but because he's been trained to size down. His cage is about 2 inches long and almost completely hides his dick. I see our Master pass a small lock through the cage, into the hole in Shawn's dick where a prince albert used to live, and out the other end. Sir learned how to do piercings a couple years ago for the express purpose of piercing Shawn. He wanted to be one who gave him a brand new hole.

I was running behind again. I'm getting distracted. I start the mashed potatoes. Shawn had already peeled them. I can't believe how late I was. I want to take Sir's collar, but I need to be more reliable. Before I can finish seasoning, I hear some extremely lewd noises from the living room.

Shawn is doing squats on a gigantic butt plug. His balls are flopping up and down. Sir is smiling in approval.  It's so wide at the base, I can't believe Shawn can take it. But he's committed. He's trained for this. Sir cheers him on, "Faster boy." And Shawn picks up the pace. He starts moaning or groaning, it's hard to tell. He's so deeply committed to giving Sir what he wants. He has literally molded his body to meet Sir's desires.

The cooking oven timer goes off. I hear Sir tell Shawn, "Keep that inside" and Sir, Shawn and the massive plug in Shawn's ass make their way to the table. Sir sits at the head and I hand him a plate. I take off my apron and stand naked next to Shawn. When we perform well, we sit with him at the table, when we don't...

"Neither of you are eating tonight. Shawn you can lick my toes. Mark, you may watch." Sir commanded.

I listened to Sir dine on his dinner and Shawn lick at his feet. I'm not mad at Sir, I'm frustrated with myself. And now Shawn's going hungry too.

I see Sir rise, walk the trash can, and throw out the remainder of the food. Well, I guess I need to keep practicing my cooking. Sir motions towards Shawn to move to the bedroom. Intentionally or not, I start batting puppy dog eyes for an invitation. Sir waves me on and I follow. 

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Sir pushes Shawn on the bed, turns him around and grabs him by his spiky black hair. I watch waiting for an invitation. But I know Sir wants me to just watch.

Sir slaps Shawn's ass, Shawn bends himself into the position. Ass tilted up to meet his Master's groin. Sir slides the plug out of Shawn and it makes the most obscene noise. Shawn gasps but Sir pushes his face into the pillow. 

Sir mounts Shawn and begins pounding. 

It's loud. 

Shawn is moaning and bucking back into Sir's crotch.

This is primal fucking. 

It's not about love making, it's about power. Shawn's ass is so clearly made to take this over and over again. And he loves every second of it.

I'm straining against my cage and my dick drools precum as I wait my turn. Sir flips Shawn over and they stare into each other's eyes. Sir owns every fiber of Shawn and they both know it. Shawn's entire being is wrapped in this moment of pleasing Sir. At this moment, Shawn is only a sex toy for Sir's cock.

Sir clutches Shawn's neck and begins to cum. Shawn doesn't resist, as he's both choked and bred simultaneously. Nothing else exists in the universe but these two. I'm honored they let me watch and hoping one day I get to feel that euphoria and dedication.

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Shawn collapsed after putting his entire being into massaging a load out of Sir's cock. Sir pulled out of his exhausted slave, looked at me and pointed to his semi-hard dick. I lunged at it and sucked, licked and choked on his member without abandon. I was tasting lube, a bit of cum, and some of Shawn's ass, but I didn't care. I was finally getting the chance to serve Sir.

As I cleaned his dick I started to look up at Sir. He was motioning at Shawn. Sir noticed I was getting distracted from the task at hand, grabbed my hair and started face fucking me. I knew the only thing that mattered in that moment was his cock. I stopped thinking about anything else. I was so dedicated to working a load of Sir, I was forgetting to breathe. Tears started welling up in my eyes and throat slime covered his dick as he drilled my face.

I started feeling something snaking at my backdoor. It felt like a dildo but it kept going and going. I felt so full, I felt like it’d never end. When it eventually stopped, I felt two checks meet mine. Shawn and I were connected by a double-sided dildo. He started fucking me with his ass. Clapping them together. I joined in unison.

Sir pulled out of my mouth and moved to the other side of the bed. He started face fucking Shawn with aggression. He was moaning and purring with each thrust. Shawn wanted his cock more than life itself. Shawn started gagging and Sir held his head in place. I could tell Shawn was barely keeping it together but he didn't push away from Sir or give him any voluntary resistance. I watched as Sir deposited another load into Shawn. 

2 - 0 Shawn. I need to step up my game.

When Sir finally pulled out of his cum dump, Shawn was gasping for air. He coughed twice, and under all the drool, tears and cum he croaked hoarsely, "Thank you, Sir." 

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There's a moment where we all caught our breath. Then before Shawn or I had completely recovered, Sir instructed me to get the restraints. I pulled myself off the dildo, disconnecting myself from Shawn and picked up 4 leather cuffs. Sir instructed me to put them on Shawn and I did. Then Sir stood Shawn up, instructed his slave to stretch his arms out and Sir connected Shawn's wrist cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. Sir then spread Shawn's legs and ran some rope through the ankle cuffs and tied them to the bed frame.

With Shawn restrained, Sir grabbed a whip that was hanging on the wall. I was expecting to see him strike. But he offered the whip to me. Sir told me, "Punish him for your mistakes." 

I froze. I had never whipped anyone before. I didn't even know how. I had been whipped, lightly. But I didn't know how to do it correctly. I felt terrible that Shawn is still getting punished for my fuck up. My brain continued to race, but then I heard Shawn scream. 

Sir had started to whip him. "Fine, I'll punish him for your hesitation and your tardiness and your mediocre cooking," Sir yelled. 

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Shawn was howling. I was watching, with guilt, shame, and erotic excitement. Shawn was in pain, but he knew he was meant to take this. Even if we both performed perfectly, Shawn was going to get whipped tonight, because Sir wanted it. He had accepted the inevitability of it. However, it didn't make taking that whip any easier.

A couple minutes later, Sir and Shawn were both dripping with sweat. Sir had broken the skin in a couple places and I could see Shawn whimpering. He took more than I ever had. Sir undid Shawn's restraints and removed his slave's cock cage. Sir then looked at me and whispered with a calmness that terrified me, "If you can get him to cum, we can all call it a night. Otherwise, Shawn will whip you twice as hard."

All the color drained from my face. I didn't hesitate, I got on my knees and started making love to Shawn's cock. I sucked harder than I have ever in my life. I tried everything from licking his balls, fingering his ass, and playing with his nipples. I don't think he was anywhere near cumming. I was about to mount him with my ass, and I heard, "Times Up."

Dejected, I started putting the restraints that had bound Shawn on myself. I stood up and stretched out my arms where Shawn had minutes ago. The floor was slick with Shawn's sweat. Sir hooked me in as he did Shawn. I stopped myself from begging for mercy. I know I want to be here. I want to wear a collar like Shawn. I want to serve Sir and take everything Shawn can. I want Sir to be proud of me. I want Shawn to think I'm worthy of it. I want to be wanted.

Shawn moves behind me, whip in hand, and I offer my naked back to him. Sir moves in front of me and starts caressing my nipples. 

"Ready boy?" He asked softly. There was a hint there to confirm he was worried. To show concern. If I said no, or if I said yes and he didn't believe it, I know he'd stop it. But I looked him directly in the eyes and said "Yes, Sir."

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Ending A: Mercy

Shawn tossed the whip on the bed and hugged me from behind. Sir smiled and teased my nipples some more.

"You were right, he didn't pussy out of it." Sir remarked, joking at Shawn.

"Yes, Sir. I knew you wouldn't choose someone who would give up so easily." Shawn shot back.

"Sir, am I not about to get the worst beating of my life?" I asked gingerly.

"Well, not today at least. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. About focus." He responded.

I relaxed and started to enjoy his fingers tweaking and playing with my tits. 

"Focus on the moment. On what I say. On what I want. At that moment. Don't predict me or worry about what happened in the past. The most important thing in your world is what I want right now." He said sternly. 

His sermon had reached me. I disrespected his desires by thinking about anything other than his desires. I wasn't truly submitting because I wasn't focused on submitting. 

"Thank you, Sir. I understand." I smiled. 

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Ending B: Whip him!

The whip crashed down on my back. I know I screamed but I couldn't hear it. Before I could recover, the second swing landed. I hissed. I squeezed my eyes closed. Another. I howled and tried to shift my body, but I couldn't get away. I felt a hand grab my face.

"Don't take your eyes off me." Sir commanded.

I opened my eyes as another swing found its mark. I looked at Sir. He was stone faced. He wants to watch every moment of my agony. He wanted to absorb it. 

Another swing and I hopped off the ground but didn't avert my gaze. He started smiling and said, "Open." A gag slipped in my mouth, I don't know when he picked it up. 

Shawn swung at my ass. A tear fell down my face. Sir's hands went back to my nipples. 

Another swing. I started sobbing. 

Another. Sweat was dripping off my nose. 

Shawn pelted my upper back, Sir purred. 

Another. I coughed, my throat was hurting from yelling through the gag. Sir tugged at my nipples gingerly. It felt good. 

Another. The feeling of Sir's hands on my nipples were muted by the crack of the whip to my ass. Shawn was making sure I felt his fury. 

"Why are you here?" Sir asked. 

I mumbled through the gag and Shawn shouted our creed without stopping his onslaught.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir."

"OH, I didn't hear him. Shawn, give him more encouragement!" Sir mocked. 

Somehow Shawn picked up the pace. I mumbled louder but not clearer through the gag.

"I can't understand you boy!" Sir yelled, encouraging Shawn to go even harder.

Shawn's swings were coming so fast I was losing the ability to tell them apart. I yelled out the creed through the gag. Sir laughed. Shawn continued his relentless whipping.

"Oh, you've got something in your mouth, boy." He joked as he removed the gag. Shawn kept up his barrage. Sir's hands returned to my nipples, tugging and pinching harder now. My face was covered with tears and snot.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir." I yelled alone.

Sir tugged at roughly at my nipples.

"And don't you forget it, boy." He growled.

I wasn't holding myself up anymore. 

I was just hanging there. 

No attempt to shift away, my body had realized it was useless. 

Shawn had slowed down. I think he was tired. 

My gaze hadn't left Sir. He leaned in to kiss me, hands still fixated on torturing my now raw nipples. His kiss was aggressive. Neither of us closed our eyes. He explored my mouth with dominance and I let him dominate. I didn't have any resistance left.

Sir pulled away from the kiss. He motioned for Shawn to stop. My back was burning. Sir gave me a soft slap to the face and turned to walk away. He sat and relaxed in a chair across from us two sweaty and exhausted slaves.

"Now fuck him," Sir commanded.

Shawn grabbed my hips and impaled me on his rod. I gasped. My ass cheeks stung as his groin slapped against me. He didn't give me time to get used to it. Sir, smiled and watched.

Shawn was a skilled top. He made sure to plow every inch of my ass. His thrusts were surgical. He'd been trained to do this. He wasn't fucking for my pleasure but for Sir. My prostate felt his cock with each invasion. My cock started to leak through the cage.

In spite of all the pain. I felt good. I had taken the beating. 

I felt proud. 

Shawn pulled at my hair, continuing the fuck that Sir had commanded. I started to wish it was Sir taking my ass. But I pushed that thought aside. Shawn fucking me is what Sir wanted. I was filling my purpose. And right now, it was being Shawn's fuck toy and Sir's entertainment.

"Shawn, you can cum now." Sir said casually.

Not even three thrusts later, Shawn convulsed. He impaled his dick further than before and hugged me from behind. I felt his load fill me, it was massive. I have no idea how long it had been since he last came. He had so much self control. His cock and his orgasms were trained to please Sir. I felt glad I could help him get off. No, I was glad Sir let me.

Shawn pulled out and Sir rose. I heard Shawn's cum drip on the floor. I felt so used, but not ashamed. I felt Sir had used my body for his purpose. Pride welled in me. Then he said two words that sealed the deal. The only words I wanted to hear.

"Good boy."

Next time: Shawn, the disappointment?

By Snagglebuss

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[worldsmessiestwriter]

When you know, you know.

tw - none just pure fluff

word count - 1,415

Peter Parker x Reader

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It happened on a Thursday.

Peter Parker wasn’t expecting his life to change that day. He’d spent the afternoon helping May rearrange furniture in her apartment, then swung by the library to grab some books for a physics project. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But as he rounded the corner outside the coffee shop near Midtown High, he saw her.

She was sitting at one of the outdoor tables, a notebook open in front of her, her pen tapping absently against her lip as she stared off into the distance. The late afternoon sun caught in her hair, turning it to gold, and for a moment, Peter forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t know her, but something in his chest tightened, a pull so strong it stopped him in his tracks.

That’s her, a quiet voice in his mind whispered. That’s the one.

Peter spent the next week thinking about her. He didn’t even know her name, but she was burned into his mind like a photograph. Every time he walked past that coffee shop, he looked for her.

And then, on Monday, there she was again.

He almost walked past her, afraid of doing something stupid. But something about her—her calm focus, the way her head tilted slightly as she read—drew him closer. Before he realized it, he was standing next to her table.

“Uh, hi,” he said awkwardly, his palms sweating. “Is this seat taken?”

She looked up, startled. Her eyes met his, and Peter felt like the ground had shifted beneath him.

“No,” she said after a moment, her voice soft. “Go ahead.”

They talked for hours.

Her name was Y/N L/N, and she was working on a paper for her literature class. She liked poetry, old movies, and walking in the rain. She had a sharp sense of humor and a way of tilting her head when she was curious that made Peter’s heart race.

“You’re really into this superhero stuff, huh?” she teased, gesturing to the Spider-Man keychain on his backpack.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. He’s… kind of a role model, you know?”

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “I think Spider-Man’s great, but I bet the person behind the mask is even better.”

Peter blinked, caught off guard. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips. “Just a feeling.”

That night, Peter lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He’d always been skeptical of things like fate or destiny, but meeting Y/N felt… different. Like the universe had nudged him in her direction and said, Pay attention. This is important.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the things she loved, the way she’d said goodbye with a soft smile and a promise to see him again soon.

For the first time in a long time, Peter felt like maybe he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone.

They kept meeting at the coffee shop, and each time, Peter fell a little harder. He told her about his love for science, his dreams of making a difference. She told him about her favorite books, her plans to travel someday.

With her, Peter felt like he could be himself—not just Spider-Man, not just the nerdy kid from Queens, but all of him.

One evening, as they walked through the park, Peter found himself blurting out the thought that had been circling his mind for weeks.

“I think I was meant to meet you,” he said, his voice quiet but certain.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes wide. “What?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” he continued, his cheeks flushing. “But from the moment I saw you, I just… I knew. Like you were supposed to be in my life.”

She stared at him for a moment, then smiled—a smile so warm it made his chest ache.

“Maybe I was,” she said softly.

Peter took her hand, his fingers lacing with hers, and for the first time, he felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Because with her, it was.

Peter didn’t usually believe in fairy tales. Life as Spider-Man had taught him that happy endings were rare, and nothing ever came easy. But as he walked through the park with Y/N’s hand in his, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d stumbled into one.

The two of them stopped by the fountain, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting in the water. Peter glanced at her, watching the way the breeze played with her hair and the way her lips curved into a small smile.

“You’re staring,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Peter flushed and looked away, a shy grin tugging at his lips. “Sorry. It’s just… I don’t know. You’re kind of hard not to look at.”

Y/N laughed, and Peter thought it might be his new favorite sound.

The days turned into weeks, and Peter and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm. He found himself rushing through patrol just so he could see her, and she started bringing an extra coffee to their meetings, claiming she’d “accidentally” ordered two.

For the first time, Peter felt like he had something just for himself—something not tied to the weight of the world or his responsibilities as Spider-Man. Y/N didn’t know his secret yet, but she seemed to sense the heaviness in him anyway.

One day, as they sat on the grass in Central Park, she turned to him and asked, “What’s on your mind, Peter?”

He hesitated, staring down at the blades of grass between his fingers. “It’s… complicated.”

Y/N shifted closer, her hand resting lightly on his. “I like complicated.”

Peter glanced at her, searching her face for any sign that she might back away. But all he saw was patience and understanding, and it gave him the courage to say the words he’d been holding back.

That night, on the rooftop of her apartment building, Peter told her everything.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He braced himself for her reaction—fear, disbelief, maybe even anger.

But Y/N didn’t flinch. She didn’t run. Instead, she reached out and touched his hand, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected.

“I figured,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Peter blinked. “You… figured?”

“Come on, Peter,” she teased gently. “You disappear all the time, you’re weirdly good at dodging things, and you have a Spider-Man keychain on your backpack.”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, relief flooding through him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you’d tell me when you were ready,” she said, her eyes warm.

Peter stared at her, overwhelmed by the weight of her trust. “You’re… okay with this? With me?”

“Of course I am,” she said simply. “I liked you before I knew you were Spider-Man. And now? I like you even more.”

For the first time in a long time, Peter felt like he could breathe.

From that moment on, things changed. Y/N became his confidant, his anchor, the person he turned to when the world felt too heavy. She patched him up after fights, helped him brainstorm solutions to problems, and even gave him a hard time when he pushed himself too far.

“You’re not invincible, Parker,” she scolded one night, dabbing antiseptic on a cut on his cheek.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he said with a grin, wincing as the antiseptic stung.

“Exactly,” she shot back. “Not Iron Man.”

Peter chuckled, leaning into her touch. “Yes, ma’am.”

One evening, as they sat on her fire escape watching the city lights, Y/N turned to him, her expression serious.

“Do you ever wish things were… different?” she asked.

Peter thought about it for a moment, his gaze fixed on the skyline. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But if things were different, I might not have met you.”

She smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You’re such a sap, Parker.”

“Only for you,” he said softly, his hand finding hers.

And in that moment, as the city hummed around them and the stars blinked faintly above, Peter knew one thing for certain:

He might not have chosen this life, but he’d choose Y/N a thousand times over.

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[maxwell-grant]

(SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS TIMES TWO)

I looked through camrips and tried putting together as many tidbits of dialogue as I could from that split-second comic cover interlude, since those tend to foreshadow the dialogue of the scenes in question. There’s some others I can’t make out due to image quality and we’ll have to wait for the streaming release to see more, but in the meanwhile I was able to make out these speech bubbles. I’m using “-” to fill in missing parts:

“Uncle Aaron!”

“-how much you need what I got and, trust me, that'll be the beginning of a whole new family business. Kid, your dad should be proud of you no matter what. Not making you scared to come out from behind that mask.”

“Yeah, that whole “Not-” thing

“Uncle Aaron, you can say whatever. But I can't let you kill this guy. I just can't.”. “Yeah, I-”

“You and I are going to take care of a bad guy. A real bad guy”. ”Who?”

(I’m assuming the named villain is Scorpion since the name starts with S-c-o and there’s a P, and also with the following line)

(images compiled by @tokyofro​)

“Did you look up the Scorpion on the web?” “Yes Uncle Aaron, I did”. “Then you know I wasn’t lying, he’s a dangerous cat”.  “What does this have to do with-”. “You wanna be a superhero, now’s your chance”

“You ran away? YOU RAN AWAY?! Is that the kind of man you are?

MILES: “You really don’t care who you hurt? What did the world do to you to make you think it’s okay for you to be this way? 

So my theory, going off by these and particularly the “What did the world do to you?” line from Miles and (presumably) Prowler!Miles telling him that they’re going to go after “a real bad guy”, is that Prowler!Miles is going to be exploring the idea of Miles Morales turned villain protagonist/anti-hero. It seems to be picking and uniting separate strands like Prowler’s original role as a darker counterpart to Spider-Man / a gadget-wielding morally compromised crimefighter who eventually turns face / Spider-Man-as-Batman, Earth-616 Miles being a villain, and Miles’s contentious relationship with his original setting and current status as an Ultimate Marvel refugee who quite literally jumped ship from the darker and all-around shittier home universe he was meant to be in, among others, to consolidate them into Miles’ confrontation with himself.

The first Spiderverse shows a lot how strongly Miles listens to and respects and values the input from his uncle (and vice versa, only Miles is able to bring Aaron out of the Prowler mask, even when Aaron knows he’s going to die the second he hesitates and uses that second to shield Miles’ identity), and he’s looking for guidance, someone to model himself after, because he’s a very intelligent kid trying to live up to the potential everyone keeps telling him he has, trying to live up to what his parents worked so hard to give him. He finds role models in Spider-Man and an entire group of Spider-People there to lead by example and catch him when he falls, and with his uncle giving his life away to not only save him, but urge him to stay on the right path. It wasn’t just meeting Peter Parker at the collider that saved Miles, it was rising up to the challenge in Spiderverse 1 and Uncle Aaron using his last breath to shut the door on Miles making the mistakes he did, and so Miles makes himself into the Spider-Man his world needs, filling in a spot needed upon left vacant.

Whether Earth-42 was supposed to have a proper Peter Parker Spider-Man and that never came to pass, or it was supposed to have it’s own Miles Morales get bitten and become Spider-Man like the Spot flashback indicates, Earth-42 Miles is what happens when none of that comes to pass. No Spider-Man protecting the world, no spider bite and sacrifice to pass along the mantle, no pressure and assistance from Aunt May and the others who’ve been there and can help him if he can help himself first, no Spider-Man mentors to show him the ropes, Jefferson dead and his mom having to struggle with Aaron’s help to get by, supervillain cartels burning the streets down, and the only person who can remotely help is his uncle, who will never get the heroic sacrifice or wake-up call to change his ways or inspire his nephew to strive for something better. Because there isn’t anything better, and if there is, it isn’t here, someone took it away. After all, Miles and Aaron don’t show any surprise upon hearing about all that different dimension spider-power talk, and whether they know or even blame Miles for taking the opportunity that was theirs, they’ll hardly be that thrilled to meet someone who clearly had better opportunities than they did, if he can talk about them being good guys with choices to be better.

It’s possible that Prowler! Miles isn’t even that much of a villain, or even as much of a mercenary as Uncle Aaron was as the Prowler. It’s possible, and far more tragic if so, if becoming the Prowler was simply as good as it got for this earth’s Miles. If it was the only way they could survive in a Sinister Six-run city and make ends meet and provide Rio with enough to get by, if it was all they could strive for in a world where there is nothing and no one to show a better way, or even if this is the only way Miles can help anyone and make amends for the sacrifice of his father, as most Spider-Men do upon losing their loved ones. Whether this Miles has never had any positive examples to follow, or worse, he once did and this is the best he can do in living up to them. Because on Spidey’s shadow, lives The Prowler, Spider-Man when forced to play by Batman rules.

No web swinging and super speed, so the motorbike will have to do. No healing powers or toughness, the body armor can only take so much. Incapacitating-yet-non-lethal thunderstrikes at your fingertips and invisibility are not an option (although MAN wouldn’t those be convenient for a caped burglar, huh), so you settle for high-tech murder claws and hope those and the camouflage do the trick in protecting you for another day. No guiding superheroes with your best interests in mind, only super-criminals and the only one of those you lucked into being on your family’s side. Your survival dangling on a knife’s edge, so if you don’t take that knife and use it, the next guy to take it won’t be so kind. Traits that are no stranger to Spider-Man stories or related characters, whether they predate him or follow in his example.

(Left-to-right: The Spider by Dan Schkade, Taylor Hebert (Worm) fan-art by tactilescream)

Or, what happens when your bug-themed crimefighter, with lots of personal baggage and trauma and flaws to contend with from the get-go, is thrust headfirst into surviving and defeating an endlessly escalating superpower-backed war on crime against which they are hopelessly outmatched, with no Spider-Safety Net status quo and super powers to catch them, as they fall and keep falling and keep weaving bigger handbaskets to catch larger handfuls of hell inside, because that’s what it means to be “the only thing standing between this city and oblivion” when you can’t juggle cars but everyone around you can, and they are more than willing to toss them at you and your mother and uncle whether you can fight back or not, so you might as well be able to, right?

And so we get the battle between Miles Morales of Earth-1610, who’s spent two movies proving himself to be not just as good a Spider-Man as any other, but The Most Spider-Man, the Spider-Man who’s the ultimate underdog and pariah as well as the ultimate fighter and scrapper, who beats hundreds of others to try and upend their ultimate fate. Versus the Miles Morales of Earth-42, his shadow come to roost, the one who could be anything except be Spider-Man, and so he can settle for being Not-Spider-Man until he can catch the real deal, and then they’ll have much to do together.

[irondadfics]

Hello,

I have been thinking about this fic for a while, i dont know if it was deleted or not but it was based on off the show Shameless. It was where MCU!Peter/OOC!!Peter was in a foster home with a bunch of siblings and because he and an older sister are the oldest, they become like parents to the younger siblings cause their dad wasn’t in the picture and their mom was in a mental hospital or dead due to being severely bipolar! Peter end up inherited it and all the siblings are all concerned when he has episodes! He still goes to the Tower and hang out with Tony and the Avengers . He’s acts all weird and is concerning Tony. Tony goes to where Peter live to check on him and something happens that I can’t remember. Sorry if this isn’t more specific or is confusing! Im still amazed at how you guys managed to find these fic! Always appreciated!!

Thank you again!! Have a great day!!

Could this be the one?

i’ve been holding back tears (while you’re throwing back beers) by im_your_mom_now

After the deaths of his parents, Peter Parker—along with his two other siblings—were put under the care of his alcoholic aunt. Twelve years later, Peter is juggling life as a sixteen-year-old caretaker of his four cousins, a prodigious student, and a Pizza King employee. Oh yeah, and he’s Spider-Man. As things start to unfurl, Tony Stark—Peter’s mentor—starts to suspect some issues at home. Peter can’t let his role model know anything or else he risks losing their budding relationship or, more importantly, his family. ____   TLDR: Aunt May sucks, Peter has to pick up the slack because she’s not only his guardian, but the guardian of his two other siblings & her own four kids. Peter is trying his best. Tony wants to help.

[watsonjackpot]

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[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: “just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?” — Mary Jane to Peter ✨

Watching the coffin disappear into the hole in the ground, it was like losing him a second time. Witnessing Aunt May break down in a flood of tears for her late husband, her entire world falling apart right in front of Peter.. he felt his soul practically crush into nothing. It was all his fault— hindsight in full force and bringing to light just exactly how the butterfly effect really worked and the repercussions that came with it. Replaying the moment back in his head, Peter would have grabbed the thief by the hood and yanked him back before he could make it onto the busy streets of New York. He would have disarmed him, perhaps dislocating his wrist so badly that he could never wave another gun around ever again.

But that wasn’t how things had played out.

Instead he’d let his pride get in the way, too stubborn to even attempt to push it aside after being denied the money he’d rightfully won after a successful cage fight. Money of all things.. petty cash that had resulted in the murder of his uncle. Oh how he’d give all of the money in the world just to see him again. To reach out and wrap his arms around him for one last hug.. and tell him that he regretted throwing some much needed advice back in his face without so much as an apology only hours before his death. There was no do-over. No rewind button or second chance in this world. Ben was gone just like that, the one man in his life who’d been a role model to him.. a father figure.. everything Peter aspired to be.

How could he ever forgive himself for this..?

With the funeral over and done with, he felt.. numb. Sitting at home in the dimly lit kitchen, fingers tracing over the photo of Ben adorned on the funeral service card, his vision was quick to blur with red hot tears.

Ben’s murderer was still out there, running free without a care in the world. Where was the justice in that? Peter wanted to kill him. Blind hatred boiling his blood and distorting his mind until his body trembled, morals didn’t matter in the moment. Killing was bad.. so what? If the world was allowed to take away a kind soul like Ben Parker? Why not take away the trash that had murdered him in cold blood too? It was those questions that had Peter springing to his feet, fists clenched and expression hardened as he stalked toward the front door. He’d be back before May woke up from her nap. Back with some good news, he hoped.

The police weren’t going to do anything fast.. it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Grabbing the handle and almost ripping the nails holding it in place clean off, Peter tugged open the door and was about to step outside.. only to pause the second aqua blues and fiery locks caught his attention. MJ. No doubt here to check up on him and May like the doting neighbour she was. But Peter didn’t need comfort right now. He needed justice. “May’s inside. I-I gotta go. I’m sorry.” The only hasty explanation offered before he carefully pushed his way past her to get to the gate.. only to stop in his tracks once more upon hearing her call out to him, ‘just slow down for a minute. What’s going on?’ enough to have red and puffy eyes squeezing tightly shut.

“..I need to find him. I need to look him in the eyes and ask him why he did it. I can’t just sit around and do nothing about it.” Reaching for the gate to steady himself, Peter exhaled a jittery breath in an attempt to combat the quiver of his tone— a futile effort, evident when he spoke again. “Why did it have to be him, MJ? It was my fault, I.. I should be the one in the ground.” Just like that, the floodgates had opened once more and before Peter knew it? Fits of sobs heaved from the depths of his chest, cheeks slick with fresh droplets of tears.

[indominusavenger]

I'm gonna come out and say it; No Way Home sucked. Sure, it had some good moments but in my opinion, it does not live up to the first two instalments of the trilogy. I liked the first part of the movie but as soon as I knew where the second part was going, I fell off that train pretty quickly.

Not only did it make MCU Spidey end up with the same tale as his two predecessors but it also undoes Peter's entire establishment in Marvel's overall franchise. What was the point of the last four movies putting him on the roster with Earth's MIGHTIEST Heroes if you were just going to take all that away and make it like he exists in a completely separate world from them? What was the point of the three cameos we had from RDJ, Samuel L. Jackson, and Benedict Cumberbatch in their iconic roles to show that interconnected universe as with every other MCU movie, only for that to be stripped away at the very last second? Might as well have been another one of Sony's solo ventures at making a series after TASM but it's not and that's why I HATE the uncertainty of Peter Parker's future in the MCU. However, given the current failing reality of the MCU with every new movie that comes out, I can already confirm it's nothing good. In fact, it probably would be best if progress stops altogether before Marvel really is stuck in the dust and just a part of a magnificent past with no legacy to carry on. (This is a side note but that is still a big issue for me anyways that I may expand upon later in another post. In the meantime, go watch all the video essays on YouTube, I'm sure you'll find many good ones.)

He had a unique story that fit into the overarching plot of the MCU and the premise he had was different from the previous Spideys which is what was so interesting about his character development. This Peter Parker had friends that weren't introduced before, or at least, they were more developed than in other series; he had a superhero as a mentor, not a scientist turned villain due to unfortunate circumstances; he had a guy in the chair who wasn't after him or turned villain because his father was one, he had two crushes that were friends, he was part of clubs and acted more teenage-like than the last two. He interacts with other heroes, joins the Avengers, fights THE villain, perishes, comes back, loses his mentor, and is still expected to keep on going.

For crying out loud, he was asked if he was going to be the next Iron Man but he knew he wasn't which is what Far From Home set out to show us. And to all those who called him Iron Man Jr. in Homecoming, I hope you know that you make no sense and I think Marvel did a wonderful job making him stand apart. He was a kid admiring one of his role models and now that he actually had a connection to him, of course he was going to want to be like his mentor but even Tony recognized that he wanted him to be more, not like him. This shows Iron Man himself had great respect for the young hero.

Now, moving onto No Way Home, two main things that annoy the heck out of me; Peter being forgotten (obviously) and Aunt May dying. I'll start with Aunt May's death. To be honest, it was a completely unnecessary death and it actually doesn't make sense for the purpose it had in the movie. The punchline "With great power comes great responsibility." loses its premise as soon as you recall Civil War's intro to Peter in the first place. Uncle Ben had already died, Peter was Spider-Man at this point, and remember what Peter told Tony when they met, why the older hero related to him so much? "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you." So he already learned that lesson on responsibility and by the time we get to No Way Home, this kid had learned lessons also involving the universe at large. Why are we rehashing Uncle Ben's offscreen death with Aunt May if Marvel literally stated that was overdone? Make that make sense. But oh, it was to make something big and dramatic happen in the movie because we needed to mOve aLoNg. Peter lost his parents, his uncle, and mentor; can you come up with something new other than parental figure losses? Why do TASM Peter and OG Peter still have their Aunt Mays and even if it was just a deleted scene, technically TASM Peter's dad? Huh, then what do you say there? Why did MCU Peter Parker have to lose ALL his parental figures?

Finally, the thing that probably broke most of us; Peter being wiped from everyone's memory. As I stated earlier, his entire existence within the MCU just vanishes, like that, in seconds. So......... what was the point of his existence up till now in the MCU? What was the point of his specific development and growth if he was just going to get forgotten? Why was he meticulously introduced at the height of the Avengers' conflict and then constantly involved with some other MCU hero/important character if he was going to be removed from that? If the Avengers were never a big deal, why make him a part of that at all and why were we still bringing them up at the climax of the film? For those who bring up the argument that he's supposed to be a solitary hero, well that was the worst way to have introduced him then, right? But Marvel chose that route, not any other. Which is why that decision still makes no sense to me. You put him in a world where he wasn't the only superhero and he was going to interact with other heroes which none of the other Spider-Men had and that already put him in a unique position. Why give him a background that was going to get swiped?

Imagine that, making five blockbuster films that gave him a firm standing in the MCU at the peak of Phase 3 and then in his sixth film, his last standalone which is supposed to be his most shining moment, he gets the rug pulled out from underneath him to give him a blank slate? You might as well have thrown every script out from 2015 to 2019 including him before they were ever written or considered. It's the equivalent of undoing everything you just worked on in a school project that's worth 40% of your final grade. Think about that for a second. Marvel just undid 6 years of work and investment in a single character for them to go back to the beginning. Why didn't you just do that then from the start? You could have had more classic Spidey a long time ago by that train of thought (which I really didn't want because we already saw that twice and this Spidey was something fresh).

Anyways, thanks for reading. This is 2 years worth of disappointment and frustration put on the page.

[paragonrobits]

some fun facts about Spider-Man 2099:

He’s probably older as a character than you might think; he was first published in August 1992, and was created by Peter David (who is likely most well known among Marvel fans for, alongside Greg Pak, being the biggest contributor to some of the Hulk’s best stories)

He’s not a standalone character. Miguel O’hara is part of the Marvel 2099 sub-continuity, which can be best described as a cyberpunk dystopia spinning off after a bad future for the rest of the Marvel universe as a whole. It is very much in the model of a standard cyberpunk setting with corporations running the world into the ground and oppressing people in the name of profit. In this era, there have been no superheroes and most of them are remembered only as vague stories that people desperately want to believe in, or iconic folklore that people really behind.

In this regard, it may also be possible to view O’hara as a contrast to Spider-Punk, who also comes from a dystopia oppressed by corporations, though they ultimately have broadly opposite reactions to it.

Miguel is notable for having a great deal of differences from the ‘average’ Spider-Man incarnation, with a great deal of purely physical alterations that are otherwise not very typical in spider powers.

His best friend is an AI, whom was seen glimpsed at the end of Into The Spiderverse

He arguably has a very important role in Spider-Man history; while Miles Morales has definitely eclipsed his fame and become a part of the main Marvel universe, Miguel was significantly more popular than the other 2099 stories and remained fairly well known across comics at the time, which also ties into his cameo in Into The Spiderverse; he arguably had the most amount of importance as a Spider-Man legacy character before Miles, and was the most prominent non-Parker incarnation, even moreso than Mayday Parker.

There was a short-lived animated series called Spider-Man Unlimited that I always interpreted as an attempt to adapt aspects of Miguel O’Hara, though the most it has in common is that the suit Spider-Man wears in it looks an awful lot like Miguel’s look; its otherwise not very much like 2099 at all, besides a cyberpunk angle, and features a displaced Peter Parker.

There is likely some interesting angles in comparing and contrasting the respective settings of Miles’ original world (the Ultimate universe) and Miguel’s. Miguel is, as noted, fundamentally a cyberpunk character, and was technically one of the more positive characters in it, a true hero in a world of bleak despair amid corporate control; while there were other heroes, there weren’t enough, and things were bad enough that Doctor Doom popping up to take over the world made him seem like an anti-hero at worst. In contrast, Miles was one of the few purely positive figures in the Ultimate setting, which in its attempts to imitate the likes of the Authority often depicted classic Marvel heroes in horrific ways; the Hulk was often implied to be a sexually violent cannibal, Wolverine tried to sleep with an underage girl, Carol Danvers gets downright enthusiastic at the prospect of torturing an alien who had been her friend.. even Miles’ dad was an anti-mutant bigot. Miles himself, though, was a whole and genuine hero (if a reluctant one) who was one of the few truly noble people in the setting, so there’s an element in their conflict here.

[adalineozie]

MJ is named Meera Jain in the 2004 Spider-Man: India comic, actually! While Gayatri clearly mirrors Gwen's role, she IS a model like Mary Jane, as we can see her on some billboards in Mumbattan.

While the movie does focus more on Gwen's father's death and its counterparts (Including, interestingly, Miles' father), even flashing back to Amazing Spider-Man when Captain Stacy died in front of Peter, Gwen's inevitable death in Spider-Man stories is touched on a bit, when she mentions outright and how it's mirrored by her surviving while her Peter dies. While Miles is still our main protagonist and a lot of the themes about averting fate revolve around him, we spend a LOT of time with Gwen in this movie, even starting it in her daily life instead of Miles, so I definitely think averting the classical tragedy of Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy is going to be important. Or, fuck, now that Gwen's dad isn't a police captain and Miles' dad is, Miles might just be the Gwen Stacy to Gwen's Peter Parker, as convoluted of a sentence as that is.

To anyone who hasn't watched Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse, SPOILERS!!!

You have a very good point, Gayatri is an original character for the movie and it seems confirmed she is the Gwen Stacy counterpart as Meera Jain is Earth-50101 Mary Jane counterpart in the comics. But Gayatri also seems to be playing as the role of MJ too. And as you said, since the movie is about Mile's averting the tragedies of Spider-Man, Gwen Stacy also plays a very big role is changing the tragic fate of Gwen Stacy being that her death is infamously a major Spider-Man tragedy.

And if so, Gayatri may possibly be saved from her tragic fate and I'm curious what her life will be like going forward with Pavitr.

Thinking about it Anon, it hurts my brain but you might have something going on there with Miles possibly being Gwen's Gwen Stacy (say that ten times fast). I think it's a stretch with them being from different universes but thinking about it, if the movie also hinted at Gwen suffering the same fate if she fell in love with Spider-Man (Miles) and the two times Miles saved Gwen from falling in both movies (falling at the collider fight and falling in Mumbattan), it might also be same the other way. As you said, now with Miles' dad becoming Captain and if Miles could save Inspector Singh, who's to say Gwen can't save Miles' dad now instead? Am I getting it?