#dean | milan (power)

[anonymousleekao3]

gay sex will not fix this situation. honestly, it'd probably make it worse. that being said i think we should give it a shot anyway

[passengerseatsam]

we don't talk enough about the absolute negligent omission that is sam not keeping a journal like john's.

I don't know whether to blame the bunker again (x) or to simply blame the rapid change in culture around technology in the late-aughts. sam is generally shown to be an early adopter of technology, which is fine and IC enough, blah blah blah. it's also boring as fuck. every time late seasons sam is like "I downloaded a database of the entire men of letters library onto my laptop" i want to fist fight robert singer myself. you're telling me that noted academic lawboy@stanford.edu has gone the last 15 years without keeping notes??? I simply do not believe you.

MY personal hc is that he starts keeping a journal between seasons 3-4, but I also think it'd make sense as early as season 2, when he resigns himself to a life as a hunter (also, when sam is the most pro-dad). it starts as him writing down everything he can remember from his psychic dreams, tracking when his powers arise and what they do. of course, he's also making notes about cases the way john did— crocatta in milan, OH, etc.

mystery spot notes go crazy. every morning he wakes up and writes down what killed dean the day before, and every morning he wakes up to a fresh page, the previous tuesday's notes gone.

when he starts working with ruby, he tracks his progress like a science experiment, because to him it is. he keeps track of how much blood he's drinking, and how his powers change. when dean comes back, he thinks about ripping those pages out, but he can't bring himself to do it. he fills pages with research about angels, makes a list of questions he wants to ask them... then crosses it out when he decides that dean's right, angels are dicks.

in season 5, he sketches out everything he can remember about heaven, in case he forgets it all again.

soulless doesn't write anything down. he doesn't see the point. it gets pretty messy in season 7; he switches to enochian mid-sentence sometimes without noticing, and unconsciously doodles chains and hellfire in the margins.

the discovery of the bunker should really only add to his enthusiasm for meticulous notekeeping. If you want to digitize it, fine, I guess. but I personally think that a rigorous college education plus almost a decade of hunting should have him pretty set in his ways with a pen and paper. also he's had at least 2 laptops smashed.

give him a notion account at the very least

[opera-ghosts]

Pasquale Amato is hardly forgotten by many opera afficionados (especially as he has many recordings)...but he certainly is more neglected these days.

Amato Pasquale, *21 March 1878 Naples, †12 August 1942 New York, Italian singer (baritone). In 1896–99, he studied at Conservatorio di S. Pietro a Maiella in Naples, and in 1900, he debuted there at Teatro Bellini in the role of Germont the father in Verdi’s Traviata. In 1904, he performed at London’s Covent Garden with the Neapolitan San Carlo Theatre and in Buenos Aires (in Verdi’s Rigoletto and Aida, Bizet’s Carmen, Puccini’s La Bohème and others). In 1907, he sang at La Scala in Milan in Wagner’s Tristan and Iseult and in 1908, he took part in the Italian premiere of Pelléas and Mélisande by Debussy (Golaud’s part) directed by A. Toscanini. In 1908–21, he was a lead singer of the New York Metropolitan Opera House, taking part in the world premieres of many operas: he performed as Jack Rance in The Girl of the West, Napoleon in Giordan’s Madame Sans-Gêne and as the main character in W. Damrosch’s Cyrano de Bergerac. He had a dramatic voice with a firm tone, combining a lively temperament and power of expression with a masterful vocal technique.  He retired from the stage due to poor health and returned to Italy; in 1933, he performed twice in New York on the occasion of the anniversary of the director of the Metropolitan Opera House, G. Gatti-Casazza (February 26) and the 25th anniversary of his debut on this stage (November 20). From 1935 until his death, he was dean of the vocal and opera department at the University of Louisiana. He has recorded several albums for Fonotipia and Victor.

[cowboyhorsegirl]

Love in Midair

stevetony, non-powered summer before college au, 1k

fill for the @stevetonygames bingo square "Seasons" and challenge "Resolutions" for Team Past :)

(read on ao3)

Summer days make for sun-soaked purgatory, hellish in all but name. The weather oppresses, enough that even Tony’s constantly racing mind relents to the sluggishness of the heat. The wait weighs heavy on his shoulders, heavier still with each second that acquiesces to the inevitability of fall. The empty house rings silence save for the incessant drip, drip, drip of his bathroom faucet from dawn to dusk, then from dusk to dawn, again, again, again. 

Sometimes, in an indulgent act of self-pity or perhaps just typical teenage boredom, Tony calls his mom’s name out just to hear the unanswered echo respond back to him, to break the monotony of a leaky pipe.

They had invited him—his father, and his mother by default—they had invited him to Europe this summer to attend the unending battery of business conferences that would be taking the Starks from Paris to Zurich, Zurich to Milan, Milan to Berlin, Berlin to Madrid, Madrid to London, and from London back to Paris. The networking opportunities alone would give him a leg up for school in the fall, for internships next summer, for job opportunities after graduation, for corporate mergers scheduled twenty years from now, or so his father had said. But hell has a name, and that name is printed on the seal at the top of a college admission letter, signed by both the university president and the dean of the school of business. Idleness burns him from the inside out, but still Tony would rather spend his final summer alone in an empty house with a leaky faucet than begin the lifelong descent through the circles even a second too soon.

Daytime holds his sweaty body and his exhausted mind prisoner to the heat, so Tony bides his time until night to work on his inventions. In the cool respite, he weaves together a mimicry of human learning from lines of computer code. A real companion made from artificial intelligence, yes, but more importantly a reminder that before he becomes anything else—business school graduate, Stark Industries’ future CEO, unhappy—he was an engineer, and the insistent itch of creation buzzed with potential underneath the palms of his hands, once.

The temperature climbs higher, the seconds tick by, and the house slowly fills with the robotic fruits of his nighttime labor.

The faucet drips on.

One morning, Tony finds himself blinking away the haze of a machining binge to see the first signs of dawn glowing outside his window. The illumination of heaven without the burn of hell, a delicate and transient occurrence at this time of year, during which Tony is usually asleep. He stands and follows a wordless summons to go to the window, to open the boundary between himself and the world.

A bird chirps. A breeze lifts. The smell of sweet summer blooms scents the fresh air. 

And down the street, a paperboy follows his route.

Tony watches him ride closer with eyes trained to inspect, dismantle, and reform component parts. The boy has blond hair. The boy seems to be about his age. The boy has a thin frame; the weight of the newspapers in his satchel upsets his balance on the bike, and he wobbles dangerously every time he throws a paper towards someone's front door before setting himself to rights again through what seems to be sheer force of will. 

He rides closer. Tony sees:

Worn canvas on the strap of his satchel. There are patches painstakingly sewn on in multiple places.

A missing tooth on the chain of his bike. Someone should fix that. Tony could fix that.

A crooked smile. A happy life.

Blue eyes.

Oh.

The boy looks back at him from where he’s stopped in the street, one foot on the ground, still smiling.

Tony can’t help it; he smiles back.

His mind begins racing, racing, racing. He wonders what it would be like to run downstairs, open the door, offer to fix this boy’s bike. 

Wonders what it would be like to ride home with him, wherever home is. Wonders at a day spent together, a night spent together, a morning brought to wakefulness by the presence of disheveled blond hair, a crooked smile, blue eyes.

He thinks of laughter, of pet names, of take-out dinner dates.

He imagines a modest one-bedroom too cozy to ever feel empty, with impeccable plumbing and a workshop in the garage. It’s no Ivy League, but there would be ivy creeping up the brick on the side of the house where they keep the garbage cans, triumphant in the face of all their half-hearted attempts at weeding, and wouldn’t that be so lovely in its own simple way?

He sees years worth of yet unlived memories and trembles with the bone-deep knowing: it would all be so terribly beautiful, this lifelong descent into love.

The boy lifts his arm and waves. 

Tony can’t help it; he waves back. He smiles harder.

But the moment breaks when the boy drops his hand and pushes his foot off the ground. Tony’s heart sinks as he bikes out of view. Suddenly, the heat is unbearable, the house insufferably empty amongst the clutter, every drip of water from the bathroom faucet intolerable. Daylight is here, and Tony is faintly dizzy with the need to seek solace away from his inescapable life for a few hours in the impermanent oblivion of sleep.

He sinks miserably onto the bed, drags a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to block out the sound of his life dripping down the drain one drop at a time, already halfway to unconsciousness.

Only for his eyes to fly open a mere moment after closing, a smile already curling on his lips. Downstairs, another knock sounds resolutely against the door.

[perfumetm]

[  SONG KANG,  THIRTY,  CIS MAN,  HE/HIM  ]  and  now  walking  on  the  red  carpet  is  DAEYONG  “DEAN”  KWON,  we’re  honored  to  be  in  the  presents  of  a  world  class  MODEL/FILM ACTOR.  they  say  that  they’re  the  embodiment  of  CARRY ON WAYWARD SON  by  KANSAS,  we  can’t  argue  with  that  one  !  rumor  has  it  that  they’re  RESENTFUL  and  ALTRUISTIC.  we  often  hear  fans  online  compare  them  to  FOUND FAMILY, CLOTHES BEING COVERED IN CAT HAIR (HAVING A LINT ROLLER IN HANDY), A SOFTNESS IN THEIR EYES, & SLEEPING DURING THE DAY FROM ROAMING EMPTY STREETS LATE AT NIGHT.  we  heard  that  there’s  this  one  thing  they  don’t  wish  anybody  to  know;  HIS PARENTS ARE DOING EVERYTHING THEY CAN TO TEAR HIM DOWN (WHETHER IT HURTS HIM PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY, OR NOT),  let’s  hope  it’s  not  true  !  [  FRANKIE;  27,  SHE/HER,  CST.  ]

BASICS  !

FULL NAME.          DAE-YONG  KWON     ⧽     권 대용 NICKNAME(S).          DEAN AGE.          30  YEARS  OLD DATE OF BIRTH.          SEPTEMBER  4TH ASTROLOGICAL SIGN.          VIRGO PLACE OF BIRTH.          JEJU  ISLAND,  SOUTH  KOREA HOMETOWN.          LONDON,  ENGLAND ORIENTATION.          BISEXUAL  &  BIROMANTIC GENDER & PRONOUNS.          CIS  MAN  &  HE ┊ HIM ┊ HIS NATIONALITY.          KOREAN-ENGLISH ETHNICITY.          KOREAN  —  (  EAST  ASIAN  ) RELIGION.          ATHEIST SPOKEN LANGUAGES.          KOREAN &  ENGLISH RELATIONSHIP STATUS.          SINGLE  PRINGLE CURRENT LOCATION.          LONDON,  UK,  ENGLAND OCCUPATION.          MODEL  &  FILM  ACTOR FACE CLAIM.          SONG  KANG

SYNOPSIS !

DAEYONG KWON WAS BORN & RAISED IN SOUTH KOREA. a model since his infancy (more like the family’s cash cow 👀) - dean has always had a CUTE AND HANDSOME face ever since he could babble, and that would get him booked endlessly. guess we could say he’s been working for as long as he can remember.

IN TERMS OF SCHOOL, he graduated from high school (12th year) and went on to university to graduate with a degree in film at the age of twenty-one. daeyong managed to graduate early because he continued his classes either online or in-person—to get school out of the way/over with—during the summer.

SINCE HE’S BEEN MODELING FOR THE LONGEST TIME, he’s been able to do runway and walk for prestigious fashion designers across the globe - be it in new york, milan, paris, or wherever, he’s happy to walk and bring light to those big or small. he knows that some people gravitate towards him / has a level of power to bring attention to whatever means A LOT to him. but he means well !

THIS KID DOESN’T HAVE A BAD BONE IN HIS BODY. he’s the Softest Boi™ on the planet and a little too pure (well, not that pure) for his own good. he’s too kind sometimes and maybe he knows that often people use his kindness against him, but he simply does not care at the same time. his parents, on the other hand, are something else. unfortunately.

HE’S BEEN ABLE TO SURROUND HIMSELF WITH GOOD PEOPLE, anyhow. he has a good heart and is grateful for those around him, especially a particular handful — his friend group, to be exact, whom he chooses to keep close to his ‹3 [heart]. no matter how busy life can get, dean’s the one (1) friend who will be there for you through thick and thin.

AFTER BEING IN SEVERAL FILMS, he still considers himself a rookie actor despite making a name for himself outside of modeling. daeyong feels like he hasn’t gotten on a level that he’s always strived for and has so much to learn.

THE MIDDLE CHILD OF HIS FAMILY. well, sort of? daeyong has an older sibling and two (2) younger siblings—the 4th is less than 8teen years old. in his mother & father’s eyes, dean’s the only one that could do wrong? while his siblings don’t? he is estranged from his parents but not from his siblings. it’s the messiest situation and he loathes it. doesn’t talk about his parents at all and never brings them up in conversations either.

TRIES TO KEEP HIS PRIVATE LIFE AWAY FROM PRYING EYES. dude is so quiet sometimes; you might think he’s an orphan or something. he might as well be with how his parents are acting. there have been rumors here and there, but he doesn’t bother saying a word, clearing the air, nothing. daeyong really tries to keep his life as mysterious as possible. even if he’s the most endearing boy on the planet.

FOR A SUPPOSED ROOKIE (in his own words), daeyong feels like he has a lot of potential in the acting world, even if he’s just a boy with a pretty face. he has only been in a few handful of flicks and chooses them carefully, but isn’t too fearful to venture out of his comfort zone. he finds auditions to be incredibly exhilarating but also nerve-wracking. he’s an odd boy with mood swings, let’s be honest.

i’ve never been able to write mean characters (afab/men specifically), so please accept and love my sweet / soft boi with open arms... because i’ve got nothing else to say.

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

mentor (???!!!)

ex-girlfriend or current (something cute for once, maybe? or angsty? fluff?)

will they, won’t they (might be fun, i don’t know)

pr relationship

fellow model acquaintances (they’ve walked the runway together??)

siblings (!!!! but i think i’ll send a wc to the main?)

a cousin or two (these connections are so underrated)

mother/father figure

travel buddies

anything atp !

[cryptobestbet]

AC Milan Partners with TG.Casino to Boost Fan Engagement Through Innovative Crypto Casino Platform

AC Milan has taken a significant step forward in the digital and crypto space by announcing a strategic partnership with TG.Casino

The world’s first Telegram-based online casino. This collaboration marks a pivotal development in sports partnerships by merging igaming with fan engagement, leveraging the reach and popularity of one of Europe's most iconic football clubs.

A New Era of Fan Engagement

As AC Milan's official regional igaming partner in Europe, TG.Casino will introduce innovative fan engagement tools designed to offer Rossoneri supporters exclusive experiences and enhanced access to the club. This initiative is expected to revolutionize how fans interact with the team, offering them unique opportunities to win experiences such as visits to AC Milan’s training facility at Milanello, receive official club merchandise, and enjoy VIP access to events at the iconic San Siro stadium.

TG.Casino: Pioneering the Social Media-Centric Casino Experience

Founded in 2023, TG.Casino is pioneering the integration of social media and online gaming by operating through Telegram, a popular instant messaging service known for its security and user-friendly features. This platform allows TG.Casino to reach a broad audience seamlessly, providing an accessible and engaging gaming experience directly through a social media app.

Leveraging Global Reach for Growth

The partnership aims to catapult TG.Casino into the upper echelons of the igaming industry by utilizing AC Milan’s global fanbase. Dean Akinjobi, CEO of Football Media, who played a key role in facilitating the partnership, remarked on the potential for exponential growth and brand development that this alliance holds. “TG.Casino is growing at a phenomenal rate,” Akinjobi said. “The partnership with AC Milan is going to help take the brand to the next level of growth and adoption.”

Strategic Activation and Marketing

Football Media plans to enhance the collaboration through comprehensive activation strategies. These strategies are designed to engage both current and prospective customers by maximizing the benefits of the partnership with AC Milan, focusing particularly on innovative areas such as Web 3.0, igaming, and tokenization.

The introduction of the $TGC token by TG.Casino further integrates cryptocurrency with the fan experience, offering token holders the chance to win exclusive, once-in-a-lifetime experiences with AC Milan.

Setting a New Standard in Sports and Crypto Integration

This partnership between AC Milan and TG.Casino not only underscores the growing intersection of sports and cryptocurrency but also ventures further into the crypto gambling sector, setting a new precedent in the industry. This is a step further than other football clubs have gone, creating a model that could shape future sports and crypto ventures.

“In order for football club sponsorships to be successful, it takes an appetite, willingness, and flexibility from all parties to achieve collective goals,” Akinjobi noted, emphasizing the mutual commitment required to maximize the potential of such collaborations.

Conclusion

The collaboration between AC Milan and TG.Casino is poised to set a new benchmark in sports marketing and fan engagement. By blending the thrill of gaming with the passion for football, this partnership is set to engage with audiences across Web 3.0 and beyond, heralding a new era of interactive fan experiences powered by the latest technological innovations. As this partnership unfolds, it will undoubtedly attract a lot of attention from both the sports and igaming communities worldwide, keen to see how this bold venture will evolve.

[modernarchitecturefirminla]

Dean Larkin Explores New Design Trends at Salone del Mobile 2023

Salone del Mobile in Milan, Italy took place at the end of April, and I was and I was able to attend thanks to the generosity of FLorim, an Italian manufacturer of large-format porcelain stoneware tiles and slabs who has been in business for 60 years.. This annual furniture event is one of the most important events in the design world, and it was exciting to see all of the latest trends and innovations. Many of these new design trends highlighted the design world’s increasing commitment to sustainability, which is something that is obviously important to us at Dean Larkin Design. Some of the exhibitors we saw debuted versatile and customized seating with a variety of color and material combinations. There was also a focus on tech-enabled furniture at Salone del Mobile 2023. This included furniture with built-in speakers, lights, and other smart features. I saw sound-absorbing fabrics and tables and a completely digital water distribution system that offers hot or cold water that could be plain or carbonated.

History of Salone del Mobile

Salone del Mobile was first held in 1961 and has since grown into a global event that attracts over 300,000 visitors from around the world. The fair showcases the work of over 2,000 exhibitors from over 30 countries. This year’s event was the first I have attended since the pandemic, and I found many, many new offerings that I was excited about. Below are a few of my favorites.

Highlights of Salone del Mobile 2023

Below are a few design highlights from Salone del Mobile 2023 that I found the most remarkable.

Lighting

The show included a lot of cool lighting debuts. These were all interesting and one trend that we saw in many of the exhibits was lighting with leather hangers. These are a couple of examples.

Baxter Furniture

Baxter debuted some interesting furnishings with color, material and style combinations that I loved. Some of the seating colors were aquamarine, pink and electric blue, which you can see in the chair pictured. I really liked the lighting, which also featured the leather hangers, and we hope to incorporate these into our Larkhill project.

GRAFF Faucets

GRAFF is a company that is actively green, which again you know is something we value. GRAFF has implemented ISO 14001, (an international standard for effective environmental management systems) and meet strict conservation standards. I really liked some of the faucets they debuted this year, which had fun colors and shape combinations.

Salone del Mobile 2023 was a great opportunity to see the latest trends in design and the event really showcased how designers are using their creativity to address challenges like sustainability.

FLorim Visit

While on this trip to Italy, I was also invited to go behind the scenes at the FLorim factory. FLorim manufactures high quality contemporary home appliances that I love. So FLorim took me and some other designers to dinner and then the factory, which was amazing. The factory was over half a million square feet, and they only had about 28 people working because things were so automated: like a ballet of machines running around. The facility was so clean you could eat off the floor, and solar powered. One of the most impressive things we saw at the factory was a kiln that was 150 meters long that went up to 1200 degrees centigrade. We were able to look through a viewing opening to see the heat. We also saw the new porcelain products they debuted at Salone del Mobile. I love natural stone, but porcelain does have some health benefits over real stone.

Dean Larkin Designs Unique Contemporary Homes in So Cal

Our architectural design company, established in 1999, maximizes the intrinsic potential of a location while meeting each client’s specific lifestyle, business or institutional needs. Dean Larkin is very familiar with both historical and contemporary homes in So Cal and the entire Los Angeles area, and the firm endeavors to achieve a complexity that is multi-layered with an effortless elegance. For a sustainable design that is modern and innovative, unlocks your location’s innate potential by making specific use of light, views and more, and is uniquely designed for the way you live, contact Dean Larkin for a consultation.

Blog is originally published at: https://deanlarkindesign.com/dean-larkin-explores-new-design-trends-at-salone-del-mobile-2023/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

[ffcarlos-grad604]

The Creative Communities (part 2)

Jessica & Tad Carpenter

Carpenter Collective is led by partners, Jessica and Tad Carpenter. The pair have been collaborating together since the day they met in design school over a dozen years ago. Since then, they’ve earned a national reputation for creating powerful brand experiences and unique visual storytelling with a whimsical wink.

David Milan

David is a creative designer who focuses on typography, calligraphy and lettering. He has been working as a freelancer for 6 years and collaborating with different studios around the world. He sees letters and typography from another perspective, he likes to get out of the “perfect” concept that lettering and typography has nowadays.

Ryan Dean Sprague

Pavlov Visuals is Ryan Dean Sprague (1987). Born in California and raised in Texas, Ryan started Pavlov Visuals with his brother based on their passion for playing music. “We realized once we had the music created, we needed strong branding and design to help sell it.” 

At that point, the duo placed down the instruments and picked up a pencil and a few programs, and started learning. From there, it evolved into helping other artists build their identity and creating illustrations for other brands globally.

Sounds like music to the ears eyes, doesn’t it? As Ryan found out, making music is not all that different from creating icons, logos, packaging designs, and visual identities. In the end, both artistic endeavours are all about channelling creative energy to draw landscapes, kindle amazement, and pull in audiences through excitement and beauty. 

Steven Harrington

Cited as the leader of a contemporary Californian psychedelic-pop aesthetic, Los Angeles–based artist and designer Steven Harrington is best known for his bright, iconic style that encourages a two-way conversation between the artist and viewer. There’s a timeless quality to his playful yet contemplative work, which is inspired by California’s mystique, vastly diverse landscape, and thriving mix of cultures.

[toomanyfandomsblog]

Milan

I have finally managed to watch Power (what a struggle it was to find it in my country) and of course I watch only season 3! Don't judge! There's other seasons? Yeah? No thanks! Even though it's a really good show.

And let me just say: Milan is 🥵 hot stuff. Love me some dark drug-lord. I don't care what anyone says = He is SUPERIOR!

Milan (Chefe) supremacy! 🛐

[anonymousleekao3]

Bite Me

I made a thing!

[olivia11803]

Milan/Dean from Power. I don’t what it is but Callan Mulvey is very attractive to me.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Wait, you actually liked yesterday’s episode?? I felt it was so rushed and anticlimactic and hade son many ooc moments and then also felt the Lucifer and Michael thing was so unnecessary... idk I really didn’t like the episode so that’s why I’m surprised you say this is Endgame but done good (also this isn’t judging you, I’m genuinely curious as to what you liked about it?)

I loved it?? I mean, it absolutely served its purpose? Michael was a dangling thread and seeing Lucifer get killed again was very satisfying. The pacing felt perfectly alright - I can’t say that of every Bucklemming episode - and I found it filmed and edited very well.

The sense of emptiness and horror after everyone disappeared felt actually real. I loved how they had Dean snap because of a dog, one random dog he’d never met before but that represented the whole picture. The classic “when writing something big, write small” writing advice, you know? It was very well done imo. The MCU had this mega sequence of people getting dusted and Supernatural had... empty streets and a dog. It’s actually genius because how can you convey the sheer horror of an event like this? By not showing it. By showing empty space and the smallest thing imaginable - a random stranger dog.

There’s a post circulating (I think it’s in my queue) about Supernatural having the best depiction of angel wings in cinema/television, i.e. not showing them but conveying the sense of something too big for humans to grasp. Well, I think this episode was about that: humans going against something so cosmically big and winning because they are so small that God, and Michael, didn’t even see the possibility of them doing that.

Endgame had this whole big battle sequence and Captain America wielding Mjolnir and all that jazz and Supernatural had... two dudes getting beaten up on a beach. The stakes are also mega cosmic! The entire world! But it’s about people. People outsmarting God and turning God human. Making God as small as them.

I loved it because it was shitty. I loved it because it was about a bunch of people winning against something they can’t even wrap their heads around - God! St Michael! - by not having anything special (well, except Jack but Jack’s always been special). Actually even Jack didn’t defeat God with actual powers of his own: he absorbed Michael’s, Lucifer’s and God’s power andused that against God. Basically Sam, Dean and Jack used the power of the enemy against them: they used Michael’s betrayal to get Chuck where they needed him, and they used their own weakness (Chuck beating them up like rag dolls) to power up Jack.

(Actually Captain America standing up to Thanos was the only decent part of the movie.)

Obviously not everything about the episode was perfect but Supernatural has done this clever trick of making in-story reasons responsible for their writing flaws - in this case, the shitty Lucifer thing, with the shitty Betty thing, are explained because Chuck is writing that. So it makes sense that it’s shitty!

Also there is a shot of one of my favorite spot in Milan! Supernatural really has a gif for anything now.

[anonymousleekao3]

OK OK fine, I'll reblog. Just this once. Just so I can keep him and because I replay this over and over in my mind anyway.

[marvelsswansong]

Peach Lipgloss

Summary: He’s a sophmore at MIT who has hung up his superhero suit for university. She’s a well known killer with the power to seduce and manipulate anyone she pleases. Of course the universe would make them soulmates.  

Words: 6.1K

Tags: soulmate au (soulmates can’t hurt each other), forbidden love (kinda), college!Peter, femmefatale!reader. Violence, heavy sexual themes, proceed with caution.

a/n: REPOST since first one didn’t show up in tags :( sorry to those who already read this 4 hours ago 

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Massachusetts, USA

Quickly shoving his crinkled notes into his bag, Peter was the first person to be out of the classroom the moment Theoretical Physics was done and over with. Reaching for the zipper as he made his way out the marbled doors, he paused at the sight of the crumpled red and black fabric in his bag.

He didn’t know why he still carried his spiderman suit with him, considering the vow he’d made to pack it away along with his hero life the moment he arrived at MIT. But the lingering sense of danger and doubt never left him so he could never quite part with it, so he always kept the suit and extra shooters in a concealed compartment in his backpack.

He never knew when he’d need it, he reasoned.

Crossing the large green lawn, he breathed in the earthy air, staring up at the clear blue sky. Fall was starting to roll into the state of Massachusetts, the trees lining the sidewalk were orange and red, and the lawn of daffodils under the library building had begun to bloom. He greeted a group of people he recognized from his engineering class as he crossed over to the south-side of the campus, passing by a row of cluttered dorms. He checked his wristwatch- the one May had gifted him before he left for university- still 10 minutes left until class started.

He slipped into the empty classroom and sat on the first row of chairs when his cellphone started ringing. Peter frowned, his mind failing to think of who would need to speak to him during school hours. He unlocked it to see Tony’s name appear on the screen, a sight only reserved for emergencies.

“We’ll only call you if we can’t do it without you.” his mentor had said, the day before Peter had left for MIT.

“Hello?” Peter answered quietly, as a few students began to fill into the room.

“How quickly can you come to Santorini?”

Tony sounded exhausted on the other side of the phone. Peter nervously chewed on his lip, not liking where this conversation was going.

“With all due respect, Mr.Stark, I can’t just drop everything right now and fly to Greece. I have-”

“Nuclear Science and Engineering right now, I know. I also know you have finals in a month but that’s nothing I can’t call in a favour for. I happen to be good friends with the Dean and the Provost of MIT.”

More people began filling the room as the professor walked in, forcing Peter to cover his phone with his hand and whisper, turning away from the crowd.

“I get that, but, I’m taking a break from the whole hero business. I want to focus on university and having a life without risking it every few days,  you know?”

“And I agree that you should have all those things. Come on, Peter. I haven’t called you for a mission for the first year and a half of your university. I meant what I said when I told you we’d only call you if we literally couldn’t do it without you. I’m begging you, kid.”

Peter could imagine Tony pinching the bridge of his nose, pacing around the room in frustration while trying to convince Peter. He was reluctant, but the desperation in Tony’s voice didn’t go unnoticed and his hands were moving faster than his brain. Packing his things back up, he quietly exited the classroom and sighed into the phone.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

“Great. Don’t worry about your classes or your exams, I’ll make sure it’s handled. Pack enough for two weeks. I’m sending you a private jet to your nearest airport in two hours. See you then.”

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Santorini, Greece

Peter felt like he was melting under the hot Grecian sun, the sticky humid air mixing with the ocean breeze blowing in from the southwest. He adjusted his sunglasses, the sweat causing it to slide down the bridge of his nose repeatedly, his skin smelling of an odd combination of aftershave and sunscreen. It felt strange, to say the least, to go from spending months in grey sweatpants and thick burgundy hoodies in the freezing cold weather of Cambridge to now being dressed down in a red Hawaii shirt and grey khakis in the sunny island of Santorini.

“You okay, Peter?” Steve called out from behind him, wearing a not so obvious disguise of a baseball cap paired with white rimmed sunglasses. That said, they needed to ‘blend in’, as Tony put in, and Peter had to admit- among the crowds, they just looked like a group of innocent American tourists. And not a band of superheroes, trying to catch a super-villain in her acts.

“I’m fine, just… thirsty.”  he replied, swallowing thickly.

“I’ll get you some water.”

Steve told Peter to stay put and disappeared into a nearby path lined with shops, leaving the young boy in the middle of the cobblestone street. The rest of the team were scattered across the island in an attempt to catch her, an infamous killer with no name, no trace. Just a pretty face and a signature carving of a heart on her victim’s bodies. He’d gotten the information dump on the plane ride here, in which Maria drilled the information into his head.

“This is all the information we’ve gathered on her so far.” her tone was somber as she flicked over a thin manila folder to him, which he opened with a flick of his thumb before holding up the piece of paper.

“It’s one page.”

She bit her lip, frustrated.

“We’ve been unsuccessful in gathering much information about her. What we have on her is ambiguous at best, except a few things: she’s about 20, she’s a master seductress, able to seduce anyone into carrying out her commands. She kills her prey and carves a heart onto their bodies. And the only way to avoid her powers is to avoid looking into her eyes.”

“Is there even a photo of what she looks like?” he questioned, his curiosity piqued.

“A few we’ve managed to piece together from some security cameras.”

She tossed him a few pictures onto his lap, each varying in quality. From the set, however, he could make out that she had (h/c) hair, a light/dark/middle skin-tone, and  was of a short/regular/tall stature. It looked like she was wearing a sparkly silver dress in the first photo, which was taken on the side of a street in Milan, then a pink checkered tank top and matching skirt in the second one, taken in Paris, and an over-sized black hoodie with black heels on a bridge in London.

The photos were either too dark or taken too far away to really catch her face, but just by looking at these photos he could tell- she was beautiful. Stunning, even. Even without powers he was sure she could seduce anyone she liked.

“Thing is, she always gets away right before we can catch her. SHIELD has been onto her for a while but no matter who we send, no matter how discreet, low level or which gender… they end up dead or return back dazed with no memory of what happened.”

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Is that a part of it?”

Maria sighed..

“Depends. Sometimes she doesn’t kill the people she uses her powers on and the victims just end of having a dazed, hazy feeling for a few hours. They then have a hard time remembering what exactly happened, making our job infinitely harder.”

An uneasy silence filled the air, as Peter shifted in his seat. This sounded like the hardest mission yet.

“So why am I needed?”

“Your supernatural senses allow you to sense any immediate danger or harm nearby you, regardless of sight, right? So we’re hoping that you’re able to fight and capture her without ever being under her influence, by closing your eyes and relying on your ‘spidey senses’ instead. Do you still have your web shooters on you?”

He nodded.

“If you find her, web her to her surroundings, turn around so you’re not looking into her eyes, then call us over. She can’t influence all of us at once, so that’d give us an advantage and plenty of time to sedate her and bring her over.”

The web shooter concealed underneath his wrist watch was starting to itch, breaking the somewhat vacational bliss he was feeling from sitting on the edge of the white wall and watching the waves go by. Checking the time with a flick of his wrist, it dawned on him that Steve had disappeared to get him some water for a bit too long. Fifteen minutes to be exact.

What was going on?

He slipped into the alleyway where Steve disappeared, wandering straightforward rather aimlessly until he caught sight of the familiar blonde hair a few feet away. Except, his back was turned towards Peter as he lounged on a chair on the outskirts of a cafe, and he was talking to someone he didn’t recognize. Adrenaline kicked in, forcing Peter to duck behind a nearby corner before his eyes fell on the woman Steve was talking to.

It was her.

The woman in the photos.

And fuck, you were stunning. You weren’t wearing anything particularly fancy, just a white lacy sundress and pink pastel flats, but every crevice of the fabric clung to your skin glowing in the caramel sunlight, making the modest piece somehow sensual and teasing. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other he felt as if you were teasing any wandering gaze to land upon your skin, calling out with the same lull as a siren’s. Your lips were painted glossy pink and Peter realized that your eyes were glowing the same shade, a glittery candy floss pink that reflected in Steve’s previously blue orbs.

“So what brings you here, soldier?” you questioned, toying with the soldier.

Your voice dripped like sweet honey and wrapped around your surroundings like a vice.

“On a mission to bring you in.” Peter noted that Steve’s voice was suddenly robotic and eerily not like him.

You pursed your lips, crossing your arms.

“So SHIELD is still after me, huh? You know, even HYDRA was less insisting.”

Wrapping your hand around Steve’s arm, you brought him closer towards you as you felt the cold steel surface of your knife shift underneath your dress, the blade itching to dig into fresh skin.

“I should kill you, you know. You and the Avengers just keep on coming after me and I’m getting tired of playing around…” you drawled, quiet for no one else to hear you except for Peter with his superhero senses.

Peter could feel his heart pound in his chest, as Steve stood motionless while you took out the large sharp blade and started trailing it down Steve’s leg, hidden from plain sight, with not enough pressure to break the skin just yet. Peter quickly took out his phone and alerted Tony of his current location,  as you paid for the meal and led Steve towards a dark alleyway, surely to dispose of the super soldier.

Tony’s reply was immediate.

‘Got it. Stay put. Don’t interfere unless you have to.’

Crouching back down, Peter quickly took off his backpack and changed into his suit, before slowly trailing behind you.

The flat side of the blade was now underneath Steve’s throat, right where it could slice through the jugular veins and kill him. His pink hooded eyes were still looking at you as you smiled, leaning in and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“Sad… you were one of my favorites.”  

You raised your blade in the air, ready to slash his throat, when a flash of white passed by and knocked the blade out of your hand. Peter quickly ran out, one hand over his eyes and the other outstretched to pull Steve backwards and out of harm’s way.

“S-stay back.” he muttered, the lack of vision plus the adrenaline adding to his anxiety. Your eyes widened upon seeing the red and black hero standing in front of you, in Greece, of all places.

This was certainly an interesting development.

“Now why would I do that?” you asked, pulling a gun out of your thigh holster and aiming it towards him.

“Because the rest are coming.” he replied, thankful that is voice was no longer shaking.

Your eyes widened at the response before you pouted, trailing your bottom lip dangerously with your tongue.

“In that case… Captain-”

Steve stood right up straight at the sound of your voice, pushing Peter backwards.

“Take him out for me, would you?”

And before Peter could do or say anything, Steve swung his fist in his direction, forcing Peter to open his eyes and jump back. By the time he looked at where you were standing before you were gone, the realization sticking in his mind for a brief moment before Steve tried to knock him back down again.

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Tokyo, Japan

A few days after the disaster in Santorini (Steve still wouldn’t look him in the eye after he snapped out of his violent trance three hours later when the effect wore off), the team had gotten word that she was spotted out and about in Japan. And that led Peter here, standing in the middle of a busy street crossing, surrounded by big flashing billboards and tall glass skyscrapers. He adjusted his light rimmed glasses- they had a tiny microscopic camera attached to the lens that could record everything- as he shoved through the busy crowd, the address written in the note inside his coat pocket replaying in his head.

After a few unsuccessful conversations with locals who were passing by, he was lucky enough to run into someone who spoke moderate English. She gave him an odd look when he handed over the piece of paper and she typed in the address onto her phone, but nonetheless pointed him in the right direction. He thanked her before walking east, the loud noise of scurrying feet and the whirring of cars driving by blocking his thoughts.

“Peter? Can you hear me?” Tony’s voice rang out through his earpiece, causing Peter to discreetly adjust it. After the not so successful attempt last time to capture her, the team had advised a new plan- Peter would go in alone without his suit but with just his web shooters, pretending to be just another patron at the club, and talk to her discreetly before trapping her with his web before the others could take her in.

He was just lucky his face was concealed the first time they met.

“Yes. I’m almost at the address you gave me. It’s a club, right?”

There was a momentary pause.

“Yeah, it’s a club. Point is, be careful. We’ll be watching your every move and we can hear everything that’s going on, so don’t worry.”

“I’ll be cautious.”

The building that matched the address was a modestly sized glass building with steel doors and a menacing looking bodyguard outside, who asked him for his ID in perfect English. After giving the man his school ID he was let inside where a skimpily clad woman asked him for his coat, the little blue bikini number leaving little to the imagination. His face felt hot and his throat tightened when he hastily took off his coat and gave it away to the woman, as the realization settled in.

He wasn’t in just any club.

He was in a stripclub.

Swallowing his embarrassment the best he could, he quietly went through the next set of glass doors, which led out to a dim hallway lit up by bright pink LED lights. A slew of men and a couple of women sat around the bar and near the light up stages, where several girls in tight dresses twirled around the pole set to a sensual song. It was hard to make out the faces under the dim blue lighting, so he opted to blend in by walking to the bar in the middle and ordering a drink. He tried to look anywhere but where the scantily clad women were and stared at a nearby TV screen instead, when a familiar voice interrupted his train of thought.

“Strawberry Daiquiri, please.”

You were facing straight forward, thus allowing Peter to catch a quick glance at you. You sensed a set of eyes on your figure and looked back, only to see Peter blushing and looking down at his lap to avert his gaze. Sliding over a few seats, you leaned against the bar table, the slit on your mini skirt exposing your upper thigh.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” you commented slyly, drinking in the sight of him. He was younger than most of your prey- you preferred to go for men who were older than you- but he looked just as good as the others. Tousled brown curls, defined muscles flexing underneath his white polo shirt, a shy demeanor… He was adorable.

“S-sorry.” he murmured, still not looking into your eyes. You figured he was nervous and chuckled, taking a slow slip of your sugary drink.

“It’s alright… you’re not a part of this usual crowd, are you?”

“Good. Keep on talking to her to distract her. We’re on our way.” Tony spoke in Peter’s ear. He regained his confidence to look up for a brief moment to snatch his drink off the table, the strong taste of whiskey burning his throat.

“What makes you say that?” he asked quietly, swirling his drink with his straw. You leaned closer, the sweet draft of your vanilla and honeycomb lotion drifting over him as you smirked.

“Well, for starters, you’re not looking at any of the strippers here. And two, you’re not even looking at me.”

He needed an excuse, so he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind.

“Sorry, I just, uh, I have a hard time looking at pretty girls.”

You were caught off guard by that comment, and it showed for a brief moment on your face. You were used to men calling you a slew of names, but calling you pretty? In such a sincere way? While blushing? This was new. A new urge surged through your veins as you placed your hand on his lap, rubbing his thigh.

“Then what’d you say we go somewhere more private? Like the VIP Lounge? You can look at me all you want then.”

He nodded shyly and allowed you to drag him to the back area of the club, where you slipped a security guard five hundred dollars to let you pass the velvet rope with him behind you. There was no one else in sight, just the two of them and the soft cushiony sofa lining the walls. His throat felt dry as you pushed him down onto the seat, your body straddling his as you climbed onto his lap.

“So-”

A sharp ringing noise cried out in his ear, causing Peter to yelp in pain and rip out the earpiece in reflex. You quickly put two and two together before ripping off his glasses and grabbing his chin to force him to look at you, the brief moment of shock and confusion on his face enough time for you to put him under your trance. The tension left his body as his eyes turned pastel pink, allowing you to crawl off his lap and crush the earpiece under your heels. You did the same to the glasses, just for good measure, before taking out the wallet from his jeans.

You examined the cards inside, starting with the ID cards. Name: Peter Parker. Sophomore at MIT. A Stark Tower entry pass?

You scowled, tossing the wallet to the side. That probably meant they were on their way right now. Taking out a four inch blade from your bra, you decided you needed to send them a message. Pushing his head to the side, you were ready to slice his throat, the tip of your blade against his skin, and-

Nothing.

Your hand stayed frozen mid-air, your brain screaming at your body to carry on with the action but your body remained frozen. Bringing your hand back down, you tried again, this time a stab to the heart. But you physically couldn’t harm him, no matter the angle at which you tried.

“Fuck.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you dropped the blade in horror and stepped backwards, the realization settling in your gut. If you couldn’t kill him, that meant…

The thought horrified you to no end, the kind of immediate horror that made you want to throw up onto the floor, the previously loud pounding of the music drowned to the background as the walls began to close in on you. Blinking away your tears, you commanded Peter to stay sitting in his room before grabbing your coat and exiting the room, being able to find a nearby window that you could jump down from. Your feet met the ground as you wrapped the coat closer to your body, your heels clicked against the pavement as you quickly hired a cab back to your mansion.

This was bad.

So, so bad.

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New York, USA

When Peter awoke from his trance he was lying down on a soft bed with a weighted blanket in what seemed like the hospital wing of Stark Tower, with streaks of sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the window. His memory felt foggy, the last thing he remembered was being terrified when the earpiece malfunctioned and your eyes turned bright pink with anger. His thoughts were interrupted when Bruce walked into the room, a soft smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, handing over a glass of water. Peter accepted it, muttering a quiet thank you.

“Strange… What happened?”

The doctor sighed, biting his lower lip.

“We’re not sure. She crushed the glasses we gave you right after she found out you had an earpiece in, but when we entered the room, you were left unharmed, just sitting on the sofa.”

“Unharmed? I thought she liked to kill all her prey. Or at the very least, hurt them in some way.”

Bruce nodded, scribbling something onto his notepad.

“That’s the thing. We have no clue why you were the odd exception. Director Fury has been wracking his brain for the past seven hours trying to figure out why she spared you.”

A momentary silence passed by, as Peter looked up at the man with an unsure gaze.

“What now?” he asked, the thoughts of MIT and returning to Cambridge still in his mind.

“We’re going to try to monitor her route for a little longer and devise a new plan. I know Tony said you only needed two weeks off but Fury insists that you’re the key to capturing her and wants you to stay on for at least another week.”

Peter sighed, giving in.

“I guess that’s fine. I mean, what choice do I really have?”

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Milan, Italy

It’d been a solid week since you last killed a man.

A whole seven days.

You were sure the Avengers were noticing your absence, trying to understand just why you’d spared one of their precious heroes and then went dark for a whole week afterwards. Just thinking back on that night made your stomach turn, the way adrenaline pumped through your veins as you were prepared to kill your soulmate.

For the first time in a while, you were disgusted with yourself. You had almost killed your soulmate, and in another universe where you could harm him, he would’ve been dead at your hands. It was getting harder and harder to remember why you’d started this life as you lounged in a private pool in Milan, the mansion overlooking a dark green forest.

It was in a dimly lit facility, a few hundred miles from here, that had turned you into this force of nature. Having lost your parents to a car accident at a young age, you were starved and anxious for any sort of money when you overheard that a scientist was offering hundreds of thousands of dollars to a woman who was willing to be his test subject. He was seductive, older, and richer. You fell for his promises and signed your life away at the age of 15.

Five months of torture later, you awoke to see that your eyes were glowing pink. When you made eye contact with a security guard nearby he wordlessly opened the prison door for you, and shot the scientist who experimented on you right on the spot. Grabbing the keys from the man’s lab coat, you pulled out the file filled with the names of the investors from all over the world who’d donated to help this man corrupt and abuse you.

And apparently, you weren’t his first test subject.

You grabbed his wallet on the way out and hopped into a car parked on the sidewalk of a gas station, and never looked back since then. You were young and scared, but hungry for revenge. You’d make sure those men would pay, and any other man who would try to take advantage of young girls, for that matter.

Killing was the only option.

Perhaps you’d lost your morality along the way, you reasoned. If you had any, in the first place. What started out as a semi-respectable revenge killing spree had somehow morphed into an exhilarating repeated cycle of seduction, murder and money. A disgusting sensation was settling in- perhaps guilt- as you huffed and threw away your sunglasses to the side.

No, you were doing the right thing. You knew the things that the Avengers believed above you- dangerous, homicidal, killer of innocent men. You laughed at that notion- as if most of your victims weren’t assholes in some ways, or didn’t treat you like an animal to be hunted down and ravaged. Sharpening your knife on the kitchen counter, you breathed in and out slowly, calming yourself down. This whole soulmate business was really messing with your head.

You needed a fresh new kill to settle your mind.

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London, UK

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tony asked Peter for what felt like the thousandth time of that night, anxiety gnawing in his gut. In reality, there wasn’t much left to be discussed- Fury had insisted Peter stay on this project till the moment of your capture, even though at this point Tony had had enough of keeping Peter away from his education and was actually fighting for Peter’s right to return to university. But Peter felt a sort of curiosity and a pull to you that he couldn’t explain, so he found himself insisting on going on this mission.

They’d been able to finally find a link amongst the men you would target- well, at least a somewhat common link. A large majority of them happened to be investors in an Italian company that specialized in biochemical engineering, and it so happened that a handful of them were meeting in an exclusive rooftop party in London- making the chances of your appearance higher than ever.

“Remember, this time, don’t even hesitate. The moment you see her, shoot the tranquilizer in her direction so we can subdue her.” Steve repeated, handing over the tranquilizer gun to him. Peter nodded, slipping it into the waistband of his pants so that it wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone nearby. “The rest of us will be in disguise around the party, right by your side, just in case anything goes wrong.”

“Sounds good.”

It was hard to keep the nerves off of his voice, when he himself felt on edge about the whole thing. There’d been countless of times, even before he was called in, when they were so close to capturing you. But you’d always managed to slip past their fingers at a moment’s notice, disappearing without a trance before popping up with a new victim on the other side of the world.

The party was in full swing when Peter strolled in, and his eyes immediately began to search for a woman of your stature. Gently pushing through the crowd of drunk dancers, he passed by the champagne bar when he saw someone who looked a lot like you from the back sitting by the balcony, chatting with another woman whom he did not recognize. Knowing it was too early to strike, Peter treated himself to a glass of wine, keeping one eye on you at all times. When the other woman got up to use the bathroom, Peter took out his gun from his waistband and positioned it perfectly, his finger on the trigger-

He couldn’t shoot.

He swore, checking to make sure the gun was fully loaded before trying again, but nothing.

Frustrated, he placed the glass aggressively on a nearby table and marched out onto the balcony, the gun still aimed at you. But no matter the mental gymnastics he put himself through, he just couldn’t fucking shoot.

“Peter?”

Your voice wrapped around him, soft and sweet, as Peter edged forward, the gun in his hand beginning to shake with all the effort he was putting into shooting. Then in his adrenaline clouded mind it finally clicked- the longing, the pull, the inability to harm you…

“Y-you’re my soulmate.” he stuttered, the last word hanging in the air. You looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes, as he stood motionless in his spot. He should be alerting the rest of the group. He should, at the very least, be tugging you into the party to be captured. But he can’t move, his feet stuck to the floor as the weight of gravity on his back seems to increase. He’s speechless as you lowly speak, your eyes fixated on the floor.

“Listen… you can’t hurt me, I can’t hurt you. Just let me go.”

“I can’t do that.” he says firmly, his consciousness slowly starting to seep back in.

She’s beautiful, he thinks, as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him, her doe eyes wet from the salty tears beginning to form.

“Why not? It’s not like we can even be together.”

He slowly walks over and places his hands on you, expecting you to push him away. But you don’t, gaze still on the floor and unmoving. He doesn’t quite know what to say, the emotions overwhelming but the words not able to move past his tongue.

“Are you here with the other Avengers?”

He nods, swallowing thickly.

“Then I should get going.” you respond, starting to pull up the hems of your dress. But he stops you, grabbing you wrist, and stopping you mid-way.

“W-wait. Don’t go.”

You laugh halfheartedly.

“Then go where?”

He waits for a moment, but then he drops the question.

“Do you trust me?” he decides to ask, pulling your chin upwards. “Please don’t use your powers on me, just tell me. Do you trust me?”

There’s a slight hesitation on your end but you nod.

“Then come with me to New York.”

That elicits a violent reaction from you as you push him off, your eyes wide with anger and shock.

“Are you fucking serious? You want me to turn myself in?” you yell, not caring about who hears you. He clenches his jaw at your response.

“All I’m saying is I want my soulmate to be with me, and safe.”

You let out a bitter laugh at that statement.

“With you? Peter, you don’t even know my real name. You don’t even know me, as a person. You’re an MIT educated superhero. I’m wanted in 72 countries and have killed men in the triple digits. Do you really think I’d be welcomed with open arms?”

His eyes darken at the mention of your death as he clenches his fist, his gaze unnerving.

“I won’t let them harm you.”

His stubbornness is infuriating.

“That’s the thing, Parker! You don’t get to decide whether or not I get harmed.”

“Why won’t you just trust me?” his tone is low but still soft as he marches towards you and grabs your wrist. You try to pull away but can’t, the sudden strength catching you off guard.

“Because apparently, you don’t care about me enough to see that it’s a fucking death sentence if I go back with you to New York-”

Your rant is cut off with a swift kiss to your lips, you can taste the underlying tones of his half-drunken cherry wine and your peach lipgloss mixing together. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as his hand grips your waist, shoving you against the marble column overlooking the balcony. All the anger and fear that’s been running through your mind the past few hours melts away and you swear he’s putting a trance on you, and not the other way around. When he finally pulls back, his gaze is determined and his lips are swollen, his calloused hand rubbing up against your soft skin.

“You’re wrong. I care. I care so fucking much about you that I don’t want you to run anymore. Aren’t you tired, angel? Of running. Of never being able to make allies. Of always being alone, never being able to settle down?”

You’re silent as he sighs, wishing he could read your mind.

“Angel-”

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).”

He softens at the mention of your name.

“(Y/n)... please, come with me.”

There’s a million different things you want to say, but all you can think about is that he smells like fresh laundry and lavender, and his skin is right against yours. You want to say yes.

“I need a night to think about it.” you mutter. To your surprise (and somewhat dismay) he wholeheartedly agrees, and pleads with you to allow him to follow you back to your house to spend the night. You can’t find the way to say “no” when he’s looking at you like that, the type of gaze that has you slammed against the wall of your bedroom an hour later with his jacket and cellphone tossed hazardously in the corner of your room.

“Is this okay?” he’s asking as he’s already pinning you down onto the mattress, layers being shedded faster than he’s speaking. You nod, bringing him back down for another kiss.

“One night to think about it, yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and the guilt starts settling in. But it’s replaced by a fire when his hands start wandering lower and you nod.

“Right. One night.”

Any sort of remorse or doubt you have dissipates into thin air, lost in ecstasy.

.

“Peter.”

After disabling his tracker and disappearing from any communications with the team for a whole 24 hours, Peter suddenly shows up back at Stark Tower, his eyes glazed over in a sickly pink hue as he stares down at Tony.  It takes Sam dousing a cold bucket of water over Peter’s head to get him to snap out of his trance, his irises returning to their original hazel colour as he stands up straight, caught off guard by the sudden cold.

“Peter, you okay? Where were you?” Steve interrogates, concerned.

“I…” he tries to tell them, but his memory is a pleasant blank. He remembers arriving to the party and having a drink, but that’s about it.

“Did she hurt you?” Bruce asks, gently examining Peter’s head for any injuries.

“Who?”

They all look at him as if he’s crazy.

“You know? The killer? The one who seduces men with her eyes, the same person we’ve been trying to catch the past three weeks?”

Peter’s confusion just doubles and this elicits a quiet argument between the group, but one that Peter can’t force himself to listen to as he feels a strange sensation in his chest. There’s an odd ache in his chest that he can’t quite place, a type of dread that’s similar to the feeling of forgetting something important, but he can’t remember why. He shifts uncomfortably in his place before licking his lips as a reflex, tasting the remnants of last night.

His lips tasted sweet. Frowning, he dabs his lips with his finger, feeling the sticky residue.

Huh.

There’s something missing but he can’t find it in his mind, no matter how hard he’s forcing himself to think back.

All he tastes is peaches.

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a/n: :( :( I KNOW I KNOW the ending isn’t happy but to me it felt like the best way to end it. Please take a few seconds to like/reblog/comment/inbox me if you enjoyed it! It’ll mean so much to me.

[libraryleopard]

Here’s all the books I read in 2021!

* = reread

Probably missing a couple comics because I read a lot this year, minus stuff I read for school

January

Loveless by Alice Oseman

The Folker Keeper by Franny Billingsley*

Mrs. Martin’s Incomparable Adventure by Courtney Milan

Wayward Witch by Zoraida Córdova

Shadowplay by Laura Lam

Masquerade by Laura Lam

Thorn by Anna Burke

Spoiler Alert by Olivia Dade

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Final Draft by Riley Redgate*

The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts by Maxine Hong Kingston

The Dark Tide by Alicia Jasinska

Young Avengers Presents by Ed Brubaker etc.

Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones*

Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett

February

Young Avengers: The Complete Collection by Allan Heinburg and Jim Cheung*

Young Avengers: the Children’s Crusade by Allan Heinburg and Jim Cheung*

The Book of Delights by Ross Gay

Young Avengers Omnibus by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie*

A Cathedral of Myth by Kat Howard

Empyre by Al Ewing etc.

The Silvered Serpents by Roshani Chokshi

Quicksilver: No Surrender by Saladin Ahmed

The Hearts We Sold by Emily Lloyd-Jones

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper

Sympathetic Little Monster by Cameron Awkward-Rich

Binti by Nnedi Okorafor*

The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope

The Poppy War by R.F Kuang*

So many 90s X-Force comics hahaha why did I just do that

The Vision vol. 1: Little Worse Than a Man by Tom King

The Vision vo1. 2: Little Better Than a Beast by Tom King

March

The Unstoppable Wasp vol. 1: G.I.R.L. Power by Jeremy Whitley*

X-Factor Investigations vol. 1: The Longest Night by Peter David

Angela, Asgard’s Assassin vol 1. Priceless by Marguerite Bennett and Kieron Gillen*

Angela, Queen of Hel: Journey to the Funderworld by Marguerite Bennett*

The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang

The Unstoppable Wasp Unlimited vol. 1: Fix Everything by Jeremy Whitley

Midnighter vol. 1: Out by Steve Orlando

Midnighter vol 2: Hard by Steve Orlando

Midnighter & Apollo by Steve Orlando

Like so many issues of X-Factor Investigations dear GOD

Astonishing X-Men vol. 10: Northstar by Marjorie Liu

Astonishing X-Men vol. 11: Weaponized by Marjorie Liu

Astonishing X-Men vol. 12: Unmasked by Marjorie Liu

Astonishing X-Men vol, 13: Frozen by Marjorie Liu

Die vol. 1: Fantasy Heartbreaker by Kieron Gillen

The Burning God by R.F. Kuang

New Mutants: Dead Souls by Matthew Rosenberg

Die vol. 2: Split the Party by Kieron Gillen

Iceman vol. 1: Thawing Out by Sina Grace*

Tithe by Holly Black

Iceman vol. 2: Absolute Zero by Sina Grace

Iceman vol 3: Amazing Friends by Sina Grace

Shatterstar by Tim Seeley

Extermination by Ed Brisson

Age of X-Man: X-Tremists by Leah Williams

Ruinsong by Julia Ember

X-Force by Ed Brisson

Crier’s War by Nina Varlea

We Can’t Keep Meeting Like This by Rachel Lynn Solomon

Dark Wolverine: the Prince by Marjorie Liu

Daken: Dark Wolverine vol. 1 by Daniel Way and Marjorie Liu

Daken/X-23: Collision by Marjorie Liu

Daken: Dark Wolverine - Big Break by Rob Williams

Daken: Dark Wolverine - The Pride Comes Before the Fall by Rob Williams

Daken: Dark Wolverine - No More Heroes by Rob Williams

House of X/Powers of X by Jonathan Hickman

X-Factor vol. 1 by Leah Williams

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo*

April

Excalibur vol. 1 by Tini Howard

Tam Lin by Pamela Dean

Excalibur vol. 2 by Tini Howard

The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever

The Times I Knew I Was Gay by Eleanor Crewes

Girl Woman Other by Bernardine Evaristo

X-Men: Dark Phoenix Saga by Christ Claremont

All-New Wolverine vol. 1: The Four Sisters by Tom Taylor

The Girls I’ve Been by Tess Sharpe

All-New Wolverine vol 2: Civil War II by Tom Taylor

Marauders vol. 1 by Gerry Dugan

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo

Iron Heart by Nina Varela

Silk & Steel edited by Janine A. Southard

X-Men: Days of Future Past by Chris Claremont

All-New Wolverine vol. 3: Enemy of the State II by Tom Taylor

Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko

The Wild Iris by Louise Glück

New X-Men vol. 1: E is for Extinction by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 2: Imperial by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 3: New Worlds by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 4: Riot at Xavier’s by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 5: Murder at the Mansion by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 6: Assault on Weapon Plus by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 7: Planet X by Grant Morrison

New X-Men vol. 8: Here Comes Tomorrow by Grant Morrison

May

I Hope You’re Listening by Tom Ryan

New Mutants classic vol. 1 by Chris Claremont

All-New Wolverine vol. 4: Immune by Tom Taylor

Generation X vol. 1: Natural Selection by Christina Strain

Generation X vol. 2: Survival of the Fittest by Christina Strain

All-New Wolverine vol. 5: Orphans of X by Tom Taylor

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor*

New Mutants Classic vol. 2 by Christ Claremont

Deeplight by Frances Hardinge

Rogue and Gambit: Ring of Fire by Kelly Thompson

Mr. and Mrs. X vol. 1: Love and Marriage by Kelly Thompson

Mr. and Mrs. X vol. 2: Rogue and Gambit Forever by Kelly Thompson

West Coast Avengers vol. 1: Best Coast by Kelly Thompson

Loki: Agent of Asgard vol. 1: Trust Me by Al Ewing*

New Mutants classic vol. 3 by Chris Claremont

Loki: Agent of Asgard vol. 2: I Cannot Tell a Lie by Al Ewing*

Loki: Agent of Asgard vol. 3: Last Days by Al Ewing*

Norroway vol. 1: The Black Bull of Norroway by Cat and Kit Seaton*

The Unstoppable Wasp vol. 4: G.I.R.L. vs. A.I.M. by Jeremy Whitley

The Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor

Minor Feelings by Cathy Park Hong

How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake*

June

All-New Wolverine vol. 6: Old Woman Laura by Tom Taylor

A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson

Marauders vol. 2 by Gerry Dugan

X-Men vol. 1 by Jonathan Hickman

X-Men vol. 2 by Jonathan Hickman

Persephone in the Late Anthropocene by Megan Grumbling

Magik: Storm and Illyana by Chris Claremont

Longshot by Ann Nocenti

West Coast Avengers vol. 2: City of Evils by Kelly Thompson

Ironheart vol. 1: Those With Courage by Eve Ewing

That Way Madness Lies edited by Dahlia Adler

Black Widow: the Name of the Rose by Marjorie Liu

New Mutants classic vol. 4 by Chris Claremont

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Empyre: X-Men by Jonathan Hickman

Sandman vol. 1: Preludes and Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman

New Mutants classic vol. 5 by Chris Claremont

To Love and to Loathe by Martha Waters

Down Comes the Night by Allison Saft

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen

Madness by Sam Sax

X of Swords by Jonathan Hickman et al

New Mutants classic vol. 6 by Chris Claremont

July

X-Men: From the Ashes by Chris Claremont

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Trans Girl’s Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom

Constantine: The Hellblazer vol. 1: Going Down by Ming Doyle and James Tynion IV

Sissy: A Coming-of-Gender Story by Jacob Tobia

Heartstopper vol. 1 by Alice Oseman*

Heathen vol. 1 by Natasha Alterici

Age of X-Man: Prisoner X by Vita Ayala

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 1: The Faust Act by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie*

All Systems Red by Martha Wells*

Heathen vol. 2 by Natasha Alterici

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman by Laura Kate Dale

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 2 by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie*

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 3 by Kieron Gillen and various others*

Artificial Conditions by Martha Wells

These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong

New Mutants classic vol. 7 by Chris Claremont

The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

X-Men: Mutant Massacre by Chris Claremont

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 4 by Kieron Gillen

The Girl From the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag

August

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado

Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 5 by Kieron Gillen

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 6 by Kieron Gillen

New Mutants: The Return of Legion by Zeb Wells

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 7 by Kieron Gillen

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 8 by Kieron Gillen

Exit Strategy by Martha Wells

X-Men: Fall of the Mutants by Chis Claremont

The Wicked and the Divine vol. 9 by Kieron Gillen

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Midnighter vol. 1: Hard by Steve Orlando*

Midnighter vol. 2: Out by Steve Orlando*

Midnighter and Apollo by Steve Orlando*

Becoming a Man: The Story of a Transition by P. Carl

September

Inferno by Chris Claremont and Louise Simonson

Marvel pride anthology

DC pride anthology

Sabriel by Garth Nix

Batman: Under the Red Hood by Judd Winick

Hellions vol. 1 by Zeb Wells

Rise to the Sun by Leah Johnson

Suicide Squad: Bad Blood by Tom Taylor

Gotham Academy vol. 1 by Becky Cloonan and Brenden Fletcher*

Gotham Academy vol. 2 by Becky Cloonan and Brenden Fletcher*

Gotham Academy: Yearbook by various authors/illustrators*

Gotham Academy/Lumberjanes by Chynna Clugson Flores*

Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales

Gotham Academy: Second Semester vol. 1 by Brenden Fletcher, Becky Cloonan, and Karl Kersch*

Gotham Academy: Second Semester vol. 2 by Brenden Fletcher, Becky Cloonan, and Karl Kersch*

A Wizard’s Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher

Secret Wars by Jonathan Hickman

Odd Spirits by S.T. Gibson

Original Sin: Thor & Loki: The Tenth Realm by Al Ewing

Sunshine by Robin McKinley

Jack of Hearts and Other Parts by L.C. Rosen

October

Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones*

How to Be Ace by Rebecca Burgess

A Dead Djinn in Cairo by P. Djéli Clark

Sandman vol. 2: The Doll’s House by Neil Gaiman

November

The Bone Witch by Rin Chupeco*

Hellblazer vol. 1: Original Sins by Jamie Delano

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

Siege: Battleworld by Kieron Gillen

S.W.O.R.D. vol. 1 by Al Ewing

New Mutants vol. 1 by Vita Ayala

December

Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace

How Moon Fuentez Fell in Love With the Universe by Raquel Vasquez Gillibrand

Hellblazer vol. 2: The Devil You Know by Jamie Delani

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots

Boy in Bloom by Nina Powers

Marvel’s Voices: Identity # 1

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

Eternals vol. 1 by Kieron Gillen

The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente*

Hellions vol. 1 by Zeb Wells*

Comfort Me With Apples by Catherynne M. Valente

Hellions vol. 2 by Zeb Wells

The Secret Lives of Church Ladies by Deesha Philyaw

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman’s Fight to End Ableism by Elsa Sjunneson

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djéli Clark

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The King and I - Brazil - 2010 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Tuca Andrada (Rei), Cláudia Netto (Anna Leonowens), Luciana Bueno (Lady Thiang), Bianca Tadini (Tumptim) The King and I - North Shore Music Theatre - September-October, 2011 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Kate Fisher (Anna Leonowens), Lorenzo Lamas (King of Siam), Lisa Yuen (Lady Thiang), Manna Nichols (Tuptim), Joshua Dela Cruz (Lun Tha), Ron Wisniski (Sir Edward Ramsey) NOTES: Proshot. Performed in the round, one camera on a tripod and sound patched in from the soundboard. The King and I - West End Revival - November 29, 2018 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Kelli O’Hara (Anna Leonowens), Ken Watanabe (King of Siam), Ruthie Ann Miles (Lady Thiang), Na-Young Jeon (Tuptim), Dean John-Wilson (Lun Tha), Edward Baker-Duly (Sir Edward Ramsey), Jon Chew (Prince Chulalongkorn), Edward Baker-Duly (Captain Orton), Billy Marlow (Louis Leonowens), Takao Osawa (Kralahome), William Michael Lee (Phra Alack) NOTES: Ruthie uses a walking stick throughout to aid her recovery from a previous car accident and loss of her two children. She gives an amazing performance. King Kong - Broadway - August 10, 2019 FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Christiani Pitts (Ann Darrow), Eric William Morris (Carl Denham), Erik Lochtefeld (Lumpy) NOTES: The full show, recorded from the rear orchestra on a phone. Most of the video is the August 10th recording but occasionally some promotional footage and the February 9th video are edited in to provide other views. The recording starts off with a lot of wandering, shakiness, and washout but gets better somewhat better as it goes on. Still not as good as an actual video filmed with a camera, but it exists. 1920x1080p, 4.29 GB. King Kong - Broadway - October, 2018 (Preview) (House-Cam's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (SD) CAST: Christiani Pitts (Ann Darrow), Eric William Morris (Carl Denham), Erik Lochtefeld (Lumpy), Harley Jay (Barman), Rory Donovan (Captain Engelhorn/Chief of Police), Jon Hoche (Voice of Kong) NOTES: Full stage shot with clear audio direct from soundboard. Kinky Boots - Broadway - March 15, 2013 (Preview) (Lanelle's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Stark Sands (Charlie Price), Billy Porter (Lola), Annaleigh Ashford (Lauren), Celina Carvajal (Nicola), Daniel Stewart Sherman (Don), Marcus Neville (George), Jonah Halperin (s/b Young Charlie), Marquise Neal (Young Lola) NOTES: Fun show with a pertinent (but not obtrusive) message, Billy Porter is just amazing. This is somewhat more obstructed than other shows because the person in front was leaning forward and moving a lot, so there's a head in some of the scenes. Some shakiness and wandering in between, particularly at the beginning, but otherwise a good video with nice closeups. Complete show including curtain call. A- Kinky Boots - Broadway - July 17, 2018 (NYCG8R's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: David Cook (Charlie Price), Stephane Duret (s/b Lola), Carrie St Louis (Lauren), Caroline Bowman (Nicola), Daniel Stewart Sherman (Don), Marcus Neville (George), Corey Mach (Harry), Eugene Barry-Hill (Simon Sr.), Stephen Berger (Mr. Price), Adinah Alexander (Milan Stage Manager), Cooper Lantz (Young Charlie), Jesús Del Orden (Young Lola) NOTES: Quite a few latecomers that walk in front but nothing too distracting; otherwise very well filmed HD video with clear picture and sound throughout; great video A Kinky Boots - Broadway - May-August, 2017 FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Brendon Urie (Charlie Price), J Harrison Ghee (Lola), Taylor Louderman (Lauren) NOTES: Starts at Sex is in the Heel Kinky Boots - First National Tour - April 17, 2016 (SJ Bernly's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Adam Kaplan (Charlie Price), J Harrison Ghee (Lola), Tiffany Engen (Lauren), Charissa Hogeland (Nicola), Aaron Walpole (Don), Jim J Bullock (George), Josh Tolle (Harry), Shawna M Hamic (Trish), Horace V Rogers (Simon Sr.), Tom Souhrada (Mr. Price), Zach Adkins (Richard Bailey), Patty Lohr (Pat), Annie Edgerton (Milan Stage Manager), Aidan Passaro (Young Charlie), Jomil Elijah Robinson (Young Lola) Kinky Boots - Netherlands Tour - October 27, 2019 FORMAT:  MOV (HD) CAST: Jonathan Demoor (Charlie Price), Naidjim Severina (Lola), Vajèn van den Bosch (Lauren), Linda Verstraten (Nicola), Dennis Willekens (Don), Paul Donkers (George), Jeroen Phaff (Mr. Price) Kinky Boots - Pre-Broadway/Chicago - November 4, 2012 (Closing Night) (SunsetBlvd79's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Stark Sands (Charlie Price), Billy Porter (Lola), Annaleigh Ashford (Lauren), Celina Carvajal (Nicola), Daniel Stewart Sherman (Don), Marcus Neville (George), Andy Kelso (Harry), Jennifer Perry (Trish), Tory Ross (Pat) NOTES: Another beautiful HD capture of the last performance in Chicago before Broadway, where it would go on to win the 2013 Tony. This performance has many changes from the other Chicago Dvd of the first performance. Includes the new song written towards the end of the Chicago run and many line changes. Also includes curtain speech by Stark! A+   Kinky Boots - UK Tour - December 26, 2018 (Matinee) (shoeroom's master) FORMAT:  MOV (HD) CAST: Joshua St Clair (u/s Charlie Price), Kayi Ushe (Lola), Paula Lane (Lauren), Helen Ternent (Nicola), Demitri Lampra (Don), Adam Price (George), Daniel Conway (u/s Harry), Niki Evans (Trish), Fred Smiley (Simon Sr.), Andy Watkins (Mr. Price), George Grayson (u/s Richard Bailey), Lizzie Bea (Pat), Mary Fox (Maggie), Shaun Dalton (Hooch), Alfie Parker (Mutt), Portia Harry (Gemma Louise), Scarlet Gabriel (Milan Stage Manager), John Dempsey (Referee), Connor Collins (Angel #1), Toyan Thomas-Brown (Angel #2), John Dempsey (Angel #3), Chileshé Mondelle (Angel #4), Joshua Lovell (Angel #5), Damon Gould (Angel #6) Kinky Boots - UK Tour - September, 2018 (hitmewithyourbethshot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Joel Harper-Jackson (Charlie Price), Callum Francis (Lola), Paula Lane (Lauren), Helen Ternent (Nicola), Demitri Lampra (Don), Adam Price (George), Joshua St Clair (Harry), Niki Evans (Trish), Fred Smiley (Simon Sr.), Andy Watkins (Mr. Price), Daniel Conway (Richard Bailey), Lizzie Bea (Pat), Scarlet Gabriel (Milan Stage Manager), Connor Collins (Angel #1), John Dempsey (Angel #2), Damon Gould (Angel #3), Joshua Lovell (Angel #4), Chileshé Mondelle (Angel #5), Toyan Thomas-Brown (Angel #6) Kinky Boots - West End - November 27, 2018 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Killian Donnelly (Charlie Price), Matt Henry (Lola), Natalie McQueen (Lauren), Cordelia Farnworth (Nicola), Sean Needham (Don), Antony Reed (George), Jordan Fox (Harry), Anna Stolli (Trish), Robert Grose (Simon Sr.), Graham Kent (Mr. Price), Jonathan Carlton (Richard Bailey), Rosie Glossop (Pat), Emma Odell (Milan Stage Manager), Charlie Underhill (Young Charlie), Temba Mliswa (Young Lola), Jak Allen-Anderson (Angel #1), Jed Berry (Angel #2), Louis Clarke-Clare (Angel #3), Daniel Downing (Angel #4), Jemal Felix (Angel #5), Jon Reynolds (Angel #6), Abbey Addams, Ben Jennings, Ben Larcombe, Christopher Parkinson, David Haydn, Fred Wilcox, Hannah Price, Jude Muir, Kayleb Rene-gray, Keith Higham, Momar Diagne, Olivia Winterflood, Rio Lewis, Robert Jones, Samson Wakayu, Suzie McAdam, Tom Scanlon NOTES: Pro-shot. Filmed live on stage at the Adelphi Theatre (London, England) and distributed commercially. Kiss Me, Kate - British Television Production - April 21, 1964 FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Patricia Morison (Lilli Vanessi / Katharine), Howard Keel (Fred Graham / Petruchio), Isabelle Lucas (Hattie), Millicent Martin (Lois Lane / Bianca), Irving Davies (Bill Calhoun / Lucentio), Eric Barker (Harrison Howell), Danny Green (Gangster / First Man), Bill Owen (Gangster / Second Man) NOTES: This version was rewritten and abbreviated to fit within its 95-minute time slot. A little on the dark side, in black and white with a slight blue tinge, has producer’s counter numbers hard-coded on the screen in the upper third. This version of the show was produced for the launch of a new station in the UK. After months of preparing the launch of the new television station—with it’s brand-new 625 line resolution (until then UK TV’s had a resolution of 405 lines)—the night turned out to be a disaster. 50 minutes before the launch, a fire broke out at a local power station, cutting power to most of London but not the television station. They started the evening’s news show which was to be followed by this broadcast, but it soon became clear that there was no audience, and after a few minutes, the schedule was abandoned. The production was instead shown the next day. The date that’s superimposed on the video is April 20, 1964—the originally scheduled night. It is unclear if this is a fi Kiss Me, Kate - Third Broadway Revival - March, 2019 (NYCG8R's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Kelli O’Hara (Lilli Vanessi / Katharine), Will Chase (Fred Graham / Petruchio), Adrienne Walker (Hattie), James T Lane (Paul), Stephanie Styles (Lois Lane / Bianca), Corbin Bleu (Bill Calhoun / Lucentio), Mel Johnson Jr (Harry Trevor / Baptista), Terence Archie (Harrison Howell), John Pankow (Gangster / First Man), Lance Coadie Williams (Gangster / Second Man) Kruimeltje de musical - The Netherlands - 2012 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (HD) CAST: Joes Brauers (Kruimeltje)