#is Garfield a universal constant???

[toxintouch]

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[leth-writes]

yandere spiderverse

today I’m kinda going insane over the idea of a yandere spiderverse. Just the idea of your death being a canon event in pretty much every universe, the thing that makes or breaks each spider-person (spider-being?). Your death is what either motivates them to become a better hero, or the very thing that corrupts them completely. It’s the difference between being a hero and being a villain. So, you kinda serve as a Gwen figure for most of the spiders.

As a result, when they see Miles’ universe and you’re just… alive, all hell breaks loose.

Since Miles’ universe is a little to the left, especially with all the anomalies, you’re able to slip through that cosmic crack and avoid your death completely. I can honestly see you being a close friend of the Peter that died in Miles’ universe, so when the others all go to Aunt May’s to access his lab, there you are.

You’re giving everyone a tour of the lab, explaining to Miles all the different suits and their purposes and their histories, and they’re all just staring at you, this person they’ve all lost. Peter B.’s having a flashback to you falling, Penny’s thinking about holding you in her arms as you bleed out, Noir’s thinking about seeing you be shot, etc etc. Chaos ensues. They’re NOT letting you get involved, no matter how much you want to help them. You’ve spent the better half of a decade working with Blond! Peter, and you’re used to engaging with all the craziness that comes with the spiders. You’re so used to that particular brand of obsessive you probably don’t even notice how weird they’re all being.

I’m just imagining that it’s a universal constant among the spiders to be a little bit obsessive. I mean even in the films, Andrew Garfield’s Spider-man self-admittedly stalks Gwen all the time. It’s normal for them to keep track of the people they love, using any means necessary. I’m talking following you around, taking pictures of you, stealing your stuff, getting rid of any threats, saving you in case of danger, even trackers in your bag or clothing.

You don’t even blink, you’ve been through all this with Blond! Peter before. It’s honestly a bit comforting, like he’s still watching over you. You’ve had any idea of a normal relationship completely twisted.

That sense of normalcy is also what saves you from being completely kidnapped; if you run, you activate that predator sense they have and they’d give chase, it’s like a horror movie. They definitely let loose, showing their more spidery habits, including that insane flexibility and strength.

You hide behind a dumpster and Peter B. picks it up with one hand, stuff like that.

Anyways, so you don’t run. They still keep you confined to May’s place, who’s more than used to this and doesn’t really notice.

You’re trying to help with the planning and suddenly they’re all blocking your view from the terminal, looming over you, and they’re all like “It’s okay :) Go sit down :) Let Peter B. bring you a hot chocolate, maybe give you a back massage!”

They love that loose, easy sense of affection you have. It’s nice, many of them have been completely isolated since your death, too emotionally wrecked to feel comfortable reaching out or making new friends. Besides, no one could replace you.

You’re probably closest to Peter. He lost you almost a decade ago in his universe, so it’s like looking into the past. He has this almost paternal sense looking at you, he’s so protective he won’t let you out of his sight. He’s particularly disarming, so even if he’s not letting you leave, it comes off almost as a joke. Still, he can be intimidating when he’s pinning you down to the chair with webs and telling you not to worry, that he’ll take care of the Prowler once and for all, that he won’t let you get hurt ever again.

Gwen hadn’t known you very well when she’d lost you, she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to kidnap you; you died in the same incident that took Peter from her, and that caused the rift between her and her father. It practically ruins her life, losing everyone and everything she’s ever loved in one moment. It hurts even worse knowing she’ll never get to grow closer to you; she was trying not to weird you out with how intense her feelings were. It’s her greatest regret, not just kidnapping you when she got the chance. She makes sure to work with Peter, keeping you trapped in May’s house. She’s the most likely to physically restrain you, with or without her webs.

Noir is used to the grim realities of his world, but losing you sucked every last bit of variety and life out of him. He becomes disillusioned with the system, harsher and harsher and less likely to pull back when fighting. He loses all regard for himself or for others. Seeing you is the most intense burst of color he’s ever seen; he never realized what he was missing, not being able to see the shine of your skin, the gleam in your eyes, the way the sun catches your hair just right so you look like you’re glowing. He’s entranced by your beauty, and you’re most likely to find him just kinda staring at you. It��s honestly kinda creepy, but hey, all the spiders stare at you, so you find yourself putting it out of mind.

[str8aura-no-not-that-one]

On Watchmen

"The time has come, it seems, to make a new Watchmen."

I cannot help but fidget a little in my seat, and I imagine, make a rather unsightly grimace.

The man across from me takes note.

"You seem bothered."

"I am, a bit." I admit.

"Are you surprised?" He asks. "This is a very popular IP, and practically critic-proof as far as monetary gain goes."

"I'm not surprised."

"Disappointed, then? I would expect better of you. This is far from the furthest line we've crossed."

"I don't know what I am. A little sad, perhaps." I have never particularly felt wrong speaking my mind in front of him.

"I can see why you would be. This is a very important story to many people; The author was against further entries. You and many others put it on a pedestal above the rest of our stories; Something untouchable. I don't see these types of complaints about Prez."

"No, I suppose you don't." I acknowledge. "But you must understand the opinion of the public- It's a common enough sentiment these days that nothing is sacred. Reboots and retools get them all eventually. In your part as a consumer of media, separated from your job, don't you understand that grief?"

He nods. "Of course I understand it. But it's simply not feasible. Watchmen is a very good story- It's also a very old story. Everybody knows of it, but less know what is contained within. That number will shrink in the coming years."

"You consider this a blessing, then? Goodwill unto men?"

"In a way, I suppose. Like many beloved stories, we dip our paws in both pools- Sometimes, we simply rerelease the original story, told in a slightly new manner, with a few changes made. Do you regret those decisions?"

I reflect on the movies, both live action and animated. "No, I suppose not. Not if it holds true to the spirit of the original. The choice to remove the squid notwithstanding."

"No, you don't- You regret the other pool. The choice to add new stories to the preexisting universe, don't you?"

"Doesn't everyone?" I argue. "It's a common enough complaint about media IPs these days- The Lion King, Star Wars- That we can't let a good story die. That they keep growing, and growing, in scope and scale, each trying to outclass the previous, until the universe becomes..." I search for the right word. "Impenetrable? Everything is fantastic and grandiose. The world ceases to feel lived in, the plot ceases to feel special. When everyone is special..."

"I've heard it before, yes." He replys impatiently. "But you act as if a story requires an end. Nothing ever ends- We don't let them end. And that is not a corporate tenet alone. All over the globe, all throughout time, people have taken stories they loved and added onto them. New takes, new interpretations- And it has never destroyed the original."

"But it does feel sacrilegious. Capitalism demands constant growth. Is that not the prime pointer to the fact that capitalism is inherently evil?"

"You make it an issue of profit. And in a way, it is. I don't pretend I don't do this primarily for money. But what about everybody under me who will work on it? Are they soulless defiances of true art as well? There will always be passion in the telling of a story, at at least one stage. But the storytellers all understand somehow that this is what must be done. We cannot in good faith leave it alone."

He gestures with his hand. "Let us put it another way. Take a story which will, truly, never end- Garfield. The Simpsons. Over time and time enough, and enough repetitions, patterns form. They become something larger than a story. Observers come to recognize the shapes, the beats, that repeat every time. They mock the flesh they feed from. And none are familiar with the beast in its entirety, head to tail, except those who do it out of spite. Yet- They know it."

"But Watchmen is not episodic. It never was." I reply.

He makes a pointed jab. "Mark that down for later. I may return to that idea. But you're right; Still, there will be a pattern, given enough repetitions. And it will ingrain itself in the public consciousness. Do you think often about the future? We have been making comics for a long time, it seems. But do you not think we will continue to do so for even longer? That one day, we may celebrate 300 Years of DC? 500? A thousand?"

"Is that something to strive for?" I ask curiously.

"What would happen to our stories if we didn't? People forget, Dan. Batman may remain as some trivia of the past, but even he is not immortal. Nothing is. But still, we rage, rage against the dying of the light to keep him alive, and the flame is strong. One day it may not be."

"You say that as if you do this just for the love of stories." I accuse.

"We all love stories, Dan." He says calmly. "But they must have the capacity to survive. What I do by demanding this pattern is capitalist, but it is the capitalist way of doing something we all try to do on our own, every day; defend against time."

He snaps his fingers, remembering. "I did something rare this year, and read one of our to be published comics. By the end, I was sobbing openly. I had never read such beautiful poetry in my life. So it went out on shelves, and nobody bought it. An alienating premise, perhaps. Some victim of the culture wars. Maybe a cosmic fluke. Nevertheless, I turned my back on it, and we will never publish it again."

"Doesn't that make you sad?"

"Death is always sad. But something about it could not survive. Billions of stories are thrown into the void every day, Dan- Few survive. When one of them does, we must keep it alive. And that means repetition, even to the point of audience revulsion; And we must keep it fresh. By God, we must keep it fresh, and larger than it was before. Not just a pattern; A golden spiral, where we begin at the bottom and grow. Not forever; But long enough, if we're lucky."

"And how do you intend to do that today?"

"We bring back Rorschach."

The calmness of the statement floors me, and I deliberately misunderstand for a moment to protect myself. "We already did that."

"We bring back Kovacs." He clarifies.

Now I truly am flabbergasted. "You're shitting me."

"I'm not." He doesn't bat an eye at my vulgarity.

"We'd have riots. People would boycott in protest."

"They used to say the only people who stayed dead in comics were Uncle Ben, Bucky Barnes, and Jason Todd. They may hate us, but deep down, they don't only expect it- They enjoy it. In a deeply, deeply masochistic way, they enjoy it. Even if they complain like you said, that we will not let a good story die, the moment a story becomes slightly dated, they wail just as loudly that none of the youth know about it. We cannot please both conflicting beliefs. We must choose a side, and in that way, nothing is sacred."

"But Watchmen is sacred." I lean forward in my seat, impassioned. "It echoes through time- Just recently, the scene of his death became a minor internet meme."

"We brought back Bubastis. We brought back Doctor Manhattan. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle brought back Sherlock Holmes. A conclusion is never really a conclusion, even the best of them. We've been dancing around this one for so long, to really make them squeal- Now comes the release of tension. A great outcry, then we apologize. Then, in ten years, we do it again. And it becomes a new part of our pattern."

"I don't care on what timescale you look. This is right now. It's wrong. It's like tearing a hole in the Mona Lisa."

"We all crave to see something beautiful destroyed. I'm not the monster- I am just a mortal man, a thread who must carry on the spiral this generation. The man after me will try to do the same."

I lean back in my seat, calming myself, but I still remain steadfast. "I won't go for it. Nobody will. When were you even planning on doing this?"

My boss smiled.

"Do it?"

[clandestone]

 //   (  andrew garfield  .  cismale  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻  lachlan rose  ,  a  thirty-five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  seven years in total.  the prodigal son    is  known  for  being  charismatic  and  manipulative  and  is  often  associated  with  the constant and compulsive need for applause, the pit of fear that has lingered inside you since childhood, gnashing teeth and heart palpitations hidden behind an effortless smile.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a  town council member and a director at the parrish center for the arts ,  word  travels  fast  .

the basics

Name: lachlan rose Nicknames: lach, lachy, rose, bastard man Gender: cis-male, he/him Sexual Orientation: bisexual, homoromantic Age: 35 Birthday: November 4, 1990 Occupation: town council member, director at the parrish center for the arts Marital Status: single Pets: an orange cat named skimbleshanks Positive Traits: charismatic, passionate, sentimental, incredibly talented Negative Traits: manipulative, arrogant, insecure, hot-headed, demanding, condescending 

aesthetics

Inspiration: roman roy (succession), marvin (falsettos), blair waldorf (gossip girl), julien (the secret history), william shuester (glee), abby lee miller (dance moms), dennis reynolds (iasip), this video Animal: coyote Tarot Card: the moon Zodiac: scorpio no hesitation  Element: water  Mineral: pyrite Song: im your man - mitski

Backstory 

Surely it was written in the stars! How else could such a sweet soul curdle and rot? Or is hemlock still poison- even when it’s just a sprout?  Lachlan was born out of something more sinister than love. It was a wordless decision, to try for a second child- that was just what was supposed to happen, right? The first child forced their parents into marriage, but if they could just push out another one, maybe everyone would stop whispering about the rushed nuptials and loveless marriage. Maybe they could love this one without resentment, since it’s their choice now, right?  They would try once more after Lachlan, but that child was looked at with the same calculating, discerning gaze as the other two. The Rose family would live in some deranged harmony together, until their father had enough of the charade. The divorce papers were served at Lachlan’s ninth birthday party, and within a week his mother was on a plane from London, back to her hometown of Red Creek.  The children stayed in London. That was what their father wanted, so that is where they stayed. Now, the trouble with being raised by wolves is how comfortable you get with snarling and biting your way through life. To take what you needed, or starve. Lachlan took what he’d been taught, honed his personality until he was just as cutthroat as his father raised him to be. He fell from grace at age sixteen, when he was caught selling fake test answers to his fellow students. He didn’t know the material well enough to pass the exam, but he could so easily make himself look better in comparison, so he took action.  He didn’t stay to see his father’s reaction to his suspension- he just packed his essentials and got on a plane to Detroit, where his mother was waiting to drive him to Red Creek. He stayed there until he graduated, and while he was miserable in such a small town, it allowed him to realign himself into something different, something worthy of being loved. It took untold thousands of dollars in dance classes and acting lessons, but Lachlan was accepted into the University of Michigan’s musical theater program. Finally, he was somewhere he felt truly talented, truly loved. He’d been performing since he was young, and he’d always loved the stage, but he didn’t realize just how talented he was. Immediately after graduation, he booked a two-year contract on a national tour, and for the next six years he performed in multiple off-broadway productions, and was in the ensemble for two broadway shows. Any progress he'd made towards being an actual good, honest person was reversed once he got into the industry. Just like in his childhood, manipulation and sabotage were rewarded. Once again, he had to be a knife, to be cutthroat, just like his daddy taught him. He was a rising star, a true up-and-comer, constantly told he was destined for incredible things. There were rumors that he was being courted as a lead in a new broadway show, but no one ever got to find out if they were true or not- Lachlan had abandoned his apartment in New York and moved to Red Creek almost overnight.  Lachlan has been in Red Creek for five years now, but he has not abandoned his passions- he just made them a bit smaller. When he’s not at the school, he can often be found at the Parrish Center for the Arts, planning or rehearsing or performing various productions. He also frequents the Lakeside Grill every Friday night, and can be found at the Warehouse on Saturdays. 

Wanted Connections

an actually close friend- he has 1 (one) person who actually knows him and has seen him be vulnerable. probably is the only one to know how tough his childhood was. one of the only people in his life that he loves unconditionally. maybe they've been through something together, or maybe they're just platonic soulmates. either way, this is the only healthy-ish relationship he has- and even then, he probably manipulates them too. it's just his nature! - taken by pandora gore

casual friends- lachlan is one of those people that shines such a warm, bright light on the ones in his favor, but leaves others out in the cold. he is very blair waldorf, in that he expects everyone to have some kind of use for him, otherwise why keep them around?

high school friends- people he was close with for the two years that he was in high school. they would have known him when he was actively trying to be a good and honest person, and they either don't recognize who he is now, or constantly make excuses for the way he treats people as disposable.

exes/flings- keep things interesting!

people he has abandoned- the natural evolution of some of his friends. people who he felt didn't offer him anything, or raise his standing. people who were once in his spotlight but have now been tossed under the bed (like jessie in toy story 2 during that sad song)

his siblings- his older and younger sibling, who would have endured the same childhood. they hate each other but are also co-dependent. - (1/2) taken by penelope beaufort-rose

[drowsyr]

top ten stobin halloween costumes:

10. barbie and ken. well actually ken and ken bc there was some miscommunication over who was going as who (steve figured robin was going as barbie bc Girl and robin just wanted to go as ken and figured it would be a better costume if they swapped dolls and then did not communicate this to steve) however nobody knew who they were supposed to be bc there was no iconic ken outfit at the time

9. garfield and odie. just made up of dog/cat ear headbands, yellow/orange shirts, and new name tags on their family video vest. lazy perhaps

8. jonathan + argyle. universally panned by the party bc neither of them had long enough hair to effectively be argyle. esp bc robin went as argyle and had just recently gotten a buzzcut in a panic the week before and the funky patterned pants and button up combo artfully curated at the salvation army could not compensate. however steve’s costume included constant comments abt the smiths, the who, the clash etc which did go over especially well with nancy and argyle

7. marty mcfly. steve tried to convince robin to be the love interest from the movie but only got as far as saying love interest before robin interrupted and asked if he even knew her name (he didn’t and neither did she) and said her dad already had the vest so she should get to be marty mcfly!! at which point steve was like ugh fine. and thought about admitting that he could ask dustin for a lab coat to borrow or ask max to steal one from the science lab but didn’t bc he couldn’t stand the thought of wrecking his hair to look like doc brown. so they just ended up both going as marty mcfly. dustin was doc brown

6. luke and han solo. actually accidental they independently showed up to a party while having a minor fight and realized they were still in matching costumes. drunkenly cried in the upstairs bathroom and made up. this was pre robin’s haircut and was one of the Incidents she gave as evidence for why she needed to cut her hair

5. batman and robin. robin was able to successfully bully steve into being robin. done before robin-with-pants became recognizable so they settled on green-dyed denim shorts (a lovely contribution from the goodwill). robin strangerthings had a fully decked out utility belt lovingly rendered in cardboard and acrylic paint by will with oversight from max. max herself has gone as batman as well (and wonder woman obviously) and used the same utility belt.

4. luke and leia. only successfully coordinated movie costume. this was post robin’s haircut so she went as luke and steve went as leia. obviously went as the classic versions to match even more.

3. their dnd characters as portrayed in an epic six week campaign run by erica sinclair the summer of 1987. caused chaos in the party who had not known about said campaign at the time of it being played and were only slightly devastated by the fact that they hadn’t been informed. only erica and dustin knew who they were dressed as but erica was thrilled :)

2. butterfly + caterpillar. robin dated an art/sculpture student while in college who was really into papier mache. she made them overly elaborate costumes to model for a final project + and they took them back from her dorm after the brutal breakup brought on by a disagreement over joan jett. steve was the butterfly and robin was the caterpillar. they were theeee most inconvenient costumes to wear to a party but they got a lot of compliments and it was a great story to tell people

1. each other obviously. repeated at least four(/“five”. it’s disputed) times, including twice in one year when they were trying to hit as many costume parties as possible in one week. they still argue that the year where halloween was just on a tuesday and they swapped name tags for their shift totally counts. this is not one of the four times.

[lakesbian]

i do think we should drag everyone who treats christmas like a universal constant out into the street and shoot them like garfield the wise cat once suggested

[agentnico]

We Live in Time (2024) review

Not going to lie, I got really excited when the carousel-horse-that-became-a-meme appeared on screen.

Plot: An up-and-coming chef and a recent divorcée find their lives forever changed when a chance encounter brings them together, in a decade-spanning, deeply moving romance.

Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield are both very talented young actors, who offer some consistently great performances. Pugh should be giving all the credit in the world for being one of the only interesting characters of the modern era of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and Garfield never fails to impress with his post-Spidey roles in films like Hacksaw Ridge, Tick…Tick…Boom! and Silence, so when it was announced that these two lovely chums were going to be starring together in a romantic drama, I naturally was enticed. And after seeing the trailer I went into this movie expecting to see Andrew Garfield’s character watch his girlfriend (Pugh) die from cancer. What I got was Andrew Garfield’s character watching his girlfriend (Pugh) die from cancer. Why the hell did this movie think it was okay to meet my expectations??!

That’s the primary issue with We Live in Time. It’s the kind of depressing romance about a lover seeing their partner die from an illness which we have seen countless of times before, with the movie putting its focus on setting up scenes to have a dramatic and emotional gut-punch. But because every other scene has to have that aforementioned gut-punch, as a whole package it loses that emotional effect. However additionally We Live in Time makes a bold narrative choice by employing a nonlinear structure. Evidently a creative choice to add complexity to the story, making the experience feel like a series of fragmented memories or dreamlike flashbacks, it comes at the cost of emotional connection. The constant jumping between different moments in the relationship prevents the audience from fully immersing themselves in key events. As such I found myself not really caring much for what was happening.

For example I wish we had a deeper dive into Almut’s (Florence Pugh) career as a chef. We are told that cooking is her passion, but the film does not spend much time exploring why this is so important to her, nor providing much of an backstory to it, so when the final act of the film revolves around her going for her supposed dream, again it backfires a little, as we as an audience we’re not given any hook to actually connect with her determination.

Despite its shortcomings, the two leads are fantastic. Both Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield are the kind of actors that are really good at finding chemistry with any actor they are partnered with, so when these two are couple together it’s sparks flying. They manage to convey raw emotion with depth, managing to at least get some emotion out of a script and a film structure that do everything to limit said emotion. Also, is it just me or is this now in Florence Pugh’s contract to show off her boobs on screen? This is the second time in a row she’s done so. On the other hand Garfield must have a clause in his contract that he must have a scene where he has a passionate argument with his partner. So I guess every actor has their kinks, just saying.

We Live in Time is not a revolutionary movie, and it’s something we have seen plenty of times before, only here it is also hindered by questionable directorial choices. I really wanted to love this due to being a fan of both the actors, but this movie was a slog.

Overall score: 5/10

[geekcavepodcast]

Beast Boy to the Rescue in “Titans: Beast World”

DC Comics has announced a “Dawn of DC” crossover event spinning out of Tom Taylor and Nicola Scott’s Titans run. Titans: Beast World hails from writer Tom Taylor and artist Ivan Reis. The series will also connect into Titans and Nightwing. The “Beast World” storyline will kick off, though, in Tales of the Titans #4 (on sale on October 24, 2023) from Andrew Constant and Brandt & Stein as Beast Boy deals with his own crisis following the events of Dark Crisis.

The DC Universe faces a new threat, “an intergalactic Sea Star—a conqueror like Starro, but one that is far more frightening. Superman, Wonder Woman, Starfire—all are powerless to stop The Necrostar from ending all life on Earth. And the only Super Hero who can save the world is...Beast Boy?! 

With Nightwing, Raven, Cyborg and the Titans beside him, can Garfield Logan rise to battle an ancient evil? Or is he doomed to become the greatest threat to the DC Universe? What will Amanda Waller do to take advantage of the situation as millions of people are changed into rampaging creatures? And can humanity survive all-powerful Super Heroes and Super-Villains transformed into ferocious beasts?” (DC Comics)

Titans: Beast World #1 goes on sale in November 2023.

(Image via DC Comics - Cover of Titans: Beast World #1)

[lxinesux]

hey hi hello its starry from ao3 jus wondering,..,.,. r there any plans for a spidergwen x garfield!spidey fic in the near future? wink wonk ;))))))

OMFG HI STARRY

YES IVE BEEN RUMINATING ON IT!!! i have some scenes planned out in my head and have been stewing over them trying to make a cohesive plot.

mostly ik its gonna be angsty on both sides and ik i want it through gwens pov!

i want a mix of emma stones gwen and the gwen from across the spider verse. im gonna need to really figure out how to incorporate gwens universe hoping in a convincing way.

i have an angst filled unmasking scene tht is on constant replay in my brain. but i dun wanna gib spoilers bc i dunno if itll end up in the final cut .3.

i have a few other projects/requests i gotta tackle before i start scheming but im DEFFO making notes and thinking thots (and attempting an outline lmao)

ily ❤️❤️❤️

[boygirlctommy]

I was wrong

I admit it.

-Nermal-Tubbo Anon

(Who IS Tubbo then?)

that was like instantaneous im kindof impressed. tubbo is whoever i feel like making him in the moment. maybe garfield. maybe odie. maybe jon. the only universal constant is nermal as schlatt

[lboogie1906]

Tuskegee Airman Lieutenant Sam Martin Bruce (December 7, 1915 - January 27, 1944) was born in Houston. His father died when he was a young boy. His mother remarried and the family relocated to Seattle. He graduated from Garfield High School and enrolled at North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University. He married Grace Foy (1939).

When the federal government created the Tuskegee Airmen program, he became one of the first volunteers to enter the Tuskegee Flight School. He graduated on September 6, 1942, as a second lieutenant in class 42-H-SE. He was assigned to the 99th Fighter Squadron under the command of Colonel Benjamin O. Davis, Jr. Members of the 99th Pursuit Squadron were some of the first Tuskegee Airmen to complete their training and be sent to Europe after the US entered WWII.

The 99th Pursuit Squadron was the first all-African American pursuit squadron that consisted of pilots, navigators, bombardiers, maintenance and support staff, instructors, and other personnel responsible for keeping the planes in the air. They were the direct result of the constant pressure on the Franklin Roosevelt Administration from African Americans demanding a larger role in the military and an end to the ban on African American pilots.

He served in the 99th Fighter Squadron before the unit was sent to North Africa in 1943 and redeployed to Italy early in 1944. He went missing in action on January 27, 1944, while pursuing a German fighter plane during the Battle of Anzio. He was pronounced dead. He was one of the first pilots to die in WWII combat. Sadly, he never had a chance to meet his only daughter, as she was born a month after his death. He was buried in Italy but at the request of his mother, his body was returned to Seattle.

Tuskegee Airmen and their supporters in the Seattle area created the Sam Bruce Chapter of the Tuskegee Airmen, Inc. in 1975. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[cinabunny07]

Garfield should be a universal constant because only a universal constant could be rooted against this much

NOOO CHA CHA

[corvigae]

Clint: ...You go see Garfield in the Financial Department-

Griffin: *snorts*

[darling-i-read-it]

Your Me

Andrews!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SPIDERMAN SPOILERS, sadness, talks of death

Author’s Note: Lots of you had this idea lol so i hope I gave it justice! Thank you for intrusting me with it <3 Did I even get the Peter numbers right I have no idea (also I lied to you all I wrote this on my hotel bed between park visits)

Requested: by anon, Yello!!! I saw you were taking requests and I immediately had to ask for a nwh Garfield x fem! Reader where he comes through the portal and the reader is like “wow you’re pretty” and he’s so cute and flustered. Then later she’s the one he saves rather than mj

Requested: by @mads-weasley, Hi!! I love your writing soo much! I saw where you said you've seen No Way Home, so I was wondering if you could write a Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader where he had a (y/n) on his earth and she was his girlfriend instead of Gwen. Then he sees her in (Tom) Peter's world and gets all emotional. He doesn't tell her why though. They flirt throughout the time he was there and maybe she almost dies or something in the big fight scene at the end but he saves her. Afterwards, he tells her how he couldn't save his (y/n), and that he'd never let it happen again. Kissing and fluff ensues. Sorry that makes absolutely NO sense!! Thank you for all that you do! <3

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You were more worried for Peter than you cared to admit. The guy and you had only just recently become friends, which just so happened to be the worst time to be friends with Peter Parker. You had been effectively unable to get into any college, not to mention the constant danger you seemed to find yourself under.

MJ eyed the box that would send all the villains from other universes back into their universe. You had a hard time not pacing back and forth in Ned's dining room. You were stressing them out but you couldn’t help yourself. This was your first time in a life or death situation like this one.

“Would you sit down?” MJ asked, looking up at you. You laughed dryly.

“No,” you deadpanned.

“You should go and help my Lola in the kitchen,” Ned said, gesturing to the other room. You hardened your jaw, knocking they were just trying to get away from you. You didn’t blame them .

“Are you gonna open that thing?” you asked MJ. She looked down at it, swallowing hard.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. You turned around and walked through the house to the kitchen. Ned’s grandma wasn’t in there, she must have gone upstairs. You let out a sigh and leaned against the sink, hoping for a moment of clarity. How would Peter even manage this? With the whole world after him, not to mention the deadly villains who you didn’t trust? You felt for MJ. You could never send your boyfriend out to do something like this, you would feel far too guilty.

There was a crash in the dining room. You turned around quickly, grabbing a knife off the knife block. You rushed back in. There was a man standing there, facing away from you. He had his hands raised and a spider suit on, though it was different from Peters. You held the knife up worriedly, eyeing Ned and MJ who were on the other side of the man.

“I’m the Spider-Man of my universe,” the man explained. You narrowed your eyes, confused. How did he get in this living room, even if he was Spider-Man? You held the knife shaking in your hand.

“Prove it,” MJ said. She picked up a piece of bread and tossed it at him. He flinched but didn’t catch it.

“What was that for?!”

“I wanted to see if you had Peter’s..tingle!” MJ explained, backing away from him.

“I do have the tingle but not for bread,” this new Peter explained. He turned around as you took another step forward and grabbed the hilt of the knife out of your hand. You jumped, finally seeing his face. You were shocked that he didn’t look like your Peter at all. You stumbled back, not even trying to pull away from his grip on your wrist.

“You’re Peter?” you asked, amazed. “But you’re so…cute!”

This Peter stopped the moment he saw your face. He held your wrist in his hand, the familiar feeling of it stunning him. It had been an odd few days without a doubt but..this? You? It was like the world was playing some sort of sick joke on him. He apparently didn’t look like your Peter but you sure looked like his Y/N.

He flushed at your compliment but was probably blushing more at the memory of you, the faint ghost in his mind that he hadn’t realized faded so much. The memory had loosened around the edges. He hadn’t remembered the crinkle beside your eye or the way you smiled when you complimented him.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“Uh…new Peter? You okay there?” MJ asked. You were staring at each other. He seemed so familiar in the way that you trusted him immediately. You weren’t sure what it was about the kindness in his eyes but you couldn’t help but want to stay right where you were.

“Yeah.” Peter cleared his throat and let you go, to both of your dismay. “I’m good.”

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Peter 2, the eldest of the three of them, was watching Peter 3, the one you had met and felt a connection with, at the lab. Your Peter was whispering with MJ, talking about the plan, enjoying each other's presence.

“Do you have someone?” Peter 2 asked. Peter 3 turned his head in surprise then looked back down at the work he was doing. He shook his head slightly.

“No. Don’t really have the time for Peter Parker stuff,” he explained. Peter 2 nodded. He knew that all too well. There had been a portion of his life that surrounded only Spider-Man, so much so he forgot he was living a double life instead of just one. “Do you?”

“Uh…it’s complicated.”

“Not really in the cards for guys like us huh?”

The door opened and you walked inside, holding some chemicals that your Peter had asked for. You walked up to him, handing him what he wanted. He chatted with you for a moment. You didn’t leave Peter 3’s gaze. He was enthralled with your every move like he was trying to memorize you before he disappeared again. Peter 2 followed his gaze and his eyes softened.

“Is that her?” Peter 3 sat up, laughing, shaking his head.

“No, no…” But it was pretty obvious from the look on his face that you meant something to him.

“Peter! You Peter,” you said, pointing to Peter 3. You walked over to him and he lit up as you did so, standing up straight. You put bottles of stuff in front of him. “Is this right? I kinda suck at science,” you admitted. He nodded quickly.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” he said. You nodded, smiling.

“Anything for Peter. Any one of you.” You moved on to Peter 2 but he watched, unable to keep his eyes off you when you were in here.

“Actually…I think this is just water,” Peter 3 said, picking up one of the vials.

“You asked for H20!” you said, walking back to him.

“I absolutely did not,” he told you, laughing. You picked it up.

“Well maybe I just wanted you to stay hydrated,” you said, crossing your arms in front of him.

“I didn’t get any water,” your Peter exclaimed.

“You have a whole girlfriend for that,” you said, pointing at MJ whose eyes went wide.

“I am not his errand boy,” she said. You turned back to Peter 2.

“I can take it back if you don’t want it. I could always use more water.” He shook his head, heart full.

“No, no. Thank you Y/N.” You nodded once and sat down to help him where you could, though it seemed you were just there for emotional support. Peter 1 chose not to say anything. Peter 2 decided that it was you after all. He wondered what happened to you in Peter 2’s life that caused him to be so emotional right then.

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“Ned take deep breaths. Focus your mind,” you said, staring at the open portal. MJ was holding the box but Ned was not doing the only job he had. You breathed heavily, gesturing with your hands as though it would help Ned.

“We’ll just keep trying,” MJ explained. You nodded and Ned was quickly trying to get you three safe. Your eyes went wide. There was a Lizard barreling it’s way towards you. You hit Ned and turned to MJ.

“We should run!” you exclaimed, turning around and sprinting away. Connors came barreling through the lab, just narrowly missing MJ. You ran back through the portal, suddenly on the top of the scaffolding of the statue of liberty. The Peters were swinging around but it was hard to distinguish which ones were which.

You turned around, finding yourself cornered. The Lizard was fighting someone new now and you slipped, falling off the edge of the scaffolding.

Your scream was delayed. For a moment you didn’t even realize what kind of condition you were in. This was it. You were falling and you would die, helping Spider-Man. You close your eyes satisfied with the death you were going to have when you felt arms around you.

You opened your eyes. You were on the ground. Peter 3 had his arms around you, tears in his eyes.

Then you understood. You had died in his arms before.

“Peter…” you whispered. He nodded and gently let you down.

“Are you okay?” he asked, choking up. You nodded, hugging him briefly. He wrapped his entire body around you.

“Yeah,” you breathed. You pulled away, far too quickly for his liking and gestured to the other Peters. “You have a job to do,” you told him and he nodded quickly, swinging away.

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Strange was floating far above you.

“Peter! My Peter!” You waved him over. He swung over. You gestured to the two Spider-Mans on the shield below you. “Take me over to them please.” He nodded and didn’t question you. You wrapped your arms around him and he swung you over. You landed and Peter 2 walked up to you, his arms wrapped around Peter 3 who seemed to be bleeding out.

You walked up to him in two long strides and kissed him. He melted into your touch, going quite literally weak at the knees.

“Sorry we have to say goodbye so soon,” you whispered.

“Me too,” he said and his voice was weak. You could hear the tears in his eyes.

“I just wanted to say goodbye before you were gone. Bye Peter 2. I hope you can get that stitched up.” He laughed, shrugging.

“Yeah, me too,” he said laughing. You backed away a bit. Peter 2 held your hand until you were too far away to touch.

“Whatever happened with the other me…it wasn’t your fault. So stop beating yourself up over it.” His chin quivered and he looked down at his feet.

“Thank you.”

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Who Are You Really (5)

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: this taglist is so long y'all... but it is still open believe it or not! Anyways enjoy this it's getting sadder.

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Warnings: ⚠️NO WAY HOME SPOILERS⚠️ angst, canon typical dialogue

It's quiet uptown...

Waiting on the rooftop of the school building for Ned and MJ to comfort Peter, you took the time to sync your mask back up with your suit, the shades turning a shining white when you were finished.

"I never caught your name, and forgive my assumptions, but you don't exactly look like a Peter Parker to me," the newest Peter said, catching your attention as you waited for the signal.

You chucked at him for a moment, tilting your head in pondering what you should tell him. Your hero name maybe? No, you weren't even a hero. It wouldn't hurt to let another Peter know about your identity. He'd already seen your face, what was the harm.

"I'm Y/n, I actually go to school with Ned and MJ.... and Peter," you motioned to them down on the lower part of the roof. Peter was in tears. You knew what happened to his aunt and it was weighing heavily on you. You'd lost someone incredibly close to you too, and it had caused you to quit doing your work as an unknown vigilante. You hoped he wouldn't give up like you had.

"Poor kid, I remember what it feels like... having it so fresh in your mind like that," older Peter dropped his head with a heavy sigh of sorrow. It held sadness for himself, and for the kid we watched below.

"It just feels like you've gotten your heart ripped out, and no matter what you do..." your Peter trailed of in reply to the other. It was awful to think about the day it happened to you. You cried yourself to sleep that night and every night after for a month. Food tasted bland and flavorless. School seemed to drone on for hours more than it normally did. Life felt pointless, because you couldn't save the one person who you felt depended on you the most. It was your fault they didn't make it.

"You can't make it beat again," you finshed for him, and he looked at you sadly, nodding his head in agreement. You knew. It caused so much pain to lose the only one you wanted to keep safe more than anyone else in your life.

"Exactly."

Both Peters turned their heads at the feeling of eyes on them. The spidey senses were working overtime, having it be that two other versions of themselves are wandering around together in the same universe.

They both jumped down, leaving you to secure a cable around the pinpoint of the building and repell down the side.

The Peter you'd known from English class was absolutely wrecked. Destroyed in every sense of the word. You wanted to help him in any way you could, but you were so useless compared to the others. Even Ned Leeds had a one up on you, which was literally magic.

Peter was defensive at first, not wanting to hear any advice or suggestions from the others. You couldn't possibly blame him, because he's been through maybe the most traumatic experience of his life tonight, and it could only get worse from here.

He was about to send everyone home with a press of a button on the golden box that MJ had brought with them, but she held it away from his grip, telling him with her expression to listen. They may be outsiders, but they were still spidermen, and more than likely had their own stories of loss. You were only just discussing it.

The eldest Peter Parker had told about his experience with his uncle Ben. He wasn't able to save him, and when he died, he went after and killed the man responsible. It didn't make him feel better, it just made matters worse.

Your Peter took a step forward, explaining the loss of his dear love, his Gwen. The MJ of his universe. She was everything to him and he couldn't save her.... after that he turned bitter, and agressive. He knew she wanted him to be better but he was overrun with the constant need to overpower any threat that came near. That's not what he was meant for, and he didn't want the Peter of this world to end up the same way.

You saw the tears building in his eyes, and it built in you your own sorrow to think he had to endure such a thing.

It was only when everyone's eyes were on you that you realized something was expected of you also. You weren't sure why, because you had no intentions of sharing, and you didn't think your input would be valuable. You thought only of yourself as an accessory to all this. Someone to help when they could, drive down the sidelines if needed.

"Me?" You shook your head, letting out a breath in vain. "I can't offer you anything. If at all, you should look at me as an example of what not to do. I lost my mom during the blip, and when I came back she was just gone, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. After that I quit doing my nightly runs. I gave up on helping others because I couldn't even be there to take care of what I had... I regret it everyday. I've seen some pretty bad things happen to some good people, all because I was too selfish to do anything about it. Don't be like me, Peter."

Peter seemed grateful for everything said, but it didn't change the fact that he wanted to kill the Golbin. The one who took away his aunt May from him, leaving him as an orphaned teenager all lone in the pits of New York City. He still had the anger built up, and it needed to be resolved, one way or another.

His tears escalated when he spoke of her last moments, the words that she told him that still rung out in his ears all these hours later, telling him to keep doing the right thing.

"She told me that with great power," he paused, catching his breath, but older Peter finished for him before he could continue.

"Comes great responsibility."

Peter looked so overwhelmingly distraught, as if he never expected those words to come from anyone else but his Aunt. Little did he know.

"How did you know that?" He interrogated, his voice regaining strength when he spoke now.

"Uncle ben said it," your Peter explained, looking at the other for confirmation.

"The day he died."

You were unsure of what those words meant, and didn't quite understand the severity of their wisdom. You hadn't been given a chance to hear last words, and for that you were bitter... but you buried it for a long time. Maybe this was a chance to reslove all of that hidden anger by helping someone else from dealing with the same outlook.

Tonight was a night of overcoming worst nightmares, and defeating enemies in the wsys they would never have expected. They were all going to be cured before being sent to their respective timelines.

Sitting in the school lab, you'd all divided amongst yourselves the projects that needed to be completed. You'd volunteered to take on Max Dillon's cure, given that electric partical science was one of the things you were very best at.

"So the lizard guy, you didn't actually kill him?" You were pretty sure the story behind all these villains was that at one point and time they all died to Spider-Man.

"No, I cured him before he could turn the entire population of New York into lizards."

He spoke as if it were just an everyday occurrence, wanting to turn the city into cold blooded creatures... maybe you shouldn't be so surprised, given that an alien snapped his fingers and you turned to ashes for five years.

You glanced up at the two teenagers occupying the desk at the front of the room. Peter noticed them, too. Sitting together, in each other's comforting embrace while slowly working through tragedy. Must be nice to have someone there when you need them.

"Peter?" You asked sweetly, waiting for his hum of response before continuing. "You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable, but..."

You regretted even bringing it up. You didn't need to pry, it might be too personal to talk about with others. He didn't owe you anything, and would probably be gone from your life before sunrise, you didn't even know why you bothered.

"What is it?" He furrowed his brow in curiosity. Surely he could tell you what you wanted to know.

"What happened to Gwen?" You said it slowly, afraid of a negative reaction. He didn't shy away, just pressed his lips together tightly at the mention of the name. "You don't have to-"

"She fell."

He wasn't done, and you waited quietly as he continued to work on Dr Connor's cure while he came up with more to say.

"I tried to catch her, and I was a split second too late. I've replayed it over in my head about a million times, thinking of everything I could have done differently. If I had done better she wouldn't have died."

He was silent after that, and you could see the glint of fog in his eyes for the second time that night.

"I'm so sorry, Peter."

You glanced over at the two again, MJ had her forehead pressed against her beloved boyfriend, giving him the security of her presence. Just that was enough. You wondered how.

"I hope for their sake that I'm the only Peter Parker that will endure that," he said, gesturing to them. They were still so oblivious to the conversations happening behind them, staying in their bubble of privacy. He wanted a change of subject desperately, overthinking more by the second. He needed to stop doing that.

"What about you?" He turned his stool, his knee brushing yours gently as you screwed the absorption chip into the reactor. "You got anyone special?"

Even though this wasn't a sensitive topic for you, you didn't really want to answer that question. You felt pathetic enough as it were, and you were about to add insult to injury. You shook your head, but you didn't leave it there. You should have, but you didn't.

"When my mom got sick I spent most of my time taking care of her, and at night I had my second life to deal with. It never left me time for anything like that, but I kinda wish I had at least tried."

"What do you mean?" He stopped working for a moment to really listen. I hadn't had anyone in my life that ever just stopped what they were doing to hear what I had to say.

"After my mom died, I never looked for anyone else to love. I didn't feel like I deserved it.... and now," you paused, dropping the reactor in it's finished form onto the table to rid your shaking hands of it. "I'm all alone."

You felt like crying. You'd never really talked with anyone about what happened to you. It was all just so fast, and the last year has been a blur of just barely getting by.

Your hand was violently shaking by now, but you didn't realize it until you looked down to see it sitting on the counter. You were about to hide it from view when Peter took it into his hands. The shaking ceased instantly upon feeling the warmth and the softness in his gentle touch. You smiled sweetly at him, letting only one tear escape for the fact you hadn't realized it was there. He took his other gloved hand and wiped it away, his fingers danced along your cheek for a second more before everyone's attention was called.

"Peter?" Ned asked, and then began the confusing game of 'which peter he is talking to?'

They all responded everytime, until it was narrowed down to the fact that he only needed the laptop to be checked.

The project files were complete, everyone was done with their cures.

You brought yours over to the table and doing some final inspections to make sure it was to expert standards. You didn't want to look like a fool in front of a bunch of nerds... that would just be lame.

"Let's go cure some ass."

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