#Also I just realized that you can barely see Norman BUT HE'S DOING THE PETER GRIFFIN POSE HAH

[wonderbuster]

IT’S MYSTERY KIDS MONTH🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #mystery kids #psychonauts raz #coraline #gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #mason pines #wybie lovat #coraline jones #coraline movie #paranorman #norman babcock #neil downe #I MADE THIS WAY TOO FAST LMAOO #AUGHHH CRY SOBBING SCREAMING MY BABIES ARE 11 YEARS OLD NOW I THINK- #Also I just realized that you can barely see Norman BUT HE'S DOING THE PETER GRIFFIN POSE HAH #Plus most of these designs aren't the official style cuz I'm still figuring it out-

[tokoyamisstuff]

Weapons Don't Weep Ch. 5 - Doctor Otto Octavius x Reader

!No Way Home Spoilers!

Summary: After learning about his inevitable fate, Otto makes a decision.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of past Death and Violence, Choking, written at 3am and not proofread as always

Words: 2143

Masterlist

"The multiverse is trying to break free from it's predetermined path - that's why it manifests chaos."

-> Sylvie in the 'Loki' TV Series

Taglist: @shameshomalo @real-actual-human-person @movieexpert1978 @irlzsasz @boop-le-snoot @faustlyaccused @pcrushinnerd @annoying-milkshake @babbitgoezboom

"Why is that woman inside of a cell?!"

You squinted your eyes shut at the voice of that stranger, lying on the bare floor motionless and too petrified to see what was happening.

Are you dead? No, certainly not.

"I-I-I-I..." That tone clearly belonged to Peter Parker, and alongside his stuttering excuse you could hear the voices of at least two other young people scramble with his. "She was involved with him somehow, so I thought she might be from his universe as well!"

"She's clearly not!" Dr.Strange could tell through his knowledge, scolding the reckless young hero.

Everyone in the room suddenly became wildly concerned because you would still remain quiet, insecure voices mingling suggestions about how to deal with you.

"Leave her out of this, you imbecile!" Otto's voice made you jolt up immediately, and looking around you realized that you both had been trapped inside some strange-looking basement. "She has done nothing wrong!"

Rushing to your lover's side, you saw the metallic arms still betraying their master and making him incapable of moving. The bottom ones were anchoring him to the ground, while another one trapped his arms against his body.

This was the only thing keeping him from huddling you into his arms while you were passed out - and also the only reason he wasn't destroying this place, already having sworn revenge on them for hurting you.

"It's all my fault" you sobbed a little, and seeing you like this made Otto drop his hostile expression. "If i hadn't distracted you, then-"

"Y/N, you're not at faul here." Octavius forced himself to smile even in that dead-end situation, shifting in his restrainments. "You're only here because of me. My apologies."

You tried to bend the metal, make it move or anything - a silly thing to do considering this was titanium - but every try was unsuccessful.

"See? She's helping him!" Peter pointed towards you, and Strange would try to make sense of this, grabbing his goatee while buried in thought.

"That man is very dangerous" Steven ultimatively spoke, "But he won't be able to hurt you as long as he's trapped in there. You can come outside, the barrier is only holding those back I consider a threat."

"Thanks, but I'd rather stay where I am." Everyone including Otto would stare at you in disbelief, but you remained stubborn.

Crossing your arms and impatiently tapping your foot to the ground, you demanded answers. "Why are we here? What is this place?"

"Umm, so-" As polite and naive as the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman was, he wanted to explain the situation to you - but the sorcerer was holding him back. "The less they know, the better. They are not on our side, did you forget already?"

You saw a handful of other people in similar cells as you and Ock's, yet it seemed like they were either giving in to their fate, or waiting for the right moment to strike back.

"Osborn...?" Octavius whispered incredulous as another person stepped outside the shadows into your line of sight.

"What happened to you?" the other man asked in a both confused and pitying tone, and you could sense the sheer fear in both men's presence. "What happened to me- What happened to you?! You're the walking corpse!"

You sucked in a ragged breath, the air in the room tensing at the bizarre situation. "W-What do you mean?"

"You died, Norman" Otto declared coldly, callous even. "Years ago."

"That's insane-" Osborn was cut off by Spiderman, just equally confused. "What are you talking about? He's standing right there-"

"No." Another voice, this time from the man made out of sand. What an awfully odd group they had gathered here...

...but his announcement made your skin crawl:

"They both died - defying Spiderman."

"Huh?" That was all you could muster up right now, the thought alone making you want to faint.

"It was all over the news" Sandman continued and you clutched onto Otto's coat as if he'd disappear if you were to let go. "Green Goblin: Impaled by his own glider. And a couple of years later - you, 'Doc Ock', drowned in the river with your machine."

"That's nonsense!" Otto exclaimed, all eyes on him now. "Spiderman was trying to stop my fusion reactor - so I stopped him."

You would draw circles on the small on his back, trying to calm him down - but you were taken aback by the unusual cruelty of his words.

"I had him by the throat..." he gritted and you felt sick by the way his tone became irrecognizable evil. You will never get used to this side of him. "And then, I-"

There was a huge pause after that.

"...and then I was here." His voice was a lot quieter now and the realization broke your heart. "Paralel universes" you whispered, stating what everyone was thinking.

"What are you doing with that thing, Stephen?" Peter asked and was given a lecture about magic spells or whatever - even though Dr. Strange's lips were moving, the meaning of his words couldn't reach your racing mind...

...the only thing you were able to extract was that he wanted to send them back to their initial universe.

"And then what?" Otto spat through gritted teeth to cover up his fear. "We perish?"

"No!" You slammed your hands against the cell, begging to the heroes you former looked up to. "The Doc might've done some mistakes, but he doesn't deserve to die! Peter, c'mon, you've seen it! He can be good, I'm sure of it! Please..."

"C'mon, have a heart..." Spiderman joined in to your pleads, even though he knew less about those villains than you did.

"You should be grateful." To your surprise, Strange's words were directed to you personally. He had researched about you as well, since you were now a part of this - and not by sheer accident, as you should soon learn. "I am saving your life with this."

"Wha-"

The sorcerer's movements were fast as he was almost artistically casting a spell into the vast nothingness - and if the situation wasn't so terrifying, you'd surely be impressed.

"Over the countless multiverses, you and Doctor Octavius are destined to meet." That alone sounded amazing - as if you were made for each other, by whatever force was directing all of this...

...but then, his spell made vivid images play in the air, almost lifelike scenes from other existences.

And you died. In every single one of them.

"...but on other occasions, the cause of death is not indirectly." Another scene appeared out of thin air, making your heart drop to your stomach.

"Sometimes it'd be an accident, a casuality not calculated" Stephen lectured you coldly as you had to watch yourself die over and over again in many different ways. "As spouse of a supervillain, it is not unusual to get caught in a fight, abducted and killed for revenge, lethally injured in a failed experiment or such..."

Even Otto couldn't hold back a loud sob at the sight, weeping together with his other selves as they held the lifeless body of their Y/N.

That variant of yours was hanging above the ground, feet kicking in the air as one of Otto's claws was tightly wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply.

Your bottom lip quivered and you grabbed your throat, starting to feel sore and tight as well. Letting go off of his hand, you took a few steps forwards, closer to that shattering scene.

This Otto looked so lost, so betrayed, so incredibly swallowed by madness and loneliness that it broke your heart even more than the sympathy you felt for your other self.

You felt no remorse, no fear. Only a bottomless sadness at the thought that two souls were meant for each other, just to lose one another repeatedly for all eternity.

One sole crack, and it was over.

You fell to your knees, head spinning and unable to hear the words of the others trying to comfort you - heroes and villains alike.

"That's-that's impossible..." Otto muttered broken, in denial. "We could never hurt her...I-I..."

...........we can.......we will.........if necessary..........by all means.........protect us.........protect you........

Octavius' words ceased when he looked at the actuators in shock, as if they had answered him in their mind.

You wouldn't dare facing him - couldn't bear to - dreading so many things at once...

...especially the fact that your love for this man was still blossoming in your chest, even with all that knowledge and fear.

Otto on the other hand looked defeated, almost zoned out as his head was sunken on slack shoulders. All fight was drained of him, facing that seemingly inevitable fate, dictating simply everything.

The voices in his mind were ambivalent, almost taunting him - and the only thing being sure was that being responsible for your suffering would end him.

Yes. It would be alright. There was no Otto Octavius in this universe - so as soon as he would disappear, you would be safe at least.

If he was only meant to cause death and misery to everyone he held dear, then he was better off dead.

"In the great calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinetly more than their lives...it is their fate. I'm sorry - if they die, they die."

"NO!"

The force of your deeply resolute scream hurt your throat, but it was nothing compared to the ache you felt at the thought of Otto's imminent demise.

Luckily, your unexpected noise distracted Dr. Strange long enough for Peter to snatch the device away from him, fleeing until they might think of a plan.

"Y/N..." a shaky voice behind you rasped.. "Why?"

While the others were still preoccupied with Strange and Peter having disappeared to fight somewhere else, the boy named Ned - as considerate as he was - noticed that important moment.

Since Otto couldn't escape anyway, even though MJ was objecting, he released the lock on Ock's appendages, making him able to move again.

"We don't know each other for long...so why do you still defend me, after everything you've seen today?"

You finally turned around to look at him, two metal arms aiding you standing up before Otto shooed them away, thinking the claws might make you uncomfortable right now.

It was only the second time you've said this, but somehow he exprected more. An explanation, an insight on your line of thought. Why you'd choose danger over peace, emotion over reason. Limit your own freedom for a forsaken man.

"I love you."

But it was just as simple as that. "I love you, Otto."

This didn't make any sense for the scientist. You should've been terrified. Run from him and never return...

...yet here you were, tears getting caught on your hopeful smile as you closed the space between you two, sealing your words with a kiss.

"I can't lose you..." he hiccuped, feeling greedy for not being able to let go. "Not again...not the last person I hold dear...I can't, I-"

"We are responsible for our own fate." You cut him off with another kiss and he'd fall victim to your charm, sighing against your lips. "The multiverse brought you to me for a reason, Otto - into a universe where you were missing."

Nothing was set in stone. Maybe you were meant to meet each other countless lifetimes, just so one day you'd finally be able to overcome this curse and be together - that's what you wanted to believe.

All of a sudden, Spiderman interrupted that emotional reunion as he jumped through a portal back into the basement. Damn, this magic stuff really hurt your head.

"How do I deserve you?" Otto would finally mirror your smile, his fingers running over the bones of your face, as if he wanted to imprint every little detail into his heart. "We deserve each other."

He and his friends were quickly brainstorming about how he had trapped Dr. Strange somewhere for a short while, until Octavius intervened.

"You could've just leave us to die...why didn't you?"

"That's not who he is" MJ answered boldly, a both smug and proud grin on her face before she turned to you, nodding understandingly.

"I think I can help you guys!" Peter sounded eager as he announced his honorable suggestion. "If I can fix what happened to you guys, then when you go back, things might be different!"

When they return to their realities - that remembrance made the knot in your guts reappear. But it was of no importance.

Saving Octavius was more important than your longing to be with him. He was a scientist of course, so he will surely manage to find a way for your paths to cross again!

However, you saw how the hate glistening behind Doc Ock's eyes reappear like so many times before, while he listened distrustfully to Peter's idea. Harsh words were burning on his tongue, only able to be eased when leaving his mind, spoken aloud...

...but instead, he would fight his inner demons, taking your hand into his with a determined look on his face.

"I'm willing to try anything. Let us begin!"

#marvel #no way home #doc ock #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x you #otto octavius / reader #otto octavius / you #otto octavius x y/n #doc ock x reader #doc ock x you #self insert #fanfiction

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Amsterdam Chapter 21

Peter watched in fascination as Wade mixed seasoning in with the rice before carefully pushing into the bottom of the casserole dish. (Peter hadn’t known he’d had a casserole dish. It was in with a bunch of dishes Aunt May had packed for him when he moved out.) There was something—alluring about watching hands, hands that he knew could both kill creatively and without mercy while also being capable of the best hugs Peter had ever had, making food. He was almost hypnotized by the sight.

“Careful, Baby,” said Wade as he grabbed the cheese and the cheese grater. (Peter wasn’t asking why Wade had a cheese grater in one of his pouches. Or why he’d soaked it in bleach for three minutes before washing it.) “You’ll give me ideas.”

Peter frowned. That was the second time that Wade had mentioned Peter giving him ideas. “What do you mean?” asked Peter as he leaned against the counter. Taking the new position was all about getting closer to Wade, and not about getting a better look at those hands making food. Food that wasn’t even finished yet and looked delicious. “By giving you ideas?” he clarified.

Wade stopped moving and then turned to look at Peter. It was one of the few times that the mask wasn’t emotive. “Peter,” he said in a low, serious voice that was nothing like his normal, over the top one, “I’m a guy. I’m a crazy, few-bricks-short-of-a-house guy who, under this fabulous outfit, looks like a horror movie monster reject—but I’m still a guy. And when you say things like that, or do things like that, I start getting the idea that I might be a guy. And that’s dangerous.”

Peter hopped onto the counter as he watched Wade turn back to the casserole he was making. “What kind of ideas? And why do you think you look like a horror movie monster reject?”

Wade snorted as he covered the dish with foil and put it in the oven. (That, Peter had known worked, as he’d reheated pizza in it on occasion.) “I’ve seen myself, Baby Boy,” Wade said bitterly. “I’ve seen people’s reactions to my ugly mug. Trust me, I’m a monster. And not a good monster in the oh-the-audience-wants-to-fuck-him way, either.”

Peter hopped off the counter and wrapped his arms around Wade. “You’re not a monster,” he said.

Wade hugged him back. “You don’t know that Petey,” he said wearily as he slumped against Peter. “You’ve never seen me.”

Peter looked up. “Then show me,” he challenged, suddenly reckless. “Show me what you mean.” Wade recoiled slightly, but didn’t let go of Peter. Peter reached up and gently pressed a palm to the masked face. “It’s okay,” he said.

Wade shook his head, but the movement was sad and despondent. He reached up and gently pressed against the hand on his cheek. “I know how people look at me without the mask,” he said. “And if you looked at me like that—I’d break, Peter.”

Peter’s heart was already breaking. “Wade,” he said, “I’d never—”

He was interrupted by a furious pounding on the apartment door. “Mr. Parker!” cried a desperate voice that he was all too familiar with.

In a flash Peter was by the door, holding it open for the two children—one leaning heavily on the other. The more mobile one half dragged, half carried the other one into the room, and then came to stop. The child stared at Wade, eyes wide, breathing heavily.

Oh, right. The last time the child had been in his apartment Norman had been over to visit. “He’s safe,” Peter assured the child as he helped with the badly injured one. “What happened?” he asked helping the girl to the table.

The more active child nearly danced with worry as Peter did a cursory examination. Bruises, strains, minor abrasions and lacerations. Not nearly as bad as some he’d seen. The worst were the raw, bloody strips at the child’s wrists. Peter grabbed his first aid kit and went to work.

“Juby was in the store, getting some food, when the police picked her up.” In its distress, the child didn’t even seem to realize that one of the forbidden names had been dropped. “They took her to her dad.”

Juby turned to Peter, eyes wide and glassy, but focused nonetheless. “Ellie saved me,” she said firmly.

“I couldn't leave you there with that bastard!”

“Enough,” Peter said gently as he worked. He used some alcohol to tease hair out of one of the worst wounds on the girl’s scalp, hoping he could stave off infection. “I thought you were using the buddy system,” he said with a slight frown.

“We were!” protested Ellie.

“Anna Marie’s mom is worse than my dad,” Juby said calmly, barely twitching even though Peter knew it had to hurt. He tried not to think about why a small child had such high pain tolerance. He didn’t want to know. “When I saw the cop I made her hide.”

“And then she came to get me,” said Ellie.

As Peter moved to treat the wound on the girl’s wrist, he noticed Wade gently shoo Ellie towards him. “So, tell me about Juby’s dad. I have serious questions like, where does the fucker live?”

Peter wanted to tell him not use such language in front of the children—but knew that they’d heard worse. “All right,” said Peter as he wrapped the last treated wound in gauze before grabbing an orange he’d picked up earlier. “Here you are,” he said handing the fruit to the child before grabbing another one for Ellie. Juby put a finger to the orange and small purple spark bit into the rind, making it accessible to the child.

“Just between you and me,” Wade was saying as Peter got close to give Ellie her orange, “I’m well known for jobs that take fuckers like that out of the world.”

“We can’t afford to pay you,” Ellie said suspiciously, and clearly uncomfortable with the close contact.

“No worries,” Wade assured her as Peter gently nudged him out of the girl’s personal space. “My services are all pro bono in a case like this.”

“He means,” Peter translated as he tossed Ellie the orange, “that he’ll do it for free.”

Wade scooped Peter to the side as Ellie ripped the orange in half and began to eat it, carefully saving the seeds. The children had taken to planting them—somewhere. Peter wasn’t asking where.

“Will you tell on me?” asked Wade.

Peter was conflicted. “Killing is wrong,” he said firmly. He glanced behind him, at the injured child eating on his table. “Killing is wrong,” he repeated, “but so is this.” Wade pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss through the leather of his mask to Peter’s forehead.

“Everything will be all right Pete,” said Wade gently, repeating what Peter had said to him earlier. He pulled away and gently shooed Ellie towards the door. “Come on Ellie. Let’s go kill us a bad guy!”

“Don’t call me that!” growled the girl.

Peter noticed an odd sound behind him and turned to see Juby watching him warily. He smiled as reassuringly as possible. “The couch pulls out into a bed,” Peter said. He’d gotten it for free from a neighbor who was upgrading her own furniture. “I’ll get it ready for you, and you can sleep there tonight.”

The child eyed him suspiciously. He was used to the look by now. “And where will you sleep?” she asked curtly.

“In my bed,” Peter responded, just as curtly. “I don’t share well. I kick. And snore.” The girl dissolved into giggles and he smiled thinly at her. “And your friend should be by in the morning to take you back to where the lot of you are staying.”

The child looked at him again. “You really don’t know where it is.” It wasn’t a question.

Neither was his response. “I’m not asking,” he said firmly before pulling out the hidden bed.

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool

[stray-tori]

TPN S02E09 - Initial Thoughts (anime-only)

[ Reaction video w/ captions/subs ] we collectively have a breakdown about the pen, please enjoy it pff-

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... hmmm... yeah I... ain’t feeling it. I think my tpn feelings overall are carrying this more than anything pff. I didn’t hate it, it was just...... mediocre... like if this wasn’t tpn, I probably would have dropped it at this point.

BUT IT IS TPN SO LET’S GIVE SOME THOUGHTS.

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. Random thoughts I don’t want to re-arrange

when Emma was like “share your pain with us!!”, I liked how Norman turned to Ray like “Ray. help. tell her I’m right” kind of like Ray did in s1 pfff-

Norman cried the words he didn’t allow himself to say in s1 :( I’M EMOTIONAL. it might not be the icing on the cake execution wise but GOD MY HEART. And knowing he’s going to die to it’s just- (well not if the pen has something to say about it but more about that later)

where- wheres my trio hug :((( RAY HUG THE CHILD NOW

it’s interesting that while Emma got the entire emotional speech spotlight, only Ray got a reaction shot to “I won’t live long”?? equivalent.... exchange...?

I thought Norman had a seizure when he broke down in front of Emma and Ray and I kinda wish he had because while it’s good to have him say it outright (a win for communicationnn), imagine THE ANGST. “I want to live with yo- *coughs up fountains of blood*”.

So. yknow that hideout Cislo or Vincent referenced when talking to Emma and Ray. Yknow where Norman hid the children they stole from farms, making it look like demons did it? ... w-what about them? will we see them? Are they getting left behind? it would have worked for Norman’s plan, since all they had to do was stay put and wait for demons to be yeeted. But now... he’d have to take them all too. But... I doubt we’re gonna introduce a bunch of new designs and characters? Or are we? Who knows. I don’t. I have unreasonably amount of protecc feelings for those children I’ve never even seen haha- WHERE ARE THEY. I mean... the plan rn is to immediately use the gate right? or is the plan to eradicte the GF farm staff and higher ups? I guess if thats the plan it might work. Or I guess the plan is to save Phil for now???

the idea of Sonju just... slicing his arm and throwing it at demons in a loop sounds so funny to me please someone make that.

I liked that Mujika turned to the lambda kids after giving a cup to the demon children but then we didn’t see their reaction or anything and then it cuts to the temple??? that was weird. was there sth missing there? confusion.

I also like Isabella remarking "[a radio] was supposed to be there" regarding the shelter, because it further heavily implies they know of the shelters and just let them be. Which further confirms that they should have just reframed the shelter and had the kids escape from it quickly but oH WELL.

I really liked demon Emma apologizing and Norman's reaction to that. it was a sweet little moment and like, the realization of apologizing for something that she didn't do but is aware of and all that. Cycle of hatred and all that shiz hell ye. Ik the anime won't rly delve into that but I kind of relish in the angst potential of the village - sure it was undone but some were still eaten and died and transforming people back won't bring those back. So, that’s some hella terrifying implications for families; and I'm assuming Norman is aware of those so. guilt time! not that he wasn't aware it was bad but yeah- I teared up at that moment :<<

I feel like this season really does its best when it’s doing the whole two worlds/species angle. Mujika and Sonju, the village, demon and human Emma... all that stuff.

I wish we had gotten more time (god this is really the season’s downfall) thought to see Vylk talk to the GF kids more often. it’s implied he told them not to hang out there before but I would have liked to have him show up a few more times before that but yeah. Runtime very RIP.

I also feel like CW is bending over backwards to put cliffhangers at the end of episodes. that was already a problem in s1 when they had Phil come in when Don and Gilda were in Isabella's room. it was obvious it'd be a copout but they still did it. I'm just wondering why we had to have Vincent disagree with the group to this extend (and if the shock value might play a part in that). we have 2 more episodes, why are they introducing more plot threads? Just streamline it you dofuses. I just don't know what good can come of it unless it's like an ultra big brain move to help them?? (and then we're back with the forcing cliffhangers thing) - if it's actual conflict, this'll just make things more confusing and clustered, and we don't have time for that right now imo. But who knows maybe it plays into something I just don't understand yet and it'll work out somehow

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. Animation flow kinda dead.

I felt like this episode was kind of... awkwardly executed whenever something that was a slightly dynamic movement happened?

The whole bit while Emma is walking up to Norman could have been better, but it’s passable, except that a lot is spelled out for us.

But then she takes his hand really weirdly in a far away shot with bad inbetween timing?? what is that haha-

Or him collapsing is cut really weirdly. you barely really see it, you just kinda piece it together from Emma’s reaction and her catching him.

Most facial expressions are good though, which is arguably the more important part in this scene. I feel like a better execution just would have elevated it even more.

The only one I felt was really awkward in its entirety is Barbara’s scene with the children demons. I felt like that was in particular kind of stiff and the cut between the child and her was too sudden and felt jarring. TPN anime doesn’t really do that sort of stuff a lot, so imo it’s kind of “??” when they do it. With Norman it was too, but that at least had a good transition over to it (with bg and fg panning) and nice animation. Barbara’s just kind of switched. Tbh don’t switch it out, and as the child screams, switch over to her facial expression as her own voice fades into the scream? I think that would have done it too and also be low effort.

I think it’s moreso the flow of the shots than the actual shots though? it’s a bit too fast paced and sometimes missing inbetweens (like the wild demon eating sonju’s hand is literally just 2 frames) - it’s very weird. It’s jarring, but I can’t really explain why.

I’m sorry for the staff, I’m sure the production hasn’t been easy. maybe with the bluray release we’ll get some updated animations/inbetweens.

Some appreciation though:

as mentioned, most of the facial expressions, even if the body language was a bit stiff.

the cut from the trio talking to the eye-transition of the demon and the following breath animation looked nice. Also his arm regenerating!

Sonju smirking as he cuts his arm off, what a bastard

they didn’t have to show Vylk’s arm regenerating casually while they’re talking but they did.

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. the lambda crew

If only I cared about you guys. Hahhh it’s just... introducing characters so close to the end is just. A mess. A recipe for disaster.

Where has the anime’s “show off the younger kids” angle gone? I thought they were always pretty good at that. but they haven’t really contributed anything since the whole tidbit about the older children always eating less for them. And even then it was just Lani and Thoma.

Potentially, what segments we saw in the shelter will come back for the GF raid thematically but I’m just... EH?

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. the cure pen

at this point, just stick a syringe part at the end of the stick and just inject it and it’s gonna solve everything probably.

I just don’t understand why that needed to happen. Assuming they go to the human world, it’d be perfectly acceptable for me for medicine to be so advanced that it’d be able to like, lessen their symptoms and significantly improve their lifespan.

Don’t just... REMOVE their struggles. It’s okay to not be normal and cured. it’s okay for their lives to be impacted by it going forward. In fact, I’d much prefer that.

(added in later) OH wait they literally spell out why the cure being in the pen is meaningful - because it opens up a path where they can live through not having annihilated all the demons - it's essentially the moral "reward" for not killing them. Since they probably wouldn't have gotten it if they did that. I still think it wasn't needed and the blueprint on its own would suffice for another pen-convinience moment but I kind of get what they're going for, I just don't think it's worth it . In their case, going to the human world (while they don't know it) means having more medical expertise at their disposal which they can then use to survive. UNLESS they're actually not welcome over there and have to hide or something, in that case... that might be hard, true. I guess I'll come back to think about this once it's over. For now, it feels kind of unearned and it wouldn’t even have to be this way in my eyes which makes it somewhat worse.

But good, let’s say in-universe you need it NOW, then at least don’t put??? the medicine??? recipe??? INTO the hologram.

What if they just checked the GF blueprint and Norman goes “hey, Vincent... do you think this [database/archive room] could have some data on our experiments?” - Norman said he tried to develop a drug to help them but the supporters who had that data were purged. but... they had Smee to help them too. But SOMEHOW, a dude from 15 years ago just HAS the cure??? (at least let Norman develop it himself and have the data be just THE DATA and not the recipe).

It might still check out somewhat??

15+ years ago, James Ratri was assumingly still the gatekeeper since the switch to Peter seems somewhat recent considering his big "era of James has ended" speech.

I guess the implication is that just like Smee => Krone => Norman, a supporter all that time ago gave random person the pen when they escaped.

When Vylk found him, he also had just the data medium of the pen (not the entire pen), so maybe the farm thought they eliminated it and that’s why they didn’t change their methods to not work with those drugs anymore? It's still a bit curious that their experimentation hasn't changed at all in 15 years but maybe that's because they keep killing the smart people instead of making them scientists to research for them :D

Somewhere since those 15 years, Smee gave Krone the pen (probably a few years before she got to GF?), which means that at that point the gate the keyword "future" sent them to, was still in tact when Smee gave Krone the pen. Maybe WM wasn't discovered yet at that point?

then WM got discovered, James was chased. He made that phonecall update and was probably eventually killed, along with the human location (and likely bunkers since they knew a radio was supposed to be there, begs the question why they didn't remove it) being discovered (the one with the future keyword) and the gate there being destroyed.

The problem is just that it can make sense when you think about it for way too long and assume things in good-faith, but it still feels unearned.

Maybe I would care more or this would feel a little more earned if we knew ANYTHING about that person? They seemed fairly young, so it’s probably not Minerva/James Ratri. The “hope” talk reminded me of the book in the shelter, but I’m not sure if that checks out either? The cookies were rotten but not completely. I know cookies hold out relatively long, but would they rly not be completely rotten after 15 years? I MEAN. Maybe not. Who knows. I tried to google it but didn’t find anything. 

But anyway. That tidbit is going into my “shelter kids OC project” I guess.

But even if the worldbuilding makes sense, I think the data set in itself makes little sense?? How did they find that pen part? Did a supporter give it to them? Why do they have the cure? Clearly their group of escapees wasn’t doing too hot (#help) and they seemed relatively young too so they probably couldn’t have worked in the farm.

Were the shelter escapees lambda escapees? but if that was the case, wouldn’t the WM group have secured the cure information more properly than in just one pen (maybe it was and those were just destroyed, to be fair) - it’s just WEIRD to put the cure for Lambda experiments on the same blueprint as the GF layout??? that makes so little sense.

Plus, why would you send them to GF, when it’s so secured and all that, and not just send them to the human support place our GF kids were sent with the “future” keyword, which had a gate. Maybe it didn’t exist 15 years ago (that the humans had control over it, that is), but even then it seems weird to me to imply to send them to GF instead of one of the other gates that existed. I mean. The “future” location’s gate wasn’t destroyed when Krone got the pen right?

I’m guessing maybe it was meant as help for escaping? But then again, why the cure? I guess if they met lambda experiments? I’m just confused.

Also: do we just accept that the layout of GUARDS and SECURITY MEASURES has not changed in 15 years???

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*sigh* welp. Still looking forward to seeing some stuff with Isabella hopefully. Time... is not on their side and it shows. Neither run-time wise nor production wise.

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[starkerparkerpony]

I Scold Because I Stan Pt.2

AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience

Read part 1 here, part 3 here

Not much scolding in this one but very dialogue heavy... Please continue reblogging. Continuing on -

Tony believed there's certain feelings in life that you must absolutely not feel once over the age of 25... for example, no middle-aged man should have anxiety about calling a potential romantic interest. Especially if said 'potential romantic interest' shamelessly hit on Tony in the first place. The guy was definitely interested, he had made it clear to Tony that he was definitely interested. Tony could just call the guy... but would he.

A week earlier when Peter Parker woke from the nap he was taking in a booth at an Irish pub for some reason, Tony absolutely did not imagine that any conversation they might have would go the way their's did. It was a testament to Mr. Parker's extempore prowess. It was also mildly embarrassing and almost traumatizing to be scolded and praised all at once. But after Parker left, Tony found himself... smiling... and blushing, like a complete idiot, but smiling and blushing nonetheless.

When back at home Tony set Friday on the curious case of Peter Parker. Which led to spending an ungodly amount of time on the guy's Instagram. Which in turn led to Tony gleaning some useful information about him, Peter Parker wasn't exactly new to the world of the rich and famous, he appeared to be a close friend of Harry Osbourne, posing with him in not just generic selfies but also pictures taken at high profile society events.

It also appeared that Mr. Parker was no stranger to superheroes either, his work with the Daily Bugle was almost entirely photos of Spiderman... Tony didn't know Spidey personally but going by the coverage the newspaper gave him, it was hard to imagine that the masked hero would be a friend of Parker's but the guy somehow always managed to get the best picture of Spidey, which indicated a willingness to follow trouble on Parker's part.

And then there was the entire thing about how gorgeous and intelligent and utterly disarming the boy was...

The 3 patents he had told Tony about were no joke- a medical grade adhesive, an industrial grade adhesive and a potential replacement for spandex. Not to mention his eyes...

Tony kept telling himself that he was too old to have a crush... but he knew it was too late. He thought back to the way he felt when Peter smiled at him, bruised and all... The damage was done.

The first time Tony called Peter, he didn't pick up and it went to voicemail. Tony didn't leave a message. It was just 9PM, there was no way he was already asleep. Right? For a second he dreaded the possibility of Parker being one of those millennials who don't take phonecalls, then for another hour he wondered if this was a sign from the universe about an endeavor that should be abandoned. So of course Tony called again.

"I don't do booty calls past 10 I have a job now" was how Parker answered the phone. Jesus Christ.

"Good to know, I was thinking about lunch tomorrow actually." Tony said without missing a beat

"Jesus Christ!" Parker exclaimed, obviously thrown.

"Close. Tony Stark" He chuckled

"No I know... Crap, I'm sorry, my friend Harry is the only one I know who calls with a private number. I thought it was him." He explained

"Am I Sorry to disappoint?" Tony asked trying not to sound anxious.

"Absolutely not. I actually definitely would do a booty call after 10 for you." Tony could hear the smile in his voice.

"But not after 11 though?" Tony joked trying not to blush.

"No that honor is reserved for Bruce Banner and Bruce Banner only."

"You have good taste in men" Bruce was Tony's friend, he had to admit he was warmed by the fact that Peter wasn't one of the assholes who held 'big green' against him.

"Ha Ha thanks... he represents us bio-chem nerds well, one of my projects is actually inspired by him and also he is very cute in press conferences."

"The spandex replacement?" Tony guessed

"Oh no... you googled me. Ew."

"Hey that's rich coming from the guy that sticks my photos on his wall." He defended himself

"No no... there's this god awful picture of me that comes up on image search from when my team won the scholastic decathlon, I look like a single prepubescent noodle in it." Parker grouched

"Good tip... also nice covert bragging with the decathlon thing Mr. Parker" Tony said as he pulled the picture up and sniggered.

"Thank you I'm so glad you caught that... so what was it you were saying about lunch?" Parker enquired.

"Right... Lunch? Tomorrow?" Tony hoped he didn't sound desperate.

"Sounds good to me. I mean it sounds like a bizarre dream I'm having but I don't wanna stroke your ego unnecessarily, you already called first... I love that I have the upper hand here"

"Congratulations on the upper hand smartass... do you wanna do 'Nobu'?" Tony suggested

"Oh my god... I'm gonna throw your P.A. and your PR team a bone and nix that idea... you beautiful disaster" Peter laughed

"Umm... what?"

"Nobu has papparazi outside of it 24/7, and I hate to break it to you buddy but your break up with Ms. Potts was kinda' public. I can't even begin to imagine what hell you, being photographed with a strapping twunk half your age would be on your team." He explained himself

"Okay calm down strapping twunk... How would anybody even know its a date?" Tony scoffed

"Umm Mr. Stark if I have the chance to grab your ass in public and have photos taken of the event then I absolutely will do it." said Peter, very sincerely.

"My God how can you call me Mr. Stark and talk about grabbing my ass in the same sentence?" Tony cursed his susceptibility to blushing whenever talking to this guy.

"Listen man, I'd call you Tony but this 'Mr. Stark' thing lowkey turns me on though." Peter said in a teasing voice.

Same, Tony admitted to himself.

"Kink noted. You do have a point though... I haven't had to deal with my personal PR or had a P.A. in a while." Said Tony, thoughtful.

"How can you not have a P.A.? Is that even legal?" Peter asked

"Well, I made my last one the CEO of my company, fell in love with her, started dating her and then very publicly got dumped by her... so I'm apprehensive about replacing her." Tony regretted this outburst as soon as he finished talking.

"I think about you when I touch myself." Peter informed

"What. The. Hell. Parker" Tony said, trying to sound affronted when he could barely contain his laughter

"Oh sorry buddy I thought we were playing the oversharing game." Peter sniggered. "You know what you should do? You should get an older Jewish lady to be your P.A. it's what Norman Osbourne did for his son when he kept hitting on his P.A.s.

"Because you know what, Mrs. Leibowitz would bring you Passover brisket and she would never dump you publicly." Peter was almost giggling now.

"Right, she would write me a considerate note." Tony laughed along with Peter.

"Exactly!" He chuckled

There was a lull in the conversation then, during which Tony made up his mind.

"Lunch at the tower tomorrow." Tony decided

"Fine by me. Wait. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No. I sometimes go gluten free but not because of celiac just because I like to be an asshole. Why?"

"Cool, I'm bringing Pizza. You paid for drinks last time." stated Peter

"You do realize that I have chefs on my payroll?" Tony asked

"You do realize that I'm offering to bring you Joe's from Greenwich?" Peter countered

"Point taken." Tony conceded

"Good"

"See you"

"Not if I see you first"

"Oh my God"

"I know... I hate myself"

"I'm gonna' hang up now"

"Wait! What do I tell your security tomorrow?" Peter asked

"Tell them you've been summoned by the king" Tony said, only half joking.

"God you're such a douche but I'm so into you..." Peter replied

"I'm glad" Tony admitted

"Okay bye."

"Bye."

The next day Peter Parker texted to confirm the time and then showed up at Tony's place with pizza and a dozen red and yellow roses. And Tony didn't know what to do with himself.

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[nerdygirl8203]

Birthday

Summary: It’s Peter’s first birthday since he passed. He was murdered, it was sudden and unexpected. He was only thirty. He was your husband.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warning: Death, flashbacks (is that a warning), mentions of rape, murder, depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts and actions (Do not end your life; it is a permanent solution to a temporary problem).

Author note: I might make this into a series if anyone cares or likes it. Also if I like how this came out.

It’s twelve in the morning, you can’t sleep but that’s not out of the ordinary nowadays. You can hear the sirens from the police cars and ambulances on the busy street below your bedroom window. The window in the house you and Peter saved for what seemed like forever to afford.

“Peter! I told you not to get me anything! You could have added what you spent on whatever this is to the house fund!” You can’t help but laugh and smile seeing his dorky face still excited to show you what he got you for your anniversary. One year, you have been married for one whole year. This has been the best year of your life.

“Y/N, honey, look at what it is before you blame me!” He laughs. His eyes are brights and his smile wide. 

He hands you the messily wrapped gift. Instead of tape, he used his webbing. You laugh seeing it with a huge smile. You slowly open it just to tease him a little. “Honey! Don’t do this to me! Just open it!” He says like the impatient puppy that he is. You tear the paper to show your own set of web-shooters.

“Babe, I don’t know if I should have these!” You say quickly and look nervously. “Please keep them. It will help me relax a little knowing you can get away in any bad situation if I’m not there with you.”

Little did you know that would be the first and last wedding anniversary you’d ever be able to celebrate with him.

You lug your sorry excuse of yourself out of bed. Peter would be so upset if he saw you like this. Barely surviving, only eating enough to not die, rarely sleeping but staying in bed for days at a time. You knew he would hate to see you like this but your days have no sunshine now that he’s gone. He was your beacon in the dark and now that he was gone you were left in the pitch back with all the demons he kept away slowly seeping back into your mind.

As you put on your clothing, sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts, you see the deep cuts on your wrist. It was a futile attempt to see him again and if Bucky didn’t come to make sure you were okay you would have bled out clutching the framed photo of him you kept by your bedside.

The Avengers came and checked in on you daily to make sure you were, well, alive. You weren’t living you were just surviving. 

You leave the room with your eyes glossed over. The pictures of your wedding day and many other occasions line the wall. You don’t even look at them. 

The house doesn’t smell like him anymore. His laughter has vanished from the echos. His stupid jokes that you would give anything to hear again have left without a trace. 

He didn’t deserve the fate he got.

There was a knock at the door. It was strong and yet soft. You ran to the door hoping it was Peter and he just forgot his keys again. You say softly “Who is it?” to the large wooden door that blocked you and the other person. 

“Misses Parker, it is me Director Fury. Please let me him.” The normally bold and strong voice spoke softly. A voice like the one he was using would have made you smile if it came from anyone else. 

You open the door nervously. Something was wrong. His normally stern and hardened face was now soft and mournful. “I am sorry to have to tell you this but your husband Peter passed away.”

Your world started to spin. “What? No. He can’t be. He wasn’t even going on a fight! He was just getting me coffee.” You back up about to fall down. “Norman Osborn found him and it was an ambush. He seemed to have been watching him for a while. I am very sorry for your loss. I have my best men and women in charge of finding his murders. I will have James Barnes bring his things to you.” You just nod and sit down on the sofa. 

A million thoughts are running around your mind. You don’t even realize when Bucky comes in. You don’t realize until he puts his arms around you in a hug. He and you are close. He was the first one you talked to when Peter and you started dating. He was able to bring back Peter’s wedding ring, web slingers, and his backpack. His web slingers are broken, his backpack was torn and there was blood on it. The blood Norman made Peter spill. 

You go to the front door and you call Bucky to ask for a ride to Peter’s grave. You learnt the hard way not to drive while emotional. 

A few months ago you got in a car accident while driving to Peter’s grave.

You woke up at 3 pm. You didn't sleep the night before just trying to stay awake to keep away the nightmares. You knew you had to go see where Peter was and just let it all out. He was the only one who knows, or I guess, knew everything about you.

You didn’t even change out of what you were wearing, which was Peter’s sweatshirt and some shorts. You just grabbed your keys and got in your car to drive to where Peter is. 

As you started to drive the tears started to fall. I know the route to where he is like the back of my hand. I went there every day for a few weeks. I imagined going there and his grave not being there. Like nothing happened. Going back home and him running up to me hugging me and saying he missed me while I was out. Like nothing happened.

BAM. SHATTER. SNAP. CRUNCH. Where the only things I heard. The next time I opened up I was in the hospital broken.

After Bucky drops me off at the graveyard I walk slowly to Peter’s grave. Where he is laid to rest. I sit down in front of his grave. I look at his name sobbing. “Hey honey. I can’t sleep again. This time I didn’t drive. Bucky drove me here; he’s been making sure I’m not gonna die though sometimes I wish no one cared. Sometimes I wish they would let me die so I can see you again. I know you’d be upset with me if you saw the sorry excuse of a human I’ve become. I can’t take my wedding ring off. When I tried to I felt like I was gonna vomit. I just couldn’t.

“I really miss you. Nothing is the same anymore. If I could trade your life for mine I would.”

I cry and I hug the gravestone like I would hug him if I could. I suddenly feel hands behind me. Before looking at who it is I kick behind me. I hear a familiar groan.

I turn quickly. “P-pete...?” The world goes black.

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[spideythot]

This was requested by @spadestorm696 who asked for an alpha/beta/omega au where Tony has his eye on Peter and gets rid of anyone in his way to have him.

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: underage, nff, mentions of murder, auctions and possessive behavior

Owned

Tony had been watching his Omega grow up for some time now, waiting for the opportunity to finally take him. Sweet, young, Peter Parker blipped on Tony’s radar when it was announced he’d been contracted to Norman Osborn shortly after presenting. Tony remembered it being controversial at the time - a nobody Omega from Queens destined to be bred by Osborn’s heir. Well, Tony wasn’t going to let that happen - and not because he was opposed to status crossing, no. He wanted Peter all to himself. Osborn’s son wasn’t even an Alpha, he wouldn’t be able to properly care for Peter.

Really, Tony was the hero in all this. He had to get rid of the elder Osborn first. Which was easy enough - a single explosive carefully hidden on the man’s private jet did the trick. A horrible accident, everyone said, a malfunction in the plane’s engine. Without Norman, and the contract never specifying the his son was to receive Peter in the event of death, the Omega was put up for auction.

Tony watched him stand nervously on the stage. Peter had been given standard auction clothes, tight and very short top and bottoms. He was attempting to pull the crop top down to cover his belly, cheeks deep red. Tony’s beautifully shy; little pet. He was ready to just sign over half his company for Peter, but that wouldn’t be necessary. The other Alphas at this auction were out of their league - the first bid (what Norman had paid to have Peter) was pocket change for him. He let the bids rise steadily before throwing in his own numbers, easily doubling what the current offer was.

The crowd murmured and grumbled and the auctioneer remained speechless for a few moments. Then he pounded his gavel and yelled, “Sold, thank you Mr. Stark.” He was delighted with the sight of Peter’s knees wobbling as he heard the name of his new owner.

After the auction was over, Tony was escorted to a private room, where he could alter the terms of the contract. Peter was there, along with another Omega - his aunt, Tony recognized. Her only conditions were similar to those she’d put to Osborn. Peter was to remain in her care until he was of age, which Tony had no problem with. She didn’t specify whether or not Tony had to wait to knot her little nephew. Tony would maintain the funding Osborn had provided the family as well, for welfare and education.

Tony then implemented his own conditions. Peter would stay in penthouse estate if deemed necessary - when his safety was compromised by Iron Man activities - for indefinite periods. Tony also established heat training with Peter, something Osborn hadn’t done because the Omega was intended for his son. May Parker was hesitant, but she really had no choice now. If Tony wished, he could lock Peter up and she’d never see him again. But he didn’t want to make his new Omega hate him - no, he wanted Peter to worship him. And that took a gentle hand.

Peter was coming home with Tony for the rest of the week, to see where he would eventually be living. Peter, now in his normal street clothes, tried to hide his excitement.

“Mr. Stark,” he said, voice wavering only slightly, “I wanted to - to thank you. For taking my contract. And also, it’s like amazing! I’m Iron Man’s Omega now!” He blushed deep red, but continued to babble, “And you’re such a hot Alpha, I can’t believe you don’t already have an Omega. Oh, even if you do, I’m okay with sharing. I know I’m pretty young still, so I don’t know if I’ll be any good for you.”

Tony raised his hand, palm open, and Peter immediately stopped speaking. “You’re my only Omega,” Tony explained, “I’ve been wanting you for a long time. You’ll be perfect for me.” He’d train Peter to be perfect. Starting today. Once Peter bared his mark, Tony would own him completely, body and soul.

Peter nodded, shy smile quickly expanding over his lips. His fingers twitched on the seat, reaching out toward Tony before stopping. Tony took the Omega’s hand in his own and let them both rest on Peter’s thigh. Peter whimpered softly at the Alpha’s touch. He was such an eager little thing already. Tony wondered how Norman had resisted, Peter was practically begging to be claimed.

Tony took them straight to the penthouse once they arrived at Stark Tower, ignoring the gathered paparazzi at his door by slipping in through a hidden entrance. He didn’t need pictures of his pretty Omega all over the media. That would come in time, when no one else could legally claim Peter. The Omega at his side stumbled out of the elevator in awe of the new home. “Mr. Stark!” He exclaimed, “This place is so cool!”

“Welcome home, boss,” Friday greeted. “And guest.”

Peter startled at her voice but quickly recovered. “Is that your AI?” He asked, beaming when Tony nodded. Peter turned his attention to the ceiling. “I’m Peter, Peter Parker. I’m Mr. Stark’s Omega.”

“Noted,” Friday replied, “Welcome home, Peter.”

He was certainly proud of the title. The little tease, ruling up his Alpha’s possessive nature without even realizing. Peter wandered through the house with Tony trailing behind, poking his head into various rooms. They ended the tour at the master bedroom, and Peter whirled around, confused pout on his face.

“Something wrong?” Tony asked. He knew Peter was searching for something, he’d been flitting from room to room, determined to locate something in particular.

“Can... can I see your Iron Man suits?” Peter said.

Ah. That’s what his little minx wanted. Tony grinned and tapped his chest. The Iron Man hub flickered to life, lighting up before Peter’s eyes. The Omega bounced in place in anticipation, he bit his lip to hold back his little squeak. Tony let the silvery nanotech of his armor slide over his body, eyes glowing blue as it took over. Peter reached out and touched the armor, his fingers roaming over the seamless plates. Tony caught his arm and pulled him close. “Hello there,” he purred.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter gasped. He squirmed against Tony, face turning red once again. “I was just- you’re so - I didn’t...”

Tony kissed Peter, silencing his babbling, and slipping his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter stiffened in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss with a whine. Tony broke away, nuzzling Peter’s neck and dragging his teeth over the boy’s bonding gland. Peter moaned softly, “A-Alpha...”

Tony moved them to the bed and dropped Peter on to the mattress. Peter flailed for a moment, before propping up on his elbows. He scooted back, nervously retreating from the Alpha. Tony pursued, the armor sliding back into his chest piece. Tony dragged Peter by the ankle back across the bed. “Mr. Stark, we can’t!” Peter protested, “I’m not old enough...”

Tony clicked his tongue and pinned Peter to the bed. “You’re an Omega, Peter,” he said, “You were old enough when you had your first heat.”

Peter shook his head and struggled under Tony, but the Alpha gripped his wrists and held them above Peter’s head. “Breathe in,” he ordered, “You can smell how badly your body wants an Alpha.”

Peter whined again, his eyes fluttering as their scents mingled. Tony waited. He didn’t need to push Peter further, his instincts would eventually take over. He released his grip on Peter’s wrists, but still hovered over the boy. Peter trembled and took in another deep breath. Yes, he could smell Tony’s pheromones... and his body responded.

“Mr. Stark... I’ve never been with anyone,” he murmured, “But... I want... you’re just so... I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Tony nodded, pretending to weigh Peter’s words carefully. He would let the Omega decide that he needed to knotted by Tony - make the boy think it was his decision. And Peter was so wholesome, scared about not being a good Omega. Tony almost felt bad about taking him. Almost.

“Show me what you know,” Tony said. He moved back, allowing Peter space to move freely on the bed.

His Omega sat up, shaking ever so slightly, and began rolling his shirt up to drag it off his head. He pushed it up with hands, fingers splayed wide over his chest, in an attempt at seduction. Adorable, Tony thought. Peter let the shirt fall on the bed next to them once it was off. Then his hooked trembling fingers in the waistband of jeans. He hesitated and glanced to Tony for reassurance. The Alpha gave him a single nod, and Peter tugged his pants off. He kicked them to the side and knelt in front of Tony, briefs still on. Peter’s little cock was hard, outlined nicely by his tight underwear. He had leaked a little too, a dark stain on his crotch all too revealing. Peter hugged his middle with his arms, face flushed, but he didn’t hide himself.

“That’s very good,” Tony praised. Peter’s anxiety morphed at Tony’s words, and he relaxed with a shy smile.

“Will you touch me now, Alpha?” He asked.

How could Tony resist that? He offered Peter a hand and the boy took it. Tony re-positioned them once more, laying Peter back on the mattress and straddling him. Tony shrugged out of his own shirt, but left the armors housing on his chest. Peter gazed at him, eyes wide but excited. Tony freed his cock from his slacks and boxers. He took Peter’s hand and pressed it firmly to his dick. Peter jolted, fingers curling around the thick shaft and he groaned.

“Oh my god...” he gasped.

“How’s it feel?” Tony asked, “You want it?”

Peter’s eyes glossed over and fluttered closed. “More than anything,” he replied, his other hand rubbing over his lower stomach. He could feel a familiar ache growing deep inside his gut, the need to bred as if he were in heat. Peter spread his legs when Tony leaned closer. He gave Tony’s cock an experimental pump listening to Alpha groan. Tony was big - bigger than he ever imagined an Alpha could be. His fingers barely fit around it.

Tony kissed Peter’s neck again, this time he bit down, near the his gland. He sucked a quick hickey there and moved to the opposite side of Peter’s neck. The Omega panted and whimpered, squirming under Tony. The Alpha pressed his hips to Peter’s and began to grind against the boy and his palm. “I’m going to make you mine, Peter,” he said.

“Right now?” the Omega squeaked.

“Right now,” Tony chuckled. He lifted Peter’s hips and the boy released Tony’s cock. The Omega bucked his hips as Tony groped him.

“Mr. Stark...” he pleaded, “I don’t... you’re too big.”

Tony shook his head. “I’ll stretch you,” Tony assured, “You’re already slick, I can see it. I’ll fit.” He pulled Peter’s underwear off, watching with delight as his hard little dick bounced against his belly. The Omega was dripping slick slowly and Tony easily sank a finger into his hole. Peter arched up at the foreign feeling, and attempted to close his legs.

Tony pushed each of the Omega’s thighs back down. Peter mumbled an apology but Tony shrugged it off. He added a second finger to Peter’s tight, dripping heat and began stretching him. Peter bucked his hips again and cried out. It burned but when Tony’s blunt fingers prodded at his inner walls, searing pleasure coursed through him. He couldn’t hold back! Tony had barely pressed in a third finger and Peter was cumming, coating both of their stomachs.

“Oh!” He gasped.

Tony’s fingers stilled within him. Peter shivered and panted, sweat cooling on his skin. “Alpha... I’m sorry...” he cried.

Tony hushed him. “It felt good, didn’t it?” the Alpha asked. Peter nodded, blinking back a few tears. “I’m not upset with you. I want you to feel good.”

Peter nodded again. Tony thrust his fingers into Peter, forcing another mewl from him. “Ah! Mr. Stark!” Peter moaned, “Again... do that again?”

“This?” Tony asked, curling his fingers inside Peter to press against the Omega’s prostate. Peter keened and bucked again. Tony continued to tease until Peter was hard again. He dragged fingers free and Peter sobbed at the loss. Tony positioned himself and thrust into his Omega’s hole. Peter choked out a moan and then grit his teeth together. It stretched him more than Tony’s fingers had and it hurt.

Peter squeezed his thighs around Tony’s hips and whimpered. “I can’t, Mr. Stark!” he pleaded, “Its too much!”

Tony kissed him and rubbed small circles into his hips. He rolled Peter’s hips, back and forth, with his own giving Peter time to adjust. Peter breathed in deep shaky breaths, letting his body relax. He returned Tony’s kisses, allowing the Alpha to slip his tongue between his lips. Tony thrust shallowly, and Peter bit back his moan. The Alpha’s cock filled him so perfectly. As Peter looked down to where they were connected, he could see the bump of Tony’s dick in his stomach. He shuddered and tipped his head back against the bed.

“Mr. Stark!” He begged.

Tony grinned and thrust deeper into him. Peter locked his legs around Tony’s waist and rocked with the man. Peter was hot and wet on the inside, so deliciously right. His muscles instinctively clenched around Tony with each drive of his cock. Tony twisted slightly and pounded against Peter’s prostate. He moaned and babbled as Tony fucked him, “Mr. Sta-ah, ah- Stark! Al-Alpha! Yes, yes! More! Alpha! Ah, ah, ah! Mr. Stark!”

“Gonna knot you Peter,” Tony purred, “Fill you up.”

“Please, please,” Peter pleaded.

Tony shoved his dick in deep, his rapidly growing knot stretching Peter’s rim even more. Peter gasped out, his cry dying in his throat. Tony spilled into Peter, knot fully expanding to plug the Omega. He bit down on Peter’s mating gland this time, breaking the skin and sealing his ownership. Peter came again as Tony claimed him, little cock spurting between them once more. Tony rolled his hips just slightly, still pumping cum into his Omega. He pulled back and offered his on gland to Peter. The boy accepted, stifling a moan as his teeth dug into the space between Tony’s shoulder and collar. Then he went limp, dropping on the bed and just accepting the weight of Tony’s cock and knot still in him.

“All mine, Peter,” Tony said, kissing at his mark on the Omega’s throat. He held the boy close, snuggling and nuzzling at him.

Peter sighed, gazing at his Alpha with a tired smile. “Yours.” He agreed.

#starker #peter x tony #alpha/omega #au #spadestorm696 #@spadestorm696 #nff #possesive!tony #murder implied #dark!tony #requests

[the-drunk-game-master]

Norman Osborn wants to be Tony Stark

Spoilers for Spider-Man Far From home ahead! Marvel gets a lot of shit for making all their villians the same. Or at least, they used to. Everyone was a dumb grey monster or an evil businessman that was pissed off at Tony Stark (Or a very similar character, Hank Pym). Obadiah Stane, Justin Hammer, Aldritch Killian. Even Spider-Man's villians are only fighting him because Tony Stark Screwed them over. Adrian Toomes steals from Tony Stark, and tells Spider-Man to stay out of his way. Quentin Beck had his "Glory" stolen by Stark and copies his shtick by flying around in armor and shooting lasers from his hands. 

It would be super easy to make Norman Osborn one of these cookie cutter bad guys. Barely an inconvenience, as a popular youtuber is known to say. He is a chemical weapons manufacturer after all. If I myself were a youtuber, I'd show the scene from Sam Ramey's Spider-Man where Norman Osborn gets screwed over by his shareholders, and edit in Tony Stark at one of the chairs at that table. I don't even need to give him any lines, just have him be on his phone and ignoring William Defoe's great performance. Hell, the special weapon that those bigwigs choose to fund instead of Oscorp looks a lot like an early Iron Man prototype. 

I think it would be more interesting if, instead of hating Stark, Osborn LOOOVES Stark. He wants to be Stark, and copies him. Not the way Quentin Beck copied Stark, just going for the glory of superherodom. Norman Osborn should believe in what Stark believed in. He should believe in protecting Earth, by any means necessary. the only difference is that he should take it too far.

about a decade ago, I was reading spider-man comics, along with some X-Men and other stuff. I wasn't the super nerd that I am now, but I was reading Spidey's arc for civil war. it started with Peter already working with Tony, in his Iron Spider Suit. MJ and Aunt May knew about his life, and even lived safely in Stark Tower. The civil war broke out, and as a show of good faith towards Tony, Peter willingly showed his face and gave his name on national telivision. it showed the reaction of everyone he knew, including his hated enemies. Then Spider-Man realized that Tony Stark (And also Reed Richards) were going way too far in their pursuit to track down and arrest rogue superheroes. Spider-Man realized he was on the wrong side of the war, and had to do the right thing, even though it would put the two women he loved in mortal danger. Shit hit the fan hard, Iron Man's Gauntlets clashed with Cap's shield, and at the end of the day, Peter returned bloody and bruised to a hotel room where his wife and Aunt were staying, ready to leave New York as fugitives. The Civil War story arc for Spider-Man ended with Aunt May getting shot by a mercinary with a sniper rifle, and Peter holding her in his arms.

the next Arc, Back in Black, begins with Peter losing his shit and throwing a jeep throw the third floor wall of a building across the street, trying to kill the man that shot his aunt. Shit gets super dark, with Peter going to Batman or Daredevil lengths of vengeance, and then almost going full Punisher. he even puts on a clothe version of his black suit, to signify that while the red white and blue Spider-Man was a protector, a symbol for justice, the black and white spider-man has nothing but vengeance in his heart. 

The Civil War story also leads into the Secret Invasion storyline, where a shit ton of skrulls impersonate superheroes now that Earth is vulnerable. In Spider-Man Far From Home, we get hints that there may be some kree agents impersonating humans, and perhaps a hint to that Back in Black storyline, although I doubt that would get as dark. the reason I'm bringing Secret Invasion up at all is because it's resolved by Norman Fucking Obsorn shooting the skrull queen in the god damn face. I don't remember how he managed it. the guy dresses up like a skrull all the time, so maybe he just wrinkled the chin on his goblin mask and waltzed on in, figuring Skrulls would never expect someone to impersonate them. but what is super important is that this caused the god damn green goblin to be allowed to run the next friggin set of Avengers.

y'all remember Iron Patriot from Iron Man 3? that was originally Norman Osborn, wanting to merge the styles of the two leaders of the Avengers so that he could be a big dick hero. He had his name run through the mud, and rightly so because he’s an asshole who clones people just for shits and giggles. but he wanted to change how the people perceived him. He got it in his head that he could be a better superhero than Spider-Man. After the Secret Invasion, they had the Dark Reign, where Osborn hired a bunch of supervillians to impersonate the old Avengers team. Wolverine was replaced by his son, Daken, wearing a wolverine suit, while Bullseye got to wear Hawkeye's suit, and venom got to impersonate Spider-Man.

Now, there's also an extra twist in this that connects to the MCU. At the time of the Dark Reign, it wasn't Eddie Brock or Flash Thompson bonded with the Venom Symbiote, it was Mac Gargan. The Scorpion. the guy who got put in jail in Homecoming, and said he had guys on the outside that would kill Spider-Man and his family once they got his name. Well they sure have his name now! I doubt Gargan would become venom just for the Dark Reign storyline, but I can see him getting into the scorpion suit just to go kill Peter. It was originally designed to be an anti-spider-man weapon, and in the Ultimate Comics Scorpion was even a Clone of Peter. So Scorpion being the evil mirror of Spider-Man could work. The suit would give him similiar strength and speed. Osborn could still hire Mac Gargan as his official Spider-Man stand in, and since Spider-Man is labeled as a terrorist, they don't even need to pretend he's Spider-Man, just someone like Spider-Man for theming or branding purposes.

hell, we might have already even seen the Scorpion suit, or at least part of it. Spider-Man keeps his Iron Spider suit in a fancy containment chamber in his house, and never even puts it on in Far From Home. I assume it's an emergency only suit for him. Since the baddies know who he is, it would be pretty easy for someone to break in and steal it, if they know what they're looking for. A few tweaks and a new paint job later,  Spider-Man is fighting a viscious killer who's wearing the suit that helped him fight aliens a short while ago. the spider-legs in the back could be rebuilt into a tail, perhaps by a Doctor Otto Octavious...

Now, that's how the Dark Reign started. you know how the Dark Reign Ended? Thor came back to Earth after Asgard's destruction, with his entire floating city.  Norman framed one of the Asgardians for the destruction of a stadium full of people. Then he led Hammer, which had replaced Shield at the time, on a full on war against New Asgard. 

All the pieces are in place for this storyline to commence. New Asgard is in Norway. The Avengers are mostly either retired or passed on. Spidey's framed. Skrulls and Kree are running around Earth playing Guess Who. Osborn probably already bought Stark Tower during the Blip timeskip.  If they bring Task Master in for Black Widow to fight, he could wear the Hawkeye suit. Although I’d love to see Bullseye in this sort of movie... hell I’d also love to see Taskmaster copy all of Black Widow and Captain America’s moves. Maybe Taskmaster could secretly be a woman who was part of the Red Room stuff? that would be pretty neat for a Black Widow movie...

What I'd especially like to see from the MCU version of Norman Osborn is them introducing him as a guy who wants to be a hero, trying so hard to be both Iron Man and Captain America. It would be a great superhero tragedy if he really believed in Iron Man’s dream of a suit of armor around the Earth, but he became a dictator. Maybe he thinks he's created the next Super Soldier Serum, but it turns out to be the Goblin Serum instead. He could test it on himself, and it could amplify his already present violent tendencies.

#MCU #Phase 4 #Dark Reign #Dark Riegn #Norman Osborn #Spider-Man #Avengers #Dark Avengers #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Green Goblin #ceaseless rambling #Theories

[sarcasticorgasms]

okay look. i know we're all super happy about spiderman goin back to sony and having a movie that actually focuses on peter and not like. everybody but peter- but i do! i do think that it could have been done so much better if it had been directed by taika or someone who actually cared about the character!

the thought of peter dealing with the loss of a father figure is a really really dark topic that can be explored and told in a way that is much more nuanced! not to mention the fact that they completely ignored the 10 years of character development of tony, who yeah! was not a good person, but realized it and grew from it and spent every waking moment after that trying to make the world a better and safer place. so THEN you just had tony give peter, a CHILD, this actual war crime of a weapon and completely destroy tonys development and character arc. but the movie isn't about tony! its about peter.

so THEN you have nick fury have this fucking MINOR reveal his secret identity to complete fucking strangers, the one thing you never goddamn do? nick fury king of secrets is just gonna let this child endanger himself and his family by reveal himself? and THEN (i felt so fucking vindicated in the after credits) he stars tearing this CHILD apart for wanting to maybe take a beat after watching his father figure die in front of him, the trauma of coming back after five years (which was barely even mentioned, like HOW is the movie not focused on that) and nick fury says you're the only one who can save the world from this avengers level threat that would be much better to have a team attack considering spiderman's powers do NOTHING to! i get that this is in the comics, but its just stupid!

AND THEN! the main fucking villain is, AGAIN, purely focused on hating TONY STARK!!! we couldve had a movie about fuckin SANDMAN but NOOOOO we had to have this band of villains who are angry at tony stark for essentially, nothing! beck is an actual fucking psychopath who is hellbent on having the world see him as a hero (what was the plan after that?) and he just happens to know about edith that coincides with his plan perfectly???? also. when, praytell, did tony design this shit for peter?

also, quick tangent, but that one guy that basically works with the robots, the one that obediah stane yelled at? why the fuck was he mad at tony??? literally the only person he should have been mad at was stane? what a major fucking plothole lmao

so back to my point. look, i liked the movie as a movie. there were moments that made my heart clench (i.e peter on the jet and the cinematic parallels! i straight up bawled!) i loved the scenes with MJ and ned!!! the special effects were insanely good! but honestly? when the most memorable scene of your movie is the post credits, you didn't make a good fucking movie.

what this movie should have done, if anything, was have peter keep his identity a secret. either you go dark and have peter exhibit the signs of ptsd and depression and anxiety of going through all that shit, have him fight someone who will make sense with whats happened in the universe, have them fucking stay in nyc, because he feels obligated to help, because it makes sense that this is where he fights as it wont immediately give away his identity like it did in europe. have him fight norman osborne (the green goblin), a man who has so much money and spends it on nefarious purposes. have there be parallels between norman and tony- the difference between two men- one who made his money off war, and one who made his money off of science, and how their paths ultimately merged and then diverged in the opposite. tony focusing then on science and norman starting to become greedy, selling chemical weapons and of course trying to recreate a superhero, who hoards his wealth and experiments on innocent people. norman, who in his greed and obsession and mania, experiments on himself and becomes the green goblin. peter who is desperately trying to get norman back to his normal self, who tells him he has good in him and he can change. but norman is too far gone, and peter has this dilemna of how he can defeat him without becoming a monster too.

#mcu #spm #spiderman #marvel #looki have a lot of opinions and i dont think erik sommers or chris mckenna were good choices for writing this movie #and i dont think jon watts was a good directing choice #taika waititi should have been at least a co-writer or director on this #long post #meta analysis

[twobitmulder]

Thoughts on the MCU Peter Parker and Reboots

Okay, I try to stay positive in general and I make it a rule never to criticize someone’s love of a movie just because I don’t like it, so that’s not what this will be. If you love MCU Peter Parker, that’s awesome. If you think his relationship with Tony Stark is the sweetest thing, more power to you. You know why, because that’s what’s presented on screen. That is the version of events as presented in the MCU and so it’s just as much a legitimate version of the character as the one I spent 23 years getting attached to. But....

Heaven help me it just doesn’t work for me. I thought maybe it was just a bad first impression and that it’d grow on me but it’s only gotten worse and rather than bash the movies or anything like that, I’d just kind of like to try to figure out why this version of my favorite hero doesn’t gel for me.

And, having thought long and hard, it comes down to Tony Stark. I’m not the first person to say they don’t like how Peter has become Stark’s sidekick but I think it’s more than that. Now, if you love Tony Stark and are still dealing with Endgame then you don’t need to read this part. It’s gonna be critical and I wouldn’t wish that kind of emotional turmoil on anyone.

Also, there be spoilers ahead.

Stark in MCU Peter’s life basically occupies the role of two classic Spider-Man characters. Uncle Ben....and Norman Osborne. In Homecoming he fills the narrative role that Norman Osborne dies in most adaptations of Spider-Man since the 90s series, but particularly the Raimi Osborne. He’s wealthy, brilliant, and so far above the common man he can’t see how he hurts people and he sees enough of himself in Peter that he positions himself explicitly as a surrogate father. He’s everything Peter thinks he wants to be.

Most classical interpretations of Peter Parker have their character development by realizing that these kinds of powerful men aren’t who he should strive to be, that he’s his own man and he doesn’t need their approval. He can be better by being his own person. Even in the comics when Peter was briefly on Stark’s side during Civil War he came to this realization. Part of the theme of Spider-Man has always been finding

“I had a father. His name was Ben Parker.”

I know they didn’t want to rehash the origin but it’s so weird to barely acknowledge Uncle Ben. When Peter has his big moments of strength it’s always for “Mister Stark” a man who, throughout Homecoming, wouldn’t give Peter the time of day. They throw out lines that make it clear Ben died and that’s why Peter is Spider-Man, but the movie just ignores that in favor of Peter getting Stark’s approval.

Throughout the movie the narrative gives Stark the moral high ground over Peter. Stark who took an unregistered minor to Germany, lies to his guardian, and is I might point out, at least partially responsible for creating the system that drove Toomes to crime in the first place.

And then in Endgame Stark dies in Peter’s arms and in the trailers for Far From Home Peter is trying to live up to his legacy and it just feels off.

The MCU Peter is essentially Tim Drake and while I love Tim Drake, he’s not Spider-Man.

So how would I fix it? I wouldn’t. It’s a super successful movie that resonated with a million people on an emotional level. I may not like it, but I’m not cruel or conceited enough to think I couldor should fix it.

Honestly, I just wish they’d folded the Andrew Garfield Spider-Man into the MCU. It wasn’t perfect but it was closer to the Spider-Man I grew up with. I miss the Peter who designed all his own equipment on his own, who takes down corrupt industrialists and carries on even when nobody in the public liked him.

But hey, I’m not the only Spidey fan in the world. You all enjoy your MCU Spider-Man and I’ll enjoy PS4 Spider-Man and we can all agree that Peter Parker is a kind hearted genius who loves his aunt/mother and never gives up trying to do what’s right.

#spider man #peter parker #uncle ben #ben parker #iron man #tony stark #mcu #I wish I liked it more i really do #I like all his classmates #i like Ned and MJ and Aunt May and I’m nuetral on Flash

[81scorp]

Constructive criticism: Spider-Man 3 (2007)

(Originally posted as an editorial on Deviantart Dec 7, 2016)

Ah yes... Spider-Man, one of my favourite marvel superheroes.I remember that there was talk about making a live action Spider-Man in the early nineties and James Cameron was gonna direct it. Some time later in the early twothousands I started to get confirmation that a live action Spider-Man movie was indeed in production. (Directed by Sam Raimi though, but he directed Darkman, which I liked, so he seemed like a good pick.) Before this there had been mostly DC in the cinema when it came to comicbook superhero movies, and pretty much only of two of the most wellknown heroes DC had, Superman and Batman. And it was mostly Batman. In both cases the franchises started good but got dumber and worse with every sequel. It seemed like Hollywood just couldn`t make good superhero movies. Then an X-Men movie came out. Maybe not perfect but at least it understood the sourcematerial. Then came the Spider-Man movies. After waiting for ten years was it everything I hoped it would be? Not quite to be honest, but don`t get me wrong, I did like it and it was good. It had all the basic things that Spider-Man should have; webswinging, a colourful supervillain (both metaphorically AND literally), Mary Jane, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, fights, people being saved, badassery and great powers followed by great responsibility. I would have preferred a different look for Green Goblin though. Give him a costume closer to the comics, but with pants instead of bare legs.Then came the sequel and I liked it even more, it felt like the logical next step for the characters of the first movie to take. Then came the third movie... maybe not bad per se but it felt like a step down from the second movie. If you like it I can understand, it has some redeeming qualities but still... it had more subplots and characters than it knew what to do with. It seemed like Hollywood, once again, just couldn`t make good superhero movies. Anyway, it`s here now on my constructive criticisms. So let us see, in my very subjective editorial, how I would have done it differently.

With great power comes great SPOILERS Sandman, Gwen Stacy and the butler Lose them. As much as I like Gwen, she wasn`t necessary for the story. She was only there so that MJ could get jealous, and it just feels like a step down from how MJ was written in Spider-Man 2.I do like the moment where Flint Marko has been turned into sand for the first time. You can tell by his body language that he`s thinking: "Dear god. What have I become?" But his story takes time and focus from the symbiote plot-line that, in many ways, is the spine of the movie.The butler wasn`t in the first two movies, not noticably anyway, but that`s not the problem. If he knew that Spidey didn`t kill Norman why didn`t he tell Harry that sooner? On the fence: Topher Grace A part of me thinks that Topher Grace was a bad choice for playing Eddie Brock. I would have prefered a little older actor because I think that the idea of Eddie competing against Peter, a much younger and more successful photographer, would only add more fuel to his inferiority complex that would drive him to become Venom. On the other hand: Maybe Topher Grace would have been better as Eddie if the script had been better. So: either keep Topher Grace or replace him with (and this is just some of my personal picks) Jeremy Renner or Nathan Fillion.

Story: The beginning is pretty close to the beginning of the movie that we got: things are going well for Peter and he goes to see MJ perform on stage. In my version however her performance isn`t singing but acting. She performs in a stage version of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (she plays a supporting role, but it`s a wellwritten and important role). After the show is over Pete congratulates MJ and meets Harry Osborn who he tries to reason with but Harry is still hellbent on revenge. Before Pete meets Aunt May to tell her that he plans to propose to MJ he bumps in to Eddie Brock who is in a hurry and doesn`t have time to chat with him because he`s "chasing a big scoop". A masked terrorist named Sin-Eater is mentioned a few times on newspaper headlines, he`s kinda like the unabomber in this universe. (Yes, Sin-Eater is gonna be in this one, but he doesn`t play a big part.) Pete gets attacked by Harry Osborn and they fight, but instead of Harry knocking himself out and losing his memory he chases Pete into an abandoned old building that he demolishes with lots of grenades. There`s no sign of Pete in what`s left of the building but Harry knows that he must`ve escaped. Since Harry knows Pete`s secret identity Pete knows that Harry might use his loved ones to get to him, so he tells MJ to get out of town with Aunt May. MJ reluctantly agrees to this and tells Aunt May that she thinks it would be good for them to get a little time of their own for a little female bonding. They leave early the next morning. Pete does his usual shtick, superheroing as Spider-Man and selling his photos to Jameson but all the time doing so while looking over his shoulder, fully aware that Harry is out there. (Yes, I know that he has spider-sense that warns him, but still.) When Pete`s at the Bugle he bumps into Brock who has just finished talking to his dad on the phone, or rather, his dad`s answering machine. Here`s where we get a little human moment from Brock where he tells Pete that he and his dad hasn`t talked to eachother for some time. He then runs away to "chase his big scoop". We get one scene where Harry visits Aunt May`s house to find that no one is home (thus validating Pete`s paranoia). He smiles confidently and shakes his head. "You`re a clever boy Pete, you knew what I was gonna do." Meanwhile at Aunt May and MJ`s hide out: May realises that there`s something odd about this very sudden "female bonding" trip that MJ practically forced her to join and wonders if there`s someting going on that MJ doesn`t want her to know. Is it about Peter? Is he in trouble? MJ tries to calm her down and says that there is nothing of that kind going on. Aunt May pretends to accept MJ`s explanation but senses that she`s lying, MJ herself feels awful for lying to May. Later that evening at Pete`s apartment: Peter collpapses on his bed after a long day. The black goo that attached itself to his moped on his date with MJ (Yes, I`m going with the movie`s version of how that happened.) comes out of the shadows and devours Pete. Spidey wakes up hanging upsidedown outside a building, looking at his reflection in the window. He feels more confident and powerful. He goes out swinging and finds a masked terrorist who`s about to blow up a mall. Spidey beats him up and uses more violence than necessary. He stops himself from killing the terrorist, webs him up and leaves him outside a police station. Pete doesn`t like what he just did, he almost killed that man. Criminal or not, that`s just something that he shouldn`t do. Could it be the suit? Is it making him more aggressive? But then the suit clouds his judgement and he tells himself that he has everything under control, what happened was just a one-time thing. The next day the police arrests the terrorist who turns out to be that Sin-Eater that has been mentioned in the news. Since Sin-Eater has been caught Brock reveals to Jonah what "the big scoop" that he chased earlier was. All this time Brock had been telephone-interviewing Sin-Eater who had told him a lot about his life-philosophy and about how "decadent he thinks our secular society is". Jonah likes it, it`s extremely in depth. Brock could win the Pulitzer prize for it. Hearing this makes Brock beam with pride. That same evening Spidey is out webswinging and runs into Harry. They fight. At one point Harry uses a sonic grenade and here`s where we learn that the black suit is vulnerable to loud noises. Spidey gets the upper hand, goes really violent and almost beats Harry to death. Harry manages to escape and all of this has been caught by a guy with a video camera. It later ends up on the late news and is seen by MJ. Once again Pete feels bad for going too far and once again the suit makes him think that it wasn`t a big deal.The next day Brock`s interview is published in the Bugle. Jonah congratulates him in his office when Brock`s phone suddenly rings. It`s Sin-Eater! But wait a sec, isn`t he in jail? Maybe he used his one phone call to call Brock? But then Brock (and Jonah) finds out that the man calling doesn`t know that Sin-Eater is in jail, the man calling isn`t even Sin-Eater! All this time Brock was interviewing a mentally ill man who pretended to be Sin-Eater. (The man also has no TV or easy access to the news paper, that`s why he didn`t knew that the real S-E was behind bars.) This is bad! Todays newspaper has already been printed! Jonah fires a distraught Eddie Brock. Later that day MJ comes to Peter`s apartment. (Yes, Pete told her and May to stay out of the city to be safe from Harry, but right now Harry`s not much of a threat compared to Pete.) She saw Spidey`s and Harry`s fight on the news and thinks that he went too far. They start to argue and Peter pushes MJ into the wall... just as Aunt May walks in and sees it. Pete realizes what he`s done and runs out of his apartment to be alone. He sits on top of a building to think, sees a church and gets an idea. He uses the loud noise from the churchbells to rid himself of the alien suit. Eddie Brock happens to be in the same church at the time. After the suit has been separated from Pete it looks for a new host and finds Eddie... who turns into Venom. Pete returns home to his apartment (with clothes that he has taken from some church-charity thing) where May and MJ are waiting. (It`s his apartment after all and they don`t have the key, so they can`t leave it unlocked.) After some talking MJ forgives Pete and a few minutes later May does the same. After this Pete (as Spidey) swings over to Harry to patch things over with him as well. (He is of course smart enough to realize that it`s not gonna be a walk in the park.) When they meet we see that Harry`s face has been damaged from their latest fight and he doesn`t want to reconcile with him. He doesn`t want to fight him either but he wants him to get the hell away from his property. Somewhere else: Venom kidnaps Jonah, takes him to a construction site and soon gets Pete`s attention thanks to the news. Spidey suits up, swings to the site and tries to reason with Eddie, but Eddie won`t listen. He says that he and the suit has a "symbiotic relationship" and after that he starts to refer to himself in plural ("we" and "us"). He knows that Spider-Man is Peter because the suit told him that. Spidey and Venom fight. After a few blows have been delivered Eddie says to Spidey: "Can`t sense when I`m coming, can you? That`s right! The suit knows all about your little extra warning sense! And it knows how to not trigger it!" Harry sees their fight on the news. Spidey manages to incapacitate Venom long enough to break away from the fight and rescue Jonah. But then Venom gets the upper hand and knocks Spidey out. He`s about to kill Spidey when... Harry comes to the rescue! Harry and Venom fight, Spidey manges to regain consciousness just in time to see... Venom stabbing Harry with his own hoverboard! Spidey fights Venom and defeats him (or "them) the same way he did it in the movie. (Harry is strong enough to still be alive, he pulls out a grenade that he throws to Spidey that Spidey throws at the symbiote.) Eddie isn`t desintegrated by the blast, just knocked unconscious by it. Pete and Harry say their good byes and Harry dies with peace in his heart. The next day Peter visits Aunt May, gives her the ring back and says that he`s not ready to marry MJ yet, maybe some day but not in a near future. The next day Pete, MJ and Aunt May go to Harry`s funeral. Next we see MJ and Pete (in Spider-Man costume but without the mask on) on the roof of a tall building staring at the sunset.

The End Mid credit scene: Eddie is in the hospital in a coma. We get a re-play of the moment when the explosion killed the symbiote and knocked him out. A close up shows that a small piece of the symbiote managed to escape. Back to Eddie in the hospital: the symbiote is outside his window, it sneaks in and devours him. We get a close up of one of his eyes as he wakes up from the coma. Yes, I know, my version is not much better than the official version. Even in this one Venom doesn`t appear until the third act. But with Sandman and other distractions gone we at least get more time to explore Eddie and understand his goals and motivations. When I first came up with this I was originally not going to have Venom in it. I was gonna use Lizard since he had already been mentioned and shown in the first two movies and it felt like a waste to not use him.   

And no: I`m not gonna do a CC of the The Amazing Spider-Man movies. Because A: I don`t want my gallery to be filled with thousands of editorials. I want my visual art to outnumber (or atleast be in equal quantity to) my written stuff. B: Spider-Man 3 has been on my CC list for a couple of months while TASM 1&2 haven`t been on the list at all. (Not that they don`t have a few things in them that I would like to change though.) If I were to give them the CC treatment I would sum it up like this: a: Don`t reboot them, make them sequels. It is possible to make sequels with a new director and a new cast. Just saying. Or b: Just stop after Spider-Man 3 and let the rights revert back to Marvel.

#81scorp #spider-man #marvel #constructive #criticism #sam raimi

[charlion-em]

Home Sounds Good

For @thefangirlhasarrive who won the 2nd place prize from the giveaway <3 This was such a cute prompt and I had a blast writing it!  <br>

Pairing: Peter Parker/Harry Osborn (parksborn) Rating: G Summary: Home is where you can drink milk from the carton - and also where you keep your pants. Warnings: none Words: 1,652

A/N: This was such a treat to write. I forgot how much fun it is to write these two!

It was all very domestic, and with sudden clarity Harry realized that was not a bad thing. For as much as he loved Peter, there was always a part of him which was afraid of continuing the cycle of dysfunction he came from, something which always held him back from asking for more. Though Norman was far removed from his life now, a part of Harry worried he would someday begin to mirror his father’s behavior.

Yet here they were, together for nearly a year and not a sign of slipping into the abusive behavior he grew up with; in fact, it was the exact opposite, and he thanked his lucky stars for the sunshine Peter always brought into his life.

From his seat at the dining table he watched as his boyfriend fumbled with the lid of the milk carton then tipped it to his mouth. Harry half expected the contents to drip down Peter’s chin, but the other man had plenty of practice with the savage act. He didn’t comment, and hid his fond smile behind his coffee mug.

“You’re out of milk,” Peter said. He tossed the now empty carton into the sink and sauntered over to Harry.

Harry hummed, mentally correcting ‘you’re’ to ‘we’re’. “Maybe I should start buying a whole gallon instead of a half gallon? Seeing as I’m always buying milk.”

Peter had the sense to duck his head. “Sorry Harry. I guess I’ve been spending more time here than at home. I’ll pick you up another half gallon after work, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“Just get a gallon.” Harry grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of his table. “You’ll drink it anyway- you practically live here.”

“No I don’t.”

Harry eyed Peter’s coat hanging by the door. It was July, and the garment had been there for months. “You can move in, I don’t know why you keep your apartment.” It was more of a flat than apartment, seeing as how the living room doubled as the bedroom- but Harry kept the comment to himself.

With a shrug, Peter walked around the table to grab his bag. He turned to Harry, who was still in his boxers. “If you don’t get going you’ll be late again.”

Harry waved him off, “I’ll be fine, pros of being the boss. I do have a later meeting, so I won’t be home until around 7.”

“Oh…” Peter paused with his hand on the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He left before Harry could offer a late dinner. “Oh, Peter.” He shot of a text instead. Peter was right, he should get dressed and get to work.

Now that he was looking, he found a lot of Peter’s belongings intertwined with his own. It must have happened slowly, because without specifically looking everything felt in place.

They belonged.

Peter’s toothbrush wasn’t surprising, but his favorite facial lotion was. How long had it been on his bathroom counter?

Extra clothes were normal to keep at your boyfriend’s place, he probably had a spare outfit at Peter’s. But two whole drawers were full of Peter’s clothes. And the suit Peter wore to that event at the museum three months ago hung next to his in the closet.

If he wasn’t already running late, Harry would have continued to search for Peter’s things. Seeing as he would probably be alone for the evening, he would have plenty of time to look later. But what would he do with this new information?

Harry groaned as he pushed into his condo. Meetings drained his energy, and his usual mood charger had declined his invitation for a late dinner. The silence of his home was unnerving, and it was now Harry realized how long it had been since he spent a whole evening alone. Without Peter’s constant chatting or his tinkering on some new project, the condo felt empty and too large for just one person.

He decided dinner would just be a quick sandwich, nothing fancy or requiring effort. All he wanted to do was ease his growing hunger and fall onto his couch and watch reruns on t.v.. He could go over the meeting reports tomorrow when he had Peter to distract him from their monotony.

He opened the fridge to grab the lunch meat and paused, hand outstretched. On the middle shelf sat two fresh half-gallons of milk.

“Peter,” Harry sighed. He closed the door without gathering the ingredients for a sandwich. Instead, he pulled out his phone to text a quick ’really?’ to Peter. Quickly followed with ’it is cheaper to just get a gallon.’

A few seconds later Peter’s reply came through. ‘it’s called compromise.’

“OH MY GOD PETER,” Harry shouted at the ceiling. He growled, sending off another text as he began to pace. ‘just come home, pete.’

‘i am at home.’

Harry stopped in his tracks. Home. Despite his hangups, at some point he had started to consider this their home. And he thought Peter had as well. Especially given the time he spent there and the amount of belongings which were woven among his own.

Peter’s belongings.

Harry stomped into the bedroom, easily re-locating the items he’d found that morning. He aimed his phone at them, snapping quick photos of each location Peter had claimed. Peter’s clothes in the drawers and in the closet, the various hygiene items in the bathroom, and the old camera bag tossed on the chair next to the bed.

He searched the condo, snapping photos of every last bit of the evidence Peter lived there. It would look so bare without Peter’s things.

He text the photos to Peter one by one with no words of explanation. Just a slew of photos of random items which held no meaning by themselves, but spoke volumes in the context of their conversation.

After those photos were sent, Harry turned the camera around to his face. He easily morphed his face into the saddest pout he could muster.

Harry hit send with less force than he had with the other photos and fell face-first onto the couch, tossing his phone onto the floor nearby. How Peter reacted would probably determine the direction their relationship would take. Would they continue as they had been- in a limbo between casual and serious commitment- or would they push forward, take the next step? Not long after he had pushed his face into the decorative pillows, the sound of keys jiggling in the door broke the silence of the condo. Peter was the only other person to have a key. Harry rolled over enough to see the door, wondering just how Peter made it across town so quickly. It was fast, even for him.

Peter entered quickly and shut and locked the door, biting his lip when he turned and saw Harry on the couch. For what it was worth, Harry was proud he was able to hold back a burst of laughter when he took in Peter’s appearance.

He pushed himself up so he was sitting on the couch. “What are you wearing?” Harry couldn’t keep the mirth from his voice.

Peter picked at his neon yellow shirt with ‘swag’ scrawled diagonally across the chest. It clashed horribly with the dark purple and orange polka dot swim trunks and snow boots. “The shirt was Sam’s ‘gift’,” he made air quotes, “during one of his ‘get Peter to not dress like a nerd’ ‘projects’.”

Ah, Harry remembered those ‘projects’- which usually backfired since Peter managed to make anything look nerdy just by wearing it. The ‘swag’ shirt didn’t seem to be any different.

“So, uhhhh.” He shrugged, looking sheepish as he looked anywhere but Harry. “My clothes got sorta disintegrated along with my backpack… and uh, I guess my all good clothes are here?”

Harry dropped his head into his hands, knowing better than to ask why Peter’s backpack was disintegrated. Peter always gave too many details, he preferred the watered down version of Spider-Man’s exploits that the news gave.

Peter’s weight dipped the couch cushion. “And, you’re here too. I’m saving that picture as your caller ID, by the way.”

Harry sighed. “And you’ve had a key for like, ever.” He pulled his head back up, meeting Peter’s gaze. “Why are you so afraid of moving in?”

“I guess I already have, huh?”

“Peter.”

“Okay. Okay.” Peter bit his lip and scooted closer to Harry. Whenever they had a serious discussion, Peter snuggled as close as possible to Harry. “I guess, I don’t know, it’s like I’d be admitting I can’t do it myself? I’ll never be able to afford a place like this. I don’t want to be a kept man.”

“What’s mine is yours, Peter.” Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You put your life on the line for this city everyday, you deserve to be happy. So what if you don’t make a lot of money? You’re worth isn’t based on that.”

They stayed pressed together for a few moments before Harry turned and kissed Peter’s forehead. “If your only objection is the price of this place, we can shop around for something else.”

Peter shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. “Are we ready? Like. It’s a big step, right?”

Harry held him tight. “I guess we decided we were ready a while ago, hmm?” Probably around the time Peter kept the spare key after Harry got back from a business trip.

“Yea, I guess my jeans knew better than I did.”

“Speaking of…” Harry pulled back and eyed Peter’s ensemble. “How about you change and we’ll go out to dinner to celebrate officially realizing you moved in?”

Peter’s smile was bright as he flipped over the back of the couch. “How about pajamas and we order take out? Stay home?”

“Home sounds good.”

And they were finally home together.

Thank you for reading!

#parksborn #ultimate spider-man #fluff #fluffier than cotton candy #domestic fluff

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SUMMARY

The film opens as Rose is found drifting alone in a small rowboat. Two fishermen find it and pull her onto their own boat, barely alive and in a horrible state. Her voiceover indicates she had been rescued from some terrifying experience and the film’s events are flashbacks of it.

Rose is part of a group of tourists on a small commercial boat. The Captain and his mate, Keith, share a fondness for Rose. Also on board are Dobbs, who is the boat’s cook; Chuck, another tourist; and a bickering married couple named Norman and Beverly. After trouble with the engine, the navigation system goes haywire when they encounter a strange orange haze. The others sense that something is wrong. Norman in particular becomes abrasive. In the darkness of night, a hulking ship suddenly appears and sideswipes their boat. The Captain sends up a flare, which momentarily lights up the eerie sight of a huge, rotting vessel wrecked nearby.

The next morning, everyone wakes to find the Captain missing. Realizing the boat is slowly taking on water, everyone evacuates in the lifeboat and makes for a nearby island. They see the huge wreck in the light of day; it appears to have been there for decades, nothing more than a skeletal framework, and now seemingly immobile, stranded on the island’s reef. The group is startled to find the body of the Captain, apparently drowned while he was trying to check the underside of the boat for damage. They explore the island and discover a large, rundown hotel. At first they think it is deserted, but they discover a reclusive old man living there.

The man seems alarmed by their story, and he goes down to the beach to personally investigate. Under the water, strange zombie-like men gather, walking from the wreck along the ocean floor to the island. As Dobbs gathers items to help prepare food, the zombies corner him in the water and one of them attacks; before it kills him, Dobbs falls in a cluster of sea urchins and is horribly mangled. Rose discovers his body while swimming. Back inside the hotel, their reluctant host tells them that he was a Nazi commander in charge of the “Death Corps”, a group of aquatic zombies. The creatures were intended to be a powerful weapon for the Nazis, but they proved too difficult to control. When Germany lost the war, he sunk their ship. Knowing the zombies have returned, he says they are doomed. The Commander goes down to the beach again and sees a few of the zombies off in the distance; they refuse to obey and drown him.

The others locate a boat that the Commander told them about and pilot it out through the streams to the open water. They lose control of the boat, and it sails away from them, empty. A zombie drowns Norman in a stream, and another chases Rose back to the hotel, where she kills it by pulling off its goggles. Chuck, Beverly, and Keith return to the hotel, and they barricade themselves in the refrigerator unit. The close quarters and stress cause the survivors to begin infighting, and Chuck accidentally fires a flare gun, blinding Beverly. Keith and Rose escape to an old furnace room, where they hide inside two metal grates, while Beverly hides in a closet. The zombies drown Chuck in a swimming pool outside.

The next morning, Keith and Rose discover Beverly dead, drowned in a large fish tank. Now on their own, they try to escape in a small sightseeing rowboat with a glass bottom. The zombies attack, and although Keith manages to defeat one by pulling off its goggles, a second one grabs him and drowns him just as the dinghy breaches the reef and drifts free. Rose sees Keith’s lifeless body pressed up against the glass bottom of the boat and screams.

The film comes full circle, and Rose’s voice over returns. She is now in a hospital bed, seemingly writing in a journal. Her dialogue begins to repeat itself over and over, and she is revealed to be writing nonsense in her journal, showing that she has gone insane.

Peter Cushing & Fred Olen Ray

  BEHIND THE SCENES

Wiederhorn didn’t have much budget to work with on Shock Waves, but still managed to find intriguing, inexpensive ways to complete his first feature film, shooting everything in 35 days in 1975 although it wasn’t theatrically released until 1977. He was limited in how he could use Cushing and Carradine, whose contracts only accounted for four shooting days (both actors earned just $5000 each). He was able to secure a permit to film on the SS Sapona — a concrete-hulled cargo steamer which ran aground during a hurricane near Bimini in 1926 — and the Biltmore Hotel in Coral Gables, Florida, was rented for $250 per day, which was abandoned at the time.

Wiederhorn employed two cinematographers — Reuben Trane above the water, and Irving Pare below — who shot on 16mm (which was then blown up to 35mm for theatrical prints, accounting for the film’s grainy look).

  KEN WIEDERHORN INTERVIEW

I want to ask you first, does the idea of talking about SHOCK WAVES and revisiting this title excite you still? How do you feel today about the film’s legacy and your role in horror history?

KEN WIEDERHORN: I love the film because it’s the movie that keeps on giving

Do you mean that in a financial sense or otherwise?

WIEDERHORN: In the financial sense. When you make your first film, little do you know that it’s going to follow you around for the rest of your life and keep putting money in your pocket so that’s always a very nice feeling. I’m delighted when anything happens with SHOCK WAVES

Were you born and raised in Florida?

WIEDERHORN: No I’m from New York.

Ok, so how does a New Yorker end up in Florida with Peter Cushing and John Carradine?

WIEDERHORN: I was working as an assistant film editor for a documentarian who had also made some feature films and somehow he wound up being appointed the head of the film program at Columbia and he said well if you’re interested in taking some more courses let’s talk about it. I’m pretty sure I can get you into the film program’. He in fact did that. So I have an MFA with no undergraduate degree. Anyway, there I met Reuben Trane who is from Florida who was also in the films program and we partnered on our thesis film which was called MANHATTAN MELODY and that won the first Motion Picture Academy Student Film Award. Then Reuben decided that he wanted try his hand at producing a low budget film and raised some money. The investors said basically we’re fine with this as long as you guys make a horror movie because we heard that horror movies always make their money back so that’s how that happened. He raised a couple hundred thousand dollars and I drove down to Florida and we figured out how to do it there

Why a zombie movie? Or did you even think of the Nazi ghouls as zombies when you were coming up with this idea?

WIEDERHORN: I was not necessarily a horror aficionado. I really worked in the cutting room and was coming up that way. I was still very much thinking that I was going to become a producer at CBS news so I can’t say that I came to it with a great deal of interest or expertise in the horror genre. I simply went looking for material. I found a book called The Morning of the Magicians which purports to tell about the Nazi belief in the supernatural and in reading that book somehow I thought, ok this makes sense. We knew we were going to shoot the film in Florida. Reuben knew his way around boats, we were going to be in Miami so the water element came in and I suddenly had a vision of Nazis attacking Miami Beach which could be quite humorous. See, the thing for me about horror is that it always walks the line with comedy so you have to be very careful to make sure you’re on one side of that or the other so I thought, no, we can’t go in that direction. That led me to thinking about soldiers underwater and one thing led to another and with the help of a few joints we came up with the idea of underwater Nazi zombies!

Even if you haven’t seen SHOCK WAVES, you know the art and you know those creatures which have been riffed on several times in several films but there’s a look to them. Alan Ormsby did the makeup FX and the Nazis remind me of his work on Bob Clark’s DEATHDREAM, Did you give Ormsby much guidance when it came to creating these creatures?

WIEDERHORN: I hadn’t seen DEATHDREAM and I still haven’t seen it so I had nothing to relate to in Ormsby’s background. I know he had worked on a movie called CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS. Listen, when you’re in Miami, you don’t have a lot of choices in terms of crew and people to help you imagine the film so I was delighted to meet Alan because I felt we were very like-minded. He thought the film would be very problematic because one requirement was that the makeup had to withstand exposure to water. We didn’t want to get bogged down with it washing off and having to re-apply it eight times a day so he very brilliantly came up with a solution for that and it was amazing how that makeup withstood the constant submersions those guys had to make. Now as far as the details of the makeup, I know that we already decided that we wanted to make their vulnerability be exposure to light so hence the goggles and we wanted to make sure they were blonde and that came about primarily because we got a deal with a Cuban beauty school in Miami to take the guys and strip the colour out of the hair with bleach and that was affordable and doable and that’s what defined that. But Alan certainly, I would say was ninety percent responsible for the look of the zombies.

Obviously people that love SHOCK WAVES always cite the heavy dense atmosphere that the movie trades in. Talk about that eerie ruined boat. Did you find the boat first and make the movie around it?

WIEDERHORN: The wreck is off one of the Bahamian islands so we could get there easily enough from Miami. Somebody had a chart of wrecks in the south Florida area that was more oriented towards treasure hunting and somehow this wreck was marked on the map and we investigated it and discovered it was an old World War II cement ship. The hull of the ship was actually made from cement. We saw pictures of it and we thought ok that will do and that was that.

Did the script reflect that they would run into some sort of ruin or did the ruin end up being written into the script because of the existing wreck?

WIEDERHORN: No, the script was always scripted that way.

Is the boat still there do you know?

WIEDERHORN: As far as I know.

Amazing. The other key element of the film is Richard Einhorn’s minimalist music. Was Richard your choice or was be brought to you?

WIEDERHORN: Richard was also at Columbia and he was studying with a professor whose specialty was electronic music. So I went to the department head and said I’m looking for somebody who can do electronics for a horror movie score and Richard was one of the people who they recommended and we sat down and talked. I thought he would do a terrific job and I think he did. I think that the movie owes much to its music.

It sure does and you used Richard again for “EYES OF A STRANGER as well didn’t you?

WIEDERHORN: Yep and then used him again for the last film I made called A HOUSE IN THE HILLS

He went on to quite an illustrious career as a composer…

WIEDERHORN: He’s more of a serious classical modern composer and he’s done all orchestral score for JOAN OF ARC and he’s very active in New York. Richard was always my first choice for anything I was doing.

Now we’ve got to talk about Peter Cushing. This is, I think, one of his last notable horror roles…

WIEDERHORN: Ah yes, Peter. The horror movies that I actually knew were Hammer films. Why that is, I don’t know but I knew quite a number of the Hammer films and what appealed to me about them was that they really relied on story to some degree. But even more importantly, atmosphere and quality of acting. They were well produced and they were able to work on that level. So I very much had that in mind. We knew going on that we did not want to get into a lot of bloody special FX because we were making a low budget movie and it seemed to me that the way to succeed was not to become overly ambitious. To really make sure that what we were doing was something that we could in fact do. So the element that cost the least is all the elements of building suspense. I look at the film today and parts of it seem terribly slow to me but I understand and I see how at the time it worked in its way. It certainly worked because what I hear from people telling me about their experience of seeing the movie when they were 13 years old on late night TV is that when you’re channel surfing, this film stands out because it looks different. I personally really hated the locations because they were really difficult to work in terms of physical comfort. It was hot, it was humid and we would have to cover ourselves with mosquito repellent several times a day. There were sharks swimming in the water that we were working in Biscayne Bay so I think that worked for the film. I wasn’t the only one having a difficult time with the physical element that we were working it.

But back to Cushing, his nickname while making the Hammer films was “Props” Cushing because he would always find a way to work the surrounding props into his performance. Did you see any evidence of that in his work? Was he resourceful that way?

WIEDERHORN: The only prop I think he had was a cigarette holder that he used. He gave me a preview of the accent and I thought well it’s not really a German accent but it’s an accent so it’s fine. The great thing about Cushing was that he was very giving and very professional and even though he probably saw a lot of us walking into walls during the day, he was helpful and extended himself in ways that I certainly didn’t expect. In fact one day I was trying to figure out how to set up a shot on a beach somewhere and he was always available and he was always nearby, it’s not like between takes he went off and sat in his trailer, he was very available. So he’s watching me having a problem figuring things out and he gets my attention and motions me over and he says “Dear boy may I make a suggestion?” and I said “Sure Peter, what?” he says “I think if you move the camera a little bit off to the right and you lower the frame a bit you’ll get what you’re looking for and damn, he was right! I realized this is a guy who’s had more set experience than most of the directors he’s probably worked with and I knew that he was observant to what was going on. He was watching and so whenever we were ready, he was always ready. Whereas Carradine who came from a different discipline entirely and probably had been in four times as many movies as Cushing was in, he didn’t want to know about anything except what’s my line, where do I stand and when can I get the hell out of here.

Peter’s wife passed in 1970 and apparently those who worked with him around this period said he almost had a death wish. He always talked about her in a very morbid way. Was he a melancholy guy did you notice? Was that evident at all?

WIEDERHORN: I would say no. I do know about the wife but all I can tell you is that he was very open and frank about the fact that he would communicate with her through various mediums.

Have you seen any evidence of SHOCK WAVE’s influence in any other films or pop art?

WIEDERHORN: Well, people have pointed out to me that there is a whole collection of Nazi zombie movies now and I really have no idea if SHOCK WAVES had anything to do with that or not, that’s for other people to figure out. Other than that. I know it happens that there are references made to it. Somebody sent me a mystery show where SHOCK WAVES was a central part of the plot…

What about a remake? Since everything even borderline cult has been remade or is in the process of being remade, there must be somebody knocking on your door to try and do a remake of SHOCK WAVES…

WIEDERHORN: Yeah, I get that knock on the door a couple of times a year but frankly it’s usually ‘let us take an option and give us two years and we’ll see if we can get something done and I’ve been around that track many times and I figure if somebody is really serious about remaking it or doing a sequel in some way it will either happen or not. I don’t really have any interest in doing it myself.

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  SOUNDTRACK/SCORE

Richard Einhorn’s haunting experimental, analog-synth score — one of the earliest electronic compositions created for film — is often singled out for its creative use.

SHOCK WAVES LP (Waxwork Records) Original Richard Einhorn Score

  CREDITS

Cast

Peter Cushing as SS Commander

Brooke Adams as Rose

John Carradine as Captain Ben Morris

Fred Buch as Chuck

Jack Davidson as Norman

Luke Halpin as Keith

J. Sidney as Beverly

Don Stout as Dobbs

Directed by   Ken Wiederhorn

Produced by Reuben Trane

Written by    

Ken Wiederhorn John Kent Harrison

  REFERENCES and SOURCES

Delirium Issue 005

Shock Waves (1977) Retrospective SUMMARY The film opens as Rose is found drifting alone in a small rowboat. Two fishermen find it and pull her onto their own boat, barely alive and in a horrible state.

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Plot In Biblical Narrative

COMMENTARY:

I endorse this particular ministry and video. At some point, I will probably put a little money into it because I see it as a shrewed investment in the quality of my life, moving forwarad, in an enlightened self-interest kind of way.  

Christianity is an exercise in Enlightened Self- Interest. Anyone who has read Ayn Rand will recognize her formulation in this, that being "rational self-interest". As a sound bite, I stipulate to it's facial qualities. How that plays out ethically is at the core of philosophy as an inquiry into what we know, ethics being an element of philosophy, philosophy being the "infinite game" and ethics being a "finite game" subset to philosophy.  This is the moral context of "rational self-interest". This context contains "Trust" as a finite dimension.

Rand's system of thought, such as it is, represents itself as a creature of philosophy as the infinite game. In Rand's mind, her world view is perfectly coincident with "Eternal Truth" in what I would characterize as Platonic in nature, but she wouldn't agree. I have no way of knowing how she would construct this same relationship with grammer that coincides with any reality beyond it's dictionary meaning and Rand's ecology of the mind.  However, I think she would stipulate to the proposition that her thinking represented "Eternal Truth" in an unalienable kind of way. Whatever that means. In any event, that is the market place of ideas and the ethical arena she proposes to dominate with rational self-interest as she defines it, "rational" being the necessary common denominator. This is true of practically any alleged philosopher who appeals to "Reason" as their abiding muse.

As a Christian, I can stipulate to Philosophy as an infinite game as defined by James Carse in "Finite and Infintie Games". Epistemologically, Plato's theory of the Forms is a useful way to understand the Mind of The One, Or Mind. Or The One.  If you see what I mean. Socrates is all about "rational self-interest" as a way to guide personal behavior if you are Iago and you want to be able to fuck up the system to your advatage and/or amusement.  Of course, Iago was as perfectly self-aware as Jesus was in a Satanic doppleganger kind of way. Socrates was teaching insurrection, purposefully, in much the same way Newt Gingrich has been doing it since before he got into politics. One of the things you do in Counter-Intelligence and Counter-Insurgency is to spot the people doing this kind of thing, how Gingrich and Bannon accumulate power.  It's what Cornelius is describing in the Gospel of Mark: how does Jesus do the things He does and to what purpose?  In the case of Jesus, the Romans considered him to be pretty benign and to Herod, He was sort of a Cat Steven's kind of dog and pony show.  Jews didn't generally practice magic, it being a stoning offense and all, but here was this guru with more women around Him than you could shake a stick at, doing magic tricks.  And he, Herod, had steady reports from Levi, a very successful tax franchiser, with brilliant ethical discourse.  And Cornelius's spy network spotted Him coming out of the water as something special and that's how the Gospel of Mark was conceived before the facts. In Co-Intel and Co-In, you look for people like Jesus and Iago.

And Newt Gingrich and Steve Bannon, who err on the side of Iago. Politically, Mike Pence and Betsy DeVos are aligned with Gingrich and Bannon, but Pence is just too fucking dumb to know when someone besides his wife is pulling him around by his pecker while Betsy DeVos is what Jesus means by "The Love of Money is the Root of all Evil".  The Evangelical "spiritual warrior" business model that is disrupting the US Air Force Academy is based squarely on the Love of Money, in a Norman Vincent Peale "Prosperity Gospel" kind of way. Her whole fortune is bubbles up from an infinite number of up-lines in the AwWay net-work marketing community and it about as fundementalist as you can get and not be a female Muslim under Sharia law. And she's in control of Education. From my perspective, they are fully engagaed in the finite political game of the crypto-Nazi Bob Ewell-Bull Conner white supremacist dominant wing of the GOP.  During Lincoln's time, they were the Radical Republicans. Today, they run the GOP.  

Now, as a Christian, I stipulate to "rational self-interest" as a sound bite, but I am not constrained by its boundaries. Rational self-interest is, necessarily, a finite game. It's the one we aspire to in the public arena. That's the larger point to Socrates' tutelage: as you become aware of rhetoric, you become aware of your own thinking and how it is influenced. And, knowing that, you can begin to acquire what is called in cognitive science "controlling variety", which is a huge advantage in a society where most people barely sustain "requisite variety". But Socrates true purpose was to demonstrate the dimensions of citizenship as a function of "enlightened self-Interest", which he did by chugging hemlock to make his point. Without this element, anything that purports to be "enlightened self-interest" (such as the Evangelical "spiritual warrior" conceit) is actually rational self-interest, which is a way of saying your Pucker Factor is not engaged. It's like being a passionate anti-abortion Pro-Life male determined to destroy Planned Parenthood because, basically, you can't get pregnant.

Which brings me back to the theme of the video, learning how to read different types of literature, in particular, the Bible, but universally apllicable. If you have an AB in Literature, this will be part of your academic vocabulary.

Now, in terms of the pedantic elements of this video, I stipulate entirely with them. They represent a skillful demonstration of the arts and sciences of literary criticism. I wish this had been available to me in high school to say nothing of college, when it took me about 3 years to get to the point where I could write the screen play, if you see what I mean. This good poop.

It is also an example of the difference between rational self-interest and and enlightened self-interest.

Their interpretation of Gideon is from the perspective of The Rich Young Ruler in Mark.  This is exactly where the "spiritual warriors" metaphor fails. These young men, Tim Mackie and all of them, have had other priorities than military service.  Not that there is anything wrong with that. But there perspective of what is going on between The One and Gideon is informed by the League of Justice Super Heroes and not by actually being shot at. Their perspective, formed experientially, is basically the same as Ken Burns' perspective which informs the editorial position of Vietnam.  It's honest, it's rational, it reflects moral clarity, but their Pucker Factors are not engaged. So, it is rational self-interest and not enlightened self-interest.

Like Christ's path to the Cross, Gideon is given a mission by The One that can get him pretty permanently killed in a number of violent ways and he, Gideon, if being very careful in establishing the bona fides of whoever it is whiispering in his ear. Remember, Satan whispered in the ear of Judas Iscariot and tempted Mohammad in a similar manner.  Gideon didn't take the bait and Mohammad did.

Now, I have a working relationship with the Holy Spirit and I depend upon these sort of tests to move forward, the doubling of the fleece being the primary test. I have never demanded a tests in the manner of Gideon, but my relationship was more mature than Gideon's at a similar moment of decision: I left the Army and Gideon started one. And Gideon is demonstated enlightened self-interest because his Pucker Factor was engaged. The difference between me and Gideon at this particular moment of decision, my Pucker Factor was already calibrated in a Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom Be All You Can Be kind of way and his wasn't. His Pucker Factor very quicly became calibrated and the Bible demonstrates that process.  

Everything after that describes how Gideon creates a Special Operations unit to take out an opposing army in a way very similar to the way the Green Berets routed the Taliban beginning in October 2001.  The Green Berets are the Gideon's 300 of the US Army and Gideon's 300 are the Jedi Knights of the Old Testament.

From the perspective of Christianity, Philosophy is a finite game which is based on rational self-intest and is an inquiry into enlightened self-interest as a gateway to the Mind of The One.  In this respects, Epistemology is an infinite process, a verb, so to speak, providing the link, the Vulcan Mind Weld,  The purpose of the Bible is epistemological and it is full of similar case studies like Gideon's and his 300 on how that has worked in the past.  

For example, the difference between rational self-interest and enlightened self-interest is the difference between Peter's understanding of Jesus before the second crow of the cock and Peter's understanding on Pentacost. And, if you are calibrating your pucker factor, this is the difference between trust and faith.

This is why it is important to learn how to read different kinds of literature, in particular, the literature of the Bible.

Just for the record, females begin to calibrate their Pucker Factors with menarche and I infer that they establish a relationship with Yaweh during childbirth that they share with men who have met the elephant. although neither may realize it. Yaweh is a feminine aspect of God and She is Queen of Battle and the Midwife of Travail

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A Kiss With a Fist

Cara drove Tom to the hospital in her car. They spoke about their likes, but primarily, it had to do with Comic Con. Cara told Tom that we were, in fact, going to Comic Con. Tom mentioned that he had offered me Backstage Passes to his Hall. He offered them to her, since she was driving him to the hospital, while I drove with Gregory. Cara happily agreed, and said yes. She had a request, which she prefaced, of course. “Is there anyway that I could possibly get backstage passes to The Walking Dead? I love Norman Reedus.” Tom thought about it for a moment, wondering if he knew someone there. He did, and instead of answering her, he made a call. “Hey, it’s Tom. Listen, ask Peter if he has an extra VIP badge for The Walking Dead...Yes...No...I hope so...” He stopped, and then was put back on the line. “Pete, it’s Tom. Hey, would you happen to have anymore backstage passes for The Walking Dead? I need one.” He nodded his head, and laughed, then smiled again. “Just hand them to Heather, and I will get them from her then, thanks mate. Cheers.” He hung up, and looked at Cara. “For driving me to see my agent, I got you two, one for you and one for...Miranda?” “Yes, it’s Miranda, and are you serious?!” Cara said, giddy with excitement. “Yes.”

“His BP was slightly elevated, but he has no signs of Tachycardia. He seems to be breathing okay, however, I did have to do some Chest Compressions since he had gone into Cardiac Arrest. I would suggest, for his attending, that maybe do a respiration test, and send him my way to run some MRI’s to make sure that it wasn’t something that he couldn’t control.” I said to the attending emergency nurses. They stopped after I handed them the chart, and I turned around. I felt like I was in a movie, where the beautiful man walks in, walks up to the pretty nurse, and kisses her. Seeing Cara with Tom brought me back to reality, as I realized that this was, in fact, real life. “How is he?” “He’s fine. Blood Pressure is slightly elevated, due to the resuscitation process that I put him through. Oh...” I turned around to face the still motionless nurse. “Roxanne?” “Hmm?” She replied. “Do an EKG on Mr. Hardwick, and make sure his blood work comes back as well.” She nodded, and walked off to do her job. “Seems you know what you’re doing.” Tom smiled. “I picked the right person to save him.” I smiled, and blushed slightly. “I was doing my job, Mr. Hiddleston.” “Tom.” “Sorry?” “Tom. Mr. Hiddleston is what I hear people call my father. I’m not that old.” “Ah, sorry. It is my sense of propriety, however. Now that I have your permission, Tom, call me Randa, she does all the time.” I said, motioning to Cara. “In two days, Comic Con!” She was far too excited.

The results on Gregory, Mr. Hardwick, came back fine. Cara had to go, since she needed to update her work website. The MRI was coming up. There was a knock at my door, and it was Tom. “May I come in?” He asked. I nodded, as I was in the middle of drinking my coffee. “Of course. An orderly has gone to bring Mr. Hardwick here. It should be a few minutes. Can I get you anything?” “Tea would be fantastic. I have not had any all day.” “Between you and me, the tea here sucks. After Mr. Hardwick’s MRI, I can take you to get some really good tea, not hospital tea, but good tea.” “Sounds lovely.” Tom smiled. “May I stay?” “Yeah. When he’s inside, don’t make him laugh, or anything. I do need to make sure he’s okay.” “No, absolutely. You seem very good at your job.” “Thank you. I worked my ass off to get here.” Tom smiled, sitting down in a chair next to me. He watched the three sets of computer screens, each one displaying something different. Mr. Hardwick, and nurse Colleen came in. A few other orderly’s came in to help with the transfer. They left, and he was ready. “Mr. Hardwick, can you hear me?” “Yes.” “Please stay as still as possible. If you move, we will have to do the test all over again.” “You got it, dear.” I smiled, and turned off the microphone. Tom scooted closer. “I’m surprised he listened to you. Takes me forever to get something through his thick skull.” “That’s probably because he thinks I’m pretty.” I joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked you out in the ambulance.” I had to bite my lip. He actually had. “He did, didn’t he?” “Umm...” “That bastard. I do like him, but sometimes I wonder when he’ll take it too far.” I laughed, and let him know I was starting. It took about 20 minutes for the entire MRI to clear and be over. No obstructions in his brain, and everything was clear. Just a simple choking.

“Mr. Hardwick, you are perfectly healthy. However, because you did go into Cardiac Arrest, we want to keep you overnight for observation. Would you like us to assign someone to call in the event of an emergency?” I asked. “Tom, give her your phone number.” Tom sighed, but I could detect a hint of a smile. He wrote down his number on a notepad I handed to him. He wrote more than what I anticipated. “Alright. Please let me know if anything happens.” He pulled out his phone, as he was getting a call from his publicist. “I believe Charles is here. I will see you tomorrow, mate. Ms. Graves, it was truly a pleasure.” He gave me a smile, before departing. I looked down at the notepad, and it was his number, but also a message: ‘I’d like to get to know you. Text?’ I smiled, and put the note in my pocket.

The first place we got to go to at Comic Con, was, in fact, Tom’s venue. It was going to be a small one, then lead to bigger things over the weekend. Tom had two venues that weekend, the first a small following of the Night Manager, while the other was to promote Loki for Avengers. Cara did not have a backstage pass here, but I did. He wanted to introduce me to the small crowd. Cara situated herself in the front, sitting next to a blonde that had an ‘I heart TH’ shirt. She sat down, and giggled slightly. The event started with a huge round of applause for the actors. When it was Tom’s turn to speak, he acknowledged that the week had been quite hellish, but everything was back to normal. “My agent decided that he wanted to choke on me, and I am not skilled in resuscitation. I did, slightly, panic, but in my panic, a lovely angel came to my rescue. She was quick, she was calm, and she saved his life. I couldn’t think of a better way to thank you, since chocolate and flowers didn’t suffice, although, I did send her some.”

‘“Hi, package for a Miss Graves.” The delivery man said. Cara signed for them, as I walked in, just as she was closing the door. “What is it?” I asked. “It’s for you,” She said. I went to open it, when I received a message. It was from Tom. I had to text him about Mr. Hardwick, and when he found out he was fine, we ended up texting until the early morning that night. A day later, and the package was there. The text read, ‘Hope these make your day a little brighter, and a little sweeter.’ I smiled, and read the note on the box. ‘Thank you for saving a life. You deserve this, and more.’ I opened them, and there was a bouquet of red roses, and Lindt chocolate. I smiled, and texted back. ‘This is amazing, thank you.’

I smiled at the thought, and realized that he was about to do something bad. “So, if you please help me to give her a round of applause, and for her to come out.” I heard the applause, and I walked out, blinded by the light. I found my way to Tom, and he gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. “We are about to open for questions in a moment...” Cara was sitting next to the blonde, when she immediately stood up, and rushed to the microphone. She didn’t let Tom finish when she began speaking. “So, she gets that kind of thanks for saving a life, as you claim, but all I get is a card with your supposed autograph on it. What the hell is that shit?! That bitch shouldn’t be getting kissed by you.” Tom was about to call for security, when the blonde was punched out by Cara. “Don’t you fucking talk about my sister that way you dumb bitch!” Cara was pulled off of the woman, who’s name was Malory. They took both of them to the security office. I excused myself from Tom, and went with her.

They sat Cara down, but she was calm, still pissed. I knocked to get in, showing my badge. They allowed me in, and I gave Cara a hug. “What were you thinking? We can get kicked out.” “She called you a bitch. Only I get to call you that.” I smiled, and gave her another hug. “Dude, that chick was knocked out...fucking hilarious.” I heard a voice behind the door say. We pulled away from the hug when the door opened to reveal Tom, and someone else. Apparently, The Walking Dead’s Norman Reedus was signing an autograph in front of Tom’s venue when he saw the smack down. He thought it was brilliant, and wanted to go see the person who got hit, and the person who did the hitting. He saw Malory first, and gave her a smile. “People shouldn’t be called name. Dick move.” He then turned his attention to Cara. “You are awesome! That was brilliant. I’m Norman, and I’ve just become a huge fan.” He smiled, coming over and giving Cara a hug. I moved away, as Cara could barely move. I walked towards Tom, who instinctively wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “You okay?” I looked up at him, and smiled. “Never better.”