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starchildrenofdustand-ashes · 1 month

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your incentive to read to the bottom of this post is ✨Ben Vereen in a thong✨

In honor of yesterday being Good Friday and Easter being on Sunday, let me tell you about my current hyperfixation: Tim O’Horgans, original Broadway production of Jesus Christ Superstar.

This version is notoriously hated by Andrew Lloyd Webber- opening night being described as “the worst night of his life” but that’s only because even as a young man he was clearly a curmudgeon who hated fun.

This production is campy, it’s busy, and its clear it relies a lot on the spectacle pillar of theatre, but I love it nonetheless. my favorite version of JSC is the OBC recording consisting of: Jeff Fenholt as Jesus, Ben Vereen as Judas, Yvonne Elimen as Mary, Barry Dennin as Pilot, Bob Bingham as Caiaphus and Paul Ainsley as Herod. Some of the names you’ll recognize reprises their role for the 1973 movie.

I’m gonna tell you a few my of favorite fun facts/ things I noticed based on images and what I’ve read in Nassirs Rock Opera. Without further ado:

Overture: There are many descriptions of the overture, and they're very wild and I have no idea how to verbalize it. But I can tell you that Jesus rode in on a golden chalice with this opulent cape on lol.

You can learn more abt the staging for the overture here. The next pic is of him in his chalice chariot thing lol

Heaven on Their Minds: These are images of Judas and his tormentors. Now, Judas is usually played by a very strong actor, so a visual representation of what he’s going through isn’t really necessary, but I love the concept. They’re these hooded, shadow figures who follow him around and push him about on the stage. They chronically torment him and he fights them throughout the show until it’s time for his death where they lifthim up so he can get the rope to hang himself.

This Jesus Must Die: this one gets me really excited. So the High Priests are on this brige that’s meant to look like dinosaur fossils; and have you seen their costumes?? Like I have so many questions, this is such an interesting take. They keep their elaborate head pieces in the 1973 film, and they also give them a scaffold as a lair, but their costumes/set is so campy here. Really giving off Disney villain. Their part in the show received a lot of criticism because they’re portrayed kinda smarmy, and slinking in the shadows; the portrayal was deemed anti-semantic.

In the 1973 movie, they added the song “Then We are Decided,” between Caiaphus and Anna’s to portray a more human side to the Sanhedrin. That song is never performed, so you can imagine how well that went.

Hosanna

This is probably my least favorite song in the whole album but visually? I have no idea what's going on in this picture, but I love it. So it's a processional and the priests are watching from their lair. Apparently the props are supposed to look like microbes, and I know there was an insane thought process behind this, it's giving protozoa, amoeba realness. Like someone is carrying a giant set of dentures, can you find them?

Pilate's Dream

Costume Design for Pilate, and also Pilates Dream

The Temple: This is another wild one:

No Words, simply watch the Tony performance:

I Don’t Know How to Love Him:

She's so cute, I love her. This song was apparently one of the biggest applause of number, justifiably. I think one of the biggest complaints with this production as a whole, was the use of the gaudy mics. They're interesting. You can watch her performance at the tony's too.

Gethsemane: Apparently, Gethsemane was one of the biggest flops of the night, such a flop that people were laughing lol. It was staged with Jeff Fenholt, alone, center stage. There was this thing that dropped down behind him, O'Horgan dubbed 'The Universe Box'. It was suppose to look like Jesus was singing this song at the precipice of the universe with a galaxy of stars around him. In Rock Opera, Nassir refers to it as 'O'Horgans oversized toy', and there were several things that compared it to decorative boxes and toys from the 80's. I tried really hard to visualize this, because the concept of it sounds super cool. Instead, it looked silly to viewers and apparently Jeff Fenholt (who sings my favorite rendition of Gethsemane) didn't have the acting chops to pull away from the failure of the concept. YOU! DO! NOT! UNDERSTAND! THE! ANGST! I WENT! THROUGH! TO! GET! AN! IMAGE! OF !! THIS!!! DAMMED!!!!! BOX!!!!

Okay, I have to agree, it does look... strange and I would not have guessed it was supposed to represent the universe.

I'm not quite sure what is looks like. 💀💀

(I found the image from a person on TikTok! The account has lots of JCS OBC tidbits )

Pilate and Christ:

There was this really cool set piece that acted as the door to Pilates palace, it was ceasers head, and when the doors opened, it would expand to reveal 6 more eyes and pilate would sashay out lol.

King Herod

This number also got a lot of applause, it was definitely comedic relief, as Herod is often used for. Apparently he was wheeled in inside a giant, green dragons head and it opened to reveal him sitting in like a shell type thing. I'm still trying to find pictures of this prop- after finding the universe box, I am determined! He was in full drag with nails, the dress, the headdress and those fabulous platforms. Those platforms slay, btw.

Apparently there were a lot of high kicks and they did the Charleston lol.

Could We Start Again Please

There was some criticism about this songs placement in the show.This number was said to be not memorable at all because people were still reeling from the show Herod put on I think it's placed perfectly, because it kinda brings you back to the gravity of the situation. Had this song been placed before Herods Song, right after this Judas would hang himself. That's just too much too soon if you ask me. This provided a nice buffer, to settle down and get ready for the angst to come

Judas Death: Here are images of Judas' tormentors helping him take his life.

Trial With Pilate: Apparently this number flopped too. People said it was too long and the positioning of Dennen's mic caused him issues as his voice would cut in and out when he moved. Also, I have no idea what to make of the Roman guards costumes

I love the images of Barry Dennen going feral, pls best Pilate!!

Superstar: aaah,, the titular song. This was another stand out and y'all, If you thought Carl Andersons white fringe was extra? Any Judas getting bedazzled, wearing sparkles or glam during this song??? Yeah, none of that holds a Candle to Ben Vereen fucking coming out and performing this song in a gold thong. I can't make this shit up.

Now, I think this part is pretty cool. Jesus rises out of the ground wearing what's been dubbed 'the chrysalis'. It starts out thin, but each ensemble member grabs a pillar and spread the cape out across the stage. Judas sing this song on a butterfly set piece behind him. Okay metaphor 😩

For the opulence that was displayed throughout the entire show, the crucification was rather simple; he's simply stripped out of the 'chrysalis ' and put on a triangle.

Pls. Anyway. I love this show and we need a revival of this exact production! I'll wait until ALW expires and then find a producer lmfao 😌 There are a few updates that need to be made, but it is absolutely possible with todays technology?? Image updated gethsemane?? Tom O'Horgan your mind, sir!!!! Anyway. I love this production.

If you made it this far, thank you, I hope you now love this production as much as I do. 🫶🏾

#jesus christ superstar #Ted Neely #Carl Anderson #Jesus Christ superstar obc #easter #musical #jesus christ superstar 1973 #ben vereen #she speaks #she reviews #long post #Jesus #Judas #Jeff fenholt #barry dennen #bob bingam #Paul Ainsley

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incorrectprodigalsonquotes · 7 months

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Ainsley: Look, I wasn't to know you hadn't told Dani... it never occured to me-

Malcolm: Just shut up! I don't know what's happened. Mother's made you feel bad. Or Gil. Or maybe it's just the same old Ainsley. Who wants to have her cake and hate me too.

Ainsley: I never meant to-

Malcolm: Yes, you did! Who do you think you're talking to? Our father? The Surgeon? I know you. I know you've become a nasty, jealous scheming bitch.

Ainsley: Now listen, you-

Malcolm: You're a bitch!

Malcolm: And not content with ruining your own life, you're determined to ruin mine!

Ainsley: I have not ruined my life! And if Dani’s put off by your actions then-

Malcolm: Don't demean yourself by trying to justify your venom.

Malcolm: Just go.

#not really a funny one and even as someone who was once an Ainsley fan... there is no justifying how she treated Malcolm in season 2 #even though she had a right to be upset about being lied to and maybe I'm speaking as someone who doesn't have silbings #but the fact that she didn't think there was anything wrong with how she was treating Malcolm until Jessica pointed it out #Ainsley knows how fragile Malcolm’s mental state is... she was allowed to be upset but he was legitimately just trying to protect her #choosing to protect her didn't serve him in any way whatsoever #so yeah I could see their relationship reaching this point eventually #incorrect prodigal son quotes #prodigal son #ainsley whitly #malcolm bright #source: downton abbey #incorrect quotes #prodigal son incorrect quotes #I'm ready to be hit by hate #my shields are up lol #also I know he would probably never actually call Ainsley a b*tch but people also say things they later regret even in justifiable anger

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falconmason · 7 months

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Hey Link Click is so so good. I blame @glyph-witch for yanking me down the rabbit hole

#The bird speaks #It's so good. Wtf #I am in tears.#Ainsley ily

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emeraldgreaves · 7 months

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i know i am *decades* late, but not keeping ainsley hayes on the west wing was a crime

#emerald speaks #ainsley hayes #the west wing #they are spending so much time trying to convince me of donna-josh and cj-danny when they’re being offered ainsley-sam on a silver platter #and they didn’t take it #i like her character outside of that too

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lorenfinch · 11 months

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LAST LINE TAG

I was tagged by @writinglittlebeasts and since I just finished my first draft of chapter 1 I thought I would share the last few lines!!

With a slight smile, I rested my head on Ainsley’s shoulder. The cart was still bumpy, the sunlight still unpleasant, the shackles horridly painful. Yet I took comfort in the fact that, at least for the next day, I would be warm and safe and fed.

It bode me well to take comfort where I could. It didn’t come often.

Once again tagging anyone who wants to!

#tag games #thank you for tagging me!#ren gets the slightest bit of kindness from someone and he is like friends?? we are best friends?????#also jic you're wondering ainsley is not a romantic interest he is a grizzled older middle aged father figure #i should draw him he's the first character to appear besides ren #and i never talk about him #i kinda see him looking similar to flint from black sails except darker salt and pepper hair and stubble instead of a mustache?#also he speaks in a thick scottish accent

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rewrittn · 2 years

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if you ever really look at ainsley’s hair then you’ll notice that it shapes into a heart in his bangs.

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ blossom is speaking now ┊ ooc .#// HIM WITH HIS HEART HAIR #// i just really noticed it myself so i had to post it bye #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ visage ┊ ainsley elmwood .#// also me laughing because ainsley and kiyoshi have the same hair type. pink and wavy.

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mvsicinthedvrk · 2 years

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@hxartbreaker sent: [ COFFEE ] sender gives receiver a cup of coffee ( ainsley && pippin )

"Whoa,” he says, taking the offered cup of coffee with a small measure of awe. “Thanks a load for this one, I really wanted to try this new fall drink. I heard all about it from a million people, it seems like...”

#;; pt ;;#;; pippin took speaks to ainsley whitly ;;

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burberryhat · 29 days

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airport louis in mexico 🇲🇽 <333

twitter // instagram // do not repost my art

#louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson fanart #louis fanart #lfltracks #louisprojectstracks #tecate pal norte #1d #1d fanart #ainsley arts #ainsley speaks #artists on tumblr #dailytomlinson #digital art #ibispaintx #solo louis #im back to drop another quick doodle n leave lol hi

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sundeity4 · 2 years

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finally went to the dispensary for the first time and it was surprisingly easy

#text #i speak #needed to get ainsley some weed cause i owe him for that panic attack he had at the movies #weed /#drugs /

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ranposbabe · 6 months

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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 20

“I’m not a child.” You mumble, just like a child after throwing a tantrum.

“Of course not.” Johan reassures as he continues to brush your hair. The hair dryer is at your side as small droplets of water splash your wrist. You felt like a child not even being able to manage drying your own hair.

“So that means that you don’t have to treat me like one.” You both lock eyes in the mirror, Johan stops for a moment before continuing. “I’m aware.”

“I don’t understand.” You’re not sure whether you were speaking to yourself or him.

Why do you speak so freely in his presence anyway ? The book remains abandoned in your lap. You subtly notice Johan peer over your shoulder but he’s not looking at the text in the book but rather he looks at how your eyes scan the page and how your brows furrow when reading a new paragraph.

Silence will solve nothing.

You slam the book shut slightly struggling due to the cast but you manage to shut it anyway. Johan attempts to retrieve the book from your arms yet while in a stubborn trance you cling to the book. It is only when Johan tilts his head with a certain look in his eyes do you reluctantly hand it over.

“Why are you here ?” You pause, daring to stare back through the reflection.

“With me.” For a moment you did contemplate grabbing the book back and throwing it at the mirror.

“Just go.” There’s a chance you slipped a don’t in there but you’re not certain.

At other times when sat in silence you wouldn’t mind the quietness but now in the moment it feels like nails clawing at a chalkboard.

Johan watches your every move through the mirror

When you walk out of your room Ainsley-yes you named the spider that lives in your apartment Ainsley- is there waiting for you as he creates another web. You appreciate his artwork yet you do wish that he would move around the apartment more often since he’s starting to make a specific corner of the room look rather abandoned.

You think about how quickly it will take Johan to walk out the door. Just like how quickly he walked in today. It was as if you not being able to hold a book meant that you weren’t capable of doing anything basic that included minimum effort.

You think that was the conclusion Johan came to.

Too frustrated at particularly nothing, you’re left with just simply sitting with your thoughts. Thoughts that you’ve always kept to yourself. That is until Johan followed you and did what you surely didn’t anticipate.

He kneeled before you like how a man giving his other half a ring would. Your fingers that escaped the cast clinged onto his sleeve. It sounds ridiculous but it’s the first time you’ve seen him not wearing his blazer. He’s looks rather fine without it.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whisper.

Suddenly your worries slip past your lips before you can even grasp the fact of what you’re doing. Worries you wouldn’t of ever of told anyone. How there’s no fulfilment in your work but even then at your most vulnerable while not even working you’re still not fulfilled.

No matter what there was no chance of fulfilment anyway knowing your luck.

You’re not wanting to be so involved and yet when you are you suffer such consequences.

“I wouldn’t be wearing this stupid cast.”

Your eyes stare down at your lap, Johan listens but the silence is deafening.

You wish he would say something distracting. “I don’t know why I said that.” You frown at the realisation.

You’ve seen so many people with such difficulty and yet you remain here patronised by your own unsatisfactory.

When he then takes your hand in his a shock goes right through you. An agony comes back to visit.

Buzz.Buzz.Buzz.

You flinch at the touch but he doesn’t mind instead Johan rests his left hand on your cheek making you finally for once truly look into his sapphire eyes. Not once has his eyes looked anywhere but your face. “Then why do you still carry on ? You shouldn’t have to carry that burden within you.” He says with a softness in his tone. A slight furrow to his brows lets you know that he is asking you a question but in reality you both know you have no answers for him. It frustrates you endlessly.

“You should get some rest.” He stood up and while only briefly still remaining seated, the tone has changed. Johan still has his eyes on you yet he’s looking down at you making you feel somewhat small, briefly. “It’s getting late.” You turn to look out the window and it actually was becoming quite dark rather quickly.

How long was he exactly here for ?

He doesn’t even turn back as he walks towards the door but he surprisingly does when slowly opening the door looking back over his shoulder to see if you’re watching. You are.

When you follow him outside you expect a brief exchange in goodbyes. What you don’t expect is Johan to suddenly stare right down at you with his thumb hovering over your lip so close yet they don’t touch. To catch his wrist would’ve been awkward with the cast so there you were stood almost frozen in your spot staring up at those unreal eyes.

You couldn’t wait to get that cast off.

“You’re so desperate, y/n.” He sighs, rather to himself. So are you ! is what you wish to say yet you don’t. He turns to walk down the dimly lit corridor as you stare on in pure confusion. He doesn’t look back this time. An unfamiliar pair of neighbours pass by, practically sprinting to their door after seeing the sight of you and Johan together. You’re not sure why the neighbours keep their heads down, refusing to look your way.

A widen and frightened look expressed in their own eyes.

It’s only when the man places his hand behind the woman, urging her to rush along with the words “Don’t look back !”are whispered, you once again snap out of your trace. You shake your head at the pair. Your apartment building isn’t popular for a reason.

When you reluctantly walk back inside your apartment the book which Johan left on the seat was laid out open on a page you were nowhere near close to reading.

Despite barely glancing at the page, it wasn’t the top of the page that you noticed straight away but rather the last ever words on the page were what caught your eye.

What’s yours will be known.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

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xiaolumi-love · 4 months

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i love my vent (app) tumblr muts because i will see all this fun fandom content on my dash and it's like. i don't go here but i am interested because you are. and you are making me wanna get into these things through background radiation

#alice speaks #ainsley look #cinna look #lux look #ellis tag

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3mcwriting · 1 year

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 7

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier

Sorry if I missed anyone, please just message me again and I'll add you.

Rhodey stood across from Sam, gesturing as he talked, "Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have."

Sam's arms were crossed as they debated. "So let's say we agree to this thing, how long is it gonna be until they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"

"117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, 'Nah, it's cool. We got it'."

"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked.

Your eye darted back and forth between the two of them, feeling panic begin to build in your chest as it played out exactly like in the movie.

You tore your gaze away from the arguing men and looked at the woman was seated beside you on the couch. After the Secretary had left, everyone had moved to a living room in the Compound, you were on the couch, seated next to Tony who was laying down with his hand on his face. Nat had moved to sit next to you in the unoccupied space.

"You sure weren't afraid to speak your mind." Natasha said, "And your opinions seem clear as to what side you're on."

You shook your head, "I'm not on any side. I just want you guys to stick together and get the respect you deserve."

Vision's voice grabbed everyone's attention. "I have an equation."

Sam turned to look at him. "Oh, this will clear it up."

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially." Vision continued. "During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

Steve, who had the Accords opened in his hands, spoke up, "Are you saying it's our fault?"

Vision looked around, "I'm saying there may be a causality."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, listening as he went on.

"Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict...breeds catastrophe. Oversight...Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom." Rhodey said, feeling that his point had been proven.

Natasha looked past you to the man laying down, "Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal."

"It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve and you said, simultaneously.

You knew that line. Of course you knew that line.

If you didn't find a way to change Tony's mind, then they would split.

Tony glance at you, then directed his gaze toward Steve. "Boy, you know me so well." Tony got up from the couch, and began to walk to the kitchen which was only a few short paces from the living room. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain," he grabbed a coffee mug, "discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

He tapped a tablet on the counter, and you winced when you saw the image projected.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid, computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig planned at Intel for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world."

You could see the haunted look on Tony's face, one that told you, 'people are dead. And it's because of us.'

"Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where? Sokovia."

You watched as Wanda looked down, the way multiple of them ducked their head in guilt.

"He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass." Tony took a drink from his coffee, "There's no decision making process here." Raising his voice, he said, "We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."

"You are nothing like the bad guys." Heads turned to face you, eyes directed on you. It was a bit intimidating, having the Avengers stare at you, but you didn't regret your words. "There will always be someone who needs saving, but nobody can save everyone. The deaths are not your fault. Please," you looked at Tony. "You've saved the world. Multiple times. Yes, people died, and yes, that is horrible. But that doesn't mean you give up, you keep fighting for a better tomorrow and one day there will be one. You are heroes."

Steve nodded his agreement, "Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up."

"Who said we're giving up?" Tony questioned.

"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame." Steve asserted.

"I'm sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant." Rhodey interjected, "This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Panel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not Hydra-"

"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change."

To your dismay, the debate took a far-too-similar path as it did in the movies. Even with you trying to keep them together, trying to make them see all the ways they helped the world, you weren't sure that you had managed to make any difference at all.

At the end, Tony had told you that he would be driving you back to the Tower. The drive back was awkward, filled with unspoken words and lingering questions. You found yourself looking out the window the entire drive back, unable to look at Tony lest he see the water beginning to pool in your eyes. To distract yourself, you watched in the rear-view mirror as the self-driving car you had taken earlier, followed the two of you as the ride went on.

It was hard, knowing that your insignificance in your previous world had still managed to wind up in this world. You were lost, how were you supposed to keep the team together when everything was trying to pull them apart?

Tony dropped you off at your apartment, and when you bid each other goodbye, you couldn't help but notice the tension between you two. You hated it because only days earlier you were hanging out with him while the two of you enjoyed music and each other's company. You entered the apartment, grateful for the key "your" mom had given you, glad that you wouldn't be seen breaking down in tears in the hallway.

After locking the door closed behind you, you ran to your room. You shut that door too, happy that "your" parents were working so they couldn't question your actions.

You collapsed on your bed, curling into the blankets in a search to find some form of comfort. You lip trembled, thoughts spiraling.

How were you going to keep them together? Was the team supposed to stay together? What happens if you you're just as useless in this world as you were in yours? What happened if you changed Civil War and they stay together and you end up screwing up Endgame? Actually, you probably didn't have to worry about that based on how little your choices seemed to affect anyone. You were insignificant. Everyone was going to hate each other because you couldn't do fucking anything.

Your eyes had begun to well up, but they finally spilled over, cascading down your face. The trails of water left paths showing your sadness, your frustration. Your body shook with sobs, your breath quickening.

"(Y/N)?! (N/N) ARE YOU OK? (Y/N)!"

Peter's voice interrupted your sobbing, sometime while you shifted around on the bed, you had butt-dialed Peter.

You tried to calm your breathing so you could respond, but that just ended up choking you up more as more cries spilled out of you.

"I'll be right over."

You didn't even hear him, had no clue he was coming over until Peter had burst into your room.

He hurried over to you, forehead creased in concern, "(y/n), what can I do?"

You tried to say something, anything, but your breathing had only gotten faster and your sobs were choking you and you needed air you needed to breath-

Peter's concern of making you uncomfortable was shoved aside when he saw you descend into panic. He grasped your hands in his, causing you to look at him through wet eyelashes, vision blurred.

"(y/n)," Peter tried to keep his voice calm and even, even as his worry began to spiral. "I'm right here. You're ok. Try to relax. Slow down your breathing."

You tried to follow his directions, but his words weren't able to penetrate the poisonous words you had thought to yourself earlier.

Peter began to panic as your sobs only got worse, he didn't know how to help you. Was he supposed to hug you? Give you space? Ask how you were doing? Distract you? Questions swirled within him and he could feel his own breathing quicken, but he forced himself to relax because you needed him.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding your shaking body. Your arms draped loosely at your sides as you cried. He rubbed your back, knowing that that helps him relax so he hoped that it would work for you too.

He talked to you softly, hoping to get you to calm down your breathing. "Ned and I built a new Lego today," he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say, but continued to ramble. While he did, he kept on rubbing your back with one hand while the other hand grasped your limp hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, time lost to both of you. At some point, he had moved the two of you. He was sitting up against the headboard, you beside him. Your arms were wrapped around yourself in a desperate search for comfort and he pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, arms encircling you to shield you from the world.

Your breathing had slowed, but your sobs were still pouring out of you frequently. There were just too many things you had to think about, so much you had to change. Your thoughts drifted to Infinity War, when Peter would disappear in front of Tony's eyes, crying that he didn't want to go. That only made you cry harder.

"It's okay, I'm right here." Peter said. He continued to try to calm you, to try to make you feel better because it was breaking his heart to see someone so amazing break into pieces.

He's right here. You repeated in your mind, right now, everything is fine. I need to make sure it stays that way.

You forced yourself to calm down, telling yourself that you were strong and you could make a change. That, along with Peter's continued rambling helped center you, thoughts not falling to hell but managing to stay anchored to Earth.

It took you a while, but eventually you were able to stop your crying, the occasional hiccup was the only thing remaining.

"Thank you, Peter," you managed, voice raspy. You wiped your face, trying to dry it with the soft blanket beside you.

"Anytime," Peter told you honestly. "Do you...do you want to talk about it?"

You were ready to refuse but...

Telling him about the Avengers splitting up wouldn't reveal any otherworldly knowledge. You could ask for help, couldn't you?

You worried what the unforeseen consequences could be, but in the moment, you needed to talk to someone about it and you just prayed that your choices wouldn't come back to haunt Peter.

"The Avengers-" you stopped, hiccupping. "They're fighting. And I'm worried that they're going to break up."

Peter's eyes softened. He knew how much you cared about the people on that team, how much you idolized them and adored them. It was clear now why you had broken down, he knew a little about your home life. Your parents worked often, and while they loved you and praised you, they're jobs kept them away from you. In high school, you had a large group of friends. You had surrounded yourself with good people, and they had filled in that loneliness in your home-life.

But when you graduated and a vast majority of your friends left to explore the world before college, pursuing their dreams, you had stayed behind for your internship with Tony Stark. You had won the internship after winning a contest at your school. That internship included schooling and at the end of it you would receive a degree. You had been undeniably proud of your friends, but that pride didn't dissuade the loneliness from creeping back within you when they had left.

Peter had met you when you were a senior and he was a freshman, you had tutored him through a couple of classes. He had always been intelligent, but you were smart on a whole other level. The way you looked up to the Avengers, he looked up to you. After his tutoring was done, the two of you had kept in contact and he was happy to say that you were a good friend of his.

The Avengers were like family to you, and with the possibility of that family splitting up, of course you were upset.

"What can I do to help?" Peter asked.

You thought about it, wondering if maybe, just maybe he could help you think of a solution.

"I have to keep them together," you stated. "But I don't know how."

Peter nodded. "I'll help you in any way I can."

And then he smiled at you and it was real, and kind, and determined.

You just couldn't stop the faint smile that rose to your face as he asked you questions, brainstorming with you. The two of you stayed there for hours, tossing ideas back and forth and although you were stressed about the upcoming events, you were happy for the person who had been thrown your way to help.

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