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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Hi, I was the anon who asked if you could write something because I felt crappy. I didn't mean to put any pressure on you. I was just looking for something short and sweet. I'm having existential anxieties a lot (pandemic hasn't helped) and struggle feeling as if I have a purpose in life. I'm crap at everything I do. I've tried to find comfort in believing that you don't have to have a purpose but it's hard to really believe. I lost my job recently bc of the pandemic and it's been hard finding another.

Any pedro character, although my favourites are Javier, Ezra and Frankie. Don't worry if you can't write anything tonight or don't have time etc. I will be fine and you aren't responsible for any anons that ask you to cheer them up so plz don't pressure yourself. Sorry for asking :/ and being a downer.

Oh my love, this has been in my inbox for a few days now. I’m sorry I’ve only just got round to doing it. Please don’t apologise for being a downer or asking! It’s what I’m here to do :) I hope this helps ease your anxiety and makes you feel better.

Comfort Blanket [Frankie Morales x Reader]

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/descriptions of a panic attack, Frankie is a soft dumb dorky himbo

Rating: PG-13

Your cheeks were painted with your tears, and they glistened under the dull bathroom light. You thanked your lucky stars that this had happened whilst you were home alone. You couldn't deal with having to face Frankie. You knew he'd confront you about this. You knew he wouldn't understand and he'd demand answers. You were always so happy and smiley. Even the guys (Will, Ben and Santiago) said you were such a positive influence on the group. But you were only human, and as you sat against the cold tiled wall, your elbow leaning on the toilet seat, you weren't feeling very positive. You weren't feeling... anything really.

Anxiety had consumed you to the point of sickness, and it was uncalled for. You'd spent hours sobbing, holding your head in your hands and furiously tugging on your hair. It felt like you were choking. The feeling of impending doom swarming your body, drowning you. You couldn't breathe. Your chest felt tight, your vision became hazy and your mouth dried up.

Frankie was just a phone call away. He'd want to know. If you were scared or hurting, he'd want to know. You knew what your boyfriend was like. He loved you so much. But you didn't want to worry him. He'd ask what was wrong and you wouldn't be able to answer him, because you didn't even know yourself. It was pointless burdening him with this. Just for once, you had to be independent. You had to face this alone.

You hadn't even heard the front door lock click open. He'd gotten home early and you were too busy whimpering in the bathroom to hear his usual greeting, "Honey I'm home!"

The words were cheesy, and they often earned a roll of your eyes. But it was yours and Frankie's special thing— and you loved it. Frankie dropped his keys in the bowl kept on the kitchen counter and padded through your small apartment. He was confused when you weren't there to greet him the way you usually were. Sure, he had gotten home from work earlier, but you'd always run into his arms and embrace him the second he walked through the door.

Frankie padded through the living room, down the corridor, thinking you might be in the bedroom. He paused midway when he passed the bathroom, freezing in his footsteps when he overheard your cries.

He stood outside the bathroom. You'd been together for six months and Frankie had never heard you cry before. He didn't know how to approach you. He felt an anger, wanting to know exactly who and what had hurt you. The sobbing stifled for a second and Frankie breathed a sigh of relief. Until you started again. Frankie opened the door.

You looked up at your boyfriend with glazed eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He wasn't supposed to see you like this. You hid your face in the crook of your elbows with shame, muffling your sobs.

"What's wrong?" He asked hesitantly.

You let out an even louder and infuriated cry when you couldn't answer his question. You shrugged your shoulders helplessly and let your tears soak your clothes as you held your knees to your chest. "I just... I just..." you gasped for air, unable to get any words out. Frankie understood. He knew how you were feeling.

"One sec." he said, holding up a finger before bolting out of the bathroom.

He dived into your shared bedroom, fell to his knees and stretched out his arms to pull out a box that he kept under his bed. It was your bed too, and yet you had no idea he kept it there. It was a relatively small sized cardboard box, messily stuck shut with strong masking tape. He carried the box back into the bathroom and slouched down next to you. He took a deep breath and passed you the box.

"What's this?" you sniffed, letting your fingers curiously trace the tape.

"It's my panic box. Inside this box is everything I need to help me calm down when I'm anxious or upset. Open it." Frankie urged, nudging you playfully. You giggled at his touch and wiped your eyes, trying to regulate your breathing. Frankie wrapped an arm around you and held you close as you peeled away the tape.

Inside the box was an array of things. The first thing you picked out was a soft fluffy blanket. It looked old, slightly rugged, torn in the corners and even sewn up with patchwork. It had a distinct smell too. It wasn't a bad smell. You couldn't describe it. It just smelled like Frankie. You shot him a questioning look.

"This," Frankie said, taking the blanket from you and opening it up. He draped it over you both. "Is my comfort blanket from when I was a kid. It's been with me through everything. Heartbreak, death, even the times when I was upset for no apparent reason... my comfort blanket always seemed to fix things. The least I can do is share it with you." Frankie smiled sheepishly and he noticed the way your eyes sparkled in delight.

"I had no idea you kept a comfort blanket." You confessed with a shaky exhale. You relished the feeling, grabbing a fistful of the material knowing that the blanket was probably not much younger than Frankie. That the blanket had been there for him throughout everything.

"Well, I do," Frankie shrugged. "But uh— don't tell the guys."

You giggled. "Thank you for sharing this with me." you sniffed, immediately beginning to feel so much better.

"Keep digging through the box." Frankie ordered, taking your hand and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

You nodded, reaching back into the box with your free hand. Inside was a scented candle, miscellaneous packets of candy and chocolate, an old teddy bear, and what could only resemble something you kept locked away in your nightstand drawer.

"Frankie!" you gasped, taking the device out of the box and turning to him. Your jaw had dropped and you were trying to contain a smile. "What is this? It looks like a—"

"Don't say it!" Frankie said quickly, snatching the pink device from your hands. He flicked a switch and it started buzzing. You slapped a hand over your mouth in disbelief. "I know what it looks like, okay. But it's a back massager." He pressed two more buttons and demonstrated how it changed speeds and settings.

"Frankie... I don't think—"

"It's a back massager!" Frankie exclaimed defensively, cutting you off. Once again, your dorky himbo boyfriend had you lost for words.

You burst into a fit of giggles as Frankie pressed the vibrating device into the small off your back. "Frankie stop it!" you laughed as he crawled on top of you.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" He quizzed with a smirk. You squealed as he poked his fingers into your side, tickling you, and only making your laughter grow. You had been smiling so hard, your cheeks began to hurt. You pulled the baseball cap off Frankie's head and tossed it to one side so you could tug on his dark curls. He finally lifted off you and switched the ‘back massager’ off. "I'm glad you're smiling." Frankie admitted, pressing a soft and chaste kiss into your cheek.

"Frankie, I love you so much." You admitted, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. He picked you up, letting the comfort blanket fall to the floor and carried you to the living room. He dropped you on the sofa and tossed you the television control.

"I love you too," he cooed, smoothing out your hair and kissing your forehead. "Why don't we have a movie night, huh? I'll order take-out and bring us a few beers in."

"Okay." you sniffed happily. As you watched Frankie wander into the kitchen, you wondered how you'd ever gotten so lucky.

You knew now that even when you felt like you had to be independent, there was nothing wrong with letting Frankie comfort you. He could make you smile and laugh like nobody else could. He knew the exact way to cheer you up whilst still being considerate and sensitive of your feelings. He loved you so much, and for as long as he was with you, you knew you'd never be alone.

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intu-witch-tion · 3 years

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(Resend) Prompt : You/reader bump into Pedro Pascal bump into one another in NYC (coffee shop, bar, club, etc. during the day/night, your choice) and then... whatever! It could be something a simple as he asks you out or a steamy one night stand!

No Funny Business (Pedro Pascal x Female Reader)

Word Count: 5.9K (well, shit. My bad, I guess.)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, gambling, fluff, teasing, smut, P in Va-G sans condom (be safe, friendos.)

Notes: I took this idea and morphed it into something else I have been thinking on. Essentially I wanted to capture a full date night with Pedro. With a happy ending, if you catch my drift. 😂 😘

7:21pm

“There’s a party tonight. And we’re going.” Your roommate spouted as she walked in the door. You had just moved to California in an effort to start over and one of your long-time friends, Sarah, had offered for you to stay with her until you got on your feet. She worked as a camera technician on big movie sets in Hollywood so it was no shock that she knew about all the who’s who parties in the area. However, it had only been a few weeks since you arrived and developing a social life was honestly the last thing on your mind as you looked at all the boxes that needed unpacking.

“Did you hear me?” Her insistent voice rang out from the kitchen as her keys flung onto the counter. You grinned and shook your head, chuckling under your breath. She was a wild one and kept you on your toes. Moving to LA wouldn’t have been a complete adventure without her. She stood in the doorway of your room and looked down at you sitting on the floor, surrounded by cardboard boxes. She threw you an intent stare, head cocked to the side as she awaited your response.

“A party? It’s a Wednesday night.” You whined softly, trying to shirk your way out of going and knowing full well the effort would be futile.

“It’s LA, baby!” Sarah exclaimed, raising her arms in the air with a jovial heel kick causing you both to bubble with laughter. You clambered off the floor, using the boxes to balance, pulling a wad of balled up masking tape off your hip. You sighed, feeling a bit defeated and knowing you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Sarah pinched her lips in a shit-eating grinning, realizing her own victory.

“Let’s find you something to weeeear!” She bubbled, grabbing your arm and dragging you into her bedroom.

9:34pm

“What kind of party is this anyways?” You inquired as Sarah parked the car on a hilly street. Grandiose houses lined either side of the road. You had driven nearly an hour to get here.

“It’s just a small house party. Some film editor’s best friend or…something. I don’t know. I just saw a random flyer on my boss’ desk and figured—‘when in Rome!’ ” Sarah shrugged, her tone nonchalant.

Your head turned to her quickly, eyes wide and blinking at her in disbelief. “You mean--we aren’t invited?!” Your voice squeaked through the neighborhood, the echo bouncing off the walls of the houses and back to your ears. Sarah grabbed your arms, shushing you. “Dude, chill. It’s an LA party. And it’s totally casual. Just. Be cool.”

Your lip curled in discomfort, an involuntary eye twitch causing your face to contort. Sarah laughed at your expression and waved you off, pulling you up the steep driveway and to the door of the house. You expected her to knock but instead, Sarah just grabbed the door handle and waltzed right in like she owned the place. You grimaced, clutching the small purse at your side as if it could transport you somewhere else.

The house was modern and relatively sterile, with dim lighting and the hum of music in the background, loud enough but not drowning. Sarah hurried you along, pulling you into a large room with massive windows scaling up to the ceiling. It was filled with people, some gathered at a bar in the corner and others sitting placidly, sharing a drink and conversation. Sarah waved at a gentleman across the room and she turned to you with a sheepish grin. “Hey, that’s that guy I was telling you about.” You rolled your eyes with a soft smile, now understanding the real reason why we were here. You knew you would likely be finding your own way home this evening. “Go ahead.” You giggle. Sarah looks at you a bit worried, not wanting to leave you alone but hyper-focused on meeting her crush at the back of the room. “I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Go!” She hugged you quickly and wasted no time pushing her way through the throngs of people.

You needed a drink. You found a bucket of beer on ice and quickly grabbed one, popping the top off and taking a generous swig. Your eyes swept the ambient room and noticed there were actually a few celebrities present. Aiden Gillen, who you recognized from Game of Thrones, leaning against a chair while chatting with an intimate group. And was that---Cole Sprouse? Random. And Paul Giamatti? What these people had in common, you would never know. The Hollywood crowd was an enigma.

You took another sip of your beer and made your way into the next room where you heard a loud rise of voices and a bunch of clapping. Your brow furrowed, curiosity over the uproar drawing you closer. You see a poker table surrounded by people laughing and carrying on. Poker could be fun. You took a seat and see the table is about to start a fresh game. “Room for one more?” You call out and everyone looks over at you with a welcoming smile. “Welcome to the table!” The dealer beckons. “Our current undefeated champ is off getting a drink so we will begin momentarily.” You nod and take another sip of your drink, reaching into your purse to grab some cash to add to the betting pool.

A few people start clapping and as you look up from your wallet, you see a man sit down across the table. And your heart sinks down into the pit of your stomach. Pedro Pascal. Your mouth goes dry and it’s all you can do to keep from looking like a deer in headlights. “Pedro’s back! Let’s do this!” The dealer calls, his voice high-spirited. You try to remember how to breathe and instead you clear your throat awkwardly, followed by an embarrassing sort of cough (?!). Everyone looks over at you, Pedro included, and you wave like an idiot. “Yeah, no—sorry. I’m good. I’m ready.” Mortifying. Greeeat. You wince at your own lack of decorum and proceed to watch the dealer cut the deck.

Finishing your beer swiftly, you hope the liquid courage gives you the strength you need to remember how to read numbers to get through this game. You pick up your cards. You’re relieved to see you’ve been dealt a good hand. You lift your eyes up and give the other players a methodical glance, stopping on Pedro’s pensive face longer than you should have. He must have felt you looking at him because his eyes lift from his cards in a quick motion and your face burns like a wildfire as you turn your attention back to your cards. Fuck.

The game proceeds with Pedro calling the initial bet, followed by one player folding while the other checks to avoid the bet. When it rolls around to your turn, you are confident. “Call.” You state plainly, locking eyes with Pedro across the table. He raises an eyebrow as you match his bet. The game continues this way until it is just the two of you left playing. You sit with 7 cards in your hand, eying them sharply. Pedro slinks into his seat a bit, looking a bit too relaxed. He’s bluffing. You speculate. You hold a straight flush. There’s only one hand that could beat that. You were ready to take your chances.

“Raise.” You chime, eyes never leaving your cards. He stares at you for a moment, gazing at the pile of cash on the table. There is a pregnant pause, and everyone is watching in earnest, so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Pedro finally sits up in his seat and grins with a nod, laying his cards down on the table. “Fold.” He says, a hint of defeat hidden beneath his playful countenance. A satisfied smirk creeps over your lips and you lay your cards out, revealing your hand. Everyone claps and Pedro flips his cards to show his weak Three of a Kind and you can hardly keep from laughing. “Another round.” Pedro insists and you shake your head. “I think not. I’d better cash-in while I’m ahead.” You say with a wink, swiping your hand across the green felt table and grabbing your winnings. Everyone is chattering on as you walk away from the table. Did you really just kick Pedro’s ass in Poker? You stuff the cash into your purse and scan the room. You see Sarah and her friend loitering in a corner, extremely close to one another and you know this wouldn’t be the time to brag about your poker victory, much less your Pedro encounter.

Your curious mind gets the better of you and you look back at the poker table which is now shockingly vacant. Everyone must have determined that was enough for the night and dispersed after you snatched all the cash and bailed. Whoops. You turn your attention to the bar, thinking now would be a good time for another drink and there he was, laughing with a small group of nameless strangers. You grab a couple of beers from the bucket which is now filled with mostly ice water.

Slinking up behind him, you lean against the bar, barely brushing your shoulder against his. He feels the pressure of someone close to him and instinctually gives a quick glance over his shoulder. But as he goes to look away, he double-takes when he realizes it’s you. You’re suddenly met with a handsome grin and a low chuckle. “Have you come to gloat?” He teases, abandoning his other conversation and squaring his shoulders to face you. You laugh and hand him a beer, wriggling your nose up in an apologetic gesture. “I figured the least I could do was bring you a beer.” He accepts it with a nod, looking down at the bottle as he plucks off the cap. “Yeah, since you took all the cash in my wallet, that does seem like a pretty fair trade.” Your jaw drops in faux-shock at his snarky remark. You try your best not to laugh. “Oh man. I guess I should have brought you some ice too.” You reply, and his brow furrows as he contemplates your meaning while bringing the beer up to his lips. You take the opportunity to seal the punch line. “Ohhhh. For the sick burn you’re experiencing, I mean.” He doubles over and brings his fist to his mouth as he struggles to swallow his beer through a sudden tear of laughter. “Wow. That was bad.” He adds once he’s able to regain his composure.

You both chuckle and you extend your hand out for a greeting. “I’m Y/N.” He smiles and takes your hand, shaking it politely. “Pedro Pascal.” There is a momentary silence and you don’t know what to say. Do you tell him how great he is? How much you love his films and that you admire his work? That felt so…weak. So instead, you manage, “Nice to meet you,” and you pull the bottle to your lips to sip your beer again as a filler to the dead space between you. He gives you a puzzled look for a moment and you almost feel as though you did something wrong, until.

“Hey, there’s an open sofa over there. Let’s go sit.” He suggests, making his way over without waiting for you to agree. You follow him and sit down on the grey velvet loveseat, which ironically seemed a lot bigger from across the room. The two of you are sitting closer than you had planned. Pedro doesn’t seem to mind it, draping his arm over the back of the couch and behind your head. He places his beer between his legs as he crosses one over the other. He’s so relaxed and it’s a marvel to you how at ease he is. And then you realize something…so are you? Shouldn’t you be bursting at the seams, gushing for this man you have drooled over for so long? But as you looked at him, sitting on the couch next to you, you feel entirely poised and comfortable.

12:36 am

The two of you were swept up for what felt like forever talking about all manner of things, laughing and teasing one another to the point where you felt nothing like strangers who had only met hours ago. You had lost track of time. And Sarah—who had apparently left over an hour ago having spotted you and Pedro on the couch chatting it up like old pals. She didn’t want to interrupt and sent you a text, which she knew you would check later.

“Hey bich. I’m going home with Greg. Looks like you’ve got a ride figured out. I expect ALL THE TEA tomorrow. 😈 Luv ya!”

Your beer bottles had been empty for a while as you give it a shake for good measure, watching a few lonely drops sloshing around the bottom. Pedro chuckles and looks around the room. Everyone had mostly filtered out, apart from a few. You look at him and give a sheepish smile and he goes to open his mouth to say something and stops himself. You tilt your head a little and squint in his direction. “…what?” You inquire. He sits up, placing his empty beer bottle on the coffee table in front of him. “No, nothing. It’s weird.” His voice tapers. You lean off the back of the couch, bringing yourself closer to him. “Let’s hear it. I like weird.” He turns to you and bites his lip slightly with a smirk. “Come home with me.” He blurts. Your eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He said what now?! He laughs and places his hand on your knee and all the sirens in your head start wailing, your arms going numb. “No funny business, I swear. But I am having a good time with you. Besides, all the beer here is luke-warm at best.” You remain silent, considering his proposal. You weren’t the type to just go home with someone you have only known for 4 hours—Pedro Pascal or otherwise. Was he the type to invite randos to his house?

As if reading your mind, he starts again. “Look, I don’t just randomly bring people home with me. Please don’t get that idea.” His voice goes soft and a bit distant. “I just don’t want our night to end yet.” You look into his rich, brown eyes and you inhale deeply, pondering over your options. You could call a cab and just go home. But a cab ride this time of night and nearly an hour away---you could see all your poker winnings blowing out the window.

“I have a guest room.” He adds gratuitously. And you turn to him and laugh. “Oh? Does THE Pedro Pascal have a guest room?” You taunt him, holding your hands up to your mouth. “Now you’re just rubbing your lavish lifestyle in my face.” Your words dripping with sarcasm. He laughs heartily. “Oh, so you DO know who I am?” You look at him in surprise. “Of course I do! Why would you think I didn’t?” He shrugged, running his index finger along the stubble on his chin. “Most people I meet rave about my movies or my,” he adds air quotes to the word, “work.” You smirk, pursing your lips tight like a drawstring bag. “I took your poker money AND I didn’t visibly fawn over you. It’s been a hard night for Pedro, hasn’t it?” You say in a boo-boo voice, pinching his cheek. He laughs and swats at you.

Your laughter tapers and you look at him with a soft smile. “No funny business.” You confirm and he grins from ear to ear. “You got it. Let’s get out of here then.”

1:04am

He opens the white Mercedes door and you climb into the car. It is a sporty sedan but not ostentatious. He gets in and push-starts the ignition. You put on your seatbelt as he does and he looks over at you, a cable in his hand. You look at him inquisitively. “Pedro’s Car Rules. Whoever is in the passenger seat must hook up their music. So that I may adequately judge you.” You laugh and shy away from the cable. “Judge me? Seriously?” He wags the cable in your face. “We don’t move until you plug in your phone.” He shrugs and takes his other hand off the wheel. You groan and snatch the cable from him, your fingers grazing over his as you do, sending an electric shock through you.

You plug your phone in, fumbling past your sudden nervousness. “Ok, let me find something.” Pedro immediately stops you. “Nope. Shuffle.” Your jaw drops and you cut eyes at him playfully. He tilts his head towards you and raises his eyebrow and you know you must acquiesce. You nod and say nothing, shaking your head as you push the shuffle button and hit play. Please, for the love of fuck don’t be something ridic---.

My Shot – Hamilton (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

You face-palm and let out an audible groan. Pedro starts laughing and cranks the volume. “Excelleeent.” You listen to the entire song and by the end of it, you are both singing along, laughing when you mess up a lyric.

Mi Gente – J Balvin, Willy Williams

Pedro turns to you with an amused look of surprise. You raise your hands in the air and giggle. “It’s a jam. Don’t hate.”

Take on Me – a-ha

The moment this song drops you both immediately start hitting the air-keys, harmonizing and dancing beneath your seatbelts.

Kiss – Prince

Pedro exclaims. “Ahhh! Yes!” You both carry on over your love for Prince and the rest of the car ride consists of an exchange of stories on how the artist was such a powerful influence on your lives, not paying much attention to anything else that plays over the stereo system.

1:47am

He pulls up to a house at the end of a rather unassuming suburban street. It was clean and contemporary, with neatly kempt flower beds filled with beige river rocks and cacti with pink and orange flowers, their blossoms closed until dawn. It was not a small house, but it was also not what you would expect a celebrity of Pedro’s status to call home. It wasn’t a large pseudo-mansion with pillars and stately windows. Instead, it was inauspiciously beautiful.

You open the car door and walk along the driveway up to the front door, which was a beautiful knotty oak with an ochre stained finished. The golden hue of the door made for a lovely contrast against the white stucco house and black framed windows. Pedro opened the door, inviting you to step in first. You awkwardly cross the threshold into a hallway that feeds directly into a living room. Large windows open up to an outdoor veranda and what looks to be a hot tub, but you can’t quite make it out in the dark.

You hadn’t noticed that Pedro had stepped into the kitchen and returned with two beers. “Shall I give you the tour, m’lady?” He jokes, handing you the bottle with a smile. You grin, giving a small bow. “Yes please!” He shows you around the living room, kitchen, and a few other extra-curricular spaces—the gym, the game room--until you find that you have circled back to the heart of the house where you began. He points to a hallway. “And over here are the bedrooms. I didn’t want to sound like a braggart before, but...” He leans in, his whisper grazing the nape of your neck. Your eyes close and your mouth falls agape as you feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “I actually have four guest rooms.” You take in a sputtering breath and try to laugh at his attempt at a joke, which was completely lost on you the moment his lips brushed over your ear.

Did he do that on purpose? He makes his way down the hallway, showing you each of the bedrooms. And then he stops at the last one. “You’ll sleep in here.” You nod, trying to understand what was wrong with the other three. “And where is your room?” The moment you ask it, you wish you could suck the words back into your mouth. He takes a sip from his beer and smiles against the bottle’s opening. “Right over here.” Directly across from “your” room, were double doors that led to his own bedroom. Now you understood why he picked that room for you. No funny business. Right.

You step into his bedroom and you are immediately hit with the smell of him. Notes of amber and sandalwood with a hint of a wood-burning fire. You nearly melted. His room was orderly but not stuffy. The bed was made but the covers wrinkled, almost like he haphazardly went through the motions without much thought to the final result. A small seating area sat in front of a large bay window with long, chiffon curtains. It was cozy. You turn to look at him with a smile, and his eyes have been settled on you for some time. The energy humming between the two of you made a drastic shift. You bit your lip as your eyes traced over him. His shoulders, his biceps, his large, veiny hands. The way he stood with both feet planted on the floor as if he were preparing for the earth to unexpectedly move beneath him.

“Pedro…” You said his name and you didn’t really know why. You had nothing of import to say. But the way his name tasted on your tongue... You gulped. He stepped closer to you, his motions slow as he took the bottle from your hand and placed them both on a table by the door. He turned to face you, his hands running down your arms and you locked your knees to keep from swooning like an 18th century courtier. His gaze was darting all over your face, sweeping over your eyes and down to your lips and back up again. “I know I said no funny business…” He murmured, his voice deep and tender.

He ran his fingers along your neck, combing them through a few strands of your hair before bringing his fingertips up to your jaw line. He lifted your chin so your eyes met his and in that moment, you came undone. It was as though someone shoved a box of lit matches down your throat and they burned in your chest. You hastily grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you, your lips colliding with a heated force. His hands began to feverishly climb over your back, your tongue running a soft line over the delicious part of his lips where he quickly granted you access. His tongue invaded your mouth in earnest, and you moaned softly, the sound humming into his head and sending him reeling. He picked you up, your kiss never breaking, and laid you down on his bed. Your hands cupped his cheeks before racing through his russet hair.

The kiss broke for a moment and you lay beneath him, your heavy breathing matching his own. His chocolate eyes glittered as they scanned down your body, his hand landing on your stomach. You twitch as he slips it beneath your shirt, lifting it up to expose the black lacy bra you wore underneath. He hummed under his breath, dropping over you enough until you felt the soft cotton of his grey shirt graze your mid-section. His hand searched along the waistline of your pants and back up again and you whimpered. He tilted his head up to look at you. “I can stop.” He stated thoughtfully.

You shook your head feverishly. He had barely touched you, yet he could see the apparent agony on your face as you slowly unraveled beneath him. “Use your words, Y/N.” He whispered low in your ear before kissing your earlobe ever so softly, pulling away with the most delicate plipping sound. “Please don’t stop.” You breathed desperately. He needed no other coaxing. He swiftly lifted the shirt from over your head and made quick work of sliding your pants down. You fumbled at the button of his jeans and he stood by the edge of the bed and kicked them off as he peeled away his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. He hovered over you as he stood by the bed and you were able to get a good look at him, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. You could tell by the pitch of his underwear that he was more than ready. And yet, he just stood there, staring at you. Suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious, you start to fold your arms over your body in an effort to hide yourself. And he smirks with a shake of his head, his knees crashing onto the bed and grabbing your wrists, pinning them over your head. “Let me look at you, Y/N.” You give a half-cocked smile as he lets your wrists go. You keep them over your head obediently, granting him what he wants. “You are...” His voice trails as his hands begin to trace along your sides. “Fucking beautiful.” He finishes his sentence and you turn your face into the pillow, hiding your embarrassment.

He chuckles, turning your head back and leaning down to kiss you gently. His hands roam over your breasts, the black lacy bra still a barrier from his attentions. You reach around and unhook it with ease, and they spill out into his palms. He massages them for a moment, flicking his fingers over your taught nipples, pinching slightly. Your back arches off the bed in response. He moans as he takes each into his mouth, circling his tongue across the peaked flesh and then sucking on the velvet skin beneath.

In a motion like silk, his hand finds the wet mound between your legs and you shudder in surprise as he strokes against the fabric, a dark damp patch in your underwear the aftermath of his ministrations. “Fuck.” The word flowed from his exhale, so low you could barely hear it. It was strained and focused. His cock twitched aggressively in his underwear, burning to bury itself inside of you. He hooked his fingers over your panties, dragging them down and tossing them to the wayside. With his firm grip on your knees, he then plunged himself deep into your slick folds. You writhe violently as the feeling of his tongue sends you into a frenzy. “Pedro—” His name trips from your lips as you try to take a breath and at the sound of it, he moans into your pussy, his tongue delving deeper as if to reward you for your lustful admission.

You twist your fingers into his disheveled hair as you buck your hips against him in ardent pulses. “Ah—fuck. Don’t stop—” You plead and the moment that you say it, he pulls away with a devilish smirk. Your hands still tangled in his hair, giving him an admonishing tug as you whine for him to continue. He puckers his lips as if to say “shh”, but no sound emerges. He reaches down to the elastic band of his boxer briefs, letting them slip over his hips. His cock springs out, thick and lengthy, bobbing up and down from its own weight. He gives it a couple of hard pumps as he brings his fingers to your wet pussy and begins to lightly tease the lips, all while circling the head of his cock with his thumb, a bead of precum stringing its way onto your thigh.

You spread your legs wider, tucking your ankles underneath him and pulling him closer. “Stop teasing me.” You whimper. But your begging only spurs him on. “Mmm. Tell me what you want, sweet thing.” You moan at the use of a pet name. “You know exactly what I want.” You squelched impatiently, your hunger for him exceeding all manner of niceties. He leaned over you, groaning into your neck as the head of his cock tickles the damp lips of your entrance. He holds steady there as you jerk beneath him, desperate for him to fuck you. “Patience, baby.” He coos, sinking his mouth upon you. His lips searched over your collarbone and back up to your neck. Your breath purled against the side of his face as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue sampling every part of your body.

In the hopes of stopping his teasing, you proceed to do a little teasing of your own. You ran your tongue across his earlobe, nibbling gently with a soft moan of his name into his ear. “Pedro..” He groans softly in response, his cock still teasing you. You kiss his neck, sucking lightly and he reaches down and begins rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive clit, dragging it up and down. “You’re so—ah, fuck— so wet.” The forced words fall from his lips as if he is fighting through pain. And without another beat, he slowly sheathes himself inside of you. You both let out a drawn-out cry at the sensation and your nails dig into his arms as he arches his back to get as deep as he can. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, closing his eyes and drowning in the depths of your wet grip on him. You pulsed and squeezed to match his rhythm and he swiftly planted his hands on your hips to still your movement. “Mmm. Take it easy on me, baby. I’ll cum in a second if you keep that up.” His voice strained as he continued to pump.

In a rapid motion, Pedro whisks you in his arms and sits on the bed, impaling you on his cock. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you inhale deeply at the fullness of him inside of you. You rode him leisurely and he did not rush you. The tightening of your muscles moving up and down upon his shaft was enough to send him over the edge, but his eyes remained locked on you as you worked towards your euphoric goal. Your breathing began to accelerate, and he winced with pleasure as you dug your nails into his shoulders. “Cum for me, sweet thing.” Taking the lead again, he proceeded to drive his cock upwards, matching your pace, his grip tight around your ass and you felt a rush of pleasure overcome you as your wet, velvet walls constricted around his cock in violent pulses. He wanted to burst into you, but he refused to let it end so quickly.

Your orgasm faded and you slumped over his shoulder, panting as you came down from your high. He leaned you back so that you would fall softly onto the pillows. He admired you as you laid on the bed before him, your skin glistening with the aftermath of your efforts and reveling in the sensations still thrumming through you. He dropped onto his back next to you, his cock standing at attention, an indication his outward relaxation was only a courtesy to the exasperated woman beside of him.

Rolling over in a rapid movement, he slipped two fingers inside of you mechanically. You were near to purring at the unexpected feeling of his touch and you rocked against him in supplication. He demonstratively pulled you closer by your legs, letting his veiny cock graze along your stomach and dribble some pre-cum onto your flushed skin. You exhaled at the sensation of his warm, full length on your belly. In an instant, he withdrew his fingers and slotted his cock into the space they left behind. The muscles in his back bunched under your nails as he felt your body tense beneath him, straining to reach that pleasure again. His thrusting persisted with a devout purpose, willing you to cum. Your hands raced up his back and into his hair, clutching madly. “Mmm. So—fucking--good.” He praises you with each thrust. And with that, the heat of your core burst, spreading through you as you arched up hard beneath his weight, legs flying up to wrap around his waist to let him sink just a fraction deeper as your walls strangled his cock in rhythmic pulses. The rapturous screams that burst from your lips nearly synonymous with sobbing.

He pulled himself from you and your chest heaved with labored breaths. But he would not wait for your full recovery this time, his own need too strong. He spread your legs without missing a beat and before you could prepare, he slammed himself so deep inside of you that you were whining in pain-riddled pleasure. He groaned, sweat dripping from his brow. You whimpered desperately, his name dripping over your lips in a pathetic mewl. He bemoaned and withdrew almost completely, leaving only his swollen purple head inside. You took a single breath and he surged upwards as if to punctuate a point, hands dropping on either side of your head as your legs fell over his shoulders, a rough sound escaping his lips. You were struggling to catch your breath as he plunged into you time and time again, his pace gradually picking up and becoming rougher and rougher.

“F-fuuck.” He grunted under his breath and once again, you were fit to explode like a supernova. “P-Pedro!” You coaxed, savoring once more the way his name filled your mouth how he filled you now. The sound of it trilling from your lips was enough to finally send him over the edge with you. As the throes of orgasm built in you, he thrust rapidly into your writhing body, his own climax coming hard on the heels of your own, leaving him limp and replete on top of you.

You lay listless on the bed together for a good while, unable to move and entirely exhausted. Once you had caught your breath you looked over at him to find his eyes were closed, a wide smile plastered on his visage. You nudge him in the shoulder playfully. “Proud of yourself?” You jest. All he can do is nod, the grin growing wider.

Another beat of silence passes, and he rolls over, his hand lazily placed on the small of your back as he buries his nose into your hair before planting a sleepy kiss on your head. “You ok?” He hums, the timbre of his voice dusky from exhaustion.

“Better than ok. But…there is something I need to ask you.” You say, turning to face him in the bed. He looks at you quizzically, worried that something might be wrong. He raises an eyebrow in response. A serious expression crosses your countenance and he props himself up on his elbow, growing a little concerned.

“Wha--what is it?” He asks, worried.

“Do you have toothbrush I can borrow?” You ask with a grin. He wrestles you to the bed for toying with him and you both laugh.

“Yes, sweet thing.” He replies with a smile, crawling out of bed, bare assed and all, in pursuit of a toothbrush for you.

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No More Secrets

By @lbigreyhound13 for @peer-parker

Rating: K+

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Happy Hogan

Characters: Peter, Tony, Happy

Summary: He was just about to leave when…he heard a car approaching the wreckage…followed by many cars. It was definitely the cops and Tony’s clean-up crew coming to investigate, and then…he quickly realized that he was out in the open without his mask and an enemy who quickly figured out who he was. He needed to get out of there. He tested his old web-shooters to see if there was anything left…but he was all out. He mentally kicked himself for not having enough to get out of there, and he couldn’t let anyone see him…let anyone figure out that Spider-Man was Peter Parker. There was no telling what would happen, especially if Tony found out. That made me more nervous at the idea of his beloved mentor finding out that he was Spider-Man.

After Peter manages to defeat the Vulture, he is about to leave, but can't when his web-shooters ran low on web fluid. What happens when Happy comes onto the scene...completely unaware that Peter, Tony's intern is actually Spider-Man?

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Prompt: AU where Peter is Tony's intern and doesn't know he is Spider-Man. Tony and Peter have a father-son bond as mentor and mentee, whereas Spider-Man and Iron Man fight side by side. Main plot point I'm looking for in the fic-- the (perhaps angsty) reveal of secret identity

Peter breathed heavily as he walked through the wreckage, and his ears were ringing. Pain coursed through his body as he limped and carried Adrien Toomes, the Vulture, away from the wreckage…after his wings exploded. The fire crackled around them from the wreckage of Tony’s plane, and the smoke burned his nostrils. The heat was close to unbearable, but that was the least of his concerns. All he could focus on was the fact that his Homecoming date’s father was the Vulture, a weapons smuggler and that he had just attempted to steal his mentor and…father-figure, Tony Stark’s plane that contained the Avengers’ advanced weapons to smuggle them to terrorists. Thankfully, he managed to stop the Vulture from doing just that and save his life from his malfunctioning suit, but…unfortunately, it resulted in Tony’s plane crashing on the beach of Coney Island.

As relieved as he was that he was able to save Liz’s dad from certain death, he felt horrible knowing that he destroyed his mentor’s plane, and there was no doubt that the weapons were damaged and maybe even destroyed as well. Tony was already angry with Spider-Man for not following direct orders to stay away from anything regarding the Vulture and endangering people’s lives on the Staten Island Ferry. It’s what led him to take away Spider-Man’s suit to begin with…leaving Peter with no choice but to use his original homemade suit to take down Toomes.

Peter mentally cringed as he thought back to that last conversation Tony had with Spider-Man…while having absolutely no clue that the webslinger was actually his intern, Peter Parker.

“This is where you zip it, alright? The adult is talking!”

“And I wanted you to be better. Okay, it’s not working out. I’m gonna need the suit back.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

The teen quickly shook the memory away from his mind as he placed Toomes on the sand once he was sure they were away from the fire, only to plop down on the sand right next to him on his back. They both coughed and hacked from the smoke inhalation and from the intense battle. Peter felt his body ache from the crash…and from the punches Toomes had no problem giving him after they crashed. However, he refused to let the pain get to him. There would be time to take care of his injuries later. Right now, he needed to make sure Toomes wouldn’t try to get away, so he slowly stood up and turned around so that he was facing the weapons smuggler seeing him look up at him clearly wondering what was going to happen next.

Peter would never do that though. He wouldn’t even consider it. He knew what it was like to lose a parent. He lost his parents when he was little, and then he lost his uncle Ben just last year…about a month or so before he got accepted as an Intern in Stark Industries. He could never handle Liz going through the same thing. Yes, her father would be going to jail, but he would be alive.

No words were spoken as he bent down to pick up Toomes and slung him over his shoulder again taking him away from the wreckage and bound him so that he couldn’t get away. Surely, a plane flying through the sky and taking a nosedive would be noticeable and prompt someone to call 911, which meant that the cops would be there at any moment. He used his web-shooters to bound Toomes to a piece of debris, and then after some searching, he managed to find a paper and pen to write a note.

“FOUND FLYING VULTURE GUY. SPIDER-MAN. P.S. SORRY ABOUT YOUR PLANE.”

He then taped the note next to Toomes still not saying a word to his enemy.

“I hope you realize what you just did, Pedro,” Toomes said after a moment.

“If you’re referring to how I just saved your life, yeah, I do,” Peter replied. “I don’t want Liz to have to go through what I went through.” He took a deep breath. “Goodbye, Mr. Toomes.”

He was just about to leave when…he heard a car approaching the wreckage…followed by many cars. It was definitely the cops and Tony’s clean-up crew coming to investigate, and then…he quickly realized that he was out in the open without his mask and an enemy who quickly figured out who he was. He needed to get out of there. He tested his old web-shooters to see if there was anything left…but he was all out. He mentally kicked himself for not having enough to get out of there, and he couldn’t let anyone see him…let anyone figure out that Spider-Man was Peter Parker. There was no telling what would happen, especially if Tony found out. That made me more nervous at the idea of his beloved mentor finding out that he was Spider-Man.

Without wasting any more time, Peter quickly put on his hood attempting to hide his face and ran away from Toomes as the flashlights drew closer. If he could just hide behind some debris or something and sneak away, that would be enough.

(line break)

This was the last thing Happy expected to happen on this night. All he was instructed to do was make sure the last of the cargo was packed onto his boss’s plane so that it could be transferred to upstate, where Rhodey would be waiting to unpack the plane with Vision. However, as soon as he saw the Stark Plane falling out of the sky toward Coney Island, he immediately knew that that was not going to happen. After a quick phone call to Tony, the billionaire immediately ordered him to go investigate what happened and to call the clean-up crew, so that Ross didn’t try to use this against the Avengers in case the Rogues or the Vulture was involved.

It wasn’t the Rogues involved, but it was the Vulture…the weapons smuggler that Spider-Man warned Tony about…the very same one Spider-Man had been trying to catch even though Tony instructed him not to. Now that Happy thought about it, he hadn’t seen or heard from the webslinger since the ferry incident…when Tony took the suit away from the guy. Happy just wouldn’t put past him to somehow surprise everyone and make a comeback by catching the Vulture, and as soon as he saw the Vulture without his helmet concealing his face…and the note. He didn’t even need to see who it was from. Spider-Man actually did it. He captured the Vulture…without the fancy suit Tony made for him.

No words were exchanged with Toomes as Happy looked around trying to find any sign of Spider-Man watching from above, but for some reason…he looked down…only to see footprints in the sand…

Happy wasted no time in following them hoping to find the webslinger knowing for sure Tony would want to thank him for saving the cargo. He followed the footprints…all the way to a piece of debris still a few feet away from the wreckage, and he saw Spider-Man in his old suit…facing away from him and crouching down on the sand.

“S-Spider-Man?” Happy asked taking a step toward him.

The hero jumped but didn’t turn around. “Oh…uhhh…hey, Happy,” he said clearly trying to lower his voice. Although he wasn’t sure why. Happy and Tony obviously didn’t know Spider-Man’s secret identity, but they suspected that he was on the young side. “Uhh…I-I got the Vulture guy…ummm…I-I’m sorry about the plane though. I didn’t mean for that to happen, so please don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to cause more trouble for Mr. Stark.”

“Hey, hey, relax, man,” Happy said chuckling. “It’s okay. I think the boss will be more upset with me than with you after what happened. He’s going to owe you big time.”

“Oh no, he-he doesn’t have to pay me or anything,” Spider-Man replied. “I…I just wanted to help, that’s all.”

Happy nodded, but then…something didn’t sit right with him. Tony didn’t mention anything about Spider-Man coming onto the scene…or that he called the webslinger to begin with. Not only that, but…Spider-Man was here before they were, which meant he must’ve had something to do with the plane crashing…especially if he was missing his mask.

“Uhhh…I should…I should get going…” Spider-Man said as he stood up making sure that no one could see his face. “It-It’s…getting late…”

“Well, wait, hang on,” Happy said taking a step toward him. “How…how did you know about the plane to begin with? You were here before us…and you look pretty banged up from where I’m standing.” He noted that Spider-Man seemed to have a limp.

“You told me,” Spider-Man suddenly said.

“What?” Happy asked with confusion. “N-No, I didn’t. I only talked to Tony, Pepper, and…” he stopped…as he realized that there was a third person he spoke to about the plane…just a few days ago…

“What are you up to today, Happy?”

“Not too much…helping the guys move all the cargo to the plane today while you and the boss play Science in the lab.”

“What cargo?”

“Oh, just some Avengers tech that the boss wants to move to the Compound.”

“Is…is Mr. Stark moving?”

Happy chuckled. “Nah, kid, he’s just moving it up to the Compound. I think it’s just his way of dealing with everything that happened, and he figured it was best to have it in one place. He wouldn’t just drop you like a hot potato. He cares too much about you.”

“Yeah, I care about him too.”

“I know, kid…”

“…Peter…” Happy finished as the cold realization washed over him. There was no way. It was impossible, but then again...was it? They had the same voice, the same height...

“Oh...did I say you? I-I’m sorry, I-I meant Peter...Peter told me,” Spider-Man said quickly and obviously realizing his mistake.

However, he made an even bigger mistake. “Last time I checked...” he said slowly, “Tony said that Peter isn’t on good terms with Spider-Man. He’s tried to get you two to meet, but he never did.” Happy furrowed his eyebrows together as he took a step closer. “Come to think of it, it...is kind of weird that Peter Parker and Spider-Man...both of whom work for Tony Stark...are never in the same room together.”

“It’s not weird,” Spider-Man said quickly. “We just never saw each other. That’s all. Don’t make anything of it.”

“Spider-Man…come on,” Happy said. “Just turn around.”

“I can’t,” the hero replied.

The forehead of security took a deep breath. He was praying that he was wrong, but at the same time, he knew that he was probably right...as to who Spider-Man was.

“Peter...” Happy finally said after a moment.

This seemed to make him stop.

“Peter, please turn around,” Happy said again.

“I can’t,” Peter said, “and I’m not Peter.”

The hero still didn’t leave or attempt at the very least, and the forehead of security wondered if maybe he was deciding whether or not to reveal himself. Happy didn’t say anything as he stared at Spider-Man’s back silently begging him to just turn around and face him. His heart began to pound in his chest as he waited for Spider-Man to make his move. Then…he heard Spider-Man sigh in defeat, and without much warning, he slowly began to turn around while keeping his hood up.

Despite Happy making the connection, seeing the face of his boss’s personal intern…the one he had been getting so close to over the past few year or so…in Spider-Man’s old suit…looking battered and dirty from a battle…made him want to vomit right then and there. His eyes widened as he let out a shaky breath as he looked at…Peter.

“Aw, kid…” he finally said.

“Happy…uhh…I…I…didn’t…I mean…” Peter tried to say. However, he was clearly at a loss for words himself.

The forehead of security looked only to see the police and clean-up crew inching closer to them. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice that Spider-Man was without a mask, and he was realizing that Tony’s kid was now relying on him to do something, he quickly put his flashlight down and shrugged off his jacket.

“W-What are you doing?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know about you, kid,” Happy said as he took his jacket and placed It over Peter’s head to help conceal his face., “but I don’t think we need to have Spider-Man identity blasted on.the news. “Just stick with me. I’ll take you to the tower, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter replied meekly.

Happy wasted no time in putting his arm around Peter pulling him close to his side and guiding him through the wrecked plane to his car. “We just got to get past these guys,” he said, “and then we’re home free.”

Peter could only nod as Happy began walking them both to the car. He could only see out of a small crack in the opening of the jacket, but thankfully nobody else could see his face. That was a huge relief as Happy told the cops and the clean-up crew that he found Spider-Man and that he was going to escort him to get him some help. A couple of people offered to help, but Happy thankfully insisted that he was okay and didn’t let anyone come near them.

After a few minutes, Peter felt himself being maneuvered into a car, and as he found himself being guided into the seat, he kept the jacket over his face. Happy wasted no time in closing the car door before jumping into the driver’s seat and driving off back toward Stark Tower. Thankfully, it was late at night, so there was no traffic. The drive would be quick.

“Okay, kid, we’re far enough,” Happy said after a few minutes. “You can take the jacket off now.”

Peter slowly but surely removed the jacket from his head and took it off allowing Happy to see his face in the rearview mirror, and it was at that moment that his heart dropped. His identity was just revealed…to Happy Hogan, of all people, his mentor’s best friend and head of security, and he was now taking him to the tower…the very tower Tony Stark lived in. His heart pounded that he would have to tell his mentor that he was Spider-Man…after keeping this huge secret from him…and after Tony took Spider-Man’s suit away…after he messed up with the ferry. While Tony wasn’t angry with Peter, he was certainly mad at Spider-Man.

After the ferry incident, Peter had to go on pretending that he didn’t just get his suit…his alter-ego taken away by his mentor…and that he didn’t disappoint his mentor in one of the worst ways possible. He knew…just knew that if Tony found out that his intern and superhero mentee were one and the same…it would ruin everything…destroy everything he and Tony had. Ever since Tony had taken him under his wing as his intern in Stark Industries, he refused to do anything to disappoint the billionaire. He had become more than a mentor over the past few months…more like a father-figure to him. The way he and Tony connected…the way they talked to each other about their dark pasts…lost loved ones…it felt as though Tony was filling the void Ben left just the year before, but now…he realized that there was a possibility that it could all be over that night…in just one second. Tony would surely take one look at him and want nothing more to do with him.

“You okay, kid?” Happy finally asked gently.

“I…I don’t know,” Peter replied quietly. “D-Do we really have to talk to Mr. Stark about this?”

Happy sighed and slightly shook his head. “Yes, we do,” he replied. “He cares about you. He’s going to want to be sure that you’re okay. Besides, he would have my head if I let you go home like that.”

Peter sighed as he leaned back against the headrest. “He’s going to hate me,” he said.

“Peter…come on…he might be worried and a little pissed that you didn’t tell anyone about this…but he could never hate you.”

“You didn’t see his face when he was yelling at Spider-Man.”

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Needless to say, this was the last thing Tony had expected to happen that Friday night. After he and May dropped Peter off at his date’s house, he and his intern’s aunt went out for a quick bite to eat, and then he returned to the tower and spent some time in the lab while Pepper finished up with work. May told him that she would pick Peter up to take him home and promised that they would spend some time together tomorrow, and Tony was even going to go to bed at a decent hour that night…only to be woken up by Happy, who called him to tell him that the plane for the Avengers’ technology was going down and about to crash. He of course sent Happy to go retrieve it and find out what happened and to recover the weapons.

As he worked in the lab waiting for Happy to report back, he perked when FRIDAY announced that someone was coming up in the elevator. He looked up, and sure enough, there was Happy walking into the lab.

“Hey, uh, boss...” Happy began, “I got the hero of the hour with me.”

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as he studied his forehead of security. Weird because your tone suggests you got the villain instead,” he said as he took a step toward him eyeing him with suspicion.

Happy took a quick look over his shoulder clearly looking at someone behind him. Tony couldn’t see who it was, and JT piqued his curiosity even more. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was someone he found with the plane.

“Not a villain,” Happy began, “but...” He stepped to the side...revealing...Peter.

Tony’s eyes widened...upon seeing his teenaged intern...clearly looking bruised and cut up and a bit dirty, but that wasn’t what made his heart pound even more. He could handle Peter looking banged up because that was easy to fix. Some bandages and he would be fine, but what made his heart pound was seeing his intern...in a certain red and blue onesie...one that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t possibly be wearing this onesie...he couldn’t have been. Peter was supposed to be at Homecoming with Liz.

“P-Peter...w-what are you...?” Tony asked in shock taking a step toward his kid. Peter didn’t say anything as he watched him walk closer. “Kid...please tell you decided wear a Halloween costume early just to scare me...”

The teenager shook his head slowly. “I-I wish I could, Mr. Stark...” he said.

“Y-You’re...you’re Spider-Man...?” Tony breathed after a moment. “This...this whole time...it’s been you? You’re him?”

Peter could only nod with tears forming in his eyes.

Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Peter...the very same kid he took under his wing months ago...the very same kid who had been coming to work with him every week in the lab...the very same kid he had come to see as a son. He was actually Spider-Man... This whole time he was actually the web slinging hero...Spider-Man. “W-Washington...when you disappeared...and...” he began as all the memories of him interacting with Spider-Man, “and... Germany...you...you were in Germany with me...and the ferry...and the night...the night you...Spider-Man almost drowned...that was all you?” Now, he couldn’t even see the mysterious web-slinging hero he had come to care about...all he could see was the teenager he came to care about...and it scared him.

“Yes,” Peter said softly looking at the floor and then up at Tony, “but please don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” Tony breathed raising his eyebrows. “Who’s mad, kid? Not me, I’m fine. Scared? Yes. Terrified? Hell to the yes.” The billionaire ran his hands through his hair thinking about Peter lying on the pavement at the airport in Germany…almost drowning or getting injured while fighting the Vulture on the ferry, and how he would’ve had no clue. How did he miss this? He was Tony Stark…supposedly a genius. How did he never figure out that Peter and Spider-Man were one and the same? “Oh my god...my intern...my...my kid...has been Spider-Man this whole time, and I never had any clue.”

Peter felt the tears form even more in his eyes seeing his mentor freak out in front of him…feeling guilty over not knowing he was Spider-Man…and he just even worse for not coming clean to Tony sooner. He could only wring his hands in his hoodie. “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear,” he said a little louder this time.

That made Tony stop in his tracks to look into Peter’s brown eyes. “Then why?” Tony asked…perhaps a little too firmly. He quickly steadied himself. The last thing he wanted to do was yell at Peter…not when there probably was a reason why he kept this huge secret from him and May. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he added more softly. “Pete, we tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about...this?”

Peter closed his eyes as he realized that Tony was in fact right. They did tell each other everything from the littlest things to the biggest of things. He and Tony had learned to warm up to each other…to get comfortable with each other…and to trust each other in the year they had known each other.

“My uncle and I had a fight the night he died…and I ran out…I just ran to get a snack, and he went after me. Next thing I know…this robber comes into the deli and runs out…the owner even asked me why I didn’t stop him…I go out…and there’s Ben…lying on the ground bleeding. I…tried to save him…but…”

“Aw, kid…and you’ve been thinking that this whole time….”

“I don’t have to think it. I know it’s true, Mr. Stark.”

“No, it’s not, kid…it’s not your fault.”

True, Spider-Man and Tony had been too, but…Spider-Man couldn’t let Tony in like Peter did. If Spider-Man were to let anything slip, it could be one step closer to finding out that he and Peter Parker were one and the same.

The fact that his mentor looked so hurt that he didn’t share this made him feel more guilty, and he owed Tony an explanation. “Because...I was...” he stopped briefly wondering if he should even…explain before deciding to continue, “I-I don’t know...I guess I was worried you would try to stop me. I mean...I was trying to think of a way to break it down gently, but...I...after what happened with the ferry...and you wanted the suit back...I got scared. I...I already lost you as Spider-Man. I didn’t want to lose you as Peter Parker, too.”

“Y-You thought that...” Tony began still staring at Peter with widened eyes, and as the tears fell on Peter’s face…his heart broke, “aw, kid...come here.” He wasted no time in pulling Peter in for a hug as the teenaged vigilante quickly returned the gesture. “You never lost me, kid.” He ran his hands through Peter’s sweaty and matted hair. “I...I didn’t mean for you to think that I would reject you completely. I’m sorry you thought that. You just...you needed some tough love, that’s all.”

Peter sighed feeling the relief wash over him as he found himself in his mentor’s warm embrace. Tony’s hugs always seemed to have that affect on him whenever he was stressed, upset, or just wanted a hug, but now...it was a promise...that he would never lose him despite being Spider-Man. It was a promise to never leave him and that he would always be there. “I know that now,” he said. “I’m sorry, too, Mr. Stark. I just...wanted to be like you.”

“I just wanted to be like you.”

“And I wanted you to be better.”

The billionaire couldn’t help but chuckle. It was so much different now hearing Peter say that to him, and not as Spider-Man. “I appreciate that, kid,” he replied, “but...I’m hoping for you to be better than me. Who am I kidding? You’re on your way there.”

“He sure is, boss,” Happy interjected proudly. “This guy saved the Vulture.”

“I have no doubt about it,” Tony said smiling at his friend before pulling away so that he was looking at Peter. He noted how he did look bruised and had a few cuts on his face and how dirty he looked. “Let’s get you cleaned up and have those wounds looked at.”

“Okay,” Peter said nodding and smiling up at his mentor. “Thanks, Mr. Stark, and just so you know, I think I’m going to stay close to the ground for a little while...like you said...be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, you know? After what happened tonight...I...you know...”

Tony smiled as he held onto Peter almost as if he was afraid to let go of his intern. “I think that’s a great idea, buddy,” Tony said after a moment, “and I’ll be there every step of the way, both for the internship and super-heroism.”

“Well,” Peter began smiling up at the billionaire, “you’ve already been doing that, but it’ll be such a relief not keeping it from you.”

“I’m glad you said that because...there’s one other person we should tell,” Tony said raising his eyebrows hoping Peter would take the hint.

The teenaged vigilante clearly got the hint because he threw his head back and groaned. “But May will freak out,” he said pleadingly.

“I know,” Tony said gently, “but she really does need to know, bud. It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one who knew. That, and she would kick my ass if she found out I knew, and she didn’t.”

“It’s not worth just a…teeny tiny little risk?” Peter asked with a small smile.

“No...now, come on, Ferris,” Tony said wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders guiding him out of the lab with Happy in tow. “I’m going to take you down to the MedBay, and we will have lots to talk about.”

Peter rolled his eyes at his mentor, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but smile in relief. Perhaps, Tony and May knowing about him being Spider-Man wouldn’t be so bad.

#friendly neighborhood exchange #iron dad and spider son

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Protests Have Also Broken Out In Latin America Against Police Brutality

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A demonstrator in Guadalajara, Mexico.

MEXICO CITY — Several prominent killings by police officers and thousands of arrests over violations of measures intended to curb the spread of the coronavirus have roiled Latin America. It’s a region familiar with police brutality, but many people feel the pandemic has become a new excuse for security forces to crack down violently.

Last month, Mexican police detained Giovanni López, a 30-year-old bricklayer, for not wearing a face mask as bystanders pleaded for his release. His body was later discovered in the hospital, and an autopsy revealed that the cause of death was blunt trauma to the head.

In Argentina, officers beat up and detained Luis Espinoza, a 31-year-old day laborer, during an operation in May to ensure quarantine measures were being followed. His body was found in a ditch after a weeklong search. Nine cops have been detained in connection to the ongoing investigation.

“The police feel that there is another good pretext for them to be rash, to do some social control and enforce aggressively in the name of a pandemic,” said José Miguel Vivanco, executive director of the Americas division at Human Rights Watch.

As protests spread across the US and other major cities around the world following the killing of George Floyd by a police officer in Minneapolis, anger over cases of police brutality has reignited in Latin America.

On Thursday, a demonstration erupted over the killing of López in Guadalajara, Mexico’s second-largest city. Police fired tear gas at protesters, who smashed and burned vehicles outside the government palace. One demonstrator poured flammable liquid onto an officer’s uniform, which caught on fire.

Last week, protesters in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, called for an end to police brutality after João Pedro Matos Pinto, 14, was killed during a police raid. Like 75% of those killed by cops in Brazil, Pinto was Black. Demonstrators carried Black Lives Matter signs in an echo of events in the US.

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A protest against the killing of Black people in Rio de Janeiro, May 31.

Police abuse has been widespread in Latin America for decades, with security forces often violently putting down political dissent and carrying out extrajudicial killings. Rather than produce a sense of trust, cops are generally seen as the cause of trouble. According to a 2010 report on police misconduct in the region, over 44% of survey respondents said their local police agencies were involved in crime.

And yet some Latin American governments have recently undertaken efforts to extend protections for police officers. Last month, Peru enacted a law eliminating a requirement that the use of force must be proportionate. In Chile last year, following weeks of mass demonstrations — during which the United Nations said the police and the army committed human rights violations — President Sebastián Piñera submitted a bill to “strengthen the protection of security forces.”

With the coronavirus spreading rapidly across the region and governments enacting policies to try to contain it, including curfews and mandatory lockdowns, police feel like their role has been enforced and legitimized, experts warn. Among the thousands of arrests for quarantine and health violations — in Peru alone, more than 33,000 people were detained during the first two weeks of a state of emergency decreed by President Martín Vizcarra — some appear to have been unjustified and at times violent.

In El Salvador, Cindy Reyes was detained by police as she took her 4-year-old son to use an outside toilet. Like many of those arrested, Reyes has virtually no access to a qualified defense team. In Peru, police dragged a man into a police van after he crossed the street in front of his building to throw out the trash. It was after the 8 p.m. national curfew.

Lopez’s case in Mexico has drawn widespread condemnation. Guillermo del Toro, an Academy Award–winning director, tweeted his anger.

@FiscaliaJal @EnriqueAlfaroR @CNDH @FGRMexico A mas de un mes, no hay respuestas, no hay arrestos. No es abuso de autoridad. Es asesinato. El sinsentido- la locura absoluta- es que ocurra un asesinato a nombre de un asunto de salud publica. https://t.co/0OscxjSBtt

06:03 AM – 04 Jun 2020

“More than a month later, there are no answers, no arrests. This isn’t abuse of authority. This is murder. What makes no sense — what is insane — is that a murder is carried out in the name of public health.”

Some officials have waved off critics of police abuse and protesters, saying they were trying to politically destabilize their cities or countries. In an echo of the claims of some US governors that protests have been led by outside agitators, the governor of Jalisco state, Enrique Alfaro, said protests had been planned from Mexico City.

“They wanted to provoke the government,” Alfaro said during a taped message, referring to protesters. But Guadalajara’s police, he added, “knew how to resist.”

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Best Songs of 2019

Hey hey! In keeping with previous year’s wrap-up activities, here are my favorite songs from 2019, in 10 words or less, with a Spotify playlist for easy listening purposes. Let’s go!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0pw2fMtNMLO40lKqNr19ZC?si=etCHoh-YScygWM7VP5y6kw

#25.

American Football: “Uncomfortably Numb (ft. Hayley Williams)”

Hayley kills it. Amazing interweaving vocals. Largely underwhelming record otherwise.

#24.

Tiny Moving Parts: “Bloody Nose”

Speaking of underwhelming records...love the 3/4 bridge tho!

#23.

Owel: “No Parachutes”

...and the award for Most Adorable Video goes to...

#22.

The Hold Steady: “Denver Haircut”

Straight up banger. Killer chorus riff. Typical Craig Finn brilliance.

#21.

PUP: “Scorpion Hill”

Fun bluegrass diversion with a killer half pace chorus.

#20.

Brojob: “Tuff Love (ft. Duncan Bentley)”

I take my joke bands very seriously.

#19.

He Is Legend: “Boogiewoman”

An incredibly sexy yet revolting song. Like rotting fruit.

#18.

Unwed Sailor: “Indian Ocean”

Lovely 7/8 groove. Nice progression of riffs throughout.

#17.

Man Man: “Beached”

The “libido/burrito” line makes me laugh every time.

#16.

Touche Amore: “Deflector”

These incredible singles are such teases. Hopefully 2020 brings album.

#15.

Anamanaguchi: “On My Own (ft. Hana)”

The soundtrack to the most epic anime battle ever.

#14.

Mannequin Pussy: “Drunk II”

What a powerhouse vocal performance! Female vocalists owned 2019.

#13.

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: “Plastic Boogie”

My new favorite guitar riff. Adore any song with harmonica.

#12.

Caspian: “Flowers of Light”

Easily my most anticipated album of 2020. Such epic soundscapes!

#11.

Weezer: “The End of the Game”

Sort of Trans-Siberian Orchestra-like. Fun, throwback jam.

#10.

Origami Angel: “Escape Rope”

Breakneck tempo and energy. Amazing pull-off guitar breaks.

#9.

Snooze: “Dig Doug”

Perhaps the best vocal harmonies put to tape. Goosebumps abound.

#8.

Masked Intruder: “Mine All Mine”

Such a classic, doo-wop feel. Pure sugary love.

#7.

Fuming Mouth: “Fatalism”

Brutal dread and gloom. “Nothing will save you” indeed.

#6.

Enter Shikari: “Stop The Clocks”

Best hook writers several years running. Straightforward and extraordinary.

#5.

PUP: “Kids”

Infectious hook and vocals. Stuck in your head permanently.

#4.

Great Grandpa: “Bloom”

...and the award for Most Adorable Song goes to...

#3.

Pedro The Lion: “Black Canyon”

What a gut punch. The dissonant chords add a ton.

#2.

Snooze: “Separation Anxiety”

My 2 favorite songs have “anxiety” in their title, huh?

#1.

La Dispute: “Anxiety Panorama”

Record did not gel with me. This song sure did.

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2019 favourites

Albums

1. Angel Du$t: Pretty Buff (Roadrunner)

2. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Ghosteen (Bad Seed Ltd.)

3. Sorry Girls: Deborah (Arbutus)

4. Weyes Blood: Titanic Rising (Sub Pop)

5. Men I Trust: Oncle Jazz (Return To Analog)

6. Aldous Harding: Designer (4AD)

7. Clairo: Immunity (The FADER Label)

8. Charli XCX: Charli (Atlantic)

9. Royal Trux: White Stuff / Pink Stuff (Fat Possum)

10. Carly Rae Jepsen: Dedicated (604/SchoolBoy)

11. The National: I Am Easy To Find (4AD)

12. Vanishing Twin: The Age of Immunology (Fire)

13. Purple Mountains: s/t (Drag City)

14. Tyler, the Creator: IGOR (A Boy Is A Gun)

15. Vampire Weekend: Father of the Bride (Columbia)

16. Ariana Grande: thank u, next (Republic)

17. Young Guv: GUV I & II (Run For Cover)

18. Drugdealer: Raw Honey (Mexican Summer)

19. Teebs: Anicca (Brainfeeder)

20. Nilüfer Yanya: Miss Universe (ATO)

21. Tengger: Spiritual (Extra Noir) / Spiritual 2 (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond)

22. Sharon Van Etten: Remind Me Tomorrow (Jagjaguwar)

23. Drab Majesty: Modern Mirror (Dais)

24. Caroline Polachek: Pang (Perpetual Novice)

25. Private Agenda: Il De Reve (Lo)

26. Taylor Swift: Lover (Republic)

27. oso oso: Basking in the Glow (Triple Crown)

28. Pretty Matty: Pretty Matty (Get Better)

29. black midi: Schlagenheim (Rough Trade)

30. Deerhunter: Why Hasn't Everything Already Disappeared? (4AD)

31. Empath: Active Listening: Night on Earth (Get Better)

32. Better Oblivion Community Center: s/t (Dead Oceans)

33. Badge Époque Ensemble: s/t (Telephone Explosion)

34. Bart: Today, Tomorrow, & The Next Day (idée fixe)

35. Crumb: Jinx (Crumb)

36. Synkro: Images (Apollo)

37. Anna Meredith: FIBS (Black Prince Fury)

38. Corridor: Junior (Sub Pop)

39. Flore Laurentienne: Volume 1 (Costume)

40. Jayda G: Significant Changes (Ninja Tune)

41. Jacques Greene: Dawn Chorus (LuckyMe/Arts & Crafts)

42. Le SuperHomard: Meadow Lane Park (Elefant Spain)

43. The Twilight Sad: It Won/t Be Like This All the Time (Rock Action)

44. Barrie: Happy To Be Here (Winspeak)

45. Phillipi & Rodrigo: Paciencia (Deewee)

46. Death & Vanilla: Are You A Dreamer? (Fire)

47. Bodywash: Comforter (Luminelle)

48. Panda Bear: Buoys (Domino)

49. Pedro the Lion: Phoenix (Polyvinyl)

50. Skinny Pelembe: Dreaming Is Dead Now (Brownswood)

Tracks

1. Sorry Girls: One That You Want

2. Normani: Motivation

3. Clairo: Bags

4. Nasty Cherry: What Do You Like In Me

5. Lauv feat. Anne-Marie: fuck, i’m lonely

6. Charli XCX feat. Christine and the Queens: Gone

7. Aldous Harding: The Barrel

8. Daphni feat. Paradise: Sizzling

9. Ariana Grande: NASA

10. Grace Ives: Mirror

11. Weyes Blood: Everyday

12. Taylor Swift: The Man

13. Jai Paul: He

14. BTS feat. Halsey: Boy With Luv

15. FKA twigs: Cellophane

16. Carly Rae Jepsen: Too Much

17. The National: Rylan

18. Vampire Weekend: This Life

19. Grimes x i_o: Violence

20. Jessie Ware: Adore You

21. Kesha feat. Big Freedia: Raising Hell

22. Purple Mountains: All My Happiness Is Gone

23. ROSALÍA: Aute Cuture

24. 100 gecs: Money Machine

25. Caroline Polachek: So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings

26. Lauv feat. Troye Sivan: i’m so tired…

27. Georgia: About Work the Dancefloor

28. Magdalena Bay: Mine

29. The 1975: Frail State of Mind

30. Shawn Mendes: If I Can’t Have You

31. Angel Du$t: Big Ass Love

32. Tame Impala: Patience

33. Taylor Swift: Cruel Summer

34. Lil Mosey: Live This Wild

35. Jenny Hval: Ashes To Ashes

36. Kitten: Memphis

37. Claud: Easy

38. Helado Negro: Running

39. Caribou: Home

40. Teebs feat. Panda Bear: Studie

41. Post Malone: Circles

42. DJDS: Magic Loop

43. Tyler, the Creator: I THINK

44. Banoffee feat. Empress Of: Tennis Fan

45. PUP: Kids

46. Charli XCX feat. Lizzo: Blame It On Your Love

47. Deerhunter: Whatever Happens To People?

48. Royal Trux: Suburban Junky Lady (Ariel Pink Remix)

49. Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein: Starcourt

50. Little Jesus: Los Años Maravillosos

EPs

1. Dry Cleaning: Sweet Princess/Boundary Road Snacks and Drinks (It’s OK)

2. Malibu: One Life (Joyful Noise)

3. Magdalena Bay: mini mix vol. 1 (Luminelle)

4. SASSY 009: KILL SASSY 009 (Luft)

5. Ducks Unlimited: Get Bleak (Bobo Integral)

6. Skee Mask: 808BB/ISS004 (Ilian Tape)

7. Daphni: Sizzling (Jialong)

8. girl in red: Chapter 2 (marie ulven)

9. Koffee: Rapture (Promised Land)

10. Octo Octa: For Lovers (Technicolour)

Compilations and Reissues

Autoclave: s/t (Dischord)

Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man: Out of Season (UMC)

Dinosaur Jr.: Green Mind / Where You Been / Without A Sound (Cherry Red)

Duster: Capsule Losing Contact (Numero Group)

Emerson: If You Need Me Call Me (Kalita)

Galerie Stratique: Horizzzons (Public House)

Greg Belson's Divine Disco Volume Two: Obscure Gospel Disco from 1979 to 1987 (Cultures of Soul)

Hefner: Fidelity Wars (Where It’s At Is Where You Are)

His Name Is Alive: His Name Is Alive All The Mirrors In The House (Home Recordings 1979 - 1986) (Disciples)

Insides: Euphoria (Beacon Sound)

Jonathan Fire*Eater: Tremble Under Boom Lights / Wolf Songs For Lambs (Third Man)

R.E.M.: Monster (Craft)

Royal Trux: Quantum Entanglement (Fat Possum)

Seaside Lovers: Memories In Beach House (Ship To Shore)

Sloan: Navy Blues (murderecords)

Stereolab: Transient Random-Noise Bursts with Announcements / Mars Audiac Quintet / Emperor Tomato Ketchup / Dots and Loops / Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night / Sound-Dust / Margerine Eclipse (Duophonic)

Steve Hiett: Down On The Road By The Beach (Be With/Efficient Space)

Supercrush: Never Let You Drift Apart (Debt Offensive)

Super Furry Animals: Guerilla (BMG)

Team Dresch: Personal Best / Captain My Captain (Jealous Butcher)

The Blue Nile: Hats (The Blue Nile)

The Springfields: Singles 1986-1991 (Slumberland)

Thrush Hermit: Clayton Park (New Scotland)

Various: A short illness from which he never recovered (Blackest Ever Black)

Various: Brought To Light (FatCat)

Various: Pacific Breeze: Japanese City Pop AOR & Boogie 1976-1986 (Light In The Attic)

Various: The Daisy Age (Ace)

Various: The Sound Of Love International 002 (Love International)

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Meanwhile, at Much Ado About Nothing rehearsals

Beatrice has taught Hero about “title of your sex tape” jokes. It’s gotten to the point where she’ll just look at her and raise an eyebrow and Hero will gasp and yell “NO!”

Don Pedro has a crush on Benedick. Verges has a crush on Benedick. Leonata has a crush on Benedick. Beatrice is pretty sure he hates her and unsure why, and resultantly thinks he’s pretentious and patronizing.

Despite this, she’s been offering him various candies for weeks in order to figure out what flavor chapstick to wear when they first have to kiss.

Dogberry and Verges have been wearing horse and squirrel masks for half an hour. We’re not sure why. It isn’t in the script.

Hero has been staring at a wall for 10 minutes trying to figure out how to make herself cry.

Beatrice has now confronted Benedick about his perceived hatred of her. The confrontation ended with a hug. She’s still pretty sure he hates her. “It was a deception hug.”

Every now and then you’ll hear someone yell “TRICKERY!”. This is followed by anything from blatant cheating in a warm-up game to revealing they were lying to throwing their sweater at someone’s face.

We may all be a little too similar to our characters.

#shakespeare #much ado about nothing #i'm beatrice btw lol

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Alebrijes - Day 1

We started our last project with Bennett the week before we went on Thanksgiving break, Thursday, November 15. Although that seems like a while ago now, this post will cover the first stage in this project – paper armatures for alebrijes.

This project is Natalia’s brainchild and is based off of alebrijes from Mexican culture. An alebrije is an animal or pet that has died and now serves as a spirit guide to their owner. In spirit form, the animal’s appearance usually transforms to include some chimera-like or exaggerated features. Artist Pedro Linares Lopez first started making alebrije sculptures in the 1930’s in Mexico City. Today, artists continue to make alebriije sculptures from wood, ceramics or papier mache and paint them with colorful designs and dots.

On November 15 we brought a big roll of paper and a lot of masking tape to Bennett. The paper, once crumpled up, would become the form of the papier mache sculpture. At the start of the hour, we began by explaining that the students would be creating a collaborative alebrije sculpture. We then looked at images for inspiration and pointed out the various combinations of animal body parts, such as the elephant-butterfly. After discussing the imaged, we asked them to think of animals that they like or their own pets and to pick out a body part from that animal that they would like to contribute to the sculpture. They came up with tails, wings, horns, legs, and one student wanted to make the body.

When we prepped for this lesson the previous Tuesday, Natalia demonstrated how you can take a large piece of paper and crumple it down, shape it, and tape it up. Although it is a simple enough task, I wondered if the students would have trouble manipulating the tape and forming the shapes from such large pieces of paper. However, they jumped right in without much aid or demonstration from us. I was impressed with their ability to work with the normally 2D medium of paper in 3D. As I looked around the room, I saw that this seemed to be true for most groups; the cafeteria was transformed into one big paper crushing party.

At the end of class, it was fun to see the college students parade out of the school carrying each groups’ alebrije. The sizes and shapes ranged from a small owl creature to a huge winged dragon.

The fun was just getting started with these paper armatures; papier mache-ing at Stamps and painting are on the horizon!

Thanks for reading! - Group 10 (Olivia and Rachel)

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shrekspearfishing · 4 years

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NSP:123 DIY Wooden Speargun 101 | Ed Martin

The Timber Speargun Build Episode

From concept to shooting fish with Ed Martin from Killshot Spearguns

Important Times

03:30 Ed Martin from Killshot Spearguns Introduction and all about the Florida Keys (his store is in Islamorada).

Geography

Water Temps

Depths and bottom structure

Seasonal issues

Common species

16:00 The rationale behind this Wooden Speargun DIY build episode + Ed Martins spearfishing background and the Killshot Speargun story

23:25 Errol “What are the pros/cons of Wood VS Pipe speargun in your mind?

Duncan Henderson also asks “Why do you choose to work with wooden guns? whats the advantages in your opinion?”

27:50 CONCEPTING AND PLANNING | Making your first speargun advice!

What are the crucial decisions to make before you start?

SearchingForTheEdge on the spearfishing Subreddit advised prospective gun builders that the number one key is to build your gun around your spear. Don't try to build a gun and then later try to find a spear for it. It's much easier and faster to buy the spear and use it for all the measurements. Is this good advice?

Sven Franklin "what is the ideal shaft overhang length as this varies from company to company and personal opinion among spearos?"

Joe Pedro "Enclosed track vs open track, how to decide which is best for certain fish targeting setups?"

Can we borrow or steal some ideas from the best manufacturers?

48:20 SPEARGUN MATERIALS

Composite vs Solid one piece?

Wood types? Mahogany, Sepo, Teak etc

Glue? Resin? Sealant? Epoxy? What is the difference?

Making a test gun

What components should I buy rather than make myself? How do you make these choices? Where is a good place for buying components?

To safety or not to safety?

What tools do I require? What tools do I desire? Clamps, jigsaw, dropsaw, mitresaw, cordless drill, gloves, plastic, straight edge, file, masking tape, rubber for relieving clamping pressure, tape measure, belt sander, verniers, small chisel, router, drill press

66:15 How much time does it take to make a speargun?

69:00 Buoyancy and ballast | How do we work this out?

74:40 Daniel Mann "Why is oil a terrible choice to finish a timber speargun?"

79:00 Care and maintenance

80:30 Duncan also asks “What are the common problems with people's homemade wooden guns?"

92:00 Rubber Powerbands

How often do you replace them?

Wishbones - the horror of metal wishbones

Links Mentioned

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Ed Martins Blank Speargun Kit on Neptonics

Killshot Spearguns on Instagram

Killshot Spearguns on YouTube

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Check out this episode!

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daleisgreat · 5 years

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Major League

Last weekend I made it to one of my two annual summer treks out to catch a Minor League baseball game and while getting swept up in the spirit of watching a live baseball game it reminded me that is has been a couple years since I have seen a baseball film. Longtime readers here may recall it was almost an annual tradition to recap one here during baseball season. While making our way out after the game it suddenly clicked that 2019 marked the 30th anniversary of my favorite baseball film, the original Major League (trailer) from 1989. For the first time in the five and a half years after starting this blog I will have to break my rule and watch a DVD/BluRay from my collection that I have already viewed and is not in the backlog box, but trust me it is worth it and I am long overdue for another viewing! I have a unique history with this film frachise. The sequel in 1994, Major League II was the first film I saw in the series and I specifically recall my dad taking me to it at the theaters when I was 11 and super gung-ho into baseball, baseball videogames and baseball cards! Needless to say I fell in love with the film and its diverse range of flamboyant long-shots help what would seem like the helpless Cleveland Indians make it to the World Series. My dad saw how much I loved the movie and shortly after it hit video he went to a friend I recall he told me had what seemed like an infinite supply of movies on tape. I remember he took me there once and I was too young to realize it then, but looking back he was the local go-to guy who hooked everyone up with bootleg VHS tapes filled with a few movies on them in super low quality SLP playback. My dad got this guy to make a tape that contained what would wound up being 11 year-old Dale’s four favorite movies at that time in the first two Major League films and both Wayne’s World movies. I cannot tell you how many times I watched that tape all the way through, except that it was well into the double digits.

That tape was how I originally saw the first Major League and I was blown away by how much better it was than the sequel that I already cherished. Who was this Wesley Snipes fellow who is a vastly superior Willie Mays Hayes compared to Omar Epps in the sequel? After misplacing that tape after several years, the original Major League was one of about ten VHS tapes I bought before I was able to save up to buy my first DVD player. I snatched up the bare-bones original DVD release of the film the week it came out, and bought it again several years later when it got a ‘Wild Thing Special Edition’ jam packed with extra features and a killer slipover turf cover! A couple years after that in 2009 Paramount re-released the Wild Thing edition on BluRay, but without the turf cover I adored so I made sure to save my DVD turf cover and slip it over the BluRay in my collection like any diehard Major League fan buying the movie for the fourth time on home video would! I still love the old timey song, Randy Newman’s “Burn on” being used in the opening of the film to set up the sad state of the Cleveland Indians in 1989. The opening montage brilliantly interspersed newspaper clipping about the owner passing away and how his widowed wife, Rachel Phelps (Margaret Whitton) cut most of their top talent and replaced them with has-beens and long-shots in hopes of tanking the team enough to move them to Miami. Shortly after that is a great start of spring training scene introducing the dynamic cast of hopefuls such as the Mexican League wash up Jake Taylor (Tom Berenger), California Penal League pitching sensation Rick Vaughn (Charlie Sheen), surprise walk-on Willie Mays Hayes (Wesley Snipes), superstitious slugger Pedro Cerrano (Dennis Haysbert) and stock market guru Roger Dorn (Corbin Bernsen). They are managed by former Dunlop Tire specialist Lou Brown (James Gammon).

For a film that is a little over an hour and a half it does a bang-up job at managing to capture the feel of a whole baseball season from spring training all the way up until the post season. Like most sports movies, it has a predictable format, but the journey there is well worth the ride as we see early season struggles with this unique clash of styles not gelling whatsoever to all of a sudden the team eventually starting to click and gain momentum before having a one game playoff against their heated rival, the Yankees, to get into the ALCS in a thrilling final act of the film. Throw in a supplemental arc of Jake chasing down his old flame Lynn (Rene Russo) for some breathing room between all the heavy doses of baseball and it adds up to establishing one of the most tried and true formulas in sports films. I love how all the on-the-field action is shot as it not only captures well choreographed baseball, but also captures the unique characteristics and mannerisms from this bombastic roster. Hayes has his vintage batting stance swivel, Taylor taunts opponents behind the plate to throw them off their game, Pedro has his rituals in order to hit homers and overcome the dreaded curveball and Vaughn has his trademark frames and “Wild Thing” walk-on song. Combine all this with unforgettable commentary from the loveably quotable Harry Doyle (former ball player and hall-of-fame announcer Bob Uecker) in the press box. On top of that is a memorable original score that kicks in at all the right moments in montages and especially in the final game with powerful beats hitting at the precise moment in Jake Taylor’s pivotal at bat to close out the game!

Time flies as I cannot believe it has already been 30 years since the first film in the franchise just as I am still shocked MLB allowed an R-rated movie featuring its brand to make its way out into the public. Major League is filled with the players drinking and smoking in the clubhouse (and press box), dropping nonstop F-bombs and all other kinds of colorful language throughout. In the commentary David Ward stated he did this to originally capture the spirit of the players in the clubhouse, and regretted it after the fact when he was confronted by many people saying they wanted to take their kids to see it, but did not because of the language. I am guessing that is why the sequels dialed it down to a PG-13 rating. David Ward is joined by producer Chris Chesser on the commentary and the two are primarily subdued as they state after a few lulls that they were taken in again by watching the movie for the first time in many years. Lulls aside, the duo have a fair amount of production facts to share from Milwaukee being a great host city primarily filming in to having to reshoot the ending after the original failed in test screenings. The original twist ending is part of the rest of the fair amount of extras. There are three main behind-the-scenes features that make up most of the bonuses. Just a Bit Outside is a must-see 12 minute extra interviewing Bob Uecker on his evergreen quotes and how he landed the role. Major League Look at Major League is a 14 minute bonus interviewing MLB players on what the film meant to them and their favorite moments and lines and reflecting on how spot-on some of the movie is in actual baseball. Finally, My Kinda Team is the featured bonus clocking in at 23 minutes of cast and crew interviews nearly 20 years after the film released and reflecting on training for the film and many other fascinating anecdotes from the production. All three are recommended viewing for any Major League enthusiasts.

30 years later and Major League holds up splendidly! It and Field of Dreams came out within a year of each other and are likely the catalysts for many other fondly remembered baseball films that hit over the next several years like The Sandlot, Rookie of the Year, Little Big League, A League of Their Own, The Scout and naturally, Major League II. All these years later and Major League remains one of my all-time favorites and I can only give it the highest of recommendations! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed Deck the Halls Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hercules: Reborn Hitman Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Man of Steel Man on the Moon Marine 3-6 Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

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My 7th grade art class just finished making these Oaxacan Animal Sculptures. Here is how we did the project…

Objectives:

• Increase students’ awareness of South American art forms called alebrijes. • Gain appreciation for other cultures through observing sculptures of the Oaxaca, Mexico region. • Understand the traditional gender’s role in creating alebrijes. • Apply the use of visual rhythm through pattern. • Demonstrate proper techniques for sculpting 3D art forms with plaster wrap. • Demonstrate appropriate use of an armature to create 3D form.

Materials Needed:

Examples of Oaxacan animal carvings Alebrijes Sculptures

For Older students: Galenized Wire, newspaper or phone book papers or tin foil, Masking tape, Plaster gauze (class pack) or paper mache recipes, Acrylic Paint (Craft paint) or Tempera Paint

For Younger students: Model Magic, To Paint: Tempera or Acrylic Paints, Paint Brushes, Markers

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Oaxaca, pronounced wa-HAH-ka, is one of Mexico’s largest states and its folk art and traditions are among the richest. Oaxacan painted wood carvings have become a prized folk art.

They are created by the Zapotec Indians who live in the Oaxaca Valley, located in the southern part of Mexico.

The wood carving techniques and artistic capacity of the Zapotec Indians are legendary, honed over hundreds of generations. Each of the wooden sculptures are hand-carved from the wood of the Copal (or Copillo) tree. Each piece is hand-sanded and painted in bright and exciting motifs. Traditionally the men carve the forms, and the women paint them using very tiny paint brushes and sometimes-organic material such a pine needles.

These sculptural carvings are called Alebrijes.

From Wikipedia: Alebrijes (Spanish pronunciation: [aleˈβɾixes]) are brightly colored Mexican folk art sculptures of fantastical creatures. The first alebrijes, along with use of the term, originated with Pedro Linares. After dreaming the creatures while sick in the 1930s, he began to create what he saw in cardboard and papier mache.

Linares was originally from San Antonio Arrazola, Oaxaca, and on family visits, demonstrated his designs there. The Oaxaca valley area already had a history of carving animal and other types of figures from wood, and Linares’ designs were adapted to the carving of a local wood called copal. This adaptation was pioneered by Arrazola native Manuel Jiménez.

Oaxacan painted wood carvings are created by the Zapotec Indians who live in the Oaxaca Valley.

The wood carving techniques and artistic capacity of the Zapotec Indians are legendary, honed over hundreds of generations.

Each of the wooden sculptures are hand-carved from the wood of the Copal (or Copillo) tree.

It is a soft wood with uniform color. The soft wood is easier to carve.

The “copalillo” is a tree that grows in warm regions of Oaxaca.

Traditionally the men carve the forms (using subtractive sculpting techniques).

Artists use machetes for the initial cuts to form the basic size & shape of the animal, then move to smaller tools (knives & chisels) to refine the shape.

The women paint them using very tiny paint brushes and sometimes-organic material such a pine needles.

VIDEO: Bless the Beasts: Animal Woodcarvings from Oaxaca https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYCBaR8ZZl4

Each piece is hand-sanded and painted in bright and exciting motifs (patterns).

Visual Rhythm is created by repeating the elements of art.

An armature is the skeleton of your sculpture. It usually has a wire frame and then is covered in newspaper, aluminum foil or clay to give volume.

Resource: http://www.oaxacafinecarvings.com/index.html

Book: Miguel and the Amazing Alebrijes (Disney/Pixar Coco) Paperback

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Project: Oaxacan Animal Sculpture- Alebrijes

Assignment: Create a whimsical creature based on the Oaxacan Wood carvings. Your “creature” will have an armature (base) made from wire and foil or newspaper and masking tape. It will be covered with plaster wrap then painted a base coat of acrylic paint and finish designs (patterns) using paint and sharpies.

Size: The main body of your creature should be no more than 14” height or width (or larger if wings or horns are added), can be smaller but minimum of 8″.

Instructions:

Sketches

Study examples of Oaxacan animal sculptures. Observe the different types of animals, body styles, the colors and patterns used.

Research your animal & find 2 different points of view of the animal-front & side.

In your sketchbook, draw a draft of how your animal or creature will look from the front and the side (2 drawings). Think about colors and patterns you might use when you paint it. Draw a few ideas of patterns you might use in your sketchbook.

Once you have decided on your animal or creature, think about the different parts you will need to make it.

Armature

Start by building an armature of the creature.

Make an Armature: using wire & newspaper form the basic shape of the body, legs & head. Start by creating an armature of wire first, then give volume to the sculpture by forming the body around the wire with newspaper, phone book paper or aluminum foil. Tape with masking tape or wrap them with aluminum foil so the joints so they don’t move (as much).

Wrap the sculpture in masking tape.

After you have the basic shape, add features like noses, ears, spikes, etc. out of chip board or cardboard. Eyes can be small wads of paper or other small “found objects”. If you would like to add whimsical elements such as a horn, spikes on the back or tail, etc. do it at this time.

Plaster

Cut plaster gauze into 2-3 inch strips. Dip gauze in warm water & use your fingers to smooth it out. Plaster wrap the sculpture with 2 coats of plaster gauze.

Plaster must cure and dry for at least 24 hours.

Painting the Sculpture

Paint your animal or creature with ACRYLIC paint. (Tempera can be used, but will require a clear coat sealant)

Choose a color to paint the entire animal. Paint base colors first with acrylics. To speed the drying process so you can begin painting your patterns, use a blow dryer set to cool to dry. (It is important to set it to cool, as the heat will actually react with the plastic in the paint and it will not dry as fast and may separate or bubble).

Once the first layer of paint is dry, you can now start to add your brightly colored patterns to the animal. Have fun and use your imagination to come up with unique patterns. Use a sharpie for small black line details.

Student Artwork

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