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Ned Asleep Lockdown Morning    -   Peter Brown Hon, 2020.

British, b. 1967-

Oil on board,. 41 x 30 cm.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Epilogue

A/N: Now we can say goodbye to this series. This was such a treat to write. I’ll miss this series! Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Death by domestic fluff.

Word count: Just a bit over 1k.

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“Tony, not like that!”

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to start trusting your husband, Y/N.” Tony sighed, watching you hunch over to redo all of his work in your garden.

“Oh yeah? Say that to my peonies you killed last week.” you huffed, brushing hair out your way before staring pointedly at him, quieting any further arguments.

It was a sunny day at the lakehouse. Your house that Tony surprised you with right after you came back from your honeymoon.

It was away from the city, still close enough to commute to the Avengers compound. Surrounded by nature and all the calm and quiet you didn’t know you needed. A throwaway detail you never realized your husband picked up on. You’d mentioned to him once how it had been a dream of yours to have a house by a lake, a big garden where you could grow your favorite flowers and vegetables.

The man never ceased to surprise you.

“Mama!”

You heard your five year old cry before her tiny but urgent footsteps caught up to you two, her brown hair billowing in the breeze as held up a glass for you.

“We made you lemonade.” she explained with a proud grin, making you smile adoringly.

“Did you now? Thank you, my love.” You’d been wanting a drink to cool down anyway, stomach grumbling a little with hunger as you stood up. The sudden movement made your head spin a little as you stumbled, reaching out to hold Tony’s arm.

“Whoa. You okay, hon?” he rubbed your back, eyes full of worry.

“Yeah. Just a head rush. I’m fine.”

You took a big gulp of the drink, feeling better already before picking up your daughter and settling her on your hip, giving her a big kiss. You settled her on your lap as you sat on a wooden bench in your garden.

“Is it good, mama?” her big brown eyes that she’d inherited from her father bore into yours as she waited for an answer, giving you her biggest grins when you told her you loved it.

“Where’s my drink, little miss?” Tony asked as he gave Morgan a little tickle, causing her to squirm and giggle in your arms.

“You made the pretty pink flowers wither and die, Dada. No lemonade for you.”

You had to stifle a laugh watching Tony pull a face at his daughter. It was a delight watching the two of them interact. In more ways than one, Morgan had taken after Tony, but more often than not, you saw glimpses of yourself in her too.

“Wither and die? Why are you growing up so fast?” Tony shook his head at the both of you in faux exasperation.

Hearing Peter call her inside, she wiggled out of your grasp and ran back inside, leaving the two of you alone. Sighing, you put your feet up on the bench, leaning back and closing your eyes, letting out a groan as Tony gave you a quick foot massage. Baby Stark number two was still a long way but you were already exhausted.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me today.”

Back in the house, you could see Peter Parker and Morgan scuttling around in the kitchen, your daughter waving at you both from the window, making you chuckle.

“Seems only yesterday we brought that tiny little bundle home huh?”

You hummed in agreement, both of you recalling the day your daughter was born. It had been the longest fourteen hours of your life.

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“I swear to God I am never having sex with you, Tony Stark.” you glared at the man who was quite frankly terrified of you in the moment, watching you pace about the hospital room, wildly uncomfortable and irritated with everything.

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep, honey.” he did his best to calm you, rubbing your back gently as you stood gripping the back of a chair. Your contractions had been coming along steadily, each one worse than the last. The doctors had informed you hadn’t dilated the required amount yet, so there was still time for the baby to come.

This one was bad though, you felt like your stomach was being wound tight with hot iron bands, the pain came in waves, draining you of your energy. The nurse placed her hand on your belly, letting you know it was time before carrying you out to the delivery room in a wheelchair; while a panicked but excited Tony followed you right out.

“You’re doing so great, sweetheart. Keep pushing.” Tony winced in pain at your grip on his hand, kissing your sweaty, matted hair while you screamed in agony.

“I hate you, Anthony Edward Stark! You better run for your life when this baby comes out.” you gritted your teeth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you panted, resting back just for a moment before it was time to push again.

The doctors and him shared a sympathetic look, he was sure they’d heard it all and probably worse.

“I love you too, Y/N. Come on, time to meet our little girl now, yeah? Push.” he wiped your sweat away, encouraging you every step of the way, chuckling at the angry threats you threw at him.

One final push and she was out, you fell back against the chair in exhaustion, eyes closed before you felt a soft and warm tiny body placed on your chest, who was wailing angrily.

She had a mop of dark brown hair, red face contorted, tiny hands balled up in fists. The most beautiful baby girl. Your baby girl.

Wrapping her up in a little bundle, the nurses handed her to Tony, who looked down at her part in awe and part in disbelief, his eyes brimming with tears looking at his child opening her eyes that perfectly matched his for the first time.

A moment he’d never forget.

“Welcome to the world, baby Y/L/N Stark.” he whispered, bringing her over to you as more tears streamed down your face.

“We made her, Tony.” it felt like you could gaze at her forever, every little wiggle, every face twitch of hers left you awed.

“We did. I think it’s safe to say she’ll be getting her looks from her father.”

Typical Stark.

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Not Your Gwen Stacy pt.4

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Later that night, after spending some time outside, you finally made your way back into your apartment. You reached into your coat pocket, recalling the faint buzz you felt while swinging through the air with Spider-Man. With a shrug, you tossed off your jacket and placed it on the couch. Opening your new messages, you found one from your friend Betty Brant, whom you hadn't spoken to in a while due to her being sent away on business. She was one of your closest friends.

That's why you didn't hesitate to accept her offer to grab some coffee, which is how you ended up in a cozy booth, watching the rain cascade down the window and paying little attention to the passersby. The soft jazz playing in the background complemented the sound of rain hitting the pavement, and the coffee aroma filled you with a warm, nostalgic feeling.

Amidst the ambiance, you heard the tiny jingle of the bell above the door, signaling the arrival of another customer. You shifted your gaze away from the window and toward the source of the sound. In the doorway stood Betty Brant, exuding confidence. Heads turned as she entered the room, and she held her head high as she inhaled the scent of coffee. When her eyes met yours, her lips, stained with a shade of red, curved into a wide smile.

Her stylish bob haircut bounced as she confidently approached you, and you stood up from your seat to greet her with a warm hug. She exuded the fragrance of expensive perfume, and her high heels added a few extra inches to her height. You felt somewhat small compared to her, especially in your colorful windbreaker.

Betty removed her jacket and neatly placed it beside her when she took her seat. "I've missed you so much, Y/N. How have you been? I heard about what happened; are you alright?" Her chin rested in her hands, and her warm brown eyes remained fixed on yours.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "Uh... Yes, I'm okay. I've just been pretty lonely since you left." Betty let out a sigh and gently grabbed your hands. "Hon, I am so sorry I left on such short notice. You know how Jameson is." She squeezed your hands, wearing an apologetic expression. You reassured her, saying, "It's okay, Betty, really."

Curiosity sparked in Betty's eyes as she asked, "Does this mean you haven't met anyone new?"

You paused briefly, then continued, "Not exactly. Do you know Parker? Peter Parker? He works at the Bugle as a freelance photographer. I hadn't noticed him until we were assigned to work on a page in the New York Times together." You figured that since she had been working at the Daily Bugle longer than you, she might know who he was. Peter Parker still remained a bit of a mystery to you.

“Yeah, I think I know him. He's the scrawny kid with messy hair, right? Hey, he's kinda cute. What else have you guys been doing besides working on this project, huh?" Betty playfully wiggled her eyebrow, catching you off guard.

"Betty! I didn't even know this guy existed until a few days ago," you exclaimed, feeling a bit flustered. You looked down and began to stir your half-empty cup of coffee. "Besides, he's weirded out by me. He gets all shy and distant when I try to talk to him."

Betty leaned in and offered some reassurance, "Maybe he just isn't a people person. He'll come around." Deep down, you hoped she was right. You didn't want this project to be the only thing that kept the two of you connected.

"We'll see," you replied with a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

For the rest of the afternoon, you enjoyed catching up with Betty, sharing stories of what you'd both been up to during her absence. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city. Betty had to leave suddenly due to a phone call, and although she offered you a ride back to your apartment, you politely declined. The rain had stopped, and you didn't mind a short walk home.

As you strolled through the darkening streets, you couldn't shake the feeling of being followed. It intensified with the fading light. You pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the unease. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks and glanced behind you, but there was no one there. For a moment, you believed you were alone, until a grumbling noise from an adjacent alley told you otherwise. A disheveled homeless man emerged from the shadows, clutching a half-empty beer bottle. He downed the remainder of the bottle and carelessly tossed it, shattering it on the ground nearby.

You swallowed hard, feeling like you were stuck in a clichéd scenario: a homeless drunk guy approaching a girl in a dark alleyway. All that seemed to be missing was Spider-Man swooping in to save the day.

Just as the man was about to say something, he was yanked back into the alleyway with a thud. In his place stood the familiar figure in red and blue.

"We really gotta stop meeting like this," Spider-Man quipped, leaning casually against the brick wall with his arms folded. You rolled your eyes, staring at him for a moment in disbelief. "Maybe if you weren't following me..."

Spider-Man straightened up and dropped his arms to his sides, approaching you with a softer tone. "How did you know I was following you?"

"How else would you have gotten here so quickly?" you retorted.

He paused, chuckling. "I guess you're right."

Unbeknownst to either of you, you had closed the distance between you, and since he was taller, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. At this proximity, Peter could perfectly see the color of your eyes and the small details on your cheeks. The silence was starting to make him nervous, and he wasn't sure if it was because time felt like it was slowing down or the familiar feeling churning in his stomach.

"Can I walk you home?" Spider-Man asked.

"Sure."

"Why were you following me?" You inquired as the two of you began walking down the sidewalk. He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to make sure you got home okay."

As you looked up at the now-dark sky, it began to drizzle, and suddenly, this two-block walk felt like a twenty-mile run. "Okay, well, thank you." You finally reached your building after what felt like forever. The rain started to pick up, so you pulled your hood up, even though you knew it wouldn't help much. "For walking me and saving me from that weird drunk guy."

"You're welcome. I don't get much appreciation, so I appreciate you appreciating me." He smiled under his mask but stopped when he realized how silly that sounded. You just laughed and walked up the steps to your building. Before you slipped inside, you whispered, "Night, Spider-Man."

"Night."

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The next few days seemed to drag on for you. Due to the incident that occurred at the Daily Bugle, you had some unexpected time off while they repaired the office. As a bit of a workaholic who liked to keep busy, you decided to use this time to finish up the news column. While you were stuck at home working, you received frequent visits from Spider-Man himself. He chose to visit you rather than stalk you, something you greatly appreciated.

Each time he greeted you with a warm hello or a cheerful good morning, and you started to look forward to his visits. One day, as you sat down at your desk to continue working, someone suddenly slammed a newspaper in front of you. You looked up and saw Betty standing there, her red lips curved into a bright smile.

"Y/N, I read your column, and I just have to say it's beautiful."

"Thank you,"

"But she took a seat on the edge of your desk. 'You know Jameson; he's not gonna let this fly.'" You frowned, reflecting on how Jameson might react to your column. You had considered how he viewed Spider-Man as a menace, but then you thought about how Spider-Man had saved your life more than once, while Jameson had done nothing for you except yell at you and provide a paycheck.

"Well, he didn't tell me what not to write about. He just told me to write about Spider-Man," you explained, glancing at the front page of the paper that advertised your column with one of Peter's pictures.

Betty sighed, expressing her concern. "Yeah, but you're risking your job over some Spider guy, you know that, Y/N? You don't even know this guy."

"Yeah, and you don't know him either," you retorted. She rolled her eyes and got off your desk.

"Don't be so naive," she muttered before walking away. You couldn't help but scoff at her, staring daggers into the back of her head as she headed to the other end of the office and into the break room. Unbeknownst to you, Peter stood just out of view and had heard everything. You only realized he was behind you when he spoke up.

"Morning," Peter's voice was soft and gentle as he greeted you. Your scowl turned into a smile as you turned to face him. "Good morning, Peter." You picked up the newspaper and handed it over to him.

"I wanted you to be the first to read it, but I guess people got to it before you could," you explained. He took the paper and flipped to the page, but before he could start reading, he looked up at you. "Why me of all people?"

"Well, mostly because you are my partner... and I guess the other half is because I wanted your approval. I could care less about anyone else's opinion; yours seems to matter to me the most."

Peter didn't say anything, and his brown eyes scanned your face for any signs of deception. When he didn't find any, he sighed softly.

"Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot," Peter said, pulling up a chair and starting to read the newspaper.

As he read, you noticed his body becoming stiff, and he gripped the paper tightly as if someone were threatening to take it from him. You couldn't read his expression.

"Peter...?" you said almost inaudibly, starting to feel a little scared. You couldn't tell if he liked it or hated it.

“We have to be come greater then what we suffer. My wish for Spider-Man is to become hope people need that hope and if he fails what better way is there to live?”

Those words repeated in Peter's head, but instead of Y/N's voice, it was Gwen's. His eyes welled with tears as his throat tightened, making it hard to swallow. Somehow, Gwen's voice became softer and all too familiar.

"Peter, are you okay?" Y/N asked with genuine concern.

He blinked away his tears and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." Peter hid his grim emotions with a smile. "It's really amazing, Y/N. I'm sure Spider-Man would really appreciate this."

You could see the sadness he was trying to hide, and while you weren't sure why he was feeling this way, you respected his privacy. "You're welcome. It means a lot."

As Peter continued reading your column, you couldn't help but wonder what was troubling him, but you decided to let him share it when he was ready.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.5

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take one down // francisco jenkins (the night agent)

summary: its been six months since cisco was shot, and if he didn't have her by his side, he's not sure he ever would have made it out alive

pairing: francisco jenkins x female! reader

SPOILERS FOR THE NIGHT AGENT SEASON ONE!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FULL SEASON!!

author's note: justice for francisco!! all he wanted was to make a nice dinner for his tinder date, and now he's dead because he has a big heart and decided to help peter save the president.

he woke again, feeling the phantom pains of the bullet ripping through his skin, the disorientation of the airbag that had just been pressed up against his face.

francisco sat up slowly, listening to the hammering of his heart against his ribcage, trying to slow his breathing.

he was safe. president travers was safe. peter was safe.

the doctors had told him that if the bullet had been three millimeters to the left, he would have been laying on a cold metal slab in the morgue instead of the uncomfortable hospital bed, with ivs in his arms.

"cisco?" she mumbled quietly, the bed rustling next to him as she rolled over, rubbing at her eyes. "baby, did you have another panic attack?"

"it's nothing, y/n. just go back to sleep."

he wouldn't have made it through without her. they had been supposed to have dinner together that night. he had made a three course meal using a recipe he found on the food network, and he had shelled out more than fifty dollars on wine, because he didn't know what she liked.

and then peter fucking sutherland had knocked at his door, with rose larkin in tow. and because he was such a good person with a big heart, francisco rescheduled the date.

and then he got shot in a car chase, by a woman who looked like she let a toddler cut her hair. all because peter cried conspiracy.

peter had been right and now they were both national heroes, but that's semantics.

he had been so disoriented from the crash that happened just before, that he had moved too slowly, too sluggishly, pain ripping through his muscle and tissue as the bullet made a home in his shoulder.

it was by sheer luck that y/n had heard a radio report half an hour later about state trooper francisco jenkins, who had been shot in a car chase mid-911 call. and when he didn't pick up the phone, she jumped in an uber and tried four different hospitals before she finally found him, and they had spent their first date eating mary browns chicken in a hospital room after a surgeon dug a hunk of metal out of his skin.

"ssh, shh, baby, i'm right here." she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "you're safe, okay. nobody is going to shoot you. hold my hand, hon." she spoke calmly, kissing him on the cheek, paying close attention to the rise and fall of her lover's chest.

still breathing heavily, cisco reached out a shaky hand and pulled her into his side. he kissed the crown of her head, running his fingers along her skin to ground himself, trying not to let her see just how rattled the shooting had made him.

she was his rock. he hadn't asked her to stay by his side during the recovery process, she had made that choice for herself. she had been patient, caring and supportive, through the rehab and the media shitshow and the investigation.

he didn't know what he would have done without her.

he'd only just started going back to work, and the panic attacks had grown in frequency since he'd returned to the state trooper's office. there was always that fear that next time, he wasn't going to be so lucky.

"thank you for staying with me." he didn't recognize his own voice, the way that it wavered as he buried his face in her tangled hair. "i couldn't do this without you."

her heart swelled at her lover's admission. thought it had been painful to watch francisco recover from the shooting, it had been a labour of love. she had been sure she was in love with him before they even met, just from their conversations over tinder.

she smiled sadly, moving to straddle him, the hem of her oversized t-shirt riding up. "lay back down, baby."

"while you're on top of me?"

"francisco." she scolded. "lay. down."

rolling his eyes, the state trooper lay back down against the egyptian cotton sheets, the st. christopher pendant on his neck sliding across his skin from the movement, coming to rest just over the scar where the bullet had entered his shoulder.

y/n hummed contentedly, lowering her body so that she was resting against his bare chest, head nestled into ciscos neck as she pulled the comforter over their bodies. her shirt had ridden up over her calvins, cisco's hand moving to gently run along the expanse of her soft, warm skin

"i love you, francisco jenkins." she said gently, kissing the side of his neck. "and i'm always going to be here, yeah?"

cisco gripped her hand gently, craning his head to kiss her softly on the lips. "i love you more, y/n. i'm so glad that you've been with me through this."

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[madamlaydebug]

Okay Fam;

Are you ready to process THIS...? Well, I highly recommend that you take a 10 minute break to check this. I guarantee you will NOT be disappointed. This post is for the patient, die-hard researcher with an ADULT attention span... my kind of inquiring mind. If you have the attention span of a 3-year old, please move on to the nearest MacDonald's commercial or "Empire" episode. Thank you.

The following is excerpted from 'caribbean-fever-community.com'...

'RITA MARLEY MURDERED BOB MARLEY'

(by Bunny Wailer)

“...Who the hell is Rita? Anderson or Jarret, for Rita could never be Marley because Robert Marley’s mother Mrs. (Malcolm) Booker had already filed for Robert to be a citizen of the U.S.A prior Robert marrying Rita in 1964 respectively. Rita knowing this tricked Robert into marrying her 2 days before he left. His mother, Mrs. Malcolm Booker, was highly upset for her son Robert.

Rita and her brother Wesley Anderson were both born in Cuba to mother, Miss Cynthia Beda Jarret. Rita’s Father Mr. Leroy Anderson was a tenor sax player of Jamaica, then also living in Cuba, finally died in Jamaica on January 18th 1997 under the cruel administration of Rita his own daughter. Rita’s mother Cynthia Beda Jarrett passed away in Canada June 17th 2013, abandoned and not acknowledged by Rita as how she chose to abandon her own children, creating that dark abusive Jezebelic character the world has come to know!

On May 11th 1981, Bob Marley died from Radio Active Ash given to him by Rita. This drug was given to Rita by Lloyd Christopher Blackwell to commit murder. This in the facilitating environment of 1976-1980 when the CIA placed an unusually large station in Jamaica, destabilizing the Government of Michael Manley and his supporters through the music that would have had

‘The Wailers’/Bob Marley as a target.

It was again Rita on September 11th 1987 who again joined with Dennis “Leppo” Loban to kill Peter Tosh, Free I and Peter’s doctor along with injuring Carlton “Santa” Davis, Peter’s drummer, Marlene Brown and Free I’s wife respectively. This occurred as the pressure grew on her around the New York case, where she took from Don Taylor $30,000,000 U.S dollars of Robert Marley’s money and was tried and found guilty of fraud along with David Steinberg, Marvin Zolt and deceased Louis Byles respectively.

What would the motivation be? Contemporaneous Court documents and Companies Office Of Jamaica correspondences will show that this was the time 1986/87 when she was looking to cover up her fraud charges in the New York courts by assuming ownership of Tuff Gong Records Ltd., owned by Robert Marley, Peter Tosh and I, Hon. Bunny Wailer. Peter Tosh and Bunny Wailers, stood in the way of this as she was looking to be charged for fraudulent conversion in signing away Wailers rights and Tuff Gong Trademarks and accepting funds in millions of dollars from Lord Christopher Blackwell.

Was it again Rita who killed her own aunt Ms. Viola Anderson; stopping her aunt from giving her house to her nephew “Vision” respectively. Who the Hell is Rita? Could Rita be “Jezebel” reincarnated? Continually charged and protected by Don Taylor on tour with Robert Marley as the I-Threes, she was acknowledged as a known Kleptomaniac.

Was it Rita who again along with Blackwell, smuggled a precious stone from South Africa for the thrill seeking high of a Kleptomaniac? Was it Rita again who robbed the African brother from Ghana of his families’ Legacy causing him to commit suicide? Not content on Robbing The Wailers she and Blackwell built a $20,000,000 studio in Ghana, stealing the name ‘Studio One’ to pass off selling that classic catalog of The Wailers. This would have to have burned down to the ground as it had!

Was it Rita again who killed the Japanese warrior at the Nyabhingi center Scotts Pass, Clarendon because she was condemned by the Rastafari Community for putting the Red, Gold and Green Rug on the floor for her special guests to walk on? She would later bring bulldozers to intimidate the Rastafari Elders there.

Who the Hell is Rita?

I, Bunny Wailer, am going to make quite sure that Rita and her accomplice Lord Christopher Blackwell pay for their vicious crimes in the court of law. Sela!

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I am yours respectfully, Hon. Neville O. Livingston OJ, CD pka Bunny Wailer, JAH B. I am addressing your office regarding ‘The Wailers’ also consisting of the Late Hon. Robert Nesta Marley O.M., Hall Of Fame pka Bob and the Late Winston Hubert McIntosh O.M. pka Peter Tosh respectfully.

Three years prior 'The Wailers' career, Robert, Peter and I, Bunny didn't know Rita, as we were already a family of Father, Mother, Sons, Brothers, Sisters, Nieces, Nephews, Uncles; as we presently still are with the exception of Robert, Peter and Mother (Malcolm) Booker, killed by Rita and her accomplices, Lord Christopher Blackwell, Leppo and Dianne Jobson!

I am the survivor of ‘The Trinity’ ‘The Wailers’ from ‘Simmer Down’ on the Coxsone Studio One label up until ‘Catch A Fire’ and ‘Burnin’ albums on the Island Records Label respectively. The ending of ‘The Wailers’ catalog revealed Bunny Wailer to the international market place with the ‘Blackheart Man’ , ‘Protest’ and ‘Bunny Wailers Sings The Wailers’ albums in and around 1975-77 also on the Island Record label.

As Bunny Wailer, my involvement with Island Records officially governed and administrated by Lord Christopher Blackwell was only based on advances being paid by Island Records or Chris Blackwell regarding those three Bunny Wailer albums, and no royalties, up until presently herein 2013 respectively.

Since and around 1989 U.M.G. bought Island Records, and from then up until presently I, Bunny Wailer, have still not received any form of royalty payments or statements for all such albums from 1973 up until presently in 2013. I have also not received any payments regarding the sale and distribution of all the related albums from the manufacturing and distribution thereof.

Robert Nesta Marley in 1981 was pronounced dead by Radio Active Ash donated by the CIA to Lord Christopher Blackwell who passed the drug on to Rita who organized to put it in Robert’s food that killed him. In 1987 Rita again organized with parolee ‘Leppo’ along with Gangster ‘Yammie Yowie’ and his crew to go to Peter’s house where they killed Peter, Free I and Peter’s bush doctor injuring Peter’s drummer, Santa, Free I’s wife and Peter’s consort Marlene.

It was then afterwards, Robert’s mother Mrs. Malcolm Booker, who was the third killing, organized by Lord Christopher Blackwell and executed by Dianne Jobson killing Robert’s mother in her sleep. So between Rita, Blackwell and Dianne Jobson both Robert, Peter and Mrs (Malcolm) Booker were all killed by the organization and execution of all three accused murderers.

Now with these three killings, I, Bunny Wailer will be seeking Justice for and will never stop until all three killers are brought to Justice. And as for Robert’s $30,000,000 USD (thirty million dollars) that he Robert had left with Don Taylor for his children, that Rita somehow retrieved from Don Taylor, for this she along with David Steinberg, Marvin Zolt ad Louis Byles, who died during the USA court proceedings, were all tried and Robert Marley’s funds were retrieved and depleted by the USA Courts.

Neither of these three offenders and killers, Rita, Blackwell and Jobson have yet been penalized for these vicious crimes of murders and robbery, but I, Bunny Wailer, brother and son of these victims will be seeking the kind of Justice that will punish both Rita, Blackwell and Jobson for these their vicious crimes, done to my brothers and mother respectively. One member of these killings have already been imprisoned, ‘Leppo’, leaving three others to be charged and tried and convicted for their crimes by the Law and Justice.

If after Rita being tried in the USA for receiving from Don Taylor and denying Robert’s children, yet spending, Robert Marley’s $30,000,000 USD amongst murderers and crooks like David Steinberg, Marvin Zolt, Louis Byles; that only wanted her dead, how could Rita be involved in any of Robert Marley’s business when she Rita wasn’t even a Marley, because Mrs. Booker, Robert’s mother had already filed for him to be with her in the USA, prior Robert’s marriage to Rita.

Again in 1967-8 when Bunny was doing his false imprisonment of an 18 months sentence, his name was mentioned of being the father of Cedella, that could have caused the death of Rita and although Planno was suspected, it was a Rastafarian brethren named ‘Daggu’ who has been and still is Cedella’s father. Ask them both!

With this being the facts, why then isn’t Ziggy or Steve involved in the business surrounding Tuff Gong Records Ltd. instead of Cedella? Because Ziggy and Steve are sons of Robert Marley, while Cedella isn’t the daughter of Robert Marley, or Planno but of “Daggu”. Therefore if Rita has anything to do with Robert Marley, other than Ziggy and Steve, let this be seen because Rita is not a member of Tuff Gong Records Ltd. that is completely owned from start, and up until presently by Robert Nesta Marley O.M. and Hall Of Fame, Winston Hubert McIntosh O.M. and Neville ORiley Livingston OJ, CD and no one else.

These are just some very serious matters, that has to be accounted for surrounding ‘The Wailers’ and Tuff Gong Records Ltd. respectively.

It is quite obvious that Rita having killed two members of ‘The Wailers’ would be quite certain to try and do the same to the survivor ‘Bunny Wailer’. But let it be known and acknowledged that Rastafari guides and protects those who put their trust in H.I.M. and in only H.I.M. do I serve. I will not be afraid of the terror by night nor for the arrow that flieth by day nor the pestilence that trodeth in darkness nor for the destruction that wasteth at noon day, for a thousand shall fall at I side and tens of thousands at I right hand, for with I eyes shall I behold the reward of all evil doers! Sela!

Do you want to know what I, Bunny Wailer, think about Rita? Rita represents Jezebel, a known and noted demon mentioned of in the Holy Scriptures. What has become of Rita’s aunt, (Auntie) and father (Daddy) Roy Anderson, that Rita is supposed to be related to as Aunt and Father. When the demons were claiming my brother Robert Marley in his final flight to Jamiaca on the plane where he died and didn’t make it back to Jamaica alive, what was Rita doing, not to be by the side of ‘her man and King’ the great Robert Nesta Marley O.M. and Hall Of Fame, instead she Rita was killing her own aunt (Aunty) because Aunty wanted to give the house that she inherited and lived in to ‘Vision’ her nephew and Rita’s supposed cousin, that sung with The Soulettes and The Wailers in the 60’s respectively.

Why did Rita try to make the man that was supposed to be her father, Daddy Roy’ a talented tenor saxophonist of those era when Rita was yet a child to think before he died from frustrations and from Rita’s wicked and vicious neglect concerning the musical brother ‘Daddy Roy’ the father of Rita. Who the F_ _ K is Rita? Jezebel?

With Rita, Cedella and Blackwell celebrating Bob Marley’s documentary at the Emancipation Park on April 20th, 2012 and putting the colors of the Ethiopian Flag and colors of the rainbow on the ground, when all of the world’s tours that Rita has been a part of in Robert Marley’s name, hoisted the Red, Gold and Green, yet Rita and companions in celebrating Bob Marley, placed the colors Red, Gold and Green on the ground! If Bob is, or means that Robert isn’t, then who naturally is Marley? A member of The Wailers?

I, JAH Bunny Wailer is not here to fight against flesh and blood, but principalities and powers, rulers of the darkness, spiritual wickedness in high and low place! If Rita is or isn’t Jezebel, it doesn’t really matter, because Rita shall be Judged by Rastafari according to her works. Sela

These very serious information from I JAH B, Bunny Wailer to your office is to enlighten your awareness surrounding the tests, trials, crosses and tribulations of ‘The Wailers’ from 1963-4 up until presently in 2013 respectively. I do hope that you will not be misinformed to believe otherwise.

One Love, blessings and compliments of all seasons to you and your associates.

I Remain

Yours Raspactfully

Hon. Neville O. Livingston OJ, CD

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Rastafari Greetings And Compliments Of All Seasons Globally,

I am yours respectfully, Hon. Neville Oriley Livingston OJ, CD receiving keys to the cities of Miami, Dade County and Oakland California U.S.A., surviving member of The Wailers, ‘Bunny Wailer’ also consisting of Hon. Robert Nesta (Bob) Marley O.M. and Hall Of Fame and Hon. Winston Hubert McIntosh O.M. pka Peter Tosh respectively. I do here-in express the works of The Wailers informationally and the way and manner of how the related companies exploiting The Wailers have expressed themselves illegally and why. I have also declared the defense in prosecuting and incriminating the violators of the rights and justice of The Wailers, to be decided in the Courts of Justice in the legal aim and objective of recovering ‘hundreds of millions’ of Pound Sterling and US Dollars that is due to ‘The Wailers’.

I will also be asking the Justice of how my mother Mrs. Malcom Booker and brothers Robert and Peter were killed by the accused Lord Christopher Blackwell, Rita and Dianne Jobson and Leppo respectively. Let it be therefore be understood by all that are accused here-in that Justice shall prevail.

One Love and Compliments Of All Seasons To All Rastafarians governed under the might and power of Reggae Music declaring the Justice of JAH

Rastafari Sela!

The name “Jezebel” recurs in the book of Revelation where Jesus says this to His church, “I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess. By her teaching she misleads my servants into sexual immorality [whoring] and the eating of food sacrificed to idols. I have given her time to repent of her immorality, but she is unwilling. So I will cast her on a bed of suffering, and I will make those who commit adultery with her suffer intensely, unless they repent of her ways (Revelation 2:20-23).”

Then again later:

Revelation 17:1-2

1 And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials, and talked with me, saying unto me, Come hither; I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters:

2 With whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, and the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk with the wine of her fornication.

In Revelation, John writes about his vision of the last days. In his vision, he saw a great whore whose goal was to bring about the downfall of kings.

THE THREE KINGS

The Wailers consisting of Robert Nesta Marley, Winston Hubert McIntosh and I Neville Oriley Livingston entered into an agreement with Island Records Ltd. owned and administrated by Lord Christopher Blackwell. The said agreement was signed by Bob Marley, Peter McIntosh and Neville Livingston. It is therefore acknowledged that two of the three members of The Wailers did not sign their official signatures, yet the said agreement was administrated by Chris Blackwell after The Wailers had done the ‘Catch A Fire’ and ‘Burnin’ albums after receiving 4,000 Pounds Sterling from Chris Blackwell as an advance that was questionable, yet The Wailers delivered the first album ‘Catch A Fire’ and on touring and promoting the first album, The Wailers recorded the second album ‘Burnin’ respectively.

It was approximately two years later that I Bunny Wailer received only 6,000 Pounds Sterling from Chris Blackwell which related to royalties from both albums and there has never been any other royalties from both albums relating to those two Wailers albums up until presently. In 1975 Solomonic Productions entered into other agreements with Island Records Ltd. relating to the Blackheart Man, Protest and Bunny Wailer Sings The Wailers and receiving from Island advances of 45,000 Pounds Sterling for the first two albums and $100,000 USD dollars for the third album mentioned.

From that time in 1975-6 Bunny Wailer has not received any forms of royalty from Island Records then owned and administrated by Lord Christopher Blackwell prior him selling said company to UMG in 1999, that have done the same up until presently in 2013, approximately 38 years later.

From that time all three albums has sold millions of copies that have not been accounted for to Solomonic Productions by either Island Records, Lord Christopher Blackwell along with UMG respectively.

It is therefore understood by Solomonic Productions Ltd since then that the only thing to do was to sue both owners and authorities of Island Records Ltd. so as to get the justice for royalties earned from all there albums up until presently.

Solomonic Production Ltd. along with Bunny Wailer who is presently Hon. Neville Oriley Liivingston OJ CD along with receiving three keys to the cities of the US, will therefore be suing Island Records, Ltd., Lord Christopher Blackwell and UMG for hundreds of millions of dollars for the period of time they have both been distributing the related products. Let this therefore be acknowledged and understood by Blackwell, Island and UMG that seeking the Justice thereof will be the focus of Solomonic Productions Ltd. presently and futuristically.

THE WAILERS CONSPIRACY

PETER AND ROBERT SUFFERED INTENSELY

It is absolutely impossible to get anything positively done surrounding The Wailers having to do with the likes of Rita who after receiving thirty million USD ($30,000,000) from Don Taylor and after being directed by Bunny Wailer on behalf and in the best interest of Robert Nesta Marley’s children, refused to do as she was told by Bunny Wailer in that meeting, which further led to the court proceedings surrounding Robert Marley O.M. and the sums which her Rita had received from Don Taylor, leading up to her very serious court proceedings that almost sent her and her associates Zolt and Steinberg to prison.

DON TAYLOR

Though Rita and her associates were not imprisoned the sums that she had received from Don Taylor along with properties and other assets bought by Rita afterwards were judicially confiscated and up until presently, approximately thirty million USD ($30,000,000) and values have been confiscated by the USA respectively, with no clear understanding of the loss other than Robert Nesta Marley’s Estate had to be sold to Chris Blackwell for less than 1/3rd of this sum.

30 MILLION DOLLARS OF ROBERT MARLEY'S MONEY

It was after all those happenings surrounding Rita, that she again became the evidential witness for Chris Blackwell in the case against Island Records Ltd., Polygram and himself Chris Blackwell brought in Britain by Neville ORiley Livingston C.D. pka Bunny Wailer respectively seeking to defend Tuff Gong Records Ltd. and The Wailers recorded assets from being caught up in this highway robbery and collusion. This judicial encounter by one member of The Wailers on behalf of all three members of The Wailers against Blackwell and Island Records Ltd. did not in any way whatsoever involve Rita, therefore after escaping her first crime, relating to Robert Nesta Marley O.M.’s wealth, that actually belonged to Robert’s children and not Rita in any way or form, because Rita was long ago divorced by Robert Marley O.M. in 1968, she allowed herself to be used by Blackwell as a diversion in the case.

Instead of judicializing and convicting Rita, Bunny Wailer chose to cease from prolonging with the related judicial matters surrounding Chris Blackwell’s and Island Records Ltd. wrongs, that they still are therefore guilty of, based on Rita and Cedella’s disrespectful administration toward The Wailers in a Settlement Agreement which also includes Robert Nesta Marley O.M. pka Bob Marley, Winston Hubert McIntosh pka Peter Tosh respectively.

Chris & Cedella Planno'ing To Rob The Wailers

If having had a Settlement Agreement established in 1999 and signed by the affiliated parties, then why hasn’t this agreement been performed for the period of approximately thirteen (13) years after being signed by the respective parties? If that amount of time have been wasted and have passed without any performance surrounding The Wailers recordings and Intellectual Property that are affiliated in and under the settlement agreement signed by Bunny Wailer and Cedella, surrounding all related Wailers recordings mentioned and agreed to under said agreement, then what must there be done to protect The Wailers rights and interest in said agreement?

FALSE SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT

It must therefore be understood by Chris Blackwell, Rita Marley and Cedella that all business transactions surrounding Tuff Gong Records Ltd. administrated by them will therefore be taken over and administrated by the surviving shareholder of the related company, Neville ORiley Livingston C.D. pka Bunny Wailer on behalf of and in the best interest of Robert Nesta 'Bob' Marley O.M. and Winston Hubert McIntosh O.M. pka Peter Tosh respectively.

Based on these non performances, all-previous administrations done by Bunny Wailer, on behalf of The Wailers respectively, will be in no other form of Settlement other than Tuff Gong Records Ltd. becoming the sole and exclusively owned company of The Wailers respectively.

TUFF GONG RECORDS LTD. REINSTATED IN 2012

This must therefore be acknowledged and understood by Island Records Ltd. and U.M.G. respectively, that both The Wailers and their company Tuff Gong Records Ltd. will be the defensive method and measure for restoring all related rights to whom and where they belong respectively. It must also therefore be acknowledged and understood that all Wailers recordings and related compositions and rights will all be restored and returned to the musical legacy of The Wailers respectively and there will and must be no other situations surrounding the legal and legitimate rights to all related Wailers recordings respectively.

84 MILLION US DOLLARS + CURRENTLY OWED TO THE WAILERS UNDER SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT

Bunny Wailer is the only survivor of The Wailers along with Beverly Kelso and will therefore, on behalf of Robert Nesta Marley O.M., Winston Hubert McIntosh, Junior Braithwaite and adopted members Cherry Smith and Constantine Dream Walker, respectively be defending the rights and privileges of The Wailers in every way that is necessary to accomplish the benefit thereof. Bunny Wailer will therefore make quite sure and certain that every and all violators, which includes, Chris Blackwell, Rita, Cedella and Dianne Jobson, be quite aware that Bunny Wailer is quite sure that The Wailers rights and justice will and shall be realized now and futuristically.

BACKGROUND & MOTIVE

In The Wailers first encounter with Rita in and around 1965 after The Wailers had been established with hits like Simmer Down & Hurts To Be Alone, she was a woman that just had a girl child still on her breast, yet on the first time of her knowing The Wailers by them going to Coxone’s Studio where they had to pass her home, where she seemingly prostituted herself already with her having a baby, Sharon on her breast, which is later learned was one of Bunny Wailer’s childhood friend’s Brucie’s child instead of a member of twins whom she claimed she was pregnant for. She indulged Peter of The Wailers into her unholiness of actually having a sexual affair with him while she had Sharon as a suckling on her breast.

BABY ON BREAST

Peter at that time had just come to the city from where he was born in SavanaLaMar, a parish in Jamaica, where he was trained to be an electrical welder, the same as Robert was doing at South Camp Road along with Desmond Dekker respectively, prior along with Bunny Wailer, becoming members of The Wailers.

After Peter’s mistake of starting and ending a relationship with Rita, being a youth born in the country as also was Robert, who was then a ‘Nine Miles, St. Ann born youth as well, Rita after already having an unholy encounter with one member of The Wailers went ahead in having another relationship with Robert, still giving a mother’s treatment to Sharon her baby as well.

Sharon Daughter of Brucie And Rita

Robert on the other hand had during this time a relationship with Winnie who he knew before Rita, and continued that relationship. During a period with Rita trying to win Robert’s favor, she rode to Trench Town on two brand new bicycles with her cousin Vision, saying to Robert that the bicycles were sent by her dad along with new brand electric guitar which Aunty had put away, that had him going to her home to see it while claiming that it was hidden in her Aunt’s closet. After a period of time of Robert going to Rita to see the guitar, he was told by Rita’s cousin ‘Vision’ that no such guitar was there and that the bicycles weren’t theirs , Robert retreated from Rita.

ShotGun Wedding

With Coxone robbing The Wailers and Rita playing her filthy sexual game on both Peter and Robert, the members of The Wailers were surprised to learn from Robert that he had gotten married to Rita and without any other member of The Wailers present at the wedding, it was an unknown measure for The Wailers, as youths to have been experiencing.

SPOUSAL ABUSER

They somehow had lived along with Rita’s delusions that she was creating, using Robert as a means of practice by marrying him while he was then filed for by his mother Mrs. Booker for him to go to the USA, wherein Mrs. Malcom Booker didn’t know of the wickedness that her son Robert was experiencing from Clement Coxone Dodd nor the sudden marriage to Rita.

After going to the USA in February 1966, Robert later returned to Jamaica in and around November 1966, where he continued his career as a member of The Wailers, who were then Bunny, Peter and Vision/Dream from the Soulettes, an unsuccessful singing group along with Rita and Precious.

Soulettes

With Robert returning to Jamaica from the USA, The Wailers prolonged their already established singing career with ‘Bend Down Low’ and ‘Freedom Time’, beginning their own label Wail N Soul M that in later years became Tuff Gong Records Ltd. respectively.

On returning from the Richmond Farm Prison where Bunny Wailer did time for possession of Ganja starting in July 1967, after recording other hits such as ‘Nice Time’ ‘Hypocrites’, ‘Thank You Lord’ etc., he came back to civilization to see not only Sharon but also a very young baby, Cedella, born two months after Bunny Wailer was imprisoned in August 1967, bearing the name of Robert’s mother, which was being spoken of as being Bunny Wailer’s child, but wouldn’t the baby Cedella also have been Mortimo Planno’s child if she was neither Bunny’s nor Robert’s respectively? Or it could even be Daggu?

The point is that Cedella was not accepted as Robert's child, but was imposed under Jezebelic emotional confusion, which can be seen in Cedella's non-Marley behavior. At the same time Bunny Wailer came home to see the Wail N Soul M label in disrepair and its recorded assets holed up in Rita's Aunty's outside toilet. He restored the business, while babysitting Cedella with, Robert, Peter and Rita caught up in the cobweb of Mortimo Planno's introducing and incorporating them individually to the deadly scorpion pirate Danny Simms.

MARLEY BRUCIE PLANNO DUGGU FAMILY

Robert was very upset about Rita having this pregnancy that he rejected the birth of that child Cedella but somehow lived with Cedella becoming named Marley respectively. Therefore Rita now had two outside girl children, Sharon for Brucie and Cedella for Mortimo, Daggu etc., while she was then married to Robert, prior Ziggy and Steve Marley. Rita prolonged her evil and wickedness upon Robert by again becoming pregnant for another man named Ital Stewart within the marriage, with her Rita having a twelve fingers child for Ital Stewart, like Cedella Robert continued to live with Rita having this twelve fingers baby.

Ital Stewart Twelve Finger Mark

When Bunny Wailer learnt of Rita’s intention while living in Bull Bay, St. Thomas, of having an affair with Ital Stewart, he tried to encourage in him the reason and will for him Ital not to get sexually involved with Rita, but Rita proclaimed her destined plan, to involve Ital, because of her filthy reasons of wanting Ital based -on somehow him resembling Robert. Rita went further immediately after Robert’s passing to have another child, Syreeta, claiming it to be Ital Stewart’s child which is a lie, only Mackanuff (Bongo Mackie) from Bull Bay and Rita is quite conscious and aware of who the father is. His picture is now illegally featured on a new edition of the 'Burnin Album'.

ITAL STEWART'S TWELVE FINGER CHILD AND RITA

If Rita, after having a series of daughters that are not the children of Robert Nesta Marley O.M. namely, Sharon, Cedella and the two last girls which she claims that are belonging to Ital Stewart, then what must Ziggy and Steve do, so as to be quite certain and sure that they are sisters and brothers on the part of their mother, Rita, but not their father Robert respectively.

MOTHER, QUESTIONABLE FATHER AND DAUGHTER RITA, MORTIMO PLANNO, CEDELLA

Domestic abuse—defined as chronic mistreatment in marriage, families, dating and other intimate relationships —- can include emotionally abusive behavior. Psychological abuse does not always lead to physical abuse, but physical abuse in domestic relationships is nearly always preceded and accompanied by psychological abuse.[2][8] report that psychological aggression by one partner is the most reliable predictor of the other partner's likelihood of first exhibiting physical aggression.

With these kinds of unholy ‘Jezebelic’ performances by Rita in our The Wailers lives especially Robert’s, what could then be the outcome of these wicked performances and administrations of Rita, and also that of so called Planno’s daughter Cedella? These are the things that Bunny Wailer of The Wailers is addressing in the judicial court proceedings that will be entered into and defended futuristically. Therefore all administrations surrounding and relating to Robert Nesta Marley O.M. and Winston Hubert McIntosh’s O.M. rights under The Wailers will be defended by I, Bunny Wailer futuristically, so let it be therefore understood by all family members of The Wailers respectively, that this will, shall and must be accomplished accordingly.

RITA MARLEY MUSIC

PETER TOSH MURDERED 9-11-1987

Rita in later years killed Robert Nesta Marley O.M. pka celebrating Bob Marley with radioactive ash then organized and killed Winston Hubert McIntosh pka Peter Tosh using Leppo and making him also a victim of her, Rita’s circumstances.

FREE I DIXON MURDERED ALONGSIDE PETER TOSH

Leroy Gaston ‘Papa Roy’ Anderson, Rita’s dad, a very talented and popular Jamaican tenor saxophone player, went to cuba to play music and met up with a Cynthia 'Beda' Jarrett who turned out to be Rita’s mother, and getting her pregnant he left to the United States from Cuba, to prolong his musical career. After having the child Rita the mother brought her to Jamaica, to Aunty Viola Anderson Britton, Papa Roy’s sister’s house which is how Rita arrived in Jamaica. Papa Roy who hasn’t been even mentioned of in her writings, was also killed by his own daughter, Rita, in her vicious attitude of total disrespect also proved her hatred that she exhibited on her own seeming to be father whom she had put to work at Rita Marley Music after robbing the Robert Marley Estate of 30 Million dollars, moving everything from Tuff Gong at 56 Hope Road to Bell Road and renaming it Rita Marley Music, gave him, who was a musician all his years, some old sewing machines and put him in a corner to wither and die from disappointment.

FALSE PROPOGANDA ABOUT RITA'S DAD WHO PLAYS SAXAPHONE, MUST BE THE SAME IMAGINARY GUITAR THAT TRICKED ROBERT INTO THE MARRIAGE!

Then afterwards it was Aunty Vie's turn to die,

COULD THIS BE AUNTY VIE? when Aunty made an open statement to Rita of her giving her home to ‘Vision’, Rita’s male cousin, that also sang with ‘The Soulettes’

VISION IN THE SOULETTES and ‘The Wailers’ on ‘Let Him Go’ , ‘What Am I To Do’, ‘Dancing Shoes’ etc. as also the famous single “I’ve Got To Go Back Home’ led by Bob Andy respectively on the Studio One record label respectively.

Rita, in the very moment of Robert Marley dying, killed her own Aunt so as not to be present at her supposedly husband’s side, when he died from her Rita’s wickedness of using radioactive ash, given to her by Christopher Blackwell that killed my brother Robert Nesta Marley O.M.

RADIOACTIVE ASH

This as Rita always carrying out dirty deeds for Chris Blackwell was recently caught smuggling a Blue Diamond in her vagina and picked up by Customs Xray camera and which he paid millions of dollars to buy out the charge and where they both cannot return to South Africa.

HON. NEVILLE ORILEY LIVINGSTON OJ, CD pka BUNNY WAILERS TESTIMONY

Shouldn’t it be revealed that I Bunny Wailer after knowing so much would not make it known to the world, of these very important facts, surrounding the things and people mentioned herein.

What then should be the righteous judgment surrounding the vicious and fatal performances on Robert and Peter respectively, two brothers with whom she Rita, had had sexual and other relationships and children along with? And Robert's mother Mrs. Malcolm Booker who was also killed by Chris Blackwell and Dianne Jobson respectively!

Based on these circumstances surrounding The Wailers respectively, including Robert and Peter, I Bunny Wailer will and shall be responsible for implementing the necessary corrections surrounding and putting the recorded works of The Wailers in the appropriate and righteous manner that should, will and must be beneficial to its official family members of Hon. Robert Nesta Marley O.M. pka celebrating Bob Marley, Hon. Winston Hubert McIntosh pka Peter Tosh and Hon. Neville ORiley Livingston O.J., C.D. pka Bunny Wailer respectively.

MURDER CO-CONSPIRATORS

Rita, Chris Blackwell and Dianne Jobson on the other hand will be justifiably paying for their evil and vicious crimes that they all have committed to and on The Wailers respectively.

CEDELLA BOOKER AND SONS ROBERT AND RICHARDMRS. MALCOM BOOKER IN USA WITH RITA - BUNNY WAILERS FATHER WHO PAID FOR RITA'S TRIP AND SCHOOLING

I, Hon. Neville ORiley Livingston OJ, CD pka Bunny Wailer have now grown to understand the evil and wickedness that you Rita along with Chris Blackwell and Dianne Jobson have inflicted upon my brothers and mother, Mrs. Malcolm Booker and along with Robert’s mother, Mrs. Malcom Booker respectively, and I am very serious in defending and getting justice for them with every will, consciousness and legal measure that will be available and necessary to convict all three of you as guilty participants for these vicious murders, where you will be tried and convicted for these evil crimes, here, there and everywhere. I Hon. Neville ORiley Livingston OJ, CD pka Bunny Wailer will choose to get the justice that we The Wailers all deserve.

You Rita and also your accomplices Chris Blackwell and Dianne Jobson respectively, have not yet been charged for these vicious and wicked crimes of murders in Babylon but you will.

CRIMES AND VICTIMS OF JEZEBEL SUSPECTED MURDERS OF...

1. AUNTY – SUPPOSEDLY THE AUNT OF JEZEBEL

2. DADDY ROY ANDERSON – SUPPOSEDLY THE FATHER OF JEZEBEL

3. ROBERT NESTA MARLEY – SUPPOSEDLY THE HUSBAND OF JEZEBEL

4. WINSTON HUBERT MCINTOSH – SUPPOSEDLY LOVER, BROTHER AND FRIEND OF JEZEBEL

5. FREE I – QUESTIONABLE SHOCK OF MURDER

6. PETER TOSH’S DOCTOR – QUESTIONABLE SHOCK OF MURDER

7. PETER TOSH’S DRUMMER – QUESTIONABLE SHOCK OF MURDER

8. PETER TOSH’S FEMALE RELATIONSHIP – QUESTIONABLE SHOCK OF SERIOUS INJURY

9. FREE I’S EMPRESS – QUESTIONABLE SHOCK OF SERIOUS INJURY

PLUS ROBERT MARLEY’S MOTHER – MRS. MALCOM BOOKER MURDERED

Bunny Wailer, survivor of The Wailers must and shall avenge my brothers Robert Nesta Marley O.M. and Hall Of Fame, Winston Hubert McIntosh OM pka Peter Tosh and my mother Mrs. Malcolm Booker respectively, along with Free I and Peter’s medicine man for murder and also along with Santa, Free I’s wife and Marlene respectively, who are suffering from gunshot wounds to their heads and structure. The judgment of Law, Order and Justice must prevail, and none of the mentioned offenders and killers shall escape the wrath, judgment and justice thereof. Therefore Rita, Chris Blackwell, Dianne Jobson and convict Leppo must and shall be accountable for all of the above-mentioned crimes of murder and injury done to my family and friends respectively. None of these killers shall escape the wrath and judgment of JAH Rastafari, Selah!!!!

Through the Might and Power of The Holy Trinity, Haile Selassie 1, Jah Rastafari (Sela) Rita, Lord Christopher Blackwell and Dianne Jobson have already been judged and tried and found guilty in the Righteous Court of Law

(Sela)

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Wow...! Whether true or not, the testimony of ANY one giving THIS much detail HAS to be at least considered plausible until proven differently.

You be the judge Fam.

All things done in the dark come unerringly to Light in due time.

Dr. Phillip (Sunnu) Valentine

800.847.1291

http://www.kemetaphysics.org

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[winter-spiders]

Thinking about tom said that Mackie is terrible in golf :

So peter and sam went to play golf together but it ended up in another way maybe

YES! (This ended up being longer than what i expected it to be- oops)

SpiderFalcon! (Tom!Peter Parker x Sam Wilson)

:-Tags-: Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Sam Wilson, (kinda) Coercion, NOT underage, Minimal knowledge of Golf

Also on ao3

Okay, so maybe agreeing to golf with Sam was more fun than Peter would have assumed. He was very surprised about how much he enjoyed this.

He'd gone golfing with quite a few people, his dads (Tony and Rhodey), Big Pete (Starlord), and even Mr. Fury at one point! He loved Golf, he had always assumed that Sam just didn't like golfing until he invited the younger out.

Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't invited to hang out with Sam. I mean, Peter's crush was glaringly obvious to almost everyone on the team (his dads included!) But nevertheless, he was stuck here, on a public golfing course with the object of this affection, maybe playing a bit dumb so Sam can keep going right behind him to show him how to swing the club correctly, also so Sam would bend over to put the ball in the tee and Peter getting an eyeful of Sams very nice ass. 

Hey, don't blame him! Sam has a very nice ass, ask literally anyone who has spent any amount of time with him! Don't get Peter started on the wonderful thing he knows Sam is packing in the front! Peter could spend hours ogling the man in front (or I guess, behind) him, and he wouldn't get bored. His school laptop background is a selfie of him and Sam together for godssake! 

Back to the fuckery that was happening in this very public Golf Course. Heres Sam with his perfect muscles and Pretty face with brown eyes you could melt into and- Peter stops to get ahold of himself. Of course right when Peter is trying to make sure his face isn't bright red is the exact moment Sam needs to turn and ask if he needed help swinging again. 

"You need help swinging your club this time, hon?" Sam said with a slight smirk on his face again. Damn you Sam for throwing in the nickname and making Peters already bright red face even redder. 

Peter stutters out a quick "I don't think I got the hang of it yet, can you help me again, Birdie?" And with that, Sam seats himself right behind Peter again, guiding his hands to hold onto the club correctly (as if he didn't know before), and helping him swing at the ball on the ground. Unfortunately, it lands in the little forest next to the course.

Then Sam quietly leans in closer to the youngers ear and quietly whispers "I know you can play, baby. Your pops talks about it all the time, I think you want me to help you with something else besides your swing." He stops whispering and carefully leans closer to kiss the youngers cheek before leaning away and grabbing Peter's hand to lead him the where the ball landed, though Peter was definitely not complaining about it. 

Sam carefully makes sure to hide both of them behind a big tree before looking around to see if any other patrons saw them heading there, there were a few civies around, but no one noticed them leaving. Then Sam pushes Peter up against the tress and kisses him, Peter's mind is all jumbled up, Sam, CAPTAIN AMERICA is kissing him! Then Peter licks at the lips connected to his, feeling the smirk on Sam's face before the older tongue invaded his mouth.

Peter's hands start wondering the older body while their tounges dance together, feeling his strong arms and his built torso, before his hands land on Americas Ass™, groping it softly, feeling Sam grunt into his mouth before his hands slowly start feeling him up too. Hands all over his body, everywhere, it's no wonder Peter got so excited so quickly.  

It wasn't long before Sam pulls away for air, before leaning forward and asking "So how far are you okay with going, baby? If you wanna stop now, I'd be okay with that" Sam says quickly before leaning down to nip at Peter's jaw. Peter lets out a moan before breathing out "All the way, Please, Sammy, need you, need you now"  and with that, Sam's hands move to the front of Peter's Jeans, slowly unbuttoning them before opening them fully before turning Peter around to press his face against the rough bark of the tree. 

Sam lets go of the younger to reveal his own hard-on before taking his hand and moving it in front of Peter's face, "Get these nice and wet, huh? I can't keep going until I stretch you out, baby." Peter let out a quick 'okay' before sucking the older fingers into his mouth, letting his saliva cover the fingers before Sam was pulling them out and moving them between Peter's peachy cheeks (lol). 

"Last chance, little spider, You still want this? Im okay with stopping if you want to" Sam says, making sure Peter was actually comfortable with going all the way outside, in a little forest, inside a public golf course. "I swear if you stop right now I wi-" Sam cuts Peter off by carefully inserting one finger in, slowly moving the digit in and out, curling it before slowly adding a second. 

Peter moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out by the older man's fingers. When Sam added the third and final finger, Peter was close to cumming already, too worked up and making himself grinding against the rough tree while thrusting his hips back onto Sam's masterful fingers. 

Soon Sam feels Peter clenching tightly around his fingers, he moves his other hand to wrap around the youngers cock, stroking in time with the thrusting of his fingers. "You gonna cum? It's alright, let it out, baby, let that pretty cock spill, huh?" Sam says as he curls his fingers to prob at the bundle of nerves in the brunette's hole. Peter lets out a moan "fuck- Sammy im- I'm gonn-gonna cum!" Peter yells out before spraying his load all over the tree and Sam's hand. 

"Think you're ready for the real thing baby?" Sam says, not slowing his hand on the youngers cock until Peter pushes it off. "Please, fuck- Need you, now, Sammy- Please" Peter moans out, Sam carefully pulls his fingers out and reaches up to spit into his palm and moves to stroke and cover his own painfully hard cock with his spit. 

"Please- fuck. Sam, please fuck me!" Peter squealed out, waiting for Sam to finally push past his tight rim. "You really need this, don't you, Baby? I don't have to fuck you, you're the one who needs this." Sam said against Peter's ear, feeling the hole with up with the tip of his cock. "You still sure you want this, baby? I can stop if you want me to." Sam said, the underside of his cock resting in the crack of his ass. 

"I swear Sam if you ask me if I want you to stop again I wi-" Peter was once again cut off by the feeling of Sam spitting directly onto his hole before pressing the blunt head in, slowing to a stop once the mushroom tip was fully inside. "You want more baby? Can you take a lil more?" Sam panted into the brunette's ear, Peter can hear the strain in the older man's voice, probably not wanting to stop, but only stopped for his sake. 

"Please Sir, I can take it! Please give me more! Need it so badly, Sir-" Sam seems to really love cutting Peter off mid-sentence because once again, Sma cuts him off by pushing in, only halfway this time. Peter lets out a sultry moan as Sam continues pushing into him until Peter can feel Sam's balls resting against his plush ass. Peter moans out, finally being able to feel the full weight of the olders' cock inside of him. 

"Fuck- oh god you're huge" Peter pants out, pressing his face into the rough tree surface again, Sam breathes out a laugh, pressing his hips forward as much as he can, pulling Peter's hips back towards him. "You like that? You like feeling all 9 inches of Captain America's cock inside you, baby-" Sam lets go of his hip with one hand and grabs Peter's hair, pulling it back so Peter's cheek is pressing against Sams "-You love how this feels, huh?" Sam turns to press a kiss to the corner of Peter's mouth as he started thrusting at a fast pace into the tight heat of Peter's hole.

"Oh god! Ah, please, faster,  Sir please! Harde-" Sam cuts him off again by pushing his head against the tree in front of them and griping his shoulder to make his thrusts as hard as he can, thrusting faster at the same time. "You like this you little slut? Like having my cock in here? Yeah you do" Sam slams his hips harder while talking. 

"god you’re re-arranging my guts- fu-fuck-" Sam reangles his hips, finding Peter's bundle of nerves before thrusting even faster. "There! oh god rig- right there! Fuck sir, keep going- Im so close ah!" Peter screams out, Making Sam smirk an he slows his thrusts a bit, but making them hit harder. 

"Fuck, is the little spider close? Is the baby gonna cum again soon? Fuck yeah you are-" He sees Peter reaching his hand towards his cock. "No-" Sam grabs the youngers hand and pins it to his back. "You're gonna cum on my cock or you're not gonna cum at all, got it, Baby?"  Sam reaches around to play with the youngers nipples while his brutal thrusts are getting faster. 

Sam feels Peter clench, tightening around his cock before Peter moans out while orgasming. Sam speeds up, making his thrusts less brutal, only focusing on his own orgasm. "Fuck, please don't st- stop oh god" Peter moans out, enjoying the overstimulation. 

Sam slows his thrusts even more, he's so close but wants to feel Peter fall apart around him again. He reaches down and starts stroking Peter dripping wet cock, making Peter clench again form the stimulation, "Cum again, honey, c'mon let me feel that little hole squeeze me again. Peter goes still again, his orgasm shoots out once more. 

Sam lets out a satisfied grunt before cumming into Peter, Peter moaning at the sensation. "You're uh, not gonna get pregnant because of the spider DNA thing, right?" Sam says with a breathy laugh. Peter moans as he pulls out before letting out a giggle of his own "uh, not unless your sperm is radioactive like mine?" 

Peter slowly leans down to pull up his shorts and boxers that ended up around his knees. Sam carefully pulls his own up aswell. 

"I uh-" Peter looks away, blush apparent on his cheeks, "I wouldn't mind if this happened again, maybe not outside next time though..." Sam lets ut a laugh before nodding "Maybe outside wasn't the best place for our first time, how about i take you out to my favorite diner, and after, maybe we can end up at my place in D.C.?"  

"I'd love that, i cant wait." Peter smiles as Sam leads him back to the golf course. "It's a date, then, lets get you back home before your dads notice youre gone for too long" 

"Oh god, how am i gonna explain these" Peter points to his jaw where Sam was marking earlier "I think nat left some makeup in my car, i think it'll match you pretty good until they heal" 

Couldnt sleep, enjoy my smut <3 !

#winter-spiders #spiderfalcon #peter parker #sam x peter

[normanthedove]

WHY HARVEY JENKINS MD., CRIMINAL CASE MUST BE DISMISSED: PETER "THE GREAT PETE," PISCHKE, THE HAPPY WARRIOR PODCAST: OKLAHOMA CHRONIC PAIN PATIENTS FIGHT BACK TO CHANGE PAIN LAWS

WHY HARVEY JENKINS MD., CRIMINAL CASE MUST BE DISMISSED: PETER “THE GREAT PETE,” PISCHKE, THE HAPPY WARRIOR PODCAST: OKLAHOMA CHRONIC PAIN PATIENTS FIGHT BACK TO CHANGE PAIN LAWS

BY NORMAN J CLEMENT RPH., DDS, NORMAN L.CLEMENT PHARM-TECH, MALACHI F. MACKANDAL PHARMD, BELINDA BROWN-PARKER, IN THE SPIRIT OF JOSEPH SOLVO ESQ., INC.T. SPIRIT OF REV. C.T. VIVIAN, JELANI ZIMBABWE CLEMENT, BS., MBA., IN THE SPIRIT OF THE HON. PATRICE LUMUMBA, IN THE SPIRIT OF ERLIN CLEMENT SR., WALTER F. WRENN III., MD., JULIE KILLINGWORTH, LESLY POMPY MD., CHRISTOPHER RUSSO, MD., NANCY…

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[abdulaziz2023]

مكتبة سكوير 1 ، لوحة بعنوان (الباحث في المكتبة) - للرسام الإنجليزي بيتر براون هون.

The Square Library 1, The Scholar in the Library - Peter Brown Hon

#بيتر براون هون #لوحة #الرسام #إنجلترا #peter brown hon

[loyalyalostuff]

#art #room #interior #peter brown hon #1960s

[storytimewithanonwriter]

A Night to Remember

Hello all! This is my first time posting something I have written!! The idea popped in my head and I figured why not write. Now here we are!! ❤️-K

Warning: blood, violence, and fluff ,alcohol mentioned, pet names for the reader: Honey, Hon, lovie, love,and Bug probably miss something lol

TASM!Peter x femalereader 

“There had to be a good reason Peter missed tonight, honey. Don’t sweat it.” Nellie said as she sat down on the couch in your shared dressing room. You huffed and continued packing up your things. “What if he is cheating? I mean it would make sense. He has been acting funny for some time. I just don’t know why he would choose to fuck with me tonight?”

“Have you seen the way that man looks at you? Huh? Like you hung the damn moon! You love him. He loves you. Just take a breath and come out to celebrate with us! The cast is going to the bar up the street.”

Nellie was right. Peter did look at you like you hung the moon and probably the stars as well. You two had been dating for about 3 years now. You met just after he returned from Peter 1’s universe.

“I’m auditioning for the part of Ann … no that was this morning... Hello! I’m auditioning for the role of … of! Shit! This is the last time I book 6 auditions in one day. “ You were running down a busy New Your side walking talking to yourself. “Think. Breathe. You got this. “ You were heading your 5th audition that day. Not paying attention you ran straight into a man with brown fluffy hair holding a camera. “ Oh my, I’m so sorry! I'm in a rush and I’m not paying attention. I’m heading to an audition. My feet are killing me… You don’t care about any of this. I'm sorry.” You start to walk off totally embarrassed. “Hey! Wait you dropped your book!” You heard and turn back around to find the man standing there holding your audition book. “ You might need this at your audition.” He said handing it to you. “ You literally just safe me! Thank you so much! “ you grab the book and smiled “ I'm Peter …” he smiled holding out his hand. You shook his hand and told him your name. “ So, would you like some company? I feel like you need to let off some steam. You literally ran into me and just started word vomiting. “ “ Listen, it’s been a long day. I’m just trying to make it in this crazy world we live in” “ you can say that again.” Peter walked you to your audition and waited for you to get done.

And the rest was history….

You never made it to your 6th audition that day, but you didn’t mind. You dated 6 months before Peter told you he was Spider-Man. He finally ran out of excuses, and he showed up bloodied and bruised at your place. After that, you begged Peter to move in. You worried about him getting hurt and needing someone to take care of him. But Peter waited and moved into your place on your first anniversary. “ Hon, are you in there? I think I lost you for a second.” Nellie asked as you came back to reality. “ Yeah, I was just thinking about everything you said…. Maybe I do need a drink. “ You said as you packed away your phone and headed out the door.

…

Peter knew he fucked up as soon as he enter the wear-house. He had been set up. He wasn’t going to go he knew how important tonight was. He had plans of his own to make it even more special. He was on his way to May’s to pick up the ring when he hear the cries. He slipped into an ally and quickly reappear donning his suit. He began to swing in the direction of the cries. He tracked it to the wear-house and now here we are.

“ Spider-Man. We meet again. “

Peter knew that voice all too well.

“Harry.”

“ Awww. My good pal Peter Parker remembers me. How sweet.” He taunted as he cut Peter off.

“ How did you escape and what do you want from me?”

“Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter. No how have you been or nice to see you?”

“Look ….Harry …. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried to make a cure. But it just didn’t work. I want to help you .”

“ Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Always trying to help. But, I don’t need poor Peter Parker’s help. But I do need something .”

“ Then what the hell do you want? “

“ revenge. I have been locked away for a long time all because of you. I thought it was time for me to have some fresh air.” Harry spat

That’s when Peter realized that they were not alone.

Springing into action, Peter shot webs at Harry trying to subdue him so he could figure out the severity of the situation. He wasn’t paying attention. A man came up behind Peter, the man picked Peter up and threw him across the room. And with that, a fight ensued. Peter would defeat one opponent and another one would appear. He felt like he was fighting for hours. Some men had weapons and some just their fists. All while Harry watched on. Just as Peter finishes fighting the last opponent that appeared, he hears a slow clap followed by laughing.

“ oh, poor little Peter Parker. You look so tired, yet the fighting has just begun. “

Harry‘s glider appeared and he mounted it. Peter and Harry began to battle. All the while, Peter was thinking about how pissed you were going to be at him. Harry and Peter kept throwing punch after punch. Peter realized that this was not going to end if they kept fighting like this. Peter begins looking around trying to find something to help him. Then, he spotted a loose beam. He quickly shot a web retreating the beam from above. The beam came crashing down on Harry. The fight was done. It was over.

Peter took a step back to catch his breath.

Then Peter felt it. A sharp stab to the right calf and then a pull. Peter looked down to find a crushed Harry with a grin on his face. And one word “ revenge” rolled off of Harry’s lip as he took a labored breath and passed out.

Peter knew he was fucked the moment he walked into the wear house

….

“ All I’m saying is if my man didn’t show up!?! Whoof! The man would be toast.” Mike was passing out drinks as you told your sorrows. “ And the worst part is I haven’t heard from him at all. I’m worried. It is not like him to not call. I usually get a reason or explanation.” Nellie smiled and squeezed your hand as tears rolled down your face. “ Hon, let’s not talk let’s drink! Ok?” Mike said with a grin. “ I… I needed to go home. I’m worried sick and I can’t even think. I’m sorry y’all. I don’t mean to be a buzz kill!” You start to leave the table. “ just text us when you hear something, Honey.” “ of course, Nel.” And you exited quickly heading towards home. You checked your phone to see if anyone posted anything about anything Spider-Man-related. Nothing. You called May and she knew nothing. She said that Peter called to say he was coming to get a package, but he never showed. All of the anger you had vanished. Something was wrong.

This wasn’t right.

…

Peter was in excruciating pain. He couldn’t see straight. He could barely get himself out of the building. He began his long trek home. Yes, May’s was closer but needed to see you. He couldn’t imagine how you were feeling. He made his way to the side of a build to prop himself up. He pulled out his burner phone. Shattered. “ Fuck” His heart sank. He couldn’t even call to tell you what happened. He knew he had missed your show completely at this point. All he could think about is the day you got the call.

“ Yes? Ok! That's wonderful. “

You were jumping up and down.

Peter was very confused and intrigued. “ Lovie? Are you ok? “

“ thank you see you soon.” You say as you hung up the phone.

You ran over to Peter and hugged him.

“PETE!! You are looking at a Broadway leading lady!!!!AHHHH!! I got a call! I’m going in as a replacement for Babe in Crimes of the Heart!!! “

“ That’s amazing my love! We have to celebrate “

“ Of course!! Let’s call May! She needs to know! And my mom! And Grace! I am just so excited I could yell it from every rooftop in New York!!

Peter laughed “ I mean can if you want I can put on my suit and…”

“ My sweet Pete, you know how I feel about swinging! Thank you for the offer though. Oh! Please clear your schedule for the first Friday of next month!”

“Alright my love. I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Those words rang through his head. He had to keep going. He had to explain to you what happened. He began to swing home, but he was losing so much blood. He was in mid-swing when he lost consciousness and landed in a tree. Peter came too and a few minutes later. The tree help cushion his landing, but it also caused more scrapes and bruises. He had to keep pushing on. He had to see you. He had to fix this. He began to swing again. In the distance, He saw your apartment. Just a little farther. He could make it. You would be there and everything would be ok. But, no lights were on. You must be out still. He swung up to the balcony. He just needed to rest his eyes for a minute he thought. Just one minute…

…

You made it home and enter your shared apartment. “ Peter. I swear to god. If you are just sleeping I’m going to. we’ll I don’t know but it not gonna be good. I’m so fucking worried about you and I ...” You were running the apartment rambling as you looked in each room for him to no avail. You open your window to see if he happens to be there. You gasped. There he was. Battered, bloodied, and bruised. He was unconscious. You have seen Peter in pretty bad shape but… this was bad. You quickly got him inside. You had a system at this point. 3 years of being Spider-man’s girl and you knew what to do. Most of the time…. This however was bad. You looked him over finding cut after, cut and finally a stab wound in the calf. The wound was so deep; you knew he needed more help than you could give him. You had options A. Call May, but Peter would be pissed B. Do it yourself and pray your boyfriend doesn’t die in front of you. C. Go to the hospital, but then you would have to explain what happened and you don’t know what happened. Or D. Call Grace. Grace was your best friend and also happened to be a nurse studying to become a doctor. You knew you could trust her. You were like sisters. So, you called her,

“ Hello, my Broadway star! You were great I still can’t get …”

“ Grace”

“What’s wrong?”

“ Grace, I need you to come to mine and Pete’s. He umm well I will explain when you get here to bring your Med kit ok? “

“I’m on my way”

…

10 minutes is all it took for Grace to get there You did all you could do. Cleaned up some of his cuts and scrapes, stitched a few minor injuries and now you were waiting. He hadn’t woken up. It never took him this long to wake up. He should be awake. This was killing you. You heard a knock, so you went and opened the door. Grace walked and looked at the figure on the couch. Then look over the room to find Peter’s discarded suit next to him on the floor “ Holy shit, Peter fucking Parker is Spider-Man. It makes sense, now!? All the excuses and bruises over the past 3 years. You are dating Spider-Man. Spider-Man is bleeding out on your couch. Fuck! Peter !! Your Peter is bleeding out on your couch! Here come to help me.“ she got to work. Stitching, cleaning, repairing and you became the assistant. It took what felt like hours to mend Peter’s broken body.

“ Honey, I did all I can without taking him in. What the fuck happened?”

“ I … I don’t know. He didn’t show up tonight. You know that. You were there. I went out with the cast, but I left. I was worried. something just felt off… I came home to find him out on the balcony. Gracie, I have never seen him this bad. I have been patching him up for almost 3 years… I …I thank you for everything. I can’t lose him. I can’t …. you broke down sobbing.

“I know, love. It’s ok. I’m here. I’m so sorry. “

You two sat embraced for a while “ Honey, I am gonna go get some meds and more bandages from my just in case stuff at home. He is gonna need some heavy pain pills. But, I can stay with you and maybe see if Jake can drop something by on his way to work. I can meet him downstairs, tell him something stupid. You know for a doctor he is not that smart, but I love him. ”

“ No, it’s fine . I’m just going to sit and wait. I will see you when you get back. “

….

3 am. You looked over at the clock on the wall. It had been 3 hours since you found Peter. Called Nellie explaining that Peter was in an accident and that was why he didn’t show. You called the stage manager and told them your partner had an accident and you would be out for a few days. They completely understood and wish him a fast recovery. And now you were waiting. Grace returned with meds and bandages for Peter. She brought you some coffee. Grace started getting settled in. She was staying in the guest room. No argument allowed. She needed to monitor Peter, and you needed her for moral support. You waited and waited. Watching the rise and fall of Peter’s chest. You were almost asleep when he began to stir. He groaned in pain and his eyes started to flutter open.

“Ummmmm…Ouch.”

“Peter, hey baby. Hey, try not to move. Yeah, Ouch is right?!? You need to stay still. You got banged up pretty bad. I need you to stay still ok, love?”

When Peter spoke, his voice was so weak you almost didn’t recognize it. “ Bug, I … I’m. I’m so …sorry. I missed … I missed …. I …made …it home. I tried….I had …to see ….you. I…I …”

“Hey, we will talk when you are feeling better. Please, rest your body where you can heal. I love you.”

With a mumbled, “ I. I love you too” Peter was out again.

You honestly don’t even think he was fully conscious in the first place. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding on to. Now that you heard his voice you can rest. You stretched out on the floor next to Peter.

….

When Peter started to wake up, the first thing he noticed is that he was no longer on the balcony. He woke up on the couch of your apartment. He tried to sit up but groaned in pain. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Grace walked by into the kitchen to grab some ice along with water and meds to hand to Peter. “ Here, you need this .”

“ uhh, thank you. Where is my bug? And why are you here Grace? I mean you always are here but …”

“ Your bug is on the floor asleep next to you. She hasn’t left your side in hours, Pete. I’m pretty sure she only fell asleep because she cried so much. You woke up for a few minutes around 3 am, but you were delirious. But after she heard your voice, she calmed down enough to rest. Peter, what the fuck were you doing?”

“I was …I “ Peter started but Grace cut him off.

“You got messed up bad. You needed to go to the hospital. Shit, you probably still need to go. But, She called me because Spider-Man can go to hospitals. And now I’m here. And you! I’m so pissed!! FUCKING Spider-Man!?!? Y’all kept this from me!? “

“ I mean to be fair I didn’t her on purpose. I was injured and…”

“ Oh, so this happens a lot.”

“ no, not like this. I uh need to sit up can you help me. I need to see the damage.”

“ I will help you up and do you one better. You, my friend, have a total of 5 deep cuts with stitches, 1 stab wound, for a total of 175 stitches, 4 broken ribs, and your calf Is fucked. Your hand looks like shit, so it broke as well. I would need to see an X-ray to confirm. Oh and probably a concussion”

“ I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“ you should, you lost enough blood to kill you. I have no idea how you are alive but, you need to stay alive because you see the girl right there.” pointing to you. “She needs you. She loves you. You stay alive for her.”

“ I know. Um …Grace, Can you do something for me?

….

“Peter?” You said groggily as you woke up on the floor covered with your favorite blanket and your pillow was placed under your head. Sitting up you see Peter awake and sitting up. The color has returned to him and he looks a lot more like the Pete you fell in love with. “Peter!” You were crying again, but this time happy tears. Hugging him tightly, but not too tight.

“ Bug, I’m so so sorry I miss your show. I was on my …”

“ Pete, it’s ok. I’m just … you’re ok. I was so fucking worried. I can’t lose you. “ you are sobbing.

“Baby, come here. “ Peter said opening up his arms. You crawled up into his arms and sobbed. “ You are never going to lose me, my love. I will always make it home to you.” He held you close, even though it was painful. He needed to hold you as much as you needed him to hold you.

You two stayed like this for a long time. Whispering sweet I love yous to each other. Not wanting to let go. You only broke away from Peter when you heard a knock at the door.

“ I don’t want to go get it. I want to stay here in your arms. “

“ I will be here when you get back …. Go get the door.”

You got up begrudgingly and made your way to the door. Opening the door to find a dozen of your favorite flowers and a box from your favorite cupcake bakery.

“ huh, that’s funny.” You said entering the living room with the flowers and cupcakes.

“ what is it, love?”

“ Someone left Flowers and cupcakes on our doorstep. “

“No card?”

“ Nope. I guess I will open the box? Maybe there is something on the inside.”

“Maybe?”

This was it. This may not be the way Peter had originally planned on proposing, but I will be just as special. … hopefully.

As you open the box you look to find a ring placed on a top center cupcake.

“Oh my god. Peter. This is a joke. Pete, you are joking.”

“ No, love I’m not joking. I would get down on one knee but uhm …anyway. I had this big plan. I was going to propose right after your show yesterday. At the park where we met, there were candles, musicians, and flowers. It was magical. I was on the way to get the ring from May and I heard crying. I had investigated. I couldn’t just leave it, but it was a trap. Harry had escaped and had this whole elaborate plan. The only way out was to… was to…umm ….The last thing he did was stab my leg. It was bad and the only thing I could think about was getting home to you.”

“ Pete ..”

“ Love, I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my light. My stars and moon. I had to make it more to you. I will always make home to you. Bug, will you do the honor of marrying me?”

You were sobbing. You hoped that this day would come, but a few hours before this you were very doubtful.

“ Do … I … have …to put …the ring on… myself?” You managed to get out in between sobbing.

“ Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you!”

“Yeah?” Peter says in between kisses.

“I love you, Pete.”

#andrew garfield x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spider man fanfiction

[huariqueje]

Bedroom, 7am January   -  Peter Brown Hon , 2022.

British, b. 1967-

Oil on canvas ,  16 x 12 in.    41 x 30 cm. 

#Peter Brown Hon #british artist #bedroom interior #7 a.m.

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Hi, dear writer, i'm going to request faster bc i'm feeling shy for no reason, I would like a Peter Parker x male reader where the reader has the power of change his shape, something like Raven of x-men yk, may the reader is sent to have an eye on Peter in the school, making sure that he isn't in problems or anything, he is starting to have those feeling's that make him take extra care of Peter and wants to ignore them but at eventually he just let them out bc Peter find his secret and thinks that he's just a joke or a mission, I hope this isn't messy abd sorry if it is, have a nice day!!

A/N: Hey hon thank you for the request, I appreciate it! You never have to be anxious about sending them in I promise, I hope you like it!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter Parker x male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Lying, angst, cussing, arguing, semi fluff, making up

Word count: 888

Y/n didn’t know how he had let it get this far. He’d been working with Tony for about a year after being discovered as a mutant and the man had given him a rather odd mission.

To follow his protegee around school, keep him out of trouble, but don’t get involved with your mark. It was an unspoken rule of missions damn it!

At first it hadn’t been that hard, Peter Parker was the opposite of Spider-man. He was quiet, nerdy, and for fucks sake he got bullied. Y/n had put a stop to that with a few well-placed punches. (After shifting his form of course, so he wouldn’t get kicked out of school)

Peter had been much happier after that, coming out of his shell and Y/n couldn’t help but want to know the arachnid more. He’d gone through so much yet was kindhearted and just wanted to bring good into this world.

He was an enigma to say the least, a puzzle no one had quite pieced together, yet Y/n was determined to be the one to figure him out.

He got closer to the doe eyed boy, befriended him. He made sure he didn’t do any stupid shit or put himself on the line during school hours, hung out with him after school, did projects together, and soon they were blossoming into friends.

Y/n had never really had friends before, and he clung to that feeling like a pathetic child, blooming under Peter’s praise and direction.

Soon the platonic feelings he felt for Peter shifted towards romantic, he wanted to protect him constantly, in and outside of the Spider-man suit.

He knew Peter could protect himself, but his heart felt like it was being sucked into a blackhole every time the boy came to school with bruises or bags under his eyes from his tight schedule.

The H/c haired boy was in love with Peter, full heartedly. He refused to tell Tony, not sure if the man would draw him out of school, or what other shit he may do. It was one of his many dirty little secrets.

It was meant to stay that way, but all secrets come out he supposed.

Peter had been antsy all day with Y/n, being short with him and seemingly irritated by his presence, Y/n had assumed something happened with May or patrol, so he didn’t push.

As soon as the pair had arrived back at Peter and May’s shared apartment the arachnid had practically pounced on him, beautiful brown eyes burning with a mix of betrayal and fury.

“Pete! What the fuck are you doing?” Y/n cried out, trying to push the other boy off, only to realize he was using his super strength. Shit.

Peter’s eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glassy from unshed tears.

“When were you going to tell me, Mr. Stark sent you to watch after me?” He questioned, voice cracking as he spoke.

Y/n’s throat felt like it was closing up, his heart seizing with panic as he searched Peter’s face.

“How did you know?” He asked stupidly, chest rising and falling unevenly.

Peter let out a scoff, shaking his head as he released Y/n, turning away from the boy. “I saw a text he sent you yesterday asking for an update on me.” He replied coldly, arms crossing defensively over his chest.

Y/n sniffed before standing up ungracefully.

“I was planning on telling you.” He said honestly, taking a step towards his friend.

“Was this all a mission? I thought you were my friend!” Peter whipped his head towards the other teenager, throwing his hands up.

“No! At first it was, but then I got to know you, and you became my best friend, my only friend. Pete, I care about you, the only reason I didn’t tell Tony is because I was scared, he would send me away.” Y/n defended himself, already feeling defeated.

He’d made a friend, found a man he was stupidly in love with, and now he was going to lose him because he had lied. God, he felt like such a Fucking idiot.

Peter stayed silent, staring at Y/n with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n sighed softly, bowing his head in shame.

“I love you, okay? I can’t bare the idea of being away from you, so I kept it my dirty little secret, if I told you then you’d send me away, and if I told Tony about my feelings, he’d send me away. It’s a lose lose.”

Y/n closed his E/c eyes, refusing to cry about this. He sniffed indignantly, his chest tightening painfully.

Peter bit his bottom lip before he stepped forward, resting a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“No more secrets.” He said seriously, causing Y/n’s eyes to shoot open.

“And I need some time to figure out my feelings, until then I just wanna be friends. Can you do that?” He asked, and Y/n could’ve dropped to his knees and thanked any God out there.

“Yes!” He blurted out. “Yeah, I can do that Petey.” His voice was laced with relief as he looked at Peter, for once not having the urge to run away from his problems.

#marvel #avengers #mcu #Peter parker #spiderman #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers x male reader #mcu x male reader #mcu x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #Spiderman x reader #spiderman x male reader

[spideyssunshine]

24,29,33 with Peter? Him getting blindfolded 😎

blindfolded

18+ (sub!peter 😲) x fem! reader

summary: (Y/N) decided to spice things up on Peters birthday

prompt 24: birthday sex

prompt 29: “I’m gonna cum so hard.”

prompt 33: using a blindfold for the first time

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You had done everything for Peter's birthday. Even rented out a hotel romney for the special occasion. “Gonna treat you so well tonight.” You cooed crawling on top of him. His large muscles guided you straight on him, and you started to grind on his crotch.

“Was thinking we can try something new for the occasion.” You whispered into his ears. His arms hair stood up, very intrigued by your statement. He nodded, as you pulled a blindfold out of your back pocket. His soft eyes widened as you chuckled.

“Only if you want to hon.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek, and he quickly nodded. “Let’s do it. I-I mean the putting on the blindfold. Not that I don’t want to do it, I was just referring to the-“

You cut him off by pressing a goofy kiss to his lips. “You're such a dork. You giggled lifting the blindfold up to his face. “Hey you're the one putting a sexual blindfold on me.” He joked, making you laugh again. “Oh hush up you.” You giggled kissing him again.

You seated yourself in his lap again, and pushed him against the bed. “Feisty.” He mumbled, and you smiled against his lips. Your hand started traveling down his torso and to the waistband of his jeans. You pulled a few times at it, and you heard Peter whimper. You finally pulled them all the way down, and got off of him to remove them completely.

You took the jeans completely off of his legs and started to focus on his briefs. You palmed him a few times, making him loudly groan. “P-please baby.” He whispered, and you complied, freeing his hard cock to slap up onto his stomach- the top already leaking with pre-cum.

You crawled in between his legs, spreading them more apart. You spat onto his length, making him let out a shaky breath. You slowly moved your hand up and down, leaving Peter in a mess of whimpers. Finally- after what Peter felt like an eternity, you used your mouth. He groaned once again, as you started to move up and down with your tongue faster and faster.

The excitement and anticipation was killing Peter, and him not being able to see anything didn’t make it any better. You used your hand in what you couldn’t fit, and started to suck your cheeks in. Peter felt this, and knew he was about to cum.

“Fuck I-I’m gonna cum so h-hard.” He moaned out, as you removed your hand to deepthroat him to the best of your ability. “That’s it- cough- baby. Cum for me.” You started to feel like you were choking, but you put it aside. Besides, Peter was too close to an orgasm and you were dying to see him fall apart from your touch.

Within seconds, white liquid came shooting out of Peter's pink cock, and all over his toned abs. His breath was shallow as he reached for your hand. “(Y/N), he breathed heavily, reaching out at the air.

“Uhh Peter, I’m over here.” You giggled, as his sense followed your voice. “Oh my god.” He chuckled, as you burst out laughing. “Maybe a blindfold just isn’t for you.” You laughed taking the piece of fabric off of him to reveal his baby browns.

“Hey I thought it was hot.” He smirked, as you kissed him once again.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker blurb #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine

[goddessofmischief]

Masterlist

Series

Blue Monday - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Series)

Blue Monday: the Playlist

Blue Monday: Aesthetic

Chapter One: Welcome to the T.V.A.

Chapter Two: Advanced Time Travel Theory

Chapter Three: First Times Are Everything

Chapter Four: Ladies and Gentlemen

Chapter Five: Deux Chaotique

Chapter Six: Blood and Blade

Chapter Seven: Sunset and Sunrise

Chapter Eight: Jaws

Chapter Nine: D.B. Cooper

Chapter Ten: 

Chapter Eleven: Asgard

Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader (Series)

(This is an ongoing storyline. I’ve got thousands of drafts on this and I’ll be filling in the blanks of the series as I go.)

Driver’s Ed

Maybe // Steve doesn’t think he's good enough for you.

Prom Queen // Steve’s jealous at prom.

Ask Me Anything // You and Steve think you know everything about each other.

Grown-Ups // Steve worries about you leaving for college.

Homecoming // You come home to Hawkins, and home to Steve.

All and Then Most of You - Peter Maximoff x Reader (+Alex Summers Love Triangle)

Alex Summers x Reader Playlist

Origin Story // Reader joins the X-Men and meets Alex Summers.

Detention // Peter causes Reader to get detention.

Detention, Part 2 // Peter admits his feelings to Reader.

Noah, Part 1

Noah, Part 2

Noah, Part 3

Noah, Part 4

Noah, Part 5

Noah, Part 6

Sorry // Reader admits to Xavier who Noah’s father is.

And I Didn’t Like the Ending - the Mandalorian x Reader (Series)

Jedi Scum

I Love You

Just Tired

Excuse Me?

Because I Love You

And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 1

And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 2

One-Shots

the Mandalorian/Din Djarin (the Mandalorian)

Cya’rika

Sabacc

Brown Eyes

Wounded

Goodbyes

Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Afternoons in the Common Room

Advice

Boyfriend

He Loves You

Sirius Black Dating a Shy Hufflepuff Reader Would Include...

Daylight

Being Sirius Black’s Wife/Girlfriend Would Include...

Back to Black

Bo-Katan (the Mandalorian)

Off My Shoulders

Partners

Partners, Part 2

Hold On

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Always Something There to Remind Me

Good Morning

Runaways

Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)

Memory // Loki helps Witch!Reader uncover a memory.

Lovely // Loki and Witch!Reader brew a potion.

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Stay // Natasha surprises you.

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Team Up

Team Up, Part 2

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel)

I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend // Wanda confesses her feelings for you.

Meet the Parents // You take Wanda home for dinner with your parents.

My Superhero Girlfriend // Wanda fights for you during the battle against Thanos.

Witches of Westview // During ‘WandaVision’, you and Wanda hold a disastrous barbecue.

Catch Your Death // During ‘WandaVision’, Wanda cheers you up when you get sick.

Pietro/Peter Maximoff (Marvel)

Didn’t See That Coming // You and Pietro train.

There Was Only One Bed

I Win // You and Peter spar.

Tee Shirt // You and Pietro wake up together.

Whenever You’re Ready // Peter comes out as bisexual.

Home // During ‘WandaVision’, you see Pietro again.

Home, Part 2

Home, Part 3

the Maximoffs // During ‘WandaVision’, you and Pietro find yourselves living an idyllic sitcom life.

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Insult to Injury

Hey Hon

Fair Weather

My Best Girl

My Best Girl, Part 2

Rescue Me

Kiss Me Goodbye

Who’s Guarding Hades?

Who’s Guarding Hades? Part 2

John Walker (Marvel)

Hesitate

Billie Logan (Bill and Ted Face the Music)

Weddings and Funerals // You and Billie meet at Deacon’s wedding.

Excellent

the Girl Next Door

Put Your Records On

the Louvre

Happiest Season

Stay-In Days

Janey

Bloodsuckers - Vampire AU

Huntress/Helena Bertinelli (Birds of Prey)

Fun House

Home

Benny Watts (the Queen’s Gambit)

Pretty

I Love You

the Artist

Love Letter

#jules new masterlist! #jules masterlist #masterlist #jules writes #loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki #billie logan #billie logan x reader #loki disney+ #loki imagine #din djarin x reader #bill and ted #bill and ted face the music #bill and ted's excellent adventure #bridgette lundy paine #bridgette lundy paine x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #huntress #huntress x reader #helena bertinelli x reader #helena bertinelli #helena bertinelli x soft reader #helena bertinelli imagine #wizarding world #mary elizabeth winstead #marauders x reader #the mandalorian x reader #stranger things

[griefbacon]

Gremlins (1984)

A few Presents

Mogwai x reader

Warnings: none

“You got me a present?”, I stared at my dad, raising a brow. He shuffled and licked his lips,”yeah, I know I haven’t got you a present in awhile-“, “two years, dad”. He shuffled awkwardly,”just- open it, okay?”. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the present from his hands.

I walked over to the couch, plopping down on it. I tore the red wrapping paper, finding an old brown box underneath. I unlatched it, pulling the top off the box. A little creature popped it’s head out, holding onto the side of the box with three fingers. “Oh my god- can I hold it?”, dad nodded and I picked it up gently, cradling it in my arms. “What is it?”, dad grinned,”he’s a Mogwai, he’s from china- or some where around there”.

I looked at the little creature, it peered up at me, blinking, I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face,”I love him, what’s his name?”. I gently traced my fingers on his face, he leaned into my touch. “His names Gizmo- or it could be something else, if you want-“, I cut him off,”no, I like Gizmo, it suits him”.

“Alright, before you do anything with him, he came with some rules, so listen up”. I looked up at dad, listening intently,”Number 1, no bright lights, especially the sun, it could kill him. Number 2, absolutely no water, I don’t know why, but just no water. And number 3, don’t feed him after midnight, it’ll give him a stomach ache- or something”.

I nodded,”I got it, thanks dad”. He smiled,”well I gotta go to work kiddo, have fun, and follow the rules”, I nodded again,”bye dad”, he opened the door and left. “So little guy, what do you wanna do?”.

I held Gizmo in my arms as he watched me cook,”alright big guy, taste test this for me”, I held the spoon up to his lips and he ate it quickly, smacking his lips while looking around, pondering. “Is it good bud?”, he nodded and let out a noise similar to ‘mm hm”.

I heard a knock at the door,”stay here and watch the food Giz, yell if it starts to burn”. I heard an ‘okay’ noise as I walked to the door, opening it,”oh, hey Pete, you got the tree?”, I helped him carry it inside. “Yeah, thanks”, I gazed at him,”what’s with the stupid outfit?”, I walked back towards the kitchen to check on Gizmo as I heard him shrug it off.

“Old man’s making me wear it to sell trees, it sucks”, I laughed a bit, Gizmo was stirring the pot,”thanks buddy”, I took over stirring again and heard Pete walk in. “What’s that thing?”, he walked over to Gizmo, sticking his hand out to him. “He’s a mogwai, his names Gizmo”, Pete let his head. “He’s cute- um, can I have some water? I’m thirsty”, I nodded. “Go for it Pete”, I turned my attention to the stew I was cooking, trusting Pete.

“You want some water bud?”, I stopped,” Pete don’t-“, I heard Gizmo scream. “Oh my god! Peter! What the hell?!?”, “I’m sorry!”. Gizmo rolled off the counter, I caught him, grabbing a towel to try and get the water off of his skin and fur. “Oh my god Giz, I’m sorry honey”, little fluffs of fur started to burst out of his back, I ignored it, too busy trying to help Gizmo.

Gizmo finally settled, I picked him up and into my arms, cradling him close to my chest,”oh bud, I’m sorry hon”, I rubbed his head,”uhm- Y/n?”.

I turned my attention to Pete, then to where he was looking, little mogwais started forming from the fluff. “Oh my god-“, they looked just like Gizmo. I sat Gizmo on the counter, kneeling down to the new mogwais heights. I heard Pete rush out the door with a quick ‘bye, sorry’.

They peered up at me,”hello”, I stuck my hand out to them gently, the one with the striped grabbed my finger, inspecting it,”I bet you guys are hungry, huh? Good thing I was already cooking”, I picked them all up slowly and sat them on the table, along with Gizmo. I grabbed some small bowls and filled them, handing them all a spoon.

“Alright, be careful, it’s hot”, I placed the soup in front of them. The striped one stuck his hand in the food and jumped back, a little ‘hot!’ came from him. I grabbed a towel and got the soup off of his hand. “Like this”, I picked up the spoon full of soup and blew on it, reaching to to his mouth when I deemed it cooled down. He opened his mouth and ate it,”there we go”. I handed him the spoon and he did as I showed him, along with the other mogwais,”I’m gonna call you Stripe”, I thought out loud, Stripe just shook his head a little, sipping on his soup.

“Okay, there we go”, I had tucked them all into bed. Gizmo watched from on top of my bed, snuggling in the covers. “Okay, night guys”, I turned the light out, kissing them all on the forehead. I snuggled into bed, holding Gizmo close.

Might do a part 2, depends if people want it/ if I feel like it

#gremlins #gremlins 1984 #gizmo #gremlin hours #gremlins gizmo #gizmo 1984 #1984 #horror #horror movies #old horror

[debutart]

Debut Art is proud to announce we are now representing artist Nicky Ackland-Snow!

Nicky is a collage artist based in Wiltshire, United Kingdom.

Professional qualifications: First Class BA (Hons) Graphic Design & Illustration / PGCE Current clients include:                BBC Homes & Antiques Magazine / Bridgewater Books / Collins & Brown / Cox & Cox / Dorling Kindersley Publishing / DBP Publishing / Elle Decoration / Glastonbury Festival / Ivy Press / KCGB for Holstein Pils / Lawyer 2 B Magazine / Longman’s Books / Marie Claire Magazine / Metro Newspaper / MTV / New Scientist Magazine / Pan Macmillan Books / Quarto Books /  Quiet Storm Ad Agency / Serpent’s Tail Books / Sony Columbia Records / The Art Group for MTV / The Big Issue / Vintage Books / Atlanta Magazine / Bloomberg Press / Boston Globe / Chicago Tribune / Computer World / CIO / Communications / Family PC Magazine / Good Housekeeping Magazine / Hemisphere Magazine / Lawyer Magazine / MS Magazine /     National Law Journal / New York Times / Sales and Marketing Magazine / Science & Technology Magazine / Technology Review / The Voice / Time Magazine Asia / Wall Street Journal / Washington Post / Women’s Journal Festival art clients include: The Hub stage at Glastonbury (1995) / Shindig (2014/2015) / Womad (2004) Her work has been featured in the following fine art exhibitions: ART IN BOXES · (1991/2 and 1993/4). ‘England & Co’ London, Nottingham Castle Museum; COLLAGE SHOW · (1993). ‘England & Co’ London; SURREALISM 35-95 · ‘England & Co’ London; TEN · ‘Fouts & Fowler’ London; WINTER EXHIBITION / TREADWELL’S ART MILL · (1994) ‘Goetz Gallery, Basle, Switzerland; THE NEW LOS ANGELES ART FAIR / TREADWELL’S · (1994) ‘Universal Studios’ Hollywood; LONDON CONTEMPORARY ART FAIR / TREADWELL’S · (1996)  London; THE PETER BLAKE COLLECTIONS EXHIBITION - Tate Modern (2005) Installations include:  WATERSTONES BOOKSELLERS · Bath (1993); ANGEL BAR AND RESTAURANT · Islington, London (1995); BATH LIONS artists – Summer (2010)

Production Line include: 'Nicky Snow' - gift and prints (2008 - 2012). Shortlisted for  Ideal Homes 'Gift of the Year' (2010) Authorship include: FLY-THE ART OF THE CLUB FLYER 1996 · Published by Thames & Hudson, London and Watson Guptill, New York. Achieved status of 2nd best selling design book in UK 1997. Awards include: Ozzie Gold Award for Design and Illustration (2004) Press Appearances include:  BBC Homes & Antiques  / Creative Review / Computer Arts / Elle Decoration /  Marie Claire  / The Independent / World of Interiors Teaching Posts include: Experienced lecturer and course leader for BA Illustration /  BA Graphic Design / HND Fashion & Textiles / Foundation Diploma Art, Design & Media / BTEC EXT National Diploma Graphic Design