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Welcome to Faerie Land: A Guide to Holly Black’s Extended Faerie Universe

With Wicked King making the NYT Best Sellers list and more people reading The Cruel Prince/The Folk of the Air Series, I decided to make a quick guide to the other books in Holly Black’s Faerie universe. 

One of the things I love about Holly Black’s books is how they interrelate. They give you background information about the world and side characters in TCP. But it’s not necessary to read these books to understand TCP. Also, since Jude has been in Faerie for almost her entire life she sometimes brushes over certain faerie rules that new readers might not know (eg. the effects of cold iron and faerie true names). Holly Black’s earlier books lay out these rules much more effectively.

So if you’re a new reader of Holly Black’s books, welcome! I’ll try to stay away from spoilers, and I’ll add links to Goodreads for more in depth summaries. If you’re a veteran, here’s a quick review of the other books in the Faerie Universe and a little bit about how they relate to TCP.

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Andrew!Peter With A Skater Girlfriend Would Include...

Request: May i request a tasm!Peter with a skater girlfriend

Sure my lovely @maycat-19-142! I’ve never skated myself so I’m using poetic license here lmao <3 

If you enjoy, please comment!!

(I do not own TASM or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @guyinagreensuit.)

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You first caught Peter’s attention during both your last years of High School. The final bell had rung, and instead of going home Peter had decided to sit on one of the lunch benches in the courtyard, and try to fix the camera Flash had knocked out of his hand during first period. Despite how much he scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses, and tried his hardest to concentrate on which little screw goes into which fiddly mechanism, he kept on coming distracted by someone skating out of the corner of his eye.

To be completely honest, the whole camera thing was just a ruse. Just a fabrication, just a way that he could sit and not draw too much attention to himself as he looked at you. He had been in love with you for a while now, and he had spent may an afternoon pretending to do his homework, or nap, or listen to music on this very bench to just gaze at you. He was too afraid, too awkward to just come up to you and say, ‘hey, Y/n, so I don’t know if you know, but my name’s Peter Parker and you’ve owned my heart since eighth grade.’

He nearly drops his lens in surprise, lanky arm reaching out to grab it and nearly punching you in the face when he finally is drawn out of his musing and realises you’re standing right in front of him. With a big smile on your face, you kick up your skateboard and hold it against your hip as you hold out a hand to him.

‘It’s Peter, right?’

He has to stop himself gasping in surprise, instead wildly blinking in shock a few times before realising himself and taking your hand within your own. Shaking it all wobbly like jelly, his slender fingers can’t find a way to let go of yours until you gently hand his hand back to him with a giggle.

‘Yeah. Yeah!’, he starts suddenly, reaching up behind him to scratch the back of his head. ‘And you’re Y/n, right? I- I saw you skateboarding… you’re pretty good. I skate too!’

He points at it while you take a seat down on the meshed metal beside him, stifling a laugh but also pretending not to notice at the way his leg jumps when your own settles to rest against it.

The two of you end up skating back to his house together, after just sitting and chatting about everything and nothing for a little while. The two of you spend hours outside his porch, just laughing and chasing each other, sitting down on your boards and racing each other down the street.

It was just one of those natural things, as if the two of you had been doing this forever. Sitting behind him, resting your arms around his waist, he turns his head slightly to grin at you. Smiling back, you rest your cheek on the back of his jacket as the two of you go rolling off down the hilled tram lines nearby, and everything in that moment just felt right. As if the two of you had always done this. As if you were meant to. As if the Universe was just waiting for the perfect time and offering the perfect opening to draw two soulmates together.

The two of you spend a lot of weekends hanging out at the park near your house. Peter sits by the edge of the fountain, holding his camera up and trying to take pictures even close to capturing how ethereal you look in the golden rays of the summer light as you skate by him, posing each time you pass. Rolling over the cobbled bricks, he makes it a game to try and grab onto your waist each time you go past, and if he succeeds, he’s rewarded with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sneaks out of his bedroom window at night to go and sneak in clumsily through yours. Before you spend the rest of the night and early morning before graduation cuddled up against his chest while he strokes happily, euphorically over your shoulder with that cute little glint of adoration in his eyes, he drags you out. The two of you go skating together down the roads, and avenues, and promenade, blasting indie music through your earbuds and just holding hands as the honey rays begin to melt their soft sweetness over the top of the house rows. 

It’s always the best parts of his day - just a little slice of heaven in the midst of the hardships and uncertainties of his life. You are always the best of him, showing him the goodness and beauty life can bring.

He keeps on tripping up though, and nearly breaks his board clean in half. It’s only because he keeps on trying to sneak little giggly, puppy dog eyes over at you when he should be looking where he’s going.

Sometimes he’s more playfully sneaky, though. Times like these, he pretends to fall over just so he can grab onto your shoulders and tug you against his chest as he stumbles. He’s all ‘wooaaahhh’ as he, in a very obviously fake manner, falls onto the ground. It’s just an excuse for you to land on top of him, so he can wrap his long arms and legs around you like a koala bear and press a thousand warm fast kisses over your face as you laugh.

You’re very good at patching him up after rough days as Spider-Man, because during your early days of skating you had to do the same on yourself. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he slumps between your knees as you reach down and apologise as he winces, the alcohol wipe burning against the scrape on his forehead. He knows you’re tough, and resilient, and so, so amazing and more than he deserves, but as soon as you’re finished he rests his forehead gently against yours with a warm sigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he just lingers next to you, letting you know that he’s warm and safe as his fingers dance across your cheek.

If you think overturning Roe vs Wade was a win today, from the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.

It’s also the fact that I would let a fictional man with dark hair, piercing eyes, a dark past, and morally grey morals ruin my life and I would say thank you

"We are fortunate that President Trump has indicated that he will work with us on a solution to reinstate TikTok once he takes office. Please stay tuned!" how about you go fuck yourself

Hey :) hope ur doing good! I was wondering if maybe you could do something about tasm!peter parker where reader is upset because she always has difficulty falling asleep and he's just really soft with her trying to calm her :)

hi tysm for ur request here is some fluffy hurt/comfort for you

"What's wrong?" Peter asks you, breath warm on your cheek. 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye from where you'd been staring at the ceiling dejectedly. 

"How do you do that?" you whisper. 

"How do I do what?" 

How do you know when I'm upset, even if you're asleep? You don't ask. 

Fingertips on your face. You shut your eyes as his fingers climb from the corner of your mouth to the edge of your eyebrow, a sweeping, featherlight line that makes you shudder. 

He chuckles under his breath and does it again. 

"How do you know-" you sigh and turn your face, disrupting his teasing. His eyebrows are creased softly in concern. "Can you tell, when I'm…"

"Upset?" 

You bite the inside of your bottom lip. What you can see of him in the dark you adore, the bump of his nose, the hill of his cheek. His cupids bow; the little well above his lips you've kissed a thousand times. 

"I have a sense for it." 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the ceiling. "Right. Your Spidey sense." 

Peter's hand comes up to your shoulder. He kisses your cheek. "No, baby. This one's full Peter Parker. I call it my 'I love my insomniac girlfriend' sense." 

"S'a mouthful," you say, words all squished with terrible smugness, pleased by his affectionate tone. 

His nose is pressed to your cheek, words warm against your skin as he talks. "You'd hate the original name then." 

"I dread to ask," you say, smiling at him. He pushes up onto his elbow to hover over you, pressing his hand lightly over your chest. 

"Yeah, I liked 'My gorgeous darling love of my life can't sleep and the unhappiness burdening her becomes my unhappiness through the power of my adoration alone' but the board's still out." 

"Board should stay out. That's awful," you murmur, eyes squinting from the force of your lovesick smile. 

"I know," he admits, dropping his chin in embarrassment, "I didn't have much time." 

"Leave it to me. I find myself with an abundance of free time," you say theatrically, edged in bitterness. 

Peter's hand climbs from your chest to your neck. His thumb brushes against the bottom of your throat, fingers wrapping around. "Have you done your checklist?" 

"Yeah, Pete." 

Hand moves up again, fingers at your chin, fingers at your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip, gliding across them. He pauses, eyes looking all fresh honey sticky, before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your frowning mouth. 

You feel a little of the tightness between your shoulders loosen. 

"You want me to make you something?" 

The tears you've been fighting start to win. "No," you say quietly. 

He hums. "And you had a bath?" 

"I did the whole checklist, Pete." 

He frowns at your glassy eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, wiping the first tear away with the pads of his fingers. 

You shut your eyes and turn your face from him. "I just want to sleep." 

"I know, bub," he says, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow you're hiding in. 

"I'm really, really tired." 

"I know." 

"You can go back to sleep if you want to," you say miserably. "Sorry. I shouldn't keep you up." 

"You're not keeping me up. M'just spending time with my girl."

His niceness has an opposite effect. You curl in on yourself and feel a childish whine building in your chest. You're so tired of being tired. 

Peter lies back down in the space where he'd been and pulls your back into his chest, wrapping his arm around your front. You're instantly comforted - his arms are a safe haven. 

He dots a kiss on your shoulder. "It's okay. We just have to ride it out, yeah? Like we've done before." His hand spreads over your heart. "Try and calm down," he says soothingly. A second kiss to your shoulder. 

You bring your hand up and put it over his. He turns his own and threads your fingers together. It's not the kind of problem that can be solved by love and affection, but it certainly helps. 

Everyday I feel single as fuck

And everyday I continue to read and increase my expectations

— micaela's february recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

GRISHAVERSE

— nikolai lantsov.

young royals by @clairecrive

currents by @lantsovsupremacist

↳ you are in love

the art of pretension by @fleurspun

↳ sick and stubborn

↳ healer's duties

love language by @fishley

speak up by @prince-septimus

sugar cube by @magpiencrow

a dare for a truth by @sumsebien

— kaz brekker.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds

confrontations in a lonely club by @curseofaphrodite

what do you want from me? by @romeomontaague

silent birthdays by @amourology

↳ schat

you are done for by @sumsebien

this is what happens by @fishley

MARVEL

— peter parker.

you more than anything by @nghtwngs

↳ you love me, i love you

on that rooftop by @nezuscribe

skateboards, the force, and a lack of pants by @damnedparker

secrets and skateparks by @earthgirl616

aurora by @mgparker

scenes from a modern romance by @dameronology

— marc spector.

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

— matt murdock.

green is the color by @courtforshort15

the defence rests by @dameronology

OUTER BANKS

— jj maybank.

hot for a pogue by @butgilinsky

meet me at our spot by @amourology

— rafe cameron.

midsummers by @butgilinsky

so gorgeous it actually hurts by @folkloreslovechild

HARRY POTTER

— fred weasley.

after all this time by @httpbakugou

MARAUDERS

— james potter.

five times james wanted to kiss you and the one time he did by @moonlitmeeks

— sirius black.

all your fault by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ absurd ideas

'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @evermoreal

grand scheme by @fishley

— remus lupin.

it's time to go by @godlessandwrecked

BRIDGERTON

— benedict bridgerton.

en garde by @delphispoeticals

show me love by @romeomontaague

— anthony bridgerton.

should've never let go by @writeroutoftime

illicit affairs by @marwritesgood

— colin bridgerton.

alone together by @romeomontaague

TOP GUN

— bradley bradshaw.

delirium by @kyber-crystal

↳ head in the clouds

ENOLA HOLMES

— sherlock holmes.

invisible string by @marwritesgood

AVATAR

— lo'ak.

in full bloom by @loaksky

— neteyam.

warm hands by @loaksky

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

— aemond targaryen.

corridor kisses by @flowerpotmage