each life worth protecting

"there are people who blame all their failures on those who failed them. use their youthful traumas as excuses for being less than they could have been. and there are others... who use those traumas to propel them to greatness."

[drawitenne]

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[irxnstrk]

@auntiemay​

“So are you not letting me help because you doubt my cooking skills, or because this is some top secret family recipe passed down generation to generation?” Tony asked, leaning in the kitchen doorway with a grin. “I promise I won’t blow anything up. I haven’t blown anything up in a kitchen since college. And even then I did it on purpose. I was trying to impress a girl in one of my engineering classes.”

[auntiemay]

"is that fun anecdote supposed to make you look good?" it doesn’t, but may grins anyways, busying herself with hands full of cured meats and aged cheeses. she places an assortment of ingredients on top of a wooden cheese board and a knife, then waves tony over. if he wants to be put to work, she wasn’t going to stop him. “you can handle charcuterie, can’t you?” of course he can. that’s why may doesn’t give any other instruction, and goes back to cutting lime slices. “my family never taught me how to cook,” she explains, “every recipe i know,” a hand lifts briefly, finger pointed at her temple for a moment before it falls back to her baking pan of chicken, “is a hodgepodge of things i’ve seen through the years.” 

[auntiemay]

LilithMay

@of-crimson

Name: rian (pronounced ryan but gaelic is annoying) parker 

Gender: fluid

General Appearance: rian is sturdy and built, slightly on the stocky side. their appearance, much like their personality, is unmoving.

Personality: cool and collected, rian is calm under every situation and generally on the quiet side. they are stubborn in their practices but not in opinions. a creature of habit and structure. they are tolerant and kind. 

Special Talents: pain suppression: injuries can harm or even kill them, but they don’t feel it. this power was discovered at a very, very young age. pain transference was discovered at a much later date without either parent around. 

Who they like better: may

Who they take after more: lilith 

Personal Head canon: rian didn’t cry once during the first year of life. 

Face Claim: “i’ll survive. you? there are doubts.” rian parker, age 23, right before quitting their high profile job at an elite company. the company went bankrupt within months of their departure. 

[auntiemay]

HarleyMay

@harleenqueenzel

Name: penelope “poppy” parker-quinzel 

Gender: female 

General Appearance: poppy is a petite blonde who has gone through a number of hairformations, but has never once dyed it all one color. may thinks she’s the spitting image of her mother, harley. 

Personality: feral. poppy has strong opinions about everything, and never accepts any reality as the one and only. questions all authority and what they dictate. this tends to be a problem in school when she feels a debate spark up inside of her. 

Special Talents: has the most incredible aim on moving targets up to fifty meters away. may is 99% sure it’s superhuman of her. 

Who they like better: harley 

Who they take after more: both

Personal Head canon: ran away from home when she was 16 after a big fight with may. when poppy came back three months later, both she and may swore they couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. they were just glad that everyone was finally home safe.

Face Claim: “baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet!” poppy parker-quinzel, age 19, right before she threw a dart square in some annoying dude’s ass. 

[despondentparamour]

Amazing Spider-Man #665 (2011)

[auntiemay]

lights and sounds

@flyingboywonder

had may known that the only ways in and out of gotham would be blown to pieces, she would not have agreed to work in gotham. or, at least, she wouldn’t have gotten an apartment in the city and forced herself to drive back to queens everyday. especially now that her office has been overtaken by some gang whose name she didn’t bother to remember. maybelle walks into the gotham city precinct and is immediately pushed further into the busy area. how in the hell does anyone get anything done around here? her eyebrows knit together, shoulders braced and helping to propel through the crowd. she tries her hardest to avoid looking at jim’s office. may manages to find herself in front of another officer’s desk, a relieved sigh leaving her as she invites herself to sit. “hi there, may parker here,” her hand lifts when she introduces herself, then falls back to her lap, a smile easy on her face. he looks too young to be a cop. then again, it seems like all the kids she knows are running around at night with masks and knives. “i need some help.” 

[auntiemay]

ofxrobin​:

     “I don’t need any help” Damian grumbled, frustrated as he watched the guy that he had been chasing disappear down a far alley. There was no way that he was catching them now, and he had waited him out for so long, too. “I mean, um” he sighed, turning to look at the older woman as he rolled his eyes at the sound of Mia’s voice in his head. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it” he recited straight from one of her lectures from the last time he had been supposedly ‘ungrateful’. “I’m fine” he told her shortly, waiting for her to let go of his arm before he reached down to pick up the shuriken that had fallen from his pocket, tucking it back inside quickly. “Wait…why do you look weirdly familiar?”

kids these days. may scoffs a laugh in slight disbelief, her head shaking with amusement as she reorganizes her stack of papers. “well you’re very welcome,” she says, shifting her weight onto one side, a fist resting against her opposite hip. she thinks she’s heard this called a mom pose before. may slinks closer, line of sight shifting from damian, to the long gone runner, and back to the young boy. “were you trying to get that guy? he do something bad?” she grins, thinking of how he has the same look in peter’s eyes when there’s a good deed to be done. “may parker,” she finally says, briefly gesturing to herself and not needing an introduction to who he is at all. “you’ve been to some of my charities and vice versa. your family’s done a lot of good for my line of work.” 

[auntiemay]

nobody

@babsxkean

may doesn’t try to pretend to understand what barbara and jim have gone, and continue to go through. when she sits at the kitchen table with barbara, she passes a cream pitcher and sugar cubes for tea, and smiles. she does not offer her condolences, does not try to fix anything with useless words. she remembers how it feels to lose people--every time, she remembers. so may doesn’t pretend to know that things get better or easier. instead, she taps her spoon against the rim of her teacup, shaking the excess off. there’s a record playing in the background, something to distract from the wire on the windows and the bodies in the ground. “do you want to talk about what’s been on your mind?” it’s a loaded question, she knows, but one worth asking. 

[bostonpoetryslam]

My dead lover is a splinter throbbing at dusk. A shard of castle rock frozen in a glass paperweight and doubted. At three in the morning, he raps his beak against my ear, and I wake up to the drill of silence. My dead lover is a suitcase of books I left on an eastbound train; a headlight’s afterimage. A starling dying over and over beneath my desk. A fish hook reeling me to the sun. Four years after he left, he is still spoon-feeding my heart back into my quivering mouth.

Franny Choi, “My Lovers,” from Floating, Brilliant, Gone (via bostonpoetryslam)

[spideycity]

Happy 54th Birthday Marisa Tomei! (December 4, 1964)

[auntiemay]

Peter: After that video...I think Mysterio might still be alive?

May: Not for long

Peter: What?

May: What?

[auntiemay]

not about angels

@babsxkean

the one and only reason why may took up running years ago, was to convince her nephew that exercise is good for the soul. that was long before spider-man, and even if peter could run laps around may now, she still sticks with it. the crisp gotham air feels sharp and dry in her lungs, beads of sweat forming down her back. she’s on her cool down lap when she sees a familiar red up ahead, pace quickening to catch up. may places a hand on barbara’s shoulder, and grins, the smile lines around her eyes wrinkling. may leans back on her heels, one finger lifted to point at the new mom. she’s teasing with her look before any words can even form. then, with a wry smile, “shouldn’t you be at home with a baby?” may laughs, then circles her arms around her old friend. “god, it’s good to see you. how ya doing, lady?”

[auntiemay]

spaces

@jeremiah-valeska

“grab some of the garlic--the good ones. see that one, the one that’s real full and round? two like that is perfect!” may has never been known for her cooking. she thinks it’s enough that she’s kept her family fed for over a decade, and maybe not all of those meals have been successful home cooks, but damn it, it will be tonight. she’s a new york native--pizza from scratch is in her blood. she grins at the enlisted helper, pushing their cart down the dairy aisle. “well i’m so glad you and gwen can come have dinner. it feels like it’s been so long!” it hasn’t, but may misses her kids anyways. she never knew she would be the type to miss her kids this much. “how are you two doing, anyway? still taking care of my girl?” 

[auntiemay]

same sea

@gwencm

may is starting to suffer from empty nest syndrome. it’s tough when all her kids are actually grown, off doing heroic things while she’s at home sipping tea. so she throws herself into the busy life of a community organizer, hosting charity after charity with tired arms holding boxes of paperwork and files. may has her head tilted to the left, watching her line of sight from behind the box on top of white knuckles. she pushes in through the front door with her foot, then slips out of her shoes only to notice a familiar pair at the front. “gwen? are you guys home?” may calls out, kicking the door close and coming around the corner. she grins when she sees the young girl, a hand tapping at the box she carries, “you two gonna help your aunt may out? come on, come on, this is heavy!” 

[auntiemay]

paper houses

@ofsupxrncva

it’s hard to preach stranger danger when may herself has started a small collection of strays. she spots one of them lingering outside of her gotham apartment building, brown paper bag of groceries resting on may’s hip as she observes the girl curiously. her head shakes, amused, like the smile she wears. “nova, sweetheart, you coming in?” may doesn’t miss a beat going up the steps, looking back at nova with a grin, “you know we eat at the table in this house, so if you’re hungry you better come on inside and have a seat,” her back rests against the door, holding it open with her body leaning against it. “it’s pasta night,” and the young girl always looks like she could eat. 

[auntiemay]

May: [to Peter] Don’t bring a gun to a knife fight.

May: Don’t bring a knife to a knife fight, either.

May: Stop going to knife fights altogether. What’s your deal with knife fights?

[auntiemay]

irxnstrk‌:

“That’s me,” Tony said, with a grin, as if a lot of people in the world weren’t well aware of that. He snorted softly as she spoke. “The Queen of England isn’t my queen, either, but I’d still call her that.” He smiled as she spoke. “Yeah, sure,” he said. He laughed as she spoke, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess you did,” he said. “Fortunately I’m not that tall, so I don’t really have very far to fall.”

may takes herself off schedule, much more leisurely in her steps as she leads them down the block to her favorite gotham city coffee shop. “well, still a farther fall than one i could relate to,” she points out with a shrug, the door bell ringing when she pushes them through. she’s only been there a handful of times, but somehow already knows everyone’s names. this is apparent in the way may is automatically greeted by familiar smiles. she returns them, calling people out by name with the same warmth. may orders an americano with room for cream, hip leaning on the counter when she turns to look at tony. “so are you staying in town a while?”