26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her đ©·đđ©”
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Tony Stark has been and always will be my number one shayla đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€
I feel like pirating media that isnât sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldnât be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology
dislike and discomfort are normal and healthy parts of the human experience actually
easily one of my favourite tweets of all time
Ive come up with the phrase "blorbo-in-law" which is a fictional character who isn't, like, YOUR blorbo from YOUR shows but it is your mutual's blorbo who you nevertheless have developed strong opinions about due to long term dash exposure
@GLAMOUR UK: Weâre still blushing #SebastianStan#baftas #baftaawards #awardshow #fyp #fy
Tony, angry for no reason: Nobody talk to me, I'm fucking angry!
Peter, pouting: Not even me?
Tony, frowning: No, of course not, why would you say that? You can always talk to me.
Tony, still angry: I'm still angry so no one is allowed to talk to me!
Tony, turning to Peter, using his soft tone: Except you, Tesoro. I love you. I love talking to you.
Prompt:
Tony never visits his parents graves. To many memories.
But one day he was out with Happy, on his Mother's birthday they neared the cemetery where they were buried. And he felt a strong urge to go there.
Even though he hasn't been here since the funeral he knows exactly where to go. Which is a surprise considering how plastered he was for it.
But what he isn't expecting is for someone to be at the tomb stones, cleaning it. Talking a mile a minute as if there was a live person there. Scrubbing and getting some of the grime off the headstone.
" I'll make sure to bring some flowers or plants next time I'm here. I just couldn't pass up the chance to NOT clean your headstone. You would think the grounds keeper would take better care. But since I was already here cleaning up, Uncle Ben's might as well fix you up too. Your son is doing great work, you know that? Course you do. But still I read his latest paper and it's really neat. I wonder if I could tweak some of the"
And that is how Tony met one Peter Parker.
fun fact: Bucky never voluntarily fought!
He was drafted into WWII, brainwashed against his will for 70 years, targeted and forced to run, then pulled into his best friend's wars, and finally feels he must atone for all the harm he was forced to do. He didn't want to be here, and he can't escape
While most of the time the team has meetings in the tower or compound, on occasion they have to meet up somewhere else. And when magic may be involved? They definitely are going to the sanctum to quiz Dr. Strange. While he isn't part of the Avengers, he was on call to assist when needed.
The meeting was wrapping up when a voice yelled out
" Honey I'm home!"
Everyone froze, Strange was seeing someone? They haven't heard or seen that he was. And he has been around a lot more recently.
" In the office," voiced Stephen loudly.
" Okay! By the way, where is the first aid kit? It's not under the sink"
Stephen sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "The new one is in the bathroom closet.... why do you need to know?"
" Oh, you know, just a light stabbing. Nothing that I can't do myself." The voice steadily got closer, and the door to the office swung open. " unless you want to. I know you like it when......uhhh... hi?"
There in the doorway stood who appeared to be Spiderman.
A guy in his early twenties, his brown hair was damp from sweat but still a little curly. A blush was forming down his cheeks to his neck and chest. His mask was in hand as he waved awkwardly, his suit was unzip and hanging low on his hips.
Tony lowered his glasses giving Spiderman a once over and whistled. " You have been holding out on us Gandalf"
The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.
Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.
âAh, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-â Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.
âSomething about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you donât have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such.â Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.
Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.
âI thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker.â His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boysâ quick inhale of breath.
âPeter. Call me Peter.â He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, âBut ah, youâre welcome, D-Doctor.â
And that really shouldnât sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.
âWell, Peter.â The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.
âAgain, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device.â Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.
âI do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum.â Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peterâs hand, eyes never leaving the others.
Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.
âY-yes..â Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didnât leave and he really really didnât want to embarass himself infront of this man.
âI-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-â Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. âOr next week!â Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. â I wouldnât want to bother you and y-your sanctum- Iâm sure youâre incredibly busy with stuff-â
âPeter.â Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boyâs cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peterâs attention up due to their difference in height.
âI would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here.â And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.
âYes, please.â
God help him.
Nat teaching Peter to fight like a woman because even with his super strength, because of his shorter and slimmer stature heâs still at a disadvantage against a taller, broader, also enhanced opponent, I need a second.
A ship that isnât your thing is valid. A ship that gives you ewwww vibes is still valid. That one crack ship that only one person wrote about, posted on AO3, and has 23 views in four yearsâalso valid.
What isnât valid is spending more time hating a ship than enjoying your ownâand ruining it for others with negativity. I donât understand the point of putting more effort into tearing down a ship than its actual shippers do building it up. At this point, if thatâs your thing, your OTP isnât your OTPâitâs hating a ship, making sure the boat you donât even like sinks.
Ship what you love. Ignore what you donât. Write fanfics, make art, memes and moodboards, record podfics, make fan videos and craft, daydream up your headcanons. Whatever keeps your boat afloat, as long as itâs not ruining someone elseâs fun.
Let people enjoy things. Fandom is meant to be fun.
A bad photoshop will always be funnier than an AI image no matter what
âWe often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolveâ
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no matter how fucking sad I am, any AO3 email never fails to makes my day a little brighter
no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. yâall are weak
âFrodo was a very, very important character in the movies. But heâs also a very difficult character to play and to cast. [âŠ] We were convinced that Frodo is gonna be an English actor, âcause we wanted the Hobbits to basically be English as Tolkien really wrote them. So, we went to London and we started auditioning.
We couldnât think of any actor to play Frodo. We had nobody in mind. We thought it would be unknown English actor, a young kid. We were in London auditioning for about a month and weâve probably seen three hundred Frodos. There were two or three that were okay, but nothing magical, you know. âCause Frodo had to be magical. Every time the casting room door opened and some nervous young actor would come in, we were saying, âis this gonna be Frodo?â And you sort of know within ten seconds that it wasnât really Frodo. It was a worry, but we were plugging on.
And then our casting director said to us one day, âA packageâs just come in the mail. Itâs from Elijah Woodâ. It was a video tape, a VHS tape. I had heard Elijahâs name, but Iâve never seen a film heâd done. I actually had no face for Elijah, I didnât know how he looked like.
So, we put the video tape in. Elijah was in LA and heard that we were in London and weâre not gonna come to LA. He really wanted to get this role. So, he hired a dialect coach to teach him accent, heâd gone to the local costume-hire, got some cheesy kind of Hobbit costume on. Heâd gone into the trees somewhere behind his house with a friend, and he just videotaped his own audition. He didnât have our script, so he was reading from the book, he was doing Frodo parts from the book.
I just put this video tape in, and literally, not having known who Elijah Wood was really, I just thought, âheâs wonderful, heâs absolutely greatâ. And so, Elijah cast himselfâ.
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The âThatâs immoral you shouldnât write that, we need to get that taken downâ discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF
Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid
Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship
Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for
The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining
The universal ruleâdonât like, donât read
Itâs THAT simple
Loki: Elskan min, guess what!
Peter: What? I can tell something exciting happened! Did you get a new dagger to stab Thor with?
Loki: No, even better!
Peter: Even better than- okay I give up. Tell me!
Loki: Scientists has named a dinosaur after me!
Peter: No way!
Loki: Yes way! Check out for yourself! Look, they even call me an Iconic Norse God, Iâm an icon!
Peter: Thatâs so cool! You know, ceratopsians happened to be my favorite clade of dinosaurs!
Loki: Aww, youâre just saying that because one of them is named after me~đ
Tony: Hey! No oneâs named a dinosaur after me!
Stephen: When they find an iron plated dinosaur that obviously lacked any sort of impulse control, Iâm sure youâll be the first person that comes to mind
The eroticism of an older man calling a younger man Kid, even though he is most definitely an adult.
What, are you trying to convince yourself heâs too young for you? I donât buy it and neither do you. Just fuck him over the nearest table and call him baby boy.