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Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

its no longer labor day you cant reblog the todaybor day post anymore

The funny thing about ao3 being down is I was checking Tumblr for HOURS after my fics wouldn’t load to see if anyone else was having problems, and not a single peep. I finally feel validated that I was in fact not being messed with by some unknown force staging my intervention, but the site was actually down.

Is your ship really that iconic if one of them haven't been buried alive and the other haven't tried to dig them out with their bare hands?

Five Minutes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58621435 by TheDumbestAvenger “This is the plan, then?” Tony asks. He doesn’t need to have hope in his eyes because the kid has enough for the whole of humanity. “This is the one that works?” Strange's face is already littered with miniscule cracks. He lifts his arms and moves one in a slow circle. As he does, sparks splutter into life, fizzing and spitting until a wobbly portal hangs in the air between them. Tony can’t see Strange behind it, but can hear loud and clear as he chokes on his last word. “Parker…” Peter hesitates. He looks at Tony for advice. What advice does he even have to give? The picture through the sparks is unclear, sort of like TV static. He has no idea where it might be. The portal flickers out for a split second, Strange grunts from the effort of pulling it back. “Go.” The one thing Tony does know is that Strange wouldn’t send Peter anywhere worse than this. That there is no place worse than this. “But what about—” “Go, Peter. Just go. Now!” or; on titan, dr strange sends peter five minutes into the future to avoid him turning to dust. this is their long journey home Words: 24482, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Kraglin Obfonteri Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Post-Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), The Blip | The Five Years Between Thanos's Snap and Hulk's Snap, picks up from tony and peter on titan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, space travel read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58621435

anyway pls reblog for sample size 👀

Forever embracing my love of all things 80s with The X-Files. 💕

Love it when Rolling Stone puts out an article about the 25 most influential internet creators and I've only heard of 7 of them

I was watching Iron Man waiting for my next class, and when trying to connect my mouse to my labtop someone’s computer popped up on Bluetooth and its name was Jarvis. The universe really aligned with this one.

The fact that I can finish two Marvel movies while waiting in-between classes means it’s too long of a wait. I’m dying and it has only been one day. ☠️

rb and tell me what’s your most re watched movie.. and be honest

Tell me an inside joke between you and a friend, without context.

It’s a horror enthusiast’s dream. Going in and seeing all the stuff scattered about. (Although I think the scariest thing in there are the prices.)

are you telling me americans have stores that open up SPECIFICALLY for halloween and just. dont exist any other time of the year. you people are insane

I’m not a Swan Queen shipper at all, very heavily an Outlaw Queen one, but I’ll give my opinion.

Personally, no. Not at all.

I’ll give you the first season. I think it was written in a way where you have the supposed villain and hero, and with that there does come feelings between them but not on a shipping level. Regina and Emma have a certain pull and tug relationship when it comes to Henry. Regina is the one who raised him and feels threatened by Emma who comes in, and she starts to love Henry and is opposed to many things Regina does. (Which is fair, again, Regina was shown to be a villain.) So between the curse, Henry, and the whole savior business…they completely hate each other that first season. The only thing that ever actually unites them is Henry.

The second season you have Regina still on that cusp of villain, but is in the process of wanting to redeem herself for all the horrible things she’s done, especially for her son. To me Emma and Regina still didn’t really like each other, but they sucked it down for their son.

The third season (my fav) is when we start to see that shift for good. People still question Regina’s intentions, I think that lasts for a while, but here we see Emma and Regina not really have that full blown hatred towards one another. So I think thier friendship starts here really, and even then it’s not a full blown friendship. More so the start of one.

Now this show did come out when I was 9 years old, and I watched every season new, meaning it’s been a while since I’ve done a proper rewatch. So I’ll try to sum up things, without spoilers too just in case.

Like I’ve said before, it took, in my eyes from watching the show, at least 3 seasons for them to be what you would consider friends. And half the time Regina gets the short end of the stick on the show in the later seasons, from things that are done to her, by Emma and other characters, that even wavers that friendship sometimes. But by seasons 6/7 I say yeah, they are friends.

That’s kind of it though. The only thing that really connected them was Henry. Yeah technically Regina was Snow’s step-mother, but that situation within itself is tricky like everything is on that show. I never saw anything that would personally suggest they had feelings for one another, and I don’t see how they would even have time to form a relationship with their history from what I explained.

From things Lana has also stated before/what I’ve heard about how things were supposed to be written until she advocated, I’d say that’s what makes me further believe what I do.

I hope this made sense. 😭

(Also, of course no hate to people who do ship Emma and Regina. I hope that was clear. Everyone has their favorite ship of the show. This is just my opinion/view point after watching it.)

OUAT WATCHERS WHO HAVE WATCHED AT LEAST THE FIRST 5 SEASONS !!

regardless of your status as a swan queen shipper, do you believe that the show was written with the intention of regina and emma having feelings for one another? i have my own answer to this but i want to see what other ppl think, sq shippers AND non-sq shippers alike. pls rb w ur opinion

it's my personal unevidenced belief that your average stark-brand starkphone lasts a decade+ on average and has indestructible nokia reputation and is easy to self-repair and the company's like "tony that's not sustainable financially. tony we need to release a phone every year" and he's like "i can't make it bad. i tried it but it gave me hives. i can't make bad tech it gives me hives" so it's just like that. it has a 5 day battery life it's recycled when you trade it in it doesn't need a case. it comes with iron man themed notification sounds. apple who

What I like to do sometimes to my little cousins when they’re eating is bend down and go, hey this is mine right? This my juice? Then proceed to pretend to go in for a drink. The whole time they sit there giggling and say noooo, that’s my juice. That’s not your juice. And I go oh, it isn’t?

I do this to all five of them, between the ages of 2-8 years old, and every single one laughs when I do it.

Lying to children is fun when they know you are being ridiculous. When you hold up a carrot like “guys look at this huge Cheeto” and they all scream “NOOOOOOOOO that’s a CARE-OTT!”

“What? No, it’s my giant Cheeto.”

“NOOOOOOO!”

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

Mirabel, age 10: *sneezes*

Bruno, in the wall: Bless You.

Mirabel: ...Casita?

Bonus

Mirabel: You can talk! Finally I'll have someone to talk too when everyone is gone!

Bruno, internally: "sh*t sh*t sh*t! I cant ignore her now!"

From that day on Mirabel thought she was speaking to Casita, but it was actually Bruno in the walls. Bruno told her only she(Mira) could talk to Casita, and casita only had the ability for one hour each day. Mirabel was jazzed, and super proud, she tried telling everyone but they thought it was just a way to comfort herself, except Dolores but she knew it was Bruno and Mirabel just looked so happy she didn't want to spoil it for her.

Fast forward to when they rebuild casita and Mirabel shoots up from bed one night, runs down the hall, and ninja kicks Bruno's door down while screaming "It was you!"

A little snippet of something I’m working on. It’s mainly supposed to be from Morgan’s POV, but there will be a little of Tony’s, Pepper’s, and Peter’s added in the full story.

So, at the end of the school day, roughly around 12:00 pm, she sat coloring at a table waiting to be picked up. It was a Friday which meant her dad would be getting her. Usually Uncle Happy and her dad rotated shifts and on occasion when her mommy didn’t have any work she would show up and surprise her. Morgan knew the schedule like the back of her hand so she wasn’t surprised when her dad strolled into the classroom like clockwork wearing his usual pair of black shades and baseball cap.

“Daddy!”

“Hey there Morgana, ready to make a prison break?” He knelt down to her level, eyeing the picture she had all her focus on before he interrupted.

“Whatcha got there, kiddo?”

Tony picked it up off the table and held the slightly crinkled paper up to the light to get a better look.

“That’s you daddy,” Morgan informed him, slightly rolling her eyes and huffing because it was obviously him dressed up as Iron Man. She used the perfect shade of red and yellow to color his suit in. How could he not tell?

“Right, of course, that’s me. And I’m totally kicking those guy’s butts because they’re the super villains hell bent on ruining the day.”

Geez, did she have to explain everything to him?

“No daddy, you aren’t fighting them, you’re flying away.”

“Now why would I fly away from them when I have perfectly good repulsors on my hands that can blast them into next Sunday? Hmm.”

“Because, those are the bad people who took you away. That’s you escaping them.”

For just a moment Morgan watched as the wide grin across her father’s face fell into a grim expression. It didn’t last very long, just a few seconds, but she knew she saw it because it was very similar to the one he sometimes wore when telling her stories about her dead brother.

“Who told you that, Morgan?”

“Ethan.”

“Well,” her father spoke, exchanging his rather sad look for a smile. Morgan thought it looked kind of fake. “I think Ethan is too nosey for his own good. Let’s get out of here.”

Her father didn’t say anything else, instead grabbing her book bag and lunchbox from her cubby, then waving goodbye towards her teacher and helper as they left the classroom. She held his hand as they walked to the car and occasionally looked up to see her dad staring down at her drawing. It didn’t seem he liked it all that much. Had she upset him by coloring it?

Morgan stayed quiet as she was buckled into her car seat and even when they pulled away from the school and started heading towards the ice-cream shop she knew he was taking her to. It was normal every Friday for them to stop—it was their own little secret. She would get two big scoops, one cotton candy and one chocolate, in exchange to keep quiet about it from her mommy who didn’t like it when she had loads of sugar.

“What’s wrong, Mo? You're usually bursting my eardrums with all the talk about how school went. Why so quiet?”

“Daddy,” she asked, a serious expression on her face she clearly inherited from her mother. “Did I make you sad?”

Tony startled at the question, his fingers drum, drum, drumming on the steering wheel trying to think back on why she would assume such a thing.

“When you saw my drawing you looked unhappy.”

Huh, maybe she had inherited Pepper’s scary ability to be able to read him like an open book too.

“No kid, your picture didn’t make me sad. I love your drawing. I just…I haven’t thought about that in a really long time.”

“How come?”

That was certainly a good question. A complicated one asked by someone way too young that if she really understood the horrors that went on in that cave in Afghanistan, then she probably wouldn’t have asked it in the first place.

It’s been over a decade since Tony found himself clawing his way out of there, about 13 years now. Since then he’s had so much happen in between that time. He became an avenger then fought aliens. He watched his son grow up into this bright brilliant teenager only to lose him in his arms not long after. He got married to Pepper and had Morgan. He gave up being Iron Man and moved upstate to a quiet little cabin in the middle of the woods. Those were just the major events, not even including all the other shit he had to deal with along the way.

After looking it up and having my memory jogged, I realized I actually already knew that about chainsaws and now I’m slightly disappointed.

this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye