Tony Stark As Sleeping At Lastsongs

tony stark as sleeping at last songs 

quicksand (keep no score, 2006)

there are wires in between human heart and machine.

trust is quicksand, claiming everything i have, all to give me life, all to give me life.

a slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue; god knows i meant no harm, i meant no harm.

heirloom (atlas: i, 2014)

you are so much more than your father’s son.

so you memorized those unscripted lines, desperate for some kind of clue: when the scale tipped, when you inherited a fight that you were born to lose.

light (atlas: i, 2014)

i will soften every edge i’ll hold the world to its best and i’ll do better

pluto (atlas: i, 2014)

now i live a waking life of looking backwards, looking backwards a model citizen of doubt

one day i had enough of this exercise of trust l leaned in and let it hurt let my body feel the dirt when i break pattern, i break ground i rebuild when i break down

show me where my armor ends show me where my skin begins

three (atlas: enneagram, 2019)

maybe i’ve done enough and your golden child grew up

for the first time i see an image of my brokeness utterly worthy of love maybe i’ve done enough and i finally see myself through the eyes of no one else

i only want what’s real i set aside the highlight reel and leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk worthy of love anyway

touch (atlas: ii, 2019)

can we skip past near-death clichés where my heart restarts as my life replays? all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed

invisible machinery these moving parts inside of me well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time leaving only rust behind

mind (atlas: ii, 2019)

patterns form and feel important, the starting lines of a living blueprint. all this information in formation is key to draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams.

patterns form and feel important, it’s the first brush stroke of a self-portrait.

tea, coffee & hot chocolate with ph^2 mayhaps

I'm not happy with this but ehhh

Breakfast was always a rushed affair. Harry was the early raiser of the three, but he had taken the classes to match it, and still found himself running out the door almost every morning. 

Peter, on the other hand, was impossible to drag out of bed. His classes were by no means early, but Peter was almost always getting up with only a few minutes to go before the classes started. 

Harley didn’t have any morning classes. But he was never one for a silent kitchen in the morning. Not when he was so used to making breakfast for his sister or helping his mom in the kitchen. Not when he was used to having two boys constantly plastered to his side. 

So they made a plan. They met up in a cafe on campus after Peter’s class every morning to get breakfast. It took the load off Harry and Harley from cooking and it gave them a chance to catch their breaths after the earlier classes. 

Harley was always the first one there, what with his lack of morning class. He placed orders for all three of them, having the requests more than memorized by then. Every single morning, one hot chocolate, one tea, and one coffee, the three of them cleared off basically every category.

The first time he placed the order he had definitely laughed. They had always been like this, splitting every category into three, complementing but not overlapping. It worked for them, but it definitely made for some funny stories about the lack of repeat. No textbook could be reused, no drink was used by more than one, no shirt or pant was stolen (only the sweatshirts were exempt from this rule because none of them could refrain from stealing those). 

The first time he had come into the store, the worker at the register gave him a funny look, and he fumbled through an explanation about how not all of it was for him. The cashier had laughed it off, but Harley was sure he hadn't believed it until Harry came strolling in, looking as immaculate as always, and slid into the seat across from Harley. 

Peter would come rushing in a few minutes later, his hair a mess and papers spilling out of his folders from running from his class. Whether he would sit next to Harley or Harry depended on the day, but he always ended up somewhere in the middle, switching between either side. 

It was tradition at this point, spending an hour every morning together in the cafe, their only guaranteed time when all three of them were so busy. So many memories had been made around the three unique cups, and all three of them wouldn't trade it for anything.

I wonder how many gay people are actually transgender & dont know it because people thing being transgender is transitioning when it’s literally just not being cis.

!!!! hi thank you for the tag cas ily (if i could hug you i promise i would ily)

2 ships:

1. parksborn

2. moreid

3. parkner

last song: nico and the niners by twenty one pilots

currently reading: nothing im too busy with school but ill start reading something for an irp in english soon hopefully

currently consuming: nothing

currently craving: nothing, really

tagging: @moth-sword and @spxdergvrl (hi i love yall)

Thanks for the tag @emsxworld 🥰 

rules: tag 9 people you want to know better!

3 ships:

1. Spideychelle

2. Interwebs 

3. Pepperony

last song: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince by T Swift - I’ve had the line ‘you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes’ stuck in my head all day. 

currently reading: Don’t hate me but I’m embracing my inner 14 year old and reading Midnight Sun at the moment skgjdskjgbkj

currently watching: I just finished watching Des and I’m about to start The Fall

currently consuming: I’m downing a 2L bottle of Pepsi Max rn

currently craving: Chocolate. White chocolate in particular, but my newly discovered lactose intolerance hates me. 

TAGGING: @angxlsgrxce @official-impravidus @spidey-lad @muse-of-astronomy @lilacsandlilies4 @sg215 @even-dead-im-the-hero and everyone else in the marvel mob discord group, my tumblr isnt letting me tag properly :(( 

censored's "i'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain"

okay, so first of all, i adore this author so much. their works are gorgeous and i recommend their twitter fic too (that one marvel twitter fic), but this one has to be one of my favorites. a lot of the time, in this sort of trope i feel like people make peter the florist and harley the tattoo artist but the author switched it up in this and it’s just. the way they write. the little details. the rep (nb betty and abbie and aro harry!!!). its SO PRETTY i love their writing and this is gorgeous and harley and peter are silly pining fools as per usual and just, agh, censored writes them so beautifully together and in character and theres a lot of cute friendly interactions between harley & his family and peter & the other tattoo artists 

i’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain by censored

as the sky falls, you're the star i catch - parkner

It had all happened too quickly. One moment they were both fighting Mysterio, the next, Peter was falling from the sky. In his ear, Harley could vaguely hear his AI telling him that Peter had run out of web fluid, but all that did was elevated the panic he felt. He pushed his suit to the limits, ignoring the chaos that Mysterio was causing around him as he flew towards Peter. He almost shouted for Peter, before remembering that they were both in suit. 

Peter was falling, falling, falling. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. Harley dove towards the ground, hoping to reach the other hero before he collided with the ground. In the end, he was so close to the ground that he could almost feel the earth beneath his skin. He flew, his arms outstretched to grab Peter. At the last minute, he closed his eyes, terrified of the impact. When he felt nothing in his arms, it was like he was drenched in cold water. He opened his eyes, and Peter was nowhere to be found.

He spun around at the sound of Mysterio’s laughter ringing out loud and clear amidst the destruction. “Iron Lad, how many times will you fall prey to my illusions?” 

Harley frantically searched around him, only to see Peter swing towards Mysterio, finally nailing the villain and pinning him to the ground. “Looks like the answer is 0, considering you’ve been caught.”

The next few events seemed to go too fast, as if making up for the slow motion from before. Harley could barely process what was happening, only focusing on getting to Peter. He didn’t know what had happened, didn’t care, as long as he fell into Peter’s arms. And when he finally found the other hero, they both just ran to each other, happy to be with each other and safe.