You miss Tony stark
You miss Natasha Romanoff
You miss Thor
You miss Clint Barton
You miss Steve Rogers
You miss Bruce Banner
AND LASTLY…
You f*cking miss the OG avengers
Because I do.
Body Heat = 107.6 F
Cold Water = 40 F
Hot Air = 300 F
High Altitude = 15,000 ft
Starvation = 45 days
Diving Depth = 282 ft
Lack of Oxygen = 11 minutes
Blood Loss = 40%
Dehydration = 7 days
Queen of Mean - Part 1
Ladybug (Not) In Paris (Part 3)
DAY AND NIGHT (DC Crossover)
Ladybug: A young Avenger
Fan Art
Marinette: Adventure on the Tardis 1.0
Of Promises and Sands of Time (Warning Gabriel-Centric)
Rock Star
Marinette: Crazy Rich
Rate This (Trust is Hard to Come By)
Raise Yourselves up (We’re Done)
Gabriel’s Regret
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go to this website and design yourself https://picrew.me/image_maker/9889 and then tag 4 people
@the-erikalypse @ethan-loves-you @sugarnitwitch @fanbun (Only if u want too )
In soul-realm:
Peter: *deadpan stares into space* Thanos, I cant believe you’ve done this
Shuri: *gasps*
Peter: *gasps*
*Two Hours Later*
Peter and Shuri: lEt’S dO tHe FoRk In ThE gArBaGe DiSpOsAl
Strange: *turns to camera**mouths* send help
“He kidnaps, she screams”: words associated with gender in Wikipedia plot descriptions
by variance_explained
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Summary: The Hogwarts AU ft. big brother Peter, BrOTP3 shenanigans, Dark Lord Thanos, and Head of Griffyndor Professor Stark
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For my wonderful giftee in the irondad secret santa exchange: @iamallyetnotatall I hope you like this!! I tried to use all your prompts and I had a lot of fun writing it! Have a really happy holidays and a wonderful New Year <3 <3 and thank you @irondadsecretsanta for planning this wonderful initiative! <3
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“Petey do you copy?” Morgan’s dramatic whisper crackles in Peter’s ear. He brushes his fingers briefly against the enchanted earpiece to adjust it, smiling when he hears her little giggle.
“Yeah, I copy, anyone coming down the hall?”
“Nuh uh. Are you doing okay too?”
Peter takes stock of his situation. He’s currently sticking to the walls of a looping staircase whose steps he knows are one hundred percent booby-trapped. The last time he did this, he had a giant L on his forehead for seven hours and several extremely unnecessary and overly mortifying photos taken of him.
This time, he wouldn’t be defeated by some stupid stairs.
So far, his genius plan is working. So obviously, he deserves to brag about it. Shamelessly. “What’d I tell you M? Easy-peasy lemon squee-” Peter squeaks as he slides down the wall, the sticky charm wearing off as his concentration fluctuates.
“Oh my God, no no.” Peter mutters on his breath, pulling out his wand as quick as he can, “Inhaero!” He whisper shouts and all at once, the sticky quality returns to his hands and feet and he continues the trek up the tower.
“Phew.” Morgan says, “That was close.”
Peter cringes. “Way too close.”
As he nears the top of the stairs he can’t help but grimace as he examines all of the enchantments carved into the lock of the door and tries to remember all the charms he knows have been added- but what should he expect from the Head of Gryffindor house’s private chambers?
Carefully, he walks up the wall onto the ceiling so that his feet stick to the top and he hangs upside down, scrutinizing the lock. “Okay…” he whispers to himself, “M, read me the book again.”
“Kaaaay.” She chirps, “First you have to cast the ill-u-shan charm.”
“Good job Morgan.” Peter praises, “But it’s illusion, with a j kinda sound.”
“That’s weird.” She says immediately, and Peter can just see that familiar Stark look of dismissive confusion.
He snorts, “Yeah, English is weird, but hold on just a sec.”
Peter pulls out his wand, ready to reveal just what exactly was guarding the door. “Incantaeum revelare.” Immediately, the doorknob glows blue and a series of colours burst out like flares.
“What the-?” Peter’s so taken aback by the rainbow of lights that he doesn’t notice when several things happen all at once.
First is Morgan’s squeak of surprise, “Daddy!” and the somewhat distant, “Hey munchkin, what are you-”
A dramatic gasp.
Okay so he’s seen the instruction paper. Alright, alright, Peter’s super screwed alright-
Second, the rainbow light immediately disappears and okay he can deal with that, it’s okay, it’s- but then the stones shift beneath him and an entirely new door made of obsidian bursts through the floor. Okay that’s not good but- oh shit, oh great, suddenly, each of the steps starts shaking, sliding left and right until even the ceiling shakes and-
“Oh no.”
Peter’s charm breaks and he falls right into the ground just as Tony’s voice ricochets off the walls, “Parker!!”
“Oh NOOOOO.” Peter groans, quickly running through the list of every spell he knows and finding it extremely rude that no one had already invented an Oh Shit I’m About To Get In Trouble Can The Ground Just Make Room For Me Within It Ok Thanks Bye spell.
BuT tHat wOuLdn’T bE a uSEfuL sPElL fOr YoUNG WizARDs.
Okay, so he dies then.
Resigned to his fate, Peter sprawls atop the now dormant steps and just waits until the Head of his House finds him.
Tony arrives carrying Morgan on his hip and a dry, yet still vaguely amused expression. “Peter.” He greets.
“Professor.” Peter replies, in that same tone.
Tony looks behind him, cracking a grin, “Well, at least you got past the staircase this time.”
Peter throws himself back on the steps.
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If you need me, I’ll be over here in that MCU fandom space where several of the movies didn’t happen and instead all the Avengers are friends, go on random missions together, hang out in Avengers Tower, and co-parent Peter. Bonus points for the team mistakenly thinking at first that Peter is Tony’s biokid from an old dalliance.
Say it with me folks:
“Eat the rich” means 1%ers and billionaires
middle class is closer to poverty than being a multimillionaire
“The rich” does NOT include children of billionaires (come on we’re at least slightly better than the plagues of Egypt)
Upper middle class children SHOULD NOT feel guilt over having money
Being aware of privilege and using your privilege to help others IS NOT a guilt trip
Constantly feeling guilty helps no one
Billionaires, however, should feel guilty over hoarding wealth.
Upper middle class is NOT rich
Black Lives Matter
Trans rights are human rights