spider-man: so there's this new player-- or old player i guess-- in the mob. they call him Baba Yaga, but im pretty sure he's John Wick daredevil: daredevil: f u c k spider-man: what???? daredevil: frank's in town spider-man: *chokes* frank??? like frank castle frank???? daredevil: yes. spider-man: has a scary title. lover of dogs. kills mob members. breaks up dogfighting rings. not very verbose. freakily good with guns. daredevil: yes. spider-man: are we sure they're not related? daredevil: i have stark running a dna test as we speak
feels like fake news
Pre-whump Whumpee who talks nonstop about their interests, they’re the type of person to just come up and start talking to Caretaker unprompted about whatever has their attention that day. Caretaker gets a bit annoyed by it sometimes, but they don’t say anything, building resentment.
When Whumpee disappears, it all flips. Caretaker would do anything to hear them talk about their interests again. However, after Whumpee is rescued, they’re quiet, answering questions with a sentence or less, never wanting to go in depth. Caretaker tries to talk about anything they can think of, just to get the same few words out of Whumpee
Is that how God feels? Are we all just God's original characters?
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Okay but Cinnamon roll omega Peter Parker who is normally so docile and kind and shy
Going absolutely feral, throwing punches at anyone verbally abusing his Alpha. And his Alpha just picks him up and carries him off.
guys.
Tony’s a guest judge on the latest season on Masterchef meant for those in the 18-21 year old category. He’s not sure why the fuck he’s there when he can’t differentiate shit in the kitchen, but he’s definitely there to bump up the ratings.
He’s supposed to be giving insightful comments, maybe give a pep talk or two, comfort a candidate during a meltdown, but goes absolutely speechless when the first person to present his dish is 18 year old Peter Parker from Queens.
“Tony.” Rhodey hisses from the side. “Tony.”
“Absolutely brilliant. Five stars. You know what? Make it ten. It’s fantastic. Cooked just right.”
Beside Tony, Rhodey’s trying not to cuss up a storm, “You haven’t even tasted it, man!”
Tony accepts the fork that’s handed to him, his gaze still fixed on pink-cheeked smiley Peter. Stabs his fork through a piece of chorizo and pops it into his mouth.
“…comments, Tony?” The host prompts him, somewhat nervously.
“Nothing. He’s perfect.”
“I meant…the food. Your comments on the food.”
Peter’s trying to maintain his composure, but it’s obvious he finds the whole situation hilarious.
“Look, I’m not even qualified to judge a cooking competition, but what do you feel about being my personal chef?”
The person behind the camera is yelling “Cut!” and Pepper is in him in a heartbeat, her stiletto heels clacking ominously against the floor.
“Tony-“
“Seriously.” Tony sets the fork down. “You should see my kitchen. It’s state of the art. Pepper.” He turns to his personal assistant. “Tell him how fantastic my kitchen is.”
“Um.” Peter glances uncertainly towards the side where the producers are in the midst of a heated discussion whether that little segment should be left in for airing. “…that’s nice?”
Pepper smiles apologetically at Peter, “I’m sorry. Really.”
“It’s fine. Not everyone can say that they’ve been on Masterchef and got flirted with by the Tony Stark. But seriously, how’s the food? I did spend an hour trying to perfect this.”
“Honestly, kid. I’m gonna maybe need a personal demonstration of how you cooked this dish. You know-“ Tony gestures uselessly with his hands. “-for evaluation purposes.”
“Uh huh. Of course.”
Obviously, it’s a competition and Tony can’t be having favorites, but it’s obvious who he’s rooting for. The episode airs with that little clip of Tony flirting kept in, and the ratings go insane. A couple of episodes later, Peter announces that he’s withdrawing from the competition because of a much better offer and Tony officially interrupts the live episode with a,
“Yes, as my boyfriend.”
coquette tumblr girls love to compare themselves to prey animals. uhm no. deer will literally shred you with their kicking hooves and they are beautiful and strong. you are something else that rolls over and dies.
'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'
what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip
Only two ADHD tasks
1) this task will take me five minutes but I couldn’t possibly do it because I have an appointment in six hour a
2) this task will take five hours but I’ll just do it first thing in the morning before I leave
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