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I’d pay top dollar to watch this for an hour

❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

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this is soo sweet

Parents Supporting Their LGBT Kids During Pride Month.

trying to prove a point to my parents

like if you think there are only 2 genders

reblog if you think there are more than 2 genders

((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Sir Ian McKellen attended the Evening Standard Theatre Awards in London, Nov 13.   

PARALLEL HEARTS | ITSY BITSY

a/n: literally was crying and cheering in the theater and i came home to write this cause i had to. hope you guys like it! i'll tag spoilers down below so those of you who haven't seen it don't come across this fic. if you have seen it WHAT DID YOU THINK?? i'm about ready to explode from the insanity that movie was.

BE WARNED NO WAY HOME SPOILERS ARE AHEAD OF YOU.

summary: in a world where people know that peter parker is enemy #1, you find yourself thrown into the middle of things. all cause of an unexpected visitor who dropped in.

word count: 3.6k+

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader (not tom holland guys)

warnings: not explicit, slight cussing, quantum physics jokes, a frazzled spider-man, some shitty explanation about the multiverse theory, and yearning.

Your stereo shouldn’t have been blaring at a time like this.

The world knew who Spider-Man was and as you shut off the news and focused on the pile of papers that needed to be graded, you tried not to feel bad for the kid who had his life screwed up this badly. Granted you didn’t know him, let alone understood what was happening, but the world had turned into a crazy place ever since Tony Stark started flying through the skies of New York City.

Helicopters flew over your building, causing your window to rattle just as they started doing when word spread around Queens that a boy/superhero had killed someone. You weren’t one to point fingers so quickly which is why you shut off the television. Already agitated by what they were playing. If you had to hear J. Jonah Jameson ramble on one more time about Peter Parker being a villain you were sure that you’d hurl your phone into the screen of your t.v.

“Poor kid,” you muttered, sipping at the coffee you made earlier and grimacing at the cold liquid that you were greeted with.

You had to stop leaving your mugs forgotten about in the kitchen.

To be fair there was a sensible reason why you forgot said mug. The small white board in your living room was taking up all your time as you went over equation after equation. If you had known becoming a professor’s paid assistant would mean going over calculations you hadn’t done in years, you weren’t sure you would have taken the job. Except you happened to like the eating and living part of being in this city.

Nothing came cheap.

Yet another helicopter flew overhead, causing you to shut your eyes in a moment of silence in the hopes that things would go back to the way they were. Eventually they would leave him alone. For the time being you just had to get used to the fact that you lived way too close to where his building was. Perhaps it was time for a change in lease.

“Divide this by the-”

A bang echoed outside. Loud enough to make you slightly wary. Slightly.

Standing, you glanced towards the window in the hopes that it was simply nothing. A car backfiring or even someone running into something. Nothing strange happened in this area. Well - that is until a boy with superhuman strength calling himself Spider-Man decided to take up the mantle as hero of Queens. It had been sometime since his secret had been revealed and yet they still flew over his building. Checking in to see how the new celebrity was.

None of that mattered.

“Focus,” you mumbled, erasing the pencil marks in your notebook as you continued. “Divide this by the denominator-”

Bang!

Bang!

BANG!

You scrambled off your couch as something thumped harshly and rather loudly against your now cracked window. The first thing you grabbed was of course not the knife that sat on the counter beside you, or even the crowbar you had somehow ended up finding in the back of your closet when you moved in. No. You had to grab the cheese grater out of all things available to you in the time of panic.

“Shit!” you shouted, as the window slid open. Pieces of glass now falling to your rug.

Great, time to throw that out.

The time for bravery was two minutes ago except you could barely get your feet to shift forwards. Part of you wanted to scream for help, but then you saw what exactly had hit your window. Or actually…who had hit the glass. Standing still enough to resemble a statue, you watched the very kid they were after crawl into your apartment. Red spandex suit and all, he grunted his way through the task.

Falling to the floor in the least graceful way possible.

You weren’t sure if you should go help or run for the hills. At this point moving to any other state sounded good to you. Only to remember a few seconds later that the purple fucker dusted people everywhere which meant that staying in Queens was possibly the best choice you could make at this time. Sighing, you dropped your arm, feeling the strain in your muscles from holding a cheese grater up for more than three minutes.

His head shot up. Large white suit eyes met yours and suddenly you came to the conclusion that he was in fact alive.

There was no plan in your mind for something like this. No grand scheme that you came up with in case Spider-Man fell into your apartment after being prosecuted for murder. Do you call the police? Except they might think that you were a part of everything he did and that would also drop you in a mess you didn’t wish to be in.

Either way, this didn’t look good.

“Um…hi?” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Internally you were panicking in every way you knew how to panic.

He shifted to his feet quickly, raising his hands up slowly. What would have been construed as a sign of peace to anyone else somehow did nothing but make you panic even further. Without a second thought, you chucked the cheese grater at him. Yelping as it smacked him right on the head.

“Ow!” A gloved hand moved to clutch at his forehead. “A cheese grater?” he muttered, turning his gaze to the floor where your pathetic excuse for a weapon lay. “Out of all the things in a kitchen you grab a cheese grater.”

“You should have moved.”

There he was, back to staring at you through the unnerving white eyes that you now hated with a passion. How they seemed to stare right into the very depths of your soul you didn’t know. You weren’t sure that you wanted to find out though. Not with the way things were going.

“I should have moved?”

“Well aren’t you Spider-Man?”

“You threw the-” He raised his hands again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge into your home or-” Shifting his foot he cringed at the sounds of glass shards being kicked around. “-break your window.”

If someone had told you that one day Spider-Man would be standing in your living room, apologizing for breaking your window, you would have laughed at them. This had to be a joke right? He couldn’t possibly be standing there, rubbing his head and attempting to place a piece of your window back only for it to fall again. Breaking further. You should stop him before there’s nothing but sand left beneath his feet, only the shock of the situation still hasn't subsided.

“So you are him right?”

“What?” Cringing again when another piece broke off, crashing to the floor, he turned his attention back to you.

“You’re…him?”

“I’m him?”

“Peter Parker?” you asked, watching as he froze. “Or are you not the kid they tried to convict?”

A long beat of silence followed your words and if there’s one thing you were sure of it’s that awkward silences were not your strong suit. Silence you could do, but this…waiting for the other to respond. You weren’t sure what to do in situations such as this one. The thought of walking out the door sounded appealing to you, but then that would leave him in your apartment unattended to.

“How do you-” Glancing behind him at the still broken window, you wondered if he would leave the same way he came in. Your building had a fire escape which is why him slamming into the window didn’t make any sense. “Nobody should know that.”

“It’s all over the news.” You reached for the remote, flipping to the closest news channel you could find that still plastered Peter’s name everywhere they could. “Are - are you not him?”

He shook his head, reaching for the top of his mask, yanking it off just as quickly to reveal - not Peter Parker. Which meant there was a stranger standing in your living room. You grabbed for something else to throw at him in the hopes that he would leave as ungracefully as he came in. Except something sticky latched onto your wrist, forcing you to stand right where you were. Even if you tried to reach for it - which you did - he simply yanked you back into place, the panicked expression on his face nearly matching yours entirely.

“I think something is wrong,” he said softly, looking at the decor on the walls around him.

“Yeah something is wrong. There’s a grown man standing here dressed as Spider-Man!” you shouted. An overdramatic response if you said so yourself, but there wasn’t much else to do. He had you unable to move as he tried to figure out whatever existential crisis he was going through in the span of fifteen seconds.

He shook his head, raising his hand and releasing the web on your wrist. “Sorry. I - I don’t think I’m in the right…how do I say this? Where am I?”

“Queens?”

“Right.” You watched him sit on the chair near your window as he mulled over what was happening. “But this isn’t my Queens.”

“Your Queens? What do you mean-” Catching a small glance at the television you watched as a man with octopus legs fought Spider-Man on the highway. Which meant that the man sitting across from you was still technically Spider-Man just… “Your Queens,” you mumbled.

“I like what you’ve done with the place by the way.”

“What I’ve-”

He gestured to the art on the walls, the decor that you had carefully picked out over the years of living here. “This used to be my place. Well - obviously not my place, but…you know.”

“Is that why you came here?” you asked, turning towards the bookshelf that housed all the textbooks you used as a professor’s assistant. Getting a degree in quantum mechanics didn’t seem like something that would earn you a job quickly, but in cases like this you found it came in handy.

He nodded. “I thought I might find my - girlfriend.” Coughing he scratched the back of his neck to avoid the sight of the tips of his ears turning red. “Technically I did, but seeing as how you don’t recognize me I’m going to say you’re not her.”

You nearly dropped the book on the ground as you spun to face him, your eyes wide. “Are you saying that I am your…well not me but the me of a different universe is your…” Again he nodded. “That’s fucking insane.”

“Thanks?”

“No!” Reaching for yet another book that might explain the reason for everything happening, you unceremoniously dropped it on the table. “I mean it’s obviously possible that I would date you. I am - you’re very - er - nice?”

Awkward didn’t even begin to cover what exactly was happening between the two of you.

If you had it correct - or even semi-accurate - the theory of parallel universes had just been proven to be in fact real. There was not enough scientific information to tell you what was happening and why, but thankfully there happened to be enough to explain some of it. Or at least the parts that you studied in college.

Flipping to the page you needed, you glanced over the words and equations until you came across something you recognized. The good old reliable term that used to make you rip your hair out from studying it.

“Have you ever heard of string theory?”

He stood quickly, joining you at the table and glancing at the textbook you were mulling over. “Yeah I studied it when I tried to figure out how I became well - Spider-Man. What does it have to do with this?”

“I know it sounds insane, but you’re saying that this is your home and I’m your girlfriend but I’ve never seen you before. You also said - your queens. What if the theory of the multiverse actually exists?”

Glancing at you he gently tugged the textbook his way to try and come up with a conclusion that would make sense to him. “Multiverse. So you’re saying that I am not from this universe.”

“Think about it. The theory states that we reside in one universe, but that one universe would be surrounded by a number of infinite universes. Each one with their own qualities and differences. In your universe you are Spider-Man - Peter Parker - and yet here you are-”

“Not him. Except something massive would have to happen for me to be brought here. If string theory is correct it means that each universe is like a membrane. But something had to bring me here.” He muttered over the textbook, reading the theories that were written and the notes you had scribbled in the margins years ago. “What if the universes - the membranes - what if they-”

“Collided,” you said, flipping to yet another book. “That might explain why you were yanked out of your home.”

“But what would have caused them to collide?”

Reaching for your phone you tried to ignore the number that was there from years ago when you were first starting out in trying to be a professor’s assistant. Your paths crossed with him when he came on campus to visit the woman you were working for at the time. One coffee later and you were helping him on things that he found fascinating. Really all you could think was that you were far too naive to involve yourself with the likes of him.

“I might have someone who can help…” you said, scrolling until you found his number. “Although he and I haven’t spoken in forever.”

“Do you think he might know what’s going on?”

You laughed dryly, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle on your shoulders and it was barely five o’clock. “Oh he definitely might have an idea.”

Peter nodded, turning back to the pages as he tried to divulge as much information as he could. Never having studied the multiverse, he wasn’t sure what exactly occurred for him to have been brought here and yet, things that were strange always happened to him.

Your heart began to speed up faster than you would have liked it to, but then again you were about to call someone who you had a major crush on. An inappropriate crush, but still it was there. What more did you have to lose already? A different Peter Parker was sitting beside you, munching on a small plate of carrots you had cut up for yourself as he read about the multiverse.

This day couldn’t have gotten any more insane than it already was.

Of course his number went to voicemail. “Hey Stephen, it's me. I don’t know if you remember who I am, but if you do and you aren’t busy please call me back. There’s a situation happening that I think might be your doing. A Peter Parker situation.”

“Will he help?” he asked.

“I don’t know. He’s not really an expert in…this,” you replied, getting up to find something else for him to eat. Traveling across universes must have taken a toll on his body.

“Then what is he?”

You sighed, recalling the sights of him fighting in a suit that didn't look familiar. “He’s - something.” Pulling out the cold pizza from last night you dropped a few slices onto a plate and set it on the table, watching him reach for it instantly. “Since you’re not in the right place, you’re welcome to stay here tonight.”

That must have shocked him immensely, because he froze mid bite. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Sure laughing at a time like this was not the best move, but the whole situation did seem rather ridiculous to you. “You’ve already smashed my window and are studying the multiverse theory on my kitchen table. Sleeping on my couch isn’t going to impose on my night.”

Convincing him to agree to this would take some time so you decided to already make the decision for him. There would be no place outside that would be safe from people already trying to go after Spider-Man. As of this moment he was homeless and in need of some clothes to cover his suit. So you grabbed the first thing you could find. An old NYU sweatshirt that had been sent to you in the men’s size. Normally you wouldn’t have minded if the sleeves didn’t practically drag on the floor.

“You can wear this tonight. I have some sweatpants my friend left here that might fit you,” you said, handing him the clothes and leaving to go find extra blankets and pillows.

Was it strange that a completely different Peter Parker, who claimed to be dating an alternate universe you, was staying on your couch? Yes. Except you couldn’t really let any of that bother you at a time like this. Especially not now when he was still standing in your living room now changed into the comfy clothes. He looked strangely - at home. In his element, as if he was merely getting ready to watch a night of t.v. with you.

“I don’t have very many extra blankets.” You handed him the large oversized purple throw blanket you bought on a whim two months ago. “The heater in this building gets really warm so it shouldn’t be too cold at night.”

“It’s okay,” he replied, throwing the blanket onto the couch with the pillow that said - embarrassingly enough - Quantum physicists have the best sex. They know all the super positions. “I like your pillow.”

A flood of heat rushed to the back of your neck and up your face, causing you to warm up within seconds. So much for wearing a sweater. All you really needed was a guy in your apartment, mentally teasing you every way he knew how about a pillow your friend had bought you as a graduation gift. You knew you should have thrown it out the window. There was actually still time now that the glass was broken entirely, letting in all manner of sounds and scents from the city streets below.

“Not sure if you want more food. There’s a really good sandwich place on the corner.” Gesturing which way to go you ignored the way he still held the pillow in his hands, biting back a smile.

In his universe it was him who had bought you this pillow. Something he found at a gift shop at your university and yet now…here it was. Staring him straight in the face as he watched you and all your awkward glory try to explain the area to him. He wanted to hug you. Feel the familiar warmth you emitted as a comfort for him and yet he knew it would only make you feel even more uncomfortable. That was the one thing he didn’t want happening.

Peter resided in shoving his memories of a different you out of his mind. You weren’t his. Not here and if he managed to get home, he would tell the other you all about his adventures. How he met someone who still managed to make him feel at home in a universe that was adamant on being against Spider-Man.

“Thank you,” he said, hoping that if he ended the night’s conversation here it would feel less awkward for you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Your expression softened, shifting into something he’d seen before. The very look that made him fall in love with you the first time around. If he wasn’t careful…it would happen again and he didn’t plan on staying here that long.

Things could have been different. You could have tossed him out at the first realization of who he was, but you didn’t. Instead you chose - rather stupidly - to involve yourself in a mess that wasn’t yours. A mess that you knew might get you killed eventually. Except then you saw it. The look of being lost that you once held on your own face at one time in your life. Okay at many times in your life.

He didn’t know this place - this world - and how could you call yourself a caring human if you sent someone on their way without so much as offering some help. Nodding, you offered him a small smile before heading back to the table to pour over a few more books. There had to be some explanation as to what happens when universes collide. Perhaps not scientifically proven, but theories had to be proven one way or another.

Might as well show the world that the multiverse does in fact exist with the help of a superhero.

You had to grade the papers that were still stacked on your table and with a reluctant sigh you dragged them towards you as Peter took the chair beside you to read some more. Sure, there was actual living proof of the most debated scientific theory ever created sitting beside you and yet you still had to get on with your life.

Life sure had a way of throwing curveballs at the oddest of times. Listening to the t.v. talk about the day some more as the echoes of people on the streets came in through the window, you did what you did best. Focused on the task at hand in order to come up with a solution.

The buzzing of your phone on the kitchen counter went unknown by either of you, as Peter began writing equations on the white board - the words Stephen Strange and voicemail popping up a few seconds later.