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I hate when content creators are like “we don’t want to do fanservice or do things over and over again just because the audience likes them” well why not. im paying you guys aren’t i

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Pepper Potts meets Peter Parker for the first time and thinks he’s Tony’s son

Okay. I was robbed of a scene where Pepper Potts meets Peter Parker for the first time in Spider-Man: Homecoming. CAN YOU IMAGINE

Tony: Pepper, meet the kid. Kid, this is Pepper.

Peter: Hi. I’m Peter… Parker

Pepper to Tony: You did it, didn’t you? Of course. Why am I not surprised. Well, I hope you don’t have his penchant for attracting trouble, Peter.

Peter: Well, er…

Pepper: It’s very nice to meet you, Peter. Tony, has Legal seen him?

Tony: He’s sort of hush hush

Pepper: Tony!

Tony: What? We can’t let the public know who he is.

Peter: Please, Ms. Potts, you cant tell them.

Pepper: I’m sorry, Peter. There have been a lot of false claims before, all a ruse to get money. For the safety of the company and of Tony as well, I have to let Legal handle this. Secretly, of course. 

Peter: I don’t want any money. Not that it would hurt to have some money. But… Hold on a second. There are people out there claiming that they’re me?

Pepper: Yep. That’s why Legal needs proof that you are who you say you are. This means we’re gonna need some blood samples for a DNA test. 

Tony: He’s not an experiment.

Peter: I’m actually an accident. In a lab. During a field trip. 

Pepper: Okay. I do not need to know the specifics. Tony, I can’t run a paternity test if I don’t have all the variables 

Tony: Paternity test? Wait. You think he’s mine?

Peter: Oh. Mr. Stark’s not my– He’s not my–

Tony: We’re not�� I’m just mentoring him.

Peter: I have parents. Had parents. They died but I have an aunt.

Tony: Jeez, Potts. I can’t believe you’d think that. Well, I guess it’s not so outlandish. I mean, I did have a sordid past. And given Peter’s age, his above average intelligence–

Peter: Mr. Stark, sure, yeah he’s like a father figure. But I’m not his son. 

Pepper: Oh. I’m sorry. It’s just that working with Tony and taking care of his past girlfriends have made me quite prepared for the possibility that he has a child out there somewhere and will one day show up. So I just assumed… But wait. What was that about you being an accident in a lab?

Tony: Do we want to tell her? Pepper’s good with secrets.

Peter: Yeah?

Tony: Yeah! She’s motherly, she’ll take good care of you. Although, she is physically capable of hauling your ass back home if she thinks it’s necessary.

Peter: I guess that’s better than May knowing.

Tony: Ohhh, now that you mentioned it she’s the kind of person Aunt Hottie will get along with. She’ll send May daily reports.

Peter: Err nevermind

Pepper: You know, I’m right here.

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The ONLY reason Thanos won the first time around was because Captain America and Iron Man were on opposite ends of the universe and therefore the sheer weight of their Unresolved Sexual Tension was not strong enough to be felt by Thanos. Now they’re in the same room?? Now they’re FIGHTING TOGETHER???? Thanos will take one look at them and their Sheer Power will make him evaporate

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40?

Eh. Depends on the day.

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あしたの素＠ついった

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(I Am) A Little Wicked [Chapter 12]

A/N: I am not late! It’s still midnight, I count it! Anyway, here’s the next chapter, flipping back to Tony’s POV. Enjoy, and lemme know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Masterlist | Playlist | Summary/Warnings | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

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“Come on.” Tony waved Gamora in, stepping out of the doorway. He cast James a quick warning look, reminding him to keep an eye on her. James nodded, and Gamora turned back to them. “It’s downstairs, in his old lab, I think.” Tony kicked the pile of weapons. “We’ll just… leave these here.”

Gamora nodded, and she let Tony and James lead her down the hall and stairs.

Tony didn’t go into Howard’s lab much. He had his own built in the rest of the basement, with better tech and better ideas. Howard’s was only a relic of the past, and a relic that Tony didn’t care too much about at that.

Opening the door, Tony found himself surrounded by dust and cobwebs. He coughed, waving his hand around a bit, turning on the light. It was exactly how it’d been left over a decade ago.

The glowing blue cube Gamora described did sound familiar. Incredibly familiar, actually. Tony remembered Howard messing with it, mumbling about Captain America and the Red Skull. He never got very far with his tinkerings with the damned thing. It always seemed to best him.

But Tony hadn’t tried tinkering with it.

“Where did he…” Tony looked around, covering one eye for a moment. He spied a large box sitting under a desk in the far corner. Howard never was one for putting things in safe keeping. “Bingo.”

Tony grabbed the box, trying to tug it out. It was… heavier than he anticipated. “James?” Tony looked up.

James stepped forward without hesitation. Tony, in turn, kept an eye on Gamora, who didn’t seem like she was ready to charge for the box, but she wasn’t taking her eyes off of it either. She stood near the doorway too, waiting.

Tony didn’t trust her. Not in the slightest. She was trained, that was obvious. Smart, too. As to whether her true intentions really were destroying the space stone thingy, Tony couldn’t say. His gut said she was telling the truth, but then again, Tony wasn’t exactly dealing with something he had before. Right now, the only thing he was trying to do was keep calm with the overwhelming amount of new information. Aliens, all-powerful stones, it was a lot to take in.

“So how does this thing work exactly?” Tony asked as Bucky set the box on the biggest lab table in the middle of the room.

“There are six of them.” Gamora folded his arms. “When put all together and wielded by one person, they have the power of the entire universe right in the palm of their hand.”

“And this Thanos guy, he wants to wipe out half of the universe with them?” Tony hummed, figuring out how to open the box.

Gamora nodded. “He calls it balance. Says the only way for the universe is to sustain itself is for half of it to be wiped out.”

Tony looked up. “And how do you know all of this? This Thanos person, how do you know him?

The look in Gamora’s eye was tight and full of emotion Tony didn’t even want to try and decipher. “He was my father.” She swallowed. “Well, he said he was my father. He kidnapped me when he murdered half of my planet when I was a child. He raised me to be one of his assassins.” She closed her eyes. “I’ve killed enough for that man. I can’t let him kill even more.”

The emotion seemed sincere. Even James looked sympathetic, head cocked to the side. Though her story was oddly similar to his, Tony supposed.

“Yay,” Tony said softly when he finally figured out the latches to the box. It opened almost like automatic doors being pushed away from each other.

The space stone was right there, all blue and glowing just like Gamora had described. It was mesmerizing, almost, the way it pulsed in front of Tony’s face.

“That’s it,” Gamora said, taking a step forward. James stood between her and Tony, almost protectively. Whether of the stone or of Tony, Tony wasn’t quite sure.

Well, he was kind of sure.

“Okay.” Tony nodded. “Now what, lady?”

Gamora stared at it, then looked back up at Tony. “You need to destroy it.”

“And how do you suppose I do that?” Tony put his hands on his hips, eyebrow arched. “You said it yourself, it’s an all-powerful cheat code to the universe.”

“I don’t know,” Gamora admitted, running a hand through her hair. “But you can’t let Thanos get to it.”

Tony sighed. “And do we have an ETA on this Thanos?”

“He won’t come himself.” Gamora started to pace. “He’ll send someone else, one of his people to get it for him.”

“Well that sounds cowardly,” Tony mused. He grabbed the papers that were also in the box, Howard’s notes on the space stone. That he called the Tesseract, apparently. Tony flipped through them, skimming for something useful. “Any idea who he’ll send and how we’re supposed to handle them?”

Gamora paused. “I know exactly who he’ll send.” Her voice was soft, pained. “He’ll know that I’ve run by now. He knows I’m here before him.”

“So he’s going to send someone who’s on par with you,” Tony filled in, glancing up from the papers.

“No.” She shook her head. “He’s going to send someone he knows I won’t be willing to kill.”

Tony nodded slowly, studying Gamora’s pained features. She had her arms wrapped around her middle, almost protectively. All things considered, Tony almost felt bad for her.

He didn’t quite doubt her story anymore. Even if she was lying about what exactly the space stone could do and even if her story had little to no proof, it seemed to wild to make up. Certain things just didn’t add up if her endgame was for her own gain. Or anyone else’s, for that matter.

Tony didn’t trust Gamora in the slightest, but he did at least believe she believed what she was saying.

“And who would that be?” Tony asked. His voice was firm but gentle enough to let her be lured into a false sense of comfort.

Gamora blinked a few times, taking in a shaky breath. “My sister.”

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About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.

Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total lost. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”

Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.

And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.

I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕

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*hits the bong* ya know……i used to be a smart kid . i was so f ucking smart man. i can’t even read anymore dude

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what if Steve is a Knitting Boy

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THE SAD, STRANGE LIFE AND DEATH OF DEVONTE HART: THE CRYING BLACK BOY WHO FAMOUSLY HUGGED A COP

After Ferguson, a viral photo turned the tween into a symbol of post-racial America. But his murder — at the hands of his adoptive white mother — shows how much of an illusion that all really was

We don’t yet know if 15-year-old Devonte Hart died when his adoptive white mother, Jen Hart, 38, stomped on the gas pedal and drunkenly, intentionally, drove her 2003 GMC right off the edge of America. We do know the SUV plunged 100 feet down the cliffside and crashed into the Pacific Ocean, killing her, along with Sarah Hart, 38, Devonte’s other adoptive white mother, and four of his siblings: 

Markis, 19 

Jeremiah, 14 

Abigail, 14

Ciera, 12

The apparent murder-suicide remains an open mystery.

At present, Devonte is listed as missing. Local authorities haven’t recovered his body, nor have they located his sister, Hannah Hart, 16.

(Devontes bio mom) Sherry Davis’ children were forcibly removed from her home by Texas authorities due to her struggle with cocaine addiction. Davis, who was complying with her court-ordered drug treatment program, also fought to get her children home. But before she could get them back, they were adopted by a couple in Minnesota: the Harts. 

In light of what we now know about his murderous adoptive white mothers — who’d been cited for a pattern of repeated child abuse dating back to 2008 — this powerful image twists into a more potent symbol. A symbol of systemic failure. Far more heartbreaking than anyone imagined at the time.

If you want to everything click HERE

#StayWoke 

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I’ve compiled every raw ass quote from tumblr shitposts into my phone and i’m gonna use every single one of them in my campaign at some point.

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AAAAAAAA PLAY WITH SOUND AGAIN OMG MY HEART

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has anyone ever had the problem where you literally never want to do anything that you cannot reap benefits from immediately

like maybe I’m hungry but everything I have in the house at the moment would take 10+ minutes to prepare so I just……put off making the food for WAY longer than it would have taken to prepare the food when I first got hungry

Or i want to order some necessary thing online but the website says it will take a week to get here and i’m like “oh well fuck that” so I put off ordering it for like a week

Or if im like “I should clean my room because I like when it’s clean” but I know it’ll take me a couple hours so I don’t do it for like six months

It’s like there are only two times for me: right this instant and The Entire Rest Of The Future.

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sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)

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So lately there’s been a lot of scary things happening in media (journalism is dying and there’s huge media layoffs, Amazon, Disney and Netflix are taking over everything, etc). I want everyone to remember how truly amazing and unique AO3 is and the sheer amount of organization and work it takes for it to be independent - many of you on here are young and may not know how much it changed being a fan. Read your history.

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