#ex starker

[spideyslag]

Around the, say, 43rd or so time I heard Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call I got the the idea in my head for this complicated starker exes AU (because as we all know by now I love a past starker fic) which involved (this is so complex I saw it in my mind im so sorry) Tony and Peter having been on the same incredibly popular TV show in Peters youth/adolescence (some kind of syndicated family sitcom type, think Sarah Lynn and Bojack) and with a lot of ambiguity of the early, very young years, in Peters teen years its pretty obvious there's an element of inappropriateness and likely/implied/maybe explicit grooming there. (I never sorted out the relationship between their characters, but father-son is a possibility) As Peter reaches adulthood this reaches the precipice of Tony leaving his wife to be with and eventually marry Peter in his early 20s. (And of corse the media doesn't see it as concerning as it is)

Of corse, the marriage was built on the rocks and was never going to last, and ends pretty fast and hard. Which was the vibe I got from Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call. Peter, the first Christmas after the divorce, angry, rightfully bitter, but most of all plain old tired.

I saw this fic as a kinda artsy, creative project which kinda weaved three storylines; the grooming (them on the TV show, the behind the scenes interactions, other peoples thoughts and feelings), the troubled relationship, and the aftermath. the aftermath I even though about constructing as a kinda tell all documentary type thing.

I considered the idea of Peter being in a new, much more peaceful relationship. it's clear Peter is not who he once was, but he is trying to have a peaceful, safe life now and heal. I really considered this new relationship being A) co star from a project he was In during the marriage who Tony hated at first sight for being handsome and kind to Peter (who hated Tony, too, but hid it better), or, even being a costar from their show way back when who always felt uncomfortable with Tony and Peters relationship, but kept contact with Peter over the hears (sure, half the cast did too) to keep an eye on him. Him not loving how him and Peter fell into something together once they were both adults but still struggling to see himself as better than Tony. I was thinking either Stephen or Bucky if I went with the second, Steve or Bucky for the first.

Anyway, I say all this because there is no chance I will write all that before Christmas and I wanted to get the idea out into the world.

[rainghosted]

Peter was in his last year of college and he just found out that his professor on his course was his ex boyfriend.

Peter Parker walked into his first day of senior year at college, feeling optimistic about his final year. He had worked hard, taken on internships, and built up a good academic record. All he had left was his senior project and a few required courses. The toughest one on his list was Advanced Engineering, which he had heard was notoriously difficult, but he figured he could handle it. What Peter didn’t expect was the surprise waiting for him behind the professor’s desk.

As he entered the classroom, Peter glanced at the whiteboard and saw the name "Professor Stark" written in bold letters. A familiar name. Too familiar. His heart skipped a beat as a wave of memories flooded his mind.

No way. It couldn’t be that Stark.

Peter slid into a seat near the back, trying to calm his racing heart. He hoped, prayed, that it was just a coincidence. That maybe this "Professor Stark" was someone else entirely. But when the door to the classroom swung open and in walked none other than Tony Stark—the Tony Stark—Peter’s ex, his worst fears were confirmed.

[garaks-padded-bra]

I only close this skylight that is directly over my bed so that I don't float out of it and into the maw of a ufo, sort of like what happened to Linda Napolitano except for the fact that she is a liar and I'm not. Also, another difference is the aliens liked me for my vibe and didn't do experiments on me - I just don't want to go up there again cuz the first time it happened I freeballed my way into the sky and mooned the city of Paris cuz they didn't warn me and I was starkers and also my ex gleebo is up there and like we ended it on good terms but she keeps asking to probe me "casually" and "as a friend" but we all know how those kind of relationships end up loll

[professional-benaddict]

Stephen swiftly drops off the forms, and heads out. He is pretty sure he remained unseen by both Peter and Tony. He heard through the grapevine that they had broken up a few weeks after it happened. The doctor would rather not stick his nose into all that.

The ER waiting room is getting more empty. People ahead of them in line are being called in, but Tony and Peter still remain. And eventually, they are the only ones left.

Peter thinks of what to say, as does Tony. They are both just about to turn around to say something, but then a doctor comes through the doors.

“Anthony Stark?”

Tony nods towards the doctor, a little taken aback. He turns to look at Peter, and the younger man has his head low.

“You know… take him instead. He’s probably worse off.” Tony says to the doctor, nodding his head towards Peter.

“Tony, you were first…” Peter tries, but his voice is too gentle. The gesture warms Peter’s heart.

“Take him first. I’ll wait.”

“If you’re certain, sir.” The doctor says, and Tony nods.

Peter goes to stand up and he looks at Tony while holding his injured hand. He gives his ex a smile. A warm smile that Tony used to get everyday, but now it has been years since the last time.

Tony watches with a heavy heart as Peter walks away from him. Again.

since we both have snow now and have to be careful so we don’t slip!!

exes tony and peter meeting in the ER after they both fell and hurt themselves on ice/snow🥴🥴 it’s a loooong and awkward wait… - @professional-benaddict 🐇💗

They were sitting in the crowded waiting room. Their backs to each other as the only chairs were pushed together.

Peter had just arrived and was sitting down and trying to fill out his paperwork with his left hand. It's taking him forever to fill out. He slipped and fell and landed on his wrist funny, a bruise was already forming, and it hurt to move.

" Fuck. Why did Cho have to be out of the country. Don't answer that Happy. This place is a mad house. Better go park the car. And wait tol I call and escape this hellscape."

Peter blinked and akwardly turned around.

" Tony?"

Tony stay up straight and turned around, his cellphone pushed against his ear.

" Shit. No. No worries. I'll call. Yeah. Bye"

Tony ends the call and puts his phone back in his pocket.

"Peter. This isn't the type of place I would expect to.... run into you again."

" Me either. But ya know. The ice isn't playing nice. "

Peter lifts up his injuried wrist that's badly wrapped in his scarf.

Tony nods little.

" Yeah... pretty sure I messed my knee up with the same thing"

They both check each other out. It's been three years since the blow-up, and then the break up. Peter stormed out of their place. A week later, Bucky showed up and gathered all of Peter's things.

They sit there akwardly for a moment before they both try to speak at the same time.

" Well, I hope you can get sorted -"

" You're looking good,"

They stare at each other for a moment. Peter blushes a little and then nods his head.

" I umm thanks Tony. I.. I'm just gonna finish up my paperwork work."

And turns back around. Peter did NOT need to have a crisis in the middle of the ER waiting area.

" Yeah.. yeah, I hope it gets sorted for you, too."

Tony turns back around and sees the guy across the way from him laughing. Rolling his eyes, he flipps them off before he sits there crossing his arms. Then, he decides on pulling his phone back out and texting his platypus.

The Greatest: so. I fell. Hurt my knee. Been siting for almost a hour for a doctor.Ran into Peter. He looks amazing.Don't know when I will get seen.

Platypus: wait you saw Peter? Do.Not.Engage. I know you Tones. Don't open that can of worms. Let him move on. Also how did you hurt your knee?

The Greatest: Too late. Ice. Should I told him I've been sober since the break?

Platypus Calling....

Tony moves the call the voicemail and puts the phone back in his pocket.

And then 30 minutes later it gets more akward. See. Dr. Strange came over to the nurses station to drop off some forms. Now this isn't odd. But what makes it interesting is that....

After Peter and Tony broke up, Peter ended up going out with Stephen for a bit. Nothing serious. Just dipping his toes back into the dating field. Which worked for Stephen. And well. Stephen and Tony actually dated off and on years before Peter came into the picture with Tony.

[palmersluvr]

indulge me i don’t even know with what but god there is is a DROUGHT

getting even

summary: you and your ex boyfriend luigi cuck your current idiot of a boyfriend after you catch him in bed with a HOOKER 😱

warnings: male tears, cucking, head (f!receiving) luigi is cocky asf and a munch

notes: please ignore. way too high and thought this was profound

“are you FUCKING kidding me?”

there your boyfriend was, in bed with a hooker. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

well that’s a lie, if anything you knew this would come eventually, you’d just been way too naive to admit it to yourself.

malcom’s eyes widened as he scrambles to cover himself, his face flushing red.

"b-b-baby, p-please," he stammers, tripping over his words like an absolute numptie. “it’s n-not what it l-looks like!"

you cross your arms, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you mock his pathetic stutter. "b-b-bullshit, m-malcom! i let you live here r-r-rent f-f-free and this is how you r-r-repay m-me???”

your eyes darted to the prostitute still sprawled across your bed, clutching the sheets like they’d save her.

with a voice sharp enough to cut glass, you snap, “and you, get the fuck out of my house, NOW!”

the woman flinched, scrambling to gather her scattered clothes in a frantic heap. as she stumbled to her feet, she shot malcom a venomous glare, spat directly on his chest, and hissed, “DICKHEAD!” clutching her belongings, she bolted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you turn your gaze to malcom, who sat frozen, the spit glistening on his chest, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. with a voice cold and steady, you murmur “put some clothes on and pack your shit.”

malcom’s eyes glisten with tears, his lip trembling as he looked up at you, desperation in his voice. “no.” he chokes out, shaking his head weakly.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a smirk curling your lips as you lean n slightly. “no? you sure?” you said, voice dripping with mockery. “alright, i’ll just give luigi a call then, heard he’s back in town.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

luigi, your ex boyfriend, was someone you parted ways with not because of any betrayal or lack of chemistry, but simply because the distance between you became too much to deal with. you met him a few years back when you were both at the same college, and the connection was instant. electric, even.

he was charming, confident, and had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. but when he moved across the country for a job, the strain of a long distance relationship wore you both down. late night calls and sporadic visits couldn’t sustain the spark, so you mutually decided to end it, though you stayed on good terms. there was always a lingering "what if" in the back of your mind when it came to him.

now, standing in front of malcom, the contrast between the two men couldn’t be starker. sex with luigi was something else entirely… passionate, intense, and deeply satisfying. he knew exactly how to touch you, how to read your body, and he took his time, making sure you were left trembling and breathless.

with luigi, you never had to fake it, he could make you cum effortlessly, sometimes multiple times in a single night, leaving you blissed out and craving more. it was like he had a map to your desires, and he navigated it with ease.

malcom, on the other hand, was a disappointment in comparison. sex with him was lackluster, rushed, and entirely focused on his own pleasure. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even come close to getting you there.

it was mechanical, predictable, and left you feeling more frustrated than fulfilled. where luigi was a maestro in bed, malcom was like a clumsy amateur, fumbling through without a clue.

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

malcom’s teary eyes narrow at your taunt, his voice shaking but defiant. “you wouldn’t dare.” he said as he tried to call your bluff.

you smirk, unfazed, and pull your phone from your pocket. without breaking eye contact, you scroll to luigi’s name, tap the call button, and put it on speaker.

malcom sits there on the bed, frozen in shock, his wide eyes locked on the phone as if it were a ticking bomb. his mouth hangs open, the spit on his chest still glistening, his earlier defiance crumbling into pure panic.

after a few rings, the call connected, and luigi’s warm, familiar voice fills the room.

“hey you,” he says, his tone casual but laced with a hint of surprise and affection.

“heyy,” you reply, your voice smooth and deliberate. “heard you were back in town. been thinking about you lately.”

luigi chuckles, his voice dropping playfully. “oh yeah? you miss me?”

you lean against the wall, letting your tone turn flirty, a teasing edge to it. “yes, in fact… come over and fuck me.”

malcom’s jaw dropped further, his face paling as he stares, utterly speechless.

luigi pauses for a beat, then asked “what about that guy you’re with? whats-his-face?”

you rolled your eyes, glancing at malcom with disgust. “i just caught him in bed with a hooker,” you said flatly, watching malcom flinch as if you’d slapped him.

luigi burst out laughing, the sound rich and unrestrained. “i warned you about him.”

you sighed, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i know, i’m an idiot, okay? i own up to it. shut up and come over. i miss your dick.”

luigi’s voice dropped, thick with heat. “well i miss how your pretty pussy tastes. it’s all i think about whenever i jerk off.”

you purr into the phone, “i know, baby.”

he chuckles darkly. “how about i eat you out while he watches?”

malcom lets out a choked sob, his hands covering his face as fat tears stream down his cheeks, his body shaking with pathetic whimpers.

you glance at him, then smirk. “you know what? that’s a good idea.”

luigi’s tone is all business now, laced with anticipation. “i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” the call ended with a click.

you toss the phone onto the bed and fix your gaze on malcom, who’s still sobbing, his face buried in his hands. “hear that?” you say, your voice sharp and unyielding. “and you’re gonna stay and watch. understand?”

malcom shoulders shake, but he lifts his head just enough to nod, tears streaking his face, his eyes hollow with defeat.

your anger flares, and you step closer, voice rising. “say you understand!”

malcom flinches, his voice barely a whisper through his sobs. “i understand.”

you smile.

“thank you.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

ten minutes later, a sharp, confident knock reverberates through the house, pulling you from the haze of your fury.

you stride to the front door, pulse hammering in your veins, and fling it open. there stands luigi, looking like he stepped out of a fever dream. he’s even sexier than you remember, his dark hair slightly tousled, his jawline sharper, muscles taut under a fitted black shirt that clings to his frame.

his eyes lock onto yours, sparking with that familiar mix of mischief and hunger. a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips, and before he can say a word, you grab the collar of his shirt, yank him toward you, and crash your lips into his.

the kiss is fierce, all heat and urgency, your tongues tangling as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. You’re still standing in the open doorway, the cool night air brushing your skin, but the world beyond him doesn’t exist.

he breaks the kiss just enough to lean in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you reply, your voice a sultry purr, thick with want as you linger close, your fingers still curled in his shirt.

his smirk widens, and he tilts his head, glancing past you into the house. “so, where’s the asshole?”

you chuckle, a dark edge to it, and step back, offering him your hand. “right this way.”

you lace your fingers with his, his grip warm and firm, and lead him through the house, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. the anticipation builds with every step, a delicious coil of heat tightening in your core. when you reach the bedroom doorway, you pause, taking in the sorry sight before you.

malcom is still slumped on the bed, a sniveling mess, his face splotchy and red from crying. tears stream down his cheeks, his hands tremble in his lap, and he’s too paralyzed by shock to even move. he looks like a broken toy, discarded and pathetic.

luigi leans casually against the doorframe, his smirk sharpening as he sizes malcom up. “hey man.” he says, voice smooth and taunting. “i’m luigi. what’s your name?”

malcom’s head jerks up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a mix of shame and fury. “you know my name! we went to penn together!” he snaps, his voice cracking, the words half swallowed by a sob.

luigi lets out a low, mocking laugh, unfazed, and steps closer, his presence commanding the room. he looms over Malcolm, his tone shifting to something colder, more pointed. “now why the fuck would you cheat on someone like her?” he asks, gesturing toward you with a tilt of his head.

“look at her, she’s smart as hell, kind, gorgeous, the whole package. what kind of idiot throws that away?”

you roll your eyes, the flattery stoking the fire already burning inside you. stepping toward luigi, you let your hand trail across his chest, your voice dropping to a sultry, impatient drawl. “kiss me.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

you’ve always dreamt about having sex with luigi again, the memory of his touch haunting your late night fantasies long after you parted ways.

his hands knew exactly where to grip, his mouth where to linger, his cock hitting every spot with relentless precision until you were a trembling, moaning wreck. he’d fuck you with a rhythm that felt like it was carved into your soul, deep, deliberate thrusts that stretched you perfectly, his fingers teasing your clit in sync until you shattered, screaming his name as your pussy clenched around him.

no one else ever came close to that kind of ecstasy, least of all malcom, whose clumsy attempts barely registered. but as much as you craved luigi’s body again, you never imagined it would happen like this… in front of another man, with malcom’s pathetic sobs as the backdrop.

currently, you’re sprawled on the bedroom floor, the cool hardwood pressing against your back as luigi’s face is buried between your thighs. his tongue is a fucking revelation, lapping at your dripping cunt with a hunger that makes your toes curl. he’s sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that sends electric shocks through your core.

his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking hard, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue, each one pulling a desperate moan from your throat. your juices coat his chin, glistening as he groans against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.

he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, slick and fast, while his mouth works your clit like he’s starving for it, teasing every sensitive nerve until your vision blurs. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your core against his face as you chase the edge of oblivion.

malcom’s still there, slumped on the bed, his tear-streaked face a distant blur. his whimpers are white noise, drowned out by the wet sounds of luigi’s tongue and the ragged gasps spilling from your lips. you didn’t expect this, luigi devouring you on the floor while malcom watches, broken and irrelevant but the raw power of it, the sheer dominance, only makes your pleasure sharper.

his fingers thrust deeper, curling inside your soaking cunt, stretching you just right as he pumps them in and out, the slick sounds mingling with your ragged moans. he pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with hunger as he growls, “missed doing this.”

you moan, your voice thick with need, “i know.” your hips buck toward his face, desperate for more, and he dives back in without hesitation. his tongue lashes at your clit, flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes before he sucks it hard, drawing a cry from your lips. his fingers don’t stop, plunging deeper, faster, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room as he works you toward the edge. he’s messy, ravenous, his chin drenched with your juices as he licks and sucks, his groans vibrating against your sensitive folds.

he lifts his head just enough to glance at malcom, his voice dripping with mockery. “see, asshole? this is how you please a woman.” his tongue dives back in, lapping at your dripping slit, tracing every fold before sucking your clit again, harder this time, making your back arch off the floor. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

malcom’s sobs grow louder, a pathetic wail that cuts through the haze of your pleasure but doesn’t dim it. he’s still slumped on the bed, his tear streaked face twisted in anguish, but he’s nothing. just a shadow in the room as luigi claims you.

luigi doesn’t stop, his tongue relentless, swirling and flicking your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper, the wet sounds obscene as your pussy clenches around him. his lips graze your folds, sucking them softly before diving back to your clit, teasing it with quick, precise licks that make your moans turn to screams. your hands claw at his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs tremble, the edge of release so close you can taste it.

“i’m gonna cum!” you gasp, your voice hoarse, desperate, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

luigi’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and feral, his lips glistening with your juices. “yeah, cum in my mouth,” he growls, his voice low and hungry. “i want it all.” he dives back in, his tongue lashing at your swollen clit, sucking it hard before flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes.

his fingers pump faster, deeper, curling just right, and the wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as he pushes you over the brink.

your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a scream tearing from your throat as your body convulses. your pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your juices flooding his mouth. luigi moans, his tongue lapping up every drop, greedy and relentless.

he doesn’t stop, his lips sucking your clit softly now, then licking along your slick folds, drinking in every bit of your release. his fingers slow but stay buried inside you, coaxing out the last shudders of your climax as your body trembles, your chest heaving with ragged gasps.

his chin is drenched, glistening with your cum, and he groans again, savoring the taste as he licks you clean, his tongue tracing every sensitive inch of your pulsing cunt.

you collapse back against the floor, your body spent, the afterglow washing over you like a warm tide. luigi stays between your thighs for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he presses a final, lingering kiss to your clit, making you twitch.

then he shifts, stretching out beside you, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand rests on your thigh, possessive, as you both lie there, the air thick with the scent of sex and the quiet hum of your shared satisfaction. your heart still races, your skin tingling with the memory of his touch, and you can feel the slickness between your legs, the evidence of what he’s done to you.

luigi turns his head, his eyes narrowing as they land on malcom, still slumped on the bed, his face a mess of tears and snot, his crying having now subsided.

his voice cuts through the room, cold and commanding, dripping with disdain. “i think you should get the fuck out of her house and never come back.”

ur all probably gonna read this and be like “palmy what the fuck” but i had to get this out of my system idk😭

tags: @alleviatcd @luigisbambinaaa @diors002 @corrodeddeadlydoll @contrarianshitstan-blog @weegeewifey @mangionesdoll @mangobabygirl @luigisnumber1fan @fligniuz @number1yearner @soulsmangione @ohsorrythen @bbyelle12 @briarloves @mangionesdaisy @thm12 @purplebadd1e @kikigoogoogaga @daydreamingwithluigi

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[nearlysurvived]

I just read an "Iron Dad" fic where Tony describes his.. fatherly feelings by saying he fell in love with Peter, they're incredibly codependent, they keep falling into each other's arms (to hug) and Tony was described as "more jealous than a crazy ex-girlfriend".

Happy made a joke about Peter being 'spoken for' and Pepper straight up went 'if I made you leave, Tony would divorce me for you (but i like you so we're cool)'.

Ngl i do love this genre of fic, but also i do wonder if they're self-aware about their starker tendencies.

[starkerfestivals]

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[rubypearlbubbles]

Okay one-shot or on going fic about starker promts, vote (at some point every of them will be released, its just which one should released first)

1-) While spending the summer at a quiet vacation house, Tony’s son breaks up with his boyfriend. As emotions run high, Tony finds himself unexpectedly involved, offering quiet comfort—and maybe feeling more than he should.

2-) Peter spends the summer with his family next door to Tony Stark, a reserved yet intriguing older man. As the quiet days pass, Peter becomes drawn to Tony’s world, seeking out his company more and more—until innocent interactions begin to blur into something deeper.

3-) Peter gets involved with Tony Stark, the mysterious owner of an underground poker club with rumored mafia ties. What starts as a series of small tasks turns into something much darker, as Peter slowly realizes Tony has been pulling the strings from the very beginning.

[starkercreamery]

Build your own Starker Fic 🌟 based on:

birthday (peter)

birthmonth (tony)

zodiac sign (trope)

phone battery percentage (dynamics)

🕸️ Birthday 🕸️

1-3 Doctor Peter

4-6 Trans Peter

7-9 Spider man Peter

10-12 Whump Peter

13-15 Femme Peter

16-18 Fairy in Disguise Peter

19-21 Werewolf Peter

22-24 Actor Peter

25-26 Professor Peter

27-29 MIT Student Peter

30-31 Lawyer Peter

🤖 Birthmonth 🤖

January - Highschool Tony

February - Iron Man Tony

March - Actor Tony

April - Werewolf Tony

May - King Tony

June - President Tony

July - Tony needs a Hug

August - Alien Tony

September - Superior Iron Man Tony

October - Professor Tony

November - Down and Out Tony

December - Divorced Tony

🌷 Zodiac Signs 🌷

Aries - Secret Relationship

Taurus - Single Parents

Gemini - Friends to Enemies

Cancer - Soulmates

Leo - Domestic

Virgo - Set in the Another Universe

Libra - Sugar Baby

Scorpio - Creature Fic

Sagittarius - Fake Dating

Capricorn - Omegaverse

Aquarius - Heirs

Pisces - There's only One Bed

🔋 Battery Percentage 🔋

1%-10% sunshine x sunshine protector

11%-20% cocky flirt x angry blushing mess

21%-30% big + soft x tiny + scary

31%-40% bad boy who's in love the nerd x nerd who thinks bad boy is a bully

41%-50% tsundere x in love and won't hide it

51%-60% excited cutie x low energy but would do anything for cutie

61%-70% 24/7 horny x super shy

71%-80% angry boss x clumsy assistant

81%-85% both are completely unaware that they're practically dating

86%-90% exes to lovers

91%-95% lovers to enemies to lovers

96%-100% mutual pining

[justinspoliticalcorner]

The choice for president has seldom been starker. On one side is Donald Trump, a felonious and twice-impeached conman, raring to finish off the job of dismantling American democracy. On the other is Kamala Harris, a capable and experienced leader who stands for traditional democratic principles. Nevertheless – and shockingly – the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post have decided to sit this one out. Both major news organizations, each owned by a billionaire, announced this week that their editorial boards would not make a presidential endorsement, despite their decades-long traditions of doing so. There’s no other way to see this other than as an appalling display of cowardice and a dereliction of their public duty. At the Los Angeles Times, the decision rests clearly with Patrick Soon-Shiong, who bought the ailing paper in 2018, raising great hopes of a resurgence there. At the Post (where I was the media columnist from 2016 to 2022), the editorial page editor David Shipley said he owned the decision, but it clearly came from above – specifically from the publisher, Will Lewis, the veteran of Rupert Murdoch’s media properties, hand-picked last year by the paper’s owner, Jeff Bezos. Was Bezos himself the author of this abhorrent decision? Maybe not, but it could not have come as a surprise. All of this may look like nonpartisan neutrality, or be intended to, but it’s far from that. For one thing, it’s a shameful smackdown of both papers’ reporting and opinion-writing staffs who have done important work exposing Trump’s dangers for many years. It’s also a strong statement of preference. The papers’ leaders have made it clear that they either want Trump (who is, after all, a boon to large personal fortunes) or that they don’t wish to risk the ex-president’s wrath and retribution if he wins. If the latter was a factor, it’s based on a shortsighted judgment, since Trump has been a hazard to press rights and would only be emboldened in a second term. [...] Some news organizations upheld their duty and remained true to their mission. The New York Times endorsed Harris last month, calling her “the only patriotic choice for president”, and writing that Trump “has proved himself morally unfit for an office that asks its occupant to put the good of the nation above self-interest”. The Guardian, too, strongly endorsed Harris, saying she would “unlock democracy’s potential, not give in to its flaws”, and calling Trump a “transactional and corrupting politician”.

Margaret Sullivan at The Guardian on the cowardly abdication of the Washington Post and Los Angeles Times by refusing to endorse a Presidential candidate (10.25.2024).

The egregious and cowardly actions done by both the Washington Post and Los Angeles Times deciding to sit out the Presidential endorsements process this election is craven and cowardly, as both papers were set to endorse Kamala Harris (D). Even the New York Times, for all their faults, got it right by endorsing Kamala Harris.

[spider-mancan]

starker au where tony is may's ex-husband from before ben. their marriage was scandalous and tony was, well, tony, and it didn't end well.

later, after iron man, and after pepper leaves him, tony decides to focus more on the individual lives around him and makes amends where he can. it's sam's idea, the idiot. but tony get in contact with may, just to apologize, and she offers her thanks and support. she mentions FEAST. tony offers to invite her to a big event, just to get some high profile donors. platonic, of course. he gives her a plus one.

she brings her nephew.

if tony is intrigued -- entranced, alarmed, besotted, and altogether a much worse person than he previously understood -- he doesn't say anything. if he invites may to more events hoping that peter tags along, that's his own business.

media thinks, quite loudly, that may is tony's rebound. tony can't manage to explain he's actually trying to hit on her nephew.

[spideyslag]

My playlist titled “inappropriate ass emotional affair” (age gap implicit), a completely different playlist than my Starker playlist and my exes starker playlist

[dangermousie]

What a contrast with her spineless weasel ex, who let his family abuse her. Here is DG standing up for her to his mother. As an older lady, let me tell you - when you are young and in love, you probably don't even think about it, but your partner being able to stand up to their family for you is one of dealbreaking things in any relationship.

When he tells that to his mom and then tells YJ they should go. OMG!

This was great because she can't say she loves him, she is not a liar, not really. But this is the absolute truth, isn't it? And I love that she barely knows him but she still knows him enough to know he will not betray and abuse her.

And he apologizes afterwards, even though he stopped it as soon as he came in and he didn't know they'd meet or anything. The contrast with her awful ex couldn't be starker.

[angkis]

Not exactly an ask, but rather a movie rec with some ulterior motives, hehe. I figured you might be interested in checking out Pilgrimage (2017) Because of cute curly novice Tom Holland's dynamic with buffy, ptsd-suffering ex-crusader Jon Berthal👀

Hmmmmhmhm thanks for the movie rec!! 👁️👁️👁️👁️ I looked it up, saw like two pictures and ohmylord yes you're onto something 🙏 I'm gonna watch it when I get the chance!!! 😳

Btw this reminds me I have a work in progress starker piece that I think you're gonna like!! 😳 (it's a little complicated so idk when I'm gonna finish it, but I just love the idea way too much to let it goooo)

[winterspiderpurrs]

So on the radio Pink was playing and the lyrics

" I wanna get in trouble

My ex will start a fight

Na-na-na-na, na-na, na

He's gonna start a fight

Na-na-na-na, na-na, na

We're all gonna get in a fight"

Hit me as a good Starker WinterSpider and or WinterIronSpider

Like imagine Peter staying friends with his ex(s)[maybe they parted on mutual terms] and either current boyfriend or potential interest of Peter did something or they overheard something and caused a big scene.

I wants it!

[whateverithinkof]

Daily Fanfic Rec (Day 32)

Avengers

5/26/2024

Masterlist

Title: House Stark

Author: von_gelmini

Words: 1,556

Chapters: 1

Completed?: Yes

" 'We're not all you,' Peter muttered almost silently under his breath, not raising his head from scrolling on his tablet.

'That's not what Vogue Hommes said when they wrote that they hadn't seen anyone as 'electrifying' on the runway since I walked twenty five years ago. 'The next Tony Stark', I believe was the quote.' Tony snorted. 'I'll just call Azza and inform him of the mistake.' "

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A fast-paced starker fic consisting of ex-model Tony Stark, his runway show, and his model Peter Parker. Peter knows what's best for Tony's show, but will Tony accept these changes?