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I think it's about time I abandon my blog and get a whole new hyper fixation to spend my time on lol

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I'm a shift lead at a coffee chain and one of only two people who don't refuse to close the store (the one other shift lead is an awful sport and the general manager opened at 5am so she never wanted to stay the full day.) In late January I started feeling REALLY sick all of a sudden, like aching all over and I could hardly breathe, started coughing up a storm. I told the AGM, the only other person who can close, and she told me to stick it out because she had opened that day for the manager.

Well, I stuck it out, and had to wait until the next day to go to the doctor. COVID. I HAD COVID AND THEY MADE ME STAY AT WORK.

I'm willing to bet the main reason that the US has so many cases is the absolute shit working conditions they put minimum wage workers through. Close to dying from the pandemic virus? Come to work still, just wash your hands more often. I'm over this hellscape.

i hate when managers pretend they don’t understand how the real world works because they’re in a corporate setting yet if you removed them from that corporate setting and contextualized the situation they would realize how fucked it was.

like lmao one time I got hit by a car so i had to last minute call out from work at walmart, and i get there the next day, i looked fucked up as hell, and they’re like “so whyd you call out last minute without checking with us first? it’s a major warning gotta say”

and i’m like “well, as the call out said, i got hit by a car and was in the hospital. because you know. i was hit by a car and as you can see bones are broken on me and i am very scratched up and bruised.”

and they get the fucking most ridiculous look on their face like they’re broken or something and theyre like “will it happen again?”

and i’m like “will i get hit by a car again? I don’t know. Didn’t think I would this time either”

like they’re acting like they don’t understand what getting hit by a car is because their bullshit training doesn’t account for it lmao… as if they aren’t human enough to understand what getting hit by a car is

it’s so fucking annoying.

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I got plants and on a related note a tiny bit of serotonin 💖

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I really cant believe I'm never going to marry chris evans like absolutely appalled

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The world is fucking worthless

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Has anyone one here even thought about colleges, either? I see so many people on here who think anyone under 18 interacting with people over 18 is wrong or creepy and I just. Can't. Relate.

When I went to college I was SEVENTEEN. For a few months, too. It's not the most common, but if you had an autumn/early winter birthday and your parents decided to put you in school earlier rather than later, you're gonna be a "minor" in college if you start immediately after high school. I met a few people who were in the same situation as me their first year.

In those few months I made friends who were nearing THIRTY. It wasn't fucking weird at all because we were all sharing the same experience and we were all in the same place.

My professors didnt treat me like a child because I was a few months under 18. The extracirricular clubs I was in didnt keep me from talking to anyone over 18 until my birthday. And no one was accused of being a pedophile when the conversation topic floated to sex while I was in earshot. If I got into an argument or heated conversation with someone, no one came for my antagonist and berated them for arguing with a child. I had just as much control over the situation as they had.

Fact is age IS just a number when it comes to shit like this. No, I couldn't buy cigarettes for the first few months of college, but I could sign myself into tens of thousands of dollars of debt and live on my own with no parental supervision.

I didn't just come crawling out of a cocoon on the exact hour I was born on my birthday as a totally new person. My birthday didn't change a single thing about me other than the clubs I could get into.

This is the case without college, too. Some minors have had more life experience than people in their late 20's. To say "no, none of that experience counts until you are exactly 18 years of age" is a broke way of thinking.

And using it as an excuse to to win an argument or to not take ownership of your actions and words, or to berate people with opinions different than your own, is just majorly lame tbh.

my fav thing abt tumblr is when an 18 yr old & 17 yr old are fighting & all the 17 yr olds friends are like “stop harassing a minor!!!!!!”

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I had a thought...Wanna throw it out there...Ignore this.

Tony has done all he needed to do for the day, he's in some comfort clothes, about to head down to the lab, when he sees Pepper talking to three people.

His immediate thought is that they're the new r&d part timers pepper made him skim through the resumes of

But he looks at the person at the front of the group, not too tall, fluffy brown hair, big hazelnut doe eyes, and he feels like he's seen him somewhere

He isn't quite certain where he's seen him, but he's seen him.

He goes down to his lab, but he can't stop thinking about him. Trying to place where it is he saw him.

He's a celebrity, he's seen a lot of people, but this guy stands out. In that kind of sickening, gut tightening, 'I think we had a one night stand' way

Or when you're talking to an old family member and you feel like you're supposed to know their name but you don't, it's like you've never seen them before and you've known them your whole life all at once.

He can hardly get any work done because of it, all he can think about is that guy.

It gets to the point where he floats down to r&d to find him elbow deep in...Tony doesn't even know what. It looks like a robot, something similar to it, but his goal isn't to find out what the cute kid is working on

His goal is to find out who the cute kid is.

He leans against the desk and the kid, not even looking up to acknowledge him, mumbles a 'don't do that' and Tony gets off the table.

His voice is soft, litled, adorably angelic.

He's definitely heard his voice before, they've talked.

His eyes drifted from his project to his face.

Eyebrows scrunched, lip caught between his teeth, making little grunt-like noises as he tries to loosen a bolt.

And then it clicks for him.

That cinema-esc, zoom into the eye to a specific memory kind of click.

Glasses of wine on the balcony, medium-rare stakes and sauteed vegetables, popcorn movie nights, Egyptian cotton gripped in tight handfuls, sweet moans, that same fluffy hair being pulled and tugged.

But he held more sentiment than a fling, he was more like a lover. A partner, a person no one else could ever match.

He tilts his head, trying to look at him from the perfect angle. To have the light hit his eyes in just the right way, to where the hazelnut brown shone amber gold.

"Peter?" The kid looks up, away from his project, and locks eyes with Tony. His lip falls from between his teeth before pulling into a soft smile.

"I knew I recognised the cologne,"

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Anyone else grow up in a super small rural town/state and just dream of something bigger and better every night? And it seemed impossible that you'd ever live anywhere but there? And when you'd go on a field trip or vacation to a big city you'd just marvel at the hustle and bustle and the man-made landscape and the tall skyscrapers and the apartments with city views? And you'd think man I'd give anything to live here? And then some kind of miracle happens and through a long line of decisions and life choices and circumstances you end up moving into one of those big cities you always marveled at? And then you live there for a while and the skyscrapers start suffocating you, and the fast pace everyone takes is overwhelming, and you miss trees and grass and mountains and quiet? And you lay in bed at night and look out your window and watch the traffic lights reflect off the buildings and hear the police sirens every 20 minutes and all you can long for is your childhood bedroom and the quiet of your hometown and the mountains you'd have to drive through to visit your grandparents and the familiar faces you'd always see when you went out to Walmart for your weekly grocery run? Bc same lol.

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Peter trying to sneak out of the house hummming 'don't be suspicious' is canon and you can fight me on that

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Just thinking about when Kumail Nanjiani tweeted that he accidentally called his gym trainer daddy and I just.... need either a Starker or Spidershield AU about Peter having a massive crush on his trainer and said trainer thinks it's adorable until he let's the 'daddy' slip one day and then their perspective completely changes and Peter's mortified and trainer is just horny af

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Dancing In The Rain

The Avengers find out about Peter’s lip sync battle. If you haven’t seen it, please go see it, it was a cultural reset.

Established Starker

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“I swear, we’ve seen everything on Netflix at this point.” Sam sighed deeply, boring holes into the flat screen. 

The Avengers were all spread throughout the living room, lounging on couches or sitting on the floor, blankets and pillows piled everywhere. Peter and Tony were pressed against each other on a loveseat, a fuzzy blanket pulled up to their chins. 

“I can only tolerate you all for so long. You better figure out what we’re watching soon.” Natasha drawled from where she was curled up in an armchair. 

“How about YouTube?” Peter suggested, “There’s always something cool to watch on there.” 

Clint hummed in agreement. “I find a lot of DIY videos for the farm.” 

“I’m not watching DIY farm videos,” Tony cut in, “FRI, just show us what’s trending on YouTube and we’ll pick something.” 

FRIDAY pulled up the page, and they read through the titles silently until Steve spoke up. 

“What’s a lip sync battle?” Steve asked curiously, spotting it in one of the titles.

“It’s where two people compete in recreating a music video. They have to do it live and lip sync to the song. Whichever one is more accurate wins, but it’s mostly up to the audience and judge.” Peter said reflexively. 

“That was a fast answer,” Natasha’s eyebrows knitted together, “Why do you know so much about lip sync battles?” 

“I don’t. This is common sense.” Peter shrugged, hiding from her scrutinizing eyes by burrowing into Tony’s shoulder. 

FRIDAY spoke up, “If I may, I believe the reason Peter is well-informed on lip sync battles is because he participated in one.” 

The team stared at him disbelievingly. Tony tightened his grasp on him, turning him so that he could say to his face, “Why didn’t I know about this? Never mind – FRIDAY, pull it up, please.” 

FRIDAY cleared the screen of the trending page and queued up the video. It was titled “Lip Sync Battle - Peter Parker”. 

“Who were you battling?” Bucky wondered. 

“My friend MJ.” Peter muttered, watching the screen resignedly. 

The video started with the audience cheering and Peter’s back to the camera, clad in a black suit and holding a matching umbrella. 

I’m singing in the rain, dancing in the rain

Peter twirled the umbrella as he danced, his feet tapping the ground lightly before he did some pirouettes.

What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again

He grabbed a street lamp and danced around it with one arm extended, hat obscuring his eyes. 

“You look adorable all dressed up.” Tony commented lightly.

Peter barely refrained from snorting, knowing that what would come next would shatter any thoughts of him being ‘adorable’.

Just singing, singing in the rain

Peter turned and ducked behind a bunch of opened umbrellas. The camera panned to the center of the stage, in which several back up dancers had already taken their spots. As they danced, the background behind them lifted and the music changed to something more fast-paced.

You had my heart, and we’ll never be worlds apart

Peter emerged from a group of women, fitted in a corset and fishnet stockings, a short black wig on his head. 

Maybe in magazines, but you’ll still be my star

“Is that make up?” Natasha squinted. 

“Holy shit.” Clint chortled, eyes bugging out in amazement and glee.

“Pete, you look fucking fantastic.” Tony laughed in disbelief, eyes alternating between his boyfriend’s outfit on screen, and the boyfriend nestled in his arms. 

“I never really understood that thing about people questioning their sexuality when seeing someone dressed differently, but…damn. I get it now.” Sam mused. 

Wanda said quietly, “I appreciate the lack of fragile masculinity.”

Because when the sun shines, we’ll shine together. Told you I’d be here forever.

Peter crouched close to the ground, gyrating in front of the umbrella, the women behind him mimicking the move. 

Said I’ll always be your friend, took an oath I’ma stick it out to the end

Peter stood and turned his back on the crowd, moving his shoulders and hips. He turned back to the audience and stuck the umbrella in between his thighs, riding the length of it enthusiastically.

The Peter watching snickered when he felt Tony slowly start to harden against him. 

Now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other. You can stand under my umbrella, you can stand under my umbrella

Peter turned, moving his chest rhythmically. He placed the umbrella’s tip on the ground and sank down, grinding his hips as he winked at the camera.

You can run into my arms, it’s okay, don’t be alarmed, come into me. There’s no distance between our love.

Peter sauntered over to where MJ was standing to the side, dropping low and swaying his hips, moving his ass in a way that nearly resembled twerking. 

Tony pouted good-naturedly, “How come MJ got to see that before I could?” 

Peter muffled his laugh in Tony’s shoulder, who simply gripped him tighter in response, a small grin finding its way to his mouth. 

So go and let the rain pour, it’ll be all you need and more

Peter made his way back to the center of the stage. When he spread his arms, the sprinklers started raining down on him and the background dancers.

Because when the sun shines, we’ll shine together, told you I’ll be here forever. Said I’ll always be your friend; took an oath, I’ma stick it out to the end. 

Peter and the dancers twirled in unison, kicking at the water before kneeling down and splashing it with a hand. The dancers bowed half-way when Peter positioned himself so that he was holding himself up with one hand, body kneeling sideways before he got back on his feet.

Now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other. You can stand under my umbrella, you can stand under my umbrella.

Peter got on his back, kicking at the air with one leg. He jumped back up and let his hands roam his chest before he got on his knees, whipping his head back and forth. He splashed at the water and pirouetted on his knees, sensually moving his shoulders after. He got up and, as the music drew to an end, flipped onto his back. 

The Avengers were silent as they processed what they’d just watched.

“You should be a stripper.” Natasha finally said. “Or a pole dancer. Or both.”

“Or just do private shows for the team.” Sam joked, slipping a dollar bill out of his pocket to wave it around. 

Tony raised an eyebrow coolly, “If any private shows happen in the compound, I guarantee you won’t get to see it.” 

Clint spoke up, eyeing Peter in bewilderment, unable to reconcile him with the one on screen. “It’s really up to Peter, though.” 

“Guys, I’m not gonna be a stripper.” Peter laughed, “Though, yeah, I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing that in front of all of you.”

“Does that include me?” Tony peered down at him hopefully. 

“You might get something.” Peter allowed grudgingly. 

Tony shot the team a smug look, planting a kiss onto Peter’s cheek when they all rolled their eyes. 

“You won’t regret it.” Tony promised, a dark glint sparking in his eyes. 

Peter shivered in response, fighting to contain his blush. “I guess you’ll have to prove it. You aren’t all bark, no bite, are you?”

“Guys,” Clint loudly cleared his throat, “I’m actually going to puke if I have to listen to this for any longer.” 

“It’s like listening to your parents get it on.” Sam agreed. 

Peter gave them an apologetic smile. “I wouldn’t know, my parents are dead.” 

“Goddamnit, Peter, not again.”

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My fiance's yelling at people in the discord he admins and it's really really hot 😬🥵

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Why not?) *Peter comes to a strip club and sees HIM -  Iron Tony on the floor*  “Cowboy, baby!  With the top let back and the sunshine shinin’  Cowboy, baby!  West Coast chillin’ with the Boone’s wine I want to be a  Cowboy, baby!  Ride at night cause I sleep all day!” (Cowboy - Kid Rock)

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murderer rot in hell

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CHRIS EVANS as Andy Barber in Defending Jacob – Episode 4

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Bottom Tony

Here we go with the second fill for the @starkerfestivals​ Mini bingo! 

Warnings: Smut, Feelings (god, so many feelings), Top Peter Parker, Bottom Tony 

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“Does that feel good?” 

Peter’s voice is barely above a whisper and he doesn’t know if his boyfriend even hears the question or if it gets lost somewhere between their heavy breathing. It doesn’t matter given that Tony doesn’t look like he can speak right now anyway, not with the way his mouth is hanging open. The only sounds that get past his lips being small moans. 

They don’t do this often. Normally, it’s always Tony who has the control, who is in charge of the situation and directing where they are headed. And Peter doesn’t mind that, he really doesn’t. He loves letting his boyfriend take care of him, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

But every now and again, Tony needs Peter to do the same for him. 

Peter never sees it coming until it basically hits him in the face. Tony doesn’t let it show how much he needs the comfort up to the point where he basically collapses in Peter’s arms, telling him that he’s overwhelmed and struggling to function. 

It took Peter a long time to realize that he’s not a bad boyfriend, that there is nothing he can do to help unless Tony allows him to. It still hurts every now and then that his boyfriend is keeping himself closed off like that but as long as he feels that he can rely on Peter the moment the dam breaks, he’s willing to give Tony the space he needs. 

“Pete,” Tony moans softly at a particular deep stroke that has Peter himself seeing stars. His boyfriend is so fucking tight even with all the preparing they’ve done and it takes a lot out of Peter to not abandon the slow pace they have going right now and fuck Tony through the mattress. Soon, he tells himself. His boyfriend needs something different right now, love and care and all the attention Peter can give him. 

“You’re doing so well,” he tells Tony, louder this time so the man can hear the praise. The words have their desired effect. Tony’s hands grip the sheets harder, bunching them up in his fists. Peter spares a moment to worry about how he’ll strain the fabric before deciding that it’s not that important. What is important are Tony’s flushed cheeks and glassy eyes as Peter slides in and out of him. “You’re pretty like this, Tony. Has anyone ever told you that? You’re beautiful when you take my cock.” 

A long whine is all the answer Peter gets but it’s enough to tell him what he needs to know. He smiles down at his boyfriend, hands pushing a few loose curls out of Tony’s face to give him a better view of those brown eyes that never fail to make Peter’s heart jump when they stare at him with so much trust and love. 

“Tell me that you know,” Peter demands in a soft but adamant tone.  

Tony shakes his head, another groan slipping out of his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, Peter watches as one of his boyfriend’s hands let go of the sheet in order to reach for his own neglected cock where it’s proudly resting against his stomach. Peter clicks his tongue and stops Tony before he can take himself in hand. 

His boyfriend struggles for a moment, tries to shake Peter off and stroke himself but Peter is unrelenting. When it becomes too much, he resorts to pinning Tony’s wrist against the mattress above their heads. He doesn’t expect to get such a strong reaction out of Tony.

“Fuck.” The sound is choked off, barely audible and now his boyfriend starts to increases his rocking, signals Peter that he wants more. “Please.” God, how can he listen to that and not give Tony what he wants? Peter presses a kiss to the man’s cheek, careful to not lose his grip on Tony’s wrist and starts to move faster. He pulls out almost completely just to slam back home not even a second later. Tony yelps but it’s the good kind, the one that turns into a deep groan soon after and before they both know it, Peter is approaching the finish line.

But not before Tony - because this is for him, he needs Peter to guide him right now, to be his anchor. He wants to be able to rely on Peter and he can because Peter will do everything for Tony, even if that means holding off his own orgasm. 

“I need you to come, Tony,” Peter whispers as he leans down to press a kiss just beneath his boyfriend’s jawline. “I can’t until you do.” He can feel Tony move, the muscles under his mouth tense when the man shakes his head. 

“I can’t,” he complains, trying to free his hand again. “I need to… please.”

“You can’t come from just my cock inside you?” His words cause Tony to shudder, something Peter is far too pleased about. “I think you can, Tony. I know you, I know how amazing you are.” Another shudder. “You’re so good for me, baby. You can do it.” 

It doesn’t happen instantly. In fact, it takes Peter longer than he wants it to, his own resolve nearly breaking on one or two occasions - but when he finally finds a harsh and quick rhythm that has him hit Tony’s prostate just the right way, his boyfriend breaks. One soft, “I love you, baby.” has Tony crying out, cum shooting out of his cock and covering bother their chests and stomachs. 

It’s too good of a sight. He has just made Tony cum. He, Peter, has just made his boyfriend cum on his words and cock alone. It’s too good, too much and Peter is more helpless than he’s been all evening as he rocks into Tony one more time before coming to a halt, painting his boyfriend’s insides white with his own release. 

He holds Tony afterwards, stroking his face and showering him in kisses. They fall asleep with Tony wrapped in Peter’s embrace, also something that doesn’t happen too often and while Peter enjoys it more the other way around, this has its own appeal. Because for once, he’s the one protecting Tony from the world.