#Man that sunburn of Peter's isn't letting up

[tangleweave]

What Color Is Your Love?

Tagged By Thieved From: @brooklynislandgirl​

Tagging: Steal it. You know you wanna.

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[ Beta Ray Bill ]

DARK STORMY BLUE

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

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[ Phil Coulson ]

... and [ Stephen Strange ]

DEEP STAINING RED

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

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[ Groot ]

... and [ Peter Parker / Spider-Man ]

SOFT FRESH GREEN

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

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[ Eddie Brock / Venom ]

... and [ Vision ]

WARM BURNT ORANGE

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

[brokenstrangetown]

Anthea takes up starwatching. The fact that the telescope points at her boyfriend’s house is coincidental.

“Oh, Kana, your eyes are so - damn, what color were those eyes?”

"Hey, we learned about these things called 'boundaries' at school. You ever hear of them?"

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

My first @sicktember sumbmission of the year!

Technicolor Vacation by happyaspie

Rated G || No Archive Warnings Apply || Word Count 3810 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark || Sick Peter Parker, Vomiting, Headache, Peter Parker Needs a Hug

Summary: Tony has to go to Washington DC for a meeting and decides to invite Peter to tag along. They spend the day taking in the sights, and it's all going great until Peter starts feeling sick. However, he isn't going to let that stop him from seeing everything on his list. Including the National Cathedral. It goes about as well as you would expect

Sicktember 2022 Prompts -Sick on Vacation -Pain Killers -Lethary/Exhaustion -Sunburn/Frotstbite

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When Tony had mentioned he had a few upcoming meetings taking place in Washington DC, Peter had casually mentioned that he’d only been there once and hadn’t really gotten to see much. And that had quickly become an invitation for him to come along for the ride. 

“You’d be on your own while I’m in my meetings, but after that I could take you around to see whatever you want. And since it’s summer, I suppose we could make an entire vacation out of ot” Tony had offered. “As long as you think your aunt Hottie would be okay with it.”

Peter had eagerly accepted the invitation, and to his delight, his aunt had readily agreed to it.  From there, the next three days were a flurry of packing and researching the various activities that the Nation's Capitol had to offer. He dug through numerous websites and travel blogs and read through several relevant articles in the days leading up to the trip. To the point that by the time they were checking into the giant luxury hotel, he was feeling fully and completely prepared. 

The first day was great. Tony was going to be in and out of conferences all day, so Peter set out to explore on his own. The local transit made it easy for him to get wherever he wanted to go, but with it being so hot outside, he chose to spend the majority of the day touring the different branches of the Simthonian. He managed to squeeze in three of the twenty or so locations before being called back to the hotel for dinner.

The next day was completely different because Tony was free and willing to do all kinds of touristy things with him. They started at the national mall doing a self guided tour of the monuments and statues in the area. It was increasingly hot and brutally sunny, but there was so much to see that it was easy to disregard both of those things for a while.  Although, after some time, he could feel the back of his neck, his ears and his cheeks starting to burn. He didn’t think much of it until Tony pulled him into a store and insisted on buying him a hat, a bottle of sunscreen and a cold drink. 

After slathering every inch of his exposed skin with the oily sunscreen, Peter pulled the denim cap down over his forehead. Sunlight aside, he hoped it would help to keep sweat from rolling into his eyes. “Thanks, Mr. Stark,” he said as Tony handed him his bottle of lemonade. The cool sweet citrusy liquide was a welcomed distraction from the sweltering heat. 

They walked around several more places reading plaques and taking Pictures to send to May. During that time, Peter’s legs began to cramp up a bit. He had to pause periodically to stretch them out. On top of that the burn on his neck and cheeks still stung a bit and the heat seemed to have sapped up a good portion of his energy. Just enough to feel like taking a break but not enough to completely slow him down. He was Spider-Man after all, and walking a few miles around Washington DC shouldn’t be any kind of a problem. So, he kept Tony’s pace and tried not to sound too eager at the suggestion of cafe lunch. He hoped that sitting down on the shady patio and drinking some caffeinated soda would perk him up a bit. There were still a lot of things he wanted to pack into the day.

However, by the time they were walking out of the cafe and into the adjacent gardens, Peter’s head had begun to ache. The pain was relatively dull but it was concentrated in one spot in the middle of his forehead making it difficult to simply ignore. As such he found himself continually pressing the heel of his hand onto his eyes in hopes of rubbing it away. When that didn’t work, he pulled the hat off of his head long enough to run a hand through his sweaty curls and adjusted the strap so it wasn’t so tight. 

“Where to next, Kiddo,” Tony asked as they finally exited the large botanical garden. 

“Well,” Peter said before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Then he squinted at the screen as he flipped through a few bookmarked websites. “The National Cathedral isn't too far from here and there’s a pretty cool looking gargoyle tour at five,” he said, realizing too late that they probably should have reserved their spot ahead of time. “Do you think it’s sold out already?”

“Eh,” Tony said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Even if it is, I’m sure I can convince them to squeeze us in.”

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