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Deletion & You: Don’t Do It!

I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but I’m going to say it: from the bottom of my heart, I’m seriously begging you here, do not delete your work.

I entered fandom in a wild, uncertain time. You can find loads of other retrospectives on fandom elsewhere, so I won’t bore you with it here, but the main point is: I entered fandom in a time where disclaimers were standard. Fanfiction was a dirty word; you didn’t use your real name, your real location, nothing that could give parent companies something to dox you with. People were served lawsuits, websites were given cease & desists, and a lot of places disappeared entirely. People took to uploading fic on YouTube, in description boxes, because art uhhh finds a way (and companies were least likely to be looking there).

There was the Livejournal purge - I myself kept my fic on an encrypted thumb drive, and printed out other people’s fic before deleting the word documents. Eventually, AO3 was born from the fire; but the haggard, looking-over-your-shoulder mentality remained, and the ‘download’ button still sits at the top of the AO3 page.

I’m saying this now for those who may not understand, who might not have grown with fandom during those times, but deleting? Is never a good option. That’s why there is an orphan function, where you can abandon the work to stay anonymous after posting. Even if you don’t think your work is good, or contributing to fandom, it is. We have lost so much of our fandom to time and forced deletions - we can’t do it to ourselves now, too. 

It makes me unbearably sad to see a deletion. That story, those memories, they’re gone. Vanished. I urge you all - artists, writers, all creators alike - please do not delete. Abandon, orphan, but do your very best not to delete. AO3 is an archive - let it archive. Let it preserve our stories, even if you leave fandom behind you. You are an important part, and even if you don’t realize it, you will be missed.

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Safe Spaces (and why AO3 is not one)

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts circulating lately about what content should and should not be allowed on AO3 (usually with a conclusion being drawn at the end of these posts proclaiming that we should not donate to the org until said content is taken down), and maybe I’m yelling into the void, but I feel the need to address it.

AO3 is not a safe space.

AO3 is not a safe space.

AO3 is not a safe space.

It was never meant to be a safe space. It is, by definition, a fan-created, fan-run, nonprofit, noncommercial archive for transformative fanworks...you know the rest.

The Archive does not prescreen for content. Complaints are investigated only when they are submitted through the appropriate channels and with the appropriate information.

That is a direct quote from the Content and Abuse policies page for AO3. The Archive does not screen content, there is no content policing on AO3 and there never has been, never will be. The Archive was created specifically so there wouldn’t be any content policing, stemming directly from the consequences of the Livejournal bans, in which LGBTQ+ content and sexually explicit content was purged due to ‘objectionable content’...by which LJ was permitted to delete anything they didn’t agree with, anything they didn’t think had the right to exist.

While the Archive does not prescreen for content, they do have one of the most advanced warning systems for any online library...literally ever. Authors can tag their works with as many warnings as they like, they can write in their own warnings, and users can cultivate their own experience by excluding specific tags.

“But what if it’s not tagged, and I see it anyway?”

As a rule, the creator controls the warnings.

Selecting "choose not to use Archive warnings," or the equivalent text as specified on the creator upload form, satisfies a creator's obligation under the warnings policy. If a fanwork uses this option, we will not sustain any failure-to-warn complaints.

If the fic is marked with the ‘choose not to use Archive warnings’ option, then they’ve fulfilled the most basic obligation to warn you that yeah, any of the major warnings could indeed be present in their fic. Don’t read it.

“Well they should use the warnings! Everybody should use them!”

Yeah, but they didn’t want to and they put a blanket warning on it that you specifically ignored. Not the Archive’s fault. 

Users who wish to avoid specific elements entirely should not access fanworks marked with "choose not to use Archive warnings."

Oh, and would you look at that? AO3 literally tells you not to access those works if you’re not willing to risk the content.

“The rating was misleading/they forgot to tag XYZ.”

In general, failure to use an appropriate rating or Archive warning is not a violation of the abuse policy.

(Also note, if you submit a ticket for this issue, AO3 will go in and tag the fic properly with no consequences for the author, unless the writer goes in and changes it back, now that is a violation.)

Is this system perfect? No, I never said it was. But the Archive was founded on the principle of protecting all fan works - and yes, this does include the content you may think shouldn’t exist, why would somebody write that, etc. If you find any content on AO3 unacceptable, for any reason (you find it offensive, triggering, disgusting, morally reprehensible, etc)...I’m sorry to tell you that it is indeed permitted on the Archive. As well it should be. 

The Archive does its best to help readers cultivate their own experience, because they know this content is out there. They protect our right to exist, but they protect fandom as a whole - the good, the bad, and yes, even the ugly. And that’s important, too, because I’m sorry to say that the boundaries for what should and should not exist are blurred, and AO3 said you know what, no, we won’t stand for this anymore, no, we will not take down our Harry Potter slash, up yours Warner Brothers. We deserve to exist, and we will never tell anyone what they can and cannot create, whether or not I personally agree with it or want to see it - because hey, that’s what we built the extensive warning system for.

At the end of the day, it’s important to recognize that the Archive deliberately chose to keep their content open to all, even while knowing that doing so would essentially be opening Pandora’s Box. If you disagree with their decision, that is absolutely fine, and you’re under no obligation to donate to them - but they do not and will not change to meet your standards, nor should they. If you disagree, then the Archive simply isn’t for you - and I hope you find that place out there somewhere, in one of the vast corners of the internet. Godspeed.

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Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!

ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:

LONG FICS

In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.

POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k

Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.

Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!

5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k

Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.

I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!

Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k

In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.

In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.

This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had. 

ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.

Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k

Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)

MEDIUM FICS

devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k

Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.

5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k

…and one thing that always remains the same.

(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

Peter knows he’s different now.

The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.

the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k

WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.

“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”

OR

“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”

Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.

Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?

SHORT FICS

Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k

From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.

Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”

Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.

Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k

A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.

Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point. 

Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k

She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.

May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)

5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k

What it says on the tin.

Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.

YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.

unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k

“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.

“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”

This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you. 

yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k

Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’

This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.

Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!

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5 + 30 for the dialogue prompts?

Thank you hun!! Hope you like it ^_^

“Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.” & “If I tell you I love you, will you make me pancakes?”

“How many more brain cells are you going to sacrifice to that tissue?”

Tony stares at Peter, exasperated. The kid is obviously sick, a little cold that would burn itself out in an hour or two, with his healing - if he would let himself have an hour. Tony isn’t exactly the model for self-care, but really, that should lend more credence to his opinion - if he’s saying it’s bad, it’s probably bad.

But Peter doesn’t seem to care, because he answers by blowing his trumpet of a nose into the tissue again, which seems to have reached its quota for usefulness as he crumples it to add it to the growing pile at his feet (the trashcan has overfloweth).

“Pete, hello. Earth to Peter.” Tony snaps his fingers in front of Peter’s glazed eyes, and finally catches his attention. “You are in dire need of a nap.”

“Can’t,” Peter’s voice sounds like hell, all rough and scratchy, like he needs to drink a gallon of orange juice. Tony winces in sympathy. “Work to do.”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure.” Tony says, in a tone the exact opposite of ‘sure’. “Kid, seriously. What is so important that it’s got you up, looking like the living dead?”

“Physics,” Peter responds dully, one hand already reaching for another tissue. His other is gripping a pencil, poised over his lab book, but Tony can see that he’s not making much progress.

“Your teacher is going to have to burn your homework for fear of contamination.” Tony snatches the lab book easily, ignoring Peter’s weak noise of protest. “Go get some rest, kid. You can finish this when you don’t look like you’re about to keel over.”

“Nngh, fine,” Peter huffs out, inadvertently making a snotty, gurgling noise. Tony makes a point of holding the lab book away from his body, between his pointer finger and his thumb.

Peter smiles, rolling his eyes, and shuffles towards the door. He pauses, though, glancing back over his shoulder, and asks, “Hey, would you make me pancakes when I wake up?”

“What? Does this look like a bed and breakfast to you?” Tony raises an eyebrow, and Peter shuffles his feet. Tony takes pity on him. “Why pancakes?”

“May always makes me pancakes when I’m sick.” Peter finally meets Tony’s eyes again, amused. “It’s one of the only things she can cook, uh, consistently.”

“I’m more of an omelette connoisseur myself,” Tony jokes, but then Peter turns the full force of his puppy dog eyes on Tony and oh. That should be illegal, how is he supposed to deny this kid anything?

“If I tell you I love you, will you make me pancakes?” Tony’s the one who has to look away now, as his heart squeezes in his chest. He busies himself with looking over Peter’s equations, most of which are only half-finished.

“Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.” He can see Peter smiling out of the corner of his eye, and Tony waves him off, even as he can’t fight the smile tugging at the edges of his mouth, too. “Go on, get.”

“Okay, okay.” Peter disappears around the corner, raising his voice as he goes so Tony can hear him. “Blueberry, if you have it!”

Love you too, kid.

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im being buried alive under all these WIP’s what are you doing to me

me and @thwip--thwip: shouting extremely detailed ideas at each other all throughout the day and night

both of us: YOU NEED TO WRITE THISSSSSSSSS

literally why can’t ideas just come out fully formed and perfect and exactly as we imagined them. Why must we WRITE for the world to see these things??

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Six Sentence Sunday

I saw this and it looked fun! And if all goes according to plan, you’ll have the rest of these six sentences very soon...

Rules:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

tagging: @iron--spider, @upcamethesun, @my-glasses-are-dirty

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Wow, did you get that off a cereal box?” Tony can feel his scowl growing underneath the faceplate, headache building in his temples. If the fake Spiderman is worried at all, he certainly isn’t showing it. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not going anywhere with you. Stranger danger is a real problem – it’s not safe out here for an arachnid like me.”

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🎉🎉🎉

It’s milestone time guys! There are 300 of you, wow (and 100 subs on AO3!). I’m glad if I was able to entertain you at all! 

EDIT: The prompt list is here!

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Ilu i’m so proud of you you complete me same brain etc etc you’re the best, NUMBER 47 “Of course it’s not your fault, it never is.”

SAME BRAIN SAME BRAIN !!

“Of course it’s not your fault, it never is.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry - “

Peter looked like he was well on his way to hyperventilating, the scrapes and bruises still not fully healed from his battle with Mysterio. Tony watched him pace, back and forth, wearing a hole in the carpet, until he just couldn’t anymore. Tony wheeled forward, knocking right into Peter’s knees. The boy yelped, more indignant than hurt, and broke his spiral to shoot Tony a look of confusion. “What was that for?”

“Calm down.” Peter blinked at him with watery eyes, the tears he was barely holding at bay brewing there. Tony smiled sadly, beckoning Peter closer with one hand, the other a phantom at his side. “Oh, Pete. Come here.”

Peter stumbled forward, sinking to his knees next to Tony’s chair. Tony took Peter’s hands in his, squeezing them tightly. “It’s not your fault. You know that, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it? I gave him EDITH, I’m an idiot, I trusted him, and for what? London is literally in ruins and for what? Because I was scared? Because you handed me responsibility and I was too much of a chickenshit - “

“Fury gave you those glasses without my permission!” Tony cut Peter off sharply; he was in a wheelchair, sure, but his tongue was still quick. He squeezed Peter’s hands again, reassuring. “He had them for safekeeping, but you weren’t ready. And that’s okay, Pete, that’s his mistake.”

“The world needs the next Iron Man,” Peter quoted wryly, looking absolutely miserable, and Tony shook his head.

“No, it doesn’t. The world needs you. We need you to be you, kid.” Peter deflated, ducking his head against Tony’s legs, and Tony let his thumb rub a gentle circle into the back of Peter’s hand. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not?” Peter muttered quietly, breathlessly, like he wasn’t 100% sure the answer was yes. Tony’s heart ached - would this kid ever catch a break? Tony released Peter’s hands to move his hand up into the kid’s hair, smoothing through the tangled curls. He freed up a matted section of hair, dried blood flaking onto his blanket.

“Of course not, Pete. Of course it’s not your fault.” Peter tilted his head to look up at him, tears spilling over now, and Tony stared back at him, firm. “It never is. Okay?”

“Okay,” Peter sniffed, sighing against Tony’s knee. Tony just petted slowly through his hair, trying to maintain a sense of calm when his fingers found another bloody patch.

“I’ve got you, kid.”

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HE HAS A NAME!!!!

“I’ve been Aaron.”

NEVER FORGET

Apple store guy from CA:TWS and Gary from IM3 are married and celebrating their five year anniversary this year thanks for listening

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describing myself with images on my phone. seemed like a fun meme xD

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The tears in my eyes... they will not stop streaming... "Chosen Family" is one of the most poignant and heartfelt pieces of fanfiction I've read in a while. I loved it so much and you are such a talented writer. You portray emotions and inner turmoil so vividly it feels tangible. That was an AMAZING read 🥺💕

This was such a lovely message to come back to, thank you so much <3 I’m so glad it spoke to you, that it was able to touch you in the way that it has. The idea that my work can speak to you enough to make you feel actual emotion is always so humbling. I’m so happy you enjoyed the fic, and thank you for taking the time to read it!!

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If you see this, post the last three lines you’ve written

“No, kid, I can’t.” Tony shifts minutely, to give Peter as much space as he can, but he can’t go very far. “We’ve got about ten tons of concrete bearing down on us.”

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asdfghjkl thank you! <3

Irondad Fic Rec

Happy Monday friends! We have two fics today because I'm a dumbass who hit post instead of queue.

walk a mile in these louboutins by @thwip--thwip

Summary: A collection of IronDad-centric prompts completed and originally posted on my Tumblr in celebration of milestones.

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First off @thwip--thwip is an incredibly talented writer and I love everything I've read of hers so much. She made me love Andrew's version of Peter with her fic "everyday every hour turn that pain into power" and have all the Irondad feels. I immediately subscribed. I adore her characterizations and writing style.

This fic is a wonderfully titled collection of drabbles that have me laughing, crying, and feeling all the feels. It's so good. If you want to smile, read this! And also like everything else she's ever written.

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Because I'm both CRAZY PROUD OF YOU and very selfish and always want more of your writing, I'm gonna do your milestone ask meme! (And hope I made it in time lmao.) I can't decide because there were a lot of good prompts but uh. 15 and 30 made me laugh the most, so I guess pick between those two! Doesn't matter what characters or anything, just do whatever hits you.

I love youuuuuu <3 You know I’m going to give you the gay chicken bois, sorry not sorry ;3

“I miss you, but then I remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.”

“Happy Birthday!”

Peter let out an unimpressed woo as Harry blew the obnoxious plastic kazoo he’d dug up God-only-knows-where, made even more annoying by the tinny sound of it coming through his phone. Harry had insisted they Facetime, and now, Peter could see why - the guy was decked out with a full-on party hat, and a cupcake with a lit candle.

“Are you serious? Is this a serious thing you’re doing, Harry?” Peter hid his smile in the sleeve of his hoodie, rearranging so he could lay on his stomach and look at the phone. Harry rolled his eyes, one finger toying with the string under his chin.

“What? C’mon, it’s not everyday you turn - wait, how ancient are you again?” Peter stuck out his tongue in response, and Harry pulled down his eyelid, muffling his snickers.

“You know, sometimes I miss you,” Peter snorted, propping his chin in his hand. Harry grinned at him through the phone, and Peter continued. “-but then I remember what an asshole you are, and the feeling fades.”

“Oh wow, and here I thought you were getting decent on me, Parker - “ Harry’s face glitched; once, twice, then cut out completely. Peter waited patiently as the wheel spun - no video connection - but the call disconnected entirely, the soft beep beep beep of a dropped call.

Peter rolled over with a sigh, smiling to himself. He did miss Harry, that much was true. The fact that he’d go to so much trouble, even when he was on the other side of the world - it meant a lot, more than Peter could say.

The door creaked as the handle turned, and Peter rolled over to say hi to May as she entered the room - except he’s met with the loudest fucking kazoo noise he’s ever heard, and he actually fell out of the bed in surprise.

“Harry?” Peter said incredulously, staring upside-down at his friend - who’s laughing openly, now. Harry crouched down, giving the kazoo one more buzz as he held out the cupcake, candle still lit.

“Am I still an asshole?”

“Yes,” Peter laughed, sitting up to take the cupcake. He blew out the candle, wrapping his free arm around Harry and pulling him into a hug. “The absolute worst, Osborn.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry grinned, hugging him back just as tightly. “Happy birthday, Pete.”

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Tagged by: @the-reverse-mermaid <3

Name: Robin

Zodiac: Aquarius

Favorite musicians or bands: The Beatles, Wallows, Djo, Seventeen, BTS

Favorite sports team: Uh, sports? No thanks. But I guess I’m legally obligated to say the Phillies/Flyers/Eagles.

Other blogs: @dickwithfangs is my main and @irondad-fic-exchange is the Fic Exchange I run!

Do I get asks: Very rarely

How many blogs do I follow: 686

What I’m wearing: Doctor Who pajama pants and a VCU t-shirt

Dream vacation: Hawaii or a cruise where no one can bother me

Dream car: I kind of love my current car? It’s my first car, it’s a 2014 Honda Accord. But I guess maybe a baby blue jeep or a red SUV type?

Favorite food: Sushi

Drink of choice: Cranberry Juice

Languages: English

Celebrity crush: Are we talking attainable or xD ? I mean as of late, Joe Keery.

Random fact: I know all ten minutes of Lil Dicky’s Pillow Talkin’

People I’m tagging: @iron--spider @spider-beep @reachingforaspark @seek-rest @euphoric-melancholyy @grumblekpop @harrington-ofhawkins @heavy--reign

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Last, next, the end

Ohoho, thank you anon. Sure, let’s do it! I have two projects, so I’ll give you the two for one deal.

LAST: Tony can’t help his smile as Peter snorts, bullying him into the line for the zipline. 

NEXT: “You want me to spit on your arm? Sure, I guess, I mean you’re the boss here, Mr. Stark - ”

END: Tony wraps an arm around Peter’s shoulders as they look out at the sunset, unable to help his grin. “Ready to head back?”

Peter groans.

LAST: Tony’s throat is burning, and he gasps desperately - his throat is so damn dry, every inhale feels like sandpaper, rubbing his esophogus raw.

NEXT: He blinks rapidly, eyes adjusting blearily to the dim light filtering into the room.

END: Tony steps out of the cabin and takes a deep breath of the fresh, mountain air. He had work to do.