Btw Gwen Had To Look At Peter B Parker And Know That Was The Only Way She Could Ever See Her Peter Parker

Peter, through the radio: on 3 cut the gray wire, ok? 1..2..

Tony: wait, I don’t have a gray wire! I have red, green and yellow.

Peter, scratching his head: that’s weird. I have light gray, medium gray, dark gray.

Tony: you do?

Peter: fuck. my bad, I forgot I’m colour blind.

Tony: you’re WHAT?

Peter: doesn’t matter, just cut the middle one.

Tony, slightly panicking: it DOES MATTER! My middle one could be different. The wires are all twisted!!

Peter: on 3..1..2..

Tony, overly panicked: PETER, STOP

Peter: *rolling his eyes*

Tony: wait, I’m coming to you.

Tony, running to him: point to the wire you want me to cut.

Peter, showing him: this gray one right here.

Tony, heavily breathing: okay, by the way, it green, kiddo.

Peter: ohh.. which one is red?

Tony: the one in your left hand.

Peter: wait, which one is that? I’m also dyslexic.

Tony: how. did I. not know. THAT

I’m really normal about him already.

i could read a million poems and not one would beat annabel lee

yelena probably saw natasha with the avengers all those years later and realized she’d never seen natasha truly happy like that as children

i love when you can tell that an author is including their all-consuming interests in their writing because there will be a paragraph about a random bacteria species and it’ll be completely accurate and irrelevant and i love it

do you know how miserable and tragic your life has to be to say that katniss everdeen is luckier than you and be correct

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

posted a new fic in my ‘between good and bad’ series!! its about 7000 words and takes place three months after the final chapter of ‘between real and fake’.

rated teen and up for swearing

Long ahh summary:

“No.” Tony sighed but didn’t relent. It wasn’t safe for Peter to skip meals, not only due to his metabolism but also his already minimized diet. “Yes. It must hurt to be running on practically nothing all day.” “No!” Peter shouted, immediately halting all conversation. Everyone stared at the duo, which definitely wouldn’t help Peter’s eating. “You need to eat something. At least eat your watermelon and some pretzels.” Peter picked up the watermelon slice, and Tony almost thought he somehow won the conversation, but Peter chucked it at the man’s forehead. “Fuck you.” The collective gasp could probably be heard all the way up in Maine.

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OR: Peter isn't adjusting well to some aspects of his new life. Namely eating consistently. He lashes out. (You will not understand this fic without reading the parent fic of this series.)

It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

y'all Northern folks found out a very simplified version of "bless your heart" and then stomped like... everything else into the ground. honestly i get very tired of people's assumptions about the south. most of it is rooted in classism and ignorance that just gets annoying really quick. every time i have to sit through "haha southern accent funny" in media (different when it's with friends and we're riffing with each other) i feel another part of me die