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She/her BananaMobile on ao3 IRONDAD Current Obsession: Heated Rivalry I fw Shoot from the Hip, JATP, Ninjago, SOC, Heartstopper, and more!

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[wynnd-citrus]

hallo i havent opened tumblr in like half a year and realised i never posted this (follow me on instagram, thats my main place where i post art)

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Tony wrestled with his stubborn-ass kid. “Get behind me.”

“You get behind me,” Peter countered, shoving himself in front of Tony.

Tony was having none of that. “I said get behind me!”

“I said you get behind me! You’re the one who’s retired!”

“And you’re the one who’s prepubescent!”

“I’m not prepubescent, stop being so dramatic! I can handle myself and you need to get behind me!”

“Fuck, kid, just—”

“No!”

“You listen here—”

“Um, Tony?” Steve interjected. “Everything’s fine. The spider’s gone. No need for anybody to get behind anybody.”

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Brr brrr brrr the image of Shane pressing Ilya’s cold hands flat between his and determinedly rubbing them to warm them up. Agggh Ilya’s heart melts at the little crease in Shane’s brow and the way his hands are enveloping Ilya’s with the sole purpose of taking care of him, chasing away the cold and numbness of a winter day. He might just pass away.

Once Ilya revives himself, he tries to stick his hands in Shane’s armpits because it’s warmer, moy lyubimiy, don’t you love me? And Shane says absolutely not that’s disgusting (but does not protest to between his thighs).

[t0m0w0]

Hc Peter abuses the fact that he knows Tony stark, a billionaire, but not in the “give me a million dollars” or “haha I know Tony stark” way. More in a “get him to pay injured victims hospital bills” way like

Peter, as Spider-Man, after saving a civilian: QUESTION!! Do you have health insurance???

Injured civilian: uh no?

Spider-Man: dw that’s ok I’ll get Tony stark to pay your hospital bills then.

Injured civilian: HUH?!?!

And Tony just pays all of them cuz he can’t say no when Peter asks him to do something and Peter’s good at saving people so civilians rarely get seriously hurt, so Tony can afford to lose a couple thousand dollars every once in a while.

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I was not aware that the SFTH fandom is apparently thriving over here and I wish I did sooner. Please except my offering of Annabutch fanart to join you all 🙏🙏

Inspired by this image that was trending around a while back lol, it’s literally perfect for them I fear so I knew what had to be done

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I’m super late to this but thank you so much for nominating my fic May Parker’s Posse of Suitors (And A Few Misunderstandings) for the Best Plot Twist and Best Identity Reveal categories of the Irondad Creator Awards this year!! If you haven’t pls go check out the competition, they work so hard and they deserve all of our love <33

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Peter: *can’t find Tony*

Also Peter: *loudly* This dangerous thing looks fun!

Tony from a distance: GodDAMMIT PETER, WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS!

Peter: Found him.

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I found this part really wholesome

And the fact that it focused solely on Sam when he said "we had a dream".. Sam who once broke down in Tom's bed in fear that they couldn't continue what they loved. Sam who once believed that he would have to quit improv and that his group of best friends would eventually become distant memories. Sam who now has a wife and kid, and he can help support them by doing what he loves with his best friends

Anyway I know that it's not much coming from just me, but I'm proud of all four of them <3

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“Sorry, I’ve got a thing for my kid. I can’t make it,” Tony apologized insincerely.

“Your kid?” Steve asked. “What’s Morgan up to?”

Tony haphazardly shoved a screwdriver into the mechanism, barely paying the conversation any mind. “Oh, no, not Morgan. My other one.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “Your other one… Gerald?”

“Huh?”

“The alpaca?”

“What about him?”

“Your other kid. The alpaca.”

Tony shook his head. “Did you just call Peter— I am so incredibly confused right now.”

“Peter? Who’s that?”

“Shit,” Tony muttered frantically, looking up at Steve for the first time. “Uh, Peter? The alpaca. That’s Peter.”

“The alpaca’s name is Peter? I thought it was Gerald.”

“Uh, yeah. Morgan changed it. She’s always evolving, that punk.”

“Oh,” said Steve. “So what’s going on with Peter?”

“Huh?”

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Inspector. Diary. Dear

Letter on the front Dear diar Dear Inspector. D- Dear - My dear, dear, Inspector. Deers. Deers are running around my forest currently in our gardens. It usually is a sign of- HA HA HA HA HA HA AAAAAGH INSPECTOR! LISTEN TO ME, INSPECTOR!

Inspector Whitstable. INSPECTOR! ARE YOU LISTENING?! LISTEN TO ME! I'M WRITING HERE! I'M SORRY :( that.your.friend.died I'm REALLY sorry! laughter I was speaking to my son. The only one al alive. The only man alive a leftFUCKING HELL The only man alive left in my family. Please turn over no-no, turn it over! My son said there was a book. A book with leather engraved engravings. I have left it here for you. Inside this package. Perhaps you could read it.

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I have a crack fic idea that keeps coming back where Peter is Tony’s son and it’s this huge secret, the usual jazz. But then Peter has a really important group project at school and he is voluntold that he’ll be hosting a day for the group to work on it. Because he lives at the Avengers Tower with the Avengers, he is flipping out.

Tony offers a solution. He decides to be extra and purchases a whole ass apartment for Peter to pretend is his home. So Peter has to take four of his classmates to an apartment he’s never been in and pretend he lives there when the entire thing is barely decorated and when they ask him for supplies like scissors or a pen or a piece of paper, he just rummages through empty drawers and panics. By the end of it, all of the group members are convinced that Peter is an NPC and they’re living in a simulation.

Can you imagine the shenanigans?

Alternatively, they could use one of the other Avenger’s apartments which would result in equal shenanigans and PLEASE I need to write this lord give me motivation

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sfth the only media where u get to see a 6'5" 35 year old british man with a beard say very sincerely "i am a lesbian"

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I’m obsessed with the idea of Tony slowly getting to know Peter just by listening to his voicemails (after Peter gets Tony’s number and starts sending him updates instead of Happy). As time passes, Peter is convinced that Tony hasn’t listened to any of them so he starts getting more and more unhinged and saying way more than he would ever say to Tony’s face and Tony is just lurking, growing more and more fond of this kid that rambles to his voicemailbox.

Peter’s still a shy bean to his face, so he doesn’t mention that yes, he actually does listen to the voicemails in fear of Peter stopping.

And then one day Tony slips up and mentions something that Peter told him in a voicemail and Peter is completely mortified. You mean his mentor actually listens to them? He’s heard Peter regale his most embarrassing school stories and gush about his childhood crush on Thor? He thinks his life is over until Tony panics and tells him that receiving the voicemails is one of the best parts of his day. Peter stares at him like a lost puppy and Tony shies away from the feelings and everything’s as awkward as usual.

But that night, a voicemail comes in, and it’s no different than any of the others. Peter yammers like his heart depends on it, and Tony can’t help but feel that it’s an acknowledgement of the fact that yeah, they may have a difficult time talking to one another in person, but they both care, and maybe if they keep trying, they can make this father-son thing work.

And Tony thinks that next time a phone call rolls in, he just might answer.

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“Oh my god,” Peter said, staring slack-jawed at the vehicle.

“Yeah, kid? Like what you see?” Tony grinned.

Peter stuttered, his eyes so wide they might pop out. “Yes—I—it’s just—this car is worth more than me.”

Tony frowned. He grabbed the kid by the shoulders and forced him to meet his eyes. “Nothing is worth more than you, kid.”

Peter’s cheeks blushed a deep cherry red. He stared at Tony, dumbfounded. “Th-thanks, Mr. Stark.”

Tony cleared his throat, averting his gaze and leaving Peter with an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Yes, well. Cars decrease in value. Children are an investment, or whatever.”

Peter’s lips twitched. Here was the mentor he knew and loved. “Sure, Mr. Stark.”

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Tony folded his arms. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls, kid?”

“My phone’s broken. I dropped it.”

“Pete, that thing is practically indestructible. It would take dropping it fifty stories to even scratch—”

“I did.”

“What?”

“I did. I dropped it. From the top of the Empire State Building.”

“You what?”

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