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@castorsstuff
Father’s Day for IronDad/SpiderSon feat. my current fav reaction pic because I can’t resist Gen Z Peter Parker™️
Father’s Day text post requested by: @castorsstuff xx hope you enjoy! I love this prompt because there are so many opportunities for fluff so I might cook up some more within this prompt hehe
“for the next tony stark i trust you” and peter thought it meant he was trusted with the choice, but no, tony trusted him
“building a team” and it’s 10 different characters with suicidal ideation
can you tell i’m bored as fuck and just having a ball making these?
irondad/spiderson headcanon where tony went into peter’s room at like 1 a.m. and asked him if he wanted to go on a mission. peter obviously says yes but is confused when tony keeps saying he doesn’t need to bring his suit. turns out the “mission” is going to a 24-hr bodega and getting a ton of junk food and snacks, going home, and watching tv together. it becomes a tradition.
I lied about not drawing him anymore, he's just too perfect.
I was thinking: if Tony had survived using the Infinity Stones in Endgame, maybe he wouldn't have left the glasses to Peter (or at least he would have given him better advice). That way, Peter never would have trusted Mysterio, no one would have known his identity, Strange's spell wouldn't have been necessary, and everyone would still remember Peter. This whole mess is a butterfly effect that started back in 2019.
Sometimes I wonder how many things reminded Tony of Peter in those five years.
GRACIEPARKERR REPOSTED MY POST??🥹🥹🥹
kinda wanna see peter's letterboxd
peter parker finds comfort in clutter, he can’t help but keep junk and torn clothes and broken furniture and books from several grades ago and broken laptops and tech he fished out of the dumpster. shit that people left on the street that probably has mold and bugs or wood rot or rat shit.
he used to go thrift shopping with may. she never saw a piece of furniture that she didn’t “see potential” in. (this extended to people. to places. she was always so generous. her bleeding heart. her moral mission.) anyways. so while he grew up poor, he’s never lived in a home that wasn’t cozy with things.
he’s never felt so much discomfort as when he moved into his shitty apartment with nothing that couldn’t fit into a cardboard box.
but whatever.
it’s got potential.
The weather on my vacation kinda sucks so I started rewatching the mcu
Sometimes I wonder how many things reminded Tony of Peter in those five years.
gosh i miss irondad spiderson like a mofo
the mentor and his bugbite.
(you knew this was coming @birds-0fprey )
Peter always knew Tony was going to die.
That was probably what made it hardest to stomach. The knowing. The lingering dread at the back of his neck that he tried so hard to ignore.
Peter recognized patterns. And he knew that everybody died eventually but there was something about the people he chose to stick to, and the people that chose to stick with him. They all had this sense of duty, responsibility, some misplaced virtue that they placed in Peter, for whatever reason. It had happened to his parents, and it had happened to Ben, and he knew Tony would be next. The clock on Peter’s grief had started the second they met, and that’s just how it was.
There was only one way that stories like this ended. It wasn’t neat. It was ugly, grief always was. Didn’t matter how long you saw it coming, it was always going to be like staring an incoming train down as you stood on its tracks.
Sooner or later, it was going to slam through. It didn’t care who was standing there, waiting for it to stop.
Okay so what the hell
my fault
