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peter retaliating against “baby monitor protocol” by changing the names of Tony’s Iron Man protocols

“hey FRIDAY, zoom in on that building over there”

“Old Man Bifocals protocol activated, Boss”

“what the fuck did you just say to me”

taylortut

“FRIDAY alert the team that my thrusters are down and i can’t fly”

“sure thing, activating I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up Protocol”

“PETER WE TALKED ABOUT THIS”

spider-man-stan

Tony: FRIDAY, open these encrypted files we don’t have a lot of time-

FRIDAY: activating the Fr E Sh A Voca Do protocol

Tony, sobbing: PETER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DOES THIS MEAN

taylortut

AMAZING

bluesocksandfluff

-Peter gets hurt in a battle- FRIDAY: Bone Hurting Juice Protocol has been activated - Mr. Parker is in distress. Tony: -stops- He’s what? The what? Peter: -over the com- Oof, ouch… my bones…

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Tony: FRIDAY! Engage autopilot!

FRIDAY: Activating Jesus Take The Wheel protocol.

Tony: Really, Pete?

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Jdjsjsjsks

nightskyblufaith

Tony: Where in the world is that kid??..FRIDAY!! Activate Peter’s GPS

FRIDAY: Activating

“ Helicopter parent protocol”

Tony: *sighs*….why do I even bother

marvel-lous-things

Tony: FRIDAY divert all energy to thrusters

FRIDAY: nyOOOOOooOOoM protocol activated

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i literally can’t breathe from this

piwiskiwi

Go d

thejamesbondwannabe

Tony, in front of team: FRIDAY activate the electric taze blast

Friday: Activating ‘Wanna Be Thor’ protocol

Thor: *triumphantly laughs*

Tony,mumbling: Now the boys’ gone too far.

marvel-lous-things

Tony: Friday, time to bring out The Blades

FRIDAY: “oh my god why does he have a knife” protocol activated

Tony:

Villain:

Tony:

Villain: did you name it like that on purpose or,,,

Tony, crying: shut up loser

bestofirondadfics

This gets better everytime it shows up on my dash

luvkaylz

I’m always going to reblog this! If I don’t, then it means I’m dead

cevansbucky

tony: friday, reset all protocol names

friday: i’m sorry sir, the “i’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me” action is restricted

tony: peter what the fuck-

muses-of-insanity

Tony: FRIDAY activate missle launchers!

FRIDAY; activating “this bitch empty, YEET” protocol

Tony: PETER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

marvel-lous-things

Tony: eject arc reactor

FRIDAY: activating Boob Window protoc-

Tony: no

purpletangyvaginas

xtimelessheartsx

Okay definitely can’t chance this on

litttleprincess-deactivated2017

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

32-kgs

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LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

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If you ever want to talk: My Tumblr ask is always open.

shawnpetermuffins

Why is Shawn looking more and more like a boyfriend with every passing day? Either he’s hiding something from us or he’s just preparing himself for when he meets me? 😉

inmytaste-blog

Hey, love your writing so much!! Bullet point idea: shawn's possible kinks would include...😶😏😘

This is going to be a wild ride so fasten your seatbelts everyone…

Shawn’s possible kinks would include:

Dominance. He would be very straighforward to you about it by placing you on the bed and slyly, seductively, almost painfully slowly he would climb on top of you, trapping you under his strong arms and his face.

He would make sure to attack your neck, your chest, your belly and even your thighs with his lips, giving you a sneak peak of what was going to take place in your bedroom in a matter of seconds.

He would give you the hottest and the most possessive stares he could muster and just those alone would be enough to make you come undone and leave you begging for more.

One thing that he would surely do to show you that he was in charge was cup your vagina and whisper lowly in your ear: ‘’No one else gets to touch, feel and taste you unless this one is me and only me, are we clear honey?’’

Spanking. This punishment method would always come first in his mind when you would be disobedient or when you would just ignore his aching need to feel and touch you.

Before actually getting invested in this act, he would stroke your bum carefully and he would even place gentle kisses on the soft flesh before: ‘’I will try to make it as much tolerant as I can for you but you need to know who you have to listen to honey.’’

He would make sure to give you a good five spanks whenever you would just not listen to him and still insist on touching him even though he would have clarified that you couldn’t do that.

Dirty talk. He would be so into it whenever you would call him names during your erotic encounters and they would instantly make him harden in his briefs not being able to control your word’s effect on him.

Having you calling him big or hard or just: ‘’Oh my God Shawn you are so filling I can feel you in my stomach’’ would have him going even harder in you, confidence and proud radiating off of him knowing he was the one who was giving you pleasure.

But when you would just urge him on even further by simply stating: ‘’Do you love this cunt?’’ or ‘’Did you ever have anyone else take you in so good Shawny?’’ he would cum right at the spot, snarling at your comments while gripping your butt cheeks in an aggressive manner.

Role play. Shawn would be a bit sceptical at first at your reaction on wanting to try something different and something thathad to do with turning into some characters but all of his doubts would be washed away when: ‘’But what are people going to say if they find out that my boss is very font of the way my pussy wraps him up?’’

He would really get all dressed up in the green suit he knew that drove you crazy and he would be sitted behind his office whereas you would wear a white button down shirt of his with no bra underneath and you would sit on his lap while explaining to him some meetings he had to carry out.

But Shawn would get lost in the way your hips were working against his throbbing shaft and he would get rid of everything placed on his office desk and instead, he would place you on top of it while: ‘’Thank God I don’t have you as an actual assistant and I don’t own a business or else we would both be fired.’’

Orgasm control. Nothing would turn him on more than seeing you begging for release, writhing under his delicate touch but getting even more agitated by the minute while he would stop his actions and he would kiss you instead just to tease you a little bit.

But deep down, he would like it too when you would take matters into your own hands and you would take your time fullfilling his need to come undone: ‘’Well, I have to tease you a little bit darling.’’

Sex toys. You would be completely bewildered at the fact that Shawn was keen on all those things but the thing that really got to you was the fact that he liked to experiment with all those pleasurable gadgets as well, the vibrators being his favourite ones.

Shawn would really like you to get all worked up while he was away on tour and he couldn’t be there to let his magical fingers and his powerful manhood do all the work he knew you adored, but he would make sure to leave his two favourite vibrators for you in his drawyer: ‘’I just want what’s best for you babygirl. Enjoy yourself before I come back and enjoy it too.’’

What Shawn would really enjoy though, was being a little bit risky and placing a vibrator in you before departing for his family dinner would give him just that. So when you would have difficulty in seating down on the table or getting up, he would lean in your ear and he would simply say: ‘’If you behave, we will have it taken out sooner than planned baby because seeing you like this messes with me too.’’

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brianc521

Missed Flights

*Repost*

“Babe, you gotta go faster or we’re gonna be late.” You say looking over, checking the time.

“We’re all good.” He rests a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

“Shawn.”

“Babe, we’re good.” He says again, looking over at you.

“But the-”

“Shh.” He says turning the radio up.

You look over at him annoyed, you were gonna miss your flight if he didn’t speed up a little.You look out the window, arms crossed, pout sitting nicely on your lips.

“Baby.” He says, thumb tapping against your thigh. “We’re okay, I promise.”

“I just don’t wanna miss the flight.”

“We’re not gonna miss it.”

“But we are.” You protest, pointing to the clock on the dash.

“No we aren’t.”

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randxmthxughts

Jar of Pickles

Blurb w/Shawn Mendes

Genre: Fluff

Word count: under 500

Short description: After having a fight with you, Shawn decides to make up by tightening up the jar of pickles.

Author’s note: inspired by this post

Shawn jumped up from the couch when he heard a loud noise of glass shattering against the floor. His heart started beating faster, as he rushed into the kitchen, not sure if Y/N is fine; she didn’t even let out a sound. When he walked in he found her on her knees, mumbling something under her breath and collecting the big pieces of glass into her hands.

“What happened?” Shawn frowned, taking the pieces out of her hands and carefully throwing them into the trash.

“The jar of pickles shattered,” she answered without even looking at him, lacking any emotions, and continued picking up a few pickles from the floor; probably still mad at him.

“Why?” Shawn kneeled again, observing her hands, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I just couldn’t open it, and it slipped out of my hands,” she scoffed, standing up to throw out the pickles she had just picked up.

“You could have asked me to open it for you,” Shawn sighed, standing up himself.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Y/N replied, wiping away the pickle juice from the floor.

“You’re talking to me now though,” Shawn was confused.

They had a big fight an hour ago, and she ignored him all along after it. So he decided to tighten up the pickles jar so she could come and ask him to open it. Obviously, it didn’t work out.

“Because you started talking to me first,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“That’s still kind of stupid; you could have just asked me to open it, instead of crashing it, you know,” Shawn mumbled, slightly offended that his plan hadn’t worked out.

“I didn’t crash it on purpose.”

“I know, but I tightened it on purpose,” Shawn spat out, the realization of exposing himself following right after.

“What?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms on her chest, “what did you do?”

“Well, I tightened the jar on purpose, so you couldn’t open it,” Shawn sighed, looking down, as guilt washed over him.

“Why? You wanted to get back at me that way?” Y/N almost got mad again, but Shawn quickly interrupted her.

“No, no, babe. I just wanted you to come and ask me to help you out with it. I just thought that’d be the easiest way to make up, you know.”

“You’re such a dork, Shawn,” Y/N sighed with a chuckle.

“You’re not mad?”

”You’re too adorable, Mendes,” Y/N laughed again, extending her arms toward him, “come here.”

Masterlist (Shawn Mendes)

Masterlist (Peter Parker/Tom H.)

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jizemderler

Buzzcut {Shawn Mendes}

A/N: Soo not all of us have lushes waist long hair. That‘s my inspo for this one, idk lol Got a lil dramatic tho. Enjoy!

Warning: Abusiv past

You‘ve been with Shawn for over a year now and you were really comfortable with him. As comfortable as you could get. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and saw that your once buzzcut hair grew a few inches. It was really nerve wracking not to cut it all off immediatly so you rushed out of the bathroom trying to forget. It had been 13 years since the last time you had long wavy hair. Shawn didn‘t know why you wouldn‘t let it grow out and you were still not ready to tell him. So you didn‘t.

He was lying in bed with his phone up close to his face while one hand was resting under his head. You crawled into bed too and snuggled yourself to his side. „You ready to sleep?“ he asked you and you kind of weren‘t. „Well…“ you said and propped yourself up on your elbow and smiled at him. „You do have a free day tomorrow.“ you said and played with the edge of his shirt, „ which means you don‘t have to wake up early.“ His appearing smile made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. He cupped your face with his free hand and put hsi phone away. „You look incredible.“ he said against your lips and you bit your bottom lip trying to hold yourself back. He leaned in closer and placed his lips on yours asking to enter with his tongue and you were happy to provide. Your hands were moving down his chest and you were about to pull up his shirt when his hand brushed into your hair and you felt a slight tug. You froze immediatly. You stopped doing what you were doing and Shawn had the feeling you turned into stone for a second. You pushed him away by his chest a little and closed your eyes to prevent the memories from bubbling up. „Shit.“ you cursed and jumped off the bed to rush into the bathroom but Shawn was quicker. „Hey, whats wrong?“ he said holding your elbow and being held back from leaving made your state even worse.

„Shawn let me go please.“ you hissed through gritted teeth and he scrunched up his brows. „Why? No. What happened? I noticed you doing this. I didn‘t say anything cause I waited for you to tell me but it‘s getting worse. Don‘t get me wrong I like your buzzcut. I love it actually. But whenever you grow it out just a tiny bit and I dare to touch it, you storm off, cutting it again. What‘s up with that?“ he asked and your mind was racing. You weren‘t ready. You couldn‘t talk about this right now. „Shawn, please. Don‘t.“ you begged him and your voice was breaking. As soon as he recognized how bad your condition was he let go of your elbow and stepped back. You rushed intot he bathroom immediatly and locked the door. Not long after, shawn heared the sound of the electric shaver echo through the apartment.

***

That was the first time Shawn mentioned anything about your weird behavior about your hair. He always thought that you just liked having short hair or that it was your statement. But after that night he was worried. It was getting weirder and weirder between the two of you and he hated it. So one day when he thought that you were in a good mood he decided to open up the topic and test the waters. He would let it go immediatly if he saw that it hurt you. But he needed to know.

„Honey?“ he said while you were both sitting on the couch. You were sitting cross legged inside of a blanket ball snacking on some popcorn. „We need to talk.“ he said and you tensed up immediatly. „I know you don‘t want to talk about it. But I need to know. I‘m worried.“ he said genuinly and you knew he was trying to help you but your eyes darted to the next exit involintarily. „Hey.“ he said taking your hand into his, intervining your fingers,“I‘m here for you.“ You knew you had to tell him at one point. Your relationship was getting better and better and more serious day by day. He needed to know. But you were scared.

You pushed the blanket away and put the popcorn onto the coffee table before turning the tv off. „So first of all, I need you to stay calm.“ you said while turning to him so you could look him into his eyes,“ I need you to stay calm for me so I don‘t loose it completly. And don‘t interrupt me, please. I don‘t know if I will be able to go on if I stop.“ you said taking his hand into yours and he intervined your fingers. „Sure.“ His brow eyes were looking soft and understanding and he gave you confidence. „I was six when he did it the first time.“ you pressed out and looked past him at the wall behind him. „I don‘t even remember what he was angry about or what had happened, but I do remember him storming into my room. His face was red from rage and I had never seen him like that before.“ you let go of his hand and placed yours on your head grabbing your imaginery hair, „ he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of the room. I remeber the thuds on the stairs while he dragged my downstairs by my hair. My scream filling the house, maybe even spilling outside if any windows were open. I remeber my scalp burning like hell when he finally let go in the living room where my Mom was. She was knocked out on the couch. I remember myself thinking why she was asleep when I was screaming my lungs out. I didn‘t know she had past out because of the pain.“

Your hand was still on your head moving side to side and you were in a trance like state. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to yell. He wanted to punch something all at once. But he couldn‘t. It wouldn‘t change anything and you‘d go back in your tiny little box and shut down.

„This went on for two years. I ended in the hospital several times but he always had an excuse and they believed him. Until one day,“ you said and looked into his eyes,“I was eight. My Mom had left us and it was just the two of us. It was in the middle of the night. He…was alone at night.“ you said and his hand shot forward and grabbed yours to give you strength. He knew what was coming. „Same old thing, dragging me by my hair. I once tried to cut it and he went even more mad. That night I lost a piece of me. He took it from me. He beat me up so bad afterwards that my screams woke up the neighbors and they came bursting in. I was unconsious when they found me. They took me to a hospital and due to my wounds on my head they had to shave my hair off. It was the first time I ever had a buzzcut. They made me sleep for three days before I was strong enough to wake up. And when I did I saw him. In my room. ‚You‘re not her‘ he said. ‚Wrong hair‘ he said before leaving. He snuck in without anyone seeing and snuck out without anyone seeing.“

You chuckled bitterly. „That was the moment I knew. If I had been able to cut my hair off earlier I would‘ve been free. It was my hair. This sick bastard was into my hair. Pulling it, tugging it. Dragging me by it. The sadistic prick loved it. But I was just eight. I didn‘t know. That day I swore myself to never let my hair grow ever again. I wouldn‘t give another bastard even the chance to do something like that. I know it‘s not the soloution to my problem, my therapist tried to work on it but it‘s the only way I feel safe and in power of my body. Otherwise I will lose myself.“

Your face was wet from the tears and so was his. „I love you Shawn. It took me thirteen years to even come near a guy intimatly. I can even let my hair grow a few inches without loosing my marbles. But whenever someone else touched it, I go straight back. Into that licing room. Into pain. Senseless pain and torture. Weakness. And I just can‘t. I have to work this out myself. I wish my love for you could like in movies but it can‘t. This is something I have to deal with.“

Shawn was speechless. He couldn‘t even move or think or do anything for that matter. He never would‘ve thought that it would be this horrible. He knew that your Mom was not your biological Mom. But he never thought of it this way. He never thought about why the system gave you into a family with a single mom. He hated all of this. He hated that it happened to you. He hated that he couldn‘t do anything about it. He hated him with all his being.

„I‘m sorry.“ was the only thing he could say and he was.

„Don‘t be. You‘re not responsible. I‘m just fucked up.“ you said chuckling and it felt like a weight got lifted up from your chest. „My therapist told me telling you would help me but I didn‘t believe her. We‘re going to tell her this. I can‘t stand her being right.“ you tried to joke but Shawn was still in shock. „I love you so much.“ he blurted out and looked at you in awe. He loved the strong, independent woman that was sitting infront of him. He admired your strength and your being over all. „So fucking much.“ he added and you blushed immediatly. „I love you too.“ you answerd and cupped his face. „So…you like my buzzcut.“ you said and he smiled sincerely. „I fucking love it.“

lettherosesgrow

MY HEART 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

mendesromano

another thing:

we should stop putting shawn on a pedestal because, guess what he isn’t superior. and i don’t mean that in a bad way, but shawn is human, and he is also heavily monitored at times. but shawn isn’t just shawn mendes, he has his own mindset, his own brain, and his own tongue to speak, think, and act with. he has done good that isn’t showed, and i don’t think generosity is something to publicize. he said he didn’t want to delve into those topics because well…he doesn’t. he can’t use his platform for every single social issue. if you want to critique him for his words, please take a look at his actions towards the women in his life. Teddy, Taylor, his mother, hell, he doesn’t have to treat his fans with respect, he doesn’t have to please them, but he does and he speaks avidly about the women in his life without minimizing of them. and about the black artists thing question.

shawn did the right thing, he isn’t a black artist so he couldn’t speak on behalf of them about their struggles, but what did he do? he stated that he has black artist friends and that they’re talented, he stated what he could without indulging in a topic that isn’t about him. i won’t expect him to speak on social issues because he feels obligated to, what i want to see of shawn is that he does good because he wants to not because he thinks he should. i don’t see shawn as a god and he does fuck up sometimes, but expecting him to always be well versed in everything isn’t realistic, i support him learning more, i support him feeling more open about his views and speaking about them more. but when he wants to, it’s a personal choice and forcing him to do it isn’t going to make him any more real, it’ll be shoving him into his people pleaser ways.

also, about a point, troye is an LGBT activist because…the boy’s gay. he’s an activist about something that he is, he acts for gay rights because he can represent them. and shawn? he wants to represent the new generation of artists, the more well versed, savvy young artists. he’s an activist for the ‘New Gen’ to actually change the world because? they have the tools to, even if the world around them is crumbling (EG: youth, his youth speech, the MV)

sammys-angel

Gen Positive

I love Genevieve Padalecki, I also loved Ruby despite everything she put Sam through. But you know, yeah, I will always love Gen.

I mean Ruby dudes, she’s so badass but at the same time I don’t even know.

I can’t help but love her

And Gen is so cute with Jared

I don’t need to explain that one…

And Gen playing Gen was awesome for me.

Fabulous acting.

Here’s Jared and Gen being cute.

And of course Gen being Gen

I REGRET NOTHING

sammys-angel

REBLOGGING BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS!

yayroos

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.