And I come back, stronger than a 90s trend. - Willow, Evermore.
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
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And I come back, stronger than a 90s trend. - Willow, Evermore.
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[Yes, the pictures are from my Pinterest. Yes, I have terrible cam quality.]
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getting lonely on a hellsite for weird kids and loners was not on my bingo card but sure i guess.
anybody wanna interact with @ciao-amore-xo ???????
Morgan was having hallucinations. No, not really hallucinations-- more like, figments of imagination come alive that kids her age usually had. A monster under her bed. The tree outside the window that looked like a person. The coat on her chair that stared at her at night.
Tony tried to show her that none of those things were real, and it worked for a first few nights-- until the feeling of security wore off and imagination took hold again. It got to a point where Morgan couldn't sleep in her own room.
Tony got the idea on pure accident. The door to that room-- empty, lifeless, filled with forever unpacked boxes-- just happened to be pulled open a bit, and that plushie just happened to be in his line of sight on top of the bedsheets.
It wasn't necessary, he knew -- the monsters under the bed should not have been real-- but he also knew that, in their world, they might just be. He used the same designs he installed in 17A. Two pairs of robotic limbs, all fitting nicely in their nanite storing unit and hidden in the stuffing inside the toy. A carefully hidden zipper on the toy's back, so the limbs wouldn't tear it apart.
It was perfect. He gave the toy to Morgan next time he tucked her in.
"This is Spider-Man," Tony told her, uselessly, because Morgan already knew exactly whom the toy resembled. Tony made sure of it. "He can't make the monsters go away, but he will protect you from them. No matter what, you don't need to be afraid, because he won't let them hurt you."
Morgan had less and less trouble sleeping, after that, and no longer needed to hide under his and Pepper's blankets.
write it anyway even if you think it’s bad. a badly written fic is still better than a nonexistent fic.
tumhari pfp bahut sundhar hothi hain
(please excuse my thoda thoda hindi)
Aww, thank you, I was actually planning to change it since the person I matched it with doesn't play anymore. Any suggestions?
Dw, it's crazy good for anyone out here.
what about a cat dressed up as Tony or smth
lmaaaao i'll try to find that
tumhari pfp bahut sundhar hothi hain
(please excuse my thoda thoda hindi)
Aww, thank you, I was actually planning to change it since the person I matched it with doesn't play anymore. Any suggestions?
Dw, it's crazy good for anyone out here.
“TIME HEIST! TIME HEIST! TIME HEIST! Oh, you guys this is awesome. I’m pulling a time heist with the Avengers!!!” — Scott Lang, while all the Avengers are depressed asf, probably
I want nachos and ice cream so fucking bad chat
*Hits reblog while literally eating brownie flavored straight from the tub.
fanfic writers who type their works directly onto ao3 instead of copy-and-pasting from elsewhere have no fear. fear fears them.
unfortunately my story needs a middle. i personally think this is excessive
it's absurd that i feel all this pressure and haphazard brain, it's all simple. one step at a time but i am still seeing the whole staircase and scaring myself shitless...i feel really..junky..everything is in constant flux..i am learning to let go..but i also am too much in my head sometimes and i make it a bad place to be...'took the E off emotion and been on the go ever since'...i am proud of completing lil things and i want more,..will doing more make myself love me more? or is it just like i am putting a condition? but aren't i doing it cuz i already love and care for myself...i want to see sun seep through between the tree leaves, i want to be in my cotton tshirts and have cold water, i want to spend time for me and i want to learn
The worst part about writing is that sometimes you actually have to write.
The best part about writing is also that sometimes you have to write.
I will not elaborate further.
I think ao3 is literally the only site where no censorship means no censorship. you can post the most vile things on there — things that will get taken down on any other platforms — and ao3 will protect you, your works, and your rights to create whatever you want, however you want.
and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.
everybody say thank you ao3