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To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
rarely do you see a post with so many reblogs and so few likes :O
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Don’t forget aromantics!
My coworkers complain when we can’t assign homework over Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. As if somehow this interferes with their ability to teach their classes.
My coworkers complain that our Muslim students get to leave class to pray Salat at noon. Like, we have maybe one Muslim student every two or three years - thus far, all extraordinarily respectful and lovely kids! - and they slip quietly out of class to pray.
My coworkers find all this infuriating. “Imagine,” they cry, “If a Christian kid asked to do that.”
I calmly explain, every single time, that a Christian kid would never HAVE to do that, because every single Christian holy day is a day off school. Good Friday. Easter Sunday. Christmas day. Our entire country interrupts its financial and educational systems - schedules its WEEKS - around the Christian prayer customs and seasons.
God forbid we temporarily unclip the rope barrier and leave an opening for someone whose religious traditions vary from our own.
Heck, the only holy day we DON’T get off is Ash Wednesday, and that only involves a church service if you’re Catholic.
DING DING DING
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Never Again is right now! Wake up and fight back!
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This is for you fanfic boxer AU writers out there.
I’m a boxer and sometimes you guys get close with things, but you’re never quite there.
1. After a match, weather the fighter wins or loses, they will be tired. They will be very tired and they will be in pain and the next day? Don’t even get me started on how sore they’re gonna be.
2. Boxing takes A LOT of training. When I’m not training for a fight I spend about 7 or 8 hours a week training, but when I am training? It’s closer to 3 hours a day, 3×7 is 21, so give or take 21 hours training for a fight.
3. Unless they are a professional, which isn’t all glamor and riches like you see on Floyd Maywhethers instagram, they have to wear trunks and a tank top in the ring. And headgear.
4. When you’re in a match, you can hear people yelling for you. But you don’t see them. All of your attention is on your opponent and there is no time to sneak a smirk and your lover.
5. Boxers have cut men. Those fics you read about after the fight, their wrists are cut up and bruised? That DOESN’T happen. Fists are wrapped with gauze, and then with tape. What you can get though, what many boxers get, are broken thumbs or the boxers fracture. Write about that.
6. This is a lil something for all of you whumpy writers, something I would expect to see more of: Weight Cut. The boxer is tired and weak from lack of nutrition, the training camp took it’s toll on the boxers body. But the weight cut? (Brief breakdown of water weight cut: fighter sits in hot bath water or sauna and sweats a lot. if you want to see how bad it can get, look up cyborgs weight cut on youtube.) The boxer is weak at the knees, their lips are dry and cracked, they can barely stand upright to get on the scale.
I’m just doing my part here. Thank you for your time.
A continuation because I feel like it
7. Boxing saves lives. Again and again and again this sport has kept kids off the streets. There are a lot of programs, Atlas Cops and Kids being one of the most well known, that prove that putting kids in the gym also takes them off of the streets. Show me a kid that got pulled off the streets and pushed into the ring and LIVED.
8. The people you box with are your family. I’m the only girl in a gym with about 50 guys, so I have a lot of makeshift brother figures. The guys look out for me and tell creepy guys off but also choke slam me onto the ground.
9. Boxers are cocky. So so unbelievably cocky. I’m cocky, the other boxers in the gym are cocky, it just runs in fighter blood. Give me boxers that stick their tounge out at their opponent and jump in the air when they win.
10. Give me boxers that lose. Tell me how they got knocked down and couldn’t get back up, tell me how they got knocked around until the referee called it. Tell me about them crying in the bathroom or the dressing room after they trained for weeks just to lose. They go back to the gym and their training partners give them sad smiles. Tell me about how they lose. Let them lose.
It’s part three, babey
11. Give me female fighters. Women’s boxing isn’t as prominent as women’s MMA, we still haven’t had a boxers version of Ronda Rousey. But we are here. Against all odds, women compete on the Amature, Olympic and Professional levels. Give me something other than a supportive girlfriend that comes to the fight. Give me the movie star rubbing out (y/n)’s shoulders after a few tough days in the gym.
12. Give me nice boxers. Sure, we might be cocky and arrogant and we may beat the shit out of people, but we’re nice. Most of the boxers I’ve meet are A. very funny, B. very encouraging, and C. super kind.
13. Underground boxing isn’t a real thing. I mean, not really. There’s no point. You get some amature fights under your belt and then you turn Pro, there’s NO reason that any boxer would want to fight illegally when professional boxers get brand deals, and money, and their name up in lights. There is no secret ring underneath your local pub. Hollywood lied.
14. Give me boxers who are afraid. I’ve never had a brain for numbers so when I realized, hey, I can do this for a living, it became everything. Every time I fight, I’m scared to lose. I have to win fights to be seen by big time management companies, and that is a lot of pressure. {Boxing was listed as the most difficult sport ever, and a lot of that is because boxers have to box through their fear. You get into the ring and your opponent has one goal, and that is to hurt you. I had a panic attack after my fight just a few days ago (I lost the fight by a split decicion, but my corner and I really felt like I won) because losing a fight is the worst thing that can happen. This isn’t like other sports, it’s not a game or a meet and then it’s all over. For me, for other boxers, it feels like life and death.
15. Going off of my last point, this sport is serious. It’s not, oh, ok, I’m going to get in the ring and if I lose it will suck but it’s not exactly the end of the world. This is a lifestyle, and any boxer will tell you that. This is fighting though broken bones and kidneys battered until they bleed. You don’t win a fight by climbing into the ring and throwing some punches. You win the fight during a brutal training camp when you’re wheezing for the breath you can’t catch and spitting out blood. The fight, that’s just when you prove it.
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My brain on drugs
Ah that poor person in front of the fence, she missed out one of the coolest things ever.
you (has waffles for breakfast, goes to parties, been to ikea): do u listen to drake
me (eats the bark of the rare almond tree for its classy unique taste, spends friday nights studying gregorian chants, refers to my classmates as “brethren” out of respect): whom?
u sound like a virgin
u better take that back…….hooo boy im getting heated……freaking take it back…im seriou,s dude….ooh hoooo i swear take that back…….
someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow
Date night is something sacred for Tony and Pepper. Mostly because they’re so rare due to their busy schedules. Sometimes, they go weeks without having one, and even though they try to balance it out by having three in a week with little work to do (which happens almost never), it still isn’t enough. Hence the Date Night Protocol which blocks every call, text, and email, making it almost impossible to reach them. The only ones that can reach them in case of apocalyptical emergencies are Rhodey, Happy, and Peter.
They just finished their steaks when FRIDAY interrupts their home-cooked meal. “Mr. Parker attempts to contact you.” Tony’s mouth is already open, the words that asking him to come to the boy’s school for his Physics project is not an emergency, but the AI continues. “He wishes to speak to Miss Potts.”
“What?” Tony can’t help but yell, and Pepper laughs at his dumbfounded expression. “Why?”
“He did not specify.”
“Are you worried that you’re going to lose your intern?” she asks with a smirk and takes another sip of her wine.
Tony squints his eyes. “No, why? Are you conspiring against me? Should I be worried?”
“I’m just saying that he’s still starstruck every time he sees me. You, on the other hand, just get his sass.”
“Well, I’ll have you know that that’s how teenager express their love these days.” Pepper chuckles again, and Tony waves his hand. “Let’s see what he wants, then. Connect the call, FRI.” A soft beep indicates the connected line. “Parker! Why do you try to distract my date? I have dibs on her tonight.” He winks at Pepper and gets an affectionate eye roll in return.
Something is wrong. Peter isn’t rambling. He isn’t apologizing. Instead, they just hear heavy breathing, and some noises Tony cannot place. A bad feeling settles in his stomach, and Pepper puts her glass down.
Finally, Peter speaks. “I’m sorry.” He sounds awful. His voice cracks at the first syllable, and it carries a kind of hoarseness Tony can’t put his finger on. “I forgot it’s date night. I’ll call back tomorrow.”
“It’s fine, Peter,” Pepper quickly says before he can hang up. “What do you want to talk to me about?” More silence. Something Pepper had dubbed Peter Panic – the kind of frenzy panic Tony always gets whenever a certain spider-boy is involved – starts spreading inside him. Without thinking about it, he pulls up Peter’s vitals – or tries to, at least. He’s not in his suit, hasn’t been for hours. More panic. “Peter?”
On the other line, Peter takes a deep breath. “I know you’re in charge of all the bureaucratic stuff and all that, and- I’m really sorry for asking, but I need my internship to be a paid position.”
Tony and Pepper share a look. Peter never ever asks for money. They tried to give him some on multiple occasions, one way or the other; a paid position, a bonus, a special gift. He always rejects them, saying he isn’t doing this for money, it feels wrong to take it, it’s too much to accept it, etcetera, etcetera. And now, without any preamble, without a single, exiguous hint, he’s asking for money?
Something is wrong. Something must have happened.
Pepper’s voice is warm and calm, with absolutely no indication that she’s worried. “Of course. We already offered you one weeks ago.” Peter doesn’t comment, and Tony’s mind is racing. Pepper lays her hand on his to keep him calm. For the first time since, well, ever, it’s not working. “Do you want to talk about the details?”
“I –“ he takes a shaky breath, and clears his throat. “I don’t think so. I just need a certification as soon as possible.” Tony has to draw a deep breath to stay calm, his hands gripping the table so tight, his knuckles turned white. The only reason he isn’t screaming and demanding answers is that he knows that Peter probably will not answer them if he does. It takes a lot for the boy to ask for anything at all. Showing any negative reaction, no matter what it’s aimed at, will most likely backfire. “And I … I want to ask about lawyers.”
Tony is close to hyperventilating now. Why is he asking for money and about lawyers? Every atom in his body screams at him to suit up and fly to him and fix whatever happened. To demand answers, to demand them now, because he needs to know what’s going on. Pepper gives him a pointed look, silently asking him to let her handle this. He can’t open his mouth. He’ll most likely start screaming if he does. Instead, he closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on the noises in the background. They sound familiar. “What do you want to know?”
“Do you know any good ones that aren’t too expensive? I think – I think I can scrape about three hundred bucks together, but –“ Peter voice breaks.
Tony’s patience breaks. “Peter, where are you? What’s going on? Why do you need money and a lawyer?”
“Mr. Stark,” he says, but it comes out as a sob.
The mechanic’s heart aches so bad. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Pepper scrolling through her phone, most likely looking for their lawyer Johnson. “I’m here. Talk to me.” This time, Peter really sobs. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably. “Where are you? I need you to answer me.”
“Hospital,” he answers. Tony is standing in an instant, calling his suit to him, and asking FRIDAY to locate Peter’s phone. Pepper gets up, too, still focused on the device in her hands, but sporting her usual, badass business demeanor.
“I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just sit tight.”
“There was an accident and- ,” Peter continues, his voice wet and so, so shaky. Tony stops. His mind connects the dots. No. He doesn’t want to hear what comes next. He can feel it in his bones, can feel the overwhelming sadness, can feel the unbelievable cruelty of the world. Why does such a sweet boy like him deserve so much grief and tragedy in his life? “May is- She’s –“ The rest of the sentence is swallowed by a violent sob, but they don’t need to hear it. Pepper gasps, grabbing Tony’s arm, either for his sake or hers. Tony’s heart is shattered in a million pieces. There is only a single thought on his mind: he needs to get to Peter. Now.
“I’m coming to you, Peter. I’ll be there before you know it, okay?” Peter mumbles something about a doctor coming to him and ends the call.
For a split second, neither of them moves, too floored by what just happened. Then, the moment is over and Tony turns to her, his mind already made up. “Pepper, I can’t-“
She shakes her head. “I know. And I’m on board.” A small, sad smile tucks on her lips. “The Tower would be awfully quiet without him. Go. I’ll have Happy drive me there, and deal with the rest.” Tony loves this woman. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her. He gives her hand a quick squeeze, and dashes to the nearest balcony where his suit is already waiting for him.
It takes nearly seven minutes for him to get to the hospital. He lands in an alleyway, steps out of the suit, and runs inside the building. His glasses navigate him to the location of Peter’s phone, and with every step he takes, his heartrate picks up. Tony doesn’t really have a plan other than make sure Peter is okay. No matter what it will take, though in the back of his head, he already knows what that means.
Peter sits in an otherwise empty corridor on some really uncomfortably looking chairs. His face is pale, except for a few bright red blotches on his cheeks. He doesn’t appear to be injured. Physically, at least, but he’s probably in some kind of shock. His gaze is empty and far away, and he’s perfectly still, which is something Tony has never see him do before. Tony wants desperately to run over to him and engulf him in a hug that makes him forget all of his worries, but something stops him.
Instead, he approaches him cautiously, opting to crouch down in front of him. Peter’s gaze is going right through him. “Peter?” he asks in a soft voice, and puts a hand on his arm.
For a long moment, it looks like Peter didn’t hear him. Then, he finally says: “I don’t know how to do taxes.” Tony doesn’t interrupt him. It’s not too hard to figure out what Peter wants to do. He lost his legal guardian. He’s asking for a paid position, and a document that proves it. He’s asking for a lawyer. He wants to emancipate himself. “Or what kind of insurances I need. And I’m really bad at doing the laundry. Or cooking. All I can do is reheat leftovers and cook frozen meals. May always reminds- … reminded me to eat greens and veggies, but I don’t know how to cook them. Or how to store them. What if everything I buy just addles?”
“We’ll figure it out,” Tony says, even though he isn’t sure Peter hears a word he’s saying. “We’ll have FRIDAY look everything up and make a list.”
“There is a convention next month. Ned and I planned to go. May was supposed to drive us there.”
“Happy can drive you.”
It looks like Peter wants to continue, but he stops. His eyes snap to Tony’s, finally recognizing the man in front of him. It takes Tony everything to stay still, to be strong for Peter, because the boy looks miserable. “May is dead,” he whispers with a broken voice.
The stupor breaks. Peter shakes uncontrollably as tears stream down his face, and Tony doesn’t even hesitate for a heartbeat before he pulls him in for a fierce hug. He whispers comforting nonsense, saying how sorry he is, that it’s okay to cry, to feel grief, that he isn’t alone, but he doubts Peter can hear his words over the sobs. He clings to him with such a tight grip, Tony is pretty sure the seams of his jacket rip. For a while – it feels like it could be everything from a few minutes to an eternity – they stay like this, Peter drowning in his grief and sadness, and Tony doing his best to hold his pieces together.
“I can’t go into foster care,” Peter sobs into his shoulder. “I can’t-can’t live with strangers. I just- I can’t.”
“You don’t have to live with strangers,” Tony reassures him.
“Th-That’s why I need the lawyer and the paid position.”
Tony’s heart is beating way too fast. Memories of his own childhood flash before his eyes. Doubts of his ability to be a father for any living being haunt him. The urge to make sure Peter is safe overwrites them all. “You don’t need to emancipate, Peter. You can live with us. With Pepper and me in the Tower.”
The boy stills and slowly looks up to his mentor. Tony wants to wrap him in a blanket and shield him from all the bad things in the world, but he just holds his gaze. “For how long?”
His next words should feel heavy. They should be difficult to say. But in this moment, they’re rolling off the tongue. “Forever, if you want to.” Peter blinks, a few stray tears that pooled in his eyes rolling down his cheeks. Tony quickly brushes them away. “Or just until the morning. However long you want or need. Whatever you want to do, I’ll always be there for you. You’re not alone, Peter.”
Peter doesn’t answer him. His eyes well up, and he buries his face in Tony’s shoulder, crying again. Tony just holds him, unable to do anything else. But he truly means what he said. Whatever Peter will decide to do, Tony will always be a step behind him to catch him if he tumbles and falls, and cheer for him when he succeeds. He just prays it’ll be enough.
who is tim horton and why does everyone in canada know him
oh ya timmy’s just a good bud there eh
what does this say
my grandma dated tim horton
my grandma is tim horton
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Far From You (Home) Masterlist
SUMMARY: y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there.
basically, y/n has been distancing herself & peter misses her & this school trip is a great way for him to coax her back into the real world & y/n really loves peter but is super sensitive and scared to lose him & also mysterio shows up at some point ugh @ nick fury leave ned leeds alone
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PROLOGUE
the beginning: peter stops by the compound with a proposal for y/n to join their class in europe, happy steals y/n’s clothes, & harry osborn is a verified hottie
VENICE
Pt. 1 - y/n ships betty and ned real hard, peter kisses one (1) girl, and y/n finds out flash can speak italian
Pt. 2 - a huge water creature attacks, y/n takes a swim, & peter makes a new friend while y/n steals a boat
Pt. 3 - peter nerds out about aliens, flash gets laid out in a train station, & y/n steals wine on a plane
PRAGUE
Pt. 1 - peter pulls out the ol’ glasses, ned gets his groove on at da club, and y/n finds herself thirsty for one (1) pining & suave harry osborn
Pt. 2 - mj proves herself to be coolest human #1, y/n & peter get emotional over dumplings, & flash starts a tipsy game of truth or dare
Pt. 3 - y/n breaks into s.h.i.e.l.d., peter is forced to start a prank war, and ned leeds loves carnivals
LONDON
Pt. 1 - peter decides to devote himself to mj, y/n makes a secret deal with nick fury, and honestly harry osborn just keeps getting hotter
Pt. 2 - y/n makes a huge decision about her senior year, peter gets an suit upgrade & happy is terrible at reading the room
Pt. 3 - mysterio thinks he owns the place, y/n makes a sacrifice, & peter learns a thing or two about loss while mj has a superhero moment
EPILOGUE
the end: y/n & mj swap lasagna recipes, college is quite a time to be alive, & no one warned peter about how annoying teenagers are
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the rest of my spider-man writing (including blurbs from the series & the masterlist to the sequel of this series) can be found here –>
Spider-Man Writing
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Far From You (Home) Masterlist
SUMMARY: y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there.
basically, y/n has been distancing herself & peter misses her & this school trip is a great way for him to coax her back into the real world & y/n really loves peter but is super sensitive and scared to lose him & also mysterio shows up at some point ugh @ nick fury leave ned leeds alone
* * *
PROLOGUE
the beginning: peter stops by the compound with a proposal for y/n to join their class in europe, happy steals y/n’s clothes, & harry osborn is a verified hottie
VENICE
Pt. 1 - y/n ships betty and ned real hard, peter kisses one (1) girl, and y/n finds out flash can speak italian
Pt. 2 - a huge water creature attacks, y/n takes a swim, & peter makes a new friend while y/n steals a boat
Pt. 3 - peter nerds out about aliens, flash gets laid out in a train station, & y/n steals wine on a plane
PRAGUE
Pt. 1 - peter pulls out the ol’ glasses, ned gets his groove on at da club, and y/n finds herself thirsty for one (1) pining & suave harry osborn
Pt. 2 - mj proves herself to be coolest human #1, y/n & peter get emotional over dumplings, & flash starts a tipsy game of truth or dare
Pt. 3 - y/n breaks into s.h.i.e.l.d., peter is forced to start a prank war, and ned leeds loves carnivals
LONDON
Pt. 1 - peter decides to devote himself to mj, y/n makes a secret deal with nick fury, and honestly harry osborn just keeps getting hotter
Pt. 2 - y/n makes a huge decision about her senior year, peter gets an suit upgrade & happy is terrible at reading the room
Pt. 3 - mysterio thinks he owns the place, y/n makes a sacrifice, & peter learns a thing or two about loss while mj has a superhero moment
EPILOGUE
the end: y/n & mj swap lasagna recipes, college is quite a time to be alive, & no one warned peter about how annoying teenagers are
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the rest of my spider-man writing (including blurbs from the series & the masterlist to the sequel of this series) can be found here –>
Spider-Man Writing
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i’m a thirsty narcissistic hoe for feedback plz send me a message
donate: buy marlie b a coffee ?
