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aimaim94·3 days agoPhoto



UK residents SIGN HERE on the government petition

please, if you’re a UK resident, trans or not, please speak out on behalf of your trans family, friends. we suffer enough without the right to self-identify in the UK

if you aren’t from the UK please share this so that more Uk residents can see and speak up.

I know tumblr is america focused but PLEASE PLEASE reblog this, we trans folks in the UK have so much difficulty already. Please help us and reblog this.

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Writing is a process that often undergoes heavy edits… that includes responding to feedback. 

I had no idea this post would resonate with so many people. I let my vitriol surrounding several comments I received on a recent update get to me and it spilled out into .gif form and it’s now morphed into the most widely shared thing I’ve ever posted. So many comments and tags have said things along the lines of, “This was why I quit writing” or “This is why I hate writing fanfic.” And that’s soul crushing to hear, but I can relate. 

But while there are some crappy and entitled readers, there are also many brilliant ones and I’m so grateful for them. The huge response to this post made me go back and skim through the comments on my old stories, and comments like the one below are about half the reason some of those stories got finished, even if it was months later. 

Comments like these are so rare, but when they do come up, they leave me staring at my computer screen, drumming my fingers on the keyboard, struggling to convey my feelings about how their words have touched my heart. These are the comments that take the longest amount of time to respond to and the ones that cause me to wear out my backspace key the fastest. 

It’s easy to complain, but it’s literally just as easy to praise, so I just wanted to take a moment to recognize all those dear and dedicated readers who have propped me up when I wanted to quit. Readers like you are why I keep writing, and why I even feel honored to do it on rare occasion. 

And fellow writers, keep your heads up if you can. :) 

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aimaim94·15 days agoAnswer

I love how you write Pepper! Can I get a Pepper and Peter story? Maybe Peter shadowing her for a day, or #Protective Pepper making an apperance

Thank you very much! Of course you can! The story is kinda based on a post I saw either here or on pinterest, but sadly couldn’t find again.

Peter is very aware of the fact that he’s annoying everyone else in the room with his non-stop bouncing leg and cracking his knuckles again and again, but he can’t help himself, he’s too nervous to stop. Principal Morita sits behind his desk, trying his best to look calm and patient, and he’s somewhat succeeding at it. Brendan Weaver, Peter’s class mate, sits on the chair to Peter’s left, three feet between them. He’s known for having a big mouth, loving nothing more than talking back to literally anyone, but ever since his mother arrived, he’s been uncharacteristically quiet.

Mrs. Weaver, however, is the complete opposite of quiet. “I don’t have all day for this,” she says in an icy tone, tapping her long, manicured fingernails against her arm rest. “Some of us have jobs we need to get back to.”

“Peter’s guardian will be here any minute,” Principal Morita tries to sooth her, as Peter pulls his eyebrows together. Nobody told him who exactly is coming for him. He knows it can’t be May, knowing that she’s assisting in a big surgery today. Which only leaves Tony, because he’s his other emergency contact.

God, Tony would make this so much worse, Peter can already see it. He and Mrs. Weaver will most likely start throwing the chairs at each other or he will call his Iron Man suit or threaten to financially ruin their family. Peter loves Tony, he really does, but the man really doesn’t know the meaning of the word subtle or uncomplicated.

However, when the door to the office opens, it’s not Tony who struts inside, commanding every bit of attention in the room – it’s Pepper, dressed sharply and very professional in a dark grey business costume and dangerous looking stiletto heels. “Good afternoon,” she says, a small, polite smile on her lips. “I apologize for my delay, but I was in a meeting when you called.”

“Of course, Miss Potts,” Principal Morita says as he shakes Pepper’s hand, trying to blink his confusion away. Peter, on the other hand, stared at her openly, his brain not yet connecting the dots why she is here. “To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you. We called-“

“Tony, yes. But the UN needs Iron Man’s help in Turkmenistan today, so I stepped up. I hope that is alright,” she explains, and squeezes Peter’s shoulder as she takes a seat next to him. Peter tries his best to hide the bruise that is slowly forming on his cheekbone, but Pepper spots it almost immediately, eyes darkening a little bit.

Brendan still needs to stop staring and pick up his jaw from the ground, while Mrs. Weaver seems determined to look like she isn’t impressed by Pepper’s presence here. “Can we start, then?”

“Certainly,” Principal Morita agrees and clears his throat. “You both were already informed that Brendan and Peter fought today, and we need to discuss disciplinary measures.”

“This is ridiculous,” Mrs. Weaver scoffs, waving her hand around. “It was self-defense! Everyone said that that boy-“ she points to Peter, “started it by pushing Brendan against the lockers.”

“Peter, can you tell me what happened?” Pepper asks, ignoring the fuming woman.

But before Peter can say a word, Mrs. Weaver is talking again. “We already know what happened! He pushed my son!”

“I know Peter, and Peter doesn’t go around pushing people for fun. If he really did push him, he must have had a reason, and I would like to know that reason.” Once again ignoring the protests from the other woman, Pepper turns her entire attention to Peter.

The added attention doesn’t help with his nervousness, but he feels at least a bit at ease with Pepper next to him, knowing he has at least one person on his side. Hopefully. “I did push him,” he confesses. Mrs. Weaver starts talking again, but Principal Morita silences her with a few words.

“And why did you do that?”

Peter is very aware of the daggers that are coming out of Brendan’s eyes. “Because he kept pulling and snapping Nicole’s bra strap, even though she told him to stop.”

“Nicole Cooke?” Principal Morita asks, and writes the name down after Peter confirms it with a nod.

“Peter overreacted,” Brendan says with a roll of his eyes, trying to sound as dismissive as possible. “It was a joke!”

“Nicole didn’t think it was funny,” Peter snaps back, quickly glancing over to the other boy. “I told him to stop, but he didn’t, and then I pushed him.” For a second, he thinks about apologizing for pushing Brendan, because he’s pretty sure Principal Morita will make them do it anyway and he really didn’t mean to push him as hard as he did – but at the same time, he really isn’t sorry for his actions. Brendan was being a jerk.

“Brendan had to defend himself,” Mrs. Weaver is quick to say, “and that boy clearly only understands violence.”

This is the point where Tony would’ve start threatening Mrs. Weaver in a very not-subtle way. Pepper, on the other hand, only crosses her legs. “And do you think that a punch in the face is the right reaction to being pushed?”

“Like I said, there was obviously no reasoning with the boy.”

“Based on the events, I would say it’s the other way around, since Brendan didn’t understand the word no. Or did you teach him that it’s okay to pull on other people’s undergarments in public? Which legally could be seen as sexual assault.”

Brendan pales, while Mrs. Weaver turns red. “I’m not sitting here listening to these accusations from someone who slept with her boss to get her job.”

There’s a growl, and it takes Peter a moment to realize that he’s the one growling. It takes him another moment get enough of a grip on himself to stop. By now, Tony would’ve thrown a chair across the room.

But Pepper only turns eerily quiet. There’s a small smile on her face, one that sends a shiver down Peter’s spine. The temperature suddenly drops a few degrees. “Weaver, wasn’t it? Like the real estate agency, Weaver & Partner?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Weaver hisses, trying to keep up the façade, but Peter can clearly hear her fast heartbeat.

Pepper doesn’t say anything else, only gives Mrs. Weaver another long look before turning to Principal Morita, who looks like he wants to have both women out of his office as fast as possible. “You both will get one week of detention,” the principal says, ignoring Mrs. Weaver’s outraged huff of protest. “I will also talk to Nicole, and based on what she tells me, I might call you back in here. Now, Brendan, Peter, I want you to apologize to each other.”

They both mumble a half-hearted apology, and then Mrs. Weaver grabs her son and storms out of the room, not saying good-bye to anyone of them. Pepper isn’t faced by it one bit – in fact, she seems quite smug. Not the Tony kind of smug that is impossible to not notice, but a more subtle kind, showing in the way she shakes Principal Morita’s hand and thanks him for calling her.

Once they are back outside and inside Pepper’s car – sleek, black Audi, which Peter is pretty sure was a gift from Tony – Pepper takes his chin in her hand and gently moves his head around to get another look at his bruise. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Peter answers truthfully, “it looks a lot worse than it feels, and it’ll be gone in a few hours. No big deal.”

Pepper curls her lip, letting Peter silently know that it’s not no big deal, but doesn’t say anything else about it. Instead, she leans back in the seat and starts her car. “God, that woman is a witch. And by witch I mean another, very similar word that starts with b.”

Peter chuckles. “Thank you for coming, Miss Potts.”

“Of course,” she says, and rewards him with a smile. “I deal with whiny businessmen all day, this wasn’t so different from my usual agenda. And you know you can stop calling me Miss Potts.”

“Well, I’ll be calling you Mrs. Stark soon, if that’s better.”

Pepper laughs as she switches to the left lane. “I’m still thinking about convincing Tony to take my name, but – between us – Tony Potts doesn’t sound as good as I imagined.” While Peter has no doubt that Tony would have absolutely no problem in changing his name to Potts, he too has to admit that the name Tony Stark is kind of too iconic to change. “Peter, I’m very proud of you for helping that girl. Not everyone would’ve done that. And if that ever happens again, I’m more than happy to have another chat with your principle.”

Heat gathers in Peter’s cheeks, and he starts to nervously pull at the sleeves of his sweater. “It was nothing. But thank you, Miss Potts.”

“So,” Pepper says, sensing that Peter doesn’t really want to talk about it and – unlike Tony – changes the topic, “Tony didn’t put all his dirty mugs from his lab into the dishwasher before he flew off, even though I reminded him a couple of times. What do you say we get some cheeseburgers, and let him know how much fun we had today?”

Peter, already hungry because of his enhanced metabolism and knowing how much Tony loves fighting with other parents at his school and making a scene, smile brightly and nods.

About an hour later, on the other side of the world in Turkmenistan, FRIDAY pulls up the photo from Pepper and Peter with cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes in front of them, both grinning like a Cheshire cat, on Tony’s HUD and plays the five-minute long voicemail with the dramatic retelling of their day.

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aimaim94·17 days agoAnswer

Re Comfortember: I LOVE this idea and I'm going to participate (got 2 drafted already!), but a couple of these topics are triggering for me. BUT I'm a completionist and want to do all 30 days. Think you could give us, like, a handful wildcard-substitute topics?

Yay, omg that’s amazing, I’m so glad you wanna participate!!! 

So me and a friend (thank you @canonismybitch!) thought of a few alternatives for you and anyone who doesn’t feel comfortable writing some of prompts already listed:

1. Sick Character

2. Board Game

3. Stress Ball

4. Homesickness

5. Music

I hope these work for you!! I’ll be reblogging these to my side blog @comfortember for anyone who wants to use any of these substitutes!! 💛

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aimaim94·a month agoText


My psychology teacher: write down what you think about in a day


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aimaim94·2 months agoText


Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.

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aimaim94·2 months agoText


Hey guys!!! Welcome to the first ever Comfortember!! Yes, whump is nice buuuuut comfort tends to kinda get glossed over and imo, the comfort afterwards is the best part of the whump.


In the form of:

The month of November will be dedicated to all things fluff and comfort. I think this is gonna be so much fun, I hope you guys will consider participating!!

Please refer and follow my side blog here where all the fics for this challenge will be showcased, I also have an FAQ there as well but if you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to message me or send me an ask! 💛

I have also created a collection for this event so all the fics will be kept in one place, the link to that his here.

Thank you guys so much for reading this, I hope you consider participating and I can’t wait to read what everyone comes up with!!!

Adding my taglist under the cut in the hopes to spread the word, pleeeease do, I want this to become a thing!! 

Keep reading

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aimaim94·2 months agoAnswer

Hi! I find that I cannot access your master list suddenly? The link in your bio isn’t there any more. I absolutely love all that you two do for this fandom. Seriously, y’all are the best 💜 thank you!

Huh, that’s odd. It’s there for me. Are you accessing it on mobile? Anyways, here’s the link to our masterlist! And thank you!

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aimaim94·2 months agoText

“I’m not tired.” Peter grumbled as Tony tossed a blanket at him from where he sat on the couch.

“That big yawn just before betrayed you.” Tony teases as he threw a pillow.

“Okay. Maybe a quick nap before lab time wouldn’t hurt. 30 minutes tops.” Peter laid his head on the offered pillow.

“See you in three hours, Spider-Baby.” Tony kissed his forehead.

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aimaim94·2 months agoPhoto


it’s my sixth sense (x)

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aimaim94·2 months agoText



Welcome back to our weekly rec list! We hope that you had an amazing week, and if you haven’t already, don’t forget to check out our story rec and author shout out! Thank you to all those who participated in the vote this week, we can’t wait to see you next time!

Your Injuries Belong to Me by duskblue

Peter is hurt on patrol, and while he usually heals up quickly, this time… not so much. Unfortunately, he’s scheduled to attend a Stark Industries Gala the following night, so he’s just going to have to grin and bear it. He’ll do anything to get through the evening without disappointing Mr Stark. Even if it means hiding what could be a serious injury.

Note: Written to satisfy the “Gala/Press Conference” bingo square for my Iron Dad Bingo card.

| 6,111 Words | 1/1 Chapters | No Archive Warnings Apply | General Audiences |

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I lost myself again (But I remember you) by playfulparkson

He didn’t remember anything. Whatever those…men had done to him; they had scrambled his mind completely. He didn’t know where he was, how old he was, whether he had a family. Hell, he didn’t even know his own name. The men in there had called him Spider

| 2,521 Words | 1/1 Chapters | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Teen and Up Audiences |

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the secrets we keep by paperowl

“No, Mr. Stark, you don’t get it. I killed my uncle.” Peter chokes the words out, blinking back tears.

An anti-Spider-man article is published in the Daily Bugle questioning his “heroic” acts, and Peter starts to believe it.

| 1,408 Words | 1/1 Chapters | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Teen and Up Audiences |

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should’ve stuck with the legos by akapeterman

Tony picked up on the third ring.
“What’s up, kid? Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with your nerd buddies?”
“Mr Stark,” Peter paused, taking a deep breath, “I really messed up.”
Tony’s heart stopped.

or : peter gets shot and tony has to come save the day. another short drabble to add to my ‘hurting peter’ collection because that’s fun.

| 930 Words | 1/1 Chapters | No Archive Warnings Apply | General Audiences |

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Breathe by mainstreamelectricalparade

4-year-old Peter has his first asthma attack, and, true to this fandom’s usual style, it’s a bit of an ordeal.

| 1,334 Words | 1/1 Chapters | No Archive Warnings Apply | General Audiences |

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out like a light by lavishhallucinations

Tony is just walking into the lounge when he sees Peter’s head start to roll forward. He bolts across the room and steadies the kid before he can fall. Peter groans slightly, eyebrows knitting together.

“I gotcha.” Tony says, holding Peter to his chest.

“Sorry.” Peter mumbles, then he’s falling in Tony’s arms, knees buckling.

- - -

or, five times tony caught peter when he fainted. and the one time he couldn’t.

| 4,862 Words | 1/1 Chapters | No Archive Warnings Apply | General Audiences |

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Fight Like You’re Running Out of Time by jelly_pies

Peter startles awake in front of a glaring light and a camera.

“See, there’s your proof of life,” a voice says. “You’ll meet our demands this time, won’t you, Stark? You have thirty-six hours.”


Peter is kidnapped, and Tony races against the clock to get him back. But even through the torture, Peter can’t help feeling like something is off—like all of this was meant for someone else, not him.

| 8,513 Words | 1/1 Chapters | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Teen and Up Audiences |

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A Hug is All I Need by chvotic

Peter started to nod, but his eyes betrayed him. At the same time, a tear dripped down his cheek and his lower lip began to wobble. He tried to hide it, he tried to will the tears to go away by looking up at the ceiling, hoping they’d just go back into his eyes and stay there.

It didn’t work. When he looked back down, even more tears poured down his cheeks.

Or, in which, both Peter and author are struggling and just want a hug.

| 2,937 Words | 1/1 Chapters | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | General Audiences | 

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aimaim94·2 months agoPhoto


The projects that I end up doing, that I want to be involved with in any way, have always been projects that will be impactful, for the most part, to my people — to black people. To see black people in ways which you have not seen them before. So Black Panther was on my radar, and in my dreams.

The world lost a good one. 💔

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