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Dear, Deadpool fanfic writers,
Deadpool does not like chimichangas, he hates them
He does, however, like tacos.
stop making him eat chimichangas >:(
he only likes saying chimichangas because it's a fun word to say
love,
a distraught spideypool fan
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Peter getting severely burnt on his arm or something while fighting someone as Spider-man, turning to Wade "Hey at least we match now"
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Can confirm it's one of the first things I mention if anyone talks about these two
"HEY DID YOU KNOW THEY HAVE A CHILD TOGETHER????"
Wade and Peter canonically have a son and we don't talk about that enough :(
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i love wade calling pete/spidey baby boy - however, peter calling wade baby girl ???? hnngghhh
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Sketchbook pages because I forget it exists, plus some background work with bad planning
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ideas for tumblr staff
dont remove the boop button
stop banning trans women for no reason
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Sincerely makes my blood boil when people say Peter was blackmailed 🥰
Recruiting Peter in Civil War: Tony blackmailed him?
We are reviewing this statement:
Tony “blackmailed a teenager to help fight his battles for him (Civil War) (which for the record, constitutes as a fucking war crime)”.
Part 2. He did not blackmailed him:
I checked the scene where Tony and Peter met and did not find anything that could be considered a blackmail. I'm not even talking about “blackmail to fight”. If anyone finds it, let me know, please.
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What we actually have there: Tony obviously needs to know how to behave with Aunt May and other people who know/don’t know who Spider-Man is. He asks at 1:19:40:
T: “Who else knows? Anybody?”.
P: “Nobody”.
T: “Not even your unusually attractive aunt?”.
P: “No. No. No! If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out”.
And Tony changes the subject of the conversation to the webbing. Was there “blackmailing”? No, nothing. Was there a joke about the usual portrayal of Aunt May as a Grandma May? Yep. Then at 1:22:10, Tony says about the trip to Germany:
T: “Better tell aunt Hottie I’m taking you on a field trip”.
P: “Don’t tell Aunt May”. Meaning “don’t tell her I’m Spider-Man” of course, not about the field trip. And Tony doesn’t tell her. Why would he?
T: “Alright, Spider-Man”.
At the end of the Airport Battle, when Peter was hit by Ant-Man, Tony rushes to him right away (1:43:05) to check if he’s alright:
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T: “Kid, you alright? Same side. Guess who. Hi. It’s me”.
P: “Hey, man. That was scary”.
T: “Yeah. You’re done. Alright? You did a good job”.
P: “What? I’m good, I’m fine”.
T: “Stay down”.
P: “No, it’s good. I gotta get him back”.
T: “You are going home or I’ll call Aunt May. You’re done”.
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Tony is “blackmailing” Peter here, to call Aunt May if Peter won’t stop fighting and go home. To call and tell her what? There is no explanation in the movie. You think he was talking about “I’ll call her and tell her that you are Spider-Man”? That’s what you think? You need some proof. Tell me when you gather them, I wanna see.
So, let’s see what this “blackmailing” looks like. Imagine, you are babysitting a kid. The kid was playing with something for a while, but started to do something harmful to himself. You tell him to stop, but he refuses. Then you tell him you will call his parents if he doesn’t stop. Is this blackmailing?
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Tumblr feels so different without the boops
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this boop thing needs to be permanent. the serotonin levels i'm getting are comparable to hard drugs
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Introduction post?!?!
HELLO!!
☆ I go by Parker (last name as a first name? So QuiRkY) ☆ He/They ☆ 17 (2006) ☆
Current things eating away at my brain
Spider-man
Deadpool
Spideypool (woAh no way)
Just marvel stuff....
I still got barely any idea how to use tumblr but I do art and have random thought headcanons so if you wanna ask me to draw stuff I totally will cause I never have the really good juicy ideas (definitely doesnt sound weird saying juicy)
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So sorry *boop**boop**boop**boo-
IM SO SORRY FOR SPAMMING THE HECK OUT OF YOU WITH BOOPS ITS JUST SO ENTERTAINING
how dare you *boop**boop**boop**boop**boo-
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Desperately waiting for a full fanfiction
Thinking about restless spirit Tony Stark who just can't move on to the after life.
The first thing he does once he realizes he's an apparition is check on Pepper and Morgan. True to their word, they're okay. He watches them for a bit but feels this deep unrest pulling him away from the quaint home he yearns for.
There's a deep wrongness within him, some unfinished business that draws him back to New York.
He fears for a moment that it's Peter- but no, it can't be him. He'll be in Massachusetts right now, attending MIT as a freshman. There isn't a doubt in Tony's mind that his little genius is already making his mark.
Still, he follows the pull of his spirit to some dingy Queens' apartment he's never been to before.
It's deep in the night yet the apartment is empty. He looks around a bit, his body phasing through anything he attempts to touch.
It's small and dirty. There's old coffee cups on the desk, alongside a couple GED manuals. Great, the universe thinks he has unfinished business with some broke high school dropout.
He's pondering how he must have screwed up this kid's life; was it the Avengers, Stark Industries? Maybe his old playboy lifestyle is finally coming to bite him in the ass.
His contemplation is cut short by the sound of the window cracking open.
It strikes Tony for a moment that maybe he's stuck on Earth to be a guardian angel, Iron Man living on as some invisible protector against whatever creep is sneaking into people's windows. It doesn't make much sense considering the whole non-corporeal thing, but he still stiffens like he's ready for a fight.
He sees a man- no, a thing? A creature maybe, or an alien. Even in death Tony can't escape being one of Earth's mightiest heroes.
The creature is shrouded in darkness, something slick and bald crawling inside the room with terrifying grace and silence. It shuts the window with a soft kssssh as the seal is formed.
And then it pulls off its mask.
There, with the click of a table lamp, glows the face of Peter Parker.
He's definitely older now; sturdier shoulders, a rugged set of his jaw, hair tamed to something semi-professional. Still present, though, are those gentle brown eyes.
Nothing makes sense right now. Why is his kid here, in this apartment? Surely May wouldn't allow this. How many tenant laws does this place break? Where are his little sidekick friends? And on what planet would Peter Parker ever need a GED?
Tony's getting angry now, watching Peter move around the tiny space. He changes out of his costume and into pajamas. That spider suit isn't Tony's suit, it looks like cheap craft store fabric.
The kid opens a small freezer and pulls out the singular bag of peas that reside in there, pressing it against his ribs while he goes to pop some bread into a toaster.
Tony takes note of every glimpse he gains into Peter's life. Empty cabinets when he reaches for a jar of peanut butter. A fridge housing nothing but condiments and energy drinks when he goes to grab jam. A drawer with two spoons, no forks, and a paring knife which he pulls out and sticks into the strawberry jam jar just as the toast pops.
This is all so wrong.
Tony's outrage is coming to a rolling boil. Peter deserves the world- he was gonna give him the world. He couldn't wait to send Peter to MIT and show him off as his protégé. Tony was gonna fund his projects, tease him about pretty girls, maybe even see him step back from Spider-Man and act like a normal college kid. He wanted to see him flourish and grow up. It was all he could think about when Peter turned to dust between his fingers; he should be goofing off with his friends at a mathletes meeting, or building Legos, not fighting an intergalactic war.
Tony couldn't even conceive how much went wrong to end up here.
Alone. Broke. No school. He didn't even have his Stark suit to protect him. Everything that made him him has been stripped, leaving him in this shallow box with scuffed paint and hollow cabinets.
Tony can feel the violent rage burn deep in his spirit as he thinks about it.
This is why he's here. He can't let his boy live like this, wasting his potential to be some villain's punching bag. Where is everyone? Does no one care enough to stop this? The fury that builds in Tony is dangerous, wondering why a dead man is the only one who cares about the teen's life right now.
Without thinking Tony's hand reaches for the GED textbook, a mocking piece of work that laughs in his face, and throws it at the stupid little kitchenette that's mere feet from the bed.
It sails across the room with surprising speed before it's met with a thunk against Peter's palm, hand reaching out to catch it from the air before it collided with the toaster.
Oh.
Peter sets the book down and immediately picks up his web shooters, eyes darting furiously to every corner of the tiny apartment.
"Who's there?"
Tony steps a little closer but Peter's eyes just look right past him.
"C'mon Pete, c'mon. I'm here, I'm right here."
Tony looks for something else to grab. He swats at a hopefully empty coffee cup on the wooden desk, but his hand just passes right through it.
"Shit," the hope Tony felt waivers slightly and he tries again.
Nothing.
Peter is searching his apartment now, making sure the window is secure and feeling around every crevice, bookshelves, under the bed, in the top corners of the room. Searching for something nefarious, tech maybe.
Tony hits the cup, again and again, frustration building up and up and up till-
The cup flies across the room, Tony and Peter's eyes track its movements as it bounces against the ground and rolls to a stop.
"Shit," Peter breathes out.
Tony walks up to Peter now, standing before him.
"Figure it out. Think kid, you've met aliens, gods, magicians, surely ghosts aren't too far fetched."
Peter closes his eyes. His posture straightens, Tony watches him take a deep breath in as the hairs on his bare arms stand on end.
Peter's eyes blink open, and they're looking directly at Tony.
Tony smirks, "that's it."
Peter turns around and picks the cup off the ground, running to his desk with it and ripping a piece of lined paper out of a notebook and scribbling furiously on it.
Tony walks over as Peter places the cup in the center of the paper.
On the left is the word YES in bold print, NO on the right.
"Okay, okay okay. So, move the cup if, if you wanna talk. Um, is there someone in the room right now?"
Tony reaches for the cup, an intense glare as his fingertips graze it gently. It shifts minutely towards the YES.
"Shit! Shit. Sorry, whew. Okay. Are you friendly?"
Tony moves it to YES again.
"Are you a, um. Person? Like not an alien?"
YES.
"Are you wearing tech, invisibility suit or your molecules are uncalibrated or maybe it's a portal thing like, multiverse shit is happening again, a mirror universe! Oh, maybe a..."
Tony let's a frustrated sign. The kid is too practical, logical. He needs to think like a non-genius.
"... could be. Or, or maybe you're just a ghost-"
Tony perks up and immediately swats the cup, causing it to fly off the desk towards the YES.
"Oh. Oh that's... kinda normal. Or maybe really weird? I mean... I certainly have some ghosts in my past."
Peter picks the cup up and puts it back on the desk.
"Do I know you?"
YES.
"You said you were friendly, and I'm not getting any danger tingles from you. I'm gonna start with people I know are dead, cuz I just really hope you're not a... new ghost. Um. M-May?"
The boy's voice cracks on the word and Tony freezes. May is dead? Tony starts to fear that things are a lot more wrong than he previously thought.
Peter's breath catches and Tony realizes he's waiting, dying for an answer, and quickly pokes the cup towards NO.
Peter's shoulders sag.
"Uncle Ben?"
NO.
"T- Mr. Stark?"
Tony grins, "now we're getting somewhere!"
YES.
Tony is going to have his work cut out for him, but being here with Peter just feels right.
Peter breaks out into a matching smile.
"Wow, okay. I think I'm gonna need more paper," he says as the boy gets to work making a more complex system than YES and NO.
Tony watches on proudly, reminiscing about all the great Peter was and all the great he still is, despite his situation. Whatever this is, they'll figure it out.
Together.
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Love me some injured losers 😌
I like seeing people suffer so I want to see spider-man dying or really injured thank you :]
And if you include deadpool that would be super awesome because I hyperfixated on them both 👊
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I did this like a day after the ask and then didnt do shit with them 😭😭
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i think the most important thing to know when writing tony stark is that he is just so scared. he is so scared all the time and has never had a coherent thought since 2010 because he is always so scared and he would do anything to just stop being scared. including face the thing that’s scaring him.
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unpopular opinion but i think skip westcott should still be aknowleged by marvel. not necessarily in the mcu, and not necessarily in detail either. like ok the author regrets writing the comic and. i can understand that, and it was badly written, but it was the 80s and was a PSA. and the author only regretted it bc of the backlash. i feel like revisiting what happened to peter and having skip have a past role in modern spiderman, finding a way to also make that part of his past relevant in his present, is something that should be done.
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Me when a character looks like they're one push towards the light
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I was so optimistically gonna write a spideypool oneshot to go with this but I didn't
{ Peter Parker probably apologising for something with half squashed flowers }
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