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This guy would have been absolutely great for Artemis!

The real mistake Disney made was not hiring Aiden Gallagher to play Artemis I mean-

movie artemis is like: [surfing] [“struting”] [“friendly”] [makes jokes] [wears jeans] [shocked that his dad was Up To Criminality] [shakes hands with holly]

book artemis is like: [hasnt picked up anything heavier than his phone] [doesnt walk] [can only wear custom tailored suits] [takes over criminal empire at age 11] [gets punched by holly]

Completely correct!

“Have fun, even if it’s not the same kind of fun everyone else is having.”

— C.S. Lewis (via suntosirius)

Absolutely love this

your spirit is untainted, i can dedicate you still / to the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

HOW ABOUT THIS

DISNEY NEEDS TO SCRAP THE ARTEMIS FOWL MOVIE, SELL THE RIGHTS TO A TEAM WHO WILL RESPECT ITS PLOTS. I DONT OF THEY NEED TO GET RID OF CHILD FRIENDLY, MAKE IT RATED R FOR ALL I CARE. GIVE ME MAFIA, GIVE ME THE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCES, GIVE US THE WEAPONARY WE ENVISIONED AS SMALL CHILDREN. GET A NEW DIRECTOR - ENTIRLY NEW TEAM. AND OFC FIX THIS SHIT:

AGAIN

We don’t care how long it takes, go bankrupt.

Artemis the second KIDNAPS HOLLY

His father DOES NOT KNOW OF THE FARIES AT ALL

Angeline is both physically and mentally ILL

Arty Sr is not, IS NOT A COLLECTOR - HE IS A THEIF A SMUGGLER

Mulch wasn’t the one to narrate the story. ITS CANNON THAT HOLLY DID.

HOLLY IS NOT FUCKING WHITE.

BUTLER IS FUCKING ASIAN.

JULIET IS NOT A SMOL CHILD.

Give us, please, the criminal activities, near death experiences, mental health awareness, and the journey of cover coming the biggest issue Arty had to face,,, Himself. Not this happy little spy kid knock off.

Thank you.

more memes than you wanted to remember, all the memes I could handle to compile

Very good! And delicate, in a way

by icymapletree

Bucky turns his face to look at Steve, who is stoic and unmoving. “Steve?” he whispers, lips nearly brushing the other man’s ear, “why is there a child here?”

“That’s Tony’s kid,” he responds with a rough voice, his gaze not leaving the three ironclad heros.

Words: 1318, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 23 of febuwhump/febufluff

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Pepper Potts, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Parent Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts Is a Good Bro, Whump, Febuwhump

This literally made my day

Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth

> Don’t give him a baby for a while.

So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

True that

There have probably been hyper intelligent child prodigies who never made it because the school system oppressed them unnecessarily and they felt the need to hide what was in their head, thus the knowledge is lost to us forever because of the stupidity of what was designed to bring us knowledge. (source)

Happiness Will Come To You.

by Marvelous_Stark

One of those cliché stories where Peter has to go to stark industries for a field trip. May is not dead, Tony is not Peter’s father. Mk.

Words: 1526, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Flash Thompson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Poor Peter, BAMF Tony Stark, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Protective Clint Barton, Protective Natasha Romanov, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker is a Mess, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Ceiling Vent Clint Barton, I Don’t Even Know, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Help, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man)

by MotherKarizma

“Shhh. It was just a bad dream, bud. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

Peter cried against Tony’s shoulder. He cried the last little bit of life left in his soul out onto a wrinkled pajama shirt. He cried and cried and cried.

“I’m not fine. I’m not fine. Nothing is fine.”

Spider-Man was the last thing that had been truly and wholly his. Now it was everyone’s and nobody’s. Free for the taking, for the studying, for the picking apart. Fair game.

“I know you’re not.” Tony, too, sounded close to tears, gripping Peter as if afraid he might disappear at any moment. It wasn’t exactly an irrational fear. “I know.”

Did he?

—–

In the aftermath of his unintentional identity reveal, Peter is beyond shaken.

Words: 4467, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of here comes the sun

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Avengers Team (MCU)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Avengers Family, Domestic Avengers, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Past Drug Addiction, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Peter Parker Has Issues, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Has Anxiety, Peter Parker Has Nightmares, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Avengers, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Disordered Eating, References to Depression, Agoraphobia, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, ongoing series, reading the previous works is necessary for context

“One time my Nanny and the Gardener were having a heated argument in the car and he took her Queen tape out of the player and threw it out the window with rage and she looked him dead in the eyes and pulled out a second copy of that same tape and put it back in the player.”

— Warlock, probably

by blondsak

“Kid, if your aunt’s having trouble paying the bills, I’m more than happy to–”

“No,” Peter says, looking back up at Tony with wide eyes, and somehow sounding more nervous than he did before. “You– you really don’t need to do that, Mr. Stark. You gave me my suit, and you let me use your lab equipment all the time, and– look, everything’s fine for me and May. I swear.”

Tony’s brow furrows. Peter is definitely hiding something, he can tell– but exactly what it is, Tony has no clue.

// When Peter gets a job only to neglect every other part of his life, Tony starts to wonder if there’s more to the story.

Words: 4010, Chapters: ½, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Protective Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Homeless Peter Parker, Or Is he?, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming

#he’s doing his best bonus:

A bit of a short one, but I hope you enjoy day 15!

Febuwhump 2020

15. Hearing Loss

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Peter sat in the dark room, eyes wide open as he stared at the wall across from his cot. He shivered, bringing his knees to his chest, the old threadbare blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He guessed it had been nice of them to throw him a blanket. A little less nice of them to throw him in a cell and drug him, but with the blanket, he was almost warm. Kind of.

Mr. Stark would come. Or…someone. One of the Avengers. Someone would come. There had been a mission…it was all a little fuzzy, but he remembered a mission. He remembered the Avengers on the streets of New York, and robots and…and an explosion. He’d been talking to Mr. Stark on the comms and then…then an explosion. A fire. And then…someone stabbing him in the neck with something and…and…he struggled to remember as he sat with his back to a wall, the other wall only a few feet away.

The door was reinforced. He’d found that out as soon as he’d woken up and had stumbled over to it in the dark, grabbing at it with weak, uncoordinated hands that had refused to grip or stick to anything. Finally, though, he’d managed to shove at the metal, only to find out it was stuck tight, and no amount of pushing or punching made a dent.

The cell was designed for people like him. Enhanced people. That, at least, gave him some idea of where he was, and he didn’t like it.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Not that or the cold or the ever-present darkness in his tiny room that was only five steps by five steps with the bed he was sitting on and a toilet in the other corner. The worst part was the silence.

Peter couldn’t hear. He couldn’t hear his own footsteps as he paced or the sound his knuckles made when they slammed into the metal door over and over, or the sound of his own voice when he screamed, head thrown back, tears streaming down his face, desperate just to hear something. Anything. He couldn’t hear his own heartbeat anymore, or the footsteps of anyone nearby, or the tiny metal slot in the door opening three times a day with meager portions of food that he inhaled, too starving to be proud.

When he’d first woken up in the tiny, dark room with barely enough light coming in from under the metal door to see, he’d thought the silence had been a result of the explosion. He’d been sure that it would go away, telling himself over and over not to panic. That he was okay. That he was an Avenger and that he’d get out of this. Then, when the door hadn’t even budged under his full strength, he’d told himself that the Avengers would come. They had to. Mr. Stark would never abandon him.

There had been an explosion. He remembered an explosion. And the feeling of hitting the ground, and a high pitched ringing in his ears that faded when someone had plunged a needle into his neck. Where had the others been? He couldn’t remember. His job had been to set up a perimeter…but he couldn’t remember if he’d done it.

Keep reading

A LEGEND

Ask me, please!!

thirteenth doctor asks!

1. thirteen: what’s something about you that other people might consider ‘weird’? 2. yaz: what’s your greatest ambition? 3. ryan: what’s one challenge in life you’ve overcome? 4. graham: do you consider yourself a homebody? 5. sonic: what’s the one item you couldn’t live without? (besides your phone!) 6. TARDIS: if you could go on a trip to anywhere on earth right this moment where would you go? 7. the woman who fell to earth: do you find it easy to make new friends? 8. ghost monument: where do you feel most at home? 9. rosa: who’s a historical figure you look up to? 10. arachnids: do you have any phobias? 11. tsuranga: have you ever had to stay in hospital? 12. demons of the punjab: what’s something interesting about your ancestry / family tree? 13. kerblam: what would you do with your life if money wasn’t an issue? 14. witchfinders: how do you deal with sexism? 15. it takes you away: if you could bring back one person from the dead for a conversation who would it be? 16. ranskoor av kolos: do you have any enemies or unresolved grudges? 17. resolution: favourite doctor who monster? 18. jodie: do you pronounce any words weirdly? (much to the chagrin of your mates?) 19. tosin: are you a fan of star wars? 20. mandip: do you have any shows (keeping up with the kardashians) that you watch as a guilty pleasure? 21. bradley: if you were the host of a television show, what would it be about? 22. custard cream: what’s your favourite type of biscuit? 23. the bum bag™: what’s your sense of fashion like? 24. pting: what’s something that most people wouldn’t guess about you from your appearance? 25. tzim-sha: let’s be real — is there anyone in this world you would 100% be ready to throw hands with?

What????

Hell world

I’m gonna apply for a job at Gordon Ramsay new restaurant and I’m gonna get it

Psst NASA is currently running a poll to decide the name of the next Mars rover!

These are the nine finalists! The poll closes in five days, so go vote here! The winning name will be announce in March :)

Story Time!

Slightly long!

For context: In Austria right now so everything in this story was in German.

I was buying some flowers for a birthday present today. I wanted red and pink roses, ‘cause that’s nice, right? I think, “Okay, I’ll get five and five.” —Mind you, I’m ordering in German, so sometimes things get lost in translation or I mess something up.— And the guy says, “Ten?” I say, “Yes, please.” He is really nice and I say how this is for a nice old lady, and he says, “Well then the wrapping is free. And here is a nice extra flower for a nice young lady.” And gives me an extra flower. Things are going great! Then I realize that the bouquet is TWENTY flowers. As of now, I’m too shy to say that I only wanted ten so I just buy them and wish him a nice evening.

I continue on with my night, and head to the bus stop to go home. I sit down and there is a lady on her phone, let’s call her Clara ‘cause I don’t know her name. Clara is playing on her phone and so I don’t want to bother her by talking. Another lady sits down on the other side of Clara and looks at my bouquet interestedly and I say, “It was an accident, I bought too many.” Then l strike up conversation because I’m a talker. I offer them a flower because I think, “If I make a mistake, I can hopefully make some other people happy.” They politely decline, slightly confused that I just want to give them without wanting anything or having any specific motive except wanting to give (I told them that it makes me happy when I can make other people happy). I keep talking to Clara as we got on the bus and it was a really nice fifteen minute conversation. As she gets off the bus I insist she take a flower, and she does! Yay!

Now during this time, another older looking, dark haired lady was just smiling and slightly laughing while overhearing my conversation with Clara. I’m two stops away from where I get off and I move to pick up my back pack. The lady asks if she needs to push the button for me and I say, “No, I have the next one.” She smiles and I say thank you. I then ask if she wants a flower. She says, “But we don’t know each other! That would not make sense!” I say, “It doesn’t matter, this is just American sharing!” (Yes, I’m American. Please don’t hold it against me.) And she smiles and points at a flower. These flowers are wrapped together and tightly packed so I pull on the pink flower and it’s a few seconds away from my stop. the lady goes, “If it is too much of a problem, you don’t have to do it.” I say that it is no problem. I never take back what I offer. In the last few seconds the flower comes free and I hand it to the lady. She just beams at me and says thank you.

This made made my day and I hope it made this people’s as well. And yours, too!

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David Tennant and Matt Smith at Wales Comic Con

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WIRES-Emergency Fund for Wildlife

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Victorian Bushfire Appeal

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