Thanks @bitsofboots for sending me this incredible image, because I just couldn't help but turn it into a chaotic dadneto comic as soon as I saw it 🤣! Hope you enjoy!
-Superherotiger
superherotiger asked:
☆- Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity! 🌻 (OH MY BELOVED HOW I LOOOOVE YOU!!)
oh to be in your arms again 🥺😭😭
what raw power did i have at fourteen years of age that allowed me to stay up till 5am and then go about my school day at full productivity. it just hit 11:30pm and im so sleep deprived i hallucinated the babadook on my ceiling
Hello and welcome to Fan Friday! We hope you’ve all had a wonderful week so far and thank everyone who participated in our weekly vote. We selected a random number to select our fan-favorite writer for the week. So, based on that, this week’s fan favorite writer is….
Who’s your favorite writer and why?
Sunsetuniverse is one of the best writers ever, I wanna just cuddle them forever and thank them for all that good irondad content they gave me. I don’t even know anything about Pokemon but their Pokemon AU is like one of the best things in creation, and I’d give my soul for them to write the next part because I neeeeeed that good content man. Anyway, great writer, great friendo, good soup
Welcome to Story Rec Monday! We are so happy to share this with you and hope you enjoy! Don’t forget to head over to our trope of the week vote before 8:00 pm this Wednesday.
open your mind and let me step inside by zyruuu
Tony recruits Spider-Man for the Avengers Civil War in this Pokémon AU.
“I just,” the kid shifted uncomfortably, “I-I got bit by a drugged up Spinarak, got all these powers: the strength, the healing, the stickiness - all my senses, it’s like they’re dialled up to three-thousand. I get - I under - If Spinarak feels like that all the time - I just…” He trailed off, thinking of how to say it. “I understand what Pokémon are going through now, you know? I’m… like them.“
| 1/1 Chapters | 3,508 Words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Teen And Up Audiences |
Notes: As a fan of AUs, this Pokémon AU was an absolute delight to read with plenty of great world building, dynamics, and both wholesome and emotional moments! Seeing Tony and Peter’s first meeting in Civil War through this new world was both fun and intriguing, and the author did such a great job at incorporating the Pokémon elements into the MCU it’s like they were always meant to be there! If you like AUs or Pokémon, then you’ll love this fic, so give it a read and remember to leave a kudos and comment if you do!
Grief (And the light at the end of the tunnel)
Sunmary: It is silent in its approach, but when it arrives it feels like it could crush your very soul. Aka I project my feelings of grief onto Peter Parker.
This story is one deeply personal and comes from the emotions I was feeling late last night. This is dedicated to my lights at the end of the tunnel: @doctornineandthreequarters @lost-lunar-wolf @superherotiger @zyruuu. You all made yesterday better and I'm not sure if you even realized it. Thanks for always being there for me when I have needed you, I love you all ao much. Without much more affection (que affection.png) lets get on to the fic!
Grief had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. From losing his parents as a toddler to Ben as a teen. It was constant. But, it never made it easier when it hit. Sometimes, it snuck up on him and sometimes he spent hours stuck in its grip. Sometimes it was hard to see the light on the other side once the clouds passed.
Today was one of those days when he was aware of what date it was, but it didn't really hit him until later. Today was the 14 year anniversary. Today, his parents had been gone for 14 years. 14 years of his life he had now spent without them taking him to school or teaching him to drive. It had been 14 years since he had seen their faces in real life instead of photos and dreams.
He had tried to avoid the date- he could always feel it approaching, almost to the point of having a constant countdown going in his head. Once the day arrived he made sure he was distracted, from school, to decathalon practice, to patrol and homework there wasn't supposed to be time for him to think today. The idea was to get through it without having to focus on it, but alas his plans failed. Now, here he was trying to complete an assignment that was due tomorrow for class with tears clouding his eyes. Instead of being able to read about population growth all he can see are blurry shapes.
He had gone all day, done everything else, but it is finally now in the dark of night that the grief comes. The time where the apartment is quiet and he can hear May sleeping. The time where the city that never sleeps may not me soundless, but everything appears muffled. The time where he is alone with no one there. The time where it is able to grip on strongest because there is no light or distractions, there is only the dark and the grief.
I miss them, he thinks as he sits alone in his room. What he misses he isn't even sure. It's almost like he misses the idea of them. He can't really miss them when he never knew them can he? How could he? He was 3 years old, he doesn't remember them. He just has photos and the stories people tell him. Stories of making homemade pizza to arguing over whose side of the family they were seeing for each holiday. The small things. The things he doesn't know nor remember. The important things.
All he knows are the things people like to tell him, like that his mother drank her coffee black and his father drank iced tea. But, no one ever tells him the story of how his parents met or what their childhoods were like. No one ever tells him if they had big dreams for him or if they talked about being at his graduation. No one talks about them anymore. May doesn't talk about them anymore. Its like they are ghosts who were just passing through, barely a thought on anyones minds. Sometimes he feels like a ghost, like he was the one just passing through life.
Suddenly, a ringing stirs him from his thoughts. Looking down at his desk, he shoves papers away trying to answer the call before it wakes up May.
Incoming call from "Mr. Stark" flashes on the screen. Peter smiles. He may have a cloud of grief washing over him, but at least he always knows the sun is going to rise. That he is going to make it to the end of the storm.
Grief is a funny thing, it is silent in its approach, but when it finally arrives it can weigh you down and crush you. But, then the light arrives. And it shines bright and unforgiving and makes you want to smile too. And it reminds you that you aren't alone. That you aren't a ghost passing through life- you are real and human. And there is nothing more human than feeling deep emotions like sadness or grief, but remember to look for the happiness too. From the four leaf clovers to snowflakes falling into your hair- find the happiness and hold it tight, embrace it, for who knows what the future will hold.
sunsetuniverse asked:
hi. immmm.. I love YOU,, miss u.. so much 😭 wanna... hnggggg hold ur hand,,. so bad
you are very precious to me ,,,💙
superherotiger answered:
BESTIEEEE!! I miss you so much too omg! Especially today when we haven’t been able to binge watch Doctor Who or hold hands :’( <3 <3 <3
Missing youuuuuuuu!!!!
