looks like he is just setted it

anonymous asked:

I always do my laundry in my bra and underwear because it's just freeing 😂 and I could totally see Harry walking in on the missus doing laundry like that and thinking it's the funniest thing.

“What on earth are you doing?”

She looks over her shoulder and sees Harry standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and his foot tapping to the floor, hair wet from his shower and dribbling rivulets down his cheeks whilst his eyes diverted between her underwear-clad figure and the full laundry basket set on the floor. Holding a variety of Harry’s boxers from the bedroom floor and t-shirts that he chucked in the wash to be cleaned for his trip away to New York as well as the sheets from their bed because it time they were due for a wash.

“I’m doing the washing,” she pointed out, “what does it look like I’m doing?”

“I know you’re doing to bloody washing, you donut. Why are you dressed like that?” He hummed, eyebrow cocked with a smirk on his lips as he got an eyeful of her bum as she bent over, “not that I’m complaining at all. Just, never seen you do this.”

“Well, the shirt I was wearing needed a wash and I spilt porridge on my jeans this morning so I decided to stick them in, too. Left me in my underwear and I couldn’t be bothered to find more clothes,” she smiles, pushing the dirty and worn garments into the drum of the machine, “I always do this. You just don’t get to see it.”

“You’ll have to let me know when you do it. It’s a pretty sight,” he grins, striding across the tiled floor and standing behind her, cupping her bum in his palms as she bent over to the push the sheets inside. xx 


His name was Marty. He was part of the group. 

High School is a time when you look for your group and try to belong. Growing up in a small town there sometimes just aren’t enough of your people to go around. Our group was made up of the leftovers. We often said that in a larger setting it is likely that none of us would have spoken to each other. But, all being single entities we decided to be the group of the leftovers.

Marty was a leftover and there was just something about him that I absolutely couldn’t stand. He would laugh at a joke and I would attack him. He would make a comment and I would attack him. He would just be standing there and I would attack him. I knew I was doing it and I knew that there was no good reason to do it. I didn’t and to this don’t don’t treat people the way that I treated him. I couldn’t help myself.

We are facebook friends. He seems happy. I hope he is. 

anonymous asked:

Are there any stim toys that vibrate??? I was messing on my phone and found the vibration setting I guess and I like it and thought it would be nice to just have a little hand held vibration thingy??? Idk

Oh, man, there used to be these little keychains that I used with kids I worked with, you pulled the string and they vibrated as the string went in. I got a frog like that for my son when he was still in the baby carrier. So those kinds of things definitely exist, you just might have to look around a lot to find something less distracting (for other people) than a big stuffed toy frog!


The Good The Bad and The Not Interest: Chap 11

You stared at Jesse, unable to turn away. He held no fear in his eyes as he stared into your eyes, almost as if he could see you beneath all the teeth and fur. The Cowboy crouched before you, setting down the revolve, he held his hands up in surrender.

“Darlin’ s’just me.” He sputtered. “If you can understand me, give me a sign.”

Your ears pinned back and your tail swished in aggravation, there was no hiding. You couldn’t turn and run away because in the end Jesse would follow you. Instead you held your head high and walked forward.

Eye contact between the two of you remained still, neither looking away nor blinking. Once you stood an inch before the Cowboy you let out a snort and curled around him like a mother curls around her young.

Jesse let out a sigh and held his heard, “Dammit Darlin’ I thought I was dinner.”

You rolled your eyes.

“So…it is you under there?” He asked again.

You nodded.

It wasn’t like you could respond to his questions but Jesse carried on a one sided conversation as he sat with you in the woods, leaning against your fur. When he fell asleep you left him to go find food.


The next morning Jesse woke to you shaking him. “Hey…Hey!”

Jesse shot up and crushed his lips to yours.

After a heated kiss and a growl you tossed a few granola bars at the Cowboy, “Breakfast.”

You both ate in silence, you leaned your head against a tree with a sigh. One more night…one more night and you could go home. Everything was still so hazy, there was an odd flavor in your mouth and your head was still spinning. Your senses still very acute.

“So…tomorrow night is the last time?” Jesse broke the silence.

You nodded, “Till the next full moon, yeah.”

“Hmm…” He hummed. “Can you transform at will or just on a full moon?”

Silence set in again, he had so many questions and seemed genuinely interested in this side of you that no one had ever seen. You stared at Jesse for a long while, teeth digging into your lip.

“Darlin?” He murmured, concern lacing his words.

“Do you…” You paused and looked away. “CAN you…still love me knowing what I am? Knowing I’m a monster?”

Another long extension of silence.

Then a laugh, “Hehe, well if ya are a monster. You’re the sexiest monster I’ve ever seen.“

Jesse rose from his seat and walked over to you, pinning you against the tree by putting a hand above your head, locking you between his legs.

“I love ya Darlin’, human or animal.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted a dog.”

You snorted and crossed your arms, “Sorry to burst your bubble but I’m not a dog. I’m a wolf.

The Cowboy leaned down and locked your lips against his with a passionate kiss, a kiss that almost made your head spin. You growled, still on a high from your increase senses. Everything about Jesse McCree was intoxicating, his tone arms and chest, his smoke and whisky scent, and even the way he drew breath made you absolutely crave him.

Each breath you stole from one another caused your hands to cling to whatever they could. Your hands clutched his brown locks while his hands cupped your face. As much as your brain fought against it your body gave in. You scooted into the cowboys lap and his metal hand pinned both your wrist above your head. He leaned forward slightly biting and kissing your neck.

“If you’re a wolf then, I’m gonna make ya howl darlin.” He chuckled.

You smirked, “Go ahead and try Cowboy.”

@mordinsolis replied to your postDream Daddy was fun but I wish two things were…

I romanced Brian first and I don’t think he ever mentioned anything about Daisy’s other parent (if she has one), only his dad. I figured he was just a single parent. I know Craig is a making-it-work divorced parent for sure with River and the twins, though.

Yeah, I would’ve rather there were more divorced instead of dead parents. Robert’s wife didn’t have to die to make him think he was a bad person. She could’ve just set her boundaries and left when he couldn’t keep to them. A failed marriage and his daughter distancing herself could’ve been enough.

It would’ve been cool to see an open relationship, or a never-married-but-co-parenting relationship, or even like single Dadhood like Brian. While I know people die, I guess I was looking to see a showcase other types of family dynamics and other reasons why people end marriages or long term commitments.

After FO4 I’m just 😬 once guys start talking about their dead wives/husbands (which might be more a Bury Your Gays at that point?).

anonymous asked:

Darry proposal hcs?

-He always assumed he’d be nervous the day he proposed to his girl but he’s not
-He’s solidifying a future with the most amazing person he’s ever met, and it just feels right and exciting
-He does wish that he had his dad to talk to for advice on making the proposal go well, though
-You guys met on his porch while he was taking a break from fixing your roof
-So, he takes you out onto the porch just as the sun is setting
-The breeze is warm, and the bugs are buzzing softly
-He starts looking into your eyes, and you laugh and blush, not sure what’s going on
-He takes your hand
-Then he gets down on one knee
-Your heart flutters and tears spring to your eyes as you clue into what’s happening
-He proposes to you with his mother’s wedding ring
-Naturally, you say yes
-By the end of it, you are both grinning like school kids and have tears in your eyes 

Drarry AU

My brain keeps returning to this idea – what if, in POA (movie universe), Harry never realizes that the crane Malfoy sent him was a note (because I mean, who would)?  Like he just stares at it, confused, then goes “okay” sets it down on his desk and goes back to ignoring Snape

I mean, Draco would be furious because how dare you not appreciate my bullying Potter and the next class they have together, he grabs another piece of paper, writes something along the lines of “You suck Potter”, folds another crane and blows it over – only for it to be left sitting on Harry’s desk again after the lesson, and Harry didn’t even look inside, he didn’t do anything with this damn crane, and Draco is absolutely seething from this lack of attention

So he does it again.  And again.  And again.  

First it’s insults (because of course he hates Potter, they’re archenemies, never mind the actual murderer stalking Harry at this very moment) – “I hope you die Potter” “I wish I met Sirius Black I’d help him” “Your glasses are appalling why do you still have the same ones from first year your prescription can’t possibly be the same you moron” “Eat a bag of dicks Potter” – but a month goes by and he’s running out of things to say and Potter never reads the notes anyway so Draco just starts ranting about everything else he finds annoying

Soon the cranes are just a way of venting – talk about your day, fold a beautiful crane, send it to the person you definitely hate the most.  He still tries to snark and generally antagonize every time he sees Potter, because it’s practically my duty to take the Golden Boy down a peg, Goyle – but he can’t do it the same way anymore, so he takes a step back – in everything except the cranes.  

Every day, every class, and sometimes at breakfast, a crane will land next to Harry Potter’s elbow.  Without fail.  Harry will pick it up, stare at it, and set it back down.  Or maybe slip it into his bag, and Draco’s stomach flips the first time he does that.  

It’s almost like they’re friends.  By now, Draco’s told him things he never even voiced to his friends – that he’s actually terrified of the Dementors, that he keeps feeling like he’s not good enough, because no matter what he tries, there’s always somebody better than him at it – that he still can’t understand why Harry didn’t want to be his friend that time on the train, seriously Potter what did I do?  you didn’t even know me! – and Potter didn’t crumple any of the cranes, so maybe he doesn’t hate him so much anymore?..  Draco knows Potter never reads these notes, but he likes to pretend that Harry knows all these things about him.  And maybe even cares a little.  

It’s stupid, and he really shouldn’t be putting any of such personal details in writing (honestly Lucius would be so disappointed, these cranes are perfect blackmail material and what the hell are you thinking Draco yells Draco’s inner voice) – but he can’t stop.  It’s become a habit, and Potter stared at him for fifteen minutes at lunch today, so he can’t stop.  Draco keeps talking, and making Harry little doodles, and trying not to smile too obviously when another crane ends up in Harry’s pocket.

And meanwhile, Harry’s going nuts.  He just doesn’t understand what Malfoy wants from him, or why he doesn’t run into him so often anymore – and the cranes really seem to be just paper (Ron why does Malfoy know origami is this a general wizard thing or is it just him), and they’re delicate and elegant, and he feels bad about destroying them – so he just leaves them.  

Until, of course, he absentmindedly shoves one in his bag one day – and finds it that evening.  Sighs and sets it on his bedside table, because what else can he do?..  Even if he throws it out, he’ll just get a new one tomorrow.  Or three.  

He’s confused, because Malfoy isn’t even so loud or dramatic anymore, it’s almost as if he’s trying not to attract attention – beyond the cranes – but Harry’s eyes are glued to him anyway.  He knows that Malfoy has to be up to something, because of course he is – but he just can’t tell what, there’s no way to know, and holy shit Ron he just smiled at me what the hell is he planning – and all this time, the pile of cranes on his bedside table keeps growing

He doesn’t lie awake at night, thinking of Malfoy’s smile.  He doesn’t.  Really.  

The next day, when he gets his morning crane, he flashes Malfoy a brilliant smile, and laughs at his stunned expression like ha, two can play at this game!  Gotcha now!  and he’s still thinking that Malfoy’s messing with his mind – except he can’t help but think that it would be nice if Draco was really like that.  If he really just sent the cranes over to brighten Harry’s day.  If there wasn’t something else behind this, because he’s starting to like it.  

All this goes on until Hermione barges into their dormitory again, in the ungodly hours of the morning, like she usually does – and stops dead, staring at the pile of cranes, Ron may have been complaining but she never imagined the true extent of this new, yet age-old obsession.  And of course, Harry tries to protest, that it’s all for science, Hermione, I have to find out what he’s up to and this is the only source of information – but the excuses run dry when she quizzes him a bit and finds out that none of the cranes are cursed, or charmed to yell insults, or anything, really 

So she’s like “well have you tried to unfold one” and no he didn’t, who the heck writes notes inside a crane anyway, isn’t it an artwork??  But hey, that’s an idea, and that night the trio gets together, sitting on Harry’s bed with the crane he just got in Charms, bated breath and all, waiting for it to unleash something nasty (Harry finds himself really really hoping it won’t) 

All kinds of security measures done, and they unfold it 

Hermione’s like “oh.  Oohh,” and Ron’s eyebrows fly away to roam the world

Because inside

there’s a shitty little drawing of Harry and Draco holding hands, with little hearts all around 

Favourite things in Spider-man: Homecoming

- Peter Parker is an absolute Cinnamon roll
- Peter actually looking like a teenager
- protective dad Tony!
- “patience” god poor Cap hahaha
- the spider-man theme playing over the marvel title
- Peter just wanting to save everyone and be accepted by Tony #myheart
- he’s scared of heights
- the whole cam recording at the beginning! Why is Peter so adorable jeez
- happy hogan I have missed you
- Ned is so pure
- Flash not being the typical bully
- the gym video with Cap and the teacher is just like “I think he’s a war criminal now”
- the fact that we get to see how normal people view the avengers
- even in a school setting. Like how the girls talk about the hottest avenger and in class they are being taught the accords etc
- Pepper and Tony are engaged!!!!!!!
- Peter so badly wanting to be an avenger and in the end turning the offer down
- Karen is the most adorable AI
- Michael Keaton actually being a pretty decent bad guy
- the scene where Peter gets crushed. Tom is an impeccable actor!
- “what the fu-” god I love Aunt May hahaha
- All the girls are amazing!
- Michelle’s initials being MJ
- Peter trying to be intimidating “I’m not a boy! I’m a man!” In his fake deep voice

Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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The way Isak repeats the wifi password after Sana looks at him like “are you for real?” just imagine all the shit he already got for it from the boys.

  • Just imagine the boys coming over after the TV has been set up (after the bed the first thing that was done in their flat) and Mags calling “Yo, Isak, what’s the wifi password?” and Isak sticking his head out of the kitchen and calling back “Gule gardiner“. 

  • The boys just frowning at each other. Mags with his eyes squinty and mouth open, Mahdi looking between the other boys and Jonas snorting a small breathless laugh, heavy brows pulling together and asking “What?”

  • Even coming into the room with a bowl of popcorn, sitting down looking between the varies of frowns and confused looks. What?” and Mahdi asking again “What’s the wifi password?” as Isak comes into the room.

  • Isak, dramatic boy that he is, scrunching his face up and lifting one exasperated hand, “I already told you, gule gardiner!” 

  • Jonas snorting again, this time louder and asking his typical “hva skjer nå? Why gule gardiner? You dont even have curtains?” Isak just rolls his eyes but Even grins excitedly, “It’s an inside joke!” 

  • To which Mahdi chuckles, “When is it not with you guys” which gets overrun from Mags’ “WHat?! Is it a cute story? Haha! I bet it is!” 

  • So, Even, sappy and grossly in love as he is, tells them. After which the boys drag them for a week (well two weeks but their jokes just lose quality after the first week) saying stuff like “In another universe, Mahdi, there’d be waffles in the cafeteria every day” (- “Man, don’t play with me like that”) in the most dramatic way possible. 

  • Isak rolls his eyes so often he’s sure he set a new world record (”In another universe, Issy, your eyes stay stuck like this.” - “Oh my fucking god, shut up!”) and Even is a mix of laughing along or being extra clingy to Isak’s side and whining that they’re ruining their thing.

  • “Ja! Next time don’t tell them stuff!” Which makes Even pout and Magnus say “Oh, come on. We’re just making fun.” and Mahdi nodding “Yeah, we’ll stop, we’ll stop.” and Jonas adding “Just think, in another universe, you never told us.” Which has all of them cracking up even if Isak covers his laugh with an annoyed groan. 



*Poirot adorableness intensifies*

“You’re a Superhero?” (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by magneteers

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (Tony Stark friendship with reader and Peteras well)

Summary: Peter and Ned are keeping something from Y/N, and she is determined to find out what. But, can she without letting her secret slip through too?


Requested: Yes (anonymous)

Here’s another imagine for y'all! Hope you like it! It’s a little long lol. Some of y'all were asking about a masterlist and yes! Below:



It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.

You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face  as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.

You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.

“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.

Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”

Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.

Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.

Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”

“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”

His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.

Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”

Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”

What was he hiding?

You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.

Lies. You’re such a liar.

Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.

You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.

The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.

Or so he thought.

“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.

“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.

“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.

You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.

Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”

Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.

“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.

You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.

What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.

When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.

Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.

“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.

“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”

“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”

Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.

Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.

Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”


Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.

“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.

Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.

You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”

He smiled softly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”

His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”

Tony is Peter's Dad

Watched Spiderman homecoming and uh not really trying to prove anything to anyone idc if it’s confusing or not just as long as i get to post this cause like bruh

Ok but like that moment when Peter starts yelling at Tony at the end of the boat scene and he says, “If you actually cared you’d be here-!” And Tony just walks out of his Iron Man suit like not even flinching at the comment like did he just indirectly just say he cares about Peter cause that’s what I got out of it.

Also when he starts scolding Peter then stops mid way to say, “Great, I sound like my dad,” liike?? Um I’m sorry whaat??

Then at the end when Peter proves himself to Tony and he just throws an arm over his shoulder then just goes, “All you need was some tough love,” i’m soRRY WHAT I JUST OKYS AND HIS FACE WHEN PETER REJECTED HIS OFFER HE LOOKED HURT MAN

Tony is Peter’s dad and no one can say anything otherwise.