permission to disagree

“Total Opposites” - Peter Parker x TwinSister!Reader

Word Count: 1,322

Warnings: Some swearing, fighting, betrayal (yikes)

Request: Hey Doll! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Peters (Tom Holland one) younger sister and you have some sort of power(you can choose!) and you end up getting dragged into the Civil War airplane fight scene and you’re on Iron Mans team obviously but then maybe you end up switching to Caps team which makes Peter feel betrayed? Thank you, love! ❤️❤️

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t posted a lot lately, Jadyn has been procrastinating too much. But she’s working now and I hope you guys like this one! 

*if you spot the how i met your mother reference, please message me cause you’re awesome ;p*

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“I can’t go to Germany.”

“Why?

“I-I got homework”

“Oh my god.”

“Peter what the hell,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry, please excuse me and the idiot also known as my twin,” you said to Tony, pulling Peter into the corner of his room. You smacked the back of his head.

“Ow…”

“What do you think you are doing!” You whisper yelled. “Tony friggin Stark is asking YOU,” you poked his chest, “to go to Germany with him! Why are hesitating?” Peter looked down.

“I know what you are gonna say… ‘You are such a McFreakin idiot’,” he mocked, imitating exactly how you said it less than an hour ago. “But I just-”

“You just what?”

“I can’t leave you here. I don’t wanna leave you here,” Peter explained, putting his hands on your shoulders. You put your hand on his cheek.

“Listen, buddy, you know I love you. But you gotta go with Tony. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I don’t know if I could let you miss out on it because of me.” You hugged Peter, squeezing him tight. “I’ll be here when you get back, I promise,” You whispered in his ear before pulling away from him. “Now get your ass over there and tell Mr. Stark you are taking his offer,” you demanded with a giant smile on your face. Peter smiled back and walked back over to Tony, who was admiring the web slingers.

“Man, you two are total opposites.” Tony laughed.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll go with you to Germany. But on one condition.”

“Kid, I can’t do much. I mean the most I can do is upgrade your onesie. But, humor me,” Tony commented, crossing his arms.

“(Y/n) comes, too.” Your eyes flew wide open.

“Come again for big fudge?” you asked. Peter really was a McFucking idiot in your eyes.

“I can’t leave her here, she’s my sister and I think she could help too.” Tony stared at Peter for a second, then looked at you. Then back at Peter again.  

“What can you do?” Tony asked. Peter glared at you.

“Just tell him (Y/n), we can trust him,” Peter thought.

“I will kill you if you are wrong,” you said out loud. Tony gave you a confused look, wondering what just happened.

“I can sorta… I have the ability to teleport anywhere in my eyesight.” Tony’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “And since me and Pete are twins, I can communicate with him telepathically. But that’s not important-”

“Can you fight?” Tony questioned, making you laugh.

“Who do you think taught Spiderboy over here how to fight?” Peter blushed at your comment.

“Alright then, Spiderling. Your twin comes too.”

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*later, hiding in the airport in Germany*

“Pete?”

“Yeah, (Y/n)?”

“I’m scared.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could ever be scared.”

“And you wonder why I never tell you my feelings.”

“I always find out in the end… you know, cause of my spidey senses.”

“You and your damn ‘spidey senses’.”

Of course, you and Peter were going to have a small fight at a time like this. You were waiting for Tony to give you guys the signal to come out, and you couldn’t have been more nervous. But Peter was nervous too. And when you both were nervous, you two tended to bicker to each other about random little things.

“Underoos!” 

You and Peter looked at each other in sync.

“Good luck. You’re gonna need it.” You nudged his shoulder and smirked. He scoffed.

“See you out there.” Peter winked and left. You waited until you saw him take Steve’s shield and then teleported over next to Peter. “Oh my god that’s Captain America… Is this really happening?” you thought to Peter.

“Shit… but remember Mr. Stark said he’s dangerous,” Peter thought to you.

You glanced at everyone on Team Cap, nervously waved and mouthed “I love you all so much.”  You didn’t know if you were going to last long against the Avengers. Sure, you taught Peter how to fight and went out with him when he needed back up. But these were the Avengers, not your average criminals that didn’t know their left from their right. As Tony and Steve started talking, your heart pounded faster and faster. You listened to their conversation, and it made you realize: you didn’t know what the whole story was. You knew Tony needed help, and all Tony said was that “Captain America is dangerous”. But when you looked at Peter, standing strong in his upgraded onesie, you knew that you were on the right side. Well, you hoped you were…

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When the fight started, you immediately teleported inside the airport and hid. You waited until you saw someone from the other team run in. A couple minutes later, you saw Bucky, Falcon and Hawkeye run into the building. You teleported a couple yards in front of them, and they stopped running when they got closer to you. Hawkeye turned to Falcon and Bucky and whispered, “I’ll stall this one, you two go. I got this.” Falcon and Bucky ran past you, and you turned to Hawkeye and got into a fighting stance. He put his hands up, slowly walking towards you.

“Look, kid, I don’t want to hurt y…”

Before he could finish his sentence, you teleported behind him and pinned him down onto the ground. It was a struggle keeping him down, and then all of the sudden you blinked and you were on the cold, hard floor. You tried getting up but Clint held you down.

“Kid listen to me! Do you know what you got yourself into?!” You pushed him off of you and jumped up onto your feet. You threw a few punches and teleported behind him to piss him off.  Clint turned around and put his hands up.

“I just wanna talk to you. So could you listen for a few seconds?”

“Shouldn’t you be trying to fight me?” you asked, confused.

“I have a daughter, and you already remind me of her. So just listen… okay?” You put your fists down and relaxed.

“Let me just ask you something: do you know what you are fighting for?” You stared at him for a few seconds, thinking about what Tony said.

“Honestly… I’m not completely sure,” you answered. “I’ve been contemplating whether or not I am doing what is right, and I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know the whole story.”

“Let me sum it up for you: Tony signed the Accords, which allows the government to control the Avenger’s actions. We wouldn’t be allowed to go save anyone without their permission. Cap disagreed, and now he is fighting for the Avenger’s freedom,” Clint explained. “What do you believe is right?”

And then it hit you. You had to switch sides, even if it meant hurting Peter. You had to do what was right.  

“How can I help?”

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*later on during the fight, you spot Peter*

“(Y/n)! What are you doing?!” Peter yelled as you stopped him from going after Wanda.

“I can’t let you do this, Pete.”  You saw his heart break, you actually felt it. “How could you…” he thought.

“I’m so sorry, but we are on the wrong side! Cap is right, come on Pete you gotta admit it. We didn’t know a lot of what was going on before we joined Tony!”

“I gotta impress Mr. Stark, (Y/n). I owe him that much,” Peter said.

“I can’t fight you, we are supposed to stay together until the end. We were born together, we stay together.”

“I’m sorry. But I can’t let down Mr. Stark.”

You sighed. It hurt knowing that your twin brother, the person you thought would always have your back, chose someone over you. Sure, he chose Tony Stark over you. But it still hurt.

“I love you, bro.”

“I love you too, sis.

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10

“It is always the same. There are always that one group of people who think they have especial permission to terrorize anybody who disagrees with them. And then, everybody else who looks like them suffers. Not again. Never again.” Ms. Marvel (2014- ) #13

There is this extremely powerful thing Ms. Marvel has been doing for a few issues now: indirectly talking about terrorism. Parents living their country to ensure their children’s safety. Young people being brainwashed into ‘sacrificing their lives for the greater good’. The group one belongs to being demonized by the media. The hippo rest between a ‘salvation’ message and the use of violence to archive it.

However, it’s never been clearer than in the last issue. When an Inhuman girl starts talking about being superior to others and how they are going to take over, we see something snap in Kamala. Her words are a clear reference to Islamic Extremism. Not only that, she is not only furious about their extremist tactics, but notice how she mentions what others like them suffer in return. Think about all the Islamophobia Kamala has endured. And now, in her own words: “just when I was getting comfortable with the idea of being an Inhuman, I find out that even aliens have their fanatical extremist”. And Kamala is scared, she is terrified that it will happen all over again and that she will be demonized by yet another thing out of her control… And it makes her so furious she deliver a nearly fatal blow against her opponent.

To me, this was one of the most shocking and game-changing moments this book has had so far.

When He Caught You Sneaking Out

Rating: PG-13

Requested: [NO] [YES]

Ashton:

Looking at the dim red numbers flashed on clock that is on the top of the night table, it is flashing twelve o’clock and you slowly took a glance of your peacefully sleeping boyfriend. You and your friends decided to go club hopping tonight since it is weekend, you asked for Ashton’s permission earlier but he disagree about the idea so you have no other choice left but to sneak out in the middle of night. You make sure that you are making less noise with your every move from slowly slipping out of the bed and finding your phone around with no lights. Thanks goodness that your boyfriend is facing the other way so you can freely move a little without getting caught while looking around for your phone, you are pretty sure that you just put it somewhere on the ground earlier since it is part of the plan but seems like it’s gone. You start to feel that Ashton hide it so you can’t contact your friends to fetch you in case you are trying to sneak which is what you are doing.

Getting tired of groping and crawling around in hope of finding your phone, you decided to sit for awhile. “Shit, don’t fail me now baby.” You muttered under your breath. You really need to text your friends so they can fetch you.

You turned your head around and to your relief Ashton is still in a deep sleep, you can tell that with his soft snoring. There’s no other way, if you can’t find your phone and contact your friends, you’ll just go to club all by yourself and appeared right in front of your friends. You slowly crawled your way to the door, grabbing the knob and slowly turning it but you furrowed your eyebrows when you can’t turn it fully. “Shit, it’s lock.” 

There was a soft click and the sudden lightness made you squint, you turned your head only to saw Ashton in his sweatpants that is hanging lowly on his waist, standing all his glory in front of you. Words failed to escape your lips, you are caught off guard, “What are you doing?” He asked in a thick and deep bedroom voice. Gulping the lump on your throat, you danced mentally when you catch a great lie, “I-I need to pee and I stub my toe and I can’t walk,” and you groaned, trying to make him believe. He just cocked his eyebrows signaling you that he is not amused at all. You pout, accepting your defeat. There’s no way that you can trick Ashton, he knows you well and he knows when you lie or not. Standing up with shoulders hanging, you climbed at the bed and just tucked yourself in the blanket while turning your back to him. He turned the lights out and you felt a dip on the bed before a strong arms wrapped around you, “I don’t want you to get in trouble Y/N,” he whispered on your left ear.

“But it’s just a night out,” you reasoned with a pout. He chuckled before kissing your temple, “You cause too much trouble when you are drunk,”

“I don’t!” You whined. “You even forced me once to have sex with you when you came home drunk,” A tinge of crimson red appeared on your cheeks and you are unable to defend yourself so he just chuckled lightly before kissing your cheeks, “Good night princess.” A smiled formed on your lips, “Good night Ash.” And the two of you drifted off to dreamland.

Michael:

You can still hear some gunshots and violent sounds from the background coming from the living room telling you that Michael is still up and is still playing a video game. A soft impatient groan escaped your lips as you looked at your wristwatch, it’s already 11:37 and you can’t be late from your night out with your girl friends. You sling your duffel bag over your shoulder that is containing a one black sweetheart dress, a pair of stiletto and some palettes of make-up since you can’t sneak out with a short dress on and pair of stiletto that will surely make noises as you run so you are on your black hoodie and sweatpants together with dirty sneakers that will help you to move more freely. Michael doesn’t approve about you going all alone at night, he is really protective over you and he can’t stand the idea of some other guys hitting on you but being a hard-headed girlfriend, you will still sneak out. Michael is still downstairs, playing video games so instead of taking the main door, you’ll go to your Plan B which is going out from the kitchen backdoor. Jumping off the window is a good idea too but the last time you did that, you almost broke your hipbone so you promised to yourself that you will cross it out of your option. 

You tiptoed your way downstairs, good thing that your boyfriend is facing the other side of the stairs so you can feel that your plan will go smoothly. You are about to reach the car keys from the table when your pug, Milo barked, startling you and making you come in contact with the vase that is just behind you, knocking it out and the sound echoed at the house. Your eyes widened and your heart hammers loudly against your chest, “Holy shit.”

The soft violent sounds that is coming from the video game stopped and all you know is Michael is already staring at you with a cold gaze, arms wrapped on his chest and Milo is already on his side, wiggling its tail. You smiled to your family awkwardly, “Uh, hi.”

“Good evening, intruder.” he sassed. He made his way to you in the way that made your breaths shallow. You know that he dislikes it when you break rules and shrug off his words. “What are you doing?” He asked sternly when his face was just inch from yours. “Uh, nothing. Just… just—” 

He finished your sentence, “Trying to sneak out.”

You sigh in defeat and your shoulders fell down, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you a little closer. “You know what happens to bad girls that loves to break rules, hmm?” He whispered hotly in your right ear, sending shiver down to your spine. You decided to play to dumb and asked him innocently, “What?”

A small smirk formed across his lips, “They get punished.”

Calum:

You patiently tap your fingers against your wooden study table as you plan a great escape. You and Calum had a fight earlier about your idea of meeting with your co-workers and having a night out, Calum strongly disagrees the moment you opened the topic up but you keep insisting that you will be home as early as you can that ended up into an argument resulting him to sleep downstairs, you don’t know if he took that advantage to guard and caught you if you try to sneak out or he just simply don’t want to sleep with you tonight because he is still angry with you. Either way you still need to sneak out since you already said that you will be going with them. Your gaze landed on the open window on your side, it is big enough for you to fit in and it is not that high too. You nodded to yourself and giving yourself a hug mentally for being so genius. Grabbing your duffel bag and filling them with your night out attire after that you put on a light make up and you curled your hair a little bit. You are still in pyjamas but you didn’t mind, you’ll change later anyway. You opened your cabinet and search for a long blanket and hopefully you found one.

Checking Calum downstairs, it seems like he is already asleep since the light is off and there’s no more sounds except the sound soft coming from the air conditioner. You checked out the window and made sure that the paths you’ll take is clear before throwing you duffel bag to the ground and tying the end of a long blanket on the window’s steel grills and draping the other end out of the window. You take a grip to the blanket and carefully sliding yourself down, you let go of the blanket as you touched the ground and quickly grabbed your duffel bag. When you turned around, horror filled your face as you bumped into the man that you are not wishing to see at this time, “Trying to escape, huh?” 

“Uh…well, I-I’m…” You stuttered but he just grinned, pushing you to the wall that is just behind you and put his both arms on both side of your head, leaning against you. “You’re really stubborn, Y/N.” He clicked his tongue as he shake his head. You remained silent and he push himself away from you before taking your hand and lead you back inside of the house, “I’m hungry, make me a sandwich.”

Luke:

Your boyfriend, Luke is sleeping peacefully that you are thankful about. You can quickly make your escape at this time. As promised to your girl friends, you will be clubbing with them tonight since it’s been almost months since they didn’t saw you. Slowly slipping out of the bed, you reached the door knob and opened the door, still trying to make reduced noises. You tiptoed your way to the bathroom where your dress, shoes and make up palettes are already ready, you made sure to make a flush noise before leaving the bathroom so that Luke will just assume that you just went to pee. It is a struggle for you to not make any noise when your pomeranian puppy, Daisy is sleeping on the living room. You reach for your pocket to get the key to the door and panic hits you when you can’t find any keys on your pocket.

“Shit, maybe I drop it somewhere.” You muttered to yourself before carefully taking a step back and start take your trails earlier, hoping that you could step on it. Needing to be extra careful because of your dog, you almost fell on your knees when you stub your feet on the edge of the cabinet. Minutes passed but seems like you can’t find the key of your apartment, you swear that you put it in your pocket before pretending to be sleeping. You squinted when the whole place lighted up, you froze when it was followed by familiar deep slumber voice, “What are you doing Y/N?”

Turning around, you found your sleepy boyfriend across the leaving room and standing while rubbing his eyes in his messy hair, black Rolling Stone muscle tee and gray sweatpants. You gulped at the sight but his question made you gulped harder, “Uh, what are you doing? You should be sleeping right?” Your voice pitched a little than it should be.

“I had a bad dream that you left and when I turned around, you’re not in the bed so I searched for you.” He explained with his soft yet deep voice. A small smile formed on your lips at his cute gesture and it made your heart skipped a beat and a pang of guilt hits you when you are not beside Luke when he is needing you, you let out a small “Aw,” before making your way to him. You hugged him tightly, feeling all safe with his arms wrapped around your tiny frame. “Babe, why are you all dressed up?” He asked in confusion against your hair

“I’m sorry baby, I tried to sneak out to meet the girls,” you pouted, still feeling guilty.

“But I need you,” he whined in a childish tone. A small chuckle escaped your lips, “I’m not going anywhere baby, I’m here.” And you press your face against his chest, smelling the manly scent around him.

“Alright, let’s go to sleep back.” He muttered before a yawn escaped his lips. You both turned around to make your way to the bedroom when he suddenly groped your buttocks, earning a yelp from you, “Nice ass baby,” and he grinned.

baggage check (n)

1. a demand that someone pony up details of their trauma or disclose marginalized-group status in exchange for the “right” to have an opinion

2. the same, but in exchange for the “right” to do or like shit that fails some SJ-flavored moral purity test

please note: although there is always a chance that submitting to a baggage check may get your arguments engaged with on their own merits, in most cases all it’s good for is trading in the default condemnation and verbal abuse for mere condescension and dismissal

baggage check claim ticket: you are hereby magnanimously granted permission to disagree with OP’s poorly supported assertions without being a dirtbag shitlord who should go die in a fire while a dog shits in your mouth, but only because we have determined via concern trolling about your internalized _____ and unhealthy coping mechanisms that you’re a poor wounded dove who’s too damaged to know any better

now shut up, you don’t get to speak for all ______s, only we get to speak for all ______s, and you should be grateful ‘cos we’re doing it on your behalf

Hello, my dear followers. 

I have faced not a very pleasant situation. I didn’t want it to come to this, but it started to get beyond bounds. Most of you know that I am from Russians speaking fandom of Fairy Tail. Naturally, there are those who don’t like my creative work very much, I don’t have to be enjoyed by everyone, but they had gone too far… Up to this moment I’ve tried not to pay attention to their quite uncomplimentary reviews of my drawings and of myself in general, but the creation of the blog which was aimed at as they say “criticizing with sarcasm” was a turning point. There they analyze my arts by pieces (they cut them as they like without asking for my permission), attach some disagreeable inscriptions to them… Even if they don’t like the way I draw, it doesn’t give them the right to do with my arts, which I put my soul in, whatever they like. It is the copyright infringement. 


I must admit that I tried to solve it in a peaceful way, but I have got a rude response without getting an answer to my question about what they try to achieve with their activity. Perhaps, their aim is to expel me from the Russian fandom? Or they are annoyed by the fact that I’ve stopped drawing Nalu? (They are, by the way, the shippers of the RoLu pairing (Rogue + Lucy)). Whatever their purpose is, it is silly…
I should just probably ignore it, but when it lasts during a month I can’t help paying attention to this. Moreover, when my works are posted everywhere without my permission, and also “remade” the way they want it.


I am also accused of plagiarism. Well, I won’t deny, I took some works as a basis without asking for the permission at once, but nevertheless I talked to the authors of the works afterwards, getting the permission to use some elements. But the situation is more global: they see the “plagiarism” in all my works, though I took as a basis three or four drawings. It doesn’t justify me, but still the distortion of facts is no good.

 I have written all this in order to ask for your advice: what should I do? Because such situation is not so pleasant for me. 

Thank you.

This is your permission to calm down a little.

This is your permission to ask someone to clarify what they meant.

This is your permission to block someone you disagree with.

This is your permission to stay friends with someone your friends disapprove of.

This is your permission to not love your body.

This is your permission to focus on things you like.

This is your permission to stay out of the discourse.

This is your permission to not be the person you were a year ago.

This is your permission. Do with it what you will.

I can’t believed some people justifies that girl’s action who grabbed Leo on the airport. I totally understand if you get too excited but others are excited as well and you dont see them grabbing the other members. Can we please respect personal space? I know you dont see them often and I know that they are public figures and they’re probably not even hurt but this is not something they’re used to. They don’t usually experience fans grabbing them on the airport coz most of the time, starlights keep their distance atleast a foot away. Can we please try to keep our calm at a bare minimum? They don’t visit other countries as much so please don’t make the airport a bad experience for them coz you can’t keep your calm. They have traveled how many hours and i’m pretty sure they are tired and jetlag. You can still spazz and lose your shit atleast a foot away. Remember that jelpi doesnt allow fans to give fan letters and gifts to VIXX when they’re on the airport. If you wanna send them anything, please refer to jelpi for instructions. They have posted them before. End rant!