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Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar - Part 3

Originally posted by kolyafarrell

Series Summary: Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Part Summary: Peter and Y/N talk about how Peter came to be the friendly neighborhood hero known as Spider-Man. They have their first date and go around the city. Tony gets a phone call that rocks his world.

Pairings: Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Liz Allan, Michelle, Ned Leeds. May Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Scott Lang, T'Challa (Mentioned)

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @molethemollie for being my betas!

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Finally managed to edit this pic in a way that I enjoy. It only took me a couple of months haha sometimes you need to revisit old work and apply the things you have learnt along the way on these. Which is what I did here.
This is a picture from a sunny day hiking in the mountains around my house in Switzerland. We journeyed out with my best friend for the day, with a picnic in our backpacks. We hiked for 7hrs that day and saw some incredible stuff. 
Here is one of the more narrow walkways that we went along. On my right hand side is a pretty steep drop, and somehow they figured the railing was best place on the left hand side? hahah looking forward to setting out on more hiking adventures :)

anonymous asked:

I once went to hook up with a guy off of tinder as a quick fling before I moved away from my homestate. Unfortunately I was an innocent bab and didn't get any dick pics or i could have saved myself a rather unfun experience (he had a micropenis). Anyway, we meet up and he decides to go get a drink before we get down, yeah sure that's fine, AFTER we get drinks we go to a park and he pulls a fukkin picnic out of his backpack. The kicker? His picnic blanket was a my little pony blanket.



Gryffindor: roadtrips, 50s music blasting from the radio, deserted highways, a 1965 ford mustang convertible, milk shakes and burgers in a small diner, pink sunglasses, tracking your route on a map with sharpies, oversized sweaters, route 66, chasing the sun, pillows and blankets on the backseat, sleeping in rundown motels, neon signs, pastel colours, strawberry bubble gum, jukeboxes, country roads, a cloudless sky, let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress adventure, cold drinks, sticking your head out of the window while you’re riding shotgun, wind in your hair, cracked pavement and yellow lines, terrible cheap gas station food, laughing your soul out, sleeping with your head against the window, counting the miles you left behind, photos of road signs, let’s just go anywhere we want

Ravenclaw: faraway adventures, looking for wonderland, sleeping under dying stars, white mountaintops sharp against a bright sky, small wooden cottages, silvery waterfalls, darkness split only by moonlight, a rusty old compass in your hand, wildflowers growing on the side of the road, the middle of nowhere, cozy tents and warm sleepingbags, heavy backpacks, picnics next to a river high up in the mountains, blue valleys and wilderness, waiting for nightfall, writing on the back of your hands, roasting marshmallows over campfires, old leather boots, cornfields and rivers, candles, leaving footprints, discovering hidden paths in the mountains and woods, counting stars, an atlas underneath your pillow, faded postcards, deep forests, silence louder than your hearbeat, a neverending universe

Hufflepuff: beach holidays, the sand between your toes, collecting shells in a tin can, ice cream parlors, food markets, palm trees, warm bonfire nights, drinking from coconuts, sunburn on your nose, yellow surf boards, marveling at street artists, sand castles fit for kings and queens, holding hands, crystal waves crashing against rocks, a pink sky, salt water, the clear cyan colour of swimming pools, the smell of sunscreen, drawing hearts and writing quotes in the sand, walks on the shoreline while the sun is setting, feeding the seagulls, fruity cocktails, swimming in the ocean, loud heartbeats, a feverish smile, cold water rushing around you, white stones, let’s be mermaids, narrow alleys and corner shops, laughter filling the streets, heaven in your eyes

Slytherin: big cities, bright lights, time doesn’t seem to pass at all, short dresses and black skinny jeans, cash in your pockets, the smell of coffee and pollution, yellow taxis, the skyline against the setting sun, falling in love with strangers, the raw glamour of big cities, expensive restaurants and bars, the golden gate bridge at night, skyscrapers made of shining glass, 4am, waking up in hotel rooms high above the city, brief golden moments, photographs of people passing by, luxurious flats with huge glass fronts looking out at the city, watching dawn break on the rooftop of a skyscraper, loving out of lust, magazine covers, plane tickets, concrete jungles, traffic lights reflecting on wet streets, dancing until morning, exploring new places with every step, billboards with promises of better lives, hidden art galleries, live fast die young

The Sign's Aesthetics
  • Aries: A bright smile, scraped knees, evening, cloudy days, a crowded sidewalk.
  • Taurus: Retro diners, roller skates, holding hands, vintage records.
  • Gemini: Lipstick stains, headphones, puddles, kisses in the rain, peppermint gum.
  • Cancer: Candy hearts, pastels, Queen Anne's lace, ponds, blue eyes.
  • Leo: City skyline, big sunglasses, midnight, fancy cocktails, a flash of lightning.
  • Virgo: Ripped jeans, charcoal, fall, a campfire, the smell of rain.
  • Libra: Black and white, tattoos, concerts, smoke, secrets.
  • Scorpio: The middle of winter, holding hands, hot chocolate, cuddling, fluffy blankets.
  • Sagittarius: Backpacks, picnic tables, summer, popsicles, freedom.
  • Capricorn: Lined paper, a clean smell, cats, white sweaters, morning.
  • Aquarius: Chunky headphones, bubblegum, long days, best friends, dogs
  • Pisces: Huge waves, stormy skies, mist, white dresses, a promise.

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I am a home-based analyst, and most days I walk or ride my motorcycle down to a park or coffee shop to work. I have everything I might need in this bag for work or play and it all weighs in at less than 13 lbs. A few notes on these items: -I ALWAYS have the Architect Wallet (with Space Pen and Moleskine notebook), iPhone with case, and Leatherman on my person. The rest still comes with me everywhere I go, but could be 10-15’ away at any given time. I have Tile locators on my bag, bluetooth speaker, and glasses case (this last one has been a real lifesaver!) -I searched for years for a bag to replace an old satchel I’d sewn back together half a dozen times over the past 10 years and finally settled on this Bluboon Backpack. I love the style, it’s fairly small while still able to carry everything I need, and it cost less than $40! I have had to strengthen a few of the stitches, but it’s worth it! -The Maxpedition Micro Pocket Organizer contains toiletry and first aid hand items. -The 145g Discraft is by far the best small size frisbee I have ever used. It flies as well as a regulation size 175g disc, but saves space in my bag. -The Eno Sub7 is a new release hammock that weighs just 6.9oz, less than half the weight of their Singlenest. It’s perfect for a go bag! -The Matador is another new find. It’s a super compact picnic blanket. Perfect for keeping in my bag and throwing out on some damp grass. -I’ve hacked the car keys and mounted a transponder on the steering column so that I can use a plain metal key without the plastic head. This allows me to fit my keys into the super compact True Utility Key Shackle. -I’ll often throw in my AEO Vintage Denim Western Shirt which works great as a stylish and comfortable extra layer when needed. -Any recommendations on a more compact umbrella?

Of One Mind

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 985
Fluff, Angst, Misunderstandings, POV Stiles

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For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Movie in the Park

Stiles sits down on the blanket, kicks of his shoes, and pulls his knees to his chest. He sighs so loud the couple sitting next to him actually looks over with worried expressions. He ignores them. He’d hoped that going to the movie anyway, even if he had no date, would cheer him up a little. Hairspray isn’t exactly his favourite movie, but it’s cheerful and has a hot cast, so he’d hoped it would at least distract him enough to keep the scene from yesterday playing over and over in his head.

Yesterday, he’d finally gathered enough courage to ask Derek out. He’d thought of the perfect date: a movie he knew Derek loved, being outside on a beautiful summer night, snacks, and an extra blanket in case it got chilly and they had to cuddle for warmth. The perfect date. The only thing left to do was to actually ask Derek.

He’d stayed behind after pack night, helping Derek clean up. He’d been doing that a lot lately, so nobody thought anything of it. Halfway through doing the dishes, Stiles had turned to Derek, hoping Derek wouldn’t hear his erratic heartbeat. But before he could say anything, Derek had asked him a question.

‘Do you have any plans for tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, actually. I—‘

‘Oh. Great. Me, too,’ Derek had interrupted him.

‘That’s… good,’ Stiles nodded, not thinking it was good at all. His courage fled.

Derek already had plans. Which meant Derek couldn’t make plans with him. Which meant no date.

An awkward atmosphere had filled Derek’s kitchen, and they barely spoke another word to each other for the rest of the clean-up. Stiles had all but fled the apartment once they were done.

He pulls a bag chips out of his bag and starts chewing despondently. Maybe the crunching will drown out the noises of the cheerful songs from the movie, the giggles and the cheerful chattering of all the people around him.

He should’ve gone with classic pining: staying home and watching romcoms while crying in a tub of ice cream.


Stiles whips his head around at the voice. There’s a pair of nicely shaped legs right next to him. He follows the legs all the way up to a sculpted torso, then further up to his favourite face.

‘Derek? What are you doing here?’

‘I like Hairspray,’ Derek admits.

Stiles can’t see it, but he knows Derek’s ears are turning red. They always do when Derek admits he likes musicals. Stiles thinks it’s adorable.

‘Hey, sit down! You’re blocking the screen!’ someone behind them shouts.

Derek hurriedly drops down next to Stiles. He’s clutching a picnic blanket and a backpack that’s crunching like it’s full of bags of food.

‘You’re here alone?’ Derek asks.

‘Yeah. Wasn’t exactly the plan, though,’ Stiles can’t help adding. ‘You alone, too?’

‘Yeah,’ Derek says, staring straight ahead at the screen. ‘Wasn’t my plan either.’

Stiles feels fury rising up in his chest. Who the hell dared to stand up Derek? Derek is, well, Derek. There is no adjective that could sufficiently described Derek all on its own.  Derek is funny, smart, kind. He looks a little dangerous with the beard and the glare, but he’s made of nothing but marshmallow on the inside. He always helps you when you ask, and when you don’t ask. He’s a great hugger—Stiles has been on the receiving end of those plenty of times. When Derek smiles his eyes go crinkly at the corners. When he blushes his ears are the first thing to go red. When he’s reading there’s often a cute little frown of concentration between his brows that Stiles has a hard time resisting smoothing with his fingers. Derek talks with his eyebrows more than with his mouth. He’s a terrible cook, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. He loves musicals, and Russian literature, and can’t help smiling at every dog he sees. He also feels what is probably an unhealthy amount of protectiveness over his Camaro. He’s Derek.

‘I’m sorry,’ Stiles manages to get out somewhat calmly. He’s proud of himself for not demanding he name and address of whoever stood Derek up, so he could punch them in the face. Or get them arrested.

‘For what?’ Derek asks, confused.

‘That you got stood up. That sucks, dude.’

‘I didn’t get stood up.’

Stiles is the one who’s confused now.

‘The person I wanted to go with, they already had plans. So…’ Derek shrugs.

‘And they weren’t willing to change them for you?’

‘I didn’t ask.’

‘I would’ve changed them for you,’ Stiles says before he can stop himself.

Derek is staring at him now. A whole array of expressions and emotions flashing over his face so fast that Stiles can’t read them all. But he thinks he sees surprise, awe and understanding. Finally, with a cautious smile, Derek’s face appears to settle on joy.

‘It was you. I wanted to go with you,’ Derek admits.

Stiles’ jaw drops. Did they… And now…

‘I wanted to go with you, too,’ he grins, punching Derek softly in the thigh. ‘Well, this worked out great. In a weird way.’

Derek scoots a little closer, then cautiously places a hand on Stiles’ cheek. Stiles leans in to it, closing his eyes at the warm comfort of Derek’s hand.

‘I would’ve changed my plans for you, too,’ Derek whispers, he’s barely audible over John Travolta belting out his song. ‘Even if our plans were technically the same.’

‘If your plans involve kissing me right now, then we truly are in sync.’

Derek hums and presses their lips together.

‘Nooo! More,’ Stiles whines when Derek pulls back almost immediately.

Derek presses his lips against Stiles’ cheek. ‘The rest is for after the movie. I’m not that easy.’

‘I am,’ Stiles mumbles.

Derek’s goodnight kiss when they say goodnight by their cars was totally worth the wait.

Yuletide in Panem Presents: Bonfire on the Bayou

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo.

Day 1 - An Odesta vignette, featuring Everlark.

Bonfires and boat parades are typical Christmas traditions in the south of the US during the month of December, especially in towns near the water. Bonfires are lit along the lakeshore while boat owners organize Christmas parades, in which boats dress up, complete with lights, trees and carolers and float down the lake or river.  At the end of the night, fireworks are lit and everyone exchanges good wishes.

It’s always been my headcanon that, in an AU universe, Finnick would have been a Louisiana native.


Annie watched as Finnick strode along the water’s edge, holding fast to the fishing schiff’s rope.  He reached the mooring on the dock and pulled the little boat in, tying the rope off before stepping into the cool bayou waters. His cargo shorts came just up to his knees but the water barely nicked at the hem as he lifted Annie by the waist and set her down in the shallows.  He stole a kiss before turning to back to the boat, leaving Annie squealing as the water crept into her sandals, prompting her to scramble onto the sand.

“We’ll have the best view from here,” Finnick said, pulling the picnic basket and backpack from inside the boat.  He scanned the coastline, searching for signs of his friends when he caught sight of Peeta working over a small bonfire while Katniss fed wood into the growing flames.

“There they are!” Annie exclaimed, rushing back to Finnick to take a pack off of his hands, but he waved her off.

“I got it,” he said, his green eyes scanning the uneven ground in front of her as she stumbled.  “You still got your sea legs?”

Annie blushed, averting her eyes as she answered, “You could say that,” before Katniss caught sight of her and stood to greet her with a warm hug.

“Hey, you!” Katniss exclaimed as she pulled her friend in for a tight hug. “Have you told him yet?” she whispered, stray hairs from her thick braid ticking her nose.

“Shhhh…I haven’t figured out a way to do it!” Annie answered in a low voice.  “I thought maybe tonight.”

Katniss large grey eyes grew to twice their size. “How can you keep something like that to yourself?”

“I’ll tell him soon enough!” Annie answered as she let Katniss go and turned to hug Peeta.  “What are you cooking up for us tonight?”

“Extra chocolate s’mores,” he answers cheerfully. His blue eyes radiated contentment and warmth and she knew it was no small part to being with Katniss.  Annie was filled with a sudden cascade of affection for her two closest friends, knowing how rare it was to find couples as insync as the four of them were.

“There’s some beer in the cooler. Help yourself,” she heard Katniss say but Annie discretely demurred, arranging the bread, cheeses and fruit that were her contribution to the evening’s festivities.

“It sure isn’t Christmas without a bonfire,” Finnick said, pulling out a large blanket, wrapping Annie and himself in it before settling down on a large tree trunk. Katniss curled up next to Peeta also, tucking herself into his side as he stoked the flames with his free hand.

“And a boat parade,” Peeta added, waving at the sparks that flew off from a piece of wood that landed haphazardly in the pile.

As if on command, the procession of boats started to make its way up the bayou, the open sea at their backs. In the sunset, the twinkling christmas lights and letters made each boat appear like a sparkling tree ornament.  Annie sighed at the pontoon, it’s bimini hanging heavy with pure, white lights as if snow had fallen on it, belying the unseasonably warm temperatures in New Orleans and most of the southern United States.  At the prow was a Christmas tree with a bright star of David that doubled as a search light.  

As they passed the treats around, nibbling on the cheese and the melted delights that Peeta roasted over the fire, Finnick pulled out a thermos of eggnog and, with exaggerated flair, popped the cork open.

“For the firework show,” he explained, filling everyone’s mugs.  Annie, staring at her drink, wrinkled her nose discretely, provoking a knowing smile from Katniss.

At that moment, the sky lit up with fireworks, the still burning starbursts of red, gold and green raining down over the boats below. It was a spectacular sight, and Annie squeezed Finnick when Peeta pulled Katniss in for a long kiss.

“Cheers and Merry Christmas, everyone!” Finnick said, raising his cup and toasting Katniss and Peeta the sky still alight with such deafening explosions, everyone had a hard time hearing one another.  Meanwhile, Annie took a sip of her drink, her face scrunching up in distaste.

“It’s not spoiled, is it?” Finnick said as he turned towards her, sniffing her cup.  “I made sure to make it the way you like.”

Annie’s lip trembled as she took both cups and set them on the sand before them.  “I have no objections to it but,” she grasped his hand and placed it over her still flat belly, “Our baby has other ideas.”