There’s an SVU episode that aired in 2008 (season 10 episode 2) called Confession that applies to a number of MAPs if not all of them on here. It’s also where i found my favorite quote “People aren’t born deviants.”
This teen goes into the squad room telling the detective Oliva Benson that he needs help because he’s having sexual thoughts about his kid brother. Unfortunately they can’t do anything especially at that time (2008) where there was not even anything considering about helping pedophiles but now, since I don’t want to hear the fucking excuse, there ARE therapists that help pedophiles so fuck off.
Some time into the episode this kid has reached out to this older pedophile that says he needs to look but not touch which is disgusting in its own premise but this guy has a website with pictures of real children for all pedophiles to indulge in but let me explain how that goes.
One of those children was a detective’s (Elliot Stabler) daughter. He sees her picture and goes back to his house to kick his fucking brains out and if you dont think that any father would do that for their kid if they’re not a deadbeat or just a horrible father in general then you’re fucking wrong. That’s how people view pedophiles calling themselves “non offending.” The good thing about this is that Stabler didn’t get in trouble. In fact, his captain told the pedophile that he’s lucky he’s not dead.
This pedophile claims he’s fine but has to look at children not to offend and at one point he said “I promise not to drool.” That’s fucking sick and I bet that’s most of them on here.
Anyways, back to the teen, he does end up offending and he tells the older pedophile that its fine and he could do it too and the older pedophile ends up killing the teen. Of course he gets caught and tells the detectives this and he’s just mad. You could tell what he’s mad about too. Not mad about killing the teen but mad about the teen acting on his urges but not because he did but because the older pedophile couldn’t do it himself. He was jealous. He knows how much he wants to touch a child and believes that look don’t touch works but it doesn’t. That whole time he was just building up his urges to offend but knew he would get caught if he did. He had little to no will power because he was staring at children Just look at the MAPs on here following that policy as well and even going as further as to spend time around children. They’re not helping themselves or anyone else. They’re just being a danger to children. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got jealous of pro contact MAPs like Jared Fogle. Fuck their will power.
I’m not gonna trust anyone around children who can’t resist to not even look or spend time with them or even HAVE ONE OF THEIR OWN. You’re all fucking disgusting and should be locked up.
I was really struggling this week. Working way too hard, skipping breaks and meals, not staying hydrated, not showering, not taking my meds. it was bad. even at the busiest times, self-care is so so important. if I needed help, then I’m probably not the only one. all of these lil ideas are small and relatively easy and I highly doing something nice for yourself, even if it’s not on the list. hope you all have a wonderful day/week/year.
(my personal favourites in bold)
drink some cold water
wash your hands and face with cool water
make some tea
get a blanket and snuggle it around you
snuggle an animal/stuffed animal
buy your favorite candy from the gas station
close your eyes and listen to your fav song on repeat for 10 mins
put on some throwback jams (high school musical, mamma mia, 90s, u do u) and dance around ur room in ur undies
make a calming playlist
call a friend/relative just to say hi and hear someone else’s voice
rewatch cute/funny/happy clips from ur fav tv show/band/movie on youtube
put on a skirt and twirl (yes boys/agenders/trans u can do this too)
scribble really hard with black pen on a blank page and scream
look at the sky/moon/sunset/sunrise/stars
watch kitten/puppy/small animal live streams on youtube
go outside, even if its just by ur front door, and take some deep breaths
eat something - fruit, veggies are best
change ur contacts/clean ur glasses if you wear those
change your underwear
if u can’t get urself to shower, wash off w a damp washcloth/baby wipe
put on a cute/comfy outfit that makes you feel good about urself
dont put eye makeup on so you can rub your eyes & they wont feel heavy
stretch, do some yoga or meditate
get a breathing/meditation app and use it (headspace is gr8)
take a nap
go to bed before 11 pm
brush your teeth
turn off bright harsh lights and use smaller, warmer lamps
unplug. give your eyes/brain a break from screens for a half hour
get one of those pet/family apps/games and care for someone else for a change
find cool people on tumblr and send them anonymous compliments (that you actually think are true - spread love)
find a quote, write it/print it nicely and stick it on ur wall
watch a new movie
boil some cinnamon sticks/vanilla bean for 5 mins so ur house smells pretty. if in ur room, use essential oil drops or candles
make your bed
wipe down ur desk w some disinfectant
clean something - a backpack, small area, fluff ur pillow, put away one shirt
do your makeup all pretty and nice just because/dress up just because
research into your dream job/vacation/city/whatever
open up pages/canva/photshop/etc and make something just for fun
build a fort and crawl under it
find an easy diy and do it/ be proud of ur creative genius
make a list of things that make you happy. stick it somewhere you’ll see it all the time
print a picture of someone/thing that’s pissing u off and throw things at it (tape it to a dart board if u have one)
reread a book that makes you happy
clip your nails, clean the dirt from under them
send some good old fashioned snail mail to someone u like just for fun
take some selfies if you’re feelin it (see #40)
fuzzy socks. enough said.
make yourself a fancy meal/cocktail/coffee/tea latte/drink/whatevs
open ur window or put on a fan/air purifier. get some air circulating
draw, even if u think u suck.
reach out to kids help phone (canada) or a suicide hotline if you need to talk to someone about more serious matters. you deserve help and care and support. (message me if you need resources)
donate to a local animal shelter (if u have the means obviously)
go for a walk/run/bike ride
put on a face mask
take a bubble path
shave ur legs and moisturize
bake some cookies
go on spotify/youtube and find some new music you love
make a really fun upbeat playlist for next time u get the aux cord
scroll through some wholesome or funny meme accounts. whatever you’re in the mood for.
take some cool pictures of whatever you want
change up your room in any small ( or big) way that you can
teach urself a new skill on youtube (simple like a hair style, or complicated like an instrument, whatever u want)
sign up to volunteer at a library/homeless shelter/soup kitchen/retirement home/daycare center/etc. help those who need it. be giving.
put on sad music and cry. let ur mascara run. be dramatic. let it out.
put rock music on and stomp and scream throw (soft) things. let it out.
teach urself the words to a fast rap song thats cool right now so you can impress ur friends/classmates/family
print off some kid colouring pages and dont stay inside the lines
brush your hair, take it out of a ponytail if its been like that for a while, or put it up if its down and in ur way
diy a hair mask (coconut oil) and do that
exfoliate ur whole body and feel like a whole new person
clear out ur phone/laptop. delete old messages, numbers of people u dont like/hang out with, get rid of photos of shitty friends, apps u dont use, etc
find cards against humanity online (or if u have it use the cards) and play with urself - make funny matches just because
empty a drawer (or multiple) and fold ur stuff neatly
do something that will make u sweat (gym, dance, clean) then take a nice shower
take a second to listen to ur body. unclench muscles that are clenched, fix ur poster, massage/stretch tight areas
move to a different area of the house for a little while. clear ur head.
go out, anywhere. window shop, go to a coffee shop/library and work. people watch if ur broke.
update your planner
make Pinterest board/real life vision of things that make you happy for when in this situation again
find a youtuber you like and watch their videos
lie on the floor, listen to music and do nothing for a while
give yourself a pep talk in the mirror and then stand like superman for a few mins. sounds silly but it works. its called powerposing. look it up.
repeating this bc important: hydrate!!!
start a new tv show
order something online so u have something to look forward to
go sit with a family member and keep them company. u dont have to talk to them.
the app ‘trump dump’ will make u feel better about the current us political situation
read happy news: find stories of students doing something cool, women kicking ass, men being amazing, whatever. bonus points if this inspires u
sort your garbage from recycling and help the environment
smile at people you see just because. smiling is good and nice.
look at old pictures of u and ur fav people
go through old yearbooks and take a second to appreciate how far you’ve come
go to a park and watch kids play. remember what it’s like to be young. realize you are still young. go on the swings and go as high as u can
“I didn’t find out that I liked teaching until I was 45 years old. I was working as a graphic designer, and I volunteered to teach a group of kids from a poor region. It was part of a special program aimed at teenagers who’d dropped out of school. At first I was scared. Many of them had behavior problems. Some of them were addicted to drugs. One of them even brought a knife to class. But I discovered that I could really connect with them. Sometimes I could even reach kids that refused to talk to psychologists. I learned that I could transform someone’s life just by listening. The program only lasted six months, but it gave me such sense of satisfaction. I’ve been training for the last two years to become a real teacher. My test results just arrived and I got assigned to the school I wanted. I’m going to teach Portuguese to elementary school students.”
While she has done and excused some horrible things on here for you all to see, there’s more that you don’t know about. In the discord group chat she mods, and within our personal or group chats. I’ve been afraid to bring it to light for awhile, because the adults running said discord terrify me and would rather shut up a kid who’s in trouble or unsafe than remove a harmful adult from the group. In fact, just today my girlfriend was kicked from the discord immediately after telling the admin (who is 30 years old) what Mary has done to us, and the ways shes caused me trauma (which we’ll get into later.) It was this call to kick her from the server rather than try to protect the children (some under 13) still in that server that prompted me to make this post. If nothing else, I hope those around Mary see this, and can take caution, distance themselves, and stay safe.
Before you click the read more, please be cautioned. There’s mentions of trama, panic attacks, anxiety, grooming, adult/minor relationships, and more.
I am an Eminem Fan for years now and when I started to get more and more
into True Crime I was surprised to find a lot of his Lyrics mentioning Columbine which I never really realised before.
Of course he also mentioned other murderers or events, like Ted Bundy and the
Aurora theater shooting but I wanted to start with the Columbine lyrics because
there’s a lot of material. So let’s start:
The Way I Am, 2000 0:00-0:16 When a dude’s getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it’s at!
Middle America, now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see, an upper-class city
Havin’ this happening
Marshall states that he thinks that he thinks that not music is the reason for
the shooting but bullying and the parents. But as we all know Marilyn Manson
was partly blamed for Columbine by the media.
Em is also making fun of the fact that Columbine was the first shooting that
people cared this much about although there have been a lot of shootings
but now it happened at a “nice” school.
There is an alternative version of this song featuring Marilyn Manson (x)
He performed it live with Manson (x and x)
Manson also appeared in the official video (x)
Remember me, 2000 0:17-0:30 Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
Em is making fun of the idea that musicians like him are a
bad influence because he is not the one who gives these kids their weapons.
And as we all know, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold both wore
a Trenchcoat when the attack started, that’s why „both of my Trenchcoats“ were stolen. And so he thinks that they
were stolen to start another Columbine.
And when you have these „two kids“ with
guns that, when you shoot them, „reach
through six kids each“ you have 12 dead kids. And as we all know, during
the Columbine massacre died 12 kids (and one adult).
By the way, Eminem needed two months to write his whole verse on this song while
Sticky Fingaz wrote his verse in one day.
I’m Back, 2000 0:30-0:41 I take seven [kids] from [Columbine] Stand ‘em all in line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9 A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
This is probably the most well known Columbine reference made by Eminem. This album came out one year after the massacre so it was still an sensitive subject. Therefore his label censored these two words (Kids and Columbine), even on the explicit version of the album. I don’t think I have to explain what exactly this lyric means, it’s pretty clear. In his book he states this:
I was getting shit about the Columbine reference on “I’m Back” and the
label was telling me that I wasn’t gonna be able to say it. My whole
thing was, what is the big fucking deal? That shit happens all the time.
Why is that topic so touchy as opposed to, say a four-year-old kid
drowning? Why isn’t that considered a huge tragedy? People die in the
city all the time. People get shot, people get stabbed, raped, mugged,
killed and all kinds of shit. What the fuck is the big deal with
Columbine that makes it separate from any other tragedy in America?”
In 2015 a 15 year-old boy was arrested. He posted these lyrics on Instagram and added “Cause I’m just like shady and just as crazy as the world was over that whole Y2K thing” The origiginal lyrics are “
‘Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy As the world was over this whole Y2K thing”
searched the boy’s home they found weaponry and eventually arrested him. He denied any knowledge of the weapons and said he didn’t post this text on Instagram.
White America, 2002 0:42-0:48 White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this
In this song it’s not only about the Lyrics but also about the music video. With “little Eric” he mentioned Eric Harris but it was also meant as an example for a typical white kid. He is from middle america because his name is in the middle of amERICa. The interesting part is, as I said, the video. Where you can see news of an school shooting during “I could be one of your kids” And during “little Eric looks just like this” youcan see one of those typical yearbook pictures and the house of the school shooter. The house looks a bit like the one the Harrises had.
When these lines get repeated you can see a boy full of (probably) blood stepping out of the map of america. On his shirt is written “I am Eric”.
Rap God, 2013 0:49-0:54 I’ll take seven kids from Columbine Put ‘em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
This was the first time we could hear the Columbine Line uncensored. Eminem didn’t rap all of the “I’m back” lines because he just wanted to “See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was” As you can hear, he got away with it.
Eminem is one of the few people who openly give their sympathy for the two shooters. He admitted to be interested in serial killers in this statement: “I did find myself watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers, I mean, I always had a thing for them. I’ve always been intrigued
by them and I found that watching movies about killers sparked
something in me.The way a serial killer’s mind works, just the
psychology of them is pretty fucking crazy. I was definitely inspired by
that, but most of the album’s imagery came from my own mind.”
But Marshall Mathers seems to have an very personal realationship with the whole Columbine Issue. He himself was bullied on a daily basis during his childhood, often for his race and for always being the new kid. When he was nine years old he got beaten up so bad he was in an coma for several days. I think he is one of the people who is trying to understand what Harris and Klebold were going through. But I think it is important to mention, that he is the living proof that even when your life is is shitty right now because of some people who have nothing in their life but to terrorize you, that you can still have a better life. And you beat them best when you keep on living.
“That Columbine shit is so fucking touchy. As much
sympathy as we give the Columbine shootings, nobody ever looked at it from the
fuckin’ point of view of the kids who were bullied—I mean, they took their own
fucking life! And it was because they were pushed so far to the fucking edge
that they were fucking so mad. I’ve been that mad.”
hc that eventually when Lena and Kara are dating, the ‘its because im a luthor isnt it?’ thing becomes their little joke, and ten years on in the future, when they have almost forgotten about the joke and they’re out the front watching their daughter play with Alex, With Alex holding a ball out of reach of the little kid and the kid just bursts out,
“IS IT BECAUSE IM A LUTHOR?”
Lena looses her shit and Kara has to fly to australia and back to calm down.
Sorry for bastardising your beautiful art, Blizzard. Reach for the sky, kids, the sheriff’s back in town! He’s got a snake in his boot and a beautiful Bo Peep in his sights. I’d also like to do Roadhog as Hamm (and Mercy as legit Bo Peep…though Hanzo’s pretty cute).
Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t)
So, I’m obsessed with the whole idea that Peter is Tony’s unofficial son and it’s only supported by Tony’s appearance in Spider-Man Homecoming, so I came up with this series, which is in the works and also posted on my AO3 account. If you like it or have any suggestions as to where I should take this, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Also, forgive any spelling errors or mistakes, I finished this at three in the morning one night and I was too lazy to go back and fix them. Enjoy!
Tony swore when he was twelve years old that he would never be a father. He remembered that moment clearly, like it had just happened a day ago, not well over thirty years ago. He was in his room, his father still screaming in a drunken rage at his mother over something Tony did, his anger and disappointment following Tony down the hallway of their New York penthouse apartment. He remembered sitting on the cold tile floor of his room, head rest against the heavy wooden door that was doing nothing to muffle his father’s harsh words.
His father was angry, Tony had gotten kicked out of his third private school on the East Coast, the letter expulsion still clutched in his father’s harsh grasp. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen his father this furious before and Tony knew that the only thing that saved him from taking a glass full of scotch to the face was his mother’s presence in the room. Maria Stark might’ve been docile about a lot of things, but Howard taking his rage out on Tony physically, that would never fly in this house hold.
Tears of anger and embarrassment welled in Tony’s eyes and he wiped them away furiously, refusing to waste anymore energy on that man that he was forced to acknowledge as his father. No matter what Tony did, it was never enough to please Howard Stark. He made his first prototype of an arch reactor at the age of six, Howard wanted it by age five. Tony skipped three grades, Howard wanted him to skip four. Tony, despite his age, was offered a spot at MIT and if Howard had it his way? He would’ve been there a year ago. No matter how much Tony achieved, how many goals he surpassed, he always came up short in Howard’s eyes. Being the constant source of Howard’s disappointment and ire made Tony wonder if he would ever succeed in his father’s eyes, if his dad would ever clap him on the back and say “I’m proud of you, son.”
He wondered, some nights, when he’d lie awake in his too big bed in his too big room in his too big house, if his father had ever wanted children, had wanted Tony.
The thought crossed his mid countless of times, until it latched onto his cerebral cortex and sat there, like the worst form of cancer that had no possible cure.
And while Tony sat there, head resting tiredly against the warm wood, Howard’s voice still echoing down the long hallway, that cancer spread until it proved fatal.
He never wanted his children to feel like this.
A complete and utter failure.
Tony was self-aware enough to know that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, that human nature was a pattern and patterns were destined to repeat themselves, without fail. Anger and rage and disappointment were the only form of affection Tony was used to getting to his father. His father was a cold man, always keeping Tony at a distance that no matter how hard he tried, Tony could never quite breach.
And Tony knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would always end up like his father.
Peter Parker came into his life unexpectedly and despite popular opinion, unplanned. He’d been keep tabs on the Spider-Kid since the kid popped up on his radar a few months ago, clad in that god awful homemade leotard/hoodie contraption and flying around Queens on his webs with all the grace of a child learning to walk for the first time. Tony never planned to actually meet the kid behind the mask or reaching out to the flying kid in his homemade costume, but when the Avengers disbanded and the only family Tony had ever known was decreasing in numbers, he needed back up.
Looking back, his intentions were purely selfish and it shamed him to admit, when he dropped the kid back off in his sketchy neighborhood in Queens with the new suit he’d made him, he never had any intention of keeping in contact with the kid.
To absolve himself from the guilt, he appointed Happy as his chaperone and threw himself into creating new legs for Rhodey, another way to attempting to soothe ache of guilt that had settled along with the shrapnel, in his battered heart.
He underestimated Peter, who was pushy and persistent and finally, after three months, Happy threw his phone at Tony and told him to call the kid. That night, Tony, with a glass of scotch in hand, filtered through the hundreds of voicemails Peter had left Happy—anecdotes of his daily patrols, everything from helping old ladies cross the street, stopping bike thieves to getting cats out of trees. Each story was told with excruciating detail, in that excited ramble the kid got whenever he was particularly enthused about something and warmth settled around Tony’s heart, fond amusement making his lips curl into his first genuine smile in months.
It took Tony another week to reach out to the kid, but he did and that’s how he found himself, in one of his more flashier cars, sitting outside of Peter’s school. He ignored the gawking, the stunned stares and the whispers of the students filtering out of the school, his eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on a familiar head of messy hair.
Peter was talking excitedly to the chubby, dark haired Asian kid by his side, who was nodding along to everything Peter said with a look of pure wonder on his face and Tony wondered briefly if his little friend knew that his BFF moonlighted as a super-hero in spandex at night.
Another kid appeared by Peter’s side and Tony watched as Peter visibly tensed and tried to skirt around the kid, but the kid threw a hand out and stopped Peter in his tracks.
The cocky grin that appeared on the kid’s face was all too familiar to Tony and before he could even second guess himself, he was out of his car and walking towards the three boys, ignoring the murmurs coming from the crowd.
“—when are you gonna stop lying about your internship with Tony Stark, Penis Parker? There’s no way someone like Tony Stark would ever take on a charity case like you—“
Peter looked up when he heard the murmuring crowd fall to a hush and his gaze landed on Tony.The amount of surprise in the kid’s features made Tony’s gut clench that in no way had to do with the greasy cheeseburger he ate on the way over here.
“M-Mr. Stark, what, uh, what are you doing here?” Peter stammered, flicking his gaze back to would be bully in front of him.
“Yeah, Parker, like I’m gonna fall for that—“
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Tony interrupted, smirking in satisfaction when the kid that was giving Peter a hard time, froze, turning his disbelieving eyes on to Tony.
“Y-You-You’re Tony Stark.” He said faintly, his voice shaking.
Tony smirked, “Astute observation and you are?”
The kid gulped, his adams apple bobbing harshly, “F-Flash Thompson.”
“Makes sense,” Tony said with a nod of his head, looking the kid up and down, “I’d bully someone too, if my parents named me after the lamest superhero to ever grace the pages of a comic book, overcompensation and all that,” Tony said thoughtfully, “especially with your perceived fixation on the male genitalia. Tell me, did it take you a while to come up with something that juvenile or did you have someone equally as childish think it up for you? Because I would think someone with—and I’m assuming here, so correct me if my deductive reasoning skills are off—a high level of intelligence would come up with something a little bit more creative than ‘Penis Parker’.”
By the time Tony was done, the crowd around him was snickering and the kid in front of him looked like he wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole, if such things were possible.
Tony smiled, but there was nothing nice about, “Now, if I ever catch wind of you so much as looking in Peter’s direction again and trust me, kid, I’ve got my ways, I have no issue siccing my AI on all your school records and wreaking havoc on your future plans for any Ivy League schools, you reading me kid?”
Flash nodded so vigorously he resembled a bobble head, “Y-Yes, Sir.”
Tony smiled, this one much more kind than the last, “Good, I’m glad we could reach an understanding, now running along so I can talk to my intern here without your sorry excuse for cologne clouding my senses, seriously kid less is more.”
Flash tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and pushed through the crowd of people that were now openly laughing, losing interest in Tony in favor of chasing after Flash to mock him.
Tony shouldn’t feel as proud as he did, but he knew what it was like to be bullied and he’d be damned if his kid—ahem, someone like Peter had to deal with someone as childish as Flash Thompson every day and it was within his power to do something about it. Like kid didn’t already have enough to deal with as it was.
He turned back to see a dumbfounded Peter and his equally as flabbergasted friend.
“That was—” Peter began, but seemed to be at a loss for words, shaking his head in disbelief.
His friend, however, didn’t seem to have that particular problem.
“—AWESOME!” His friend said excitedly, “oh man did you see Flash’s face? Dude, this is greatest thing to ever happen to me. Tony Stark just verbally assaulted Flash, Jesus dude, how is this your life? If you ever want to trade, even if it’s just for a day, I’m totally down—“
“Ned.” Peter muttered, elbowing him roughly, giving a rough jerk of his head in Tony’s direction. He flicked his apologetic gaze over to Tony, who simply rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Ned followed his gaze and flushed, “Right, sorry.”
Peter closed his eyes for a moment and Tony could see the kid physically trying to fight off his embarrassment and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Peter’s eyes snapped open at the sound and the surprise and confusion from earlier was back, “Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? At my school? Is everything okay? Is there a—“ Peter glanced around in a sad attempt at nonchalance and lowered his voice to an equally as sad attempt at a whisper, “—mission?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was making Tony wonder if the kid had a weird twitch he’d never noticed before.
Tony glanced over at Ned quickly, going back to his original curiosity of how much the kid actually knew about his arachnid friend here, but Ned seemed to catch on to Tony’s unasked question.
“Don’t worry Mr. Stark, sir, I’m Peter’s Guy In The Chair.” Ned answered helpfully, giving him a bright smile.
Tony glanced back over at Peter with a raised eyebrow, who simply muttered “dude” in an exasperated tone, shaking his head before returning his attention to Tony, “Ned knows.”
“Oh, well, in that case, no, there is no…mission,” Tony said in a mock whisper, making Peter flush, “I’m working on a new Iron Man suit and I need to pick your brain for some ideas on upgrades, figured I’d swing by and pick you up from school today.”
Peter’s eyes widened and Ned seemed torn between fainting or peeing himself from excitement.
“You get to touch the Iron Man suit?!” He squeaked, turning his wide-eyed gaze over to Peter, who only gave Ned a look, who bit his lip sheepishly, but looked like he was ready to explode from the level of his enthusiasm.
Peter ignored him, “I was supposed to help Ned finish the lego Death Star today, we were supposed to do it yesterday, but I uh, kinda got caught up on patrol.” Peter gave Tony a guilty shrug of his shoulders.
“So let me get this straight,” Tony said slowly, “you’re turning down quality time in my personal lab to build a lego Death Star with Ned over here?”
Peter’s eyes had lit up at the mentions of Tony’s lab, but with quick glance at a wide eyed Ned, who seemed to be stuck on the fact that Tony Stark said his name, his excitement dimmed. But Peter was loyal, almost to a fault, and nodded resolutely.
Tony, seemingly at a loss for words, just stood there, shellshocked at being told no, by a fifteen year old kid at that. A small part of Tony, the one that was actually looking forward to hanging out with the kid, was slightly hurt at the rejection.
Ned, who’d been watching the entire scene with wide eyes, was more observant than he looked and seemed to sense Peter’s indecision and Tony’s disappointment, because he gave his friend a bright smile, “Dude, we can finish the Death Star anytime and besides, my mom wanted me home tonight to help her with something, so I’m booked, raincheck?” He offered.
Peter glanced at Ned then at Tony and then back to Ned, “Um, sure Ned, no problem.”
Ned gave him a smile and then turning his attention back to Tony, his friendly smiled turned a bit more to the manic grin that most people wore in Tony’s presence, “It was really nice to meet you Mr. Stark.”
He offered Peter a fist bump, who returned it, before he started walking down the side walk, towards, what Tony assumed, was home.
Turning his attention back to the kid, he gave him a smile, “Good good, now we should probably be on our way if we want to avoid traffic. Now, as far as suit upgrades go, I was thinking of up-ing the suit’s repulsers a bit—hey, kid, you coming?” Tony asked from his position on the driver’s side, raising an eyebrow at Peter, who was still standing on the side walk. Tony followed his gaze and saw Ned still making his way down the sidewalk and chancing a glance back at Peter, who was still watching him with big, guilty eyes, he sighed.
The things I do for you, kid, Tony thought to himself.
“Hey, Ned,” Tony shouted, making the kid pause and turn around, looking to Peter, who was watching Tony with the beginnings of a smile, then back to Tony curiously, “would you like to join us? There’s plenty of room in the lab for three people.”
Even from a few yards away, Tony could see the kid’s eyes widen in surprise before he hustled his way back to an equally excited Peter, who shot him a grateful look.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” He said quietly, giving him a bright smile.
And Tony couldn’t help but smile back, “You’re welcome, kiddo,” eyeing a panting Ned warily, “make sure he doesn’t do anything…weird, okay? I don’t mind opening my lab to him but there was something in his eyes when I was talking about the Iron Man suit that made me decidedly uncomfortable.”
Peter gave a breathy laugh, “Don’t worry, Mr. Stark, Ned’s cool.”
Ned, who had come to a slightly sweaty stop in from them, looked up at Tony with wide eyes, “Can I try on the Iron Man helmet?”
Tony spent the majority of their time in lab just watching Peter and Ned run around like kids in a candy store—picking things up, playing with the robots—DUM-E taking a special liking to Peter, who, Tony was pleased to see, treated him like a human, thanking him when he brought them water from the stocked fridge and smiling when DUM-E beeped happily in return—and played with all the gadgets laying around.
Tony, albeit wearily, let them try on one of the Iron Man helmets from one of his earlier models and explained to them how the suit worked, both of them hanging on to his every word. He showed them the blue prints for his newest model, listening to their suggestions and even writing a few them down to look into later.
Ned, Tony found out, was rather intelligent with computers. He gave him one of his old security systems and watched with genuine interest as the kid hacked into the the files with ease and recoded the entire system in a matter of minutes.
When Tony looked it over, he let out a grunt of an approval, “Nice work, kid.”
Ned all but fainted at Tony’s praise.
The hours slipped by and F.R.I.D.A.Y. being the helpful AI that she is, had ordered pizzas without Tony even having to ask and had them sent to the kitchen, alerting them when they had arrived. Tony led them up to the kitchen, watching with thinly veiled amusement as they both took in every new surrounding with the same amount of interest they had shown in the lab.
Tony continued to observe them as they tore into the pizza like they hadn’t eaten in days and taking a quick glance at the clock, he realized with a flash of guilt, that they had been down in the lab for over four hours and the last time they had probably eaten something would’ve been well over seven or eight hours ago.
It was nice, Tony deiced, listening to their mindless chatter and what was especially nice, was seeing how at ease Peter was with his friend, looking like a true fifteen year old with his friend over to his house on a school night, like he didn’t have super powers, like he didn’t dress up in tight spandex and web his way through Queens and fight crime at night while trying to balance a normal life.
The thought nagged at Tony for the rest of dinner and as he rode silently with them in the backseat while Happy drove them all to Ned’s apartment first, who still looked like he couldn’t believe today was real, thanking Tony breathlessly for the best day of his life and telling Peter he’d see him tomorrow at school.
Peter watched his friend with a small, amused smile and when they got to Peter’s apartment building, Tony glanced over at the kid, the smile still had yet to leave his face.
“Alright kid, this is your stop,” Tony said, making a move to undo his seatbelt, but the kid’s hesitant voice made him pause.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter said softly, clearing his throat, “I uh, just wanted to thank you, you know for well, everything,” the kid breathed, smiling up at him so sincerely that it made Tony’s chest ache in the best sort of way, “today was amazing and I really appreciate you inviting Ned along with us, he really looks up to you, you know? And I haven’t really been able to spend much time with him since, y’know, the whole Spider-Man thing.”
The kid paused before continuing on in a softer voice, “And about Flash, I really, really don’t know how to thank you for that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed, “it’s kind of funny, in a way, I’m a sort of super-hero and I can’t even stand up to a bully—“
Tony’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the kid’s self-deprecation, “Look, kid, I’m no stranger to bullies,” he began, sighing heavily, “I had my fair share of them when I was in school and even in college. I learned that while you may no be able to physically fight someone, you can always fight them with words and sometimes, words can hurt more than your fists. All I did was give that Flash kid a taste of his own medicine and hopefully, got him off your case.”
Peter was silent for a moment, considering Tony’s words before giving him another appreciative smile, “I don’t think Flash will be messing with me anytime soon, but still, thank you,” Peter’s smile turned shy, “you’re the first adult, other than May, to stand up for me and I really appreciate it, so thank you, Mr. Stark.”
“Call me Tony,” Tony offered after a beat of silence, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
Whatever he was trying to say, the kid got, because he smiled brightly and Tony, suddenly feeling awkward at the unusual sentimental moment, busied himself with unbuckling his seatbelt, ignoring the warmth in his chest.
He reached around the kid to open the door for him and Peter, rather than getting out, just like last time, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Tony, thinking he was hugging him
“This um, wasn’t a hug,” Tony began awkwardly, “I’m just getting the door for you.”
However, before the kid could pull away, Tony wrapped his arms around him and gave him a quick, but firm squeeze.
Peter gave him another smile before wishing Tony and Happy a goodnight, getting out of the car and making his way up towards his apartment. Tony debated on his next move, mulling it over quickly and before the kid could get too far, he found himself making a snap decision and rolling down he window.
“Hey, Underoos,” Tony started, slightly unsure when the kid turned around and looked at Tony with hopeful eyes.
“Same time, same place tomorrow?” He said after a moment of silence, the kid’s answering grin melting away any self doubt before it could begin.
“Sure Mr.Stark—Tony,” Peter stuttered excitedly, “sounds great!”
Tony watched the kid go with a satisfied smiled, so caught up in his happy little pseudo-family moment that he almost didn’t hear his phone ring.
Not even bothering to glance at the caller I.D., he answered it with a smooth, “Stark.”
“Tony?! What the hell we’re you thinking going to a school and threatening a minor, A MINOR—“
Imo the split attraction model is ultimately useless and homophobic when you can still just say that youre lgb in any situation and will be regarded exactly the same in society with 100% less confusion.
The confusion is an issue when it reaches little kids. Everyday I see more 13-16 year olds here, lgb kids, saying “I identify as ace because I don’t want sexual relationships” when that’s not called being ace! its just called being a child who shouldn’t be worried about lgb terms sounding too sexual to use in the first place!! When straight kids say they’re straight, everyone knows not to infer that theyre searching for a sexual relationship. The same goes for lgb kids.
That’s how unless you are asexual-aromantic, using ‘(blank)sexual-(blank)romantic’ evokes a sense of weird hypersexuality into gay terms and messes up things even more for kids who are just starting to figure out something that’s already very confusing and scary enough.
You want a gf/bf someday but don’t really wanna have sex unless you know them? Bi/pan. Are you a girl who feels like you’re unable to form real romantic relationships, but really like sex with girls? Lesbian. You a girl who really like girls but don’t get turned on at the sight of them? Lesbian. You a guy who loves guys, and probably doesn’t ever want to have sex? Gay. If you’re cis and only interested in sex/relationships with only the opposite gender, you are straight. You are a cis het. There’s nothing more to it.
That’s it!! That’s literally all anyone who isn’t currently your partner/s has to know about your relationship to people. Your relationship to sex and how exactly you do or do not experience sex is a discussion that literally everyone should be having with the person/persons whom of which they are currently seeing or planning upon seeing.