You know what I think about a lot? Tony Stark reeling in the
wake of Civil War, going on 72-hour work benders, trying to clean up everyone’s
mess and whip the Sokovia Accords into shape and rebuild the decimated team and
figure out how he can build Rhodey a new spine and forget about a metal hand
squeezing the life out of his mother, and when Happy reports back to him about Peter
he hates himself a little for holding the kid at arm’s length, but everyone who’s
in his orbit eventually ends up getting hurt and it’s better for everyone if he
keeps his distance, but that doesn’t mean he’s not keeping tabs on the kid and
sometimes at 4.30 in the morning when stress and anxiety and too much coffee
won’t let him sleep he sits in his office and listens to Peter’s inane voicemail messages and can’t stop the helpless smile from tugging on his lips as he learns about a
kind old lady buying the kid a churro and for a moment he feels a little less
alone and broken.
How to adult on a budget for the lazy and new adulting people (by a not-so-adulty-adult)
learn how to cut your own hair. If it’s something easy like an undercut or just trimming your ends every month, you’ll look clean and put together without shelling out $20 every month. (my hair cutting stuff cost like $20 total)
if you have to go to a laundromat, make your own detergent. Or just in general. It’s about $15 for everything you’ll need and it’ll make you a solid 6-10 batches depending on how many soap bars you get. 1 bar ivory soap or fels-naptha (ivory works just fine tbh. Cheaper and easier to find) Grate that shit. 1 cup borax and 1 cup washing powder. Mix that shit. 1 tablespoon in the wash. Boom. Add essential oils if you so choose.
On the topic of laundry, throw all your clothes in the same load. Use the cold-cold setting and you can put those red shirts in with your whites with no bleeding whatsoever. (read those tags tho. unless it needs special care, most shirts/pants/socks/underwear can all be thrown together)
When money is tight for food, rice, 2 pounds of chicken, some kind of stock or bouillon cubes, and frozen veggies make about 2-3 different meals.
Keep a few bouillon cubes handy tbh. Cook rice in it. Make soup. They’re so much cheaper than stock itself.
Coconut oil for everything from actual oil to chapstick to cracked skin.
Baby powder makes a fairly good dry shampoo. Put it on your roots, scrub around, brush out. Boom.
Make scripts for all phone calls you ever have to make to make them go smoother. (bills, doctors, work, etc)
Fill 1 side of the sink with water to do your dishes and then rinse with the smallest amount of water possible so you dont end up using a lot of water.
Gasbuddy.com helps you find the cheapest gas near you!
Aldi has great cheap groceries
If you live alone or with 1 roommate, you don’t really need more than 12 megabyte internet speed. By yourself? Don’t get more than 6 tbh. You won’t need it.
Freeze all meats and veggies! Let’s be honest. You wont be eating carrots every day or that ground beef often enough for it to not go bad, Throw it in the freezer.
Dollar store cleaning supplies save the world. Everything there besides liquid soap is basically just as good. (glass cleaner, bleach, magic erasers, so on and so forth)
Dollar stores in general. Most things there will do in a pinch. (earbuds and most electronic/battery powered things are a no-no however)
Nail polish remover gets hair dye stains. Hydrogen peroxide gets up blood. Milk for ink. Chalk for oil.
Once you finish using a pot or pan, put hot water in it until you’re ready to clean it. Stuff will just wipe off.
Guys, a thought: because Peter’s senses have been “dialed to eleven,” as a result of the bite, does that mean he feels pain more accutely than before, too? Are things more sharp and intense?
And then along those same lines: if he hears, sees, smells and tastes so much more, does that also mean his emotions resonate more deeply within him now, too? When he’s happy, is it more exuberant because he can experience it so much more intensely? He can actually feel a laugh vibrating his skin and igniting his heart. When he’s sad or angry, does he feel it down to his very bones? He can smell salty tears and taste venomous words. When he loves, is it with so much more of himself because he’s felt it more thoroughly than anyone else truly could? He can touch and feel the way affection beats and pulses against greedy fingertips and hungry hearts.
No one can tell me that Peter Benjamin Parker isn’t an emotional warrior. No one will be able to convince me that that boy doesn’t feel EVERYTHING deep inside of his soul, and that’s why he is the way he is. That’s why he cares so much. That’s why he beats himself down when he feels like he’s failed. Because it’s all there in ultra high definition for him to soak in and playback over and over again.
I adore the duality of Tony Stark. Not the secret identity thing, but this idea, one that you get to see more of in the comics than the films (though IM1 did this a lot): the idea that there’s this aloof, cold businessman who puts on perfectly-tailored suits and snarks his way through a room and destroys opponents without a thought using an offhand quip, and resorts to pragmatism when nobody else will, and wears his playboy persona on his sleeve, and knows all the easiest ways to blow up a person or a world, and has a bit of a god complex, and used to be called the Merchant of Death -
- but he’s also the guy who wanders around like a zombie before the first coffee of the day, and works with his hands, and spends his time with mad-scientist hair and wearing scruffy vests covered in oil because he got caught up in his hard work and his passion for creation. He’s the guy who will do anything for his friends and makes silly jokes over breakfast and wholeheartedly, dorkily loves the Avengers, from the concept of it to the people in it. He falls hard for the people he loves, and is incredibly lonely. He’s the guy who goes to orphanages and holds babies when he can’t sleep, and adores kids. He’s the guy who cries easily, never thinks he’s doing enough, struggles with alcoholism and chronic illnesses, and desperately doesn’t want to be his father, no matter how much the media pins the opposite on him. He loves the world and the people in it, even when he kind of hates them, and is constantly working to make things better. He remembers his employees’ names and asks after their families. He tries to see the good in people and goes for rehabilitative over punitive justice wherever possible, even when it comes to villains who have actively tried to kill him. He’s known for how much he cares, exhaustingly, about everything. He’s the man who honestly has a good heart and is constantly trying to reach out, and often gets laughed at for his idealism. He’s a man who’s so often in pain, but tries to use it to improve the world rather than letting it destroy him.
Sure, I like his ruthlessness and some of his coolness, but I also love the guy who unironically adores classic Star Trek and makes absentminded Dune and Arthurian references and thinks equations are cool; who makes mental notes of his friends’ favourite breakfasts and takes young heroes under his wing and is semi-jokingly horrified when one doesn’t have a file system. Who goes “but why does that do that?” and wants to take everything apart and fix it so it can help people, and honest to god believes in a better future.
(The movies are subtler about that side of him, but it’s still there. I mean, as a little thing, I’m always grateful they let RDJ put some of his own love of classic and sometimes silly rock into Tony Stark. Not just because I share that music taste, but I always like characters who are nerdy and wholehearted about at least something. But the bigger stuff, too: the between-the-lines moments: the naming his bots, the “here, have my whole R&D lab/my company/my home/my heart if you want it, why do you look so surprised?” That’s all straight from the comics. It’s just done slightly more snarkily and with a slightly shorter, brown-eyed Tony rather than a tall, blue-eyed one.)
Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now
The difference between Iron Man and some other movies is that there’s no spider bite; there’s no magic bullet where a hero is born. We had to build him. We wanted people to remember that there’s a person inside that suit, and it will hurt if he falls
Don’t know where I read it but this shit hit me like a train.
I’m betting Tony regularly snags a pillow from the workshop-sofa to sit on the floor and chat with Dum-E and the other bots :) and don’t tell me he can’t understand them, he totally knows exactly what all those whirs and beeps and slight movements mean!!!