#Crash and burn

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 5

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit on the back porch, reading a book as you avoid the dingy tabacco laden walls inside. After claiming a couple slices of pizza, you quickly evacuated, your mom latched onto your guest like gum beneath a diner table. You're happy enough to be alone.

You just want it all done with. You want to be done with him.

Your mom just needs to do one thing. Get the trailer and be done with the man overdosing on his own ego. She's never been on to let things go, especially nothing like this.

The screen door opens and closes. You stay as you are.

“Your chariot awaits, princess,” Tony declares as he approaches. You look up as he stands behind you.

“What do you mean?” You close the book and stand, not liking how his pant leg touches your arm. You face him as his mouth slants, the silver in his goatee catching the dimming sunlight.

“Me. Gonna take you for another ride.” He rests his hand on the wooden railing as you stand on the step below.

“No,” you say bluntly. “I have work tomorrow so I need to go get ready for bed.”

“What’s the matter? If you don’t like pepperoni, you could’ve said something,” he tilts his head. "I thought you had extensive experience with meat... workong in a deli and all."

“Really? You know this isn’t about the pizza,” you sneer.

“I know what it’s about as well as you.” He steps closer and looks down at you. “It’s this.”

He swirls his finger between you.

You narrow your eyes and grimace. “This... what?”

“Sexual tension. It’s like a noose, isn’t it? I’m close to gagging.”

You glare back at him, “you really believe every woman on earth wants you?”

“I know it so let's stop fucking around just get to the fucking.” He winks.

You laugh. A snort then a scoff then a guffaw. “Wow, what a line. Look you can buy us pizza and replace what you owe us but I'm nor impressed. You city people think we're all just a bunch of trailer trash and maybe we are, doesn't mean we wanna be like you.”

“Oh, but you definitely want me,” he intones.

You sigh, “I want to go to my room and never see you again.”

“I like that. The hard-to-get thing always gets me going.” He gets closer and you lean away.

“The hard to stand thing doesn't do it for me,” you retort. “Thanks for doing the bare minimum but I'm over it. Either we get what you destroyed or you go back and laugh at your little mistake with your rich buddies.”

“You're sounding bitter, sweetheart. Why don't you let me give you some sugar?” He reaches for you and you dodge his hand.

“Please, quit that. I told you, I am not into it.”

“You aren't? Well your mom sure is. Yeah, we made quite the deal. She's going to get her trailer and an empty nest.” He puts his hands out in nonchalance, “what can I say? I'm a great negotiator.”

“What–”

“Well, I mean you're not going anywhere here. Working at a deli and for what? I told her, you don't gotta be stuck here. Eating off her table, living under her roof. You're an adult.” He crosses his arms and smirks.

Yep, that sounds like your mom. She's reminded you a billion times how you've burdened her with your existence, just as your grandmother does to her. And he plucked on that string until he hit a harmony.

“What did you do?” You ask.

“You make it sound like I did something wrong. Sweetheart, I'm doing you a favour. I'm getting you out of this pit. A girl like you, you can't hope for better because I'll tell you something, there's nothing out there better than Tony Stark.”

He preens in victory. You squint and clap the book against your leg.

“Come on, everyone should see New York at least once,” he tries to tap your nose and you evade him, but not entirely. Instead, he hits your chest and you feel a sudden constriction across it.

Your ripped up by your chest as metal expands and twists around your torso. You shriek as you fly upwards, encased in a cocoon the blocks out the wind. The propulsion of the suit has you disoriented and rattling.

You hear a whir and look over to see the marquee red and gold of the iconic Iron Man. Tony grabs you, your gauntlet caught against his like a magnet, and he zooms off onto sky, dragging you with him. You cry out as you can do nothing but flail.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he voice comes through the speakers built into the helmet, “you don't wanna pass out in this thing. Trust me.”

“What the hellllllll!” You holler.

“Just wait till you see that New York skyline,” he chortles.

Your disbelief paralyses you. How can he do this? Well, you can't stop him. He's been enabled his whole life and you've just become another pawn to his games.

[markofcastiel]

The fact we celebrate November 5th just proves all Destiel fans are masochists

[mtvscreengrabs]

Hole - Malibu (1998)

[amy-rose-warrior]

There was an idea for the "tails and infinite are trapped in the phantom ruby au" where shadow showed up eventually that I ended up scrapping. Wanted to draw it still tho

[autolykiss]

Crash and Burn

Bill Moseley as Quinn

[bloodybobbysawyer]

That is all.

[macabremadnesss]

Love this guy more than anyone else

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

dashcon

I’m an so happily and blissfully ignorant of a lot of the bs that goes on. I just learned about Dashcon and 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I love tumblr and the idea of us all physically together in one place is 😂😂😂😂

Now we’ve had Fyre fest, the wonka experience, and now bridgerton ball. I date back to Star Trek conventions in nyc at the now defunct Stadler Hilton near Madison square garden. Late 70s.

you pay your $7 at the door and watch Star Trek eps, and maybe see a presentation or two. Ah the good old days when 40,000 fans didn’t show up, and the normies poked at us with sticks and laughed.

creation con was the company that and they sucked. Schedules were more like suggestions. But there really were gatherings, they really had guests (like George taikai and Adric from Doctor who). And we had a great time.

Hmm..maybe I can launch a liminal spaces convention. 🧐

[korraofthereef]

I am just a woman who cares how America will never appreciate a woman in power and what she could offer.

I am just a woman who is devastated to see social media pupils who support trump go and haze the Harris supports who actually put time, money, and education into what they believe in.

I am just a woman who can’t believe people care more about the “principle” of putting tampons in men’s bathroom than they do for their country’s wellbeing.

I am just a woman scared to take up future career opportunities in fear of being rejected because society realizes I have valid and legitimate views and ideas, but they only focus on one particular detail they don’t enjoy because it’s popular to discriminate.

I am just a woman who sees the adults of America are just as childish as the newer generations because they find embarrassment in not fitting in with their own generations opinions.

I am just a woman who has only been to America a handful of times, is not a citizen, and is hardly affected by the actions of their president yet I am still so disappointed and sorry for the people of that country.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Scandal (TV Series) S1/E5 ’Crash and Burn’ (2012) - Madison Mason

Normally I like bigger guys, but he has a face that I'd like to see on my cock.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 6

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You land on your back. The constant wind tunnel has left you dizzy and buzzing. Your body feels hollow as you lay vibrating on the ground—floor? 

The helmet retracts from your head and the rest of the suit collapses. You’re left panting at the ceiling as Tony casually strolls around you. He chuckles as he stands above your head and bends to look down at you. 

“You good, sweetheart?” He taunts. 

You growl and sit up furiously. You’re nearly bowled over as the effort swims in your head but you resist the spin of the walls. You stand and grip your skull, blinking as you try to clear away the vertigo.  

The large window panel slowly slides itself back into place. On the other side, a view of the dimming city skyline twinkles back at you. You keep space between you and Tony as you take in the strange place. Leather, acrylic, dark wood. It’s a tapestry of luxury that puts your own existence to shame, even before he blew it shrapnel. 

“Why did you bring me here?” You hiss. 

“Long flight, huh? Bit of turbulence,” he shrugs off his jacket and struts across the room. “I could use a drink. How about you?” 

“I want to go home--” 

“Sweetheart, we went over this. Your mom lost her home and I replaced that. You weren’t part of the conversation.” He steps around the bar and folds his blazer over the end. He sidles along and grabs a full-bellied decanter of liquor from beneath. “I didn’t think it was very motherly of her but I guess you didn’t contribute much.” 

“I paid her rent. Half—it doesn’t matter. That’s not your business.” You storm across the room, larger on its own than the breadth of the trailer he destroyed. “It’s for me and my mother to sort out. Take me home.” 

“Again,” he grimaces, but it’s almost sarcastic, and he clinks down two empty tumblers. “What home?” 

You scoff then snarl, then step back and frown. You drop your head as you grip your hips. You need to call your mom—but you don’t have your phone. You have nothing. Everything you ever had was in the trailer and the only thing you saved was left behind. No wallet, no phone, nothing to get yourself out of here. 

“You can’t do this? Is this what you do? You just want something and take it? Demand it? I’m a person. You can’t just steal me--” 

“I didn’t steal you,” he pours the whiskey. “I made a fair deal.” He nudges a glass towards you and smirks. “Have a drink, it’ll help. I get it, backwoods girl in the city, it’s scary. You gotta adjust--” 

You take the glass and hurl the whiskey in his face. The liquid splashes down his shirt and tie and soaks his hair. You slam the tumbler down and sneer. “Why are you doing this to me?” 

He’s silent as he turns and grabs a fabric napkin. He unfolds it, calmly, and wipes his face. He dabs the fabric of his shirt and looks at you. His nose flares. 

“Post has been removed. Reported for misinformation, so, I don’t need you to go in and hit that magic button. Oh, but I do have my team cleaning up your social media. Just in case you have something nasty buried in that bodunk past.” He says. 

“What? I don’t-- why? Over a post? The truth? So why waste your energy? On me? What—if the post is down--” 

“Sweetheart, I can’t lie. The post led me to you but it didn’t keep me around. That was you. You’re... fun? Interesting?” He narrows his eyes as his cheek dimples, “hard to say but you do get my motor running so I went with the mood. Or how is it you younger folk say, the vibe.” 

It takes all your restraint not to roll your eyes. You cross your arms and glare back at him defiantly. 

“Bullshit. You’re Tony Stark. Everyone, even some smalltown rat like me, knows who you are. You got them lined down the block so I’d rather not join the queue--” You sniff. 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. The playboy thing plays well among the male demographic, twenty to forty-five. The young ones want to make it big and get the pussy, the old ones are married and wished they’d done it all different. Their dicks stop working with all that stress and their wives are too busy to even try to wake it up so--” 

“Ew. You’re disgusting.” 

“Hey, I do well with your demographic too. I mean, the ladies don’t line up for nothing,” he snickers. “And what do you know, you got a VIP pass.” 

He raises his glass and drinks. The slurping sound further agitates you. You clamp your lips shut and turn to look around. You take it all in. You feel out of place. Not just knowing you’re as far from home as you’ve ever been, but the decor alone. You slept on a dining table that converted to a bed for the best of the decade. You’re not exactly from the high-life. 

You retreat back to the window and gaze out at the New York silhouette. Your stomach boils and your vision blurs. You hate that he can just do this. That you have no way to stop him.  

Worse than everything else, your mom did this. You don’t what he told her, if he prettied up his intent, but it doesn’t matter. Your mom had always been so eager to get rid of you. She dated a guy once and when they split, he tried to ask you out. She actually encouraged him. You should’ve seen this coming. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tony steps up next to you, the smell of alcohol roiling off of him. “It’ll make me tolerable. That and the sex.” He slaps your ass and you squeak, instinctively shoving him away. “I’m telling you, have some whiskey, it’ll loosen you up.” He offers a new glass of the dark liquor. “Nurse it, don’t down it all at once. I want you to think. Have I asked for permission so far? Am I going to start?” 

You stare at him. Your breath is trapped in your chest. His meaning is clear. You couldn’t stop him before and you won’t stop him now. You take the liquor and turn back to the window. It might at least dull your emotions. You don’t want to feel any of this. 

[blueiscoool]

Crash and Burn

The Ukrainian Army has shot down a Su-34 fighter-bomber.

Within 7 days, 5 Su-34's and 2 Su-35's have been shot down!

According to reports, Ukraine brought a patriot battery closer to Avdiivka as it is a 'target-rich environment'.

[aureutr]

need you to know that i very consistently forget crash and burn isn't canon bc it's just So Good (it actually lives rent free in my head 24/7 STILL)

Thank you so much! I can't believe people are still enjoying it, I have this reaction every time someone says something nice 👆

I love these boys so, so much. I kind of knew that s3 wouldn't be what I hoped for (not that I knew what it would be, just that I couldn't see them resolving the s2 finale story beats satisfactorily), so my goal with C&B was to make an s3 for meeeee

Touched to hear it was that for you, too!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: There had been no Seeing Stone on Tython that Grogu could use to call for a Jedi. They had survived Gideon's light cruiser mostly by luck. And now Din Djarin is trapped between trying to resume his old life with Grogu in tow or facing what wielding the Darksaber truly means for him and his people. Mostly he just wants a nap. Luke Skywalker is looking for Jedi artifacts he can use to help build a curriculum for the school he seeks to create. Not that he knows where it will be. Or how to find pupils. But then he runs into a shiny stranger whose beskar armor makes him a null space in the Force. And he doesn't know who Luke is. Intrigued (and in need of parts to repair his ship), he Skywalkers his way into tagging along on the latest bounty. They just might change each other. And everything else.

Author: @aureutr

Note from submitter: incredible incredible incredible canon divergence of Din trying to find his own way in the world attempting to not be a main character and Luke 'mr star wars' Skywalker making that quite difficult. also dives into luke's chronic pain which is something that i really appreciate

[space-sakura]

🫣Umm... I don't know what to type😭

[nickngreg]