#college!iron man

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pick Me 1

Warnings: this is a dark fic which may contain noncon, violence, and other dark elements. Please keep in mind that all events and characters are fictional. Be mindful of the content you consume and pay heed to the warnings given.

Character: Tony Stark

This is a sister series to One

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You sit in the front row, like you do in every lecture. Just like you’re top of the class in every course. You don’t miss a class or a reading or a due date. Unlike the rest of your peers, you’re not here for the party life, you are here for an education’; for a future.

As your fellow pupils type their notes on their laptops, if they’re even bothering too, you’re writing each word by hand. You listen intently, eyes stuck to Professor Stark as he speaks with his hands, curling his fingers to emphasize his points. His voice carries effortlessly around the airy space, echoing in your ears.

You watch him just as rapaciously as you cling to his every word. His dark hair is laced with gray and his handsome features are lined perfectly with age. A man seasoned just right by the passage of time.

And he isn’t unaware of the effect he has, even on girls barely half his age, though there are few among his audience. Engineering tends to be inhospitable to the quote ‘fairer’ sex.

Yet his first-year physics is overcrowded with girls agog at his devilish smirk. It’s not lost on you how a wink could make one feel something or another. But you remind yourself that this is an academic setting and you shouldn’t be thinking of your professor in that light.

Besides, you’re not his type, are you?

You grimace as you pull your thoughts back to your slanted writing. Ugh, focus. You don’t need to watch Julie twirl her hair as she tries to snare Stark’s attention or notice how Lydia shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. These girls are there for an elective, but this is a core course. You can’t mess this up.

As the three-hour slot comes to an end, a sigh of relief ripples through the rows of students. Lap desks are folded down and laptops snapped shut. A chatter buzzes through the lecture hall but you take your time packing up.

You close your notebook and pull your messenger bag into your lap. Lydia stands, hooking her purse on her shoulder as she fixes her skirt deliberately. She’s brazen enough to spend the lecture beaming up at Dr. Stark without taking a single word down. He doesn’t even seem to mind as she takes obvious selfies and pouts out her lips. It’s like a game to her. Not everyone has a rich daddy to buy their degree.

Julie gives a moping look but is dragged off by her sole companion. You spoke to them once on the first day but quickly realised they are too vapid to stomach. You curl your lip as you glance over at the steady tide of fleeing students. 

Lydia takes her chance to approach the podium. She leans on it as Stark powers down the projector. You can’t hear her churlish whispers but he chuckles in return. As he looks at her, a gleam in his dark eyes, you stare. It’s like you don’t even exist.

She reaches to touch his sleeve and he leans in. His silty tone rolls through the silence but his words are indiscernible. You bite the inside of your lip. You’re right there. How could he want those dumb girls and their overglossed lips? You have a brain, you have substance.

Uh, but aren’t you just as stupid? Thinking about it at all. Wandering off in your mind when you should be studying? Spending those moments before your staggered sleep picturing Dr. Stark and his trimmed goatee, wondering if his silvered hair is as soft as it looks.

Pathetic. You sling your bag on your shoulder and march to the door. You grab the handle and pull it open, the hinges whining. You cringe and glance back. You’re a ghost, you are air, you are nothing to them. How can that be?

Neither of them notice you. They are close, so close. You could stay and watch them and they wouldn’t even know. Professor Stark shamelessly reaches to hook his finger down the front of Lydia’s shirt, given a tug as he leers at her cleavage. She giggles and you leave before your stomach turns.

You don’t want to be like Lydia. Or Julie. Or the countless other girls who’ve passed over his office desk. You don’t want to be another tick mark. You don’t know what you want. You just want that knot in your chest to come undone. It’s a distraction you don’t need.

You could never be jealous of those girls. With their short skirts and crackly trills. You could never fawn over a man with that dumb look on your face. You don’t want to simper to Dr. Stark, you want to have a discussion with him, to learn from him, to witness his genius. Those girls signed up because they needed to fill a box and because they knew his reputation. You sat on the waitlist for a month because you want to be the best so you need to learn from the best.

No, you are not like them.

Your fists ball so tight your nails jab into your palms and your jaw aches from gritting your teeth. It isn’t envy, it’s indignity. They don’t deserve to sit in those seats, they don’t deserve to take in his brilliance all the while it slips in one ear and leaks out the other. 

You just don’t get why he humours them. You don’t get how they are his type. They are empty. They are dull. You might not have the experience but you highly doubt they offer much more on their backs.

Well, you’ll be there next semester, in Physics II and they’ll be off to their arts classes, learning verbs and writing redundant papers on the meaning of the colour blue. He doesn’t see you now but he will. How could he not? You are not like the other girls.

[justlous-art]

university buckytony request for @ad1thi ♡

buy me a ko-fi and get a sketch!

[aes70]

I was extremely late to college so I did what any sane person would do, run…😔.

In the middle of the way and all I could imagine was Peter Parker running late to class and then an empty IronMan suit coming out of nowhere to take him to class. I mean just think about the reaction in the MIT campus. Seeing an IronMan suit landing outside your classroom and expecting to see Tony Stark coming out of it and instead it’s just your quiet classmate in Advanced Physics ll.

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #122

Peter is always reluctant to let Tony buy him things. It's a point that they argue about constantly (not in an angst way, but not in a joking way either). Every time Tony tries to spend money on him, Peter struggles to accept it and argues that it's too much. Especially when it's for something he just wants rather than needs.

One day, after trying and failing to get Peter to accept some gift, Tony finally gets him to see his side like this:

Tony: What if you had $100, and you saw someone who was hungry and you could just buy them a meal. Wouldn't you do it?

Peter: Well yeah, but-

Tony: What you had $1000 and your best friend Ted was cold and you could just buy him a coat. Even a $400 coat. It'd keep him warm every winter for years. Wouldn't you?

Peter: Yes-

Tony: If you had infinite money and you could just get May jewelry she wanted or just get MJ the art supplies she'd been saving for-

Peter: Okay, yes, I get it

Tony: Kid, you'd spend your last dollar on a stranger. I couldn't spend all of my money in a lifetime if I tried. And I've tried. If you had the kind of money I do, you'd be spending it on everyone you love, all the time. Can't you let me do the same?

[itscrazycasey]

Applying for a double major! Biology and Electrical Engineering. Am I becoming Tony Stark? Maybe! LMAO

[keljnap]

Support me on patreon and get access to exclusive content ♥

[cevans-is-classic]

Tony was definitely NOT cool when he was in high-school.

[hplonesomeart]

Wohoo animation update I guess wow cool fast paced camera pan stuff wowwww

[verothexeno]

I need to find good videos or some written stuff about the lore of Dragon Age, just to refresh my memory .... it's been ages since I last played Inquisition, and even more so for Origins and DA2. I don't even remember most of the choices I did throughout the games :')

I do remember some key points, but overall I'm so lost with the lore. Doesn't help that when I played those games, my English wasn't as good so I was mostly just going through the games on autopilot and giving zero fucks/not understanding about most of what was happening (oops...)

[nerdtothecoral]

Help!! I’m the owner of a marvel based college AU roleplay and we really could use some members! If anyone’s looking for a discord group to call home with an interesting spin on things, please hit me up!

[timaeuslover001]

Iron Man Headcanon #1

In college Tony got bullied just as much s he did in school. many due to jealousy of a 15 year old knowing more than them.

called "Tinker Bell" (no this sent a nod to disney) because he is always making sitting or "tinkering' and a play on the fact his father looked like Walt Disney lol

[longagoitwastuesday]

The curses want to do with Gojo what was done with Sukuna, and basically for the same reasons. The parallels between them keep increasing, further enhanced by the parallel between the structure of both worlds and povs

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

WIP Wednesday

Collab w/ @waitingondaisies !

As Tony arrived on the scene he noticed two things. Number one, the electric hellhounds were far more destructive than he’d anticipated. And number two, he wasn’t the only non-civilian in the area. Spider-man was already swinging around, attempting to sweet talk the robot dogs into behaving.

He flew up to the friendly neighborhood nuisance and flipped up his face plate. “Have a little trouble there, Spidey?” he asked. “Need a clicker? A whistle? A few bolts to toss out as treats?”

“Do you think that would work?” Spider-Man asked, his voice pitched upward in a juvenile combination of excitement and an annoying amount of optimism.

“Absolutely not,” Tony scoffed. He spotted a dog chewing through a lamp post and  proceeded to blast it to smithereens. He could hear Spidey make a wounded noise beside him and rolled his eyes.

“Dude! You don’t have to kill them!” Spider-Man shouted.  “It’s not their fault they’re evil! Blame the owner, not the dog!”

“They’re not real dogs!” Tony strained.

[antvnger]

((Yes!!))

“Dummy history report,” Scott muttered to himself up in his room as he tapped the paper with his pencil and played with a yo-yo with his other hand. “Write yourself.”

He gasped when he heard the knock and the voice on the other side of his door. Tony! He’s home a day early! He scrambled up from his chair, laughing as he did so, and flung his door open. “Took you long enough, Stark! B6. There goes your submarine!” @stxrked