#the iron ceiling

[irondadspiderson4evr]

Tony, poking Peter with the end of a broomstick: Get off the ceiling!

Peter: Nuh uh!

Tony: Why not? What are you hiding?

Peter: I’m not hiding anything!

Tony; then get down!

Peter: no!

A call interrupts. Tony takes it: Hello? Yes, this is him. Ohhh did he now? Yes, I’ll talk to him about it.

Peter, horrified: I’m not coming down. Ever. I live up here now.

Tony: no, no. Peter, I would *love* to know why the principal of your school just called me AND TOLD ME YOU BLEW UP THE CHEM LAB AGAIN!

Peter: it wasn’t my fault!

Tony: FOURTH TIME THIS MONTH. FOURTH. TIME.

Peter: I’M SORRY! IT ISN’T MY FAULT!

(I see things like this a lot, so I decided to write my own 🤷)

[ircn-dad]

do you also think tony told peter to hold him while they were hugging in endgame because the last time they hugged, peter tried to cling to him, but no matter what he failed to hold onto him and fell to the ground, or are you normal

[vintagehomecollection]

This caption is *chef's kiss

One of the primary human needs is warmth, and at some point in human history, fire was discovered as an important ingredient for food preparation. Since then, inventors have concocted various methods to bring raw food and fire together to produce the desired menu. Eventually it was learned that an actual flame was not necessary - heat was. And so in our own century we have seen the old-fashioned woodstove and the gas range replaced by electric stoves and microwave appliances, both of which cook a meal without a flame. Even in this kitchen where a love of the past is so meticulously expressed, the "fireless" ovens have found a niche.

Beyond The Kitchen: A Dreamer’s Guide, 1985

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Started a new AO3 series!

Peter on the ceiling: A series of fic that all revolve around Peter doing mundane, everyday things... on the ceiling.

Part one:

Cartoon Chaos by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated G | Word Count 1,013 | Crack and Humor, Tony Stark's POV, Irondad

Summary: Tony walks into the lab to find Peter watching Cartoons... on the ceiling.

[raineandsky]

For Old Time's Sake

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“It’ll take a few days to ease the pain,” Skat says with a light smile. “A few weeks to heal entirely.”

Skat’s home—or so the prince assumes—is nothing like he’s used to. Wooden floors, slatted roof, bed of straw. Is this really how the majority live? How the hell do they do this? As much as the thought of home makes him sick, he does miss his luxurious quilts.

“Thank you,” the prince says not entirely genuinely. If the old knight has a time frame on his recovery, his chances of slipping away unnoticed are slim. Unfairly so. “I appreciate you not trying to sell me or anything.”

Skat laughs, the sound flattened by the dull walls. A laugh like that probably echoed in the walls of the castle, back in the day. “I still have to hold Gvette off yet,” he says brightly. He unrolls a slice of bandage, popping a bottle open from the bedside table. “She’ll warm up to you, though, I’ve no doubt.”

Gvette disappeared into the woods yesterday to wash the prince’s bloodstained clothes. Not voluntarily, mind—Skat had had to ask her to help several times before she begrudgingly grabbed them and made a show of dragging them along the floor on the way out.

The prince tries and fails to hold back a wince as Skat goes about carefully changing the bandage. The clean fabric, cooled by whatever the healing stuff is from that bottle, is what he imagines heaven must feel like. The old knight sighs in relief as he tosses the old bandage into the bin.

“Can’t help but ask, if you don’t mind it,” he starts slowly, “why’d you leave?”

The prince rolls the edge of the blanket between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way it waves back and forth under his control like the ocean. “Why did you?”

There’s a moment of silence where the prince risks glancing up at Skat. He gives the boy a blank stare, blinking absently, before breaking into another laugh.

“Yeah, a’ight, touché.” He shakes his head, adjusting idly on his little bedside stool. “Don’t think you’d like my answer much, though.”

“I doubt you'd like mine either.”

“Well,” the man says with a grin, “how abouts this—I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I assume we’re somewhat in the same boat to both be out here, huh?”

It makes sense. Whyever the old man is out here can’t be too different from the prince, right? They both ran from the throne. Both escaped into the wilderness. Both– well, whether Skat ended up in a bear trap as well is a mystery.

“I’ll admit, your father made some poor choices,” he continues. He snivels shortly, dropping his gaze to the floor by the bed. “I couldn’t find it within myself to support a king I didn’t share beliefs with. They were big differences too—it wasn’t just a disagreement on the colour of the curtains. I couldn’t work knowing that what I did brought about terrible things.”

The king isn’t known for his kindness. His entire family isn’t. The prince knows this the best of anyone.

“That’s me,” Skat says with a deep sigh, like it’s a relief to be off his chest. “Your turn, kid.”

The prince opens his mouth, but words refuse to come out. It feels like he’s confessing some great sin to a priest—too much to the wrong person. Easy information to put in the wrong hands.

“It’s a’ight lad,” the old knight adds after a moment. His voice is soft, gentle. “I won’t tell a soul.”

That feeling, that lingering it’s dangerous to show dissent still rings at the back of the prince’s mind. But the man won’t tell anyone. Of course he won’t. They’re a world away from the dangers of the palace here.

So the prince sucks in a deep breath, steels his nerves, and recounts his story.

(next part)

Taglist: @bushfairy

[snowangeldotmp3]

still on my agent carter bullshit but genuinely the red room stuff in it is like. top tier. that scene where the girls are literally repeating Snow White in unison is chilling!!!

[oleanderblume]

I find it incredibly interesting and absolutely buck wild that the criticism surrounding an independent animation studio's works are directed entirely at the singular creator, as though the entire entertainment industry and medium itself is not a constant collective and collaborative effort of multiple writers, storyboard artists, animators, and studio heads.

Instead, it's just one specific person who is horrible and awful for creating whatever it is they make and how it is received by a seemingly very small minority holding a megaphone to everyone’s fucking ear canal.

Half the criticisms are entirely baseless and lacking nuance, too. Which is interesting. Its like they just hate this one person for being successful and breaking into an incredibly gatekept industry as an independent artist and studio.

Like no one in that group is capable of understanding just how groundbreaking and historical it is for an independent studio to garner this amount of success in this era of entertainment.

Or understanding the limitations put on independent studios that are carving out the future of the entertainment industry.

Of course viewership of a nearly entirely crowdfunded passion project being released once every few months is going to feel as though the pacing is slower, or as though the story isn't being laid out as clearly.

It's being released episodically once every few months.

And of course a series created by the same studio being overseen by a massive corporate streaming service beholden to shareholders and major studio mandates is going to feel rushed and dramatically different from the aforementioned passion project.

It is being overseen by the exact same kinds of corporate business practice that forces writers and creators of entertainment to work in sharp deadlines with no guarantee of continuation.

Like. Yes, have criticism. But be cognizant of the drastically different influences that exist in these two avenues of entertainment and production. And be aware, at the very least, of basic media literacy and competency.

One of those shows is clearly an episodic character driven drama, while the other is specifically plot driven. They are going to manifest different methods of storytelling because they are different stories and might i remind you, one of them is overseen by a corporate entity with the ability to just cancel its "investment" on a whim.

I think it speaks very loudly to the state of consumerism in our current age, and the way audiences receive art. It is no longer art but "content" and we must only consume "content" which is "morally pure" in every possible way.

But criticism can't be given to the corporations in control of that decimination of "content" one one person is to blame, is at fault.

Anyways. Just my observation. Interesting.

[riderheart]

i just scrolled past a video about xa.dens mum and it mentioned the detail that she made a blanket for him and i'm spiralling bc that is not the act of a woman who would willingly leave her child as soon as he turns 10 just because she's allowed to

[sunlessea]

it's a promise kept. albeit, perhaps a rather trifling one. he hasn't gone back on his word 'til this point, however, and he has no intention of starting now, not as his fingers deftly tack each individual string 'long its poorly decorated walls : they're gaslit fairy lights, the same he'd created and strung about the entirety of his own abode and shop back home. suffice to say, he'd asked it for more material than he would have needed for once upon, when he'd bade it an exchange for his knowledge in weaponsmithing. now the lights, dimly light, hang in neat lines in its lodgings, too. shockingly, however, has he no personal bearings for its aesthetics and how woefully irons lacks them, despite his decorations. they serve a purpose - namely, the papers they hold up 'pon its walls. he'd promised it once, as much, that when it fell in love with him, he would remind it, in every petty, romantic nuance, where exactly it had come from.

they were perfectly preserved, each message, as if he had kept them behind glass from the moment it had dropped them one by one at his heel, scowling at him all the while.

YOU WILL FIND NO GODS HERE. THERE IS NOTHING. NO ONE. YOU WILL FIND NO LOVE IN THE BAZAAR. MOST OF ALL, NOT IN THOSE THAT LIVE WITHIN IT. THIS IS A WARNING. I AM NOT WHO I WAS. I AM NOT WHO I WILL BE. I CAN NOT BE YOURS. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? YOUR DREAMS ARE FAR TOO AMBITIOUS. YOU ASK FOR WHAT I CAN NOT GIVE YOU. THUS YOU WILL ONLY CHASE A TRAGEDY. YOU WILL NOT FIND LOVE WITHIN THE BAZAAR. AND YOU WILL NOT FIND LOVE IN I.

"two out of three, luv." he is a cheeky little brat, a snob to his core, the blood that runs through his veins as blue as the day he'd burned his noble bearings to the ground and abandoned his old life. but it isn't without tenderness. he turns to look at it over his shoulder as he pins the last of its notes from that day, eyes squinting in equal amounts adoration and triumph. love, gloating, eternity. in that order, wasn't it? "oh my. your king's in danger, mr irons." in other words ... approaching checkmate.

@londonfallen / irons.

[sayingyournames]

one thing about me is that I’m going to buy a little trinket. I’m physically incapable of leaving a thrift or antique store or even target without a lil Thing.

[ascel-vibes]

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[chrystali]

Contemporary Pool New York

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hehe, hehehehhehe, hehehehehehheheheheheh HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE spider baby is crawling on the ceiling and always give his papa and dad heart attack when he do that iconic spiderman upside down webs, or maybe not just his parent, probably all the avangers member had once almost got into cardiac arrest because of him.

I have a WIP that is literally just ideas about different things Peter can get caught doing on the ceiling. (napping, homework, sulking, eating, brushing his teeth...)

The plan was for it to be a series of super short interactions with various people; Tony, May, Happy, etc... I never really got a good start on it. But now that you've reminded me... it might be fun to look at it again!!

[chronologynut]

Mudroom - Traditional Entry Example of a large classic marble floor foyer design with brown walls

[angeltannis]

I like that Tannis employs the cockroach / earwig /grasshopper principle of “I have wings, and I Could use them to fly at any time. I just choose not to”

[daisiedee]

Wine Cellar - Large