#yeah i was completely different as an angst-ridden teen in high school

[llondonfog]

Flower ask meme! How about orchid and camellia?

 ﹟random get-to-know-me ask game  !! 

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

this is truly an impossible question, but i'm going to tackle it from the angle that this song was one of the first i ever heard that awoke some raw, wild emotion inside of me that i knew would never be fulfilled as long as i lived lol

life in technicolor ii — coldplay

honestly the viva la vida + prospekt's march albums could be all i listen to for the rest of my life and i'd be satisfied :') there was something so indescribable about discovering myself through those albums in middle school

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

if i could go back fifteen years, i would go find the girl hiding out in her bedroom and weeping with anger for loneliness and shame at her own ineptitude to break past her miserable shyness and crippling self-doubt and tell her that she has no idea what kind of wonders await in the future— that it will take time, more hurdles and mistakes that maybe she'll wish could be avoided, but it will all be so incredibly worth it in the end to arrive here.

[tickletastic]

I’m The Bad Guy

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 1903

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: N/A

Summary: Based on this prompt from anon. Tony finds out that the villain he’s been fighting is just a kid, and has to come up with a creative way to convince the kid to cut out the crime act.

Notes: I really loved this prompt, thanks for it anon! Sorry it took so long to write.

Everything around Tony was engulfed in flames. Parts of his armour had completely broken off, and he was in the process of calling for a new suit when the man in a completely black suit, the one he’s been fighting this entire time, stands in front of him. 

“It’s time to give up Mr. Stark, you have been defeated. The Iron Man will be no longer. You can’t save this city.” The mysterious figure spoke. 

Tony did feel a little hopeless, but he knew he would soon be in a new suit, He just had to find a way to distract the malicious man in front of him. He held eye contact with the man, or as much as he could with both of them wearing masks, and quietly called for another suit within his helmet. 

The villain, who seemed to refer to himself as Recluse, walked closer and closer, until Tony was at his feet, and stuck out his wrist. “Any last words?” 

Tony laughed, a smirk on his face that could not be seen, “Uh, yeah actually. Wanna tell me your name? ‘Cus we’re about to find out.”

With that, an arm of the second suit Tony had called swept down and made an attempt to grab the mask off of the mysterious villain’s costume. It came off with ease, but Recluse had turned around to fight the suit before Tony could see his face. As Recluse went back and forth, grabbing for his mask, the original suit Tony had called for landed in front of him and he equipped. 

Recluse began shooting out his webs, trying to get the mask back, doing everything in his power to contain his identity. Tony took this as an opportunity to fly over in the working suit and look at the villain’s face.

When the two of them were face to face, Tony began laughing, hysterically. He deactivated the helmet of his suit and landed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. 

“You have been wreaking havoc on New York City for the past week?” Tony began through his laughter. “You-you’re just a kid. What’s this? Teenage angst? Can’t you just listen to punk music and dye your hair black like the rest of us did?”

The baby-faced villain gave what he felt to be a wicked glare, but to Tony all it looked like was a wounded puppy dog. A new round of laughter began for Tony.

“You better remember this. This isn’t over.” Recluse spoke before shooting out a web, launching himself onto the rooftop of a building.

“It better be kid, or I’m gonna have to tell your mommy and daddy!” Tony called before Recluse disappeared into the distance.

Back at the tower, Tony had quite the laugh telling Pepper, Natasha and Steve about the situation. What was a kid doing causing such chaos? What happened to the good old school stuff when teens would just scream into their pillow and get a piercing when they were going through it? Didn’t he have homework to do or sleep to catch up on?

He had done a full analysis of the kid’s face back at his lab from footage from the suit. As it turns out, the kid is only sixteen and his name is Peter Parker. He lives with his aunt, May, because his parents passed away when he was little. It’s possible that his parents could be the source of his extreme angst. Nevertheless, Tony knew that if he came across Recluse again he would need a creative way to deal with him, there’s no way Tony could hurt a kid.

Three weeks later, Tony is enjoying a cup of coffee on a green balcony that he had installed into the tower so he and the other avengers could enjoy plant-life while still living in the tower. He’s humming to himself and taking in the fresh morning air, smelling the dew on the plants surrounding him when there’s a noise that he most definitely knows to be an explosion. He sighs to himself before looking out, towards the source of the sound, where he spots a large building engulfed in fire and smoke. “Aww man, villains don’t take breaks huh?” He says to himself, opening the sliding door and going back into the tower.

Tony notifies the other Avengers that are currently in the tower and asks them to join him since he doesn’t know what, or who, caused the explosion.

Steve, Natasha, Sam and Tony are at the sight within 10 minutes, where chaos is ensuing as more buildings and cars get blown up. They quickly assess the situation, in search for a cause of the chaos, until Tony spots a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. Steve notices the figure at the same time as Tony nudges him.

“I’ll take the kid. Sam, get the civilians somewhere safe, Steve, Nat, check the other buildings around here for explosives.” Tony commands. He waits for the a-okay from everyone else before launching himself onto the roof where he saw Recluse.

“Looks like we meet again kid.” Tony greeted, deactivating his helmet. 

“This time I will beat you. You haven’t bested me.” Recluse responded in a tone that Tony would describe as ‘upset toddler’.

“Actually Pete, may I call you that? Anyways, I had other things in mind for us Pete.” Tony grins before spewing webs out of one of the fingers of his suit. The webs were a lot like the ones Recluse had used the last time the two of them had met, and the teen resented the fact that the web formula that had taken him a year to perfect had only taken the iron man three weeks to imitate.

The teen gasped in surprise, but jumped away from the webs. It seems as if Tony had anticipated this movement because Peter was soon covered in webs despite his ability to see attacks before they happen.

“So first, kid, I’ve got a question. Where’d you get your powers from? Are you some sort of spider mutant?” Tony inquired, approaching his newly captive prisoner. 

“I’m not telling you shit old man.” Peter spit as Tony removed his mask from his face. 

“I think I might have a way to convince you otherwise. While we’re on the topic of questions, you’re young kid, there’s still time to choose the right side to fight for. You’re only sixteen, why cause all of this chaos when you could help save the world and make it better?” Tony went off on a bit of a tangent, feeling a slight fondness for the kid despite his hobby of bombing buildings and causing chaos.

Tony had definitely taken notice that the kid hadn’t killed anybody yet, and that definitely had to say something about his character, so the kid still had time to change for the better.

“Ha, fat chance.” Peter laughed, struggling to get out of the webs.

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures kiddo.” Tony laughed and kneeled next to the teen. 

Peter’s facial expression said shocked all over it when he felt fingers working their way up his side. Never in his life had he tried so hard to fight off a smile. He cursed under his breath as he struggled significantly more.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The teen said through gritted teeth, trying to glare up at Tony.

“First of all, language. Second of all, You’re a kid, so I’m gonna treat you like one. By the end of this you’ll have one of two decisions, you can either join my team and fight for the right side, or go back to being a kid, it’s up to you. One thing’s for certain; this whole crime thing needs to stop, you gotta cut it out. So tell me Petey, are you a little ticklish?” Tony explained, the last part coming out in a baby voice. 

Tony sped up his fingers, and pressed a button on his suit. Suddenly, the webs surrounding Peter began to vibrate. He knew that this was definitely bad news for him. As much as he hated to admit it, his damn broke, and an adorable stream of giggles started to pour from his lips.

“Yohohohou fihihihight dihihihirty! This isn’t fahahair!” The teen squeaked as he tried to keep his laughter and facial expressions under control. 

Tony grinned down at the cute kid, whose face was a pale shade of pink all the way up to his ears. While his mouth definitely showed that he was trying to hold back, his crinkled eyes said differently, they said that what Tony was trying was working. 

Recluse let out a loud squeal when Tony’s fingers met his ribs, and he finally threw his head back with unfiltered laughter. “Ah! Plehehease NOHO!”

Tony moved his fingers in the most ticklish fashions possible, running up and down Peter’s ribs quickly, counting each one agonizingly slowly, and drilling in between them. The kid couldn’t stop giggling, his face turning redder and redder as time went on. Tony let his fingers explore higher and higher, until bubbly giggles turned to frantic laughter.

“Aww, does the wittle baby have tickwish undewarwms? How adorable,” Tony cooed, taking in the bright, bright red that the teen’s face had turned. 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Peter screamed through his frantic laughter. 

“Ready to give up yet?’ Tony inquired. The teen rapidly shook his head, so Tony decided to step it up a notch, “Peter, wanna tell me where you’re most ticklish? Or do you want me to find out?” 

After getting told to ‘fuck off’ again, Tony decided to visit some different spots. 

The kid’s neck elicited a never-ending stream of soft, quiet giggles, and a small, cute smile on his face. Tickling behind his ears produced high-pitched, hiccupy giggles as the kid tried to touch his head to his shoulder. 

Peter’s eyes were wider than saucers when Tony finally found his worst spot, and he screamed and laughed loud belly laughter as he gave up struggling.

“Does the wittle spider have a tickwish tummy? How does this feel?” Tony teased.

“PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIT!” The sixteen-year-old screeched, surrendering to his laughter. A few more moments and his laughter had turned shaky and fragile, ridden with hiccups and weak pleas.

“You know what you gotta do for me to stop mister big scary villain.”

“Ohohokay! Ihihihi-I’ll johoin yohour teheheam! EHEHE JUHUHST STAHAHAP!” Tony listened, pulling his hands away from what he could only assume to be the kid’s belly button from the reaction he received. He cut the kid from the webs and stood there, waiting for him to recover.

“Expect mail from me kid, welcome to your Stark internship. You better not pull a stunt like this again. I know where you live and I will do this again if I have to.”

“Ohokay, okay.” Peter weakly agreed, “I gohot it.”

Tony smiled and walked over, ruffling the kids hair. “Go home kid. Your first day we’ll work on finding different ways to cope with those complicated teenage emotions and hormones.” 

He received a weak thumbs-up in response.

“See ya Pete.” With that, Tony joined his fellow avengers, another story under his belt to tell them about later, and a new recruit to explain. He’d have to do something about the emo colour scheme of the kid’s suit, but that was a problem for another time.

[conoscenze]

slow day bad day // kaede.

She isn’t quite paying attention to class, today. Usually, three coffees before lessons help her stay focused, and motivate her in taking notes that, apart the messy schemes, help her revise better when at home, but today it’s difficult. More and more schoolwork, essays, formulas to memorize and just overall every single thing that relates to uni in any way is stressing her; slowly tearing her apart, if one so wishes to dramatize the situation at hand. The fact that most of the times she tends to simply, stupidly forget without having had the time to imprint the essential studying matter in her mind doesn’t help, either---neither does the insomnia. Neither does smoking, nor drinking. Sake is stale, and cigarettes are just insipid. (Probably what she gets for taking enormous, worrying quantities of both of them every single day. She shouldn’t be surprised, yet she’s still disappointed.)      A sigh, her pen taps the desk’s surface a few times, eyes barely managing to keep themselves open to at least appear awake, and after what seems like an eternity—classes end. Finally. God, today is really one of those days. An “high school day”, in which she feels like uni is just torture, and that everything exists just to burden her.

That last part is a constant thought, but in “high school days”, it’s funnier, in some sort of twisted way. It’s almost as if she’s part of a wacky teen drama, and that she’s the gag, emo student that’s always got deep angst-ridden problems that everyone make jokes off of. …it’s not much different from how her high school days actually went, but. That’s not for today. It’s another story entirely.      “—Kyoko-san, you wanna come and have lunch with us?” Kaede halts in her steps, turns to look around (Ah. It’s the group of acquaintances she hangs around with. The only tolerable ones, she thinks, lighter in hand and cigarette ready in her lips); her expression doesn’t evidently shift, but the way she grunts and moves her shoulders is enough to give the impression that she’s thinking about it for a few moments. A sigh follows.      “…I don’t know. I’m not sure I have enough money for myself.” economic problems always follow scholastic ones, she’s convinced. It’s not as if she does it on purpose, it’s just---her job isn’t extraordinarily fruitful, and her conditions make it harder for her to work more than she does. Somehow, tutoring kids is more or less helpful; but it doesn’t happen often to be employed for those jobs, alas.      “Awww, again?” (damn it, she thinks. Don’t say it like that.)      “—yeah. I’m sorry.” a pause; she gives a small smile, in an attempt to not seem like a complete dick. As per usual. “Maybe next time.”

It’s a blessing that they know and remember that they have boundaries to respect when it comes to dealing with her: it is basically the first thing she states whenever meeting anyone. Better safe than sorry. “First of all; don’t force me. I don’t like it. If it’s on uni, okay, I can accept it, but socially, don’t force me. I will hate it, and I will hate you. Just putting this out there”, is what she always says.      It’s a bit of a harsh and bold thing to state right away, she’s aware: with time, however, she’s acknowledged that it’s the only real way to start a bond with no regrets. Most people easily shrug and mutter “weirdo” as they turn their back on her, but the ones that stay? She appreciates it. Kaede appreciates the effort. In general, she’s just surprised, each time, that they decided to not give up on her from the get-go.      They exchange a few more words to make some small talk, and after a couple of minutes, Kaede checks her wristwatch. A bow with her head,      “I’m gonna go now,” she departs, waving a goodbye to the crew, and walking off to where her home’s headed---even though what she’s really looking for is another place entirely.

It’s just gonna be a quick visit at the playgrounds.