tony: yeah and i made peter EDITH so that—
pepper: who?
tony, craning his head to the invisible camera: what has he done.
(miles away, a shiver goes down peter’s spine)
May I ask what is your favorite kind of fruit?
just to exist in the world? starfruit
to taste? grapes
spidery peter is my favorite thing and id like to mention that burrowing spiders will keep humming frogs as pets (its a mutualistic relationship) and i do in fact need a fic of peter not being able to go outside without adopting at least one frog
+ lenore dove’s geese only tolerating haymitch for food and buttercup only tolerating katniss for food !!!!
haymitch raising geese to feel closer to lenore dove and katniss taking care of buttercup to feel closer to prim. the geese not trusting haymitch when lenore was still alive and buttercup disliking katniss when prim was still alive. the parallels are paralleling
i love the theory that finnick was a career. he wanted to win, he wanted glory. he wanted the future promised to all victors. he didn’t know how “attractive” he was, he didn’t know that each murder would haunt him for years to come. he didn’t know his blind adoration would transform into an ugly hatred of the capitol, of his past self who wanted to prove himself.
sometimes i dont feel like actually reading fantiction so instead i window shop and mark them all for later
Peter, through the radio: on 3 cut the gray wire, ok? 1..2..
Tony: wait, I don’t have a gray wire! I have red, green and yellow.
Peter, scratching his head: that’s weird. I have light gray, medium gray, dark gray.
Tony: you do?
Peter: fuck. my bad, I forgot I’m colour blind.
Tony: you’re WHAT?
Peter: doesn’t matter, just cut the middle one.
Tony, slightly panicking: it DOES MATTER! My middle one could be different. The wires are all twisted!!
Peter: on 3..1..2..
Tony, overly panicked: PETER, STOP
Peter: *rolling his eyes*
Tony: wait, I’m coming to you.
Tony, running to him: point to the wire you want me to cut.
Peter, showing him: this gray one right here.
Tony, heavily breathing: okay, by the way, it green, kiddo.
Peter: ohh.. which one is red?
Tony: the one in your left hand.
Peter: wait, which one is that? I’m also dyslexic.
Tony: how. did I. not know. THAT
this is the baby they insisted was a threat :(
maybe bucky’s hair is always so long because he has scars from the chair in HYDRA
like oh u dont hate my guts on sight? 👉👈
the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness