Soft Things Tony Did For Peter

ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF THE TEEN TO YOUNG ADULT TRANSITION

Peter Parker really went from a “don’t tell me what to do” 15 year old

To a “please, for the love of god, tell me what to do” 17 year old.

accurate representation of the teen to young adult transition

Me basically. And literally.

Words cannot describe how much I love and adore and admire this man

My TED Talk on Misha Collins

It would be the simplest thing in the world for @mishacollins​ to have a comfortable and private life as a successful actor.

But that’s not who he is.

photo by : Light Grace Media

It would be the simplest thing in the world for @mishacollins​ to have a comfortable and private life as a successful actor.

But that’s not who he is.

The AIM of his position as a celebrity is, and always has been, to help others. He’s said so many times and he lives it every day.

In case anyone didn’t already know it, Misha started acting professionally relatively late. He did it as a creative hobby, and was surprised to find success. His lifelong ambition was not “fame.” It was politics. He got a degree in Social Theory and interned at the White House. Despite not finding it a good fit, because it didn’t represent the real-world change he dreamed of, let me reiterate. He earned an internship at the WHITE HOUSE under Clinton. Do you understand how competitive that would have been? What it represented about his passion and skill?

So Misha decides not to pursue politics because it doesn’t feel like he can do enough good there. When this hobby of acting actually starts paying the bills, he changes tack. He gets ambitious there, based on the idea that if he has a voice as a public figure, he can make change.

He has spoken openly about all of this, many, many times. Look it up. It’s all there. He has shared his history, shared intimate truths about his past. He has lived below the poverty line. He has been homeless himself, in his childhood. He is now more successful than people could ever hope to be, and the driving force behind his success is entirely based in the chance to have a big enough platform to facilitate change in a hands-on way. He’s a fantastic actor, but in bald terms, it’s a vehicle for his activism. Misha is probably - I’m not doing the specific math - responsible for the saving of more actual lives than any celebrity in history. Top ten for sure. His efforts are tireless, vast, and FULFILLED. He has put into place REAL change, from inception to execution, in countless ways.

And it’s never just one thing, one pet project.

It’s everything.

It never stops.

It’d be a great honor for most people to achieve the kind of change he does ONCE, on a project. ONE school built. ONE forest saved. ONE family housed.

It’s his life.

It’s his blood and guts and soul.

Misha’s impact on the world around him is so fascinating and unusual and positive that I followed him on social, as a human being, for YEARS before I ever even saw one episode of SPN. But he doesn’t need this credit from me - or from anyone - because that’s not why he does it. At JIB, Jared told us that Misha had a 501©(3) registered before even starting on Supernatural - Misha corrected him and said it was right after, but that’s the impression of him that people closest to him have. That’s where his head is at. That’s why he’s here.

Misha is entirely accessible. No airs and graces. He gets his hands dirty and puts his money where his mouth is. He speaks out about what he believes without any concern for public image, and uses his pedestal to enact the change he wants to see in the world.

The man spends every waking hour dedicated to being proactive about something. If it’s not charity, it’s community. If it’s not community, it’s craft. He does not know the meaning of idle, and he seems dedicated to sharing this connectedness of the world with his children.

Nobody on this planet is perfect, but if anyone could find fault with the way Misha chooses to direct his energy, I’d be taking a very long look at how they themselves choose to live and what good they’ve put into the world. Somewhere, Misha is probably picking up their slack.

If Misha wants attention drawn to something, you better believe that even the silliest publicity stunt has a higher purpose, whether it’s for a charitable cause, or personal development and interconnectivity. He puts himself out there and pushes people because he has that power. His mind is blown wide open. He grows forests from the seeds of possibility. He uses his pedestal to pull others up and steps down from it just as often. He’s an inspiration to anyone whose life he touches in any capacity.

He’s a hero, and history is going to remember him thusly.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

This was taken from Natalie Fisher’s thread on twitter x  with permission x. As stated in her Twitter bio, Natalie Fisher is a writer for @Hypable and host of @NATWPodcast.

I’M CRYING

Peter struggles a lot with his memories of Tony’s death. He’s a little ashamed of how much it bothers him. He’s an Avenger, after all. Death shouldn’t leave these kinds of scars.

But it did. It had. The images of Tony slipping away, the smell of his charred skin, the way his breaths had wheezed in, out, then shuddered to a halt, arc reactor flickering into nothingness…

The memory of Tony’s hand falling limply away from Pepper’s was always playing in the back of his mind.

But most of all, he couldn’t stop replaying the fact that Tony hadn’t said anything to him. He’d just laid there, still and silent. Peter hadn’t gotten any last words, final comforts. All he’d gotten was hazy eyes and a bucketful of trauma.

There was no escaping the memories, no running from the horror that bubbled in his throat whenever they resurfaced. And he knew he couldn’t survive like this. Maybe even more so, he knew that Tony would never want him to.

So, he goes to Pepper.

There were only two people on Earth who truly understood. Sure, Steve and the others had watched from afar, but Rhodey, Peter, and Pepper had been on the frontlines. They’d been close enough to hear his last breaths, to see the life dwindle out of Iron Man’s eyes.

He could’ve gone to either Rhodey or Pepper, of course, but he chose her because the memory of Tony’s death wasn’t the only one that he could recall with frightening clarity.

In the settling moments, the ones that came in the shockwaves of that final breath, Pepper had kissed Tony’s cheek. Peter had felt like throwing up. Rhodey had held him back, steel arms around his stomach.

“Rhodey,” Pepper had gasped, “Rhodey, let him come, now. Let him… Just let him come.”

He’d been released, and he would’ve face-planted if Pepper hadn’t twisted around to grab his arm, steadying him as he sunk to his knees in front of Tony’s body.

“Mister Stark?” He whimpered. He’d reached for Tony like a child, hands grasping helplessly just inches from his motionless chest. It was a physical call for action, a plea to be held.

Tony hadn’t answered it, was far past that, now, but Pepper had.

She had pulled him into her chest, chin resting on the crown of his head. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s alright now. It’s over. It’s… It’s all over.”

“Tony?” At any other time, he would’ve been ashamed of how cracked and desperate his voice was, of his entire reaction in general. But then, he’d been strangely detached, out of control. “Tony.”

Pepper had been the one to guide him as he tucked himself against Tony’s chest, had been the one to rub his back as he sobbed. Eventually, she’d been the one who’d rocked him while Rhodey scooped Tony into his arms, to carry him back. To carry him home.

Although the memories were hazy, he knew that she’d stayed with him once he slipped into shock, too. She’d filled the role of May, of Tony, without missing a step. And she’d done it all while struggling under the weight of a loss that even Peter couldn’t begin to comprehend.

And, sure, Pepper had always been kind to him, but she’d taken more of an interest in him after… well, after. He knew it was probably only out of a lingering need to protect whatever Tony loved, but he clung to that connection all the same.

So he skips school, comes to the cabin when Morgan’s at playgroup. The conversation he needed to have wouldn’t feel right with her in the house. It would feel wrong.

As soon as the door opens, he can see Pepper’s surprise, see the reprimand on her lips, but then she takes in the look on his face, the bags underneath his eyes, and she ushers him in.

She makes him sit on the couch, offers him tea. He shakes his head, just curls into himself until she finally sits beside him.

“What do you need, Peter?” She asks, voice soft. Peter wonders if that’s why Tony fell in love with her: because her ability to gentle was good for his rough edges.

“I… I keep thinking about it.”

Pepper didn’t need clarification to at least understand the ballpark of his meaning. “Oh, Peter. It’s normal to feel the… the loss of presence in your life-”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I mean I keep thinking about it. About the.. the moment. It won’t stop playing in my head.”

“That moment that he…?”

“Yeah.”

The moment that he died.

“What bothers you about it?”

It feels like a ridiculous question at first. What bothers him about it? Well, the fact that Tony died, for one. The fact that he was just sixteen and confused and watching something horrific happen without the gravity of the moment really registering until after, until it was too late to really process it at all.

But then… but then he realizes that there was a reason behind why it bothered him so much. That despite the generic awfulness of the whole experience, there was one aspect that stung above everything else. One fact that he was constantly tangling himself up in.

“He didn’t say anything to me,” he whispers, voice breaking. “He… I don’t even think he knew that I was there.”

He would’ve comforted me. He would’ve said something stupid, smiled, cracked a joke. If he’d known I was there, he wouldn’t have acted the way he did.

He wouldn’t have just laid there.

“He knew,” Pepper murmured, and she said it like she never once doubted that it was true.

He wanted to believe it. God, he really, really wanted to believe it.

“How do you know?”

“Because I saw him recognize you, Peter. He… He wasn’t at peace until he saw your face. Didn’t you notice him look at you?”

“I… I don’t know.”

If he was being honest, he hadn’t been seeing much of anything at the time, besides the blur-wobble of unshed tears.

“He did.” Pepper tilts his chin up, the same way Tony used to, when he refused to look at him after a rough day at school or on patrol. “He looked at you like he’d be alright if that was the last thing he’d ever see. And I don’t think… I don’t think he could talk, sweetheart.”

“He talked to you.”

He hated how petulant it sounded, how childish and resentful. Of course Pepper deserved those final words. She was Tony’s wife, the mother of his child, the love of his life. What right did Peter have to resent Tony’s last gift to her?

But Pepper didn’t seem upset. She just smiled, genuine and sad. “And you heard how it sounded, didn’t you? He was trying not to scare you, Peter. At least, not anymore than he already had. You were so frightened. I think he knew that if he said anything, it would just make it harder for you to accept.”

He felt a sob threaten to crawl up his throat. When he spoke, his voice was strained with it. “He just… he used to talk so much.”

“I know. But, honey,” Pepper’s thumb swiped under cheek, caught a tear he hadn’t even known had fallen, “sometimes we don’t need to say anything to tell someone we love them.”

“Did he… Do you really think he…?”

“Loved you?” At his reluctant nod, Pepper laughed. “Peter, look outside. Half the birds, half the children, half of everyone: they’re all there because of you. Tony stitched the universe back together just so that you could live in it. If that isn’t love, what is?”

And for once, Peter didn’t really know what to say, either.

john watson’s life: a summary

John: *wistfully wishing for a happy life*

life: *gives him sherlock*

john: 

life: *takes sherlock away*

john:  

life: *gives mary instead*

john: :/    :\      ok i guess…

john: *in a stable domestic relationship with mary* :-)

life: *gives back sherlock*

john: *looks at mary* *looks at sherlock* *is conflicted* :|

life: *mary and sherlock gets along and both exist in john’s life*

john: this is good compromise :-) 

life: *mary shoots sherlock*

john: wtf :///

life: *sherlock is sent to excile*

john: 

life: *excile canceled*

john: 

life: *mary gets shot to protect sherlock*

john: oh ffs @life all i want is a peaceful life….

life: *gives rosie and co-parenting with sherlock*

john: finally…

Words cannot describe how I feel about this (and how true this is) 😍😩😍

Bucky really went from a cranky scowling old man who never smiles to that Cool (gay) uncle who pulls up 2 hours late to the family cookout with sunglasses, cake and level 100 swagger

Now that's character development

Dean’s back appreciation post

SEBASTIAN STAN as Mickey Henry in MONDAY (2019) — Dir. Argyris Papadimitropoulos

You ever think about how Tony probably wanted to meet Peter just as much as Peter wanted to meet Tony? Definitely not for as long a period of time, but Tony’s in the middle of all the Accords shit, his life is kind of going to hell and his friends are basically abandoning him and he’s in the search for allies when he finds this new supe in Queens. And he and FRI do a little investigating and oh shit, new guy is a kid. A fifteen-year-old kid, an orphan whose uncle just died in a tragic accident, who’s on a scholarship to genius science kid school and chooses to go out at night and stop car wrecks? Protect local bodegas? Beat up attempted muggers and rapists in alleys and web them up for the police? 

At bad moments throughout Civil War, I just imagine Tony sitting back and like, pulling up the stupid YouTube Channel you just know Peter and Ned had when they were eleven. Tony looks up the articles on Peter’s science fair wins, he’s got FRIDAY constantly watching CCTV in Queens for this kid, trying to see what he does next. Trying to make sure he doesn’t die. 

All before Tony ever meets Peter. 

And then, then Tony meets Peter and it all goes to shit, because goddammit, the kid is even more impressive, more wonderful and amazing and good in person, and Tony just sits back and accepts the fact that, fuck, yeah okay, I guess I’m your dad now, deal with it. 

Please watch this video if your sad.

(No kitties were hurt.)