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My powers are a mix of manti’s and that of inception, that means i can feel others ffelings, alter their dreams into reality and reality into their dreams and also talior any dream-reality for anyone without them knowing aka casually! Also I can alter Ef up anyoneone’s life on any place in the world just by thinking about them and then using my powers. 

Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.

Aggghhhhhh!!!! Now he’s in my head, AGAIN. and i won’t be able to function and waste my day away, AGAIN.

Why Must My Brain Do This?!

Sad rajma chawal.....

Bored vodka.

This makes me happy to my soul! aslkjfsdkgjkhkldgkbfbhvcfndgjnfgh

I know I never (personally) post things like this but I saw this on the news and I really wanted to share it.

…I’ve been going thru this guy’s twitter for the last hour

posting this bc i havent seen it anywhere here

posting this bc i havent seen it anywhere here

everything about this generation is so messed up that I JUST LOVE IT AND damn bruh! I’m a Proud member of this messed up gen!

Lmao bye

I mean keeping you sexuality a secret is ok, but why on this fucking earth would you not want to launch that cornhead into a dying star?

reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

there is not a single reason to not reblog this

PARATHA WITH TOMATO KETCHUP AND JAM TOGETHER

Hey wanna know some cursed food combos i've eaten?

Sure! I would LOVE too!

We are the proud citizens of The United Fangroup of Tom 💙💙 💙💙 👊 👊🔥🔥 

So... I'm not even trying to hide I have a thing for Tom's oral fixation anymore, huh?

NETFLIX CONCEPTS  → marvel cinematic universe (click to enlarge) after the success of the marvel movies, MARVEL has launched a series of television shows on netflix featuring characters from the marvel cinematic universe. click on the “Marvel” tab on netflix to check out this whole new part of the marvel cinematic universe!

um...ok. i guess?

Word Choice

@the-haven-of-fiction wait, so you telling me HE’S NOT?????

April 11, 2012: El Capitan Theater, Los Angeles CA [x][x]

OMG @iminlovewithtomhiddlestonandloki @lokis-little-wh0re @poetic-fiasco So happy to see that the loki army is here and i’m not the only one thinking that way

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

And here’s the tea bucket

Isn’t it great (horrible) that if you search up Noah Schnapp x Reader you will find more Finn Wolfhard x Reader (or Mike Wheeler x Reader) fics than Noah or Will fics. idk guys this just makes me sad. Appreciate Noah, he’s great

Parents reaasuring there kids is just so.... beautiful to see

the teens reassuring/protecting the kids

There it is

Daniel Sloss- “Jigsaw”

Posting this here because ya never know who needs to hear this. It’s something that I really need to hear most days so hopefully this helps whoever also needs a little reminder. 💖

Also tagging a few friends. 🥰 @deathonyourtongue @superrezzy00 @tarashari-tfp @munteanhore @nuggsmum @mareethequeen @islanddgal @themyscxiras @starrynite7114 @felicity-x0 @beloved-imp @breanime @lavenderrosemind @theoceanhathsolace @jackburtonsays

Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

uwu

I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Social Anxiety, and a panic disorder. Online classes are my hell. But sweetheart what you need to do is start advocating for yourself. Sadly our world doesn't really take mental illness all that seriously but that can't stop you from standing up for yourself to save you from the harm that mental illness can do (panic attacks, etc..) I've literally had to tell my teachers no when they're asking too much from me and my anxiety. I won't put myself through that just for a grade. Now maybe they won't change and maybe they won't try and help you but I promise you'll feel better knowing that you were an advocate for yourself and that you refused to let them treat you like your anxiety is nothing.

I think I have a long way to go before I’m able to advocate for myself in the ways you are suggesting, unfortunately. I appreciate your advice, but it is very much easier said than done (as I am very very sure you know). I was not specifically targeted or singled out earlier, it was more general despondence at the lack of participation. I will definitely monitor the situation tho, and if it gets worse or becomes more an issue of boundaries being crossed, I will say something about it. thank you though - I’m glad you can stand up for yourself! go you :)

It’s just too beautiful

Unconditional

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You deal with conflicting emotions as you try to understand why you deserve Loki’s love. When he finds out about your turmoil, he helps you heal. Warnings: angst, toxic/emotionally abusive parents, a couple curse words, fluff  A/N: Here you go, nonny! I’ve been very fortunate that this isn’t a topic I’ve had experience with in my life, but I did some research, so I hope that I portrayed it ok. Thanks for reading :) 

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiantfavs​ @lunarmoon8​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

You were currently sitting back on the couch with your feet propped up on the table, waiting for Loki to come in with your movie snack. He’d brought the tradition of Friday movie night with him when he moved out of the Tower and in with you. As he came over holding the bowl of popcorn, you moved the blanket a bit so he had room to sit. Loki rested the bowl of popcorn in your lap, freeing his arm to put around your shoulders. He placed a kiss to your temple as he hit play on the remote.

“What was that for?” you asked with a happy, but bewildered smile.

“Just because you look so adorable sitting there all bundled up, my sweet.”

Loki had been living with you for about a month now, and you’d been dating for almost a year. Still, you weren’t used to the little, unprompted signs of affection he was so keen on giving. The smallest things caused you so much stress. For instance, Loki had casually brought up an inside joke one of the lines in the movie had reminded him of. The joke was funny, sure, but the way he’d grabbed your hand as he said it made your heart beat faster than should be humanly possible. It was so different from what you grew up with, but you didn’t want to worry Loki with your problems. He’d either say you were being stupid like so many other people in your life had, or he’d want to murder anyone who’d ever hurt you. You weren’t sure which was better. That was why you brushed it off anytime he asked why you were so confused.

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You’ll always be our king by jackieliuart

This is.... um.... just very arousing.. just

let me tell ya... never in my 17 years on this planet have i been this arouse

i-I-i.... That's too hot....

he just said it out loud and I AM NEVER NOT REBLOGGING IT

this has gotta be the most accurate representation of me whenever tom does anything (unmute, you wont regret it)

this was fab af

Do you want to write something for Tom Hiddleston? Maybe where he is jealous? Please and thank you :)

Imagine Tom getting jealous

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Thank you for the request! Hope I did it justice. Sorry it’s a bit on the longer side. The part in italics is a memory.

Irritation grew in your chest as you declined the offer, from the fourth man that night, to go, somewhere, a little more private. Just like all before him, number four, who had been tipsier than the rest, sulked off only to find another girl a few seconds later.

Your irritation did not stem from the fact that none of the men had enough respect to talk to you before they took you to bed, it was the fact that your boyfriend did not seem to mind these men who were trying to take his girl away.

Tom’s blue eyes burned into you, he sat 3 stools away, able to hear every last word the men had appallingly mumbled to you as if they were charming, and yet he didn’t even flinch once.

You downed the rest of your third drink, each man except number four had offered and looked over to Tom. Your eyes met his right away, due to the fact that they had been on you all night, and he gave you a small smile.

In his hand, he held a whiskey that he had been nursing since you had gotten your martini, from number one, and he lazily took a sip but never broke eye contact.

You got up out of your chair and headed three seats over to where Tom was sat, for a second you made eye contact with bachelor number 2; he looked at you as if asking if you had changed your mind, but you ignored him.

The second you got close to Tom you could smell his strong cologne, the one you had bought him for Christmas, the one he knew made you weak, and you almost admitted defeat right then and there, but you had a game to win.

“Realizing that you were wrong? Did I win?” Tom asked, thick British accent piercing through you, one eyebrow quirked upward.

You mustered up a laugh, but it was weak, the cologne was really getting to you; Tom was way more attractive than all of the men you had talked to tonight.

“Jealous yet,” you asked, hoping he was, you were growing tired of men that weren’t him.

“Why? Should I be?.” He asked with a growing smirk.

You rolled your eyes, the feeling of irritation finding it’s way back inside your chest. How were you going to beat Tom Hiddleston?

“I don’t get jealous love,” Tom whispered in your ear. “Sure you do,” you attempted to counter, but deep down knew his statement was true. A deep chuckle left his soft lips, and you blushed at how easily he pushed away your idea. “You on the other hand sweetheart,” gently Tom placed a soft kiss on your temple. You rolled your eyes and shoved the British actor away from you. Yes, it was true, you had a tendency to be the jealous type, but could you really blame yourself, you were dating the Tom Hiddleston, the most charming man in the world. Just the way he talked seemed flirtatious; all the time he would say to other women, “you look, lovely darling,” and they would swoon and blush, causing waves of jealousy to surge through your body; deep down you knew he wasn’t truly flirting but with his charming nature and accent, it always felt like it. Tom could say “you look like shit,” and you’d probably still blush and thank him. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal.” Tom’s right eyebrow shot up in interest and you took that as a signal to go on. “Tomorrow night, we go out to a bar.” He nodded his head in understanding so far. I try to make you jealous when the clock hits...” “Midnight,” Tom cut in. You hid your smile, he was such a classic. “Okay, midnight, if I’ve made you jealous I win and if I don’t, which won’t happen, you win.” Tom took a minute pondering the thought, but you knew he had already taken the bait; he always loved a little completion. “Deal,” he said sticking out his hand. You took it, trying to ignore the bolt of electricity that went through your fingers at his touch. “And when I win what do I get? He asked. “Winner's choice. If you win,” you added, giving him a pointed look. “Game on,” he replied, leaning down to kiss your hand.

It was now 11:45 and you still had gotten no reaction from Tom, after just turning down bachelor number six.

You walked back over to Tom, wobbling slightly as number five had been so kind as to offer you a shot, and sat in the stool next to him.

“It’s okay to give up, love. You only have 15 minutes anyway. You tried, I just don’t get jealous,” Tom said squeezing your shoulder as if he was actually sympathetic.

The way he was acting as if he had already one made you hunger for victory; you had 15 minutes left, it was over quite yet.

“No, I can still win,” you said through a clenched jaw.

“I can’t deny I like your determination. Alright, you sit back at your stool and wait for guy number seven, I’ll be right here.” Tom said in a taunting tone.

You stuck your tongue out at him, thinking of no better response at the moment.

“And love, I promise I think you won’t mind what I choose as my prize that much, he said cheekily, winking at you.

You huffed as you checked your clock, 11:50, you had waisted too much time hearing Tom gloat you were fed up.

Your eyes locked on a guy who was fairly attractive and had been staring at you all night. Tom followed your gaze to the man on the man.

“You think if you eye him enough he’ll come over,” Tom said taking another sip of the whiskey he had yet to finish.

You grabbed the whiskey out of Tom’s hand and downed the rest of it, trying you best not to gag.

“I’m going to him,” you said, trying your best to exude confidence. You looked over to Tom and for once this whole night he seemed put off, his fist was clenched and his usual light blue eyes turned darker.

“Unless you are too jealous,” you said, trying to get under his thick skin as best you could.

Again you could tell that you had gotten a reaction out of him as his cheeks flushed and he shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something but you walked away before he got it out. He had messed with you all night, he was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

You walked over to the other guy, making sure to make eye contact with Tom from time to time, who still seemed to be having an internal battle. Finally, the man offered you a drink. You felt confident that this time whatever lucky number seven mumbled to you would really drive Tom crazy.

As you walked to the bar with number seven you checked the clock, 11:57, you had to get Tom to admit it.

One second you were a few steps behind seven and the next you were, kind of roughly, being ripped away by strong arms.

You didn’t even need to look up, the smell of cologne and the way he touched you was enough. “Tommy,” you said cheerily. “Did you see my date?”

“You win,” he growled in your ear, his grip on your arm tightening.

The words didn’t even resonate, you had truly expected to lose.

“Hey, man get off her!” A voice called.

Uh oh, lucky number seven wasn’t seeming so lucky now that you had won.

“Oh don’t start with me,” Tom snarled.

He walked up to the man who towered over him, yet Tom still looked more menacing.

“Or what,” seven asked getting closer.

“Back off. How dull are you anyway? You couldn’t have assumed a girl like this was single. Could you?” You blushed at Tom’s compliment, you had never seen him like this before.

“Well then why is she so handsy.”

If number seven was going to say anything else it was cut short by Tom’s fist hitting his jaw.

“Let’s go, Tom mumbled darkly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to some random room in the bar.

“Tom,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, he mumbled, rubbing his bruising knuckles.

A smile broke out onto your face. “Are you kidding, seeing you jealous was my prize, and you sure got jealous. And I was thinking since you stood up for me so well, maybe you could have a prize too,” you said with a smirk.

A grin was now forming on Tom’s face as he pulled you closer to him; his cologne the strongest it had been that night.

“I guess we’ll all be winners tonight,” he said in between kisses on your neck.

And for the first time that night you let a guy take you someone where a little more private.

I can’t even-

it’s so freaking good

hey idk if you take requests or not (I'm new here sorry lol) but I wanted to ask if you'd be ok with writing something where after instead of Tony being the one who has to say sorry and try to salvage the relationship, it's actually peter? just really wanted to see something different since I'm kinda new to this and don't really know how to find stories lmao you're a great author, keep up the good work you're amazing!!

Little heads-up: There’s swearing in this.

Peter fucked up.

“You’re not my father!”

Like, really fucked up.

“You’re not a superhero! How dare you tell me I’m nothing without my suit, when it’s really you who would be nothing without that armor!”

No one in the history of fucking up has ever fucked up as much as Peter.

“You said you’re done making war by selling your weapons, but you just traded one weapon for a different one! You’re not helping anyone!”

Peter deeply regrets saying any of those things, but he has been so incredibly angry when Tony scolded him for going after that drug ring he spent months working on, claiming that it’s too far out his neighborhood, ordering him to stop, threatening to tell May if he didn’t listen. And Peter snapped, feeling transported back all those months ago to the ferry and how Tony kept him out of what’s going on – and that thought hurt so, so much.

After all the time they spent together, Peter thought they would be past that particular I’m-not-telling-you-what’s-happening-and-keeping-you-out-of-the-loop stage. That hurt fueled the anger he felt over literally months of his efforts being thrown away, and he just wanted to hurt Tony back, to make him feel the same pain he was feeling in that moment, so he spit out the most hurtful words he could think of, not caring if they were actually true or not.

Tony’s face went completely blank, and he raised his head, standing tall and his shoulders pulled back, looking absolutely untouched by Peter’s words – which, of course, made him only angrier, causing him to spit out even nastier stuff.

When Peter was standing in the penthouse, breathing heavily with anger, Tony gave him a hard look and asked: “You done?” Peter clenched his teeth and fists together. Tony took that as a yes. “Go.” Without giving him a second look, Tony slipped his glasses on his face before turning around and walking down the hallway, not caring at all for Peter and his anger.

Since then, a few weeks have passed, and with every day that passed, Peter felt worse and worse about his angry outburst, his initial anger about the entire situation evaporating after a few hours. Less than 24 hours after Tony told him to drop his investigation in the drug ring, the news of the police arresting pretty much everyone of said drug ring were everywhere. Peter kinda thought Tony would demand the suit back, but he didn’t.

Instead, there’s absolute radio silence between them.

When it was the day of their usual lab sessions, Karen informed Peter that Tony canceled – not only that appointment, but every single one for the next two months. Peter isn’t getting random texts from Tony anymore, no reaction at all to any of the reports he sends him, and when Peter tries calling him, FRIDAY tells him that Tony is too busy to answer. Even though she promises to let her creator know that Peter called, Tony never calls back.

Peter goes as far as asking Happy about it. “He’s busy,” the man answers, obviously uncomfortable and very clearly lying about it. “He’s got a company to run and there are the amendments for the Accords and the entire Avengers Initiative. It’s a lot.” Tony had to do all of those things before, too, but he always made time to at least chat for a few minutes with Peter.

Which means Tony obviously doesn’t want to see him.

And that hurts a hundred times more than Tony telling him to not get involved with those drug dealers.

Peter knows he has to apologize. There’s no way around it, not if he wants to repair what he has broken. But the big problem is how he’s gonna do that, seeing as Tony clearly doesn’t want to talk to him. He asked Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey for their help, but that has been fruitless. FRIDAY fed him some lie (he wasn’t aware the AI could actually lie) about the next free slot being next year.

He actually thinks about making an official appointment with Tony, but there are several problems. For one, not just anyone can make an appointment with Tony Stark, especially without a good reason and on short notice. Besides, he needs to give his name and show his ID – Peter is pretty sure that FRIDAY would interject as soon as she sees his name. Or, like, his face in the lobby. There’s the option of using that hatch Tony built into the windows of Peter’s room in the penthouse (with a stab in his chest, Peter wonders if it’s still his room or if Tony already turned into, like, a home gym or something), but he’s pretty sure Tony wouldn’t appreciate him breaking in. Or FRIDAY would simply lock the hatch.

So, while he tries to come up with a way to get in contact with his (former?) mentor, he’s watching Tony’s Instagram story – a “spontaneous” Ask Me Anything game that has been scheduled months ago (which Tony only accepted because Peter talked him into it). More than a couple of times he’s tempted to send in an ask, but he’s pretty sure Tony wouldn’t answer that as well. While watching Tony laugh and smile at the camera, sitting in his lab with DUM-E and U next to him, a very familiar holo-screen with some mindless but important looking diagram in the background, Peter tries to sooth his aching heart and curses that it’s so difficult to get a hold of one of the smartest people in the world who doesn’t want to talk to you.

About a week later, there’s an opportunity, and Peter doesn’t hesitate a second to grab it.

He’s on his way back from school, when he sees the news alert on his phone – a hostage situation in Manhattan, and Iron Man just arrived at the scene. Never before has Peter changed into his suit that fast.

It takes him only a couple of minutes to arrive at the scene. It’s in an office building up on the highest floor, and as far as Karen told him, there are three hostage takers and about twelve hostages. The hostage takers blocked the exits and apparently hid a bomb somewhere.

Getting into the building is no problem – he simply swings through the hole in the window Tony crashed through when he arrived. Speaking of Tony, he doesn’t seem the least bit surprised to see Peter; FRIDAY probably warned him.

“Mr. Stark, I -”

“Get them out of here,” Tony orders, not even looking at him.

For the fraction of a second, he thinks about protesting, but getting the hostages out of dangers is the priority. Peter sticks to the outside of the building and sticks a web the them before telling them to jump one by one, breaking their fall in time for them to land safely on the sidewalk. He doesn’t allow himself to relax for a single second, because he hears gun shots going off from inside the building. Swinging back inside, he races towards the noises, seeing how the criminals keep firing bullets at the Iron Man armor, while Tony is calmly working on the bomb, seemingly absolutely unbothered by their attacks.

Well, Peter is pretty bothered by it.

He catches the first two by surprise, snatching away their guns and webbing them against the wall. When he turns towards the third one, he’s already staring at the gun, and a second later, Peter has to dodge a storm of bullets. Just when he manages to rip the gun away from the criminal, a sharp pain rips through Peter’s thigh, making him clench his teeth and driving tears in his eyes. Peter ignores the pain, pinning the man against the next wall.

Just then, Tony stands up. “The situation is clear,” he says, his back still turned to Peter.

Peter nods, before he remembers that Tony can’t see it. “Mr. Stark, can I-”

“Police should get up here any moment, you can go now,” he interrupts him, stomping over to one of the windows, already getting into the air.

Peter cannot let this opportunity slip through his fingers. “Please wait!” He hurries after Tony, ignoring the biting pain in his leg, but just when he arrives at the window, Tony flies out of it. “Please! I want to apologize!”

Tony isn’t stopping, so Peter doesn’t stop either. He jumps out of the window and manages to shoot a web against the Iron Man armor, literally sticking to him.

Tony slightly turns his head to him, as if to make sure that FRIDAY really is telling the truth when she said he has some stowaway. “Go home.”

“No! Not before I apologized!”

Clearly, Tony doesn’t want to hear it. He turns back around and flies in a zigzag line, trying to shake Peter off. But Peter is stubborn, he holds on as tight as he can. Then, his leg hits the wound on his other leg, and Peter can’t help but cry out as a wave of blinding pain shoots through him, almost making him let go of the web.

Suddenly, they slow down, and just when Peter’s head clears enough to notice his surroundings again, his feet touch solid ground. They landed on a rooftop, far above the rest of the city.

But he’s even more surprised that Tony is facing him. “You got shot?” the man asks, and his helmet folds away, showing the face Peter hasn’t seen in person for weeks, and even though there are those special angry wrinkles on Tony’s face that always mean he’s in trouble, Peter couldn’t be more relieved.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he starts, not wasting a single second with something as trivial as a gun shot wound. “Like, so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that stuff, it’s not true at all, not a word of it, but I was so angry-”

“You’ve been shot,” Tony says in a voice Peter can’t quite place. “That wound needs to be treated asap.”

“I didn’t mean any of it, I swear, but I-” Peter takes a step forward, but in his haste to get closer to Tony, he forgot about the wound. As soon as he puts any pressure on the leg, a new wave of pain surges through his entire body, making him cry out again and before he knows it, he’s on the ground, face against the rough surface (that pain pales in comparison to the pain from his leg).

However, a pair of strong hands turn him around and he looks up into Tony’s face. “You need to see Helen,” he says, pressing a hand against the wound to stop the bleeding, his eyes turning apologetic as Peter hisses in pain.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter repeats again. His thoughts get muddled with pain and the need to fix the situation because he needs to fix this so bad. Suddenly feeling stuffed under his mask, he pushes it off, not afraid that someone sees his face this far up. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, but he can’t tell if they’re because of the pain or the panic inside him. “Please, Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, any of it!”

“Peter, you need to focus on the wound, everything else can wait.”

“No, it can’t! I need you to know-”

“I forgive you, okay? Now, let’s get-”

“You’re my hero,” Peter interrupts him, not really liking how shaky his voice is right now but he has no control over it between all the pain, the blood loss, and the burning, life-consuming need to fix this. “You always have been, long before you became Iron Man. And-And you don’t need that armor, not at all, because you have your brain and that’s so much more worth than that armor. Your brain and your heart, because you do care so much. Like, I don’t think I ever saw anyone who wanted to help everyone as bad as you do, and you do it without caring about what it costs you, no matter if money or time or your life! Iron Man is- No, Tony Stark is the best superhero there is and there will ever be.”

Tony just stares at him, eyes full of something Peter doesn’t recognize. He gets more and more drowsy with each breath he takes, but he has to push through it – he’s not done yet. “You’re not my father, I know that, but-but you are so important to me, Mr. Stark. Like… Like you’re part of my family. And I hate myself for hurting you so much. I didn’t mean any of it and I was so stupid for saying all of that. Please, I didn’t mean it. Not at all.” Peter’s words turn into slurs, his tongue and eyelids growing heavy. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please…” His eyes fall shut and he can’t open them again.

There’s a hand cased in metal against his cheeks. “Kid? Kid, open your eyes!”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Peter, look at me. Hey! Shit. Peter!”

“Please…” Peter mumbles, Tony screaming his name turning into white noise as everything around him turns black.

Just..... yeah

This immense perfomance, he’s great!

He’s utterly brilliant, entirely committed to giving his heart and soul to this powerhouse performance of his in a movie that could and should have been so much better than it turned out to be. I love this scene, no matter what…