One Of My Favorite Tony Stark Criticisms Is "He's A Bad Person! He Made Weapons For The Military!"

I mean he is plenty traumatized, but it doesn’t much affect him in the way that it isn’t a trauma of autistic kind, because he as genius was encouraged to be the genius, and being a genius was literally indulging in all the autistic and ADHD things which autistic kids are attacked for. He definitely had to learn how to act from the young age, but it was due to being famous and too expressive, not because it was wrong to be autistic. Tony doesn’t have typical signs which autistic people who have trauma stemming from their autism and their family and society trying to beat autism out of them. Tony doesn’t have that. He has all the signs of a traumatized human being, but not traumatized autistic. And that’s why people miss it so much. This is how non abused for being autistic person behaves. This is how autistic people would be if they were not constantly broken by the society in order to fit in. We are diagnosed based on our trauma traits.

Holly was in a podcast about autism in MCU and what it meant to us!

Autism is actually the most commonly mistook for narcissism.

(I also do not get it. Elon is nothing like Tony. I know RDJ said he based his performance on Elon Musk, but if he did, he really did fail miserably to be the same. He comes off so much more empathetic).

Maybe if autistic people tell you that a character is autistic, you should actually fucking believe them instead of I dunno accuse them of trying to excuse bad behavior with a diagnosis. Since when, being autistic excuses any bad behavior? Also, I do not want to give any credit to Joss fucking Whedon, whom I hate with passion, but he did say that Tony is autistic. Maybe that’s why he hates him so much. Because I cannot explain his treatment of that character if there was not either deep misunderstanding of who Tony is or hate.

I think you’re a fool if you think Tony should have acted rationally after finding out his parents were murdered, watch said murder, have the killer right there and have your “ I don’t like when my teammates hide things from me” teammate right there who had known this entire time, never saying anything.

No one would be thinking rationally in that moment .

based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.

This quite possibly may be one of the best things I have ever read. I love it!!!

Felinette with some cute fluff about height differences?

[Send me Felinette prompts/requests!]

Height differences were nothing new to the class.

Ivan was practically towering over Mylene and Alya was a bit taller than Nino.

The difference between these couples and Marinette and Felix, was that in most cases, the shorter party was patient and understanding and the taller party was helpful and humble, whereas with Marinette and Felix... they were Marinette and Felix.

“Get off your lazy butt and help me!” She shrieked while she jumped at a shelf.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” The librarian glared at her after she overcame the initial wincing. “This is a place of silence!”

“Sorry.” She gave an apologetic smile.

The minute the librarian turned her back, Marinette was glaring at Felix again.

“Help.” She demanded in a harsh whisper.

“Hmm... no.”

She growled before stomping off to grab a stool, and practically slammed it on the ground when she got back.

“You know, I could help you with that, Mari.” Kim commented, looking up from his comic book.

Marinette jumped down from the stool, forgetting the book entirely. She came close to Kim’s face, her face full of malice and practically hatred.

“Do you think I’m desperate?” She hissed. “That I need help to get a book off of a shelf?”

Kim was quivering now. “N-no ma’am.”

She leaned back, appeased. “I thought so.”

—

Then there was the incident where Alya went to her house to chill and hang out, and found Marinette crouching on top of her fridge, looking down at Felix who was expertly dodging everything she threw at him.

“WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW, YOU HEATHEN?”

“Netta, please...” Felix caught an airborne pan and placed it on the counter.

“DON’T YOU ‘NETTA’ ME, DWARF!”

Alya stood there for a minute or two before backing out of the room and sending the video to the group chat.

Alyabug: Im getting a little worried for Felixs safety here...

—

At this point, the entire class was surprised that the two were still dating. They had all just assumed Felix would have been murdered by now.

Their assumptions seemed correct when they entered the classroom and they were greeted with Marinette standing on a chair, in front of Felix, who was backed into a corner.

Both of her hands were on the wall, keeping Felix from fleeing for his life.

The group was frozen in fear for Felix life; Marinette leaned in and the class did too, expecting to hear a witty quip before she began her attack.

What they weren’t expecting was Marinette whispering, almost shyly, “You look nice today.” Before kissing him on the nose.

“It seems I will have to rethink my hypothesis.” Max adjusted his glasses before typing something on his phone.

—

Now, the class had no idea what to think about Marinette and Felix’s relationship.

Then, something unimaginable happened.

Ms. Bustier asked for the photo binder.

The photo binder that held every class picture they had ever been in; the photo binder that was on the top of the highest shelf in the school.

And Ivan was home sick.

Ms. Bustier went out in search of a ladder and the class was left to their own devices.

Felix was, as usual, was reading a book as the class gossiped and joked.

It had been about a half an hour since Ms. Bustier had left in search of a ladder, when Felix slammed his book shut and grabbed Marinette by the hand.

He lead her to the shelves and let go of her and in favor of placing both of his hands on the shelves.

The class watched as he visibly tensed up and then nodded to Marinette.

Despite never exchanging a word with him, Marinette knew exactly what Felix wanted her to do and she took a deep breath before scaling Felix like a jungle gym until she was standing on his shoulders and reaching for the binder.

Once she had it in her hands, she bent her knees just slightly before rocketing into the air and landing in Felix’s awaiting arms.

The class was rioting. Alya screamed into her phone to all of her blog viewers. Nino fainted. Max started reciting the digits of pi.

It was utter chaos when Ms. Bustier opened the door to a particularly rowdy class with wide eyes, Marinette and Felix leaning over the binder to discuss the proper pictures for the class scrapbook and an unconscious Kim. (He had passed out in awe.)

That week, the class learned a very important lesson; never question Marinette and Felix’s relationship, they may be odder than the average height-differing couple, but they had a closeness that no one else would ever understand.

@ersalent

OH MY GOD

HE'S LITERALLY ASKING HIS SON'S BOYFRIEND WHY HIS SON ISN'T GAY ANYMORE I'M DYING

actually obsessed with these!! omg gonna go change my phone background rq

OG Avengers wallpapers yippee 🫶

oh and you should totally go check out my thunderbolts one 😉 (if you haven't already)

reblogs are fine, but don't repost without credit pls 🫶

*i do not own any of the characters, all owned by marvel, this is just for funsies*

Damian picks up Shakespearean English from Jason and Gen Z slang from Jon and the world has not known peace since

Since y’all still on this “Tony is an evil capitalist billionaire for not paying the Avengers” bullshit

I didn’t know this until now, thanks!

I wish each individual chapter of a fic on AO3 had the date when it was posted, rather than just when the fic was first posted and when the last update was.  

That way you can see at a glance how often a WIP is updated, whether it’s fairly regularly or with huge long gaps between chapters; or if the first 20 chapters were posted in quick succession but the most recent couple were posted at long intervals, indicating that the writer is losing interest and may not finish, etc.