viudanegraaa:

Tony in a silly elf sweater: because I’m in the workshop XD

suitofhumour:

one-piece-of-harry:

kayytx:

one-piece-of-harry:

Anthony…Potts

okay okay but imagine

Tony officially changes his name to Tony Stark Potts and his initials become TSP. Pepper calls him her teaspoon bc, well. He’s the little spoon.

You….you bring me so much good content I’m actually crying

@kayytx your genius brain, *sunglasses off for respect*

suitofhumour:

It’s my great grandmother’s birth anniversary today so I’m gonna share some of her finest advices and tidbits:

1. When you fall, look at the ground. Keep your eyes open. Your mind will capture the entire experience and teach you to brace yourself better the next time.

2. Don’t be friends with people who don’t treat kids with respect.

3. Run from those who don’t let you eat what you like. They’ll always try to change you into someone you dislike.

4. Let tomorrow be another choice.

5. Forget birthdays. Throw away that calendar. Celebrate any day that you’re happy and capable.

6. Learn to cook. Learn to sew. Learn anything that will help you survive.

7. Read trash. Yell at the TV. Just remember not to treat real people like both.

8. Safety pins can save everyone. (I can’t believe how many times this has come through for us omfg)

9. Annoy the boss, not the employee.

10. Always have spare change, a comb, and a clean handkerchief.

11. Thank every person who does something for you. (Apparently my dad once remarked that if someone is just doing their job then this might not be always necessary. Without missing a beat she commented “Especially then. You’re not buying their time, or an excuse from basic decency. Get over your wallet.”)

12. Appreciate mysteries.

13. Just because you owe someone an apology doesn’t mean they owe you their forgiveness. Take your lumps.

14. Laugh louder.

15. If you have more, share.

suitofhumour:

It starts with a missed inch between fingers, tantrum building from frayed helplessness. Why isn’t mine theirs and ours one, he babbles but nobody understands more than his pulled on diapers and dripping drool. Lungful of wails and fistful of chewed cloth, anger is a baby’s innocence in a dispersing funeral home.

It grows with a fighting tooth under weak gums, tears welling as confusion swells. Why can’t you pull what is pushing out from inside me, he blubbers but coos are jamming the airwaves with cereal blocking his words. Stuttering gasps of pain and faceful of kisses, anger is an invisible fae’s trickery for pillow treasure.

It coils with a missed word between disjointed meanings, swallowed air and unexplained pauses. Why won’t you give me your tongue so I may say my thoughts your way, he whines but fingers ruffle hair like feathers as affection adopts the lanky bones. Mumbled apologies to shadows and mutually ignored nightmares, anger is a curious thief’s unexplained exemption from corners.

It builds with a racing heart before sprinting neurons, reasoning muddling risks with correlation. Why can’t I draw you my pulse pattern so you would believe my fascination for you, he groans but kind eyes in kindred spirit decode the surface as input renders the wrong output. Half said goodbye to fading footsteps and rattling regrets in masked heart, anger is an unlucky lover’s purposeful fall from grace.

It crumbles with a collapsing web as flesh hits foreign soil, duty clashing against determined principles. Why won’t you listen to the unsaid reason that I know will come later, he sighs as sides of the same coin flip him around to only break in half. Flashing light on ceilings and ice on bruised skin, anger is a stranger’s pain for broken families of familiars.

It flares with a dying sun as the moon turns to weapon, desperation failing survival of defending fate. Why am I leaving you when you try to hold on, he pleads as a hero’s hubris pulls him down with a snap judgement. Running sand between palms and bloodless bonds left with dust, anger is a numbing acceptance when denial won’t save the world.

It hits and hits the young like an old prizefighter with too much to prove. Anger screams and claws at wrists with a shooting pain of gloom. It isn’t all he is but all that would be unspoken – a spider spinning hope but tangled in itself.

suitofhumour:

“I think you misunderstood it”

Tony narrowed his eyes at the saffron rimmed glasses before considering the aquamarine. Both spelt his sense, no doubt about that, but he wanted to turn it up to the peak today. It was time to be the maximum of – well, him.

“Do you have the square done?” he flipped on the aquamarine at last, pushing back the flaming saffron pair into the box. There was no response and he swiped around his mouth, smoothing the edges of his beard as he repeated his question.

“Hap”

“I do, I do, relax,” Tony turned to see the skeptical man grumbling at the piece of fabric in his hands, “it doesn’t even match.”

“It doesn’t have to,” the genius philanthropist made a quick face as he extended a palm, “That’s not the purpose. Now, contrast? Complement? Those work. Matching things aren’t – eh.”

“Tony”

The salt and pepper in his hair had changed over the years but Tony still felt like the same guy who got repeatedly annoyed at by his bodyguard. He raised his brow but Happy’s expression didn’t give in and he sighed, cocking his hip to a side.

“What?” he asked, ready to hear the same thing he had been hearing since Happy Hogan had walked into his closet two hours ago.

“This is not what was said,” Happy said, not disappointing in his repetition.

“What does it -”

“He said ‘you are such an ass’,” Happy continued, determined to dampen Tony’s fun for the night.

“And somehow my interpretation makes so much more sense,” Tony winked as he picked up the pocket square from Happy’s hand, “Okay, definitely sounds more interesting though. Right?”

“The paparazzi will go crazy,” Happy reminded though Tony could see a reluctant inch of amused mischief in his eyes. That secret prankster, Tony loved it.

“It’s all for a good cause, honey,” Tony pat his shoulder as he arranged the pocket square perfectly, stepping back and turning in front of his sole audience, “Impactful?”

“Yeah, it’ll be the front cover of US Weekly,” Happy rolled his eyes, slapping his knees as he got up, “Not that it was ever the intention of -”

“His intention was to shame me for my personality,” Tony cut him off, smirk sharp under bold glasses, “And not the bad parts of it. I’m just showing him the good parts of me. Think of it as a counterpoint.”

Happy shook his head but nodded, walking alongside Tony as they left for the gala of the latest hater who sought to invite Tony’s attention for self-promotion.

“Besides,” Tony slung an arm over his old friend’s shoulder, “I do have such an ass.”

His swaying behind seemed to agree as much as the next day’s pictures did.

This is for @kayytx who definitely deserves a better time on this site. I hope you find a reason to feel happy today!

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dionysiandoubt:

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newvagabond:

I never see anyone talking about how kids can abuse adults though. 

Growing up I saw a lot of adult teachers get bullied by students and it sucked. They would purposely push them to their breaking point until they exploded, yelled, cursed, threw desks, and the ones who didn’t have that kind of reaction would just quit or end up fired because the kids would start rumors. One was because our new math teacher was effeminate so the guys thought “obviously this guy is gay and he’s after our dicks” and if he was ever nice to a male student (which… he was nice and friendly with EVERYONE and was the best teacher we’d had that year) they would start whispering behind me, “yo, look at that, did you see that? He’s flirting with his male students, that’s nasty” and so they made trouble for him. 

My mother worked at a Discovery Zone type place when I was little and she would come home and break down crying because groups of little boys would call her names, call her stupid her whole shift.

I had friends in childhood who absolutely abused their parents. They were relentless and mean and hacked them into submission and it made for a lot of awkward moments when I would hang with them, because I couldn’t do anything since… they were my abuser too.

Just because you’re a minor doesn’t mean knives you throw are not sharp and won’t hit someone. The fact that so many kids on this site use their age as a weapon, as a way to say “but nothing I do has any impact because I have no social power” is SCARY and we need to try to make people aware of this kind of stuff from a young age because most people who are like that don’t really realize it and they need guidance and rehabilitation so the cycle can stop. Because those people grow up and have kids and do it to their kids and they don’t learn that it’s not normal or okay, that they cannot deny reality by controlling the people around them. 

But sometimes it isn’t always that way, some of those parents were so nice and kind and I considered like family, and they just had absolute evil villains for kids. 

Check in with yourselves, guys. Especially right now. There’s a lot of upsetting stuff being shoved in our faces all the time and it makes it hard not to get tunnel vision when our emotions get out of control, especially with the pressure to perform by a lot of social circles on tumblr. And if you’re young and a lot of this is new, pace yourself, you’re learning, and you need to be open to the idea of learning more and know that us being adults doesn’t mean we’re just out of touch boring old farts who don’t know anything. We’ve lived things and we have experience and when we say to you that it’s not okay to tell people who like things you do not like to kill themselves, we’re not “apologists”… we’re the survivors too. 

yo this is really important

my piano/choir teacher in 6th grade was only around 20-23 whenever she came to our school, and she only stayed for 2 years because all the kids were so awful. one time she told me that me and a few other of my friends were the only ones who hadn’t said a bad word about her the whole time.

in 4th grade, we got an awesome music teacher. he was in his late 20’s at the time, really chill and easygoing (we were in elementary school). some of the kids would just slowly drive him off the edge until one day he ended up throwing pens across the room out of frustration and anger. everybody was either scared of him or laughed at him, and it kinda made it worse. he left 2 years later and teaches a civilized and nice group of kids now.

kids really can abuse adults. I’ve seen it happen a lot and it’s sad and heartbreaking and overall awful to see because so many people brush it off as “kids being kids.”

In 7th grade or so I had the most delightful Maths/Science teacher (the two were taught by the same guy) and he was always super nice. Like he adored teaching, he brought us snacks sometimes and like really wanted us to do well. 

By 8th grade he was a changed man. We had young neo-nazis starting shit. We had kids screaming and throwing shit at him. We had knife fights and I’m 90% certain I remember him straight up being forced into a position where he had to wrestle one of my more violent classmates to the floor. My class had actually driven this calm, cool, great guy (he couldn’t’ve been more than 27 at the time) to actually break down crying in class. As far as I heard he was gone by the time I entered grade 9. 

I remember lots of my classmates mocking my math teacher because of her accent, when I was a freshman. She was from Syria, in a mexican school. Little pieces of shit were always imitating her accent and mocking her from getting certain words wrong.

I saw her about four years later and she looked so tired of everything, less cheerful and with a tougher attitude from the beginning. Fortunately she still talks to me calmly and smiling, but it’s awful to know she’s always anxious around thw kids she teaches.

In seventh grade I had a teacher named Ms. Burns.  It was only her third year of teaching, and it was her first year of teaching middle school.  And the class I had her for?

My fellow classmates were fucking awful to Ms. Burns.  They talked over her when she was trying to teach, they made fun of her appearance (said she looked like man and called her a ‘tranny’, or “It Burns” instead of Ms. Burns), and when a few months into the school year, she broke down and screamed at the top of her lungs at the class before sitting down at her desk and crying, they considered it a triumph and laughed about it for weeks.

Being a kid doesn’t exempt you from being a piece of shit, and just because, on the whole, adults have more power than minors doesn’t mean that minors get a free pass on being purposefully cruel to adults.  Some of you on this website really need to learn this.

Not related to teaching (though that’s an excellent example of an environment in which abuse against both adults and minors occurs), but over the course of various therapy programs both online and offline, I have met adults – who shall remain anonymous, unless they ever want to come forward themselves – who have been violently sexually abused by minors, who have been otherwise physically assaulted by minors, and who have been (this one is especially common) emotionally/verbally abused by minors.  

And these ones have been targeted because they are adults, and that made abusing them convenient, in many communities, to abuse.  This was often because, when the adult spoke out, the minor in question could easily fall back on “I can’t abuse you, you’re an adult, and you suggesting that I could be abusive is abusive toward me.” 

I feel like the main issue (and definitely the issue on this and other social media sites) is that people are conflating individual abuse with systemic injustice.  You can be in a more socially privileged position than someone else and still be abused by them on a personal level.  Kids and teens don’t systemically oppress adults, but that doesn’t mean they can’t abuse them in their daily, individual interactions with each other.

In other words, your abuser may often be less privileged than you are in various ways, but that still doesn’t negate that they’re an abuser.