Peter: Hey We’re Supposed To Dress As Someone Who Inspires Us For School On Friday. I Wanted To Go

She Has a Degree in Accounting Too, You Know

Pepper Potts always told people that she was hired as Tony’s personal secretary because his last one had quit, he needed a new one, and she was there. The truth, however, is that Tony had known she was qualified from the get-go. 

He noticed ALL of his employees. Didn’t matter if it was a member of the board or the janitor who works nights on Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Tony notices things. It’s basically the only thing that’s keeping him from going off the deep end. He hates dealing with business. He’s always preferred inventions to talking to people about things like stock and commercials and how his public image will affect the sales. (The board acts like him going out with a model is going to bring stock points down or whatever. It’s not going to.) 

Tony notices Virginia Potts six months before he hires her and the day that she started working for the department she was supposed to be in. She was supposed to work as a manager of sorts for accounting, and from what Tony heard from his good friend Tanya down there, Virginia was scarily good at what she did. Ms. Potts didn’t fuck around with anyone, never accepted less than perfection, but was also incredibly understanding of financial situations and compromise. Tony nodded and carried on with his invention. He thought the board would really like The Jericho. He, of course, named it. The irony was fitting. 

Virginia is known for zero tolerance. Men call her various names along the line of “Frigid Bitch,” “Slut,” and “Prude.” Most of these terms contradicted each other, and Tony leveled the “we’re-just-talking” insults with a steady gaze. “She’s not a slut or a prude because she does her job better than you can,” he says flippantly. “Speaking of which, Peterson! Your numbers have down for two months. I’m having you step down, Alejandres is taking your spot.” Peterson glowers, but Tony honestly can’t bring himself to give a shit. 

Virginia Potts unflinchingly deals with businessmen who call her things like “darling,” sweetheart,” or “girly.” She kindly tells them that they are not allowed to refer to her as such. Her name is Ms. Potts, not any iteration. They grumble as she grins and tears their “deals” apart with a smile as sharp as a shark’s tooth. Her hair is never out of place as she shuts down employees who are being rude. Tony lets each one go with a talk about workplace discrimination under their belts. Howard and Obie may have tolerated it, but Tony will not. 

Virginia Potts points out an accounting mistake that would have cost the company around two million dollars. The accounting person insists that they have it right, and if she’s so sure that the person with a degree in their field is wrong, then they can take it up with Tony Stark Himself. Virginia looks over the sheet one more time. 

“I have a degree in accounting too,” she primly informs him. “But of course, Mr. Stark is the expert of his own company. I’ll set up an appointment.” 

She meets him a week later in his office when he’s trying to make a leaning tower of cantaloupe squares. She’s wearing her finest pencil skirt and blazer, heels tall enough to kill a man, and levels him with an unimpressed gaze. 

“Mr. Stark. I’m here to discuss an accounting mistake.” Tony’s fruit tower is knocked down as he glances at the paper. 

“Who was about to cost the company two million dollars because they refused to recheck their math?” 

“Tom Martin.” 

“Have someone tell him he needs to clear his desk by Monday. That’s unacceptable.” She raises her eyebrow at him. 

“I’m not your messenger, Mr. Stark.” He smiles for a split-second. If she accepted the job proposition, then she would be great at it. 

“Would you like to be? I’m in the market for a new personal assistant.” 

“Did you get bored with the other one?” Virginia asks. She seems to realize her remark was a hair too unprofessional, but doesn’t relent. Tony laughs. 

“You have a little bit of a kick to you, don’t you?” Tony asks. “I’m calling you Pepper. Would you like to be a personal assistant? I promise you that you, at least, won’t be bored.” She’s apprehensive. 

“Don’t call me Pepper. What do I do?” 

“I’m calling you Pepper. You do a lot of things. Drag me to board meetings, help me be a regular person to the outside world, and get a bump in pay.” 

“Fine.” 

Pepper Potts is…scary. She’s unafraid of calling Tony out on his bullshit behavior. She’s the drive behind his evolving fashion sense. (”You have money to buy a tailored suit that fits,” she says. “You’re getting one. I booked the appointment for one. If you don’t go, I’ll drag you there by the ear.”) She always looks put together and almost never has a hair out of place unless she gets to the workshop and manhandles him out from under a car. 

“That’s a Tin Lizzy!” Tony hisses. “You can’t touch her like that! She’s a classic!” 

“You’re about to get a classic, public dressing down by me if you don’t move and get dressed for the board meeting,” she hisses right back. “I packed you a lunch. Go.” Tony grumbles. She packed a goddamn Lunchable with a smiley face Post-It that says “since you’re being such a little bitch :)”

Tony kind of loves her. 

She understands a lot more about business than even Tony gave her credit. Sometimes, she’ll even contribute ideas. Pepper always nervously laughs and says she could never be in such a high position of power. 

Tony feigns laziness and has her decide an executive decision. 

It’s a start. 

So when Pepper laughs with one of her business friends about how Tony impulse-hired her on the spot because his last one had quit, Tony always grins. 

what’s funnier, albus dumbledore swearing his way through every great hall speech, or albus dumbledore legally not being allowed to say fuck

Oh my god I can’t believe I was actually right

Loki S O1 EP 02

That was the greatest opening scene i’ve ever seen!!!! I just… i can’t explain it was fucking awesome

Also I love Miss Time and “Professor Loki”

Aaaaaaand is the “evil-Loki-variant” maybe Lady Loki????

The Fifth Roommate: Frank Longbottom

Who didn’t ask questions when the Marauders disappeared once a month

Who helped do Remus’ homework when he was in the hospital wing

Who took notes for all the boys when they were recovering

Who had a chocolate stash that rivals Remus’ but also had a stash of all the boys favourite sweets

Who comforted Sirius when he was coming to terms that he liked his best friend (Remus Lupin)

Who helped Peter in Potions

Who always blushed when the fairy like Alice spoke to him

Who tripped over his own feet when Alice asked him out

Who tried to tell James why Lily didn’t say yes when he asked her out

Who got roped into ‘Get James Potter and Lily Evans Together (This Time It Will Work) Mission 120, This Year’

Who also helped in every other ‘GJPaLET(TTIWW)’ mission until James and Lily finally got together

Who spent the Christmas Holidays with the Marauders

Who became one of the top Aurors of his time

Who proposed to Alice the night they became official Aurors

Who battled The Lestranges three times and won

Who burped in the middle of his vows

Who tripped over his own feet and landed in the wedding cake

Who had his four roommates as his groomsmen plus Marlene as his best man (best woman)

Who was James Potters fourth groomsman

Who danced on the table with all of the Marauders

Who broke the table at Lily and James’ wedding

Who fainted when Alice told him she was pregnant

Who fought death eaters so his child could live in peace

Who never believed Remus or Sirius was a spy

Who cried when he held his son for the first time

Who made Peter Pettigrew and Marlene the godparents to his child

Who stood beside James as the faced Voldemort and won. Three times

Who held his wife as she cried for her son that could be apart of The Prophecy

Who muffled his own tears as he told her everything would be ok

Who fell to his knees when he heard about Marlene

Who wrote his will the night he learned of her murder

Who hugged each of his roommates before he and his family went into hiding

Who made peter Pettigrew their secret keeper first

Who saw the death eaters coming and told Alice to take Neville to his mothers and never look back

Who’s wife refused to leave him, hiding Neville in the house and casting a patrons to send for help

Who took on the Lestrange’s for the finale time and lost

Who never told the Lestranges anything

Who lost his mind

Who couldn’t recognise his own mother or child

Who knows the woman who stays in the same room as him means something to him

Who watches as a man with a scarred face comes at least once a month with the sweets he likes

Who watches the scarred man cry every time he visits

Who watches as the woman gives the boy a sweetie wrapper every time he visits

Who watches as a group of teens look at them in horror, seeing that there is a fate worse than death

Who for the first time since he entered this room smiled when the boy, now a man held a baby in his arms and introduced him as Frank, or as they like to call him, Frankie.

Frank Longbottom was the fifth roommate

He wasn’t a Marauders but he was as good as one

{Credit to @alwaysthesleepingwillow }

The Fifth Roommate: Kingsly

The Fifth Roommate: Brian

no offense but bucky not remembering what he does as the winter soldier makes his & sam’s rivalry so much funnier

MELINA RAMBLING ABOUT SCIENCE SHIT AND ALEXEI SMILING AND SAYING "THAT'S COLD, SO COLD!" AND THEN "NO, I MISSED YOU" WHEN SHE DISMISSES HERSELF IF THIS ISN'T WHAT TRUE LOVE LOOKS LIKE THEN IDK WHAT IT IS

bedknobs and broomsticks sparked my love for sliding ladders on bookshelves and i plan on have one like in the movie when i have my own place and money

yellow

a sequel to blue 

“Hello, Mr. Lupin,” said Minerva as he welcomed the best addition to her life in the pas 15 years. She would never say this publicly but Teddy Lupin had made himself her new favourite the instant she held him in her arms, mischievous smiles and unexpected looks were all it took for Minerva to fall in love with a helpless bundle of mischief, fourteen years ago. 

It was towards the end of May she supposed. Her mind was still foggy about that May even though spring was her favourite. It was funeral after funeral, wounds that needed tending to that kept bleeding and her heart felt like it was about to give up so it was quite understandable that Minerva didn’t remember whether it was early June or late May when she met Teddy and he, of course, wouldn’t remember when that was.

Her heart had belonged to all of her students, she wouldn’t say she loved all of them but she always cherished those she had taught because she thought that it was sacred, the bond between teacher and a pupil. That’s why she was so respectful to but also, very fond of Albus Dumbledore; she had, after all, learned a great deal from him and she felt like somehow, she had taught him as well. But every now and then, she felt her heart belong to some of her students a bit more. Some felt like they were her children even though she never had any. A lot of people said “You’ll understand when you’re a mother” when she was younger but she never had to become a mother biologically to understand the happiness and pain one could feel for their child. She had felt this way about four kids that drove her mad before, all of them long gone now and she had known the pain of losing them. She had felt this way about a messy haired boy that looked so painfully like his father that Minerva thought she confused her love for James Potter for this kid but she was wrong. She remembered her scream as she saw Harry’s limp body and how her heart started beating again the moment she knew he was alive. She also remembered the pride and honour she felt when Harry risked his own life when that bloody idiot had spat at her. Maybe they didn’t share a blood bond but Minerva knew Harry was as good as her son. 

The last time she felt like that was late May in 1998, the boy couldn’t even crawl yet when Minerva felt that bond with him. He didn’t have to as far as Minerva was concerned because she could feel the wolf that Teddy’s father hated so much and she could see what his mother had left him with, a gift beyond imagination. 

“Professor McGonagall? MINNIE?!” 

“You know you can’t call me Minnie on school grounds Mr. Lupin,” reminded Minerva as she pushed her glasses up. 

“I’ve been calling your name for a good two minutes now, Professor,” answered Teddy with concern in his eyes. 

“I see you’re back to your usual blue hair,” she pointed out, ignoring the elephant in the room. She had tried to get him to have a more normal hair colour at the beginning but she didn’t bother anymore. “How was the patrol?” 

“It was boring as usual,” said Teddy and looked at Minerva expectantly. “What was it that you wanted to show me professor?” 

Minerva then opened the glass door behind which Dumbledore’s Pensieve was hidden.

“I hope you know what this is.” 

“Of course I do. Harry has one just like it,” he replied pridefully. “He used to spend hours watching memories in his room.. he doesn’t do it that much anymore.”  

“This particular Pensieve was Albus Dumbledore’s but now I use it to store my memories,” she explained. “I’m sure Harry has shown you a lot of memories about Remus and Nymphadora.” 

“Don’t call her that, Professor,” said Teddy with a smile on his face. 

“Ms. Tonks, it is then,” as she undid her bun and let her braided hair fall. “If you don’t mind, it’s late and it’s just us.” 

“Of course I don’t, Minnie.” 

Minerva let that one slide as she looked for the memory she wanted to show the blue haired boy. 

“As I said, I am aware that Mr. Potter has shown you quite a lot but he doesn’t have the memories from their years in Hogwarts and I thought maybe you wanted to see them?” 

“Of course I do,” beamed Teddy as he moved closer to the Pensieve. “I want to see Harry’s father and Sirius who everyone keeps saying I used to look like. I got to say, I’m not that excited about the rat though.”

“I promise you’re not even going to realise who he is,” said Minerva as she started swirling the memory around in the Pensieve. “He used to be so different, so happy and nice. If he bothers you, a lot of people used to say he is not that hard to ignore. Would you like to go first?” 

Teddy took a deep breath after he nodded to Minerva and sunk his face into the silver substance in the marble basin. 

Teddy felt the world around the twist and turn. Every single time he did this, he felt nauseous but this time even more so because he had never seen his parents in Hogwarts before roaming in the same corridors he does now, talking to the ghosts and people he knows; he didn’t know what to expect but he still felt like his heart was trying to beat itself dead. 

His feet found the floor in the Great Hall. Minnie was standing right next to him but her younger self was watching with an amused look on her face from the teacher’s table. 

“10th of March, 1973,” she said with her long fingers on Teddy’s back. “Remus had made the mistake of not telling his new friends his birthday two years in a row.” 

His eyes locked onto the chubby little boy standing in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables with a huge banner 8 feet in the air that said “Happy Birthday Remus!” with moving confetti on it. The boy was undoubtedly Peter Pettigrew and as Minnie had said, he looked nothing like Teddy had seen him or heard about him. 

Teddy then looked at the boy standing on top of the Gryffindor table singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs, as flamboyant as can be, his hair shined like it had glitter on it. 

“Uncle Sirius?” 

“Indeed it is,” replied Minerva shaking her head. “He had a knack for drama as you can see. Azkaban took a lot from him but I can promise you he still had fire in him after all those years.” 

Just as Teddy was about to ask about Sirius before that day, another boy jumped on the Slytherin table, a bold move Teddy thought, singing his heart out with a little help from Sonorus and before he could stop himself he blurted out something he knew couldn’t be. 

“Is that Harry?!” 

“I had the same thought when I first saw Harry in Hogwarts but I thought Harry was James. They look so much alike, it’s so easy to confuse them,” smiled McGonagall. “You’ll see the scar is missing and James’ eyes aren’t green. They come from that lovely lady with red hair rolling her eyes, few seats from your father.” 

Teddy couldn’t focus on the red haired girl the moment he laid eyes on his father. Remus Lupin in flesh and blood looking up at his stupid friends shaking his head but also laughing. Teddy could see that the full moon wasn’t near but he could also tell that it wasn’t further away but Remus Lupin was there, just there, his hands covering his eyes slightly. But Teddy could see his yellow eyes were even more alight than usual. Teddy never said his father’s eyes were amber, he thought that amber normalised it when it was anything but normal, even for wizards. 

Teddy walked towards his father without even realising it. There was a birthday cake flying towards him, following James Potter’s wand, and he looked genuinely happy. The memories Harry showed him were from a dark time and Teddy knew that. Even when Remus smiled, Teddy could see the darkness in his yellow eyes carrying the weight of the war. Teddy had seen his father this happy only one more time and he had watched that memory countless times with and without Harry, it was the one where Remus had joined them in the cottage and asked Harry to be his godfather. His hand reached for his father as he made a wish for his birthday and a loud bang came from the dungeons.

“That was your present,” grinned Sirius as a boy whose face seemed familiar from Daily Prophet came into the Great Hall with his wand out and walked straight towards the four boys. “No one can make fun of you but us, Lupin but most importantly no one can mess with you but us.” The last thing Teddy saw was some unflattering additions to the Slytherin’s face before the memory became foggy. 

“A few spells flew around after that, I honestly can’t remember what happened,” apologised McGonagall. “However, I do remember why the boys did that to that idiot. He had made fun of your father’s scars implying some ugly things about your grandparents as well as Remus and well, no one messes with the Marauders but the Marauders.” 

Minerva was looking around the shelves again as Teddy tried to understand how everything turned out the way it did. It didn’t make sense that these kids were like this 15 years before Teddy was born and now, there was no trace from any of them. Teddy’s mind couldn’t fathom how it went so utterly horrific that this was the only way him and Harry could see their parents again and Sirius barely got his name cleared. He didn’t get how Professor McGonagall was still standing after all this. 

“Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed pulling Teddy from wherever he was. This one was actually one of her favourite memories. She wasn’t as interested in the pink haired Hufflepuff girl while she was in Hogwarts as she was with the Marauders but Nymphadora Tonks held a special place in her mind as a fellow shapeshifter. 

She was never close to Tonks as Molly Weasley was but that didn’t mean that Minerva didn’t enjoy her subtle mischief and the joy she was able to spread around her. Maybe she wasn’t as school appropriate as some around her but she had a gift that she hadn’t abused, not once. It seemed to Minerva that Tonks used that to cause some problems for Filch or for the students that pissed her off. Minerva had noticed that even though she had the ability to morph into whoever she wants to look like, Tonks always looked like herself, the only things that changed permanently were her hair colour and her eye colour. Andromeda complained about how she didn’t even remember what colour Tonks’ eyes were when she was born but Minerva knew deep down how proud Andromeda was of the self-love her daughter had because Andromeda’s family had destroyed hers in a matter of seconds. Minerva thought Andromeda should have been proud of herself for bringing up a daughter like Tonks after having the worst possible examples in her life.

Minerva poured the liquid into the Pensieve again and motioned to Teddy to go ahead. The blue haired boy sank his face into the memory and Minerva followed right after he slipped away. 

Teddy recognised the bubble gum pink even before he was standing still in McGonagall’s memory. She had a black and yellow scarf around her neck, the air was dark and it was raining outside. His mother was standing next to a Gryffindor that Teddy recognised to be Uncle Charlie, granted he had a lot less scars back then not that he was complaining about any of them. Charlie Weasley had shown Teddy some memories as well but Teddy didn’t remember this particular one. There was a smaller Hufflepuff girl hiding behind Tonks looking terrified beyond belief as if she had just seen a basilisk. Tonks and Charlie were talking heatedly to a Slytherin boy who looked like he was older and Charlie was trying to calm everyone down but Teddy could see his mother get aggravated. They both had a tell, you see, when they were trying to tame their anger and Teddy had never seen his mum do it but he still did the same thing when he was trying to bite his tongue. Teddy thought maybe he should believe when people say “You’re more like your parents than you know”. They moved closer and now Teddy could hear what they say.

“You should probably tell your parents that he’s been gone for a while now,” said Tonks with a hidden impatience in her voice but seemingly very calm. “Maybe they should stop feeding you these stupid thoughts.”

“You’re no better than her, are you Tonks?” shot back the older Slytherin boy. “Daughter to a blood traitor and a mudblood, such filth. I mean understandable how you both ended up in Hufflepuff, the Hogwarts garbage.”

“Tonks, NO!” yelled Uncle Charlie as he tried to grab Tonks before she could throw herself at the Slytherin boy. He slightly succeeded and moments later young McGonagall arrived at the scene ordering Charlie to take Tonks away and taking several points from Slytherin.

“You’ll see when we flatten you in Quidditch,” she kept yelling as Charlie tried to take her away, Teddy noticed that her hair was changing to a bright yellow matching the colour on her scarf. “Filth, my ass. At least my parents aren’t murderous FREAKS!”

“Nymphadora Tonks!” hissed McGonagall sternly. “Enough! How do you plan on becoming an Auror if you cannot even control your nerves?”

“Well when I’m an Auror, I will be able to hex idiots like him s—”

“That’s not what being an Auror is about Ms. Tonks and I hope you know that,” corrected McGonagall with a very asserting voice that Teddy’s mum stopped kicking and screaming. “Twenty points from Hufflepuff for your lack of self-control. Dismissed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered back and walked away with her yellow hair and white knuckles.

They travelled back to Minerva’s office and Teddy starting pacing up and down.

“Why would you take points from her?” he yelled without intending to. “She had a point.”

“She indeed did have a point,” she began soothingly. “But she didn’t know how to prove it and whether you want to be an Auror or not, violence is always the last answer; she had to learn that even though she had a point in getting angry at that idiot. After that day, she became more careful. If she didn’t learn some of those things in Hogwarts, Alastor would have never taken her as a student. In a way, those twenty points taken were for her benefit.” 

“If you say so.”

“I showed you that memory to show your mum’s compassionate side even since when she was in Hogwarts,” continued Minerva. “I think she gets that from your grandmother. Andromeda always had a way of caring for others like she was never taught not care for anyone else but purebloods.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Teddy sat down and looked around the room, trying to take the memories in. He definitely wanted to see more but he didn’t know if he wanted to taint the ones he had seen tonight, he just needed some time to digest these and then he could come more.

“Can I come another night for other memories?” he asked silently without meeting the Professor’s eyes.

“I can imagine it can be too much at once,” she replied. “Of course you can come another night, just let me know beforehand so we can arrange a meeting, I’m still the headmistress after all.”

“Thank you, Minnie.”

“I called you here mainly to tell you that I see so much of them in you Mr. Lupin,” confided Minerva as he walked towards the door with Teddy. “It’s not just your looks or your abilities that makes me say that but it’s the way you smile and your eyes shine when you’re around the people you love. It’s the way you stand up for others and are willing to go the distance to make sure someone is happy or fine. That’s because your parents live in you, in me, in Charlie Weasley, in your godfather, in Molly, in Ginny and in so many others. It’s because they have left a mark on everyone they have met and through them, even though you never got to meet them properly, you’re more like them than you know.”

Teddy was barely holding his tears back but he could see that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of crying as well. Before he left, he built the courage and moved as quickly as he can to give her a hug. However what he expected to be a short lived hug turned into one of the most comforting hugs Teddy ever felt, it felt like his grandmother was hugging him and Teddy let go in that moment. Because Minnie was right, all these people tried their absolute best to make sure Teddy was able to see and know his parents as much as he could and that’s why even though he didn’t realise he had taken after them.

“Thank you once more Professor,” he said as he pulled away.

“You can call me Minnie in this room Mr. Lupin,” smiled Minerva before she opened the door. “Now, off you go.”

Teddy Lupin walked to his room wiping his eyes but with two new memories to dream about at night.

If tumblr exists in the MCU, I bet Tony has a secret Tony anti account that he reads and he cries because his ask gets filled with ESSAYS on why Tony Stark is awesome and deserves love.

And I can also bet that most of those asks are sent by people he doesn’t know in real life. Not Rhodey or Peter. But actual kids who look up to him as a genius and want to study and change the world like Tony did.

A 16 year old from India who wants to make his own AI sends the anti Tony (Tony’s actual blog) an ask talking about how Tony inspired him to learn how to code on his own.

A twenty nine year old car mechanic who quit his job to work on his own self driving car model who send the blog a lot of angry messages talking about how amazing Tony’s work is!

A 35 year old woman who’s a mom of three that works as an executive at Stark Industries sends an ask talking about how seeing Pepper becoming CEO inspired her to keep working even after giving birth to her triplets.

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))