do people?? not get obsessed with fictional characters?? and make them their whole personality?? like what?? i was talking to my brother and he was like no why would i do that lol?? and i was like um sir why would you nOT? like what is this level of mental stability??? what??
Regulus wears outfits that are mostly all black or black and white, occasionally an emerald green, but he always wears those brightly colored fun cartoon socks,
because he finds it hilarious and Sirius and Pandora wont stop buying them for him
Salty Tony (who's identity as Iron Man was never revealed) deciding to become a "Supervillain."
And his very first attempt at being a villain is destorying an Oscorp facility. At night when the employees should be gone.
Unbeknownst to him, that facility was where Peter was being experimented on. (Aunt May and Uncle Ben are dead).
Cue Peter making his escape in the chaos and meeting Iron Man by chance.
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"You!"
Tony tilted his face down and was only slightly started at the sight of a disheveled teen, standing on top of a building no trace of fear.
"You saved me!" The kid was beaming at him.
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Tony's very first attempt at being evil failed miserably and now some teen has imprinted on him.
"Supervillain" Tony with his spider son who won't leave him alone (not that he wants him to).
This is a remix of an old fic idea (#44, which no one has done yet btw!) that I just thought of ^_^
i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.
anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual “public library, how can i help you?” spiel, she said, “i have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?”
it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so they’re easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, “okay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?” i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said “thank you!” and hung up.
i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.
for about a year, i worked at a call center for sprint. i have a similar kind of story.
a woman called, and said she had a question about the call history on her bill. “sure, let me just pull up your account-” and she cut me off going, “no, no, it’s not anything specific, it’s just. so, if you change the time on your phone, does that change the time on the bill?”
“uh… no? the time on the phone doesn’t matter, the call history is recorded by the towers.”
“ohhhh” she said in the saltiest voice i have ever heard “so even if you changed the timezone it wouldn’t change the time on the bill? to, say, the middle of the night?”
i stg yall i looked into the camera like i was on the office. “um… no? it would still be the local time of the tower. is there anything else i can help you with?”
to me, overly chipper: “nope! thank you! have a great day!” turning on someone as she hung up: “she says yoU’RE A LYING SACK OF-”
i still mean-snicker every time i think about it.
i used to work in a call center for a roadside assistance company, from late 2015 to early 2016. it was easily the most miserable job i’ve ever had, and the turnover rate was very high. people stuck on the side of the road tend to be quick to anger - understandably so - and it wears on you after awhile.
so i had been having a string of very time-consuming, draining calls. my line rings again, i steel myself for another angry caller, and i pick up. “[redacted] roadside assistance, how can i help you?” i chirp, in my Customer Service Voice.
“yeah, hi,” a gentleman with a thick southern accent responds. “my motorcycle won’t start.”
i brace immediately for another long call. motorcycles were notoriously difficult to work with - a lot of insurance companies wouldn’t insure them, and a lot of tow companies refused to pick them up because they require a specific sort of trailer.
“i’m sorry to hear that, sir. what’s your current location?”
“oh, i’m just at my house. i was wondering if it would be okay for me to just load it into my trailer and take it to my buddy’s shop. would that interfere with my insurance?”
i click through his account and am Relieved to discover he’s in the clear. “No sir, it looks like you’re good to go. Can I help you with anything else?”
A pause. “Have you heard the good news?”
My Anxiety, which had been receding, suddenly spikes into the fucking stratosphere. I live in the rural south. The “good news” usually means “Jesus” and i was in no mood to be proselytized to for god knows how long.
i steel myself for the Religious Talk. “What news, sir?”
“McDonald’s is now serving breakfast all day!”
I laughed so hard I almost cried. I hope that guy ate as many hashbrowns as he could.
can tumblr make a community label for ‘x reader’ posts so i never have to see a single one ever again
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Regulus wears outfits that are mostly all black or black and white, occasionally an emerald green, but he always wears those brightly colored fun cartoon socks,
because he finds it hilarious and Sirius and Pandora wont stop buying them for him
