Video 4 Jun 94 notes

violette-sky:

Sketches from class:

fujo answered: Clint singing (bad) and Bruce loving every minute even though Clint sings bad?

In my head it’s always the Pokemon theme, not Eye of the Tiger….


Steve reading The Wizard of Oz to Tony because Tinman ;A;

Photo 4 Jun 218 notes ashinan:


Steve/Tony - The Avengers by dsmiler

It takes a while for Tony to adopt the new routine, to remove some of the cluttered subroutines in his head and make way for the code that is Steve Rogers. In his bed. Sleeping. Tony is used to sleeping in his lab, with his machines humming around him and Dummy tugging a worn blanket up and over his shoulders. You even hands him a wrench every now and then. But now – now Steve is there, careful on the outskirts but trying, and Tony has decided it’s time to clear out the clutter.
The room is dark when he makes his way up, JARVIS whispering a soft goodnight before falling into electronic sleep. The bed is a square of shadowy grey, illuminated dimly by the arc reactor. Steve catches most of the light, sprawled over both their sides of the bed. He’s sleeping over the sheets again, naked and with a pillow half over his head. His outstretched arm curls over the space Tony should be in and Tony bites his lip. He scrubs at the arc reactor before quietly slipping into the room. He strips, but keeps his shirt on to blot out the light as he pads into the bathroom, scrubbing at his teeth with whichever toothbrush he can find.
When he reenters the room, Steve has shifted so he’s half under the sheets and more onto his side. His arm is still outstretched though, waiting for Tony to duck under it. Tony grins and tugs off his shirt, lifting a hand to hide the glow. Steve grumbles when Tony tries to tug the sheet up, and Tony gives up halfway through, instead lifting Steve’s arm so he can crawl under. Steve immediately curls it around him, tugging him until Tony is pressed right up against his chest. Tony fidgets against him, nudges his chin up so he can press his nose against the hollow of Steve’s throat. 
Steve makes another noise, hand sliding up Tony’s spine to bury in his hair, encompassing him in warmth. It’s strangely secure, almost as comforting as the armour, and that thought sends Tony squirming closer. Steve hums, his other arm grabbing the sheet that Tony had fussed with before giving up, and tugging it up and over them. His voice is sleep rough and soft.
“Sleep.”
Tony smiles as he closes his eyes. He can make room for this routine. 

ashinan:

Steve/Tony - The Avengers by dsmiler

It takes a while for Tony to adopt the new routine, to remove some of the cluttered subroutines in his head and make way for the code that is Steve Rogers. In his bed. Sleeping. Tony is used to sleeping in his lab, with his machines humming around him and Dummy tugging a worn blanket up and over his shoulders. You even hands him a wrench every now and then. But now – now Steve is there, careful on the outskirts but trying, and Tony has decided it’s time to clear out the clutter.

The room is dark when he makes his way up, JARVIS whispering a soft goodnight before falling into electronic sleep. The bed is a square of shadowy grey, illuminated dimly by the arc reactor. Steve catches most of the light, sprawled over both their sides of the bed. He’s sleeping over the sheets again, naked and with a pillow half over his head. His outstretched arm curls over the space Tony should be in and Tony bites his lip. He scrubs at the arc reactor before quietly slipping into the room. He strips, but keeps his shirt on to blot out the light as he pads into the bathroom, scrubbing at his teeth with whichever toothbrush he can find.

When he reenters the room, Steve has shifted so he’s half under the sheets and more onto his side. His arm is still outstretched though, waiting for Tony to duck under it. Tony grins and tugs off his shirt, lifting a hand to hide the glow. Steve grumbles when Tony tries to tug the sheet up, and Tony gives up halfway through, instead lifting Steve’s arm so he can crawl under. Steve immediately curls it around him, tugging him until Tony is pressed right up against his chest. Tony fidgets against him, nudges his chin up so he can press his nose against the hollow of Steve’s throat.

Steve makes another noise, hand sliding up Tony’s spine to bury in his hair, encompassing him in warmth. It’s strangely secure, almost as comforting as the armour, and that thought sends Tony squirming closer. Steve hums, his other arm grabbing the sheet that Tony had fussed with before giving up, and tugging it up and over them. His voice is sleep rough and soft.

Sleep.”

Tony smiles as he closes his eyes. He can make room for this routine. 

Photo 3 Jun 9,987 notes nonexistentblagh:

sherlockscoat:

bogglelovesyou:

Please try not to beat yourself up today! You don’t have to be so hard on yourself!

(´・ω・`) okay optimistic owl
i will try

Why would owls think people think negative about them? Owls are fucking wicked! 

nonexistentblagh:

sherlockscoat:

bogglelovesyou:

Please try not to beat yourself up today! You don’t have to be so hard on yourself!

(´・ω・`) okay optimistic owl

i will try

Why would owls think people think negative about them? Owls are fucking wicked! 

via The Lair.
Text 3 Jun 3 notes

likeyin:

baconnegg:

Trying to translate some of the comments on the Chinese translation of “Texts from Last Tony” with Google Translate.

WOW.

Just think of the worst Engrish you’ve seen, and double it. GOOGLE TRANSLATE, Y U MANGLE PHRASES BEYOND RECOGNITION?

I mean, I can still tell it’s positively worded, so thank you to the lovely commentors, but I lose the specifics entirely.

Green Eagle Party? What?

I think it should be 绿鹰党?

绿=绿巨人(The Hulk)

鹰=鹰眼(Hawkeye)

so it actually means the Hulk/Hawkeye fandom :D

That makes a lot more sense, thank you!

…Can Green Eagle Party be another name for the Hulk/Hawkeye fandom? Because that just sounds awesome for some reason.

You did such a nice translation job on the fic though! When I copy and paste the actual parts of the fic into Google translate, they actually make sense.

With anything else, the process seems to be: Put the Chinese in, hit enter, something goes horribly wrong, and you get the English translation of…something.

*gives internet hugs to likeyin, for being an excellent translator/fan*

Photo 3 Jun 6,194 notes city-of-vultures:

“P is for Pizza 2”
kimiaki yaegashi  (Japan) via Curioos

city-of-vultures:

“P is for Pizza 2”

kimiaki yaegashi (Japan) via Curioos

Photo 3 Jun 50 notes

(Source: macpoodle)

Photo 3 Jun 10,221 notes raigeki55:

princetaylor:

catupthetree23:

good lord.

i asked for ice cream not a sword

#forged in the fires of mount vanilla/chocolate swirl
Quote 3 Jun 10,026 notes
There’s a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called ‘fan fiction’.
— Joss Whedon (via masochistic-curiosity)

(Source: norbertleosbutt)

Text 3 Jun 3 notes

Trying to translate some of the comments on the Chinese translation of “Texts from Last Tony” with Google Translate.

WOW.

Just think of the worst Engrish you’ve seen, and double it. GOOGLE TRANSLATE, Y U MANGLE PHRASES BEYOND RECOGNITION?

I mean, I can still tell it’s positively worded, so thank you to the lovely commentors, but I lose the specifics entirely.

Green Eagle Party? What?

Photo 3 Jun 4,465 notes

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