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Bucky and Steve worry about Tony outside of the suit. But only until someone tries to break into the workshop and by the time they get down there he has knocked out three of his attackers with a wrench and Dum-E is chasing a fourth around with a fire extinguisher and beeping angrily. "Should... should we stop him?" Bucky asks awkwardly. "Nah, he's having fun," Tony answers, shrugging, and then hits an intruder with the wrench again when he starts to shift. Steve clutches his chest. Jesus Christ.

Bucky and Steve are breathless for once when they arrive at the lab. JARVIS’ intruder alert has both of their pulses quickening and they expect the worst.

The lab is Tony’s sanctuary. If someone managed to get in there, they must be smart. Who knows what they’ve done to Tony-

Yet when they dash towards the broken glass doors, the chaos they see is not the chaos they expected.

There stands Tony, disheveled, his hair a mess. He’s bleeding from a cut to his forehead; the red mixing with the smears of oil on his skin.

He’s beautiful.

Once the first big wave of relief has passed, Steve and Bucky take a closer look at what is going on. There are three men lying on the ground. It doesn’t take a genius to see what knocked them out. They all got matching bruises where supposedly Tony’s wrench struck them.

It’s… kind of baffling.

The only thing that is even more surprising is DUM-E, who’s grasping a fire extinguisher and beeps angrily, while he’s chasing a fourth black-clad guy around the lab.

“Should- Should we stop him…?”, Bucky blurts out. Tony turns at the sound of his voice and his whole face lights up with a brilliant grin. He waves at them, all casual. Like it’s nothing new for him to be ambushed in the workshop and take the attackers out on his on.

“Hey boys”, Tony greets, brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re late to the party.”

Steve looks like he might have a heart attack any second. His eyes shoot back and forth between Tony, DUM-E, and the men on the ground.

“Just- Just to be clear, should be stop DUM-E before anything happens?”, Bucky asks again. He’s absolutely not prepared for a situation like this.

Tony shrugs.

One of the guys to his feet shifts with a pained groan and Steve and Bucky both blink in surprise when Tony knocks the guy unconscious again.

Then, still while grinning like it’s the most fun he’s had in days, Tony gestures with his head towards DUM-E and replies: “Nah, let him. He’s having fun. Wanna go grab a bite once we’ve got this cleaned up?”

Bucky reaches out and puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder, squeezing. Steve looks like he’s about to faint. Bucky understands him.

But, after all… they knew what they were getting in for with Tony Stark as their boyfriend.

For the BSD Tarot Card Project hosted by @miss-intention
20. Judgement - Fyodor Dostoevsky 
Thank you for hosting! This was super fun to make~
And thank you to everyone who watched me stream this drawing xD


Since he is finally complete and in the correct hands I can finally post this! This was my (LATE) Christmas gift to the beautiful and intelligent and glorious and lots of other good adjectives @acesvegas (also known as @theghostbusters). She is my best friend and deserves much more but it’s all I had to give. 

I would like to present KENT PARSON! (Formerly Sidney Crosby. Rest in fucking pieces.) He is very sloppy, his eyebrows don’t match his hair (he’s not a natural blond), and I fucked up and couldn’t fit PARSON on the back but here he is!

Tools used: One (1) Sidney Crosby pop doll, four (4) too expensive acrylic paints from AC Moore, one (1) cup of my own tears, some (some) sand paper I stole from my dad, two (2) spray paint sealers and primers, and a shit ton of tape. 

In his bed alone, Cullen will replay this moment a million times, like a favorite passage from a well-loved book; and like a page from a book that grows tattered and worn from endless re-reading, the memory will lose its cohesion until nothing but flashes remain, smudged phrases on a crumpled page. The stardust glitter of cascading beads. The soft clink of the robe hitting the paving stones. The sudden glow of moonlight on silver-pale skin. The shape of her, an impression of graceful limbs and supple parts that, in the shock of that first moment, never coalesce into a whole. Even in memory it is too much to take in all at once; she’s like a goddess from the old stories, who cannot be fully gazed upon by mortal eyes.

hi its 17 jan & its my birthday!!!🎂 and i alw do this ff thingy anw 2016 has been terrible but i am thankful 2 all of u for still being here and always being v nice and sweet 💞 i dont talk much on here but just know that i love u all v muchzies!! hope all of u find the happiness and love that u deserve and may 2017 b yr year :^) 😋

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i don’t think you guys understand how satisfying it is to flip/fix the (many) ugly reflections of dt in the minor character like first we have this:

okay well, it’s not as bad as all the other ones, pretty subtle right, but hOLD ON JUST A JIFFEH, bc with two clicks you got this:

i mean praise jesus

Hello everyone.

Some things have happened, some BIG things.

My mental health isnt the best, im admitting that now, and recently i have been rapidly declining. Its come to the point where i have needed outside intervention for my safety and due to that my time online might be limited. 

Thank you all for taking such good care of me last year. I promise i will return in due time. but for now im going to be on a small Hiatus.

I will be slightly active, possibly answering asks or interacting through chat, but i am unlikely to be posting. <3

Please take care of yourselves and pay attention to your loved ones, you never know who might be in need of help.

I am honestly so proud to be an American this week.

Any dictatorship can have a parade of police officers and soldiers. Fascist regimes always have flying flags and glorious salutes. Empires are crowned with fancy parties and monarchies are constantly portrayed with throngs of eager citizens jostling to catch a glimpse of their ruler.

But this week, we will see a true display of national pride, an American display of national pride:



The freedom to do things other than pay attention to your ruler when he demands it.

It’s going to be a day to remember.

Am I the only one low key bitter that we could barely see the malec kiss because of the lighting? Like come on you can’t even see them kiss it’s just Magnus’s for head and then from there down just darkness

To all the people who have started sending me questions about Christianity and things relating to faith:

First of all, each of your messages has warmed my heart and I’m so glad to hear from all of you.

Second, I will answer you all, but if you have any further questions on the matter, I highly recommend you send them in to @takeabreathandsmile where I can answer them more frequently and more in depth!

I don’t mind answering them here, not in the least. But I have to space them out when I do, because this is primarily an art blog, not an askblog. Organization and all that.

Also, if any of you are willing to sit awhile and talk with me off anon, we can go to messenger and have a proper conversation! This should really be a dialogue, not a monologue (credit to Greg Laurie for that line). I don’t want to just preach, I’m not terribly skilled at that. Let’s talk. <3

Okay, that’s all I wanted to say, thanks for reading.

God bless!