Tony “who says yay when he finds a secret door” Stark

Tony “elevators not worthy” Stark

Tony “hopeful that all the avengers will stay for the party” Stark

Tony “getting really attached to the team” Stark

Tony “do I get to rule Asgard?” Stark

Tony “pretend flirting but totally meaning it with Rhodey” Stark

Tony “I’m not the boss, I just pay for everything, make everyone look cooler, etc which he totally does because he cares” Stark

Tony “bragging about how boss Pepper is” Stark

Tony “is making medical advances” Stark

Tony “calling himself old man” Stark

Tony “don’t take from my pile” Stark

Tony “willingly going to fix Clint’s tractor” Stark

Tony “caring for friends so much he’d build something to keep them safe” Stark

Tony “making jokes in horrible times to ease the tension” Stark

Tony “giving up JARVIS because he thinks that’ll save the world” Stark

Tony “has anxiety, PTSD, and he’s still in the game” Stark

Tony “telling Bruce to take a stand not to be rude but because Bruce doesn’t have to bow down to anybody” Stark

Tony “I’m not the same man as before” Stark

Tony “going from war profit to saving the world because he thinks it’s what he was destined to do, even though he’s just a civilian, no super powers, just because he damn wants to, he’s gotten so far and become such a better person but no one really sees that over his mistakes” Stark

Tony “isn’t the same man as before, because he’s so much better” Stark

Tony fucking Stark

I saw Cristiano today(that photo is taken by me), we waited for him at the hotel, when Portugal NT returned from training we started screaming and chanting Cristiano’s name. I only wanted glance at him, nothing more. But as soon as Cris got off the bus, he went to our direction. Fans’ reaction(and mine too of course) was so strong that all those things that kept us from him were broken.(sorry I don’t know what it is called in English). Guard and policeman stopped him, but Cris told them to move out and came to us, even though he was UNPROTECTED(you can see two men on the photo, but they were just standing there and if anyone had wanted to hurt him, well, they would have done it freely). But still, he didn’t ignore us, gave autographs, hugged fans, only he came to us, he appreciated our love and respect towards him. He could have said or thought ‘’screw them’’ I’m gonna just wave my hand and they’ll be happy. No. He appreciated the fact that in such a small country, he still has so many fans. Even though he showed us his gratitude, I’m the one who’s so grateful to him. Thank you Cristiano for being such a wonderful human being!

P.S. Oh, I forgot, fans were screaming so much that he did that “calma calma’’. 

so, john watson:

instead of “not gay” the times after the first he could easily have said “i’m straight”

but he didn’t

instead of “we’re not a couple” he could easily have said “we’re just friends, we’re not in love”

but he didn’t

instead of “sherlock was not my boyfriend” he could easily have said “i was never in love with sherlock”

but he didn’t

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could help me find a short story you had recommended a long time ago, about a boy named Elliot who goes to a magical world and isn't very impressed by what he finds at first. He ends up friends with an elf girl and the "golden boy" of the world whose names I can't remember for the life of me.

The Turn Of The Story!  it’s not actually a SHORT story, which is great because what it is is a REALLY GOOD story, and those you want to be long. here is a bit to encourage everyone to read it because i love this story so much. 

She was tall, slim and strong-looking as a young birch tree, and as she turned her long dark hair spun out in the steadily blowing wind. It formed a trail of darkness, touched by autumn leaves twined around her tresses: her pale face stood out in sharp relief, and so did the pearl-pale curling points of her ears.

This was an elf maiden.

This was, bar none, the coolest person Elliot had ever seen.

Elliot only had to look at her solemn face for one long moment, robbed of breath by both the wind and her beauty, and he knew. This was love: not the passing fancy he’d felt for Miss Tolliver his music teacher (in which he’d become confused by having a good relationship with an authority figure), or Simon Bae (confused by admiration for his skill in their shared art project) or Clare Winters (the guidance counselor had approved and hadn’t said Elliot was confused, but Clare had turned out to only understand a quarter of Elliot’s jokes so she’d been confused all the time).

Elliot wasn’t confused now, looking into those clear eyes, at once dark and bright like pools in a deep forest.

He tried to collect himself. Now was no time to stare like a hypnotized sheep.

Now was the time to woo.