him and his tiny self

  • Christine: The Phantom of the Opera is real and he is my teacher!
  • Meg: The Phantom of the Opera is real and he is terrifying!
  • Managers: The Phantom of the Opera is not real but there is definitely some real person being terrifying!
  • Carlotta: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS GOING TO GET HIS ASS BEAT THAT'S WHAT HE IS WHERE IS HE I WILL IMMEDIATELY FIGHT HIM

anonymous asked:

on a sweet note, what if the game ended with boris and the others getting through to bendy and he just melts into this little tiny bendy self as his friends give him hugs, and then when henry's about to leave, bendy runs and hugs his leg, and the game ends with you picking him up and just saying. 'You're okay now bendy....you're okay.'

AND WE ARE STILL IN DENIAL, FOLKS

Let’s talk about the “pep talks” in CACW - Steve and Wanda’s chat in her room and Tony and Peter’s chat in his room.

I see folks talk about the mentoring parallels, or even suggest that the talks are identical. I DON’T see anybody talk about the key, crucial difference between them.

One of the mentors was talking about sustainability, and one of them never talks about it.

Look. Superheroes are just like any other caregivers: counselors, social workers, nurses, paramedics. If they’re gonna address what taking care of other people is really like, they’ve got to figure out what’s sustainable for them… not just physically but emotionally and mentally. Caregiving is brutal fucking work. Burnout and compassion fatigue and spiritual damage are always hovering close.

Steve is engaging Wanda directly on the issue of sustainability - specifically on the issue of limitations. Not being destroyed by one’s mistakes. Acknowledging the fact that one person can’t always protect everybody, it’s impossible.  “If we can’t find a way to live with that, next time maybe nobody gets saved.” Steve is sharing his hard won understanding of what works for him… when he loses somebody on his watch, he pushes past his own guilt and grief because there’s somebody else out there who might be helped by his future actions. He is still capable of good. He focuses on them to keep going.

I won’t call stoic soldier Steve a paragon of flexible mental health… but here he has great wisdom. He has humility, and that’s the key. He can admit that he failed, and accept it, and know that he still has gifts that help others. That’s something he knows deep in his bones. This humility allows him to collaborate well with others so that individual, personal limitations are better compensated for.

In the other scene, Tony listens to Peter reflect back to him exactly how Tony feels about being a superhero - saving the world is entirely up to him. The language may sound parallel to Steve’s, but in reality its meaning is completely different. “When the bad things happen, they happen because of you,“ Peter says. Now that some event has given Peter his hero identity (and ever since Tony got his, way back), evil and tragedy is now entirely about them. It’s about their ability to stop it. They are defined by their failures. This is in no way sustainable.

This is built on an immature narcissism that can be grown out of. Peter is a sweet kid who takes on too much. Hopefully he’ll grow past this soon. Tony hasn’t gotten there yet. Tony still has no ability to face his own limitations with any peace. This has been his trajectory for a while and we are watching him crumble because of it. His panic attacks about it overwhelm him and he won’t get help. He has been comprehending the depth of possible threats for years but has only ever conceptualized the solution coming from him and his tiny self alone. So, since he thinks the solution must come from him, he sees his own limits as betraying the whole world, and refuses to acknowledge or address them. He doesn’t know how to truly collaborate with anybody else. Despite being surrounding by compassionate, gifted people, Tony puts it all on his own shoulders, and so he finds only inadequate solutions.

Tony unilaterally leaps at the Accords partly because of this issue - because he intuits that they somehow address limitation, and he craves some resolution to this pain he’s in. But he still doesn’t do the work. He doesn’t look at ALL the consequences and the structure of the Accords. He still won’t let go of the narcissism that underpins every decision he makes. He hears Peter reflect that youthful short-sightedness back to him and he has no wisdom to offer to counterbalance it.

Steve imparts practical guidance to a young Wanda struggling with her own gifts and limits. Tony sees in Peter a kindred spirit at about the same level of emotional maturity.

anonymous asked:

Hi! i just binge-read like all of your winter iron stuff, and while I loved them, i especially loved your kid-fics, like the one where tony and Bucky are dads and the one were Bucky gets shrunk and attaches to Tony. Do you think you could do one where the reverse happens, and Tony and maybe everyone but Bucky shrinks, and Bucky has to take care of them but he's really overwhelmed and tiny Tony makes it better cuz he imprints on Bucky like Bucky did?

I’m really sorry this too so long, anon! It’s short and probably not quite what you had in mind, but…


“No, nuh-uh, don’t you dare hang up on - Fury? Fury?!” Bucky yelled futily into the phone. Fury, having disconnected the call, did not of course answer.

Snarling, Bucky very nearly threw his phone into the wall, but a tiny tug on his pant leg - as well as a gurgle from the infant in his arms - made him think better of it.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky adjusted his hold on baby Steve, then addressed the child who was still tugging on his leg. “Yes, Tony?” he asked, doing his best to keep his frustration out of his voice.

Tony - who couldn’t have been more than four or five - fidgeted nervously, then raised his arms. “Hug?” he offered shyly, eyes wide and hopeful.

Bucky bit his lip - the sight of his boyfriend’s tiny self offering him a hug making him want to cry a little - then crouched down to Tony’s level. “You want a hug?” he asked, carefully rearranging Steve when the baby started to pitch sideways.

Tony shook his head, eyes going impossibly wider. “N-no… I th-thought… maybe you want a hug?” he asked, looking unsure of himself. “Hugs are nice when you’re up-upset. Do you not want…?”

It was too much. Barely choking down the ‘aww’ that wanted to escape his throat, Bucky wrapped his free arm around Tony and hugged him close.

“No, sweetheart. I’ll always want hugs from you,” Bucky assured, kissing the top of Tony’s head, and then Steve’s for good measure.

Tony beamed up at him in delight, then wrapped his little arms around Bucky’s neck and kissed the side of Steve’s head, too.

Steve gurgled happily and tapped Tony’s face, giving him a gummy little grin.

Bucky sighed, the tension that had been building since that damn baby bomb had gone off draining from his shoulders.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad. He could do this. He could totally -

Another little hand tapped his back. Bucky turned around as best he could while crouched down and holding both Tony and Steve, and found Sam staring back at him.

“Bruce pooped,” Sam said, his tiny nose wrinkled. “And Thor’s trying ta put Natasha into the dishwasher.”

Bucky was going to kill Fury.

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anonymous asked:

Please please pleaseeeeee a little drabble about the baby bots? Love your works! :3

Baby Bots? Well here you go…

Referring and inspired by this post


“Good morning Sir.”

Tony’s eyes snapped open at the familiar voice that seemed to be a lot closer than usually and sounding a lot less electronic. It took a second for his eyes to focus in on a tall man standing above him. Said man had the lightest shade of blue eyes he had ever seen, lighter than the sky on a quiet fall day. The next thing he noticed was the light blonde hair that seemed to spike out over his hairline. His hair wasn’t long but it there was just enough extra to not be considered a buzz cut.

But from what little he could see of the man above him, aside from his ridiculously straight (perfect) facial structure and flawless pale skin, he had no idea who this stranger was…

“Sir.”

He blinked, “JARVIS?”

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MTMTE#40: Tailgate, Cyclonus, Getaway

There’s a lot of speculation and theories being batted around following the release of #40, so I’m not at all surprised to see one paricular set of interactions falling under the radar in light of these.

I’m talking about: what is Getaway doing with Tailgate?

Getaway takes Tailgate to Mirage’s new bar, and even though we only get a single page between the two of them, it’s filled with material to analyze. We see Getaway trying to ‘comfort’ Tailgate after telling the bragging minibot what Cyclonus seems to actually think about him and has been said behind his back. Cyclonus and Tailgate’s relationship has already been quite solidly analyzed and established in canon and fan discourse, so I won’t go deeper except to point out a couple things.

Getaway informs Tailgate that Cyclonus has been basically gossiping to the other bot about Tailgate’s emotional state on his deathbed, and Tailgate is absolutely crushed because Cyclonus “promised he wouldn’t tell”. Given what we know and speculate about Cyclonus’ character (honor being a huge driving factor), this should have been a huge red flag for anyone paying attention. Cyclonus likes the minibot. Period. Proof positive in that he actually spends time with the little guy (#13, Cybertronian Homesick Blues). Tailgate’s reaction while he was dying is easy enough to guess at: he’s prone to panicking and easily excitable, and though a braggart feels he still has to prove himself in the eyes of the ones he respects the most. Cue a lucky, and spot on, guess from Getaway to begin compromising Tailgate’s relationship with Cyclonus. And immediately after doing that? Getaway starts pouring Tailgate another drink despite his protest.

Getaway has been friendly with the minibot from the get-go (#30, World, Shut Your Mouth Part 3: Predestination: A Beginner’s Guide), complimenting him, stroking his tiny ego and self worth, and getting lots of engex into him in the process. In the real world, these would all be hugely worrying red flags for a relationship. A new friend who seems to totally get you, is always quick to praise you, telling you out of concern for your emotional well being things they heard from your other very good friend and gosh they just wanted to make sure you knew, right? Here, I’m here for you, have a little more, you’ll feel better.


Getaway also takes time to hang out with Tailgate, which must absolutely thrill the minibot because gosh, people like me! We’re having fun, they want to be around me! When you have the self-worth issues Tailgate does, this is a huge thing. Having friends is great, and Tailgate is very good at making friends, but Cyclonus seems to be the friend he most looks up to and admires, probably for how very different they are. Getaway zeroes in on this insecurity and tries to foster a deeper connection based on him and Tailgate being the same kind of person, and much more compatible than Tailgate and Cyclonus.

The question remains: Getaway is either a really shitty, gossipy friend, or he’s up to something and for some reason wants to drive a wedge between Tailgate and Cyclonus.

Makes You Feel Insecure. Part 2. (Muke - 2/4.)

Requested - Yes. 

Prompt - His apology for making you feel insecure.

Warning - This may contain cute apologies that might make give everyone a case of feels.

Words - Varies.

Requests?

Part 1. 

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anonymous asked:

You brought this upon yourself, but daddy!ashton and baby girl Irwin spending the day together because they've missed each other so much and she just does not want to fall asleep because she's afraid he's gonna be gone on when she wakes up

oH MY GOD I’M SO SAD THERE ARE TEARS IN MY FUCKING EYES RIGHT NOW WOW WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF FUCK I HAVE SUCH INTENSE FEELINGS FOR ASHTON TODAY FUCK FUCK FUCK

daddy!ashton going all out with planning a super fun day for baby girl irwin because it’s been so so so long since he’s last saw her due to touring so he takes her to all these cool places and buys her all this stuff that he knows she doesn’t need and knows that you’ll scold him for buying because baby girl irwin already has three of whatever ashton’s bought her but he can’t help but feel the need to spoil his little girl because he’s missing out on her growing up because of his career and although he loves what he does as well as all his fans so so much, he hates the consequences that come with being internationally famous and he hates having to be away from his daughter and you for such long periods of time so he feels like it’s the least he can do and at the end of the day, baby girl irwin is so close to falling asleep but every time she feels her little eyes begin to shut, she forces them open and ashton is half laying on her little princess bed which is all sorts of shades of pink as such, with a frown on his face as he strokes her hair and tells her ‘go to sleep, sweetheart’ but she just shakes her head of little golden blonde curls before clutching at his shirt with her tiny hands and she honestly has the saddest look on her face because she’s so afraid that he’ll be gone again when she wakes up and when a very concerned daddy!ashton asks her “what’s wrong?” she tells him only for ashton to pull her tiny self into his arms, holding her close as he releases a soft sigh, his head shaking slightly before he mumbles quietly “i’m not going anywhere for a while, princess” and so to make baby girl irwin feel a little more reassured, ashton promises to not leave her side for the remainder of the night and he doesn’t, but you do find him half hanging off her bed the next morning, sleeping in an awkward position but both sleeping soundly

When I  asked for doodle ideas last week, pyladespunk suggested “ the tiniest Enjolras you can possibly imagine.” I thought Enjolras might be a little lonely on his own tiny self, so I gave him Jehan for a companion (because if there’s anyone who would willingly be shrunk down for the sake of a friend, it’s probably him), and then I started thinking about housing arrangements …. Things may have gone a little downhill from there.

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Spoiler: nobody benches anybody in this part. Second spoiler: but you get both Dickens AND Amanda. And things are considered, and actions are taken, and we will just see how it all shakes out. Earlier things and actions: amatterofcomplication’s masterpost, as always, plus part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, and part 5.

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Helena has had the note from Artie near her, at the bookstore till, on her desk in the apartment, on the long table in the restoration room, for almost a week. It is an extremely sweet note, very similar in the meticulousness of its wording to the one he sent her, after. She had never thought of Artie as a person of great tact, but he surprised her then, and he has surprised her, now, again, by inviting her so delicately to his wedding to Vanessa Calder. He says that he will completely understand if she would prefer not to be reminded of that part of her life, but he has such fond memories of their time working together. And Vanessa does as well, of course, and would so love to see Helena again, on such a happy occasion, one that he has been so foolish to delay for so long because of doubts and uncertainties.

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Winter Boo Bear Luvs His Kutong Lupa

Once his brains were less “scrambled eggs,” as he put it and he was fairly on the right side of sane, Bucky Barnes took to writing.

Turns out, he’s good at it.  

Hilariously, the first book he manages to sell is a romance novel - The Hawk and the Widow was written entirely tongue in cheek and certainly not based on any birdbrains or spiders of his acquaintance - nope nope nope.  It’s a romance set during the French Revolution, a creative tapdance into history with a dash of The Scarlet Pimpernel thrown into it.  The deviation from the standard bodice ripper tropes and a heroine who’s definitely not the standard “sweet, innocent but spirited ingenue” make it a best seller. 

The fact that she actually enjoyed reading it was the sole reason why Natasha did not actually use the book to brain him.  Hey, he’d already suffered enough brain damage for one lifetime and more, right? So the Black Widow spared “J.B. Winters” so he could write more books.  

Also, the book also got released with some additional interior art from the equally unconventional artist who did the cover of his book.  Pepper was his publisher, editor and his agent and she cackled gleefully when Bucky asked who it was but refused to say anything.  “Let me keep my secret a little while longer, Winter Boo Bear.”

Winter. Boo. Bear.

So, Salt and Pepper was totally not written in revenge for that, in which a true intrepid, terrifyingly competent heroine who did not resemble Pepper Potts in any way, shape or form, had adventures with a mad Frankenstein-like scientist who was totally not Tony Stark.  Adventures being that she tried to keep him from blowing up half the Swiss Alps with his crazy experiments while dealing with a shadowy Evil Organization bent on world domination.

Yeah, this was going to be a theme with his books.  The fact that “J.B. Winters” is looking forward to new and creative ways to foist the evil plans of said Shadowy Evil Organization is really not Bucky working through his issues with HYDRA, even though in real life, he’d already taken immense pleasure in hunting them down and eradicating every last head he could find. 

Yeah.  It’s all just fiction, folks.

So this third book - this is giving him trouble.  Because it was actually being written from the point of view of the tiny, bitty but impossibly brave hero, who had his loyal best friend and now, of course, had a lovely, equally brave and competent lady who was meant to be his love interest. 

His characters were not cooperating with him. 

Said brave, competent, crack shot lady heroine seemed to constantly get into situations in which she was going to push Bitty Hero and BFF together, come hell or high water and nope, Bucky was not imagining Peggy Carter, now at peace, giggling at him from wherever she was.  And yelling at him for not admitting he’d been “arse over tit” for a certain Steven Grant Rogers for the better part of seventy fucking years.  

She had better be in Heaven or Paradise or Bucky was going to have a Serious Discussion with Whoever was in charge of these things. 

Still. 

Pepper had his initial drafts - which wasn’t the norm, to be honest, but it was always good to have her feedback and her mysterious artist needed the inspiration to get going on the next cover. 

“Love triangle?” Pepper ventured, although she sounded tentative about it and her nose wrinkled even as she thought about it more.

“Christ, no,” Bucky grumbled.  “I swear I ain’t using any tired old love triangles in my books, especially where the two fellas end up getting all tragical over the lovely dame.”

Pepper raised a brow. “I’d think it would be the BFF and Lady Caroline getting all ‘tragical’, as you put it, over Grant himself.”

Bucky blinked.

“That is what you’re going for here, right?" 

And then, Bucky spots what was apparently an early draft for his book cover but apparently, the artist had a sense of humor and actually went for the typical bodice ripper set-up this time around.  Except that the artist’s rendition of Grant was looking up soulfully into the blue eyes of his built like a you-know-what Best Friend, held passionately in his arms.  There was a joke title too - because Bucky was stuck on the title as well. 

Winter Boo Bear Loves His Bitty Punk.

Pepper smirked.  "Yeah, he’s seeing it too.”

And then it hit Bucky, because, of course, who else was his artist-illustrator going to be?

Well shit. 

No, his knees totally did not give out and Bucky totally did not sink back down on the soft couch in Pepper’s office. 

“I’m that obvious, huh?”

She patted him on the arm.  It was the metal arm but Stark Industries had done wonders with his new arm, as far as sensitivity went. 

“If it helps, Steve is just as equally terrified as you are.  Because, you know, I’ve seen this before, what with all the pining and the whole 'I’d be happy to have him in my life in whatever way he wants to be’ thing you both have going on.  And I think Peggy saw it too.”

Bucky tried not to blush but failed.  God damn it. 

“Lady Caroline is not Peggy.”

“Of course not.”

“And his rendition of 'Grant’ needs a little work.  He never was good at self-portraits.  Thinks he ain’t all that, no matter how many times I tell him he’s one fine looking specimen of a fella, bitty or big.”

“I think he would appreciate the feedback.  Go get him, Winter Boo Bear.”

So Bucky went and had a very long talk with one Steven Grant Rogers, in which long-overdue mutual confessions were made, as well as an enjoyable argument over the fact that Bucky was hopelessly gone on him like the sap he was, whether he was his original tiny self or now that he was a big lunkhead. 

Either way, he was still Bucky’s punk.  And Bucky was still very much Steve’s jerk although according to Steve, “sweetheart” sounded a lot better and he was prepared to keep on arguing with Bucky if he ever thought he wasn’t “good enough” for Steve.  There was no faster way to rouse that Irish firecracker temper.  

“You’re my hero, James Buchanan Barnes - and a good man.  Don’t you forget it.”

“Yessir, Captain sir - ” would have been Bucky’s response, except he got pounced and loved on by one enthusiastic super soldier and he was totally undone by the purring and the nuzzling and the fact that he had a distracting view to contend with, once Steve had managed to get his shirt off.  Bucky’s own shirt suddenly disappeared in short order.  So did his pants, for that matter. 

Later, Steve graciously accepted Bucky’s comments on his rendition of “Grant” and presented him with a better cover.

In the meantime, Bucky went back to rewrite his new novel and this time, Grant ended up in the arms of his beloved Soldier, with Lady Caroline managing to knock some sense into both of them in a manner that would have made her inspiration, Peggy Carter, quite proud. 

Extensive “research” with Steve made the love scenes in the book especially good but according to the feedback he’d gotten from Pepper and the rest of the SHIELD folks who were reading the J.B. Winters novels, they blushed more at the “domestic fluff” moments between Grant and his beloved Nicholas. 

And yes, The Bear and the Dragon actually outsold the earlier two books.  Steve had pouted when he learned Winter Boo Bear Loves His Bitty Punk wasn’t going to pass muster but he’d ruefully accepted it once Bucky kissed the pout away. 

Bucky’s currently thinking of ideas for his next book.  The Dove and the Falcon might be a good working title…

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Note:  maeglinstark totally gets the blame for the title of this ficlet.  He even embroidered it on sheets and everything.  :P 

Steve Rogers is a true Kutong Lupa and will always be the Kutong Lupa of my heart. 

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M!A: Muse is five years old for one day.

Saying that Ryan was annoyed would an understatement. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to shrink to a person less than half the size of him, with no skills, no coordination, or even a fluent dialect.

His tiny self huffed as he pulled the large clothes that dwarfed him close. He had been in the bathroom when it happened, and now his teeny stature could no longer reach the top lock on the door. He banged his little hands on it. “Help!” He cried in a shrill voice. “I can’t owpen the door! Pwease!”