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SO I WROTE THE ANGST (which u can find here if u want) AND. DIED A LITTLE BIT INSIDE. But,,, it’s his birthday,,, I can’t just write angst,,, so… *throws fluff in your face*


“Morning, beautiful,”


Tony squinted, rolling a little further into the warm embrace that he knew was Steve’s arms and groaning softly. “No. Too early. Call back in an hour.”

Steve laughed, lips brushing softly over Tony’s hair. “It’s 11. I’ve been lying in for 3 hours, now.”

Tony smiled, kissing Steve’s chest as he did so. “Have you just been lying there watching me this whole time? Pervert,”

“Guilty,” was all Steve said, before rolling himself on top of Tony, elbows resting against the bed to stop his weight from crushing into Tony’s arc reactor. He leaned down a little, kissing Tony’s nose. “Happy birthday, darling,”

Tony paused, brow furrowing for a moment before it dawned on him. “You remembered my birthday?”

Steve shot him a look, part frown, part fond exasperation as he kissed Tony again. “We go through this every year, babe. Yes, I remembered your birthday. I’m slightly offended that you thought I wouldn’t, to be honest.”

Tony shrugged, pouting a little as he arched up into Steve’s touch, hands wrapping around his neck and mouth finding Steve’s. “Does this mean,” he whispered in between kisses, “crazy morning s-”

“Nope,” Steve interrupted, pushing Tony’s hips back on to the bed before rolling off him, grinning cheekily, because he was a motherfucking tease, “There’s food cooking- and the team said they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

Tony groaned, sprawling out on the sheets ad smushing his face further into the pillows. “But it’s my birthday-”

“And the team are going to come barging up here with pitchforks unless we hurry up,” Steve interrupted, throwing on a shirt and smiling as he crossed the room and jumped back on the bed, crawling over to Tony and covering his face with kisses, despite the man’s giggling protests.

“Steve, stop it, I thought we needed to h-h-hurry!” Tony wheezed, as Steve dug into his ribs and tickled, mouth moving across Tony’s face and strategically, covering every area he could find.

Steve paused, nipping Tony’s ear lightly before sitting up and sitting on his knees, still beaming. “Correct. Let’s go, Stark, get a move on, we don’t have all day- you’ve already spent half of it asleep.”

Tony groaned again, but allowed Steve to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up. He took the opportunity to slide his arms around Steve’s shoulders again, mouth on the other man’s neck. “Are you very sure we can’t just-”

“I’m not going to let you tempt me, Tony,” Steve said, biting his lip and unwrapping Tony from his neck. It looked like he was having a tough time believing his own words, but he kept firm, yanking them both up into standing and then maneuvering Tony until he was facing the direction of his wardrobe. “We will definitely be coming back to that later, though.”

“I’m counting on it,” Tony said, pulling out some comfy clothes from the bottom of his wardrobe and throwing them on. “By the way you’re talking, I’m guessing you’ve got plans for me.”

Steve nodded, watching Tony dress. “Yep.”

“Care to give me a hint?”

“Nope.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve excessive amounts of peril, I’m good. Medium amounts of peril are fine, though. Also no nudity on Clint’s part.”

Steve paused, but altogether he didn’t seem that shocked by Tony’s wishes, which said something about their lives, really. “I told Clint explicitly that no clothes were to be removed, don’t worry. As for the peril, I’m pretty sure there will be none. Although, you know, I can’t exactly promise that.”

Tony just shrugged, walking over to where Steve was sat on the bed and slotting himself between his knees. “Eh, that was pushing it anyway.”

Steve laughed, taking Tony’s hands and kissing the palms, before wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist and pulling him in, pressing his face to Tony’s stomach. “Happy birthday,” he said again.

Tony stroked his fingers through Steve’s hair, shutting his eyes and letting the sound of Steve’s breathing take over. 


Well. For about three seconds, anyway. After that, their moment of peace was rudely interrupted by four other people as they kicked the door open and piled in.


Tony sighed as he was rounded on and pulled away from Steve, who was just sitting there with a fond smile and a twinkle in his eye. The team had a very thorough hold on him, so there wasn’t much point in trying to fight them off. He just let them haul him up and carry him down the stairs, while Steve laughed and trailed along behind him.

“Which one of you creeps is feeling my ass?” He yelled.

“Apologies, Tony, there is no other space to hold,” Thor said, giving him a look that meant there were plenty of other spaces to hold, he was just a little shit.


Once they’d kidnapped him, it didn’t take long for all of them to end up in the communal kitchen, dropping Tony gently on the table and then pressing a mug of coffee immediately into his hands.

“Thanks Brucie,” he said, because it was only Bruce who knew how to make coffee just right- everyone else had yet to learn the art.

“Right! When do we get to do presents?” Clint asked the room, clapping his hands and then slow-motion punching Tony in the face, because he was a five-year-old.

“No time like the present,” Natasha shrugged, and then paused, eyes widening a little. “That… that was not a pun. If any of you mention that ever again I’ll break your fingers.”

Tony laughed, and Natasha saw, but she just rolled her eyes and smiled a little, squeezing his arm. “We had a long think about what to get you this year- it was kinda difficult, as always, to buy anything for you, considering the fact you are a billionaire and can therefore buy anything you so desire.”

“So we were like- what do you do for a guy who has everything?” Clint cut in theatrically, before whipping an envelope out of his pocket and grinning. “Why, you do him favors, of course.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, as he took the envelope from Clint’s hands. “This better not implode upon opening-”

“I can vouch for Clint, don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning on the counter opposite Tony and smiling. “No explosions.”

Tony nodded, and ripped open the envelope. Inside, there were three strips of paper, with hand-written sentences in the middle of them. He furrowed his brow curiously as he removed them, reading them quickly.

5 free passes to the TV, even when I’m watching it, because it seems 80% of all our fights stem from arguments over who wants what.

1 team-up against Natasha. Only one. She’s scary and will kill us both if we do it any more than that.

5 ‘leave me the fuck alone’ opportunities. You invoke this slip and say those words, and I’m gone, no questions asked.

Tony looked up, confused. “What the hell does this mean?”

“It means,” Clint rolled his eyes and hopped on the table next to Tony, “that these are favors you can ask- no arguments allowed- of me, contractually signed and agreed upon. Only for the amount of times it says on the slip, though, I’m not that easy.”

Tony stared at them for another few seconds, before a smile broke out on his face, and he looked at Clint, eyes sparkling. “Thank you. I’m going to savor the fuck out of these for years, you know. Save them for special occasions. Or maybe I’ll do them all at once, and make you my slave for the day.”

Clint frowned, but Tony pulled him into a hug and then let go, turning to Natasha as she held out an envelope of her own. “Wait- you’ve all done this?”

“Yes. Decided to switch things up for a change, you know?” She explained, shoving her present into his hands and then turning away to grab some food. Tony knew she didn’t like her kindness being acknowledged, but when Tony read her slips, he jumped off the table and pulled her into a tight hug anyway, which she luckily returned.


One by one, he received all the favors off each teammate- from ‘will let you ride on the Great Stallion of Asgard through the meadows of Gold’ from Thor to ‘I’ll get you coffee whenever you ask for a whole month’ from Bruce.


It was perfect and thoughtful and by the time he got around to Steve’s envelope, he was already feeling pretty emotional.


Smiling, he opened the letter and pulled out its contents. There were three slips, the same as everyone else, and Steve had bordered them with little cartoon drawings of the whole team. It looked adorable,,and Tony grinned up at Steve, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss before he continued.

The whole team were positively beaming, and everyone seemed to have forgotten how to stand still- even Steve was fiddling with his hands as Tony read through the first note.

I’ll grow a beard on three different occasions for a month- I know how much you want to see it on me.

Tony laughed, imagining clean-cut, lovely Steve with a scruffy lumberjack beard. “Yeah, I’m using the first one right now. No shaving for a month, baby.”

Steve laughed nervously as Tony continued.

You can order to me get to bed if I’m in a shitty mood and still working at the gym. 10 times, non-negotiable on my side.

Tony smiled softly, nodding his head. “That sure will come in useful. Thank you, Steve.”

At this point, the entire room was pretty much vibrating on the spot, and Tony was a little nervous as to what the last one was going to be. He looked at Steve curiously, eyebrow raised, and Steve just nodded at the last slip, biting his lip.

Curious and a little excited, Tony read through the last line.



This one isn’t so much doing a favor for you as it is me, but- you’d make the happiest man in the galaxy if you would let me have the honor of spending the rest of my life with you, as your husband. If you’ll have me. Unlimited offer.



Tony stared at the words for a long time. When he looked up, Steve was on one knee, and there was a ring held between his fingers.


He raised an eyebrow, scarlet in the face. His hand was shaking a little, but there was the same determined look in his eyes that he kept for battles.

Like Tony agreeing was ever going to be a battle.


“Oh my god. Yes. Holy shit, yes, Steve.”


The room erupted in yells and cheers, and Steve’s eyes widened in shock as Tony jumped off the table and slid down until he was able to throw himself at Steve, burying his face in the other mans shoulder and gripping the fabric of his shirt so tight his knuckles were white. “Yes, yes, yes, holy shit, I love you Steve, yes-”

Steve kissed him, cutting off the ramble, but they had to stop when both of them began laughing uncontrollably. Steve looked down at Tony, wiping the tear tracks off his cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down and kissing him again. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And I’m going to be the best husband you could ever hope for, Tony Stark. I promise.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment it seemed Thor lost patience and tackled them both to the floor, hugging them tight enough to bruise. Not that Tony gave a damn, mind.


He was marrying Steve. 


“Group hug!” The God yelled, and Steve was laughing, tears still in his eyes as he rolled Tony into his arms and leaned over him, making sure he wasn’t crushed as four other superheroes launched themselves on top of them, whooping and yelling and (In Clint’s case, anyway) removing their shirts to swing them like lassos.

Tony felt like he was dreaming. Like he was floating on a level of euphoria that anyone else had yet to reach.


He was marrying Steve.


“Clint, what did we say about keeping our clothes on?” Someone groaned, and Tony could feel the vibrations of Steve laughing on top of him, his face crinkled and smiling from ear to ear.


He was marrying Steve.


“Happy fucking birthday,” He said to himself, stealing a kiss before the whole pile rolled and fell down the set of stairs that lead to the living room.

anonymous asked:

What do you wish you had First-Year during move-in, and what did you wish that you left at home? I'm trying to pack/shop and I'm finding it super overwhelming!

WOW. It’s almost a year since I moved into college. Dang time flies. Anyways, I made a quick compilation of things I wish I brought/wish I
didn’t bring.

DISCLAIMER: This list will vary for your different colleges you all are going to. Of course, you can tweak this list to your needs and this list should not be set in stone! For my college, we have free printing and irons provided in the laundry room, and we are not allowed to loft beds or use nails (so therefore I did not bring a toolkit), and we did not have access to cable, so check with your college to see what is available at your school!

Things I wish I brought with me during move in day (obviously other than essentials)

  1. Duct tape/packing tape: holy shat this is vry important and you will need this.  I didn’t have enough so it was a real struggle, but it’s really important so that my plastic shelves would stay in place and so I could tape all my wires to the walls so they will stay hidden. Also later on, if something falls apart, that tape fixes all.  Also YOU WILL NEED DIS MOVING OUT NIGHT FOR SURE. 
  2. PAPER TOWELS/CLEANING SPRAY: Dorm rooms are very dust. Very gross. Bring it
  3. BUG SPRAY BUG SPRAY BUG SPRAY
  4. More snacks: I actually didn’t think about packing snacks, but I got REALLY hungry later that night. I remember that they provided meals that day but I was so nervous/anxious I didn’t eat any of the meals.  So after initiation (lol) that night, I was STARVING. Move in day is exhausting so make sure you have some food in your room. 
  5. Real obvi if ur a female, but tampons/pads. I completely forgot my stash at home, so I had to awkwardly ask a new person I met for the first time for a tampon, but it’s ok bcuz we are friends now, but still. And then I had to trek to CVS. 
  6. More extension cords. BRING AT LEAST 2. SO MANY WIREs AND PLUGS AND ELECTRICITY IF UR TECHNOLOGICAL AND SHIT
  7. Scissors: If you wanna make little signs/decorations for your room and make it all artsy fartsy bring scissors. And paper. Cute paper. BUT SCISSORS WILL MAKE INSTANT FRIENDS. 
  8. Sunglasses: I brought mine, but I want to STRESS how important it is to have them with you at all times. I wore mine all day to avoid awkward moments when people catch me staring at them. Also they always make you go outside move in day/ orientation so if u don’t wanna be squinting all the time bring them. Just bring them. 
  9. ID holder thingy (coinpurse or small plastic slot thing): You can either buy the plastic thing at the bookstore or bring your own coin purse. You actually don’t know how many people lose their student ids the first week. 
  10. SPEAKERS: IF YOU LIKE JAMMIN OUT THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. SOMETIMES LAPTOP SPEAKERS ARENT ENUF OK
  11. A nicer/dressier outfit: Move in day/move in week = a lot ceremonies at many colleges.
  12. Straight up ca$h money. Thank me later.
  13. I can’t really think of anything else so I’ll add later when I do think of more things, but if you want be to do an essential dorm packing list lmk via message. 

THINGS U DON”T RLY NEED WHATSOEVER JUS DONT BRING IT PLZ: (didn’t bring most of these items but my friends did and i wuz like wtf)

  1. TV: SORRY IM JUDGING BUT WHO THE HELL WATCHES TV NOWADAYS. AND IT’S A HASSLE TO STORE LATER OR GET RID OF. DONT BRING AND USE NETFLIX. SUCH A WASTE OF AIR.
  2. printer: that shit’s expensive to replace all the ink and stuff when it’s FREE at the lib. Srsly, spend your $$$ on something else. 
  3. Keurig: Just because everyone got one for their graduation presents doesn’t mean you need one. And your roommate will probably have one. 
  4. Tool kit: This one doesn’t even make sense but a lot of beauty gurus always stress how ESSENTIAL it is. No. never. Never did I regret not getting a toolkit. 
  5. Iron: wut.
  6. 10,000 pens/pencils (vry guilty of this) NOPE. Just ended up losing all of them or never opening packs. Just get a pack and be responsible. 
  7. Notebooks (vry guilty as well): For some reason, I thought that bringing 8 notebooks was reasonable???? Nope. Just bring 3 or 4. Something called laptops. 
  8. High heels: BOSTON COBBLESTONE+MY HEELS=NEVER AGAIN. Just bring a pair and that’s it. 
  9. Bread: Don’t ask me why I thought it was a good idea to bring a loaf of bread??? 
  10. those little bath and body work plug in scent things: NO. YOUR ROOM IS SMALL SO POTENT SCENTS WILL CAUSE SUFFOCATION. RLY. SO BAD> 
  11. Absolute junk: don’t live in the past. Don’t be a hoarder and give up some things. Your room and your roommate will thank you. 
Wentworth 3x10 Rant  Franky + Fridget

This episode had me on a frikken emotional roller coaster! WHERE TO START?!
This was an All Franky episode. Such an amazing job, i don’t think I’ve seen so much character development in a long time! Pete ur brilliant! This is the beginning of Ferguson’s end.

Obviously Ferguson wanted Franky
a) Break down and fold for the murder
OR
b) Make Will loose it - Kill 2 birds with 1 stone

a) Franky moping the hallway where Meg died. Bringing back all those flashbacks and ofc Joan monitoring her like a hawk. Not gonna lie, when I saw Will … oh boy

Bae looked like Jesus with red hair when she was meditating xD

Next up Ferguson office:

Joan: That a problem?
Franky: D-does miss Westfall know?

ME: ………….’fans face cuz feels feels FEELS’

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Joan smiling… that’s not good… that’s NEVER GOOD….. Unless it’s with Vera?

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THE COFFEE SHOP 

Vera ur not meeting the devil, calm the fuck down.


Bridget walks in………


(Wide eyes has breathing problems’ L-LEATHER….)
‘Plays Lady Gaga - Bad Romance
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy’
(SOMEONE GIF THIS)

Vera: I owe you an apology…

NO SHIT SHERLOCK. WHERE IS THE WRITTEN APOLOGY SEALED BY THE POPE -.- !

Bridget’s look SASSY LIONESS ! (LIKE NO SHIT,small smirk and raised brows)  OMG! ‘weak needs wall for support’

Aaaaaand polite/cute Bridget is back :D

Woah, first time I’ve heard Vera JUST SAY Ferguson xD (SHIT IS GETTING REAL)

FINALLY CONNECTING THE DOTS. Bridget u genius you!

Vera: If I find proof, and I go to the board with it… Will you support me? (Awww little Vera :3 u adorable little)

Bridget: Absolutely…. BUT AFTER Franky Doyle’s parole has been granted. (Smile)

(OMFG ‘slides on the wall having a heart attack, tears forming’ I AM NOT OKEY) ( +The way she said Absolutely… LIBBY YOU )

Vera had a small smile and noded! (As if she understood, Bridget cares for Franky and wants her out! omg Vera ships it?!)


Vera: Yo-u are aware that Doyle’s hearing has been put forward?
Bridget: No I wasn’t?! (Bridget seems surprised and confused)
Vera: ‘shakes head -of course Ferguson-’ It’s tomorrow, 10am.
(THANK YOU VERA FOR TELLING HER! WE FORGIVE YOU FOR EP 9! )
Bridget: Is she ready? (Thinking probably; oh…shit. The way she asked though sounded so anxious :3 )
Vera: ‘Shakes head’ (Probably Idk or How can she in less than 24 hours?!)


OK Sophie… WHAT THE HELL?! To quote Franky; DAFQ?!

Ok Kim ur srsly starting to get on my nerves now.
Ur acting like a little kid.


“Pining after that shrink’ (Franky got piiiiseeeeeeeeeeeeeed)
Franky actually tried to give Kim some reasonable sense ‘Do not screw up your life because of me’ (And warning her about Bea) 


Kim planting drugs on Franky!? KIM YOU…

FIND THEM FRANKY!
FRIKKEN TOILET DOESN’T WORK?!


Bea and Maxine threatening Kim! GOOD! GO BEA! SMASH HER!


Ferguson has tea and biscuits….. ok…… (Shall I be mother… oh the irony)

Franky in the slot, swallowing drugs!? NO!

WILL RECEIVES THE PACKAGE AND LISTENS TO THE RECORDING!

BRIDGET ARRIVING IN ALL HER GLORY SMIRKING! LOL FERGUSON’S FACE! BRIDGET SITTING CLOSER TO INTIMIDATE HER! OMG U SASSY LIONESS YOU! LIKE A BOSS.


FRANKY ARRIVES! FRIDGET SMILE OMG OMG !!!!! That smile said it all - I’m here - I’m glad you’re here-  )

Bridget NEVER TOOK HER EYES OFF FRANKY, She smiles at Vera ! Franky looks at Bridget, but Ferguson is staring at her like a snake. Probably to intimidate her. But Bridget’s there. (Would have been awesome if Bridget came in a white suit tho xD just to emphasize u kno)

SHIIIT FRANKY CALM THE FUCK DOWN, SLOW DOWN. SHE IS HIGH AS A KITE!  

Notice how the lady at the parole hearing looks at Bridget (Maybe they know each other?!) They exchange a look and Bridget looks at Franky as in ‘go on, calm down’ Shit Franky…. the drugs….

Ferguson has that look….. Bridget seems to be leaning in as in she wants to get up to Franky! She swallows hard.
Franky:

I’m not gonna lie to ya…

Ferguson smirks (Thinking she will admit)
Bridget looks worried…. deep breath
As Franky goes on, Ferguson keeps a still posture, whilst Bridget rubs her fingers and looks down then at the parole board.

(Franky careful! Oh Ok Good you’re ok!)


Bridget’s statement… omg (How Franky looks at her, Ferguson is pissed)
Bridget u angel <3


Ferguson: No objection to parole your honor.
(OK WAIT WHAT?! WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?! ‘jaw dropped’ )


Bridget’s smile at Franky. <3
Oh Franky… SO CLOSE! Bridget again struggles looks like she is ready to jump in and she looks at Ferguson who is SMIRKING! And Bridget is breathing heavily again to calm herself? because the Governor needs to give the permission?! 
Bridget rubbed her back!



OMG LOOK AT THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT FERGUSON LIKE - YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS AND YOU WILL PAY!-

What if Bridget does something…


FRANKY AND WILL OMG

WAS THAT….FERGUSON SMIRKING AND PANTING?! OMG

WILL …… RESPECT (2nd character development)


OMG FERGUSON IT’S RAINING PENCILS IT’S MATRIX PEOPLE!!!!

THIS IS WHAT I SAW


KIM GETS THE SLOT….. WELL DONE BEA


OMG FRANKY AND LIZ . FINALLY! MY EMOTIONS!
YOU’VE DONE YOU’RE TIME HERE, AND YOU HAVE HAD A BIG CHANGE OF HEART AND MIND… AND THAT MAKES YOU WORTHY.
I’M IN A POOL OF TEARS!


Such an amazing episode, the last scene had me like. And my Fridget heart. Franky deserves parole now more than ever. I think she will get her happy ending with Bridget…  Fridget is love.