man this

anonymous asked:

idk probably the dude who invented Bubba Gump's. pretty sure his name was Bubba. shit if i know tbh

Nope, weirdly enough it was made by someone named “Gail” and someone named “Tim”.

Probably just wanted to utilize the infinitely superior “Bubba” to reel in the customers.

anonymous asked:

*inhales deeply* How the fUCK do you draw the little ruffle things on the Hamiltime clothes?? I CANT DO IT!!

More often than not I do the “i’m lazy as fuck & don’t want to actually deal w/ a cravat” cravat lmao

“You’re not going to believe this,” Steve said, trying not to sound like he was panicking, even though he absolutely was. This was a disaster.

The amused look fell from Tony’s face immediately, and Steve practically felt the weight of all his attention zeroing in on him. “What happened?” he asked immediately. Tony’s concern wasn’t exactly foreign, but Steve wasn’t sure he’d ever seen it directed at him this intensely outside of a battle situation. It made him feel strange, like he wanted to hug Tony, or be hugged by Tony, or something.

“Namor is going to announce we’re engaged,” Steve said, still not really believing the words. “Tonight. At dinner.”

Shock registered on Tony’s face before morphing into a glower. “You know, that guy has some serious boundary issues,” he said disapprovingly.

“You have no idea,” Steve said fervently. He made an impulsive decision: “I’m not going to the dinner.”

“Whoa, hang on, that’s not the way to handle this,” Tony insisted. His hand came up to rest on Steve’s arm, squeezing lightly, as his eyes locked on something just past Steve’s shoulder. It was the look he got when he was considering and discarding a dozen options at once. Tony was thinking about his problem, Steve realized. Tony was trying to figure out a way to help him.

But before they could even talk about it further, the awful music in the other room suddenly ceased and the bell rang, summoning everyone to dinner. “Tony,” Steve said urgently. They were out of time.

“Go, go, it’ll be okay,” Tony said, pushing at Steve’s shoulder, and if there was anyone Steve trusted to make things okay, it was Tony, so he went.

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Love Among the Hydrothermal Vents by Devil Doll

I love this moment. When Steve runs to Tony and Tony goes from amused to ready to kick ass on Steve’s behalf in .231 seconds. Steve trusting him to take care of him. I LOVE IT. *shudders*

Misery Needs Company

it sounded like @copperbadge was having One of Those Weekends, so i asked if he’d like some fic and he requested someone with a headache getting coddled

feel better!

“Tony!” Pepper calls and he flinches.

A headache going on day three is sitting like a pulsating rock in his frontal lobe and the pitch of her voice is enough to send a needle point of pain inward.

Pepper pauses, looks at him for five seconds, and then says, voice lowered, “When did it start?”

“On the way home from NBC?” Tony tries because he honestly isn’t sure.

Pepper stares at him. “That was two days ago.”

“Yeah,” Tony sighs.

Tony,” she says, sounding appalled.

“What?” he replies defensively. “I’ve gotten six hours of sleep the last four nights, I’ve eaten regularly, I’ve only had like four cups of coffee per day, and I haven’t gone over the recommended dose of over-the-counter painkillers even though I know you can go over that and be fine!”

“Tony, that wasn’t criticism,” Pepper says, her expression sympathetic and her hand light on his arm.

“Oh,” Tony says, and deflates. “I’m tired and I’ve been sleeping,” he whines. “How is that fair?”

“It’s not.” She nudges him forward gently and Tony moves as directed, reaching up to dig his knuckles into his forehead. If he presses hard enough, it briefly dulls the pain. “Come on. We’re done for today.”

Tony should protest. There’s still a lot to do. But it feels good to have someone take the reins and he doesn’t have it in him to fight when he wants to do what she says so badly.

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