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tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it.

Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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Playing Marvel VS Capcom: Infinite’s story mode and in the first 30 minutes they have Cap and Iron Man get into a fight. Typical.

But then an hour later Cap gets Tony an infinity stone and Tony says, “Awe, Cap, I didn’t get you anything.”

So from fighting to flirting. Sounds about right I guess, lol.

anonymous asked:

I Headcanon that you love Tony Stark with all your heart and soul

That’s completely canon I love this boy so fucking much that I am sobbing just thinking about how much shit he has to deal with all the time and never gets a break or recognized within his own universe other than “I thought you were an asshole and you directly proved me wrong by being the fucking hero you are l but I still think you’re an asshole cuz I don’t like being wrong.” and like. Respect my son. Recognize my son. He’s doing his fucking best and is doing it better than anyone ever believed he could and he didn’t care and did it anyway because he thought it was right because he is a sweet amazing mess of a man who honestly needs a hug and a long long nap probably.

the most beautifully flawed person visited my chamber robed in royal rubies. a wondrous soul was encased behind tan skin and inky brown eyes. he muttered words of wisdom and philosophy as he reached into my brain and filled it with ideas and ideals of the incredible imageries he wished to forge. he remained with me for days and then i found him alone in a corner, the world in his eyes changing with every blink as galaxies sparked at the edge of his fingertips. he ignited flames all around and burnt my skin with the universe he sought. palms dirty and hair ruffled his face was clean and lethal and he led me into a labyrinth in his heart where i remain still. stars and sin, i wonder if one century he’ll help me out. 

— phaera




This show has meant the world to me for the past five years. I’m so glad I’ve been a part of it from the beginning to the end. The Partisan, The Apothecary, The Huntress, The Matriarch, or The Martyr, the future will always be female. Farewell, Orphan Black.


anyone else like the ‘mutual pining ship have to pretend to be a couple’ trope bc I sure do

idk maybe I’ll try to write an actual comic to go with this one day after all the others I still have to do


Drawings dedicated to our favorite alter egos–

One after the other … I DID IT MA! Took me a few months but woo!!

This is my final and actual official septicart submission. Hope it turned out kinda cool?? :’D I’m so happy that this is finished, you guys, ahh.

(Egos in order; 1 - Chase Brody, 2 - The kid inside (not rlly an ego but I liked the idea), 3 - Doctor Schneeplestein, 4 - Jacque, 5 - Magic Marvin (v tiny), 6 - Jack (and his frens), 7 - Septic Eye Sam (not an ego but I had to ;v;), 8 - Jackaboy-Man)



i finished my book. it’s a story about my sestras. i call it orphan black. my story is an embroidery with many beginnings and no end. but i will start with the thread of my sestra, sarah, who stepped off a train one day and met herself.