my ship is a marvel

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The Counselors Are In

In which Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the Steves and Tonys across the multiverse. God knows they need it.
To celebrate #10yearsofstevetony ♥

“But Tony, doesn’t it seem like meddling?” Steve chewed at the corner of his lip. “Maybe the other versions of us won’t want to listen to what we have to say.”

“We are pretty stubborn, I’m sure that’s true in every universe,” Tony said with a grin. “But I’ve seen some of the places they come from. Things are not good there. They need our help, Steve.”

Steve heart swelled at the care Tony had for everyone, even if they were from a different universe. “You’re right, honey. Come on then. Let’s do this.”

“Okay,” Tony called out, taking his hand, matching wedding bands sat atop each other. “Send the first pair in.”

MCU (Earth-199999)

“Have you two ever spent any time together outside of a mission?” Tony asked, eyeing them strangely.

“Uhh. There was that one time we got shawarma,” Grumpy Steve said.

“That was right after a mission and you were half asleep. That doesn’t count,” Grumpy Tony said snappishly.

“So you’ve never actually… hung out? As friends? Like, at all?” Tony asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.

“Well. When you put it like that, not really, no,” Grumpy Steve admitted.

“I think we may have discovered the root of your issues,” Steve said with a sigh. “Why not try talking to each other, for god’s sake?”

“Because he hates me,” both Grumpy Steve and Grumpy Tony wailed in unison.

“He really doesn’t,” Steve and Tony both said firmly.

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Valentine’s Day 2016

Hi you guys, it’s Valentine’s Day so you know what that means?

Out 3rd annual - what are the top OTP’s Vanessa has shipped this past year. 

Obviously there will be some repeats and I try to pick the best fanart I enjoyed. 

[Photo’s aren’t mine. Cred to their respective and amazing artists]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

“This is a really bad idea.”

“You’re lack of faith in me hurts, Banner, it really hurts.”

“It’s not lack of faith, Tony, it’s self preservation.”

“And yet, you’re still helping me, what does that say about you?”

“That I need to sort out my priorities?”


Science Bro’s Aesthetic + A Day in the Lab

jujubanana  asked:



And second of all, y e s

it’s hard falling in love with Yuuri Katsuki. Wait, scratch that, falling for him is the easiest thing to do. Being in love with Yuuri is where things get complicated. Phichit pities everyone who approaches Yuuri hoping to start a relationship. And it’s not like Yuuri’s ever outright rejected anyone, far from it. That type of stuff just never crosses his mind much. Which, more often than not, leads to him not even being aware of the advances that are being made on him.

Phichit knows that. And yet, he pauses for a moment every time the question is asked 

“Would you like to go out?”

Phichit holds his coffee to his lips, his finger lingering above his phone screen but he doesn’t scroll down on his Instagram feed, until…

“Sorry, Im busy.” Ouch. Phichit watches his friend return his gaze to his homework, not even thinking twice about his answer. Or the girl who stood there for a second, searching for answers in Phichit’s eyes, (Not that he’d say anything, he’d purposely deviated his attention towards his phone once again) and right after, walked away with her head down. 

Phichit rarely intervenes with this type. He’d later tell her that his friend didn’t mean it like that and she shouldn’t hold it against him, that it was just his personality.

When they’re the more pushy type, however, to the point where they actively prevent Yuuri from going back to his work with their nagging, Phichit just has to step in. Mostly it only takes lacing his fingers with Yuuri’s, a bat of his eyelashes and a “Sorry, he’s taken” for them to leave. Others take a little more effort, in which Phichit has to step into his best friend’s personal space, breathe into his ear, never breaking eye contact with the other person until they finally leave.

Yuuri goes along with it. And Phichit is totally *not* staring at Yuuri’s flushed face as he mutters a thank you in between a sigh of relief. He thinks none of it, though, until a week later when Yuuri asks, “I’m sorry for this but could you, um, pre…pretend to be my… uh… it’s just, I can rarely catch these things and I’ll just end up hurting someone’s feelings without realizing it so–”

“Yuuri,” He says, to stop him from rambling “Yuuri! It’s okay. Want me to be your fake boyfriend? We can fake-end it when we both have to go back home!”

Although he suggested it, Yuuri seemed the most relieved that Phichit always seemed to understand his feelings, even better than he did himself sometimes, “Thank you, really, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

Phichit always knew falling for Yuuri was the easy part. Even going on fake-dates with him, buying each other fake-anniversary presents, taking couple selfies together he promised to delete once they fake-ended their fake-relationship. All of that was easy. Easier than listening to Yuuri excitedly tell him about how Victor, –The Victor Nikiforov of Yuuri’s posters, screen saver, and life-long affection– was helping Yuuri understand things about himself Yuuri never dreamed of, how he’d found, for the very first time something he can call love, and how he wanted to hold on to it forever. 

Even all that was easier than putting on the warmest smile he could manage, one that he saved for Yuuri only, “Look at you! Living a life most people could only dream of~ I’m a little jealous, to be honest”

“What are you saying? Love will find you easy!” Yuuri laughs. And Phichit does the same in response because yes, falling for Yuuri was the easy part. Realizing Yuuri could never find in him the things he does with Victor, that, was the hardest part.