me: *is in the middle of the ocean after her ship sank with no hope for rescue and the only thing she still has is her phone* *never let me go comes on shuffle* My God, if this isn’t the perfect song to drown to! The aesthetics! *sighs dreamily while sinking to the bottom of the ocean*
Tonyrhodey/Iron Husbands is such an underrated ship
The long-term bond? The snarky jokes? The searching for three months after everyone said he was dead? The affection? The love? The college stories? The shared interests? The engineering dates? The stupid nerdy conversations? The fact that they’re both genius engineers with a silly love of blowing things up? The mythbusters reenactments? The working on the war machine suit together when their hands touch? The love and support they give each other? Tony learning to remind Rhodey how much he loves him? Rhodey coming home after a rough day in the Air Force and being able to just be himself with his husband? The superhero banter? The teasing? Oh god, the nicknames? The ridiculous, ridiculous nicknames? Their mutual overprotectiveness? Rhodey hugging Tony when it gets too much? Tony giving Rhodey literally everything in the world, including emotional support? Learning to be functional human beings together? Rhodey shaking his head and rolling his eyes at him? Angst while they’re working through their problems? Knowing each other so well that they can predict each other’s reactions? Tony wanting to just pamper Rhodey because he just loves him so much? Them taking days off together? Slow kisses because they know they have the rest of their lives together? Fast kisses because even so, they can’t get enough of each other? Quiet days, just being together? Tony waking up and looking over at Rhodey and smiling to himself because he looks so peaceful and happy and god, he loves him so much? Rhodey smiling while Tony has a grease mark on his cheek because god, he loves him so much?
This ship has everything, honestly. It’s so underrated.
Bitty wakes up to the sound of Shitty sprinting up the stairs, shouting his fool head off. Oh. Goodness. It’s nearly 11, and he’s slept in… at least it’s a weekend… but goodness, he’s groggy. He lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to get used to the nearly-noon sunlight streaming in through his window like nobody’s business. So bright. So much of it.
“JAAAACK. HAPPY SPRING C MORNING!”
mumblemumble “..what is…”
“Drink up, drink up, drink early and often, my man, today is a day to party! I’m goin out there–”