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A List of Just Tony Stark Things:

  • “I’ve been called a lot of things, Pepper. Nostalgic isn’t one of them,” he says, as his father’s old-ass ugly dressing gown winks off-camera.
  • Realising immediately that a kid is being bullied. Probably from past experience.
  • Literally his first rodeo out as Iron Man and he gets a fuckin tank missile thrown @ him. What does the fucker do? Just casual step to the side before blowing that motherfucker up, that’s what.
  • Literally has the best hair ever. Officially. Please don’t fight me on that.
  • Weirdly symmetrical beard. For the Aesthetic™
  • *is picked up from three months of captivity and is in dire need of medical attention* no fuck u I want a cheeseburger fuckin fight me bitch
  • “I don’t care,” he whispers caringly, while caring deeply
  • Can literally think of an iconic comeback in 0.2 seconds? Get wrekt Steve?
  • “I cracked into Pentagon when I was in high school on a dare” he says casually, like that is just A Thing You Do.
  • Disgusting green drinks because he’s a fucking mother. Disgusting green drink for u, disgusting green drink for u, disgusting green drinks all around, they keep u healthy-
  • He collects the Smol’s n the kiddies. He doesn’t even mean to. They just fuckin… a c c u m u l a t e.
Travis Scott - A Man
Travis Scott - A Man

Travis Scott just dropped 3 new tracks..this is one of them …and my favourite so far …you can listen to the rest on his SoundCloud

Overwatch Shipping Appreciation

Roadrat: Gimme dat cute smol and big tol

Mercy76: Gimme granpappy and grandma darlin’ dearest being cute af

Reaper76: Gimme dat delish angst and daddy duo

MercyKill: Gimme dat ultimate level: death blossom from above angst (holy guacamole the angst is too real with this ship)

McHanzo: Gimme dat Mr. Rodeo man who lives off of cheesy puns and memes in love with Mr. Dark, Broody and Serious shit

McGenji: Gimme dat cowboy cyborg ninja love

Genyatta: Gimme dat teacher/student bonding time (and not the friendly type huehuehue)

McReaper: Ditto, but probably with a lot more hate sex involved idk

McMercy: Gimme dat cheerful cowboy brightens doctor’s day (in more ways than one ohohoho)

Widowtracer: Gimme dat epic rivals with unresolved sexual tension

Meihem: Gimme dat freezer with literal combustible oven lovey dovey junk

Junkmetra: Gimme dat opposites attract and balance each other out while both being adorable loveliness

Pharmercy: Gimme dat witty ship name and awesome dynamic, gives me LIFE

ZaryaMei: Gimme dat cute smol and big tol (femslash version)

Gency: Gimme dat “you keep saving my life and I like that shit” (plus your face)

Mercymaker: Gimme dat doctor loves spider who may kill people for actual fun but she’s like idgaf love ya babe

Symmpharah (holy Christ did I even spell that right??? Forgive me!): Gimme dat ORDER SUPREME (with a side of JUSTICE)

Bunnyribbit: Gimme dat hippity hop “Yo, I love your bunny top” (and you, highkey tbh) pureness

Boombox: Gimme dat Say Anything romance (but with much more explosions)

Highboom: Gimme dat “Jfc I’m too fuckin’ slow to get out of the way of your High Noon bullshit and–well, fuck now I’m dead. But I love ya anyway, mate.”

Anahardt: Gimme dat old couple adopts a bunch of misfits and freaks and absolutely LOVES and takes care of them all

All ships not listed above bc I’m just doing stuff off the top of my head: Gimme dat–

In other words, whatever ship you’re sailing, whatever headcannons you have, I support it. You do you, fam. Let’s end these ridiculous shipping wars now, yeah?
The Second Trial

Long Lost Sister Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly at first. The series follows the brothers as they struggle to connect with their new sister and trials of being a Winchester.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Dean flipped the bacon again, half turning to face his sister, “How many times am I going to have to call this kid?” At her shrug he started shouting again, “Hey, Kevin! Come in here and grab some of these eggs. Kev! Come on man. You can’t hide in there forever.”

Dean shook his head, and turned back to the stove as the main door lurched open. Dean bitch faced the prophet, “Where the hell you been? What happened to being scared?”

“I am scared, so I made a preemptive move,” Kevin said, wiping his hands on his pants.

“What did you do?” Y/n asked hesitantly, this didn’t sound promising.

“I can’t sit here with the tablet like a… sitting duck and Crowley breathing down my ass. Getting rid of the tablet just takes off some of the pressure.”

“Getting rid of it?” Dean and Y/n asked simultaneously.

“Temporarily, I hid it.”

Dea rubbed a hand across his face, “What? Where?”

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me: *orders my bowl at chipotle* yeah can i get guac too
guy: sure that’s extra is that okay?
me: this isn’t my first rodeo, man. of course it’s okay
guy: *laughs* ‘kay. *only writes B for barbacoa on top, doesn’t write the g*
girl, ringing me up: that’s a barbacoa bowl right?
me: yeah *looks at guy*
guy: *knowing smile*
me: hell yeah

It's Just Cards

It’s only cards Kaner.
{once again posting from my phone, my computer won’t let me post (??) so I’ll just do it from here, so sorry there won’t be added photos :( }-J


When was the last time I had seen Kane without a backwards hat and a form fitting long sleeve? I couldn’t even remember, I think the hat had become permanent since the slicking back of his golden locks had ruined his hair line, meanwhile the shirt was his size but his arms continued to bulge from it.

“Y/N? It’s your turn.” He stated, moving the cards around in his hand until I laid down a two of hearts. “You’ve been spacy.”

“And you’ve been quiet.” I replied, knowing my best friend clearly had bigger problems going on in his head.

“Hockey stuff.”

“You’re doing fine.”

More than fine, I think the whole Superman cape during the All Star game cemented the fact Pat was just another hero born for the game.

He changed the suit to spades as he laid down an eight, my last card being laid on to the pile.

“I win.” I stated, stretching my arms out in front of me.

“You always win.”

“But the games I win are unimportant.” I reminded him, pushing my chair back and moving towards the fridge. “Drink?”

Pat made a disgruntled sound and I pulled a lone Ice Tea from the fridge, tilting the can back so the liquid poured down my throat. The clock read 11:30 and I was shocked the NHL superstar was still awake. And by awake I mean barely coherent, yet still wanting to play another round of Crazy Eights.

“You can lose once in a while.” I informed him.

“Over my dead body.” He replied, kicking my chair so I stumbled when I sat.


His tongue shot out from his mouth and I wanted to toss the deck of cards at him, but instead I shuffled and dealt them out again. The look of concentration etched into his handsome features looked painful, like every single move was carefully planned out.

We went back and forth, having to pick up two, then four, then six. The suit was changed, ‘last card’ was called and then we were down to one card each. His burning blue eyes had me breathless, but this wasn’t my first rodeo with the man that didn’t like to lose.

“I’m going to win this.” Patrick stated, sounding more sure than he looked.

“Hmm.” I nodded, laying my last heart on the pile as his eyes turned cold. “Maybe next week.”

“You’re cheating.” Pat simply stated, recollecting the cards and shuffling furiously.

He could never leave well enough alone, he had to have the last word, the last shove, the last goal. Pat was king of the biggest and baddest, and he’d rather fight than give up. I don’t think he understood cards was supposed to be fun, everything was a competition to the boy with the burning heart.

{Patrick POV}

These cards had to be rigged, because there was absolutely no possible way that {Y/N} could possibly win ten times in a row. Maybe we would have to move on to ping-pong or maybe air hockey, surely she would lose at pool. Right?

“Come on Kaner.” {Y/N} groaned, hair falling from her messy ponytail as she brought a foot onto her chair.

“One more.”

“You said that twenty minutes ago.”

She was right, but I had to win. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t at least tally one win, proving that I could play a simple game like Crazy Eights.

“One more.” I stated.

I was determined as I placed a diamond, a spade, a clover and then I was down to one and she had three. Maybe this hand would be it, I would win and we would both be able to go to bed.

“Pick up two.” {Y/N} stated, her green eyes cold as she spoke.

“No!” I disagreed, that would make us even and I had to win.

“That’s the rules!”

“I don’t like the rules!” I argued.

{Y/N}’s hands went up to cover her face as she groaned, moving her arms to cross on the table as her forehead rested on one arm.

I was so close to winning, I was not going to pick up two cards.

“Patriiiiickkkk.” {Y/N} whined.

I glared at her, snatching the two cards from the top of the pile. Both showed diamonds while the suit on the table showed spades, I was even more agitated than before.

“Go.” I stated.

{Y/N} placed a card, glanced at me and then watched as I struggled and picked up another. While I gained, she lost and then I was once again out numbered as {Y/N} held one last card in her hand.

“Do not do it.” I told her.

“I win.” {Y/N} smirked slowly, the heart being put on to the deck as she rose. “I, {Y/FN/LN} won.”

I tossed my cards onto the table, standing just like she had while sending my chair backwards and toppling to the ground.

“I hate you.”

“Poor sport, you’ll get over it.” {Y/N} laughed, scooping her keys and pecking my cheek before moving to the front door. “Goodnight P Kane.”

Goodnight my ass. Tonight would be sleepless.