When he realised his equipment was causing so much damage, he chose to change direction, even when everyone was telling him he was “crazy” from the kidnapping, but apparently he’s “selfish”
He said that he “shouldn’t be alive” and that’s why he wanted to change and do something different with his life
He had nightmares after NY (where Steve told him it was a one-way trip and he nearly died), suffered from PTSD, but of course no one cares about these minor details, and JARVIS died as well, but again, who cares?? It’s not like they knew how important Jarvis was
Steve actually stood there, saying “you’re keeping secrets from me, I can’t believe this”, and then he goes onto NOT tell Tony that Bucky killed his parents, which, because he’s not thick, he knows is something Tony is extremely sensitive about, but apparently this is all in the past and we shouldn’t focus on that
Tony says he’ll help Steve, and then finds out about his parents, and tries to kill Bucky, but apparently he should’ve ‘controlled himself’ and ‘over-reacted’, because you know, it’s just a video showing his parents getting murdered by the person he’s standing right next to, no biggie
Let’s talk about shithead Clint saying you should “watch your back” with Tony because “there’s a chance he’ll break it”, where he’s referring to Rhodey. Really? And Natasha’s whole double-agent thing. So Tony was the one being being too violent? Tell me more.
And it’s sad that Peter was sent home, because when Tony recruited him, he was probably like “oh we’ll just try and stop them with a friendly fight” but nah, because TeamCap doesn’t care and Steve wants to crush Peter with a truck, and paralyse Rhodey in the process
Because Steve, who awoke after 70 years, thinks he knows everything and knows that those 117 countries are the ones that are wrong, and this gives him the right to do whatever he wants, with no regards to any consequences, becauseapparently he can never be wrong
Because Steve, the righteous person he is, had the decency to send Tony a letter saying “I’m sorry, but not really because everyone likes ME now, so call us if you need us, I guess I’ll drop by, because see? I’m a giving person.”
Even that line - “I don’t want you roaming around by yourself” like Steve, kindly gtfo, you missed the “because I decided to breakup the Avengers because I’m better than everyone else and I know what’s best for everyone even though 117 countries may disagree”.
Steve didn’t deserve the shield. The “Howard made it for Steve, not Tony” excuse is bs, because YES, I’m sure if Howard was there and knew Steve’s friend was gonna murder him and nearly kill his son he’d say “well, I guess I made it for you, so sure, take it.” Uh huh. UH HUHHH
Tony was dropping Peter off, joking around with him, making video vlogs, because he didn’t want to tell him that his best friend nearly killed him - and he tried his best to keep him out of trouble, prepare him for anything (+ the training wheels protocol thing), even if it meant taking the suit, because he said that “if you die, it’s on me” but nah, he’s a bad role model and only cares about himself.
Aaand lastly, did Tony not try, and try, and try, to find a middle ground? He was there telling Steve to sign or do something, but nah, that thickhead was like “soz can’t do it, don’t even wanna consider it”, but sure, it was Tony who betrayed everyone, because he didn’t warn them about what would happen if they…you know…broke the damn law
reblog and write in the tags how you prefer to listen to new musicals for the first time: watching them or listening to them? all the songs in order or hearing the more “popular” and well-known ones first? listening to it all at once or over a longer period of time? do you read a summary first or not? do you prefer to listen to new stuff casually/in the background or do you prefer to sit down and focus only on the music?
Another week, another painting! Thank you all for the support and kind comments! I’m still new to the Outlander community, but I’m amazed by the talent and creativity of everyone here and can’t wait to see more in the coming months!
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
“Follow the car at all times. Don’t take any detours. None whatsoever.”
Rowan had to bite the inside of his cheek. He held back his smile as Aelin gave him a pointed look.
“Yes dad,” she nodded. She handed her skating bag off to Rowan so he could load it up in the backseat of his truck. “We’ve already been over this. Loads of times.”
“And going over it once more isn’t going to hurt.” Rhoe raised an eyebrow at his daughter. “The weather is suppose to turn nasty the further north we get. So you need to-”
“Be careful and stay close to the car.” Aelin crossed her arms over her chest, facing her father. “I know, Dad.”
Rhoe’s eyebrows started to climb further up his forehead, the tension in the air slowly starting to turn thick. Rowan could tell Rhoe was going to make them ride with him and Evalin any minute. So before a full on argument between father and daughter could break out, Rowan stepped in.
“We’ll be behind you the whole time, Mr. Galathynius.” Rowan turned around as he closed the back door to his truck.
- you know how keith stans my chemical romance? shiro stans fall out boy with the same fierce intensity; - he also likes ambient noises, whale calls, classical music and in his weakest moments some ol’ good sad screamo, of course, but fob satisfy his emotional void like no one else can, what with their long incomprehensible string of words that he can warble when he’s really feeling it without being guilty - you can’t pull out azlyrics for everything, now, can you, winging it is understandable and encouraged (this vine definitely made him snort juice out of his nose, keith has caught it on camera and password protected it, there’s no use denying it happened) - shiro sings fob songs under the shower like it’s his duty: he uses the shower head as mic and dances along with all he’s got. he also makes guitar/bass motions during solos, has gotten really good at pete wentz-ing with his imaginary fender. he’s not even embarrassed when he discovers someone had been listening/watching all along, he’s not ashamed, every fob song is a bop and he’s a just dance master anyway, he’s got moves (he’s only been beaten at just dance once in his life, by matt, but they all know he somehow cheated so,,) - sorry but imagine him bellowing I’m a nervous wreck, I’m a n-n-nervous wreck too loud for comfort, soaping himself up; “patrick just gets me,” he tells very seriously to the tiles of the castle’s bathroom. they do not reply. - it’s only natural that he has a fob shirt he bought at one of their concerts (why is merch so damn expensive, the hell). it sadly had to be deemed as a ratty pajamas??? he used to wear it daily but he flexed in it too hard (lmao) so it’s gotten a little stretched at the seams and it’s well used so the cotton has gotten thin bc it’s his favorite ever?
so get me: shiro with boxers/sweatpants and the ratty fob shirt, still warm from bed, scruffed with a shadow of beard because he hasn’t had the time/physical motivation to shave yet, brushing his teeth with one hand while with the other he scratches his tummy (eight pack?? whatever). he’s squinting his eyes at the mirror, because the alien coffee he snorted right after waking up hasn’t still properly done its job; he’s humming under his breath a tuneless melody, foamy mouth and everything. he blinks owlishly at himself as the notes start to take shape in his head, gargles some tap water a little before spitting it out and padding in the castle’s living room’s direction, his black lion slippers on. his humming doesn’t stop, raises a little in volume instead, and soon he’s mumbling bits and pieces of made up lyrics, shuffling his feet
in time. when he gets to the living room, the others are flopped in various states of disarray on the couches, still sleep ridden and lazy. he smiles to himself, keeps his humming steady, thinks he can make it another ten minutes till he demands they go to have breakfast and then training. waits for them pick up on what he’s doing. keith’s the first. he makes a face, but pitches in and matches his tempo. soon enough, lance joins in too, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch with a sleepy smile. pidge and hunk are next, and they harmonize perfectly, random words thrown around between them as their singing gets louder, as they get to the choir and give it their all. when the song ends, they all have matching grins. shiro flops down on a random couch, too, and gives two thumbs up at everyone, even at allura and coran, who just seem very confused. he’ll explain, he vows, but not now. now, he throws his head back in a laugh and tells his space family “great job, team!” only to be met with delighted expressions. sugar we’re going down is a classic, he tells himself, quite gleefully, but next time he’ll go with something a little more challenging. maybe he’ll ask pidge to set up a weekly karaoke session.
Have you guys ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome the way they all stick together. Ducks never say die. Ever seen a duck fight? No way. Why? Because the other animals are afraid. They know that if they mess with one duck, they gotta deal with the whole flock. I’m proud to be a Duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you. So how about it? Who’s a Duck?
Request - can you do one where Tom does something stupid and the reader is pissed at him??
You stood staring at the tall bookshelf the lined the wall. You were in the mood for something dramatic, but also something science-fiction. You thought hard about what could be both when a loud sound rang through the living room. It sounded as if glass had shattered. Turning your head in the direction of the kitchen you listened.
“Oh shit.” You heard your boyfriend say loudly. Oh no, you thought. What did he do this time?
Quickly dismissing the bookshelf, you scurried to the kitchen where your boyfriend stood, gaping at the floor in a panicky way. Your eyes followed his as you saw it. Hot water spilt all over the floor, a single tea bag along with it. The shards of glass littered everywhere. The colours evident. It was your favourite mug. Shattered into a million pieces.
Tom looked up at you then, his eyes wide. His hair had grown long enough to just reach his eyes, making you focus only that. Anger boiled inside of you, annoyance. You were completely peeved at the sight. Leave it to Tom to smash your one true, favourite mug.
Summary: How will you handle a broken heart and an over protective father?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader
Warnings: Extreme Dad!Tony, fluff
Word Count: 1096
A/N: part three! let me know if you want to be on the taglist. i thought Papa Tony would take up most of this part.
You arrived on your father’s doorstep in tears. Thankfully,
the tower was empty except for the team and your father. FRIDAY alerted
everyone of your arrival. In the elevator, you got a good look at yourself. You
were still barefoot, your hair was coming out of your tightly pulled ponytail,
and the tear tracks were evident on your face. You were a mess, but you didn’t
care. All you wanted was your dad.
The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the common
room. When the doors opened, you could see everyone standing there through your
tears. You could see their faces drop when they took in the sight. Tony ran to
you and brought you into a hug. He patted your hair and rocked you back and
forth. You finally let the sobs free. The whole team could feel your pain. The
sobs racked the entire room. You were their family, and they weren’t going to
let anyone hurt you.
“Oh, my sweet girl, who did this to you?” Tony asked you in
a quiet tone.