#muse: tony

[coreofgold]

@devilsmenu continued from here

Hua Cheng begs to differ; They've gotten far by getting revenge on others and being paid to dish out revenge on others. "It certainly does make you feel better at least." For. . .the moment it does. "Also kiddo ?"

#the one standing in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matters is ‘you’… (hua cheng interacts) #devilsmenu #muse: tony

[fallsekings]

Tony? Did Howard ever mention your mother? Peggy tentatively asks. (preplotted AU where Peggy's his mom) @timeguardians​

Tony had taken to the kitchenette area of the ship to find something to snack on, as it had been many hours since he had last had something to eat, when the quiet voice of Agent Carter snuck up behind him with a question that he hadn’t quite expected to hear. Tony placed the cup that he had been holding down on the counter and abandoned the pursuit of food to turn around and face her... feeling his heart speed up in his chest just a bit.

“What do you mean?” He asked almost hesitantly. Both of his parents had been killed forever ago after an argument he had had with his father...but the way the agent had phrased the question alluded to him that this was about something else entirely.

#timeguardians #Muse: Tony #v: undetermined #au #misc

[tinystepsforward]

idk how many of you remember this but a few years ago tumblr ran a universally panned ad campaign for (us american) pride month that went "the gayest place on the internet".

well someone planning that campaign dropped in to ask the queer automatticians for advice on that and universally me and the other trans people involved were like "don't do it. i am so serious. don't do it. people on tumblr won't understand that it wasn't automattic who instituted the porn ban, or they will, but they'll recognize that automattic hasn't done anything, hands tied or not, to reverse it. nobody will like this. it will be a disaster." and they thanked us for our thoughts and went ahead with it anyway and then had to do retrospectives about how badly it went and were like "we just didn't know" and [gestures] yeah [edit: i think the person who rbed saying it was queerest place on the internet was right, my brain is fried, sorry! and that's... even worse lmao]

#tony muses #hello new followers. for clarity if you are expecting intense amounts of goss about tumblr specifically i am not your person #when automattic first acquired tumblr they asked queer staff who wanted to transfer over to something that was dear to a lot of us #and i specifically did not want to shit where i eat so to speak #which was the right choice. i just have other info about automattic more generally

[thenexusofsouls]

Moving back in with her father hadn't exactly been on Carter's to-do list for the year. But, then again, finding herself in another unhealthy relationship wasn't something she had been planning on, either. And although she had started looking at apartment listing back in the city... she hadn't made much headway on her hunt. She was just...

Tired.

Being with Quentin had drained her more than she had realized, and it wasn't until after she had finally left did everything catch up to her. She was angry with herself for letting it happen again, and her heart felt heavy. She had loved him, and she wished she didn't. Wished there wasn't a part of her that missed him. Because she deserved better and she knew that, but...

Carter kept to herself for the most part - either out working or at uni, or in her room trying to figure heald out again. It was hard interacting with everyone she had lost touch with while with Quentin, and... a part of her felt guilty for having to lean on her father again to fix her own mess. She could handle it - she needed to handle it - she just...

At first, she didn't stir when she heard her father calling her, but when it processed that his tone wasn't quite right, she sat up. Kenobi whining as he rested his head in her lap. With a deep breath, she rubbed at her eyes, and gently nudged her dog out of the way before she got out of bed - wrapping her arms around herself as she headed out to see what was going on, her dog on her heels.

"Dad?" Carter called - her voice quieter than normal. "What's- what's going on?"

((for those asks about her "hypothetically" having Quentin's kid fdshgkfdj - tbh idk if I wanna say she is or not))

It had to be a joke, right? Nah, this... this couldn’t be true. It shouldn’t be. It wasn’t. Dear god, I hope it isn’t. Tony worked himself up into a panic, taking the time to calm himself down at least outwardly before seeking Carter out. He knew this was her business, and he knew he shouldn’t go poking around, but he also knew he would never sleep again unless he... he just... knew... what was going on...

“Nothing,” Tony said. “Uh.” He was pacing outside, not wanting to just barge into her room like a madman. That wasn’t good for anybody, let alone someone as nervous as his daughter. She had her service dog, with her, for goodness’ sake, he wasn’t about to scare the shit out of her. But he was the one scared shitless right now. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, when he saw Carter emerge with Kenobi. “Not yet. Well, hopefully... not? I don’t know, actually. Um...” Stop sounding like a crazed moron! “I... there’s a...” He was looking at his phone. “It’s...” He had no idea how to broach the subject with her.

Suddenly, an indirect way popped into his head. “So I noticed that you added both ‘pickles’ and ‘ice cream’ to the shopping list...” He swallowed hard. “Is there uh... a reason for that. Is everything okay... with you...?” He just couldn’t get himself to ask her outright. It seemed wrong. But god, he needed to know or he was going to pass out. “I’m here if-...” he tried. “If you need to talk... about anything... new... in your life...”

#starcchild #muse: tony #{the thing is i don't even know ho he would've found out} #{i'm going with anonymous text or something} #{that's the only thing that makes sense haha}

[little-sw33tie]

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE SKINNY TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE FAT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE MUSCULAR TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE DISABLED TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO DON’T OR WANT TO TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO CAN’T TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO HAVE AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO DON’T WANT OR NEED AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO CAN’T HAVE AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE THAT ARE APART OF SYSTEMS

I LOVE NON-HUMAN TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE TRANS POC (THIS INCLUDES MIXED POC OF COURSE!)

I LOVE TRANS WOMEN

I LOVE TRANS MEN

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE OUTSIDE THAT BINARY

I LOVE PEOPLE WHO CALL THEMSELVES TRANSEXUAL

I LOVE STRAIGHT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE GAY TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE AROMANTIC SPECTRUM TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE ASEXUAL SPECTRUM TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE NEURODIVERGENT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE BEING TRANSEXUAL

I LOVE HOW DIFFERENT WE ALL ARE

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE

#there’s so many flavours of trans people #it I listed them all we’d be here forever #the list wouldn’t end #trans #transgender #leon/toni’s musings

[i-am-minty-fresh]

I love in post-time skip when the Strawhats meet a new pirate foe or a new marine officer with the piss poor task of reining them in and they’re like, “oh so this is the fabled strawhats crew, eh? I am aware of your strength and resilience, and will treat you as the dangerous collection of super soldiers and assassins that you must be-“

Only to see that none of the strawhats have acknowledged their presence at all. Zoro and Sanji are still fighting. Chopper’s still napping in Robin’s lap as she reads. Usopp and Luffy are still finger-painting on the helm. Brook hasn’t stopped playing and Jimbei hasn’t stopped peacefully listening. Franky’s helping Nami design a new desk for map making without as much of a glance in the intruders direction.

The pirate/marine gets to see the ridiculousness of the crew in full view. They’re just a bunch of silly guys. They’re just a bunch of silly guys with power scaling so off the fucking chart that they have embarrassed the world government along with every Emperor of the Sea, most Warlords, and all of the Worst Generation.

Isn’t that thought terrifying? That they weren’t even taking any of that all too seriously? What if they had? What if Luffy wanted his enemies to bleed? To choke on their own blood? Would this group follow him? Slit their throats? Snap their spines? Burn them, beat them, tear them limb from limb?

The strawhat crew could run the ocean red if they wanted but instead they spend their afternoons finger-painting and designing new map making equipment and sunbathing.

Let’s all be thankful for Luffy’s endless mercy.

#one piece #minty musings #monkey d luffy #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #character analysis #god usopp #cat burglar nami #cyborg franky #nico robin #jinbei #first son of the sea jinbe #jinbe #soul king brook #one piece brook #tony tony chopper #op chopper

[ironman-tonystark]

Natasha wears an arrow necklace so she can keep Clint with her wherever she goes, and Clint wears a tracker he has no idea about so that she can find him wherever he goes.

#tony stark musings #shit post #tony stark #clint barton #natasha romanoff

[mostly-marvel-musings]

So Inappropriate

A/N: Alright, you guys wanted it, here it is. This little ficlet based off of the video that’s got our Stark Squad all riled up. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish fluff. There is a significant age gap between the reader and Tony (say 20 years?) Also the reader is Bruce Banner’s assistant.

Word count: 1896

Tony Stark Masterlist

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You were just about done arranging the equipment in the lab when you heard the door slide open.

“Dr. Banner, I’m done for the day unless you need me for anything else!” you called out without glancing up, not realizing the person who had walked in certainly wasn’t your boss.

“Dr. Banner has left the premises for the day, Miss Y/L/N. But I might need you for something.”

Tony Stark made an appearance, his signature smirk adorning his face as he traipsed in closer, his walk oozing all sorts of confidence and authority. Of course, your face did very little to hide the blush that creeped up, heating your cheeks in an instant.

Why did this man have such an influence on you? You’d never know.

Well, not exactly. It was pretty obvious. The genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist had this effect on most individuals. His natural charisma and intimidating presence was all wrapped in an impeccably trimmed-goatee-bearing handsome package. The guy was senior to you. Much senior. But there was something about him that always drew you in, an impish charm that was all too endearing, his commanding aura that compelled you to behave. Almost challenged you to confront your deepest, darkest desires.

“Earth to Y/N?” he snapped you out of your reverie, making you accidentally knock over a set of beakers kept on the platform.

Cursing under your breath, you bent to pick up the shattered glass as did Tony, resulting in your head banging against his, further adding to your embarrassment.

Just great!

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Tony murmured, taking the shards of glass from your hand as Dum-E, one of his bots zoomed in to sweep it all away.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I–I’m sorry.” you fumbled, wincing as you saw you an angry drop of red ooze out of your finger from where you had evidently cut yourself.

“Ah, you poor thing. C’mere.” not awaiting a response, Tony clutched your hand and brought it to his lips, gently sucking on your index finger all while his eyes bore into yours.

A part of you wanted to run away from the scene like a scaredy cat but, the other part was completely rooted to the spot. Not daring to move an inch, as if if you did, your little daydream would break. Your cheeks probably burnt with the heat, and you could feel your pulse rush to the part of your finger that was currently in his mouth, smarting. His tongue soothed over the cut softly, sending tingles of desire down your back, the moistness between your legs increasing with his little action.

He is your boss. Not exactly but he built this place. He was your boss’s best friend. These thoughts were quite inappropriate.

Almost as quickly as it began, he let go of your hand, his touch still lingering strong as you cleared your throat, watching his bot whir away from the scene.

“Thank you, I think. Um. For your help.” you stared at your feet, unsure what to do next.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag, very aware of the fact that Tony and signature smirk were following your every move.

Why was this man allowed to have this effect on you?

You stopped right by the door, turning back to face the man who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? You said you wanted me for something?”

“Right! Well, we have a charity, inauguration, felicitation, something here at the Tower in two days. I wanted you to come.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you intently as he waited for an answer.

“Oh! Are–are you sure?”

That was a surprise. You had been working with Dr. Banner for a better part of a year now however it had always been strictly professional. You were aware of the many, many galas and events that took place, you were just never a part of them. Until now.

“Yeah. I’ll have Big Green send you the details. You can bring a date. Or not.”

He winked cheekily, walking up the stairs right next to you before the doors slid open once again, gesturing you to go first.

Needless to say you were flabbergasted. A rush of excitement brought a pep in your step as you headed home, going through your wardrobe in detail and what could be a Stark-party-worthy outfit.

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Tony’s eyes scanned the room, eager to find you in a sea of impeccably dressed people. He couldn’t shake you off from his thoughts. Not for a while now, if he would admit to himself.

His curiosity grew ever since he saw you for the first time, entering the lab and giving Bruce Banner a shy smile, eyes locking with him and holding his gaze, almost unable to look away. He sensed you were nervous, it was cute. It made his cock stir. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. You were a young, smart, vivacious thing that was too young for him, and yet he couldn’t resist you.

Not that he tried. You drew him in right from the start.

Tony had found you chatting animatedly to your boss some time later. You looked stunning in the floor-length number you had decided on. Your features were beautifully highlighted with the hair and make-up you’d chosen.

His wish to have you closer had been fulfilled as the party warmed up, people sat around in groups, drinks in their hands while conversation flowed. Of course, the Avengers had a favorite corner they had gathered at, the center of attention being the one and only, Iron Man. He was awarded a trophy for his philanthropic work earlier which now sat in his lap proudly, an almost phallic-shaped glass that had his name etched.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this.” Tony smirked, holding the award against his crotch and earning collective groans from the crowd around. The action brought warmth rushing to your cheeks, your wildly imaginative mind pictured him doing that to his member, letting out soft grunts.

“You alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Your attention was captured by someone standing next to you, pointing to your dress.

Unknown to your preoccupied self, the filled glass of wine you held had tilted enough to spill on your dress.

“Oh God! Shit!” you exclaimed, turning a few heads your way as you grabbed a few tissues to blot the spilled liquid as much as you could. The darker color of your dress masked the big stain that had probably formed.

It was hard to miss Tony’s piercing gaze as he gave you one of his lopsided grins, clearly giddy with the reaction he had hoped his stunt would achieve. If anything, one fact was becoming clearer by the day.

Your attraction towards this man was increasing and it seemed he was equally interested in you too.

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It had been a hectic week, you sighed and leaned back against your chair, closing your eyes for a moment as your exhausted body relaxed momentarily. You couldn’t wait to get home and soak your butt in a hot bubble bath.

With the events of Ultron, there had been extra work load that you had volunteered to help out with at the Tower. You didn’t mind, of course. It meant spending a lot of time with the Avengers and a particular one at that too. Tony spent hours, sometimes days holed up in the lab, working with Bruce and yourself.

It was almost impossible not to be distracted or turned on by his presence there. To see him laser-focused at work, fingers gliding over keyboards and holograms in front of them as he paced about the space. It was all too hot.

Shutting your computer for the day, you grabbed your things and made your way out of the lab. Tony had retreated back to his floor some time ago and had promptly forgotten his phone on his work desk. It rang with a start, catching your attention and making you walk back in to grab it.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to bother the billionaire genius in his home since there had been multiple occasions where Dr. Banner asked you to summon the man whenever he got a lead on Ultron.

The elevator dinged to a stop, the doors opening to his grand living room that offered a view of New York people would kill for. His bedroom door seemed left ajar as you made your way over, stopping in your tracks as you heard a muffled groan.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sneaked a look inside his bedroom, not able to stop yourself as the sounds increased.

You felt your mouth go dry at the sight before you. Tony lay on his bed against the pillows, eyes scrunched up, pants undone., soft sighs leaving his lips as his hand moved up and down on his erect cock.

It felt so wrong to watch him pleasure himself in the privacy of his own home and yet so right, you felt yourself blush at the sight. It was like you were unable to look away, he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving at a steady pace as you saw precum leak at the tip of his head. His pretty, thick lips were parted while his chest rose and fell, eyes shut in ecstasy.

You were about to peel your gaze away from the scene when you heard a faint whisper of what you thought was your name.

“Oh Y/N..” his breathy moan sent desire to pool right between your legs, a part of you still processing the whole thing while the other wanting to push that door open and join the man or perhaps help him finish.

His thumb swiped across his red tip before the pace of his strokes increased, his pants echoed in the room while you felt your entrance clench around nothing, desiring the very man who was masturbating while thinking of you.

You were sure your panties were ruined by the time Tony’s hips jerked and you saw him climax, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling on his hand and lower abdomen. That had to be the hottest thing you’d seen in your life.

You definitely needed to take care of yourself after this, that bubble bath was going to be an elaborate one. His softened cock still lay open for your eyes to feast on, his cum scattered on his body begging you to be licked clean.

Your thoughts came to a standstill when the phone you held in your hand rang terribly loudly, interrupting the little moment. Your scramble to hide or run was rendered useless when Tony glanced outside and saw you.

“It is rude of you to just stand out there and watch, Miss Y/L/N. So inappropriate.”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #tony stark x y/n #tony stark imagine #tony stark one shot #tony stark fic #tony stark x you #the stark squad #marvel fanfiction #mostly marvel musings #tony stark

[greyskyflowers]

A idea with a darker approach but...

I'd like to see something about Zoro bringing everyone on the crew a head at some point.

Zoro and Robin have no issue killing. I personally like the idea of them actually enjoying it. I personally feel that every ship and every crew needs a few bloodthirsty people.

Sanji and Franky will do so if absolutely necessary. What qualifies as necessary usually depends on the situation.

Luffy doesn't usually see a point in it, more than willing to beat someone down as many times as it takes for the lesson to sink in, but he has his fair share of blood on his hands.

The other crew members aren't supid, they know all this.

By this point they've all killed someone, on purpose or accident, it's more who stays up with nightmares from it.

Luffy makes them ask for things. Zoro is the same. Asking for someone to die is something you need to be able to give voice to, otherwise you don't want it enough.

He won't go on his own, he needs to hear it, but they've all pulled him aside before and asked, "please." In fear. In hatred. In anguish.

And Zoro hums lowly, and disappears in the shadows.

He still carries the title of hunter and there's a good reason for that.

It never takes him long before he's back, a bloody bag in his hand that drips along the deck but no one says anything. Luffy catches his eye and whatever passes between them stays between them.

He drops it at the feet of whoever asked for it, like a cat bringing their human a mouse.

That's it. There's nothing else to say or do. Zoro said he'd handle it, and he did.

Sometimes the only people who even know who's head is in the bag are Zoro and the person who asked. And probably Luffy, because he always seems to know everything Zoro does, and Robin because thinking she doesn't know would be an insult to her.

The bag gets tossed over the side once confirmed by the person who asked for it.

Franky makes a big show of cleaning up the blood with wails about birds shitting on his ship. He drags Usopp into helping and it doesn't usually take much for chaos to break out.

Chopper follows Zoro around until he finally lets the little doctor causally look him over for anything that may need attention.

Robin smiles at him behind a tea cup and Sanji calls him something insulting as he walks by but a bottle of sake and a snack always find their way over.

Luffy clings to him, as long as he's not hurt, and they speak to each other the way only they do, without words.

Nami quietly drops his debt down a little in her head and Brook plays something soothing.

~

The day will come when Zoro asks them. Not a single one of them will worry about blood on their hands.

~

~

Am I in love with the idea of morally grey strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone is low-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone should be high-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

#the opla scene awakened something within me #bloody protective zoro and a crew that adores him is my favorite thing to muse about #one piece #zoro #mugiwara #straw hat pirates #mugiwara crew #luffy #nami #sanji #tony tony chopper #robin nico #brook one piece #franky one piece #usopp #setting sail with greyskyflowers

[the-kipsabian]

pov: dashboard lining up to see tk in his office after that match

#youre all right tho cause goddamn what the fuck tony #wrestling musing

[coreofgold]

@devilsmenu​ for Tony plot drop 

Taka pants as he used his sword against a monster.  “I. . .I never did that before.”  Lord Sakai would be proud !  But not the time.  “Come on !  Take my hand and let’s go.”  He doesn’t know how long the monster will take to recover

#They’ll catch us. Just like the other (Taka interacts) #devilsmenu #Muse: Tony #weapons tw #fighting tw #event 14 #hwevent14 #halloween event

[fallsekings]

‘ not  just  a  scratch ‘  for Tony from Tubbs || @detectiverickitubbs​

                “Yeah, that’s very perceptive of you.” Tony responded with a smirk as he tended to a wound etched into his side from a very nasty fall from the skies above from earlier. He had hastily bandaged and it had seemed to hold for a while but then it had opened up again. So now he sat on a half-wall as he tended to it... he hadn’t had a lot of time to go to the doctor and right now wasn’t a good time for someone to point out the obvious. He had a few more verbal lashing comments but seeing as how this woman was possibly the only person around that could help him at the moment, that didn’t seem like such a good idea. “You a cop?” He asked, eyeing her stature and the hidden weapons. “Probably could use a little help.”

#detectiverickitubbs #muse: tony #v: undetermined #misc

[musecaravan]

Tony’s House, Part 3 of 3, Upper Level & Basement Level ~ Located just outside of Jefferson, Texas, this house has been in Tony’s family since it was built in the early 1800s.  There’s a lot of sentimental value wrapped up in the place, and although he doesn’t have a lot of time to take care of everything, he does his best.

#Muse: Tony #Headcanons: Tony #Tony's Home

[tinystepsforward]

What do you think the chances are that Mud Pit is gonna be ousted by the people who need Automattic to have good will in the eyes of the community to actually get anything out of this site and wattpad

I know it’s probably low but the fact that he’s acting like a poorer Elon Musk is making my skin crawl and making me hope that a second lawsuit hits the company

ok here's the thing. he is meant to be on sabbatical. automattic gives employees a three-month paid sabbatical every 5 years, so that they can have a break from the product they work on and come back rested and with a new perspective.

matt has never taken one before now. he spent the entire leadup to his sabbatical posting increasingly wild shit in public channels at the company (like the chess thing, or trying to get people to buy a friend's product, or the entire fracas with taking over the wordpress.org twitter account. wordpress.org is an independent non-profit that he is not the ceo of).

i mention this because people were hoping (including me) that he really would actually log off, have a chill time (or, idk, whatever kind of time CEOs who go off the grid bc they got flooded in at burning man like to have), and let the interim CEO get a chance to do a better job. that would help the board make a decision based on data.

he was very clearly spiraling before he even left, and then within the first few days of Company Sanctioned Log Off Time he's pulled multiple Classic Matt things on multiple parts of the company before showing up here. this whole thing is so deeply unfunny but it also is a bit of a tom and jerry or looney tunes bit, where i can only imagine HR or Legal is chasing him around the various accounts/platforms with a comically large inflatable baseball bat and he's just evading them.

he can't do that in person, but he still gets a lot of leeway generally. at the last division meetup (irl meeting for employees, flown from all over the world) he showed up twitchy and exhausted and hyped in a way that was very familiar to me from flatmates who used to steal and snort my adhd medication, then proceeded to drink so much over the course of an evening answering questions from his employees that he had to be firmly babysat off the stage and walked back into the lobby of the hotel to sober up.

i made eye contact with him that night, before he dropped his head back into his hands. two people relatively high up in the company were sitting with him, silently watching him as he struggled to sober up. it wasn't the first drunk shenanigan of his i witnessed at one of these, and this is purely opinion but i have to assume that his current behavior is the result of suddenly having time on his hands to have the world's longest bender and post through it.

back to your question: i do not know if what he's done is enough to get the board to remove him. i wish it didn't have to come to this to hope that they will. but we'll find out.

#idk what wattpad has to do with this? #tony muses #tony answers #tumblr meta

[fotibrit]

In philosophy, theres a thought experiment called the Happiness Machine. Within the thought experiment, a person is given the chance to step into this perfect machine, which does the following things:

Analyzes the person in it, in order to perfectly understand what would make them most happy.

Simulates, perfectly, that life which would make the person the most happy

There is no way for the person inside the machine to know that what they're experiencing isn't real. The person believes that they really are living through all the things that the machine simulates. However, the person never gets the leave the machine. They will spend the rest of their life in the happiness machine, as happy as they ever could dream of being, fully convinced they're living through it.

I fully believe that Steve Rogers chose to "step into the happiness machine" by time traveling back.

And I wonder whether, IF Peter did get in the happiness machine, would he be Spider-Man? IF Tony got in, would he have ever been Iron Man?

Would Peter and Tony have known each other, in the happiest version of their story?

#marvel mcu #avengers #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spider man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #spiderson #peter parker and tony stark #philosophy musings #fotibrit

[captainwidowspring]

An excerpt from my Captain America music paper, for I just made a seriously disgusting discovery:

"The other appearance of the breaking-up-of-the-Avengers theme is during the Siberia fight, where it is played twice. The first time it plays is when Friday tells Tony, “You can’t beat [Steve] hand to hand,” and it continues as Tony tells Friday to analyze his fight pattern and she does it, up until Friday says, “Countermeasures ready,” and Tony grabs Steve’s shield. The second time it plays is shortly after Steve disables Tony’s suit, and shortly before Steve, exhausted and injured, slides off Tony’s suit and onto the ground; this plays until Steve helps Bucky off the ground and starts to walk away with him. Now, as the previous use of the Avengers-breakup theme helps show that Civil War was more of an Avengers movie than a Cap movie, this use actually happens to show how the film is more of an Iron Man movie than either of those other two. For considering that the theme was obviously meant to have the most impact after Steve broke the arc reactor, the fact that it first shows up a little before then is quite notable: and when exactly it shows up is very revealing. It first appears when Tony does not exactly have the upper hand (though Steve is doing no damage despite pummeling Tony’s suit), but then it stops when Friday allows Tony to get the upper hand over Steve and seriously hurt him, and then it resumes again when Steve is able to thwart Tony and disable his suit.

Such use of the music that symbolizes the Avengers team splintering seems to be the movie implying that if Tony had won the fight, whatever fracture the Avengers were experiencing would be less severe, but it is solidified now that Steve won the fight. Now, this is very much not true, as the entire Siberia fight was literally Tony trying to kill Bucky because he was upset, while Bucky tried to avoid this and Steve defended Bucky: and while Tony did some really despicable things throughout the movie, successfully killing Bucky and/or Steve while he was having a temper tantrum is something he would never be able to come back from. But considering the lengths the movie went to to try to make it seem like Tony was justified in doing this and not acting monstrously, it is not surprising that these fraudulent efforts extended to the music. And curiously, the Avengers-breakup theme does not play when Tony provokes Steve into dropping the shield, even though that is much more symbolic of the Avengers breaking up than Steve preventing Tony from killing him and Bucky. But that, too, might have painted Tony in a bad light, and the movie avoided such a thing at all costs. Civil War is seriously messed up."

Truly, the more one examines this mockery of a Captain America film, the more it becomes clear just how thoroughly rotten this movie is, and how it is most definitely not Cap 3.

#anti captain america civil war #anti ca:cw #anti markus and mcfeely #anti russos #anti tony stark #steve rogers #steve rogers defense squad #mcu critical #mcu salt #marvel music #random musical musings #still waiting for cap 3