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#shut up tony
t4t4tony · 7 months
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I so badly need to aggressively fuck a pretty thing. Adding finger after finger after finger as I bite on their ear and babble on about how well they're taking it, what a good slut they're being for letting me fuck them with reckless abandon. Maybe if I have too much steam to let out I'll slam my hand over their mouth as I fuck into them even harder and faster, soaking in their lewd moans and blissed out face <3
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tony-andonuts · 11 months
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If Michael not disabled then why he have cane? 🤔
Also the way Stan throws the cane back to Michael feels like Stan had explicit permission from Michael to borrow it [my hc for that is that Stan has chronic fatigue from Seasonal Affective Disorder]. It seems way too plain for it to just be a prop or for the aesthetic. I think he genuinely needs it.
Yes oh mygaOd!!! We fucking love friends who share mobility devices here
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Sooo I forgot that I’ll make myself cry over the fact Marc Spector, in any form, has trauma that ties back to his Jewish roots (mom and actual Nazis {comic version}).
And that as a Jewish person all I want to do is wrap him up in a blanket and sing the dreidel song and watch Prince of Egypt over and over.
Like don’t be surprised if I drop a Jewish!Reader story with Marc Spector.
Rosh Hashanah is just around the corner folks!

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cringelordofchaos · 9 months
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stfu
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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Clark being annoying in the Marvel universe after getting accidentally transported there: well MY billionaire vigilante would never do this—
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frenchublog · 1 year
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🧹🕷️!
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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Tony gets attached to people fast actually
when people are like "It's so unrealistic to say Tony and Peter had a close relationship or that Tony would ever give anything to Peter! they spent hardly any time together!" I'm just like. ?
My man met quiet, nerdy Bruce Banner and asked him to move in within the hour. He is a u-haul lesbian but for Potential Science Friends. You think my trauma survivor idiot bitch boy would look at Peter -- who like Bruce is smart enough to keep up with him, and unlike all the old avengers actually looks at him like he's a hero -- and not think, "please let me convince you to care about me"? lmao okay.
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marvel-lous-guy · 11 months
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Peter: Yknow that theory that no two people see colour exactly the same?
Tony: Oh god, not again
Peter: What if that means everyones fabourite colour is the same?
Tony: What? Why?
Peter: because your yellow could be my red, so both of our favourite coloures are my red. And Harleys green could be my red too-
Steve: -Peter, I appreciate your enthusiasm-
Clint: I don't
Steve: but now is not the time for it.
Peter: ...why not?
Tony: because we are in a quinjet above a Nazi base
Peter: oh, right, that. Sorry
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creepypuppetbrigade · 2 years
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I've watched this bit like 400 times
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hg-aneh · 11 months
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Crowley and his slutty little man waist
(Not a man, but you're damn right)
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windswept-fields · 8 months
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Wes Anderson movies + text post part 2/11 (or until I give up)
The Grand Budapest Hotel edition
Bonus
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t4t4tony · 5 months
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Performing routine maintainence on a hypersensitive android...... hearing their sighs and whimpers as I rearrange wires, dust off their circuitboards, and re-oil their joints.....
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tony-andonuts · 11 months
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I am literally God right now
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Sometimes I wish my brain would just stop overanalyzing everything.
It makes it a pretty dark place to live.
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robertdowneyjjr · 6 months
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a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.
in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.
tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.
they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.
tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.
good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.
sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.
“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.
maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.
at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.
tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.
meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.
along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.
he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.
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chiefdirector · 7 months
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Gut feeling | Tony Dinozzo | NCIS
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No.4: Hiding an injury
Sinking down into her desk chair, Special Agent (Y/N) (L/N) let out a gentle sigh, relief flooding through her as the pressure on her leg eased. She was somewhat thankful she had worn dark jeans, that paired with the dull lighting in the bullpen at night meant that she could hide the bloodstain coming from the hole in her leg until she could patch it up in private.
She had always been a private person, a childhood of broken promises and disappointments has caused her to close herself from other people, even when she truly wanted to let them in. She reasoned with herself on the way back from the raid the team had undertaken.
Slowly, one by one, the team left. She stayed under the guise of paperwork - it wasn't hard to believe, they did have mountains of it to shift through at the end of a case. Only when she thought the coast was clear did she sfhit her weight forwards, attempting to stand up. It took her a few tries but she eventually found her balance once again, thus beginning the slow limp down to autopsy where she knew Ducky kept af first aid kit for instances like these.
Except for the fact she barely made it two steps before she was grabbing the desk for balance, all the blood rushing from her head, causing the world to spin around her.
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Tony wasn't always the most observant, but even he could tell when something was wrong with (Y/N). She was usually so good at controlling her reactions that when she winces as she sat down, Tony knew something was wrong. That and with the look McGee gave him on the way out mean that he wasn't leaving the Navy Yard, not until he was at least sure that you were alright.
He did not pay close attention to most people but when it came to her, he could recall every freckle and replay the sound of her soft laughter in his head indefinitely. He knew that she wouldn't ask for help, so he slinked out of the room, claiming to be going on one of his many sexual adventures for the weekend ahead, but instead of taking the elevator down, he backtracked round the offices until he arrived in the kitchenette.
Tony managed to wait a whole seven minutes and forty-two seconds before he couldn't hold back on checking on (Y/N). He had a gut feeling that could rival Gibbs'; something was wrong.
The bullpen was empty when he arrived back. Maybe she was fine after all, maybe she went home. He thought as he maneuvered around the desks, only stopping when he saw her crumpled form partially hidden behind her own workspace.
With almost superhuman speed, Tony moved down the floor, pulling her head into his lap. He had one hand cradling her leg, and another pushing against where he could faintly see a blood stain on her trousers. He gently shook her. Once. Twice.
Shit. Shit. Shitting shit shit.
Tony could feel time slow down as he tried to wake her. Calling her name, nor moving her seemed to ruse her from her unconsciousness. The gut feeling was right afterall, there was some sick irony in that; the day he finally has an accurate gut feeling is the day where he loses everything.
He didn't know what to do. All of his training, both as a police officer and as a federal agent, were screaming in his head. They were commanding him to do something, anything. But he sat there frozen, panicked by a future where he wouldn't see her sarcastic smile in the mornings, or her sleepy goodbyes at night. A future where he wouldn't share movie nights, or go for impromptu midnight walks. A future where he would never get to tell her how much she had changed his life; a future where she wouldn't know how much he loved her.
Burdened with this thoughts, tony was unsure of what to do so hee shifted her once again, this time until her eyes briefly shuttered open.
"Hey sweetheart, gave me a fright there." He said, trying to bring her attention to him. He needed to keep her awake. "You need to tell me what hurts. What happened?"
"My..." She tried before stopping. She took a moment to compose herself. "My leg. Bastard shot it."
Tony moved slightly to get his phone from his pocket, dialing the emergency line for an ambulance "How'd you end up down here?"
She gave an answer, or at least tried to but the words seemed lost in her mouth, almost as if she didn't know herself. Tony wasn't surprised, by the way her body was she must have hit the ground, and hard.
"No point in worrying now, all you need to focus on is staying awake, getting better."
Tony looked down at her, waiting for her answer, but it never came. He wasn't sure when but her eyes had closed again. Gently he shook her shoulder again, trying to get her conscious for a few more minutes but this time instead of waking, her body fell limp.
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