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I am the only one who has faith in you!
- Sif ; Thor: Tales of Asgard
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you bring me food. I am starving.
d’you think the avengers ever play a game where they try to push steve’s buttons and get him all riled up and patriotic?
tony casually throws it into a conversation like “oh yeah I don’t vote” and steve trails off mid-sentence and gapes for a second before he starts in on the importance of the democratic process and how dangerous it can be if citizens give up their say in how the government is run and tony is trying so so hard to keep a straight face
meanwhile bruce is standing in the background timing the speech with his watch because whoever gets the longest rant wins a little trophy that tony made. the current holder of the trophy is clint who managed to convince steve that he doesn’t pay taxes
i’m watching malibu shark attack while writing the second part to the detective!stiles fic and now I just see Stiles in his police cruiser, eating curly fries and watching these amazingly shitty shark movies on a tablet or phone while on stakeouts
HAVE ANY OF YOU GUYS SEEN THIS
OH MY GOD
i pressed reblog like 10 seconds into this
WHAT. THE. FUCK. LOL.
new video up babes! WHY I’M A….FEMINIST *gasp!!* *shock!!!1* *horror!!!!*
i know, i know. gender equality is a terrifying thing here on the interwebs. here are just a few (err…60) of the reasons i’m a feminist.
Stiles is a private detective assigned to keep an eye on Derek hale, The number one suspect on Laura Hale’s murder. A couple weeks go by, and Derek finally confronts Stiles, knowing he had been following him from the start.
Derek Hale. That had been Stiles’ life for the past couple of weeks. And not in the way he would definitely deny ever imagining it.
Charting where Derek Hale went, running background checks on everyone Derek Hale met (which wasn’t a long list to go through), keeping tabs on what Derek Hale bought, making note of all Derek Hale’s actions, what Derek Hale wore, what expressions Derek Hale made in the mirror…
Derek Hale decides to pick up a caterpillar on the sidewalk and return it to the safe grass and Stiles has to friggin write it down.
As though that caterpillar would be pertinent to their investigation. It certainly doesn’t do anything to diminish the feelings Stiles is totally not feeling because man can we say unprofessional.
A weapon before a legend
quick practice and bulshitting my way on steve’s suit woops
What more can you give, director?
so many fluff i created today so of course created something darker! villain Steve who obsesses over Tony is cool but what about villain (psychopathic) Steve who genuinely wants to kill Tony? :DD /goes to sleep
Tony doesn’t scream when Steve break his arm. Not because it doesn’t hurt, because it does, it so fucking does - he blacks out from the pain, bites clean through his lip to keep the scream lodged in his throat at bay, and he groans and whimpers and, humiliatingly enough, cries, tears dripping down his face and getting caught in his stubble, but he doesn’t scream.
He lies crumpled on the floor, dizzy, wanting nothing more than to vomit, and even as Extremis begins to slowly start repairing the damage, can feel the pain lessen slightly until it no longer overwhelms him, Tony throws out every alarm he can, alerts the New Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., anyone he’s ever called friend with a functioning email. Tony doesn’t consider himself a favourite of Lady Luck, but there’s a chance backup will come before Steve gets around to making good on his promise to split open his ribs with his shield and tear out his heart.
"Tony," a voice purrs, breaking through the haze of pain. Tony cracks open an eye to squint up at him, blinking away blood. Commander Rogers gazes sadly down at him, the very picture of disappointment, and it’s achingly familiar, that look that says that he’s let down Cap in some way.
"You didn’t scream for me," Steve pouts, nudging his boot against Tony’s limp arm.
Tony chokes, black spots blooming across his vision. “I had hoped that would be enough,” Steve continues with a sigh. “Why must you always be so difficult?”
It’s all the warning he gets before Steve’s hand clamps around his wrist, bringing his arm up, and Tony shouts in alarm, uninjured hand scrabbling against the unforgiving fingers, and then a heavy boot braces against his shoulder and Steve pulls and Tony’s screaming, he can’t stop as flesh and muscle and bone tear until everything goes white.
When he comes back to himself, Steve is sitting on his hips, fingers brushing his face in an almost tender way, and it’s too much like what Tony’s always wanted, the secret innermost desires he’s never allowed himself to dwell on, and now, in this of all situations, he gets this twisted affection that he can’t bring himself to care that his tears aren’t just from his dislocated shoulder.
Steve’s thumbs away the wetness, cradling his jaw to gently turn his head from side to side, a painter admiring his masterpiece.
"Isn’t it better like this, Tony?" Steve murmurs, smearing the blood on his chin across his lips. "Isn’t it nice to let go? You always had to be so strong, had to appear the levelheaded leader, giving orders like you knew what you were doing, but it was always such a weak facade. We all could see it, you know. Everyone is S.H.I.E.L.D. knew how pathetic you were, how out of your depth. And our "friends", they watched you try to take Fury’s place and laughed. ‘What a joke. What a circus, and we all have to go along with it! Bow our heads and call you Director and sir, like you had any clue.’ Oh Tony, don’t look like that, it’s true! No one ever took you seriously as Director, no one ever could. You’re broken, Tony. You were never cut out for this."
It hurts, how deep those words cut, because they’re everything Tony’s ever thought himself, every doubt and fear since coming into this new position, and Steve fucking knows this, knows him, has always known just how to use his words to break him, better than anyone else.
Steve leans closer, too close, and Tony panics, turning his head away when he feels his hot breath on his lips, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind, nuzzling against his throat instead.
"I did this for you, Tony," he says, soft and sweet, and Tony squeezes his eyes shut when he feels dry lips press a kiss under his jaw. "You were living a lie. Pretending to be something you’re not. I couldn’t stand it. I had to do this, I had to rip all those lies off of you, and now, now you can be free."
Steve moves back, smiling, and his hand is on Tony’s face again, holding him still as he leans closer, eyes on his mouth, and he can’t, not like this, there’s one thing he won’t take.
Tony spits in his face, more blood than saliva, and Steve jerks back in surprise as his face is spatted with red.
Steve blinks, wiping away the blood on his face, and when he looks up, Tony flinches, can’t help it, the wide eyes and manic grin mean one thing - Tony’s time is up.
A tiny niggle in his head signals the New Avengers arrival, but Tony doesn’t bother to hope, it’s too late, Steve’s already raising his shield, and Tony struggles, but Steve’s immovable, and the last thing he’s going to see is Steve’s face, and it hurts that the one to end it is Steve, but it’s right, after all, it was probably always going to end this way, and the cameras show the Avengers racing through the halls, too far away, and Steve’s smiling -
"It’s alright now, Tony. You don’t have to give them any more. All you need to do is give me your heart.”
Steve brings his shield down.
ok but literally how