Thor: I’m putting together a team. The incredible Hulk!
Bruce: :)
Thor: The fierce Valkyrie!
Valkyrie: :)
Thor: And this little shit.
Loki: :(
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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RMH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Andulka
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Product Placement

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Keni

Kaledo Art
NASA

pixel skylines

roma★
trying on a metaphor
will byers stan first human second
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@buckyslightsaber
Thor: I’m putting together a team. The incredible Hulk!
Bruce: :)
Thor: The fierce Valkyrie!
Valkyrie: :)
Thor: And this little shit.
Loki: :(
i want to ride one of those
same. it’d be nice to ride the bike too
You Mysterious Prick
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Length: 793 words
Warnings: slight profanity, mention of blood and gore
“Jesus, Eggsy!” Panic flooded your body, as well as your expression. Your eyes grew wide, at the sight of your boyfriend, the shock of his appearance stunning you. Eggsy was stood in the doorway of the kitchen, in your shared flat, clad in one of his usual work suits that he wore at the tailor shop every day. Only, the blazer was glistening in the kitchen lights, shiny, clearly due to the blood on it. He had small cuts all over his face, with blood dribbling down his dark blonde eyebrow, eventually dripping onto the suit and adding to the mess on his suit. The plate you’d been in the process of drying, dropped onto the floor, shattering. “Shit, Eggsy! A-Are you okay?” You rushed over to him, gently tugging him into the large bathroom down the hall. “What’s happened?”
“I’m alright, love.” Eggsy’s voice told you he was trying to be casual, but you heard a clear strain in it. What the bloody hell had happened to him?
You softly pushed him, urging him to sit along the rim of your claw-footed bath. Bustling over to the cabinets, you fumbled around, looking for the first aid kit you’d put inside when you’d first moved in, several months ago. “Babe, you need to tell me what happened. Are you bleeding, anywhere other than your face?” Eggsy nodded softly, his eyes avoiding looking directly into yours, looking slightly guilt-ridden. “Where, love?”
“My side.”
“Is that it?” He looked like he’d just fought in a war, or had bathed in blood, which meant you didn’t truly believe his statement about only being hurt on his side. “Eggsy, you’re soaked! If you’re hurt somewhere else, you have to tell me!” As you spoke, you were stripping your boyfriend from his soaked jacket, and then nearly ripped off the truly un-saveable oxford shirt, to get access to his side. Like usual, you felt yourself flush slightly at the sight of his toned torso, but you were soon distracted by the cut along his left side. Despite the fact the cut looked ghastly, it seemed to be the only injury on his torso – not including the small bruises along the bottom of his ribs, surrounding the abrasion.
Eggsy watched my face pale. “You should see the other guy.” That was his attempt to calm me, but it made you realised you still didn’t know what happened to him.
“You were in a fight?” Your question was nearly shouted, as you were completely worried now, “Love, were you mugged?”
Eggsy shook his head, “Can you stitch me up first, before we talk? Please?” He watched as you nodded, albeit hesitantly, “Thank you, love.” You worked diligently, now happy that you’d taken several first aid courses growing up. Carefully, you cleansed, sterilised and stitched up his wound, placing a pad over to secure it. “Okay, I’m going to wash my face, and sort it out, then I’ll meet you outside. Is that okay, love?” You eyed him for a moment, before nodding hesitantly, “Alright, I’ll be out in a second.”
“Fine.” You were aware that you were being short with him, but you were too worried to care. Nearly storming out of the bathroom, you made your way into the kitchen, heading straight to Eggsy’s liquor cabinet – where he kept his posh liquors, as well as his cheap canned lagers. By the time he came out from the bathroom, you’d already grabbed one of the lagers, and popped it open, taking a long slurp. Eggsy came back out dressed in one of his Ralph Lauren polo’s, from his ‘common-wear’ section of his wardrobe. “Tell me what’s going on, Eggsy.”
He spoke bluntly, “Love, I’m not a tailor.” When you said nothing, he continued, “I work in covert operations, and I’m really sorry love, but that’s all I can tell you.”
It probably wasn’t possible for your eyes to widen anymore. “Eggsy…”
“I know. I know you want to know more, but I can’t.” You curled into his non-wounded side, processing his words. A lot of things were beginning to make sense… like the secrecy he kept about his ‘work’, his odd behaviours when you two were out, as well as the fact he absolutely failed to repair that button on your jacket last week. “I’m being as safe as I can, I promise you, love. Making sure I come home to you… Maybe one day, I can tell you all about how I’m such a hero, and about how I’m so sexy and strong…” Lightly punching Eggsy’s shoulder, you cut off his ‘humble’ brags. “I love you.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, being careful not to brush any cut he may have, “I love you too, you mysterious prick.”
TAGGED:
@iamwarrenspeace, @stilesloverdaily, @itsnotnormalteen
lowkey jealous [ eggsy x reader ]
warnings: chavs, cussing
words: 1914 (oops)
prompt: May I request an imagine for Eggsy Unwin from Kingsman? Preferably before he was recruited into kingsman and he was living with his mum. Could it be where him and the reader are friends and are deeply in love with each other but don’t want to say. Eggsy takes the reader to a club for a night out and he gets extremely jealous because other men try it on with Y/N, leading him to tell her how he feels? Sorry it’s a bit vague. I absolutely adore your writing and I love you ❤️ (anon)
a/n: anyone know kelly from misfits???? it’s her!!
MASTERLIST KO-FI.
“Oh c’mon, (Name),” Her hand lands on your naked knee and squeezes reassuringly. “One smoke, yea? Nothin’ will happen from one bloody smoke, promise.”
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the worst thing about being a writer is the writing
So. I've just read talking to the moon while listening to the song and may I just say HOW DARE YOU. I AM CRYING I AM SHOOKETH I AM SPOOKED I AM BABASPOOKED I AM RATTLED I AM OFFENDED (I love it but I FORREAL am crying so hard right now) Like.. ugly crying harder than Regina George's moms boobs
YES YES YES EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ASK IS BEAUTIFUL. THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHH. As a writer I am so glad you’re feeling that way because that’s what I wanted, but as a person i’m sO SORRY I FEEL YOU UGH ILY. the regina george’s boobs thing is cleverly incorporated into this and i hate you for that
Not many people listen to the song along with the imagine, so if you haven’t done that I really recommend you do because it just makes for a better experience.
Talking To The Moon (Steve Rogers/Cap Imagine btw!!)
Can you do a Bucky x Reader about a librarian who helps the Winter Soldier learn about what he's missed since the War. He comes in so much that she starts to fall for him but doesn't want to compromise their librarian/patron relationship. So that leaves Bucky to use his old charm to win her heart. Sounds totally sappy I know.
buddy, i hope u know that im a hoe for sappy things :)
words: 1146
warnings: my garbage mouth, fluff is not my strong suit but neither is anything else whoop here we go, there’s also like three (3) whole dialogues in this rip
also, i didn’t completely “finish” this request so to say, i just kinda left it as an opening for possibility, im sorry
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Paranoid
Request: None
Pairing: King Arthur (The Legend of the Sword) x Reader
Summary: Arthur can’t find you and he get’s extremely anxious. (Happens while Arthur is still in Londinium)
Warnings: I think I swore somewhere in there.
Word count: 2,650
A/N: I’m debating whether or nor I should delete this account since I barely even post anything ever, but for now, have this King Arthur: Legend of the Sword imagine because i just rewatched it for like the fifth time today. I swear this was meant to be short and lightweight but you know me wh00ps (honestly don’t even like this one sm, I’m just posting it bc it’s the first thing I’ve written in aaaaaggeesss)
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Paranoid
Arthur let out a deep breath as he felt himself being pulled out of his unconscious state and back into his bed, where the sunlight began to stream in. It flooded the room, illuminating it with a dim glow and slight warmth, something he appreciated deeply. He had yet to open his eyes, but a small smile already invaded his features.
This smile was due to one thing and one thing in particular: you. Arthur’s mind was swamped with memories of last night’s happenings, contently basking in every touch and laugh the two of you shared, not to mention everything else that came after that. His brain recreated your face so beautifully in front of lids, which were shut, that he couldn’t keep himself from thinking of you persistently.
After a while, Arthur’d had enough of imagining your face and felt an urge to see it for himself again. He wanted to be able to study every dip and curve on it, and engrave it into his memory more than it already was, if that was even possible.
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When Tony finished seeing the video of Bucky killing his parents, and he turns to Steve like:
But why does Bucky call the reader doll? Where did this originate from?? Why is that a thing?? Why is it so undeniably hot??? Why does a fic just feel wrong if Bucky doesn't say "doll" in every third sentence??? Where did this flirty Bucky Barnes staple come from????
This legit keeps me up at night.
...i'm guilty of doing this, and honestly idk why I do it either...I just kinda saw it in other people's writing and went with that
why is this so funny to me
Being Tony’s daughter and dating Steve (HEADCANNONS)
Oh boy
Lets just say when you and Steve first met there was a lot of sexual tension between you and the super human and you both quickly had googley eyes for eachother
Your first kiss was heat of the moment, Steve randomly kissing you and carrying you to his room like the smooth fuck he is
You being Steve’s first time
You both kept it a secret for a while
However, neither of you planned on Tony finding out when he did
It all happened at a dinner with the avengers in the stark tower
“Daddy can you pass the salad?”
can you see where this is going
Both Steve and Tony go to grab the salad
Silence happens for a few seconds as Tony processes the situation that is happening
Tony flipped shit and was kind of confused
Everyone else finding this hilarious as fuck especially since they knew about you and Steve
And that you call Steve daddy
Tony does not find this funny as his face is disgusted
He quickly becomes protective and wants to murder Steve over and over again
Steve secretly finding the whole situation hilarious but doesn’t show it
After a few days the tension dies down and everything is back to normal
But you and Steve remain the same by not showing any affection in front of Tony as he was still pissed
The most you two did in front of your father was hold hands or cuddle on the sofa
Occasionally getting “you two are filthy” from Tony
Tony not really a big fan of your relationship
However, he is supportive of you regardless
Steve making you happy
You making Steve happy
Tony slowly comes to understand that maybe Steve isn’t so bad for his little girl
Tony occasionally cringing as he remembers that you call Steve daddy
“Ew, brain stop it”
Around a year passes and everything is relatively the same, you and Steve are still going strong and you’re both madly in love with eachother
Thats until Steve comes up to Tony..
“Hey, Tony? Listen man, I-..I really love your daughter so much..”
Tony being confused to where this is going
“And as her father, I came to ask you for your blessing on me taking your daughters hand into marriage.”
Portective Tony!!!
Well, at first he was protective but after a few moments of silence he slowly comprehends everything
“Steve, I swear to gosh if you hurt her and make me regret giving you my blessing-”
“You won’t regret a thing, Tony”
Steve proposing to you in your most desired place to be proposed to ever
Everything being so perfect
When you tell your dad that Steve had proposed he just smiles, loving to see you so happy despite him not at all liking Steve dating you at all
You appreciate that your dad is handling everything so well
6 months later, its your wedding day
When your dad walks you down the aisle, you see tears in his eyes as he finally lets his baby girl go..
Your dad smiling and watches you both with teary eyes
Bucky being the best man
Natasha and Wanda being bridesmaids
Everything being so magical and beautiful
A few months later, you find out that you are pregnant with Steve’s child
The beautiful baby is a girl
Tony having a heartattack but at the same time being excited to have another beautiful child running around with Stark blood
If the child was anything like you, Tony was going to be one happy man
“I’m so proud of you, (Y/N).
Paranoid
Request: None
Pairing: King Arthur (The Legend of the Sword) x Reader
Summary: Arthur can’t find you and he get’s extremely anxious. (Happens while Arthur is still in Londinium)
Warnings: I think I swore somewhere in there.
Word count: 2,650
A/N: I’m debating whether or nor I should delete this account since I barely even post anything ever, but for now, have this King Arthur: Legend of the Sword imagine because i just rewatched it for like the fifth time today. I swear this was meant to be short and lightweight but you know me wh00ps (honestly don’t even like this one sm, I’m just posting it bc it’s the first thing I’ve written in aaaaaggeesss)
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Paranoid
Arthur let out a deep breath as he felt himself being pulled out of his unconscious state and back into his bed, where the sunlight began to stream in. It flooded the room, illuminating it with a dim glow and slight warmth, something he appreciated deeply. He had yet to open his eyes, but a small smile already invaded his features.
This smile was due to one thing and one thing in particular: you. Arthur’s mind was swamped with memories of last night’s happenings, contently basking in every touch and laugh the two of you shared, not to mention everything else that came after that. His brain recreated your face so beautifully in front of lids, which were shut, that he couldn’t keep himself from thinking of you persistently.
After a while, Arthur’d had enough of imagining your face and felt an urge to see it for himself again. He wanted to be able to study every dip and curve on it, and engrave it into his memory more than it already was, if that was even possible.
Arthur x Reader
Summary:You are Arthur’s wife before he had pulled Excalibur from the stone and you live a happy and content life with him
Authors note : My first ever one shot! A medium length one shot of the (in my opinion) very under-rated movie King Arthur Legend of the Sword
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language!
There are men lying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them.
Steven Grant Rogers July 04th, 1918