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Holy shit that's so cool
Finally “do you love the colour of the sky” got compressed for our convenience
This is now my favorite photo
anyone else who starts their second semester on monday? i wanna throw up fml :’)
06/13/18
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i got this washi tape in tokyo and it’s still one of my firm favourites ;;
haven’t posted much original content lately, but still journaling and still (attempting to be) chilling. hope you’re all well!
7.12.2018
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I survived my first exam this week and I‘m not sure if it went well or not :D I tried to catch up on sleep the days after and I‘m having trouble to start studying for my next exam. But I‘m trying my best :) I really like how this week‘s spread turned out! I added a drawing of a monstera leaf I created yesterday and I think it looks quite nice :‘)
26.04. the first page of my bullet journal and the light in my room when I came home from uni 🌻
If ur arabic ur great If ur arabic and muslim ur great If ur arabic and queer ur great If ur arabic and muslim and queer ur great I know it seems hard to believe but you’re not bad you’re not awful
Hey if you’re not arabic can you reblog this? I hardly ever see any positivity towards us and I just wanna spread love to my Arab siblings
insecure steve+power couple
“I’ll understand, you know.”
“What?” Tony replies, his brain still hazy and far too happy for the tone Steve is taking.
“I’ll understand, if you don’t wanna tell anyone. That we’re doing this,” Steve replies, with a slight blush when he gestures to their bodies, next to each other in Steve’s bed.
Tony snorts. “Good one, Rogers.”
“Tony.”
“Shit, that’s your ‘I’m Captain of this ship,’ voice, what did I do now?”
“Tony.”
Tony sighs and pushes himself up to look Steve in the eyes. This isn’t his normal post-sex conversation, and he doesn’t particularly care for the hesitant, closed off expression Steve has.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to tell people. That we’re….dating. You’re…you, and I’m me, so I get it.”
Tony frowns, for a second, racking his brain. Then it hits him. “Oh.”
Steve nods, solemnly.
“You’re being insane, you know that?” Tony starts, quickly, because it seems like Steve is going to leave, and that’s the last thing he wants. “And I should know, I’m certifiably qualified on insane.”
Steve merely lifts an eyebrow at him, but the corner of his mouth lifts up. Tony takes that as a good sign, and continues talking.
“You’re Captain fucking America. You’re Steve Rogers. You died to protect millions of people. You punched Nazi’s in the face. You once told Pepper that she was wrong, which, honestly, you deserve a Purple Heart for.”
Steve laughs, slightly, but Tony can still see the doubt in his eyes. He reaches over to the nightstand, where Steve absentmindedly tossed his dog tags and watch, and grabs the dog tags. Tony settles them gently over his head, hearing them clink against the arc reactor.
“You’re mine, Steve Rogers. And I fully plan on making sure the whole world knows it.”
Steve smiles at that, a truly happy smile. Tony sighs inwardly, relieved. He’s never been great at this, but at least he managed not to fuck this up too.
Because he’s pretty sure that Steve is one of the best things that ever happened to him. And also, because if he plans on telling the whole world that he has managed to bed and claim their national icon as his boyfriend, he kinda still needs to be in a relationship with that national icon to do so.
And he totally plans on making headlines on the front pages of at least 6 newspapers by the end of today.
He reconsiders. Maybe 5. It’ll be Pepper’s early birthday present.
(So, I have no clue what this is, but it’s fun, and lighthearted, and I think we could all use some of that. Also, insecure Steve isn’t totally my thing, but it makes for a great conversation starter.)
morning coffee
(fluff, superhusbands, not a kidfic)
“Welcome to fatherhood,” Tony remarks drily, as he walks past Steve in the kitchen, Natasha’s kitten settled warmly in Steve’s lap.
Steve snorts, continuing to pet the soft white and grey feline. Tony pours himself a coffee then pads over to sit next to Steve on the couch, leaning back against the armrest. The kitten takes an interest in the new person, slowly moving from Steve’s lap to Tony’s.
Tony looks down from his tablet at the kitten, then back up at Steve, eyes wide. “What do I do?” he mouths, and Steve smiles at his oblivious husband.
Eventually, the kitten settles in Tony’s lap, and Tony tentatively, slowly, brushes the back of his hand against her fur. She purrs, and nudges herself further into his sweatpants.
A soft smile breaks across Tony’s face, and Steve feels a rush of warmth run through him. They don’t often get mornings like this, where Steve and Tony can sleep in, can trade soft smiles over morning coffee.
“I’m gonna call you Ada,” Tony whispers, leaning down to brush a kiss to the top of the kitten’s head.
“Why Ada?”
Tony looks up at Steve, his hair mused, his MIT hoodie old and torn. “Ada Lovelace. The first computer programmer. She wrote a program using numbers and dots, like the ones Ada has.”
Steve smiles, and Tony grins back at him. Steve reaches out and grabs the front of Tony’s sweater, careful not to disturb Ada, pulling him in for a short, sweet kiss.
“I love you,” Steve says, hand cupping Tony’s face.
The smile Tony gives him is unrestrained and happy. “I love you too.”
They don’t often get mornings like this, Steve thinks, absentmindedly, but they’re some of the best moments of his life.
"marry me?”
“God,” Tony gasps as Steve mouths his way down Tony’s neck. “I love you,” he blurts, breathlessly. “I’ve said that, right? Because I do, Steve.”
Steve stops from his dedication to sucking several bruises on Tony’s neck to look at him in amusement and fond annoyance. “You know, it might’ve come up.”
Tony rolls his eyes and hooks his hand around Steve’s neck, pulling him back in. He scrapes his fingernails gently down the nape of Steve’s neck and Steve lets out a small breathy sigh.
Tony smiles deviously. Out of everything, Steve loves when Tony tugs on his hair, runs his hands through it, scrapes his nails against his scalp. It’s cute as fuck when Tony can pet Steve into blissful unconsciousness, and it’s hot as fuck when a slight tug of his blonde hair makes Steve gasp.
As he looks down at Steve, still pressing soft and wet kisses to his neck and jaw, he feels a surge of affection rush through him. God, he loves him. Every ounce of him, every part, even the parts that make him want to tear his own hair out, even the parts that Tony hates. He loves it all, he loves Steve.
And well, it’s not the best time, and honestly, Tony’s been waiting too damn long to do this, but whatever, fuck it, no time like the present.
He grips his hand in Steve’s hair and pulls, eliciting a surprised groan from him.
Steve yanks his head back, eyes meeting Tony’s. It’s really not the best time, because Steve’s eyes are dark and hooded, and Tony’s having a really hard time thinking about anything but the ache deep in his stomach, the want that begs him to forget everything that isn’t Steve’s mouth.
But, either way, he’s Tony fucking Stark and he’s sick of waiting, he’s done hoping for a perfect time, so he drops to one knee and fishes out the ring from his pocket.
Steve’s eyes grow wide and Tony’s seen him less fazed by giant caterpillars. A soft gasp falls from his lips. Tony is acutely aware of the way his heart is hammering in his chest, so fast that Tony thinks he might actually die.
“So, obviously, this is a terrible time, but we never really have time and the last time I tried to do this half of Jersey nearly got blown up.”
Steve smiles slightly, and Tony takes that as a good sign.
“But I want you.” The smile falls from Steve’s face at that, replaced by something less readable, something that reminds Tony of pain and happiness all at once.
“And not just to fuck, although admittedly, I’m really not opposed,” Tony bables, and he can still feel his heart going haywire in his chest. “But I want you. I want mornings and nights, because I can’t sleep without you, and I work better with you, and you’re infuriating, God-you’re infuriating, with your righteous man schtick, but either way, I want you. I want you, Steven Grant Rogers. Marry me?”
Steve has a smile on his face now, a fondly amused one, and he kneels down to kiss Tony, hungry and demanding, taking and promising, and when he pulls away, Tony is gasping for air.
“That a yes?” Tony manages to choke out, and Steve laughs, a warm full sound that Tony loves, God, does he love it.
“It’s a yes,” Steve whispers, looking into Tony’s eyes as Tony stands up.
Tony purposefully maintains eye contact with Steve as he slips the ring onto Steve’s finger, overcome with sudden emotion.
Steve looks down at it, and Tony knows, knows the instant that Steve sees it, he knows what it is.
“Gold-titanium alloy?” Steve asks, the light in his eyes dancing.
“Of course, babe.”
Steve grins then, a full wide easy smile, and Tony feels his heart crack open. He said yes, his brain reminds him, and Tony feels the sudden and inexplicable urge to start crying.
God, he’s a full-blown fucking mess, crying like all those girls he’d laughed at before.
Steve seems to sense the change in his demeanor, wrapping Tony in his arms and using his hand to tilt Tony’s head up. He presses soft kisses to Tony’s forehead, smoothing his curls out of his face. “What’s wrong?” he asks, with those blue eyes, always so sincere and so goddamn earnest, and that’s what tips Tony over the edge.
His eyes well and he feels the tears begin to flow down his cheeks. “I love you,” he chokes out, and Steve looks down at him with confusion and affection.
“I love you too, but I’m kinda missing why this warrants crying.”
“Fuck you, Rogers,” Tony coughs out, shoving playfully against his chest. “I’m being emotional, you can’t make fun of my plight.”
Steve’s eyes are still twinkling at him, and his lips are quirked up in a smirk. “Sure I can. We’re engaged now, remember?”
Tony rolls his eyes, and the tears seem to be stopping. “You’re a jerk, Rogers,” he says into Steve’s neck, burying his face in the curve there.
“A jerk that you love.”
Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes again. “Yes, Rogers, a jerk that I love.”
Steve laughs and the sound reverberates through Tony, and Tony reaches down to join together their hands, hearing the clink of their rings.
Steve frowns and pulls away, looking down at Tony’s ring. “This isn’t from your suit,” he says questioningly, looking at the dark blue ring circling Tony’s finger.
“Figured that out all on your own, did you?”
Steve rolls his eyes this time, bringing Tony’s hand up to look at it better. Tony sees the moment when he realizes what it is, eyes going wide in shock.
“Vibranium?” he asks, his voice full of wonder and shock.
Tony laughs a little, taking in the expression on Steve’s face. “Got it on the first try, Rogers, you’re a natural.”
“But-where’d you get this?”
Tony shrugs. “Shuri was surprisingly kind about the whole thing, after, of course, telling me that she was glad I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass.”
Steve huffs out a small smile, bringing Tony’s hand up to his lips and kissing the ring. “I love it, Tony.”
Tony melts at that. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, because you can’t give it back. We’re a done deal now, Rogers.” Tony hopes that Steve can’t see the way his hands are shaking, or the slight inflection in his voice. But because Steve is anything but a dumb blonde, of course he does.
“I won’t,” he promises, eyes locked onto Tony’s, full of promise and sincerity.
Tony sighs a little, inwardly, before stepping back into Steve’s arms. “You’ve got me, I’ve got you,” he whispers.
Steve’s arms close around him and Tony smiles a little at the familiarity of his warmth. “Always,” he whispers, his heartbeat steady against Tony’s.
Tony swallows the lump in his throat before responding.
“Always.”
(So, I have like 4 drafts and 2 dozen requests (which i love, please send more) but I wrote this instead, because I’m a sap. Also, because I’m happy for the first time in months and it feels fucking wonderful. Also, the whole Harry Potter reference wasn’t intentional, it just worked out that way. Either way, enjoy!)
These are gems.
Did I reblog this already? Doesn’t matter, you’re seeing it again.
some pics from last week’s maths revision session 💭 i hope everyone is having a lovely december 💫
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• 12 December 2018 •
Our postcolonial lit prof said my analysis was excellent and that she’s really impressed by some of the things I picked up on and I just asfdghgfuladhalsdj!! 🧡🧡🧡
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