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@mxsterofmachines
Like father, like son.
"I will defeat you right into my pants."
"Why you gotta bring the Quackson Five into this?"
"What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me."
"He’s like the gayest person I’ve ever met, but I make out with him when I’m drunk sometimes."
"A...
"Is Bucky as bad as Steve?" Tony asked, his tone serious; but it was all too obvious he was being an ass. "Like, for instance, is he as screwed up as ole Spangly?"
"Define ‘screwed up,’" Piper said, her voice carrying a slight tone of regret at her own request. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know what Tony thought of Steve; he had called him "ole Spangly," after all. "Are you talking about emotionally?"
"You sound like you’ve been sitting on those for a while," Piper commented, eyebrows raised, her gaze searching for something behind Tony’s nonchalance. She exhaled slowly, her cheeks blowing out slightly with the motion. “I don’t see why you care, really. But, he gets upset like the rest of us, yeah. He went through hell.”
"Oh, I have - and trust me, I'll always have more," he assured her, pointing his finger at her briefly as if to make sure his point came across. He scoffed at her so-called answer, disappointed more than anything. "Really? That's it? Please. We've all been through hell. Going through something hard is relative, at best."
it's nothing. really. // mxsterofmachines
He gives the other man a weak nod in answer to his obviously-rhetorical question, his eyes closing for just a moment as he tries to stop the room from spinning.
”Yeah, I… think I got a little eager. Must’ve gone too fast," he says, making a small, feeble gesture towards the punching bag. “It’s no big deal, Tony. I’m sure it’ll pass. Just give it time.”
One of his hands goes to the floor in an attempt to keep himself upright, his face slowly draining of color. His heart starts racing, and he looks for the nearest trash can, wishing, praying it would all stop soon. Praying everything would be normal again.
Tony’s words echo in his mind, his voice crystallizing itself there - an endless loop of worry; of panic. “H-How?” He looks at him then, his fear poorly concealed under false nonchalance. “That’s impossible. The serum…" He trails off, gripping Tony’s shoulder helplessly as another wave of dizziness courses through his failing body.
Keep it together.
Tony's shaking his head, his mind reeling in rejection to logical guesses and stabs at the truth. He doesn't want to believe what his mind is screaming at him. He doesn't want to admit what's happening. He's not ready.
"Too fast, huh? Steve, I've seen you run for miles and miles without so much as a bead of sweat. And you definitely haven't ever gotten tired after a round with a punching bag."
His voice has almost taken on a life of its own. His mind is too busy to filter what escapes his lips, too filled with possible futures and doubtful solutions, too loud with panic and too heavy with fear. If anything, the only thing he knows for certain is that nothing is certain. Brown eyes meet blue, and in one single second, all bitterness is forgotten. Tony can see, he can feel the fear that Steve's experiencing. He isn't Captain America, or the perfect Steve Rogers - he's a man who's scared and and confused, looking to him for help. And by god, he's going to try. He holds Steve more firmly, making sure he doesn't topple.
"I know, the serum stopped all that," Tony agrees with a slow nod, trying to help by pulling the soldier off the floor and onto the nearby bench. Any other thoughts on what could be happening are being kept to himself. The last thing he wants is to spook Steve even more. "Jarvis, run a full scan on Steve," he demands, never looking away from the wheezing man on the bench. "Yes, sir, right away," the AI responds, right before Tony races to Steve's gym bag to bring him his bottled water.
P l e a s e , just let it pass.
"Mr. Stark?! Can I…uhm…help you with anything?"
"Well," Tony says, and glances around. "I don't think so."
“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short, I spent a night in a cell.” (it's meme time bitches)
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“ … … … I don’t even know what to be shocked about.”
"Okay, well, to be fair, I didn’t have a ‘star-spangled ass’ at the time. Besides, what they said doesn’t even matter, now, seeing as they probably won’t say it again.”
"Oh, Steve," Tony starts, sighing heavily as if breaking bad news to him, "you always have a star-spangled ass." Sniffing dryly, he scans Steve with a burning curiosity. "No, no, seriously. What'd they say?"
‘ yeah ? common knowledge also is you sticking inside a suit of iron flying around ? ‘
' it's actually titanium alloy, so no - that part isn't quite common knowledge, kid. but 'titanium alloy man' just doesn't... go, does it? '
“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short, I spent a night in a cell.” (it's meme time bitches)
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“ … … … I don’t even know what to be shocked about.”
"Which part are you stuck on? The fact that someone actually arrested Captain America, or that I did it in the first place?"
"To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. I think it might be both. What could they have possibly said to make you react so negatively that someone would actually lay a finger on your star-spangled ass?"
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“You’re messed up.”
"Most people would call that common knowledge."
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“I’m really displeased with your lack of manners at this very moment. I mean, really? Is that anyway to greet a demon?”
"Guess I don't really know, honestly. I've never greeted a demon before..."
{ c l o s e d // sweetheartsnark }
”We’ll have to swap stories sometime. It’ll be humorous. ——I don’t believe you hate him. There, I’ll put it that way instead, that way I’m not telling you how you feel and we can skip that part. As for the ‘Star Spangled Asshole’… I’m sorry you feel he hates you on that premise alone. If I may pick your genius brain for a moment, what do you think would be different if Steve wasn’t around?”
"I can't do that without the probability of being arrested, so... no thanks.
----Jesus, what is this? Therapy? God. Listen, I don't - I don't think something would be different, I just - Look, he's not what everyone thinks he is. That's what bugs me. That's why it's so annoying to be around him. Everyone thinks he's some sorta... god or something, and he's not. He's really not."
[ heading over here for a while. go bother her, because she desperately needs more interactions tbh ]
”Cute —— want me to cut out your tongue next time you say that?”
”You know, someone tried that once -------
didn't really work out for them."