I drew my own version of the "hahaha yes sickos" comic to express how I feel whenever my friends watch something I recommended to them (in this particular example, Lawrence of Arabia)
… i have made a hobby of tracking down littleknown sherlock holmes films and i just found the one i can retire on. 😮💨 it is made by an amateur theater troupe in the US on a shoestring budget (good for them!) with the most Everything And The Kitchen Sink plot possible… confederate apologia, socialist watson, Holmes on Holmes murder, elderly Irene, convoluted Moriarty implications, a crossover with another detective, an inadvisable number of historical figure cameos… its simultaneously painful to watch and the fastest two hours of my life, i highly recommend to the tru holmesian sickos. uhm x
… i have made a hobby of tracking down littleknown sherlock holmes films and i just found the one i can retire on. 😮💨 it is made by an amateur theater troupe in the US on a shoestring budget (good for them!) with the most Everything And The Kitchen Sink plot possible… confederate apologia, socialist watson, Holmes on Holmes murder, elderly Irene, convoluted Moriarty implications, a crossover with another detective, an inadvisable number of historical figure cameos… its simultaneously painful to watch and the fastest two hours of my life, i highly recommend to the tru holmesian sickos. uhm x
i've been the most excited for today's theme — both to share my favourites but also to see what everyone else is going to rec! thank you to the @cap-ironman mods for organising the event <3
reminder to let the authors know what you enjoyed about their fic/art/formatting and have fun!
One Final Surprise by @carsonian | MCU | G
Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.
an incredibly emotional phone call between steve and tony <3
ctrl-alt-deceit by @soliloquent-stark | MCU | T
“Tony,
I’ve completed the background check on Steven Rogers, and there’s something big you need to know. Like, massive security-threat level big.
I’m sorry, sugar. He’s bad news.”
—⎊—
or: A corporate espionage story told solely through excerpts from CEO Tony Stark’s inbox. Featuring romantic pining, delightful office lunches, sarcastic super-geniuses, intense investigations, revolutionary nanotechnology research, unhinged arch-nemeses, haunting ghosts from the past, and an endearing emoji overload by a witty Peter Parker. 💌
a whole universe built just from emails, this one is so fun to read and i'm always surprised just how much context fits into emails!
no happy endings by @mserm | 616 | E | MCD
AI Tony's greatest fear is that he'll be replaced by flesh-and-blood Tony. What will he do to stop it?
That's for you to decide.
the saddest choose your own adventure that i have encountered, for extra pain i recommend trying to find every ending.
march 13-16th, 1981 by @welcomingdisaster | 616 | T
A collection of messages retrieved from Captain America's hotline between March 13th and March 16th, 1981, along with two excerpts from Steve's personal journal.
i love fics set around the hotline and this is such a fun take!
Astronaut AU series by @stitchyarts | AU | E
Pilots Steve and Tony meet for the first time and fall in love.
there's three fics in this collection — the first one a fic with art, second one an excplicit comic and the third one is a long comic with most of the story. the art is so incredibly beautiful and the story so unique and lovable <3
Keep Boredom at Bay by @kandisheek | MCU | E
One slip of the thumb means that Tony just texted a picture of his dick to Captain America instead of his casual hookup. Which is just as well because the guy hates him anyways.
It's certainly the weirdest way he's ever managed to break the ice.
i just couldn't not add this masterpiece, it's THE sexting fic!!! i can't imagine the amount of work kandi put into this, it's so long and the story is quite plotty. there's actual dick pics so be careful reading this in public if you're not into letting others know what you're up to 👀
annex 11 by @soliloquent-stark | MCU | G
“This annex document, filed by SHIELD operatives under the designation SR-NR-CB-AS/000008-11, contains a verbatim transcript of a conversation between Anthony E. Stark (callsign Iron Man) and Steven G. Rogers (callsign Captain America) as recorded by Iron Man’s advanced artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S.”
—⎊—
or: Trapped together during a snowstorm in the middle of a mission, Steve attempts to soothe Tony’s growing anxiety, only to discover that Tony had the solution all along. 📄
stevetony through the eyes of poor maria hill who had to compile the mission report, she def ships it though
a tweet is worth 140 characters by athletiger, @bladeofthenebula27 , march_hyde, @starksnack | AU | M
From tumblr: "Ok but imagine it’s Steve on a date with a guy like this and Tony’s watching from across the coffee shop, live tweeting it!! And then Steve finds out that Tony Stark was tweeting about his terrible date and responds to the thread like “next time feel free to step in and save me!” And Tony’s like “next time you should just date me” and whoops, a twitter romance is born!"
Well. It happened.
the whole fic is just tweets and the story is so funny and entertaining. the format looks so good and must've taken so much work!
Found Letters by @captainneverever | MCU | T
Selections from a pile of letters tied up in red and gold ribbon found in an office.
a collection of letters exchanged between steve and tony, this one got me teary eyed both times i read it 🥹
Deadlines by @ayapandagirl | AU | T
Steve and Tony embark on yet another adventure, but what kind?
You decide, it's Mad Libs!
this one cracked me up so much, definitely get your pen and paper and try to make your own version!
One-Man Army | Scrapbook by @carsonian | MCU | G
This is a collection of graphic artwork I have done for the unmatched One-Man Army by Captain_Panda.
All editing is mine but I have done my utmost to credit any external (free-for-use) art I have sourced. References to what quotes are pulled from the story are noted in the chapters' end notes. Pictures are pretty big so they may take a minute to load; sorry!
Spoilers ahead; a lot of quotes from One-Man Army are used in the art.
unfortunately i still haven't gotten around to reading the fic this scrapbook is made for since it's 600k words, but carsonian has made the most beautiful scrapbook to accompany it, and i wanted to share it with everyone.
Run Program: DUM-E by Dr_Amuly | MCU | M
Taking care of Tony is a lot of work. Especially when you’ve only got one arm. And your code dates back to the 1980s.
a whole stevetony fic from the pov of DUM-E and everything he witnesses, it has all of the 2012 tower feels and the sweetest moments <3
I know its been many years, but I just saw your Aphra fanart today and it is wonderful! I thought I'd share that I have a new community for Aphra I created today, linked below. Secondly, if possible, I'd love to write fanfics adapting your fanart, if you are okay with that. https://www.tumblr.com/communities/interstellardisaster
Oh man, I miss Aphra! I think I gave my comics to my dad to read, but I bet there’s a compendium I could get from the library by now, huh?
Feel free to have fun! I’m interested to see what you come up with :)
Link to Aphra community for anyone else interested!
are you looking to send a message? weary of both the ephemera of digital communiqués, and the hum drum of snail mail? behold my latest little guys, Footnotes, who are happy to put your point across for you :) (etsy)
Jack stumbles while circumnavigating the coffee table. Happens in the same damn spot just about every time he drinks at Robby’s, but all the same, a vision of stapleguns and ice packs flashes before his eyes. He saves himself with a hand on Robby’s shoulder.
Robby’s face rumples up in a smirk. “Watch out.”
“Came outta nowhere,” Jack insists. He drops into the seat beside him like a sack of potatoes, but at least its on purpose. “…Yet another narrow escape from being your patient.”
The leather cushion groans with Jack as he relaxes into the warmth of the arm stretched along the back of the couch. Safe as can be.
But the twist of Robby’s mouth has gone flat with a glint of clenched teeth. “Would it be that bad? Am I that washed up?” he worries aloud.
“Pfft! No,” Jack says. “That’s not a- you know.”
“A commentary on my professional fitness? Phew.”
“Nah… You’re still one of the greats.”
“You’ve said it before, but this time, I dunno. It scared me a little,” Robby chuckles, more honest than he seems to have intended being.
Jack hums, apologetic. Pats his hand on Robby’s knee. “That’s more it,” he says. “It would… kill me to scare you like that. Totally defeat the purpose of treatment.”
“Oh man...” Robby shakes his head. “Not sure that I'm usually a rock. Especially now they’ve got me on a Jekyll and Hyde potion. I’m more like a Silly Putty egg.”
Robby washes down his self doubt with a gulp from his drink then leans to swap it for the TV remote on the table. His arm drifts with him as he moves and then once again settles, snug around Jack’s shoulders.
Jack watches Robby as he squints and starts to sift through the menu on the screen. After everything that’s happened, Robby’s readjusting a bit, sure, but he hasn’t changed in any way that really matters. He certainly shouldn’t be allowed to think he’s any less than he once was.
“You’re one of those lab grown diamonds,” Jack says. “Maybe you’re faking it, because you care and you’re trying to do right by everyone… but you’re still a rock.”
Robby’s brow goes up in surprise and he looks at Jack. “Wow, a lab grown diamond... Did you think that up ahead of time?” he asks.
Jack grins back at him. “That was pretty cogent for being on my third or fourth drink of the night, huh?”
Or maybe this is his fifth? The count got a little muddy with them passing the wine back and forth while cooking together. Same thing is starting to happen with the tally of their dates, as their dinners blur into overnights and eggs over easy in the morning.
“I don’t think ‘cogent’ is the quite word I’m looking for,” Robby teases. His eyes flick back to the screen, where the cursor scrolls through rows of movies by genre.
Jack clears his throat and squeezes Robby’s knee again. “You’ve always said you don’t want to be my patient either,” he points out. “You can be honest with me, Robby. Am I a bad doctor? Am I… cooked?”
Robby lets out a scoff that’s just as appealing as he is, playing at indifference while browsing Romantic Comedies. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t like being anyone’s patient, any more than you do. Cliché as it is,” he sighs. “…Doctor patients are the teenaged Denny’s customers of medical practice. I hate to put someone through that.”
Jack chuckles. “Sometimes I hope hell is real on those waitresses’ behalf.”
Robby pauses his hunt for a movie to watch, waving the remote in disclaimer, instead. “Not that I’m saying patients are an imposition on doctors,” he says. “I just think-”
“That you already know what’s wrong with you, anyway?” Jack suggests, brightly.
“Kinda?” Robby groans. His glance lands on Jack first, then falls bashfully to his lap. “I just think I am incurably me,” he says.
Jack hums and reaches for Robby’s dipped chin, lifting it with just a finger. “Well see, then maybe I oughta be your doctor. I don’t wanna change that.”
“…Thanks,” Robby smiles. The crinkle of it only spreads as he lets himself be drawn into a kiss.
His beard prickles against Jack’s palm. Then when they part, and his lips sear a handful of kisses right in the middle. Eyes closed and blushing, Robby nuzzles into his touch as Jack sits back and wonders a moment. He might have been wrong before. No matter what the hypothetical trauma, this could stand a chance at fixing him, bones and all.
“You kiss like you’re cleaning every crumb off the plate.” Jack gives Robby a scratch behind the ear. “And that I thought up ahead of time,” he confesses.
Robby chuckles and mouths another kiss to Jack’s inner wrist. “Oh really?”
“I need something to do when I can't get back to sleep at 2 PM, besides wonder what you’re up to…”
“Do you imagine that’s when I sneak into the labs upstairs to grow diamonds?”
“Something like that.”
Robby stops and locks the dark sparkle of his eyes on Jack. “You make me want to. You make me wish I had something that perfect and beautiful to offer you.”
“You already do.”
Yeah, yeah, it sounds too cute... But Jack can’t bring himself to roll his eyes when he means it.
Because he is perfect, Robby makes a big show of thumbing the play button on the remote and then flinging it over his shoulder without looking away from Jack.
“Doesn't really matter what movie I put on, right?” he says as he comes climbing over.
im trying to recover about 30 pages worth of thumbnails that i was only able to save from a dying tablet by TAKING CAMERA PICTURES OF THE SCREEN like four years ago BOY was i optimistic back then but lookit the lil paraphrases. lookit his lil face. he doesnt look yuck 🥹
this is incredible. “Hat is bad” “full length” “?Oh….”
tfw its almost 🎆🇺🇸🎇 and you cant stop fucking up the mini id badge shrinky dink if your life depended on it and its the last thing to do before you can call it quits
photojournalism ain't entirely dead, I guess. this picture from the boston globe of a Lowell, MA neighborhood dwarfed by its new neighbor, the markley data center, made me wanna throw up.
fortunately or unfortunately, I am not physically capable of self-induced vomiting, so I made this
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