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apocatits replied to your photo “This is Charlie. Charlie does not want this outfit. Charlie does not...”

HEY ITS NOT JORMS FAULT!

YES IT IS!

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FFS WITH THIS "SNAE" BUSINESS

NO.

SNAE IS FOREVER.

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Loki: "Honestly, Anthony, where is your sense of decorum?"

Tony: "I lost it in the war."

#Frostiron #Apocatits #I laughed #sorry #let me die #of this cold

Hello wife! You're beautiful xx

Who is dis? New tumblr.

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FAMAIN!!!

JAMIR!

#I ship it #hard #apocatits

Hello, you beautiful specimen.

Hello to you too, you Maple-filled Canadian Lovely.

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Little Miseries 2

Paradise (I was half asleep when I wrote these, so...) ____________ He never had this before, something to lose. Oh, he himself had been lost time and time again, dropped into the void like the worthless object that he was. Can something no one misses be truly lost? Ah, he wasn't allowed to think that way anymore, or at least, to say that out loud. If he did, Anthony would begin his long speech as to why Loki was not worthless, how much he was worth—in percentages and sometimes even including charts and graphs, which were utterly exaggerated and ridiculous. As silly as they were, they made him feel like maybe all those numbers and squiggles and doodles of stars and a scribble that Anthony claimed to be a representation of his magic meant something. that perhaps he was worth all that, was worth having this man's love. But, if one has something, one may lose it someday. And he did. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. And there was nothing to do after he was gone, but stare into that abyss left behind, wondering why it took losing something to discover just how precious it truly was. And he wondered if maybe this was what it felt like when he got lost. _____________ Made For You _______________ "It's not fair." "Uh huh, Tony, get used to it." "Just because it happens over and over again doesn't mean I have to get used to it," Tony snaps, gritting his teeth to keep back the nastier comments he wants to make like, 'get used to your brother being dead' or 'get used to being friend zoned by Natasha.' He doesn't say that, or any of the other things going through his mind right now, because he's nice. Clint, however, isn't so nice because he's never going to not hate loki, and he continues on like Tony didn't say anything at all, "why are you surprised? He's disappeared before and you freak out every damn time." The archer sighs irritably and leans back against the counter, giving Tony a steely glare. "Look, we're all getting sick of your arguments, especially when you get in your suit and he starts firing fucking green fireballs at everything. It's not healthy for anyone, no wonder he keeps leaving." "You better watch your fucking tongue, kid, before I do something very Loki to it, like cutting it off." Clint's eyes narrow a fraction of an inch. "You're proving my point. The Tony I knew before Loki came back didn't say shit like that." Maybe something in Tony's eyes, or the way his fingers curl into firsts makes Clint change his tune a little. "Just chill out, okay? He'll be back in a week and you guys can go back to screaming at each other again." "That's not all we do," Tony hisses and turns away before he stops being nice. "And get out of my tower until I can build up my tolerance for your ugly ass face again." In the end, he does wait a week, not complaining like he usually does, or checking everything twice over for signs of Loki. In fact, no one sees him all week, and maybe that should have been worrying enough. Especially since there were two missions during his lock down that he never showed up to. Tony Stark did not typically pass up a chance to show off and save people at the same time. But he did pass it up, and a week later he came out for the first time, checked the tower over with an oddly blank expression, and went back into his lab. Three days later, both Natasha and Steve found out what Clint had said to him via a worried JARVIS, and the archer had a nice swim in the bay soon afterwards. __ Steve tries to find him today, three weeks after Loki left the tower in the middle of the night, setting off the alarms and waking everyone up. No one knew why they were set off, but with those two, loud noises was usually included in their arguments. "Tony?" He tries from the doorway, surprised the inventor didn't have it locked. In fact, it was wide open, which was weird. "Hey, you in here?" "Go away." Steve moves into the room as soon as he's sure Tony's in there... somewhere. He doesn't find him at any of the workbenches, that look cold and unused, and he's no where around the hologram field where he and Bruce had been testing tangible models until the doctor left about a month ago. "Tony, come on, he'll come back." "He won't." Steve frowns at how raw the inventor's voice sounds and peers into the dim light of the garage, trying to look for the signature blue glow. "He always comes back, Tony," he replies, working his way past the motor bikes to the sports cars, and still no sign of that light. "Not... this time..." Tony rasps so faintly he almost doesn't catch it, and then Steve realizes why there's no light. "Oh god," he cries out, rushing to look between cars. "Tony?! What are you doing?! Tony!" There, there he is, he's... Steve lands on his knees in front of the slumped figure, tucking away in some dusty corner behind a few boxes. He can't hold back the pained noise that escapes him, seeing his friend hidden away in the corner like a dying animal. Steve's hands go immediately for where the light should be, and Tony is a dying animal. "Oh god... Tony, w-why? Where is it!?" "...Gone." Tony's small giggle sends shivers through him, and he really doesn't like the way it sounds. He's heard soldiers laugh like that before, the kind of laughter of someone who's really give up and just doesn't care anymore. The laugh of the free and unrestrained. He starts looking around for it, calling out to JARVIS to find the damn thing—the AI doesn't respond for the first time ever—and he's crying, he can't help it. "Please, Tony, please tell me where it is! Loki will be back! You can't—" "Loki's dead," Tony "He's...?" "Dead." Steve falters at that, falling forward in his hands and hissing as something sharp catches at his fingers. He runs them over the objects and it takes him only a second, as broken as it is, to recognize the shape and the weight. "No..." He whispers, "Tony, don't do this, he wouldn't want this. He loves—loved... You." There's no response this time, so Steve leaves the sharp pieces of metal on the floor and reaches out for him. He doesn't hear anything anymore, no raspy breathing, no more giggling, and when his fingers find their way to Tony's neck, he finds no pulse, either. "Tony... Please..." He tries one more time, more for himself than anything else. But it's too late. Because he's gone. And Tony's heart is broken all over the floor.

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