#crazyk-c

[jodinia]

Look at the awesome fanart by @crazyk-c ! It is perfect!!!

[pookiethefrickinbunn]

Part two of Superfamily: You are my sunshine. 

[Part One]

I'm back again ahahah! I'm sorry, I'm being a jerk, but I love to lay on the feels! -- You are my Sunshine is a really important song to me, and I think it's perfect for Superfamily! Enjoy part two! 

These pictures are not mine!! They belong to Crystal, tumblr user crazyk-c.

[thatgirlwiththepants]

so I wrote a thing based off of crazyk-c's drawing! I'm not even done it but it was a little Drabble. And I got inspired from another picture that had Bruce hating the yelling. So here you guys go :) ~ Peter stood in his crib listening to his fathers arguing. He felt himself trembling at how loud they got. "What the hell is your problem?! You could have died!" Steve yelled, causing Peter to let out a whine, only to be muffled by the pacifier in his mouth. "Lay off! I did what I had to do!" Tony yelled back, slamming his hand on the desk. Peter whimpered and sat down. "What about Peter?! Do you want him to grow up without you?!" Steve yelled back. Tony stared at Steve. Peter looked at his Captain America and Ironman plushes he got from Aunt Tasha. He grabbed them and let the tears fall, clutching the stuffed animals close to his chest. He was sniffling when he heard the door to his room open. "Oh Peter." Bruce sighed, hating the shouting just as much as the young boy. "I hate shouting too." He added, carefully picking the boy up. Peter clutched Bruce's shirt and whimpered. Bruce began patting his back as he carried him towards the rocking chair. The door slamming downstairs made both of them jump. Seconds later softer footsteps came up the steps. Tony peaked his head into the room. "He heard you both." Bruce said not even looking up. "He was terrified." "I-I'm sorry, Bruce. I'm sorry Peter." Tony sighed, tiptoeing into the room. Peter peaked up from Bruce's chest, and then reached for Tony. Tony gladly took his son into his arms, cradling him as close as possible. Moments later, Steve peaked into the room. "Who slammed the door downstairs?" Bruce asked confused. "Barton, he told us to shut up and get our heads out of our asses." Tony mumbled, rubbing Peter's back. "We woke him, didn't we?" Steve asked, leaning against the door frame. "Yep." Tony sighed, watching Bruce quietly make his leave before taking his seat in the rocking chair.

[madismainblog]

So... remedyforthepain is making me do the typing thing. But it's okay because she's got a good blog, and if you're following me you should be following her too.

Rules:

1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions the person who tagged you came up with and write eleven new ones 3. Tag 11 people and link them to the post 4. Actually tell them you tagged them 5. Tell the person who tagged you that you answered the questions

Questions And Answers:

1. What is your best memory? Putting Le Cellier steak in my mouth for the first time. Alternatively: My first family trip to Chima.

2. What is your favorite show ever? Merlin, Orange is the New Black, Brain Games, Modern Family. I don't do the choosing thing well. 

3. Who is your role model and why? Mark Ruffalo. He's just an all around good guy, and I don't know anyone who dislikes him because he's that great.

4. What is your favorite song? Youth, by Daughter. Alternatively: I Just Want To Be A Superhero, by Tim McMoriss. Both of which are on my blog music player.

5. What is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you? I got over 1 follower. Crazy shit right there.

6. Why do you follow me? Good blog. Very entertain.

7. What is your favorite book and why? Um..right now, it's The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I've loved it for two years now, and it makes my cry all the tears.

8. What is your favorite hobby? Sleep. Alternatively: The 'How Long Until I Pass Out From Exhaustion' game.

9. How would you describe your style? 'I really, really, really did not want to get out of bed today'.

10. What is you favorite animal? Kitties.This is one of my 3, and he likes me the mostestestestest.

11. If you could have any super power what would it be? Setting back morning until I actually want to wake up.

My Questions:  1. Dogs or cats? Why? 2. Pepsi or Cola? 3. Are you smiling right now? The answer best be yes, beautiful.  4. What are your top 5 ships? 5. Have you ever been in a tumblr rp?  6. What's your first Omegle interest? 7. Favorite soda? 8. What's a memory of yours that makes you cringe? 9. What is your all time favorite movie? 10. Who is your favorite tumblr artist? 11. And lastly- favorite gif on your dash right now?

I can't think of 11 blogs to tag, but...these are the people I tag: a-lil-bit-insane germanmoonhowler crazyk-c the-living-fandom-dictionary starkidpatronus678

[pookiethefrickinbunn]

I’ve really been wanting to post superfamily with this song. I just did’t know how to do it. Maybe I’ll do the full song as a video slideshow thing!?!  hmmm.  These pictures are not mine!! They belong to Crystal, tumblr user crazyk-c. Not only was this made to get some feels, but also to show off her work even more. She is an amazing artist!!! 

[starspangledsprocket]

AN: This prompt reminded me of crazyk-c's artwork, so I decided to base it on her comic, which is right here. 

Daddy was sick. Very sick.

Peter’s Papa had told him to behave while he went to the grocery store for some sick day supplies, because Daddy wasn’t feeling good, and that meant that JARVIS was in charge until he got back. 

Peter had never really listened to JARVIS, though. 

All he wanted was to make his Daddy feel better, because he didn’t like how still he was lying on the couch in the living room. Honestly, it was a little bit scary, and Peter was determined to do something about it. 

A plan already forming in his mind - because he had always been taught that it was important to have a plan - Peter waited for five whole minutes after his Papa had left, and then scampered away from the muted TV and into the kitchen. He was going to make Daddy a cake - cake made everyone feel better. 

"Young Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?" JARVIS asked him as he rummaged around in the cupboards for the mixing bowl and a wooden spoon. "Young Sir?"

“‘Course, JARBIS,” he replied, clambering onto a chair so he could reach the higher cupboards to pull out flour and eggs. He had seen his Uncle Bruce making cakes a couple of times, after all, so he was pretty sure he knew what he was doing. 

After he’d dumped the flour and eggs into his bowl, he set about mixing them together, and, boy, was it tougher than Uncle Bruce had made it seem. The flour didn’t seem to want to stay in the bowl, and kept making him sneeze when it went in the air and all over his face. He thought some sugar might help it mix better, so he tugged the bag towards him - spilling some by accident as he did so - and tipped a whole bunch into the mixture. Cakes were supposed to be sweet, after all. 

It took a lot longer than it did when uncle Bruce did it, but he eventually managed to mix the ingredients into something that looked a lot like the cake mix he usually got to lick off spoons. Proud of his efforts so far, Peter climbed off his stool and went to collect a pan from the cupboard, and some chocolate from his Aunt Nat’s secret stash, because a cake just wasn’t worth having without melted chocolate on top, and Peter knew for a fact that it sure made him feel better when he was sick. 

He wasn’t totally sure how to turn the heat on, but - after a few moments of fumbling and hitting random buttons - he had a pretty good fire going on top of the oven, so he decided it was safe to put the pan on and break the chocolate up into it to melt. Satisfied with that, he wandered back over to the cupboard, yet again, so he could grab the special heart-shaped cake tin that Papa had bought for Valentines day, and was just about to start pouring the cake mix in, when there was a loud noise, and he whipped around again - startled. 

His chocolate was on fire. 

"No, no, no!" he cried, stumbling off his stool - and almost falling in the process - to dash over and peer into the pot of chocolate. It was almost completely burnt onto the bottom of the pan. "Oh no.” 

And then, if things could get any worse, the sprinklers set off and wet the whole room through. At this point, Peter had to try very hard not to cry, because he had ruined everything. 

"Young Sir," JARVIS piped up again, and - sniffing back his tears - Peter glanced up at the ceiling, "might I suggest you try and avoid cooking ‘til you can read?" 

Bottom lip wobbling, Peter nodded, then wiped at the tears that had decided to fall anyway. He was a failure. He couldn’t even make a cake for his Daddy to make him feel better. Not even bothering to hide his tears now, he reached out and pulled the pan off the hob, put in on the side, then - shoulders hunched, and head hanging down - he padded back into the living room and over to his Daddy. 

"D-Daddy," he hiccuped, trying desperately to wipe his tears away. 

"Wha -?" his Daddy replied groggily, eyes fluttering open. 

"’M sorry I couldn’ make y’feel better," he cried, feeling even worse than before, because Daddy looked awful. 

"Peter," the man replied, one of his hands appearing from under the blanket covering him to stroke Peter’s hair just how he liked it. "I just need rest. You’re a good kid, and that’s all I ask for."

Peter sniffed, leaning into the contact, and feeling a little better now he knew Daddy didn’t hate him for not being able to help. 

"Also, is that flour on your face?" he continued, frowning a little. "And why does it smell like smoke?"

"Um…" Peter didn’t really know how to answer. 

—-

When Steve got back from the grocery store with some supplies to help him cure Tony’s case of flu, he couldn’t help but smile when he found his husband and son snuggled together on the couch - both fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb them, he slipped quietly through the living room and… straight into hell. 

The kitchen looked like a scene out of a horror movie. There was flour, egg and food dye hand prints over every surface, all of which had run and congealed with what appeared to be water. The smell was awful, and - upon closer inspection - he realised it was coming from a blackened pot with some kind of crusty black… thing in the bottom. 

“Welcome home, Sir,” JARVIS proclaimed, in as close to a sigh as the AI could manage, Steve thought. 

"W…what?" he managed, completely speechless. "I was… gone for fifteen minutes.”

[carrottheluvmachine]

So, this is what my son drew for me today.  It's going up on the fridge.

[carrottheluvmachine]

Steve: What what in the butt?

Tony: My what in your butt.

Steve: Oh...