#headcanon though

[arinishi]

Hmm.. this wasn’t how I thought it was.. they’re way closer in height than I imagined

[rebelmeg]

Oh no... oh, no no no no no...

Somehow, Tony Stark was able to find out the exact date that he was going to die.  He was in his twenties, he was an alcoholic, he was a playboy, he was a genius, and he knew exactly how many years, months, days, hours, and seconds he had left.

He went to Afghanistan to demonstrate a new weapon for SI, and he had no fear.  He wasn’t gonna die there, why would he have anything to be afraid of.

He took a test flight in his newly finished suit of armor, and he had no fear.  He wasn’t gonna die, he could be a little reckless.

He was watching the blinking red lights on the suits Vanko and Hammer had built, realizing that they were rigged to self-destruct, but he did have fear.  He wasn’t gonna die, but Pepper might.

He stared through the slits in his mask, into an inky black studded with stars and swarming with hostile aliens.  He had never been more afraid in his life.  He wasn’t gonna die... but he had seen the potential end of the world.

He clutched at his chest as he felt like he couldn’t breathe, panic squeezing him from all sides, his heart pounding out of control.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But he was starting to long for the days when he used to not be afraid.

There was an entire city floating over his head, and he was going to bring it down.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But he had no guarantee that his teammates wouldn’t, and no way to know how many innocent civilians had already been killed.  Guilt seeped into every pore of his body, and he almost wished, just for a second... that today was his last day.

The suit was too heavy for him to move.  He could do it when he was in good condition, but right now his arm was numb, he was pretty sure he had a concussion, and his chest ached so bad it made him think of another time he’d been cold like this.  He’d had Yinsen then, though, and right now he didn’t have anybody.  Steve... Rogers and Barnes were gone.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But right then, it felt like he almost could.

The day, the last day, was coming closer.  The number of years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds was ticking away with every heartbeat.  Some days, Tony considered the amount of time he had left, and looked forward with peace.  Other days, he panicked.  He wasn’t going to have enough time.  And on very rare days, very low days... he wished that his day had already come.  He was just so tired.  And he had so much fear.  He knew what was coming, he knew what the world was facing, but he was all alone in that knowledge.  He missed the days when he’d been fearless, thinking that dying was the worst that could happen and his day was a long, long way off.

He just had to make sure he did everything.  That there wasn’t one single thing left incomplete when his day finally came.  He had to be prepared.

He had to make sure, that when he was gone, he could close his eyes that final time and know that he had done everything he could.

[ask-thebrothers-kaiba]

{I found this floating around on Facebook and thought I’d put it here. It reminded me so much of Seto, haha -//because he’s borderline asexual//}

[tb5-heavenward]

very tangential, but me and @space-baegel vs John and Penny and Texting

[1:34:14 AM] prelude: I think this is a story that needs emoticons [1:34:42 AM] prelude: I think they both text like fiends [1:34:52 AM] baegel: You have just unlocked a whole world of spies versus casual emoticon usage [1:35:00 AM] prelude: It's the 2060 version of writing letters [1:35:16 AM] prelude: "so quaint, lmao" [1:35:33 AM] baegel: oh my god they’re hipsters [1:35:59 AM] prelude: They collect vintage cellphones [1:36:07 AM] prelude: John has an iPhone 4 [1:36:16 AM] baegel: god bless [1:36:18 AM] prelude: Penny has a Nokia from Sotheby’s [1:36:35 AM] prelude: Both very jealous of each other [1:36:51 AM] baegel: consider: Penelope with a flip phone [1:37:05 AM] prelude: A razr [1:37:29 AM] baegel: “You have THE motorola razr?” [1:37:33 AM] baegel: “The pink one." [1:37:38 AM] baegel: “oh my GOD” [1:38:04 AM] prelude: "don't ply me with vintage cellular tech, you she-devil" [1:38:22 AM] baegel: I love it [1:38:31 AM] baegel: has there ever been anything more beautiful [1:38:36 AM] baegel: answer: no [1:38:46 AM] prelude: They snipe each other in online auctions [1:39:07 AM] prelude: John builds replicas in his spare time [1:39:14 AM] baegel: “Don’t you do it, Penelope don’t y—GAH” [1:39:25 AM] baegel: muttering quietly to himself as he eyes the countdown clock [1:39:48 AM] prelude: Too nerdy for brains [1:39:56 AM] prelude: Can't get his head around it [1:41:49 AM] prelude: "my grandma dug out her old Droid, you want it?" [1:42:16 AM] prelude: "what, they go for like 60k! Why?" [1:42:28 AM] prelude: "it's been rooted and bedazzled" [1:42:38 AM] baegel: lovely [1:42:42 AM] baegel: oh my god of course it has [1:42:51 AM] prelude: This is getting tangential [1:43:01 AM] baegel: but what a beautiful tangent it is [1:43:08 AM] prelude: Oh it's perfect [1:43:16 AM] prelude: I will come back to it [1:43:20 AM] baegel: definitely [2:22:24 AM] prelude: I can't tell if this is a 2AM idea that doesn't belong in what I want to be a 10PM fic [2:22:45 AM] baegel: It is maybe a 2AM idea [2:23:01 AM] baegel: it maybe needs its own fic where it can be explained more expansively [2:23:11 AM] prelude: oh, I'm not gonna go whole hog on the cellphone thing [2:23:15 AM] prelude: BUT I do like the texting

[gentlefistprowess]

It began to be already late past over the time. The kids were playing easily with each other, but the sensibility of perception pick up that they were to miss their father. Droning softly to herself as she was to let off at ease with the couch. Every considerable and sequential thought were to employ into the mind; consigning of the quantity of things that he would be assigned and given a task to. How this reality was of a mere dream compared back to years ago when she strive for the hardship to earn his acknowledgement and gratitude. Love, was one of the things she didn't mind waiting. That alone takes considerable patience and virtue, one of the things that time would grow on it. Yet, somehow it was to be attained. In such depth that would be immeasurable in features that wouldn't be counted for. It was practically unbelievable. To be in a home that was no bare resemblance to what her household is accommodated, yet this place became a fond attachment to her, and into her liking. This room is filled of the years he had somber in and to the moods that career into his intellect. Finally to be blithe in the life that is granted to her, all the pieces naturally combine after that. A mother of two children and a wife to the greatest man alive; couldn't be much more happier. On the right, the picture frame was set there on the table. A picture with the life that is the present. A family. The soft pressure contributes of those moments that is adopted. How this love is shared everyday and the peace belonging to the family atmosphere. This tends to be the comfortable lifestyle and this is what marriage is like. Contented and more reasons to live not for oneself; but the children that essence and shapes the value. The kind of life that she had dreams of, and that viewpoint is into its actuality. Those doubt not be held, he is her life. Subsequently the time had passed when the children went to slumber into her bed as the lights are still to be on, waiting for him to come to that door so she can be the one to welcome him home. That leading action had result her to pass out onto the couch. Time to be antecedently anticipating for the presence needed; all ends to eyes resting and delicate features to be gently pressed to the wrist. Just to return what she misses during the day, assembling it to wrap into an incalescence embodiment.

[socksandbuttons]

in which i attempt at drawing something for wirrevival2K14

[rivaille-fetish-blog]

Levi gets black-out drunk pretty often because he's lost everything he's ever loved and he hates remembering it.

[tokidokifish]

Did that really happen between Tony and Coulson?

Ah, anon, if only.