#machinedheart

[withenchantment-blog]

▶ ▷ @machinedheart WANTED ARIEL.

                the others were worried about her going out in the human world, especially sebastian but ariel wanted to prove all of them wrong. landing an internship at stark industries would be a fine start and she could not wait to see everything! humans were so fascinating and THIS one created so many wondrous things.  trying to not SKIP into the building, ariel looked around with wide eyes, skirt wishing around her knees as she tried to take it all in.

                   ( how could humans ever be bad when they built such                                          BEAUTIFUL things ?? )

[fiirstavenger]

Tm

Let me sob right over you. You are amazing and I adore you to bits. Thank you, pumpkin!

if you think i'm quality | accepting | @machinedheart

[marredsaudade-blog]

@machinedheart || Boys please

“Don’t patronize me, Shellhead.”

[notyourperfectsoldier-archive]

machinedheart replied to your post:

These fucking tumblr ads are pissing me the fuck...

[ you can use xkit to block them babes <3 ]

I have anti-captialism on xkit but it doesn’t stop the ones on the side.

[chyornaya-vdova]

@machinedheart cont.

“ Yes! Get my credit card and let’s go!” 

“Let’s go then.” She said, holding up his credit card to show him that she already had it.

[simplypeterparker]

@machinedheart || cont.

“But I’m-- I’m the future. Plus those things could be in there and I can’t-- I can’t kill ‘em Mr. Stark.”

[notyourperfectsoldier-archive]

@machinedheart liked for a Birthday chat with Cap;;

“Stark -- I appreciate the effort. I just ask that where ever we’re going....please no strippers.  Or  gambling.    Or  excessive                    drinking... okay?” 

[evolutionmastery]

| @machinedheart | 

It was stupid. Undoubtedly so. But Clint was away, Steve on a mission with Sam and like hell she would ask Natasha for help with this. She'd never hear the end of it. Well, she she wasn't exactly sure it wouldn't be the same with Tony but... He wasn't kicking her ass every morning in the ring, at least there was that.

So despite feeling like a complete idiot she gathered up her notebook and textbook and wandered into the kitchen where she found him waiting for his coffee to be ready.

“I have a problem.” She announced in greeting, determined to lay out her issue before she’d chicken out. She didn’t want to be treated like a child and she wasn’t a child (did anyone but her believe that, really?), but she was as stubborn about finishing this online course Steve talked her into taking. And part of it was some fun but complicated math.

“I don’t get it.” She added at his arched brow, setting her books on the table, opened on the topic she was struggling on, and her notebook with pages of viciously crossed out calculations. 

“Save me?”