seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
"That went way better then expected...."
With a peaked eyebrow she retorted, “Not what I had imagined, but it got the point across.” Pepper laughed looking at her finger. “How long had Happy been carrying this around? And was I ever going to know without pressure being put on you?”
Rude Awakening (closed)
@teddybears-and-monsters
The last thing Howard remembered was...
... he wasn’t sure. He knew he’d been driving, but a dozen instances of it were all run together. He knew Maria was hurt... but he wasn’t sure who had hurt her. He felt like it was somebody he knew. He wanted the man to stop. He was begging for it...
And then the lights came on.
He stumbled forward and then dropped onto his knees. His vision was fuzzy, his blood roaring in his ears. There was a shadow standing over him... was it the man who’d attacked them?
“Not my wife,” he managed. “Please... not Maria.”
Wedding Planning
@teddybears-and-monsters
“By the way, have you guys decided on a venue?” Pepper asked. Tony had said that he and Loki were getting married, but no more details had been forthcoming and it was putting definite kinks in her planning.
The First Darkness | Closed.
@teddybears-and-monsters
Wanda rolled her eyes at another excited gasp her room mate just made when Tony made yet another complicated trick on his broom. Or something like that, because young witch wasn’t paying attention. She was trying to read a script for their potions class. Not that she needed to, but rereading the recipes she knew by heart was still more exciting than watching some stupid quidditch game. She was there only because she had promised this to Alice some time prior.
“He’s so dreamy!” Alice exclaimed and sent him a kiss, just as at least dozen other girls, believing Tony was smiling just at them.
“Yes, fascinating,” Wanda mumbled, not even raising her eyes from the text, making some pencil notes on the side.
“You aren’t even looking,” Alice said reproachfully. Wanda didn’t replied to that and just turned the page. Not that she disliked quidditch that much, but there was a better chance for a snowflake in hell than for her to join the choir of overexcited girls praising Tony fucking Stark. In her eyes he was a pompous asshole and his friends were even worse. Also, they played against Slytherin so she had the occasion to ignore another teeth-grinning asshole, Vincent Blackwood. Wanda had to give Stark one thing, he was a duchebag, but he wasn’t evil. Vincent at the other hand wasn’t even hiding his intentions. Coming form an old family and bashing all he didn’t consider equal, he openly praised Voldemort’s ideas. Sad to say, he was a dream son in low for Wanda’s father, who encouraged this relationship despite his daughter’s furious protests.
A loud roar of cheering voices made her flinch and finally look at the game. Stark was making rounds with a snitch in his raised fist, warming up the crowd even more. Wanda closed the book and sighed. As much she was glad they won, she knew he wouldn’t shut up about it for another week.
An hour later Wanda tried to sneak into the dormitory without being dragged into the celebratory mess in the common room. As always in such occasions, it didn’t work because Alice tugged her away from the door in her everlasting yet failed attempts to socialize her friend with the rest.
“Congratulations, I guess,” Wanda said with a forced smile and raised her glass, hoping to go as soon as possible.
teddybears-and-monsters replied to your post: um– HELLO?
yeah did that to me and then tumblr like crashed and i lost all my chat bubbles. but luckly my messages are still there
wew lad, it would be super bad if chat logs were lost.
Maybe I should completely clear out the chat things completely. I was clearing them out anyway
teddybears-and-monsters replied to your post: For the Monday thing I won't show myself but I can...
THAT COMPUTER SET UP THO
My battle station is fully operational and it is optimized in a way that I could play games, write course work/do lab works, RP and shitpost.
Courtesy to my bro for lending me one of his monitors until I buy one of my own
If it weren’t for the fact that taking risks was all part of what went into being a god of mischief, Loki would have scolded himself for lurking on Midgard. He insisted to no one in particular that he was keeping tabs on the Avengers, though his lies grew thinner on the matter of his attention being solely on one in particular.
He amused me, that is all. He dared to talk to me with humour; shoved my brother like he weighed nothing; insulted me and lived through it.
Loki longed for an adversary and conversation. Secretly looking out for his once enemies seemed like an unexpected and entertaining whim to indulge.
He hadn’t expected to actually step in.
Stark had been invited to a vast mountain base belonging to a competitor who hoped to show him his work in supposed good faith and the option for collaboration. He would of course be suspicious. The man was highly experienced with betrayal.
No one had accounted for the idea that his opposition would be willing to sabotage their own facility just to get at him. One moment Stark was walking across what appeared to be perfectly solid ground, then he was gone, thin metal buckling fast beneath him into a hidden mine. There was a terrible groaning and shrieking of metal as a larger structure threatened to collapse.
Where once had been Loki’s shrouded projection there came a burst of prismatic light and the god appeared in earnest. To anyone watching he may not have been so recognisable. His hair was longer and not concealed by horns, his armour somewhat different from that worn during the invasion. He leapt down into the pit, not even knowing if the man had survived.
Then Loki saw him. A great sheet of metal, once a maintenance platform, dropped like a guillotine. Loki sprang across, standing over the fallen man and caught the platform in its descent. He gritted his teeth, its kinetic force threatening to push him to his knees. With a huff of breath he shoved the structure aside, his attention fixed upon Stark.
“My, we are in a sorry state, aren’t we?”
@teddybears-and-monsters
"They can't begin to comprehend what you are."
“Oh, but you believe that you do, is that right?” Wanda asked, rolling her eyes slightly. Stark might have been a genius, but his rational mind limited him when it came to things like magic. He treated it like a form of unknown science, possible to break apart and put back in few tidy equations. “The world is right to fear me. I try to keep that chaos at bay, but let’s face it, I’m a ticking bomb. A bomb that tries to do something good, but a bomb nonetheless.”
