#tonystarter

[fvckups-blog1]

“If I asked you what your favorite book was, would you be able to tell me?”

[mischiefmuses]

Closed starter for Tony Stark @rvkybusincv​

“I hate ties... I really hate them...” Loki mumbled trying to fix his tie with the help of the glass case for one of the artifacts from Norway. He hadn’t been aware of someone coming up next to him. His clothes in Asgard might not have been the easiest to put on but at least he didn’t feel like he was being strangled by his own clothes. 

[fvckups-blog1]

“If you must watch any of my movies, pick something more recent; at least you’ll be spared the possibility of seeing me sporting a mullet looking hairdo.”

[gothicxhorror-blog]

60xb

"Riveting new song idea Kit," Tony said walking back stage after the concert. "Whose magical hands that take you wonderland were you talking about, exactly?" Tony asks leaning against the wall watching the other with a deep gaze.

[raemundoxx-blog]

            “Yani o albümü benim alıp almadığımı merak mı ediyorsun? 

                                             Eh, diyelim ki aldım...”      

[aceschuckles-blog]

a very common crisis || Vivienne & Samuel

Hollywood was fickle, this was something Vivienne had learned in the many years she'd been part of the industry. She'd practically grown up in this land of backstabbing and plastic surgery, so there had been little surprise in her assistant up and leaving her for better pay and the chance to be in a movie. Still, lack of surprise didn't mean lack of anger. Loyalty wasn't a lost emotion, was it? There were still people who felt like sticking around for the sole purpose that it was a good thing to do. Where could she find one of those people?

Call her an idealist, but Vivienne believed that she could have it all. The success had already come, as had the reputation and her own confidence in herself. What she needed now was a team of people who she could trust and rely on, and while she knew could be putting herself in a position set to fail, it was a chance she was going to have to take. Where would she get if she tried to do everything alone? Besides, Carrie had always been sort of flimsy. The girl had been with her for three years, but Viv was frankly surprised she'd even lasted that long. In some way, she was relieved. Now she could go through the list of applicants and interview them; find someone who was better suited to her needs. 

What exactly did a personal assistant do, though? Carrie had just done all the little work and errands that Viv hadn't realized needed to be done. Oh well. She'd figure it out as she interviewed the candidates, she decided. Last time, her agent had just hired Carrie. The brunette had showed up to work one morning, all attitude and no sense of humor. This time, Viv was going to have a personal say. 

Five interviews in, she was seriously rethinking that decision. Samuel Reed would be the last one, she decided. He better hit it out of the fucking park, Viv thought. Her patience was running thin. 

"So," Viv raised her chin. "Why do you think you'd be good for the job?"

He'd only just settled into his chair, and she hadn't even asked his name or introduced herself, but this was how she was. If Samuel was going to have to deal with her every day, no doubt he'd see her at her worst. At the very least he should get a small taste of it now. 

[pheebeevans]

I'm completely out of muse for this assignment. In fact, I never had any to begin with. Who wants to write about something as mundane as family? Either your family is fucked up or it's happy, everything's been said. I'd rather write about strangers - beautiful, dark strangers with hungry eyes. You know the ones.

...so what do you say, Prof? Can I change my topic? I promise you'd love it.

[elizasshamilton]

we are the lions | karter

All in all, Katerina wasn't a fan of the missions that required an elaborate cover. So she wasn't sure how her entire life had become a cover. The Agency kept telling her they "needed" her like this - they "needed" someone with such a solid life that they seemed like a real person. But actually being a real person could be exhausting. Especially when it came to Porter. Her husband - she felt wrong calling him that, committing to a title that he thought was real but she knew could be dissolved in an instant - was a handsome, kind, utterly normal man. Most women would have been overjoyed to have him. Katerina was not most women. She didn't want commitment, she didn't want ordinary. She was a spy because she thrived on excitement. She loved change.

So how had she ended up married long enough to have anniversaries? She sighed heavily as she finished wrapping Porter's gift - a watch, big and typical except that it had a GPS tracker (she liked to know where her things were). Katerina wasn't on assignment right now, but she pretend to go to "work" each day anyway, and instead spent the majority of her time honing her hand-to-hand or weaponry skills at the Agency. She'd gotten so bored she found herself very nearly praying for some sort of life-risking mission. Maybe they'd need her to infiltrate a drug cartel. Maybe she could fake her own death and be done with Porter. Maybe she could escape before their anniversary dinner tonight...

Katerina pushed aside her blonde hair and bit her lip, surprised at the small pang of regret she felt at the thought. Maybe she'd become a little attached over their year together after all. She supposed it wasn't entirely surprising. So she was attached to him...like she would be to a pet. It was fine. It wasn't going to compromise her. Even after all these months she didn't feel like she truly knew how to be a wife. She was a good actress, of course, but she didn't have to love every skin she wore. And this one was so uncomfortable. Katerina grimaced, softly, as she looked at the candles she'd set out on the table. Romantic. She sighed again, and found herself imaging what it would be like if Porter came home and slammed her down on the table, pushing aside all the fancy china and pretty little place settings, his lips on her jaw - it was a nice thought, but she wouldn't get her hopes up.