In my defense, Tony, this is your menace that you unleashed, you started this. I am not responsible for this what-so-ever.
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In my defense, Tony, this is your menace that you unleashed, you started this. I am not responsible for this what-so-ever.
"if the #starksexuals knew what a cheap ass chicken tony really is, i bet they'd stop going to war in my comments section over him real fast"
if @transistorized amanda doesn’t post it, i will, because i have it saved in bucky’s inspo channel. the infamous, the beloved, the amazing forbes 500 crop top
i am thinking about this again. @transistorized
@transistorized asked:
legitimately the funniest thing about the 616 universe is the number of times a superhero - any superhero except like bucky, pick one - is like, "surely nick is being honest and forthcoming this time!" and are shocked - shocked! - when it turns out he was, in fact, lying.
NICHOLAS FURY SENIOR? A LIAR? NEVER! it's literally so funny reading his comics and going man i can't wait to see how much this man is lying by the end [or middle] of the story because you know he is and you know everyone's gonna get pissed off and then he's just gonna get away with it [most the time] LMAO
@transistorized from NICK. Just because...
"Hey, Tony. Guess who has one thumb and needs some quick repairs?"
Of course, he's pointing his thumb(s) at his face. The metal one was just.. gone, as was the pointer.
"This guy."
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 ┃ @transistorized
It's rare for Jess to be outside the cityscapes of New York, to find herself amongst the state's luscious, often underappreciated greenery. It's even rarer to be out in it with Tony Stark. So rare, in fact, she can think of a whole ZERO times it's happened. Yet, here she stands with him now ⸺⸺ cradling a gathered bunch of her thematic dress to keep it from dragging through the mud and puddles from earlier that morning, currently craning her neck to gesture towards a food stand advertising GIANT TURKEY LEGS.
Seconds later, she's on the move for one.
❝ I'm making a PIT STOP. Don't worry, I'm sure I can scarf down the whole thing in time to see that fella with the flaming whips. ❞ Jessica's silky costume falls from her hands as she uses them to mime a whip ⸺⸺ complete with her own cracking HWA-TSH sounds.
She then STUMBLES over the sudden intrusion of fabric at her feet.
Though, she's also quick to catch herself from completely tumbling forward. Outstretched arms used to balance then run along the front of her outfit, smoothing out any wrinkles, mostly using it as an excuse to regain her COMPOSURE. ❝ You didn't see that. ❞ She's pointedly not looking over at Tony, face tilted slightly toward the sky. ❝ And if think you did, YOU DIDN'T. ❞
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 — there had not been a security system invented yet to keep her out ( for long ) and an ordinary, hapless doorman would never stand a chance. That’s how she found herself at the black tie soiree attended by the well-heeled of New York society, brushing elbows with hedge fund fat cats, silver-tongued politicians, and socialites (bluebloods and new money alike). It’s easy pickings for the Cat, with bracelets, watches, cufflinks, several necklaces, and even a pair of impressive diamond solitaire earrings finding their way into the lining of her clutch.
“Now what’s a benevolent tech-oligarch like you doin’ in a stuffy place like this?” Felicia is presumptuous, all self-assured feline arrogance, as she loops her arm with Stark’s — performing friendly familiarity even as she’s attaching an illicitly obtained, garishly extravagant watch to his wrist. Snowy head tilted back and lips twisted into a mischievous grin, the thief dropped her untouched glass of champagne on to a passing server’s tray.
She was a person of questionable character, not a total monster, after all.
“Oh, and you’re welcome by the way — if it weren’t for me, you’d have to deal with what’s-his-name? Hammer? Muskrat? They all blur together after a while.”
@transistorized wanted a starter.