#Anthony did such a good job holy shit

[teeth-for-sale]

it never stops to amaze me how in episode 60 when Willy says shut the fuck up it sucks all the air out of the room every single time i hear it

#Anthony did such a good job holy shit #dndads s1 #dndads spoilers

[nat-without-a-g]

I’m scared to watch episode 1 of in the mountains of dadness for two reasons

- I don’t have Patreon and will never get to see the end of the story (sad)

- I fully expect to walk away going ‘HILDY RUSSET HOW DID YOUR SON END UP LIKE THAT’

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #in the mountains of dadness #hildy russet #Barry oak #dndads spoilers #if she becomes a real character to me i have to grapple with the fact that her son is the WORST #I fully kin autumn when it comes to the matters of Barry oak #I think she should get to kill him as many times as she sees fit #I would say Anthony does a Damn good job at coming up with hatable dads #Hildy 🤝 Henry -> guys why are your sons so fucking Violent how did you manage that holy shit—

[fitrahgolden]

Story Prompt: There's a world you need to know 🎨 🎹 🎶

Kate, inspired by her birth mother's art legacy, is a music and art therapist as well as a semi-famous mural artist. She's hired by Violet to help Gregory and Hyacinth deal with the loss of the father they never knew, which Kate feels particularly well equipped to do given her own family history.

---

"Mother, who is that in there with Greg and Hy?"

"Oh! That's Kate. She's the children's new music and art therapist."

"...music and art therapist..."

"Don't start. I had a meeting with their teachers--"

"When was this? Why wasn't I there?"

Violet blinks at him. "I'm capable of tending to my children's education without you, Anthony. I am their mother, after all."

Anthony pinches the bridge of his nose. Not the time, he reminds himself. Not the time.

"I apologize. That's not what I meant to imply. What did their teachers say?"

"The children have been... talking a lot. About their father. And Hyacinth in particular has been withdrawn lately. Both of them have been receiving lower marks--"

"Then we'll replace their tutors."

"That's not the problem, Anthony. We're actually quite lucky that Ms. Sharma was available. She comes highly recommended. She works with several students at Hyacinth and Gregory's school and all over Kent."

Kate Sharma, was it? Right.

---

Anthony didn't think he looked particularly imposing as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the kids' "therapy session" to be over, but apparently he did as Kate Sharma started at his presence when she saw him, dropping her bag. They both dove to get it.

"Allow me," Anthony said. It sounded more like an order than an offer.

"No, thanks. I have it," Kate mumbled.

As they stood, Anthony finally got a good look at her face.

"Yes?"

"Pardon?

"You're staring at me."

"Oh, um, sorry." He extended his hand.

"Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton."

Kate scoffed but took his hand, shaking briefly but confidently.

"Kate Sharma."

She turned to leave, and Anthony felt the inexplicable urge to keep talking to her.

"How, um... did the session, uh, go?"

"You don't have to do this."

"What?"

"I know you think what I do is bullshit."

"No, I don't. I just--"

"It's fine, I'm used to it. Thankfully, it doesn't stop me from being really fucking good at my job. Anyway, your mother warned me about you."

"She--? Right. Um... Sorry, but can I just ask what training you need for this... job?" If any, he thought in his head.

Kate rolled her eyes, pulling out a folder and unceremoniously pushing it at him.

"I have degrees in Music, Music Therapy, and Art Psychotherapy. I'm registered with Health and Care Professions Council and a member of the British Associations of Art Therapy and Music Therapy."

Anthony flipped through the contents of the folder, everything corroborating what she'd just said. "How old are you?"

"Excuse me?"

He sheepishly handed the folder back. "I'm sorry. You're just very... accomplished. You always carry your credentials with you?"

"When I'm working, yes. Like I said, I'm used to people like you."

"Like me?"

"I really need to go. I have other clients to dupe into giving me money for playing with their children."

"That's not at all--"

She tossed over her shoulder, "Violet seems happy with my work, so I'm afraid you'll be seeing me again, Viscount."

Anthony was sort of dazed. What the fuck just happened?

"Holy shit, was that THE Kate Sharma?" Eloise all but shouted.

"The?"

"Of course you haven't heard of her, you uncultured swine. What in the world was she doing here?"

"She's... a child therapist. A... famous one, I guess?" Anthony squinted at his sister.

"Ugh, you're hopeless. She's also the best mural artist this side of London. You've never read My Mother's Daughter?"

Anthony looked back down the hallway where Kate Sharma disappeared. Huh.

#anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #kanthony #kanthonyedit #kate and anthony #kate bridgerton #kate x anthony #bridgerton #bridgerton au #lord bridgerton #story prompt #anthony bridgerton #anthony and kate #therapist au

[kiss-thiss-niss]

"Shit!"

He's huffing as he's running through the alleys.

"Shit, shit, shit!!"

The cursing didn't cease as he continued to cover his bleeding side.

He was hit.

Luckily this wasn't no holy bullets but GOD DAMN did it hurt like a bitch!

He couldn't even risk getting to his car-- lest he be followed. They get his plates? He's done for.

He couldn't believe he was caught on the job. They must have known he was coming.

The question was how?

This can happen sometimes. But there were just far too many for him to take out by himself.

Times like this he really missed Anthony--

He refused to accept any other partner after his brother was gone--

But that didn't matter now. What mattered now was escaping. One thing he could do was scurry. Ducking and weaving, he was always able to make real good use of the shadows...

Everything seemed clear now...but his best Instinct still told him to lay low...besides, He'd bleed out if he kept running like this...

With heavy breaths he's dropping in some alley hissing in pain.

He just needed to rest--

Needed to think--

"...Shit."

#Open Starter

[daincrediblegg]

For the album ask game, how about The Stranger album by Billy Joel since you introduced me to that one? (thank you for that btw holy shit it's so good)

dude I'm SO glad I got another person to appreciate Billy's genius as much as I do like holy shit. That fella REALLY popped off with this album too like one of my faves of all time tbh which is why it's gonna be so hard to choose because there's really not a single bad track on that baby like at all... but here we go imma try.

Vienna- personally charged this one. Dad told me it reminds him of me once and that's very true and it always gives me a little confidence boost whenever I listen to it or play it on guitar myself. Also insane lyrics too

The Stranger - It's just an insane groove. A bit darker than a good majority of his stuff- but again- the lyricism is INSANE. "Did you ever let your Lover see the Stranger in yourself?" gets me every single fucking time.

Scenes from An Italian Restaurant - probably the GOAT of the album tbh. It really is the best slice of life song ever made just because of the wealth of stories

Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) - ANOTHER INSANE GROOVE. Play it whenever I'm feeling I need a little escapism. One of my fave teenage angst songs also

Just the Way You Are - A true GOAT love song. The Pure acceptance? The casual intimacy of it? Does it get any better? ... wait....

She's Always a Woman to Me - One of my favorite love songs he's ever written tbh. Maybe one of the best love songs ever written if I'm honest. Duality of Woman and being hopelessly in love with them is just a great vibe like thank you Billy Joel for the feminism.

Only the Good Die Young- Not much to say. It's a classic.

Get it Right the First Time - Cool song. Don’t listen to it as much as the others but it’s still a good groove again.

Everybody has a Dream - definitely not my fave of the album but it’s a solid good slower song y’know? chill way to end the album. Good job Billy you earned it for going literally so fuckin hard on everything else. 

SEND ME AN ALBUM

#ask games #billy joel #man I love him for his lyricism and his song structure??? he's insane man #THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A PLATFORM TO TALK ABOUT BILLY LMAO #I will take more of these yes let me judge my fave albums

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (470): Fri 30th Jun 2023

34 years old. Holy titty bollocks how did this happen? Feels like only yesterday when I was at school…actually that was yesterday because I snuck back into my old school to smear dog shit all over my old history teachers classroom wall to get back at him for the time that he shouted at me in front of the entire class…even though said history teacher doesn’t work there anymore…and died seven years ago…but I digress. I was a bit kissed off because I still had to go into work today which is b-to-the-ullshit! Everyone should get their birthday off even if it’s a surgeon who’s the only person in the world capable of performing a life saving operation on a small child and who lives in a flat over the road from the hospital, that guy should still get the day off. Luckily the day went by quite quickly and without incident so I can’t really complain. Plus I got a lot of nice birthday messages on my Facebook and Instagram except the one my old nemesis Kevin Craggs keeps sending me every year and every year I have to explain to him that there is no such thing as a “birthday dick pic”. Just because you’ve written “Happy Birthday Anthony” on your penis doesn’t make it any less of a sex crime (well I assume that’s what he was trying to write in his cock but because it’s so tiny he ran out of room after “Hap”. Wow thirty four whole years old. When I turned 28 I officially outlived Jim Morrison and now at 34 I have outlived Jesus. The next milestone won’t be until I hit 68 when I will have outlived both Jim Morrison and Jesus put together. Thirty three wasn’t a bad old year: I started my favourite every job, went to LA, WrestleMania and saw the LA Lakers. Despite it being a very good year it was also a very shit year too, mainly due to the cold weather and my sheer laziness and lack of willingness to pursue new hobbies. I plan on rectifying both these things in the next year however. When the shitty weather comes around again I’m going to try and get away to somewhere nice and sunny. Also the fact that I’ve started taking anti anxiety drugs means that hopefully I should have more enthusiasm and desire to try new things and not sit around watching the same YouTube videos all the time. Year 33 will be hard to top but tomorrow I’m going to London to see Iggy Pop, then in a few weeks I will be taking my annual trip to the Edinburgh Festival, then back to London for the Devo concert with my good old Dad and finally back to London one last time to attend AEW All In! I’m about to play with fire right now because any time I write about targets I want to set myself for the forthcoming year I normally fail spectacular but who know maybe this year I’ll succeed. To be honest the two main things on my mind that NEED to be completed this year are to get down to 12 stone and to finish reading the remaining winners of the Edgar Award for best novel. As long as I manage to tick those off the bucket list I’ll already consider year 34 well spent before it’s even over. If I had to select one big item on the list that I hope to be crossed off it would be to go to the Royal Rumble but as of this moment it’s unknown where the show will be taking place but it would be ideal for me if they held it in New Orleans because I’ve always wanted to go there too. Year 33 you were great but I know I can do better. Year 34: Let’s rock!

[morizoras-cave]

Delicate (Request)

Marvel Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hey I have a request. People think because I'm a small(5'3") girl I'm a "Delicate flower" and I'm really the complete opposite. So Marvel Cast x Teen!Reader. Reader was a hardcore stunt double(jumping off buildings,in simulated car accidents, fight scenes, ect.)before she got into acting,but because she's so young they try to prevent her from doing her job. (I'm evil so have her do one of the most risky stunts and nail it)

Warnings: stunt, violence (kind of), language, concerned costars :)

(A/N): hey yall im gonna update hopefully twice today or twice tomorrow? it’s because im going to BERLIN with my SCHOOL on sunday, so i dont expect to be able to write a lot. i already feel kind of guilty, since i havent even written that much this week? it can just be really exhausting you know? anyway i know none of you guys mind, its just what i keep worrying about, but anyway hope you all enjoy this :D

“Y/n, can’t you please reconsider this?” 

“No, I’m doing the stunt!” 

It was getting annoying at this point. You and the cast had been filming the newest Marvel movie for the past 4 months, and finally came the day, where your stunts were filmed. You only had this one scene (and one or two others with a bit of action) in the entire movie that included stunts, and you, being an experienced stunt double before turning into an actor, were excited. In fact, you were pretty sure that your experience as a stunt double, was what had gotten you the job in the first place. 

You expected that your co-stars would know this, but none of them did, and you found it hard to bring it up, without feeling like you were bragging or something, so you just didn’t tell them. But that was turning out to be a bad idea, as they were getting increasingly worried. 

During the first couple of months, it was mostly light chuckles and small remarks. 

“That’s gonna be tough, huh?”

But as the set was built and the day came closer, the remarks turned into a worried demands. 

“Y/n, that is way too dangerous! Tell the director that you want a stunt double!” Anthony had told you firmly and worryingly, as you came onto the set, wearing your costume. You furrowed your brows and tilted your head up to look at him.

“No, Anthony. I already told you,” you mumbled. Sebastian, Chris (Evans), Scarlett, and Tom (Hiddleston) looked over and a flurry of sighs came. The argument was starting again. 

“Look, maybe you should just listen to us - that stuff is really dangerous, and you’re just too young,” Chris told you, giving you those worried blue eyes. 

“I mean, look at you! You’re.. You know!” Sebastian knew immediately he shouldn’t have begun that sentence when he saw the narrow-eyed glare you sent his way.

“I’m what?” 

“You know... Delicate..” 

You rolled your eyes, intending to walk to a different part of set, where you wouldn’t be ridiculed, but Scarlett’s voice interrupted you. “Alright,” she said, “I’m gonna go ask Joe to give you a stunt double-” 

Just before you could retort, because, boy, was it annoying, a set worker yelled across set, running busily across set. “Guys! You’re on now!” 

You smirked cartoonishly, knowing you’d get to do the stunt, and set off to your starting position. Your coworkers watched you triumphantly getting ready, and exchanged deflated glances. They, reluctantly, got into position as well. 

“Action!”

You felt a power surge as you started, almost immediately jumping into the action. You did it just as it was written in the script, ducking beneath flying fists, taking fake punches, delivering soft blows and jumping and flipping in the air like it was nothing. 

As you dashed across the set, you glanced at Tom and Sebastian. They were both doing their own thing, but you found that their attention had been drifted slightly from the fight and onto you. Their mouths stood slightly agape.

You suppressed your grin, and climbed to the area of which you’d be jumping into a fairly narrow safety pad. You glance down and felt both anxiety and excitement tingling in your stomach. God, you’d really missed being a stunt double. 

You saw Anthony and Scarlett frowning, and then Chris glancing at the director, probably to signal yo get you down from there, but both directors were looking solely at you. 

The ground crunched beneath you, as you turned, pretending to look at approaching enemies coming up to the ledge from behind you. Then you looked down the jump and bit your lip, acting scared. 

“Welp, I guess I’m doing this,” you said as scripted, and then let yourself fall. Just as your body fell between the gap, you grabbed onto a small branch, placed there very purposefully. Your body bounced violently at the motion, and your arm tugged at the weight of your own body. 

You heard the actors playing the villains trample above you in confusion. 

“They probably jumped over! Let’s go!” they hissed, and the ledge thundered and small stones fell, as they all left you in the gap. You looked, once more just like in the script, at the ledge, the branch, and then beneath you. 

“God, bad day..” you mumbled, and comically you let yourself fall. You landed, rather gracefully in your opinion, on the pad, and fell onto safety. 

The set exploded in applause. The directors, set workers, actors and actresses, everyone was seemingly impressed, and you smiled with pride. 

“Woah, holy shit, holy fucking shit, Y/n! When’d you learn to do that?!” Chris asked excitedly, everyone running over as you stood up. 

“I was a stunt double for years. I love this kind of stuff,” you explained and watched them roll their eyes and smile in disbelief. 

“Why didn’t you say so, you dumbass?” Anthony tried to be angry, but he couldn’t hide how impressed he was. “But, for real, damn that was cool.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know how to bring it up. Anyway-” 

“STOP CELEBRATING, WE’RE NOT DONE!” One of the directors had a megaphone and he made big eyes, as he fussed you all along. The cast laughed at him.

“Alright, but, uh- Next time, just tell us, Y/n. You gave me a fucking heart attack.” Scarlett cursed at you, booped your nose, and then jogged back to her place. You laughed and nodded.

“Tell me too!” Tom hissed, glancing at everyone waiting for the cast to stop fooling around, booped your nose once more (a very boopable surface, if you will), and ran to his position as well. 

Everyone traveled back to their places, and then you would work the scene over and over, and at the end of the day, you all went out to celebrate because, as the cast liked to phrase it, you were ‘inexplicably cool’. 

You enjoyed the food and the glory, and all was good. Looks like you weren’t so delicate after all. 

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[mrs-cavill-wife]

The Skirt and The Elevator. (One Shot)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Angel)

Warning: Language. Angst? Some moments of tension but fluff. Plot twist?

Author's Note: Well well that's my first fanfiction ever. I'm sorry if it is too long, it's based on dream i had. I swear I'm hyperventilating but I'm excited, hope you guys enjoy it. Yes, I put my name on the character, hope you guys don't mind. Leave some feedback and reblog it if you really like, please and thank you!

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Summary: Captain Syverson has a very attractive visit, but the rebellious girl knows how to attract danger and the Captain's heart can hardly stand it.

Cap. Syverson POV

These weaklings don't know how to flex, what the fuck are they doing here? Or rather, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?

Well, I was one step away from a few holidays, a good break, with the best company in the world .. but the 1st. Lt Anthony contacted me, he needed a good soldier, a captain to train new recruits and well, without wanting to brag, my title is not just a title.. and here I am, with these soft asses, burning under the sun.. it could be California sun, with some.. What the fuck are these brats looking at?

"Hey your pieces of shit, focus.."

I looked to the side and saw that vision, an oasis in the shape of a woman. You can call it out a skirt but swear I can see up to half of that round booty that I would love to.. SHIT, SHUT UP BRAIN, She's Anthony's daughter..

Angel's POV

I got there, with my best smile, being the owner's daughter has its advantages but I know that my Daddy won't approve of my outfit and in fact, fuck it, he knows I don't give two shits about opinions, from nobody, at all and I'm not on the best mood, my beautiful vacation was ruined, and i already had some plans but my company went down to take care of other things but I have my ways to find some fun.

Just like now, I am loving sitting in front of these soldiers, reading my magazine as they try to see something under my tiny skirt as the Captain lets fire out of his eyes. Of course he noticed me as soon as I arrived, he always does and I love to test his patience.

Hearing that rough voice yelling at the boys is a lot of fun, I like to be admired, but knowing that the Captain is losing focus? Holy shit, is certainly the best part.

I crossed my legs a few times, some times letting it sightly open and that's it, the Captain was no longer pretending to ignore me, he was looking at me with disapproval, anger.. Oh Captain, you know it turn me on baby but yeah, that's my cue to leave and I did.

When I was waiting for the elevator, I was leaning against the wall, laughing to myself, my favorite hobby, I love playing with it. I heard long, steady steps, I didn't have to look to know who it was. I thought the elevator would take longer, I mean, t's about twenty-one floors here, but the doors opened just in time, I ran inside but I wasn't fast enough, those warm hands were already holding the door and the most beautiful blue eyes I've seen were staring at me.

"What's your freaking problem, woman? Are you hating me enough to make my job difficult or are you just testing my patience?"

He asked and I looked at him with my best ironic face and mischievous smile. I touched his hand, playing with his fingers, softly, just the way he likes and I saw saw his beastly posture being tamed.

"Huh I think both.. well, actually, the three?"

He looked at me confused arching one eyebrow and that's my chance again. I managed to move his hand, taking him by surprise and quickly pressed the button for the ground floor, causing the door to close, but before the elevator moved, I screamed when the door closed.

"Focus to find the thirty reason, Captain"

Cap. Syverson POV

And the elevator closed before I could say anything else. Third reason, is it? Ok lady..

I received a text, it was one of the recruits, saying that my daughter was here. I know, it's not the place for a five-month-old baby but well, it's a quiet day and I was just finishing the beginners' training, or almost training because it was ruined by beautiful legs and a skirt that I'm dying to tear up if I see again and I was planning going home after. Suddenly I heard a loud noise and a familiar scream, the elevator was creaking and the owner of the 'little mind-destroying skirt' was in panic. My phone rang and one of the soldiers told me it was for the elevator is undergoing maintenance, but for me not to worry, powders were already solving the problem.

"Not to worry? NOT TO WORRY?There's a woman who can die if the elevator goes down… What's wrong with you? Why didn't they tell you before the elevator was going to be under maintenance? I'm going there to the ground floor"

I hung up after yelling at the top of my lungs. I ran to the emergency stairs. Twenty-one floors.. OF STAIRS ... great, well, weren't you the one who was bragging, Syverson? Time to show your strength.

Angel's POV

I just went through the twenty minutes of pure agony of my whole life, in fact, in my head, it felt like hours. But at least, I was out of the elevator, one of the soldiers fanned me while I drank a glass of cold water and recovered my breath. I took out my cell phone and saw that it had an unread message. It was from the kindergarten. Oh shit, she was already here. I gave the glass to one of the soldiers and ran to the lobby and relieved myself with the view. After almost having a heart attack, seeing my daughter and her father, the loves of my life together.. everything I need.

He ran up to me with our princess on his lap and touched my right shoulder, looking at me with distress, nervous, shaking and cold hands.

"Baby, I had to get her first.. are you alright? Any wound? I'll kill those motherfuckers but first let's get a cab, I'll take you to the emergency.."

I giggled and touched his beard face, gave him a soft peck and hugged him tightly while our little princess looked at me and touched my cheek making me smile.

"Sy, it's over. I'm alright, baby"

I kissed our daughters hand then looked at him and my heart smashed seeing a single tear falling through his cheek.

"I.. I don't know what I would do without you. I need you two in my life.. shit, I shouldn't had accepted to come.. I ruined our vacation"

I interrupted him giving another soft peck in his lips.

"But you don't wanted to disappoint my dad aka your boss aka your father in law.. I know, love. It's all alright. We can have another vacation soon and we're together, it's all the matters, right?"

I saw he smiling softly at me then at our daughter while she played with his beard, then he hugged us tight as he could.

"Yes, that's all that matters, love."

After a few seconds, he separated us and smirked. I know this smirk..

"But I didn't forgot what you caused.. I will tear apart this skirt when we head home"

I giggled and kissed him softly ending the kiss with a light bite on his bottom lip.

"Mmm I'm counting on that, Cap"

#henry cavill one shot #henrycavill rp #captain syverson imagine #hubby!sy #henry cavill x female reader #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fanfic

[mostlybats-partiallyrats]

Been out of commission this week as a result of certain aspects of my biology that I'd rather not possess. So I've mostly been watching YouTube and Vampire movies. So I guess I'll chronicle my thoughts here:

Interview With The Vampire (1994): what started this whole venture. Really decent movie, loved the costumes. Your average melodramatic gothic horror (loved it). Two things I noticed immediately with this movie that remained pretty consistent throughout: INCONSOLABLY HORNY. Seriously I've never seen a movie where every character except a literal child should go to horny jail (also, the horny is very concentrated between a trio of male characters so... Pretty gay, bro). Holy shit. The second is that Louis will always set something on fire. Usually a building. With varying numbers of people inside. It literally happens three times. So....🔥🔥🔥

[Gif Description: Antonio Banderas as Armand being unnecessarily horny with a lit candle. He runs his hand over the flame and then whinces with pain, pretty much. End ID.]

I think this gif sums up that movie.

The Hunger (1983): didn't even get around to watching this one actually. Only really considered it because of David Bowie and Susan Sarandon (and also some sapphic themes, always nice). Then I just saw that it was too poorly rated by too many people. Maybe I'll watch it at some point for sheer shits and giggles.

[Gif Description: Catherine Deneuve as Miriam, is smoking a cigarette. She has on red lipstick, a pair of dangling earrings, some black leather gloves, and a pair of statement silver sunglasses. End ID.]

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992): somehow even hornier than Interview With The Vampire in some parts. Always a fan of blasphemy against Western Christianity, so that was nice to see. Winona Ryder is always a win in my book, love her. And it was nice to see a younger pre-Matrix Keanu Reeves. Anthony Hopkins did a great job as Dr Van Helsing too. I liked it, very dramatic, tragic, horny (duh), and lots of blood👌

[Gif Description: Sadie Frost as Lucy Westenra after she has been turned into a vampire. Her face is painted white, she is wearing a gaudy wedding dress with a massive round collar, and a wooden cross is seen being held in front of her. She bears her bloodied teeth. End ID.]

Cronos (1993): haven't been able to find this anywhere, but I really wanna watch it, because I like Guillermo Del Toro and I know he has a particular affinity for monsters. So I'm excited to watch this one. As such, there is no gif, I don't wanna spoil it for myself🤐.

What We Do In The Shadows (2014): different from the others because it's a comedy, but I loved it, it was awesome 😊. Jermaine Clement and Taika Waititi did so well in making the whole thing awkwardly hilarious. Very quotable and great for if you want a change of pace with vamp movies. Will always bring a smile to my face I think😁

[Gif Description: Taika Waititi as Viago, dressed in old 18th Century European clothing, is using a toothbrush to clean the "teeth" (fangs) of the character Peter. Peter's look is clearly influenced by the 1922 film Nosferatu. He is bald with long pointed ears, pale mottled skin, grey irises, and several long yellowed fangs. He's wearing a simple black cloak. End ID.]

Sidenote: seems like the early 90s was for some reason a really good time for vampire movies. Also I've already seen Lost Boys, a while ago. Maybe I'll watch it again soon, who knows. 🤷 I also wanna watch Nosferatu.

✨💀🥀🦇✨

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[fluctuating-fixations]

I saw tootsie in tour here’s my thoughts

A lot of this is in compassion to the broadway bootleg, also some of these are inside jokes with @max-van-horn

ACT I

Damn this set and costumes are non equity!

Drew why aren’t you cheating out

Adam Dupleiss didn’t have as good stage presence as Reg, but I think he grew into it as the show progressed

Drew talks like Ethan Slater as spongebob

Payton’s Sandy is less self pitying and less. Annoying than Sarah’s Sandy.

I swear to god they had a Hanukkah poster thing on the wall/door during Michael’s “party” scene that never showed up again

They are hitting nearly every joke this is GREAT

I love Jared’s Jeff he’s better than Andy sorry Andy favorite mutual on Dorothysmichaels

THEY HAVE LIKE NO ENSEMBLE MEMBERS THERE WAS ENOUGH FOR 2 COUPLES 2 MEN AND 2 WOMEN IN IM ALIVE PLUS ALL THE NAMED CHARACTERS AND 3 COUPLES PLUS NAMED IN I LIKE WHAT SHES DOING

I think Drew Dorothy and Ashley Julie have better chemistry than Santino and Lilli but idk

U know what this Michael is so adhder and Bway Michael is autistic

Some of the blocking was a little different

The audition/rehearsal room was a skrim of a wall overlooking the city with (medicore) forced perspective and a barre, or maybe it was a flat

Dorothy wiggled her shoulders at max it was so weird like some shit straight outta Fosse

Stan had a New York accent

It feels like the whole cast took a bit for them to really get into it except for Payton, Drew was amazing though his vibrato holy shit

A looot of skrims and flats attached to the fly system

Julie is so sweet oh my god

“Connecting with all of those folks in the dark” hits different when you really are one of the folks connecting with her

Michael is less evil than he sounds on the audio boot

HE WASNT ON HIS KNEES FOR THE HALF COCKED AND DOWN ON MY KNEES LINE IT WAS SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT

The set the non flat non skrim part was two ? Foldable flats one side was a New York skyline the other was an interior and each would fold out into Mike and Jeff’s apartment

Carl sounded gay as hell

The ensemble would move the set Sweeney Todd core omg!!!

Julie and Dorothy bonded over??? Hating pigeons???

MAX DID THIS ANTHONY ASS JUMP IN THE MIDDLE KF THE STAGE DURING THE TRANSITION BETWEEN IM ALIVE AND THE NEXT SCENE

Dorothy didn’t come out of a trap door in Unstoppable, also the dress was cut shorter than in the Broadway version I think?

Drew’s Dorothy isn’t as much of a milf as Santino’s I’m sorry I think they should’ve redone the wig a little to suit his face shape now he looks like my photography teacher

ACT II

ACT 2 WAS SO FUNNY

QGOD the laughs in Jeff sums it up Holy shit

Jeff sped up when he was doing the dance when Michael was trying to shush him for the phone call the laughs went on for AGES

Julie’s delivery of Who Are You reprise with Ashley’s interpretation of Julie is AMAZING it works better than Lilli’s sorry

THIS THING WAS SO FUNNY THAT AND THE SCENE AFTERWARDS BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN Michael sunk to the floor during it

Jeff also sits like Spiderman in one party shortly before he jumps? It’s rather odd, but funny

I love the scene afterwards too Stan was so funny, just everything I liked the dynamics in his voice

Michael sinks to the floor on all fours and cowers when he says “it’s really not”

The ninja turtle

The Dress meme shows up. Very dated, not funny sorry

The reveal scene doesn’t hit the same with Rita yelling “SON OF A BITCH”

In speaking of Rita the actress did a good job at sounding and talking like an old woman, not just in voice but in mannerism and inflection

Michael is not autistic.

He sounded so gross when he was flirting with Julie it was funny though

Sandy so silly I love her

THW REVEAL idk man it was good, the sets were interesting they didn’t have a backdrop to be the audience

Lukas James Miller heel click

The changed reveal scene was good it made me wanna kms less, very funny too

The Sandpaper romance was so abrupt it was hilarious

Jeff was holding a MacBook during the press conference scene

They don’t have a landline anymore, I swear they had a landline in the bootleg but I could be remembering it wrong

The ending still sucked ass but the way it’s delivered there is no way they get back together and a slim chance they stay friends

CHARACTERS

In relation to how similar and different they are from the broadway version

Michael - a lot more ? Assholely, Bway Michael is more well intending and is a dick and selfish out of lack of self awareness, this guy is just a piece of shit and I love him, he’s very excitable, feels more like a man-child who never grew out of his 20s very immature, kinda gay, a little less gay than in the audio but he definitely likes men and is not truly in love with Julie, possibly just infatuated/crush

Dorothy - I love her so much Drew Becker absolutely shines as Dorothy it’s really interesting how you can feel Michael become more comfortable with being Dorothy it’s less of Michael playing Dorothy like he is in early act one and he just IS Dorothy by the end, very funny and smart and is a wonderful parallel to Michael (though she is just an extension of him) also Drew Becker can SING, I love her gestures and the way she moves her body

Julie - So sweet! I love her she isn’t someone who self isolated she’s someone who was isolated at a young age, and because of that dove deep into her art and craft and is there to be happy and be seen, not closed off and reclusive like broadway Julie just didn’t see romance as an option beforehand, you can feel her Love for theatre in contrast to Michael’s lust for theatre

Jeff - so fucking tired of this little boy he’s probably had to take care of since college, truly cares about Michael and seems to be worried but he’s at his limit and doesn’t know how to push Michael to help himself at this point, VERY funny too he really gets into the heart of this character

Sandy - Poor thing she’s been through so much, I feel like Bway Sandy as much as she’s hysterical she’s like a cartoon but Instead of a caricature of a person who’s hanging by a thread she’s just a poor woman who’s tried and never gotten what she wants and you believe it also Funny

Max - this version of Max is WILDLY different from Bway max, instead of some blunt jock who’s been given this role he feels like a kid who’s been dumped first in a reality show he probably got on by chance and then a broadway musical, also he’s really funny and dumb and silly

Ron - Britified. But GREAT he feels like what I imagine Bob Fosse was like offstage but silly and British, he earns every laugh and is just a wonderfully cartoonish antagonist to Dorothy

Rita - Rita is basically the same as broadway Rita it’s just not Julie Halston, she feels a little less blunt in this one than broadway version

#tootsie #tootsie musical #tootsie the comedy musical #comedy #tootsie tour #tour #dorothy michaels #michael dorsey #julie nichols #jeff slater #sandy lester #max van horn #ron carlisle #musical review #fluxations reviews #musicals #theatre #broadway

[iam93percentstardust]

AU-gust Day 24: Private Detective

Requested by anon for a Winteriron AU!

Also on ao3 here

~

Bucky actually despises taking the cheating spouse jobs. He hates that people are so desperate for proof that their spouse is cheating on them so they could get out of their prenup—because it’s always someone rich enough to need a prenup—and he hates that there’s no trust in relationships anymore and he hates the way the people who ask him to do jobs like this always look down on him.

But money is money and Bucky doesn’t have a lot of it so he always takes the job because bills don’t care about your moral standards.

Doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it though.

And he’s not. He always calls Nat or Stevie during the long vigils so he can complain about these stupid jobs and how ridiculous they are and did you know that not only is Senator Johnson cheating but he’s cheating with one of the male interns working on his reelection campaign and that’s just gross and a massive abuse of power. And Nat or Steve always act like they’d be patting his hand if they were there with him. Nat always reminds him that these jobs are worth it so he can take the jobs that actually mean something and Stevie always spends a few minutes ranting about the state of political corruption in this country and how it’s going to hell in a handbasket. Bucky likes those rants. They make him feel better.

Problem is, this latest cheating spouse case? He’s pretty sure it’s not a cheating spouse.

Tiberius Stone, CEO of Viastone, has been married to his spouse for the last five years and recently set his eye on a pretty young socialite who aspires to be an actress, go figure. So now, of course, he wants out of his marriage but the problem is that his spouse, one Anthony Stark, is a ruthless son of a bitch who managed to trick Stone into a prenup that’ll wipe him of all he’s worth if Stone breaks off the marriage for anything less than infidelity.

Bucky got a look at the prenup when he was doing research for this case. The thing is vicious and blatant enough that when he’d read through it, he had kind of wondered if Anthony Stark—with his pretty doe eyes and wicked smile—had been sucking Stone’s cock when he got him to sign.

Fortunately for Stone, Anthony Stark has been mysteriously leaving the house late at night and early in the morning and shaking off every other tail that Stone has put on him, hence the private detective.

Bucky prides himself on being the best private detective in the entire state of New York (with the exception of Miss Jones, who somehow manages to be twice as good as him while permanently drunk) so it’s easy peasy for him to stake out the mansion for a few days before he spots Stark leaving the house one early morning with an oversized suitcase and a squirrely look about him before getting in his car and backing down the driveway.

He grins to himself and settles back to wait. He doesn’t need to do what other PI’s do and follow the guy at a respectable distance because he’s got something better: a tracker, stolen from his time with the army and discretely placed on the underside of Stark’s car.

Except Stark gets halfway down the driveway and then stops, gets out of the car, kneels down, and fishes around underneath the car until he finds what looks like Bucky’s tracker. He flips it over, pulls a tiny screwdriver out of his pocket and fiddles with it for a moment before sticking it back on the car.

That’s…weird.

Bucky watches him pull out of the driveway and drive off and then checks the GPS on his phone to see where the tracker is going. And that’s when he realizes that Anthony Stark is going in the opposite direction that the tracker is claiming.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, scrambling for his car.

He’s certain that Stark must know he’s behind him if he’s beaten every other PI Stone has sent after him. But Stark doesn’t bother backtracking or trying to lose him or any of the other tricks he’s seen employed by people who think they’re following. No, he just drives right into the heart of the city and pulls up to…the VA hospital.

What?

Bucky grabs his binoculars, adjusting them just in time to see Stark stop at the front entrance and a couple nurses come out to greet him as he gets out of the car. He switches the audio part of the tracker on, wondering if Stark hadn’t managed to turn that off at least.

“—if you need help with installation,” Stark says, rounding the corner to the trunk. He pops it open and unzips the suitcase, emerging with a handful of—are those arms? And what looks like a leg and—

“Holy shit, you sick bastard, he’s not cheating on you at all,” Bucky mutters. And he’d be willing to bet that Stone knows it too cause this? This isn’t really the kind of thing you can hide. This is the kind of personality that seeps out in other ways no matter how much Stark might try to act like an asshole.

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening with another batch,” Stark finishes as he hands off the last of the prosthetics to the nurses.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” one of the nurses says fervently.

“Don’t mention it,” Stark says causally. “Seriously, don’t.”

He watches them go and then sets off across the parking lot—right toward Bucky’s car. Aw fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have just followed him but Stark discovering his bug had really thrown him off. For a brief moment, he entertains the thought of just leaving but he’s pretty sure that would create more problems than it solves.

Stark smiles sweetly and taps on his window. Bucky rolls it down and waits for the riot act.

But when it comes, all Stark says is, “If Ty wants a divorce, he can have the balls to tell me himself.” Then he glances at Bucky’s empty left sleeve—his main souvenir from the army—and adds, “I can help with that, if you want.”

Then he walks—no, that’s a fucking sashay—back to his car, gets in, and drives off.

And Bucky drags his gaze away from Stark’s ass, sinks lower in his seat, and mutters, “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

#winteriron #august2020 #alle writes #if you like please consider reblogging

[fitrahgolden]

Next, I tried writing a bit more of There's a world you need to know. Here goes. Like with Lilies and Soap, I'll probably just post scenes haphazardly and erratically and out of order. Fun, right?

Hope you enjoy.

There's A World You Need To Know: 1 - Not Really Sure How To Feel About It

"Mother, who is that in there with Greg and Hy?"

"Oh! That's Kate. She's the children's new music and art therapist."

"...music and art therapist..."

"Don't start. I had a meeting with their teachers--"

"When was this? Why wasn't I there?"

Violet blinked at him. "I'm capable of tending to my children's education without you, Anthony. I am their mother, after all."

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. Not the time, he reminded himself. Not the time.

"I apologize. That's not what I meant to imply. What did their teachers say?"

"The children have been... talking a lot. About their father. And Hyacinth in particular has been withdrawn lately. Both of them have been receiving lower marks--"

"Then we'll replace their tutors."

"That's not the problem, Anthony. We're actually quite lucky that Ms. Sharma was available. She comes highly recommended. She works with several students at Hyacinth and Gregory's school and all over Kent."

Kate Sharma, was it? Right. 

—

Anthony didn't think he looked particularly imposing as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the kids' "therapy session" to be over, but apparently he did as Kate Sharma startled at his presence when she saw him, dropping her bag. They both dove to get it.

"Allow me," Anthony said. It sounded more like an order than an offer.

"No, thanks. I have it," Kate mumbled.

As they stood, Anthony finally got a good look at her face.

"...Yes?"

"Pardon? 

"You're staring at me."

"Oh, um, sorry." He extended his hand.

"Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton."

Kate scoffed but took his hand, shaking briefly but confidently.

"Kate Sharma."

She turned to leave and Anthony felt the inexplicable urge to keep talking to her.

"How, um... did the session, uh, go?"

"You don't have to do this."

"What?"

"I know you think what I do is bullshit."

"No, I don't. I just--"

"It's fine, I'm used to it. Thankfully, it doesn't stop me from being really fucking good at my job. Anyway, your mother warned me about you."

"She--? Right. Um... Sorry, but can I just ask what training you need for this... job?" If any, he added in his head.

Kate rolled her eyes, pulling out a folder and unceremoniously pushing it at him.

"I have degrees in Music, Music Therapy, and Art Psychotherapy. I'm registered with the Health and Care Professions Council and a member of the British Associations of both Art Therapy and Music Therapy."

Anthony flipped through the contents of the folder, everything corroborating what she'd just said. "How old are you?"

"Excuse me?"

He sheepishly handed the folder back. "I'm sorry. You're just very... accomplished. You always carry your credentials with you?"

"When I'm working, yes. Like I said, I'm used to people like you."

"Like me?"

"I really need to go. I have other clients to dupe into giving me money for playing with their children."

"That's not at all--"

She tossed over her shoulder, "Violet seems happy with my work, as do the kids, so I'm afraid you'll be seeing me again, Viscount."

Anthony was sort of dazed. What the fuck just happened?

"Holy shit, was that the Kate Sharma?" Eloise all but shouted.

"The?"

"Of course you haven't heard of her, you uncultured swine. What in the world was she doing here?"

"She's... a child therapist. A... famous one, I guess?" Anthony squinted at his sister.

"Ugh, you're hopeless. She's also the best mural artist this side of London. You've never read My Mother's Daughter?"

Anthony looked back down the hallway where Kate Sharma disappeared. Huh.

—

The bell rang as Anthony entered Art Blanche and he was already bracing for it.

“Who is that I spy? Lord Anthony Bridgerton descending into the bohemian slums that are my domain?” Benedict’s grin was comically wide as he sat behind the desk in his small art shop.

“Brother, always a pleasure. I was planning on supporting a local family run business, but I can pop down to Waterstones.”

Benedict was already walking over with his arms outstretched. “No! Stay, stay. So, you are looking for a book?” Benedict asked, giving Anthony a bear hug.

“Yeah. Um… My Mother’s Daughter? It’s by–”

“Kathani Sharma, newly employed as the kids’ therapist.” Benedict made his way to the art books section and plucked a copy of Kate’s book from the shelf.

“Right,” Anthony took the book when Benedict proffered it. “Have you met her yet?”

“No, but last time I was home, Greg and Hy were gushing about her. Mother, too. I can’t believe she snagged Ms. Sharma.”

“You sound like Eloise.”

“I’m surprisingly OK with that. So, you’re doing your own research so you can discount art therapy and fire the creative genius?”

Anthony closed the book he’d been flipping through and looked up. “Damn it, can’t I just look into it? Does it not sound a little silly to you? Wait–”

“Right, remember who you are talking to.”

“Anyway, yes, I’m looking into myself.”

“You don’t think mum has? You know you can just let her parent on her own.” Benedict’s tone was kind, but Anthony got defensive anyway.

“Jesus, I know that! That doesn’t mean I want to abdicate all responsibility for the kids’ wellbeing.” He exhaled sharply, looking back down at the book. “I apologize.” Benedict placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You’re alright. Do your research. But please give her a chance. She’s brilliant.”

“Wait…”

Benedict raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“T. W. Dorset. Tom? She works with Tom? You remember him? We were friends at Oxford.”

“Oh, right! Ha, maybe you should ring him up as part of your recon.”

“I haven’t spoken to him in ages.”

“Well, reconnect with an old mate and use him for your own nefarious intentions.”

#anthony x kate #bridgerton #kanthony #kanthonyedit #kate and anthony #kate sharma #kate sheffield #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #lord bridgerton #anthony and kate #therapist au #there's a world you need to know #there's a world you need to know au

[lovelyirony]

Hi! “If I fail, I’ll fall apart/Maybe it is all a test/because I feel like I’m the worst / so I always act like I’m the best” -Oh No! This is one of my favorite lyrics ever, and I'd really like to see what you bring out of it :) You're amazing, ily! 💞

what if maria had more of an effect on tony’s upbringing than most? howard’s still a dick but make it funny

Tony has known he was probably not the best human on earth ever since he was five and his dad made a bigger deal out of a dead man’s birthday than his own. 

At age five, you don’t really know a lot about the world yet. There were about two things that Tony didn’t know that he wishes he did know: 

1.) The word “fuck.” It would have helped with a lot of his situations. 

2.) The concept of jealousy. He probably could have gone to a child therapist or some shit, he’s not sure if those even existed back then, or if his parents would have even let him go. 

(After all, he’s supposed to be their perfect little boy, just the right amount of precocious and the other amount being something like genius or respectability.) 

It is actually his mother who takes the reins on his life. Howard has effect, he has huge effects. 

Maria is a socialite who absolutely refuses to let her son succumb to Howard’s devil-may-care attitude that he’s so infamous for. Her son is going to be well-mannered, respectable, and know exactly how to treat a lady of high social standing. 

This involves training at a young age. Six would be a fine age. 

It’s not Howard who sends him to boarding schools, it’s Maria. She ensures that he goes to the finest schools available, most abroad in Europe. She trains him out of the American accent, into something a bit more refined. 

He spends summers learning different languages and different skills. He learns how to fence by the time he’s ten, and becomes quite proficient at it. 

She quizzes him on established families, up-and-coming families, and never keeps him far from her sight. 

Anthony Stark is not going to be a wild-child, she decides. 

-

Anthony isn’t, for the most part. Sure, he usually stays up past what is acceptable for the night to work on some mechanic stuff and uses the word “damn” a bit too much for his mother’s liking, but that’s the reason make-up and apologies were invented. 

He follows rules and is known to smile like his mother and enjoy listening to quartets play out in the open air during the summer months. He travels to Europe and participates in various activities and is the talk of many socialites who eagerly await his arrival. 

He’s a portrait, holding still for all’s approval, and he’s not quite sure how to move. 

That’s troublesome, he thinks. 

The problem is this: Anthony Stark doesn’t have any interests outside what is required. He loves working on inventions, and they are necessary for the company to survive, but his father hates any robotic invention he pushes for, and mother thinks that if he tells people he’s rather fond of AC/DC then he’s a plague to society and will be shunned. 

(He doesn’t say it to her face but they haven’t shunned Sunset yet, and she’s a whole world of problems, so rock music is the least of their problems.) 

There is one thing that he pushes for: university in the United States. He’s been traveling to Europe since he was a child, and he honestly needs to do something for himself. 

Maria is not pleased. 

“So after I sacrifice so much for you, this is how you repay me?” she asks him over dinner. 

He places his fork to the correct side. 

“Yes. This is how I am repaying you. By getting a perfectly respectable college degree from a critically-acclaimed university that anyone would be lucky to attend. Not to mention it might reflect badly on Stark Industries if I don’t go to an American college. Do I not trust American institutions to run an American business?” 

“You shouldn’t.” 

Anthony laughs. 

“Mother, they cannot teach me anything that Europe can’t. Let me go to college in the United States. Please.” 

“No.” 

- 

It takes Howard to convince her, and a.) Howard doesn’t even like Anthony that much, and b.) he also doesn’t like his wife that much. 

“He’s going to a damned college here, Maria. We don’t need him to go to any more of that fancy bullshit you call school over there.” 

“Fancy bullshit, Howard?! Bullshit?! You mean what has gotten him this far in life and will make him a better man of social standing than you?” 

“My god, is social standing all that matters to you? What are your little friends going to do, choke on their silver spoons when they find out that your son is going to an American college?” 

- 

Jarvis also convinces her. 

“It will be easier to monitor his progress from a shorter distance,” he advises. “And you can visit frequently.” 

Anthony gives him a very dirty look. Apparently, he wasn’t supposed to mention that. 

Oops. 

-

But, Anthony gets his way. He’s going to MIT, and he has a roommate. 

(Okay, so mother doesn’t know that. But he supposes she will if she ever visits. Or maybe not considering if Tony can successfully convince his roommate to “disappear” for at least a day.) 

-

Rhodey does not give a singular shit about high society anything or anyone. Anthony Stark is a name he registers, but doesn’t recognize. 

“Anthony’s a mouthful,” he says a week into their cohabitation. “You have a nickname or something?” 

“Ah...no? I mean, not yet,” Anthony says. 

“How do you feel about Tony?” 

“I...I suppose that that is alright.” 

“Are you from Europe?” 

“No, from New York.” 

“Well holy shit, you sure as fuck don’t sound like it.” 

- 

Anthony--well, Tony now--learns quite a bit about American schooling and what he’s actually supposed to be doing to pass off as normal. 

Rhodey (yeah he got a nickname that ended in ‘y’ too, Tony said he wouldn’t be the only one) takes him to the thrift store and tells him to pick out some clothes. 

“...there’s a shirt that’s advertising a restaurant from Montana.” 

“And? Does it look hilarious?” 

“Is that the point of this?” 

“Fashion is supposed to make you like what you’re wearing or like yourself. I swear if you say that those boring black suits make you feel better about yourself, I will be dragging you to any therapist that will take us for at least five dollars.” 

“Five dollars?” 

“Maybe less if I can negotiate.” 

“Hey!” 

- 

Tony learns how to have fun. He loves it. 

Rhodey makes him go to record stores and find the bargain bin, and they play the warped records and laugh as voices go up and down in pitch. Tony blasts Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden until the RA begs him to go to bed and Rhodey throws all of his pillows off of his bed. 

In return, Tony teaches Rhodey how to read other’s facial expressions, dress for any occasion and be the best-looking there, as well as avoiding any sort of conflict by bringing up past embarrassments. 

“Are you serious about the color of my shoe affecting my social standing?” Rhodey asks, trying to shove his foot into a shoe that was a brown color that Tony had described as a “golden mahogany.” 

“Yes, I’m dead serious.” 

“No fucking wonder everyone says eat the rich all of you are so fucking pretentious. It’s brown, Tony.” 

“Tell that to any high society woman over fifty.” 

“I will.” 

- 

As it turns out, he ends up doing it much sooner than anticipated. 

Tony’s parents come to visit. 

They call him Anthony. Which is gross. Rhodey hasn’t used the name “Anthony” in about six months. 

“I wasn’t aware that you were his roommate,” his mother says. 

“Well, here I am,” Rhodey says. “Name’s also on the information they sent out to the parents about the living situations.” 

Tony tenses as his parents brush off the obvious comment on how little they actually know about his situation and move right into the room. 

Maria stops at the huge poster of a rock band. 

“I assume that this is...James’?” 

“No,” he says timidly. “It’s...it’s mine. Their use of movement on the guitar strings-” 

“Take it down,” Maria demands. “It’s unsightly.” 

“Oh give the kid a break,” Howard says tiredly. “For once he’s not listening to you talk about the merits of paisley prints.” 

“I’m training our son for a more successful life than yours,” Maria hisses. “Of course, you’d have to stay away from your friend Jack to understand that.” 

“Rhodey, leave,” Tony says. “Trust me, it gets messier from here.” 

He does think about it. How easy it would be to walk out and check in with a couple of his other friends and talk about how crazy Tony’s parents are. How he could check back in near dinner time and then Tony could tell him all about how terribly it went. 

But Tony already looks terrible, and he’s doing that weird thing with his hands where he wrings them and then remembers he’s not supposed to wring them and makes it worse. 

“No,” Rhodey says. “I am staying until the bitter end. Who knows? Maybe I can give your mom a heart attack when I ask her the difference between kelly and forest green.” 

Tony grins. 

“You can leave any time, it’s about to get...interesting.” 

- 

Tony’s family is quite dysfunctional. They can put on a good front in public, for what it’s worth. 

Howard is impressed that Rhodey’s planning on going into the Air Force and then talks about Captain America for a lot of the dinner. Rhodey is very uncomfortable and then asks about business and Maria rolls her eyes and orders another glass of wine. 

After Howard finishes up talking about some contract and making vague threats against businesses that Rhodey thinks might actually be in trouble, it’s Maria’s turn. 

“So, Rhodey, where is your family from?” 

“We live in the Boston area,” Rhodey answers. 

“And what do your parents do?” 

“Dad works as a consultant for a local construction company, and my mom works as a high school history teacher. They both like their jobs.” 

“Hm,” Maria remarks, and it’s so light and casual and yet so cutting. Tony can see how Rhodey squirms, and he can’t just let it stand. 

It’s one thing for Maria to cut her own son down until he’s nothing. Still fucked up, but Tony can handle it. He’s been handling it for years. 

“Rhodey, how did your mom come to want to know she liked teaching?” Tony asks. “That sounds like it could be really hard to figure out.” 

“Oh, well it all started when she was in high school and wanted to change how one of her teachers treated students. It was a really inspiring moment for her.” 

“That sounds really cool,” Tony says. “What does she like most about her job?” 

“Probably the kids,” Rhodey says. 

The conversation carries on about Rhodey’s family until their dinner arrives and his mother manages to cut in with more questions. 

“So, what else does your mother do?” 

“She volunteers at the local food kitchen and helps some of the younger kids at the after-school program,” Rhodey answers. “She also makes a mean Thanksgiving turkey.” 

“Would you look at that,” Tony says. “Mrs. Rhodes sounds like a fine cook, I wish I could say the same for you, mother.” 

“Oh?” 

Howard actually laughs at that as he signs for the bill. 

“The kid is right, Maria. At some points I think your kitchen is only used for decoration.” 

“Oh, and you know how to cook, Mr. Stark?” Maria asks, raising her eyebrows. “I’d love to see you make anything other than coffee.” 

“I’ll make toast.” 

Rhodey laughs, and so does Tony. 

“Ready to go?” Tony asks, and part of it is a way to get away from an isolated conversation, and part of it is to make his parents leave for their hotel room sooner. 

“Tony, I want to have a talk with you before we retire for the night,” Maria says, and Tony tenses up. 

Rhodey can’t protect him from that, and he squeezes Tony’s hand as they walk behind his parents. 

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers. 

“Maybe,” Tony says. “Maybe.” 

- 

Rhodey goes into their building, and Howard waits in the car. He nods to Tony on his way out. 

“You’ve...changed,” mother says. 

“Well, that’s how humanity goes,” Tony says dryly, looking anywhere but her eyes. 

“Rock music? These snappish remarks towards your own mother? I don’t know if this college was such a good idea.” 

“It is,” Tony says. “I just...learned new things and incorporated it into my life. Nothing the matter with that.” 

“Nothing wrong with that?” Maria reiterates, surprised look on her face. “Rock music is for other people, you know things that others don’t know! You can perform violin and piano, you don’t have to listen to the personal manifestation of a headache!” 

“And if I like that headache?!” Tony asks. “If I like something that’s outside of what you approve, why so angry about it? Is it because you finally can’t control every single aspect about my identity? Is it because I’m not like your perfect little toy that you can make walk and talk how you like?” 

“You know it’s not that.” 

“Isn’t it?” Tony asks. “Because you want me to change every single interest that I’ve found I like by myself. I bet you want me to listen to Bach for fun.” 

“I do not want you to change from who you are,” Maria says. “You have eaten at the finest restaurants in the world and now you brag about making something called ramen in a microwave. A microwave?!” 

“A surprising amount of families in America have them,” Tony says. “And I’m a college student! I’m supposed to eat crappy food and then laugh about it in twenty years!” 

Maria turns red, and her lips screw up into a tight line. 

“I don’t think you should be here,” Maria says. “You’re forgetting your place. Your roommate is...” 

“My roommate is what,” Tony starts, glaring at her. “My roommate is what, mother? You want to honestly finish that sentence?” 

“He’s not good enough!” she yells at him. “You are a Stark!” 

Tony stares at her for a moment. And then another moment. 

“Leave,” he says. “Get the hell out of here.” 

“You don’t tell me-” 

“I do,” Tony says, using his full height to his advantage. “You can tell me how many times I’ve fucked up as many times as you want, but you never talk about James that way ever again.” 

He twists on his heel, forcefully opening the door to the dormitory and not once looking back. 

- 

Rhodey finds Tony back in his room when he gets back from getting ready for the night, and Tony is clutching a pillow and laying face down on the bed. 

“You know, you’ll have to turn over eventually to get some fresh air.” 

“Leave me to die, Rhodey. Oh my god.” 

“That bad?” 

“That bad. She’s probably going to try and put me in a prestigious college or some shit.” 

“Oof. Wanna fake your death and run away?” 

“Please.” 

“Well, too bad. I have a test next week, and you need to do your poetry notes.” 

“But poetry sucks.” 

“It only sucks because you don’t like modern poetry, suck it up and pull it out of your ass or something.” 

“Ugh, fine.” 

- 

Maria is trying very hard to get her son away from MIT and towards a fancy school in Europe. She doesn’t even care where, just away from his roommate and his classic rock posters and the dormitory. Anthony needs an environment where he can focus on networking, meeting more people. 

Howard says no. 

He can’t even bother to remember her son’s birthday, and he says “no.” 

“We need Anthony to go to an American school, and nothing is better besides maybe Cal Tech, and he’ll have to finish another year of college and Hammer Industries can use that as a sign of an unsteady heir.” 

“Well then get rid of his roommate.” 

“I’m not doing that, you’re asking for a PR death sentence.” 

“He’s a bad influence.” 

“No he’s not,” Howard says tiredly. “The kid is finally standing up for himself, and you hate that.” 

“I don’t hate that he can be his own person.” 

“You just wish he were his own person under your specifications,” Howard drawls. “He’s staying at MIT, that’s final.” 

“Hmph.” 

Howard rolls his eyes. 

“Go back to planning whatever charity gala you’re hosting this week, honey. I’m sure things will be fine.” 

Maria doesn’t speak against her husband, just fumes and decides she’s going to try to get Jarvis’ opinion. 

-

Edwin is also a flat no. 

“He will not forgive you if you do this,” he says, pouring her tea and adding in one sugar cube. “He loves his school, he talks about it all the time.” 

“And what, he calls you?” 

Edwin Jarvis realizes he shouldn’t have mentioned this. 

“At times, madam. At times. Will that be all?” 

“...that will be all.” 

Jarvis does bring up a good point. Besides her, of course, he knows Anthony best, even if he does keep calling him Tony. Anthony will grow out of that nickname soon enough. 

She has hope for her boy. He will most likely grow out of this silly little phase in life and finally appreciate her lessons. 

- 

Tony Stark doesn’t. 

Well, he learns her lessons. Can appreciate some of them and how much he hates that he uses them. 

But he learns a far more important lesson from Rhodey, and it shapes everything: 

“You’re your own person, and you’re far better as your own person,” Rhodey says. “I wanted to kick the shit out of you when we first lived together.” 

“You did?” 

“Of course I did!” Rhodey explains, gesturing with his coffee mug and getting yet another stain on the pillow. (Laundry again. Ugh.) “You talked like you were from a movie from the forties, it sucked.” 

“Oh, you mean the transatlantic accent?” 

“It’s pretentious, just ditch it. You’re interesting enough to listen to on your own. I listen to you talk about how much you hate Picasso sculpture, don’t I?” 

“You do,” Tony admits. 

“So then be yourself. Use what your mom taught you sometimes, but otherwise don’t.” 

“You sure?” 

“Of course I’m sure, I’m a fucking genius.” 

Tony snorts. 

“Okay, Mr. ‘I Forgot to Run the Dishes Again.’”

“I already said I was sorry!” 

-

Tony takes Rhodey’s advice into account when he walks into any board room. He wears the worst possible shoes with every single suit, usually uses all sorts of cultural references that fly over the old board members’ heads. 

He does things his way. It’s unconventional, it’s unpredictable, and it earns him a reputation. 

He’s in an interview in a suit and patterned tie (patterned with tiny robots), and the woman is smiling in a plastic way on the other side. 

“Now, a lot of people are saying you’re taking the business world by storm with your unconventional methods and personality. What helped you formulate this, your father?” 

“Oh god no,” Tony says, laughing. “He’d probably curse me to hell and back for even wearing this tie. My mother would drag me back down to hell again for this.” 

“Then who helped you with this?” 

“Rhodey, who else?” Tony asks. “He always gives the best advice, even if I’ll deny that about fifteen minutes later. He really is the reason that I’m who I am today.” 

“Seems like a great guy.” 

“He is. He always is,” Tony says with a grin. “Except, of course, when he doesn’t fold his laundry, that bastard.” 

The interviewer laughs and moves on, but Tony smiles to himself. 

He doesn’t have to be the best, he just has to be Rhodey’s. That’s all that matters. 

#lovelyirony writes #maria stark #howard stark #tony stark #rhodey #ironhusbands #kind of #i'm hinting at it and i didn't outright rlly say shit but y'all know me so you should know this #anyways tony DOES develop his own personality and rhodey hates him for like three months

[bisexualnathanyoung]

My ramblings of Bridgerton season two no one asked for

Spoiler free main opinions

I loved Eloise’s subplot, Benedict’s subplot, I loved the moments of Kate and Anthony when they were together, I loved all of the sibling interactions, I loved Violet, I liked the Easter eggs, I think the acting and the dialogue throughout the season was phenomenal. I really liked episodes 1-4. I kind of hated episode six. Not the whole thing, it was a long episode but anyways. I also really, really, really loved the last fifteen minutes or so of the last episode, it was sweet ❤️

and then I have all of my ramblings below :).

[major spoilers for Bridgerton season two, spoilers from The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn, and a minor spoiler from either Benedict’s or Colin’s story from the books]

TW for someone got engaged to their fourth cousin but they didn’t have any feelings for each other and absolutely nothing was implied or shown and they didn’t get married (not major characters either it just felt weird to mention someone being engaged to someone they were related to without adding a tw)

I wanted to keep it separate from the books in my head since it’s a “based on” and not a direct adaptation but that was kind of difficult because it was similar enough that I was like “okay so you took three lines from the most important book scene I’ve ever read in my life and deleted literally everything important…. bye” (my complaints about the library scene but whatever) but overall I felt pretty good about it. I don’t know anything about acting so maybe my opinion doesn’t matter but I think all of the actors did an excellent job with the material they were given so literally all of my issues have to do with the plot lines mainly. Like there weren’t even any lines that I was like huh? That’s stupid so I thought the dialogue was really good too. I thought the interactions of the families within themselves were all incredible and dialogue in those moments were heart felt or hilarious in a way that they were supposed to be. I exceptionally loved Benedict and Anthony’s interactions.

I also looooved the moments we get of Kate and Anthony bickering and of course the Pall Mall scene with them in the mud. It’s been about a year since I’ve read and reread the book but I think it did the Pall Mall scene justice. It was so cute. I also loved the bickering at the races. The longing looks and hand touches were magic. I just wish we had more Anthony and Kate and less Edwina being hurt by it. I already typed more about that later, but I just really disliked the queen wedding stuff past her simply calling Edwina the diamond. And then the tiny scene they put in of The King like they did last season I thought were really sweet. I disliked The Queen throughout the season (I think we’re supposed to have mixed feelings about her.) but then at the end and some of her lines are really clever or heartfelt. Again, I’m sorry I don’t know all the actors names, but her actress obviously did a phenomenal job. Lady Danbury almost caught these hands at one point, and I adore Lady Danbury. I’ll continue to blame the writing lmao.

My main problems were what they did with the library scene and the love triangle bullshit, and the Featherington subplot. Holy shit. Y’all wasted all this stupid ass time. You know what y’all could’ve done with your “based on”, used all of that time to make flashbacks for Kate. Made the library scene five minutes longer. Made Kate and Anthony bond over their panic and trauma and how they reacted ways that they did. I really liked how they came to the conclusion that their duties were what made them do what they did, but they could’ve connected so much more with an explained backstory for Kate. The fact that I *love* how Kate was written and portrayed is what makes me so mad that they didn’t give her more. If they wanted to make her more like the books, they could’ve shown more of her insecurities, but it’s okay that they didn’t. Again, I get that it’s a “based on”, so I’m not too totally upset that they didn’t include my other favorite scenes because they were cut entirely. I’m just mad they took the library scene to use as trailer bait and then completely took the wrong idea from it. THEY BECOME BESTIES IN THAT LIBRARY IN THE BOOKS. Like give me Anthony and Kate being besties!!! Give me the smiles!!! They did a few times and I loved it ❤️❤️❤️❤️Him comforting her was everything!!! And they said Nah. Like I wouldn’t have minded that they changed the order. Like if they both shared their moments about their parents passing away and just AAAAA. Anyways.

I don’t like what they (the writers, not Kate and Anthony, maybe a little bit Anthony but anyways) did to Edwina. What I really wanted to happen and what I thought they were setting up was Edwina realizing she loves Anthony like a brother and her calling off the engagement. The whole wedding thing and her genuinely displaying romantic feelings for him just upset me. She didn’t deserve that. I think Charithra did a wonderful job conveying those hard emotions that Edwina had, but I just wish Edwina hadn’t had to go through that. I just kept going, “this is stupid.” I was entirely uncomfortable during a whole lot of episode six and just the extravagance of a wedding that I knew was going to fail gave me the anxieties.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WAS MORE STUPID

THE FEATHERINGTON SUBPLOT WHAT THE HELL

There’s literally nothing I can say about it. And this one is NOT me being a book snob like I am with the library scene. I REALLY enjoyed Eloise’s storyline that was not from the books. I enjoyed Penelope and Genevieve’s plot. I enjoyed Benedict’s plot. I even enjoyed Mondrich’s part in the Featherington subplot mainly because I enjoyed Mondrich last season but anyways.

I just… that shit was dumb. I understand Lady Featherington being sneaky n shit and wanting to set up Cousin Jack with her daughter and the whole they didn’t even dance together ( “Cousin Jack never looked at my boobs” GIRL GOOD) BUT THEY WERE ENGAGED AND THEY WERE RELATED AND THEN HE HAD FEELINGS FOR HER MAMA WHY COULDNT COUSIN JACK AND LADY FEATHERINGTON WHOMST HES NOT RELATED TO JUST HAVE HAD THEIR MOMENT BECAUSE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHOCK BECAUSE HE WAS MORE YOUNGER AND COULD BE SEEN AS MORE CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE AND APPEALING THAN LADY FEATHERINGTON??? and so they had to draw it out to SHOCK the audience??? FUCK THAT like BRO just let him have his goddamn MILF like it would’ve been so much more interesting if he married Cressida and then cheated on her with OG Lady Feathering but then that would’ve taken MORE time away from more interesting plot lines so they maybe they shouldn’t have set it up last season in the first place. I’m so mad about it like I can’t even. I can’t imagine anybody giving a shit about that plot line. Not people saying “it was kind of interesting” or “I didn’t mind it”, like I’m sure some people didn’t hate it as much as I did, but I can’t imagine anyone being like “that was my favorite part, it was so cool and intense and emotional!!!” Unless like they just thought that guy was soooo handsome and charming or that that guy is just like Their Guy like the actor is someone they really admire and just watched it for him then maybe they’d enjoy it but like it was not the vibe. [MAJOR SPOILER FROM THE LAST EPISODE NEXT]

I also wasn’t a huge fan of Eloise finding out that Penelope was Lady Whistledown, I felt like since they’re already approved for two more seasons that that should’ve come a lot later but yknow whatever. Also after the whole pomp and circumstance of last season with Eloise realizing Lady Whistledown wasn’t Genevieve, it felt so anticlimactic just for Pen to walk in and see Eloise destroyed her room. Idk.

Oh I’m also gonna beat Colin’s ass. Not because he isn’t showing or doesn’t have feelings for Penelope, just because I hate a “you’re one of the lads/guys” ass bitch, it’s not even the “friend zone””””” dumb shit it’s the whole deal with not telling a woman that her femininity is not worth your time just because she’s friends with you. Idk it was stupid. I thought it was stupid that she could overhear his stupid “I’d never court Penelope Bridgerton” but she couldn’t do her badass “nobody asked you to, asshole”

Oh, and considering I completely forgot about it, him checking on Marina was sweet and gave some closure or whatever but I think it was overall unnecessary. The Easter eggs were cute though.

Anyways. In some ways, I simply love the Bridgerton novels and The Viscount Who Loved Me means a lot to me. In other ways, I just have stupid opinions. If you read all that, holy shit. I hope you think I’m funny.

#no one is going to read this

[glitchtrapfan]

Je vous aime (a Hazbin hotel story.)

Angel dust was the bar with husk and Alastor, Alastor has his grin as always as angel ramble on about how much he like his job, how much fun it wss to get with boy and more that Alastor didn’t care for. He then had a idea.

Alastor: Angel since you love to describe your disgusting things in fancy words why don’t I tell you a word and you must figure it out.

Angel: Sounds fun, what word you got for me smiles~~?

Alastor: Je vous aime.

Angel eye brows raise a bit and was visibly confused.

Alastor: Have fun figuring it out, don’t try to ask anybody here.

Alastor walks off grinning satisfyingly, angel look to husk and husk shrug his shoulders.

Angel: He never told you or Nifty?

Husk: He tells us important stuff not stupid shit I could care less about.

Angel: Well do you know what I can do to help find out the meaning?

Husk: We got a library don’t we, go read a book about French words.

Angel: Thanks husky~

Angel kiss his cheek and goes to the library thinking it be easy but when he open the door to the library it was huge.

Angel: Holy....

Charlie: Hey angel, I see it your first time coming to the library. Me and Alastor wanting The place to be big so we can have all the books from Hell, you be surprised with how much there is.

Angel: Yeah...say do you know where I can find anything related to France?

Charlie: Alastor would know^^

Angel: He making me find out a word from that language so he won’t help me.

Charlie: Oh, I can try helping you find it if you want.

Angel: Nah it’s fine, I just need to look like it’s a needle in a heystack.

Charlie: Alright But If you having trouble me and Vaggie will always help.

Charlie leaves and angel sighs heavily, he knew this was going to take forever but he decided he was going to find it even if it was a dumb word. It took him 4 hours of searching row after row of books and even finding the books he needed none of them so far contained the word he needed.

Angel: (why am I doing this to myself and now it was time for me to head to work.)

Angel was about to get up and leave but then he saw a book with a rose on it, it had no tilted so he didn’t even think to look at it until he got to see the front, he open it, skimming through pages until he saw the word, the dialogue he look at was about a girl and boy talking about something.

Angel: Finally I found it, i can’t wait to show that smiling ass who the real master of learning fancy words.

Angel read the page, he look at it all and then he drop the book.

Angel: ...wait maybe I’m reading this wrong.

Nifty: Angel, look at the mess you made!

Nifty says seeing lots of books all over the floor, she cleans them up but notice angel looking at the book, she peaks her head at it and saw the page.

Nifty: Je vous aime which means I love you, This was my favorite book to read and I didn’t tell anybody I read such cute romantic stories, Alastor might think I’m embarrassing.

Angel: ....what?

Angel gets up and walks out the library, he was thinking of it all when Alastor was walking pass grinning happy and angel notice him.

Angel: You think this is some funny joke!?

Alastor: So you found the word, congratulations on finding it especially since I hid the book well.

Angel: WHY THAT WORD THOUGH!?

Angel says with a very mad tone and Alastor looks at him.

Alastor: I thought you like being call that by boys.

Angel: Oh you think I like being call that by Val, so should I love that fucker back.

Angel tone was sharp and he look very piss, Alastor realize he needed to fix this or else this will be similar to there last talk.

Alastor: Look I’m.

Angel: Your just like him...your just like val!

Charlie and Vaggie hear them talking, they mouth a gasp hearing that, Alastor eyes open a bit which was rare, Alastor eyes Change to diels and static can be heard.

Angel: Your piss now, go on then, I ain’t going to move.

Charlie: Please no!

Charlie said getting out of the corner with Vaggie holding her hand and spare in the other hand in case things got bad, Alastor leaves suddenly and angel looks to Charlie.

Angel: stay out of this princess.

Charlie: Please he gone and also...you can’t say that.

Angel: So am I in the wrong for him saying he loves me and saying it okay because all the people that hurt me say the same thing.

Vaggie: He was joking.

Angel: ...what?

Charlie: He would not say something awful like that, he a overlord but he trying his best.

Vaggie: What you said was awful to say angel is what Charlie is saying.

Angel look at them and his eyes wide.

Angel: ....what a good person I really have become huh...

Charlie: Angel don’t say.

Angel push past them and walks to the roof, the roof was empty but soon will have a garden since Charlie loved the idea of that. Angel walks until he sits down near the edge of the roof, he tears up thinking of how much of a jerk he felt like now since he just compare Alastor to the monster that was Valentino, angel cried more until he heard footsteps.

Alastor: Well it seems I may you cry again, I’m not very good with talking with you without seeing you cry.

Alastor says as he sit down next to him, he took out a red napkin and hand it to angel which he took hesitantly.

Angel: Why...why you still looking out for me, did you not hear what I call you!

Alastor: I did but I know you didn’t mean it and...I deserve to apologize for my awful joke.

Angel: It was really awful, not even funny awful.

Alastor: ....I do understand if you do see me as him....I can act out of line sometimes.

Angel: ...don’t say that, your more of a good person then that monster, besides I should apologize for getting mad over nothing....I’m sorry.

Alastor: Looks like we both want to apologize Hehehehe....

Angel: Why though...if it was a joke then why actually you give me that word?

Alastor: Because I want to tell you that Everyone here loves you, even if you act behind that persona of yours and do disgusting stuff People really enjoy having you here, your kind, make tasty food, you care about your pet so much it sweet and most important your like a beam of sunshine when your happy, Charlie happy but she always busy with work so having you around helps a lot to keep sprites up around here, people love you and I just wanted to tell you that your loved by me and everyone here.

Angel looks at Alastor for a long time before he tears up.

Angel: Your not bullshiting right?

Alastor nods his head and angel holds him tight, Alastor hated being touch this much but he let angel continue so he felt happy.

Angel: I love you too smiles~

Alastor: We should get off the roof, if Charlie sees us she might have a heartattack XD

Angel giggles and Alastor gets up to leave.

Angel: Anthony..

Alastor: Hm?

Angel: My Names Anthony, I just call myself angel dust because it the drug that kill me..

Alastor: Honestly a beautiful name, you should keep it, helps show more of you as yourself.

Alastor grins and leaves, angel smiles and head to his room where fat Nuggets await.

Anthony: Hey fat Nuggets, daddy’s has finally got someone else to help me through this.

Anthony says holding fat Nuggets in his arms and smiling cute.

(Sorry if this not the best story out there but I wanted to write this and even if it not big it here so it can help me a bit through problems I’m having)

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #Charlie #Vaggie #nifty #husk #Radiodust #story #fanfic

[anika-ann]

What I’d Never Say or Do (Had I Been in My Right Mind) - Pt.1

We Both Break Free (…if We Make It on Top)

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2, part 3)  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count (Ch1): 2050

Series summary: A story in which you officially come back from the dead, Tony with Natasha decide to take the blame for the whole mess and organize a party with unexpected party crashers and Bucky should consider thinking before speaking.

Fic title applicable to Tony, Natasha, Steve and his soulmate (aka the Reader), Bucky and his sort-of-buddy Matt Murdock and possibly few more.

Ch.1 summary.: In which Natasha and Tony go mad.

A/N: This series will be just a smaller thing, snippets set around The Age of Ultron (and later, Endgame). Later will be referred to as WINSoD because the title is a monster.

Warnings (ch1): mention of death and resurrection, mention of superntural creatures (see Errare Humanum Est), language, fluff

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Tony Stark was a ridiculously theatrical person.

While that was no news to anyone who knew as much as his name at least, but he still managed to outlive the legend, the reputation that preceded him.

He left you standing by the door, walked in to gain the undivided attention of the person inside the office and wanted you to reveal yourself in the exact right moment – a moment he trusted you to recognize.

Well. You assumed with a revelation like yours, it was rather hard to keep the drama away. But leave it to Tony Stark that he would blow it to proportion just to have fun.

“Tamara, darling!” the billionaire howled, the door opened only for a crack, so you could hear the reaction. You rolled your eyes, sighed and nervously looked around. The department was empty safe for the woman in the office, but it still made you feel uneasy; probably the effect of having to hide for the past weeks to avoid detection that could lead to a major scandal.

“Oh god, what happened?” Tamara asked, sounding as horrified as annoyed.

“Why do you assume— okay, that’s fair. How’s you hubby doing?”

“Alright,” the poor woman answered, clearly suspicious. “I more or less cleaned up the latest mess, so I’ve been coming home early…”

“Yeeeeah, about that. I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” Tony offered cheerily.

“Bad news. Always. Let me just sit down-- no, no, don’t let me sit down, I have a feeling I’ll wanna pace irritably.”

That caused the corners of your lips to turn up. You were starting to like this woman already.

“I’m gonna need you to deal with a major scandal worthy of your skills.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere and I assumed as much.” Now you officially loved her – and you saw why Tony did too. Sass and snark; Tony’s language. “So, care to elaborate?”

“Nah, I’ll give you the good news. You’re gonna get some help. I brought reinforcements. She doesn’t have much experience with PR-” Try none. “-but I’m pretty sure she’ll be the one all the questions will be aimed at.”

“Oh my god, Anthony, did you get a woman pregnant?!” the woman hissed, not bothering lowering her voice. She sounded… kinda pissed. Which was reasonable, given the fact Tony Stark was happily-not-single with one amazing Pepper Potts.

“What? No! I have Pepper!” he opposed her, having the nerve to be offended. You smirked, hoping Jarvis caught that one line too. “This is all on Capsicle-“

“Captain Rogers got a woman pregnant?! What the-“

You felt like this was the moment.

“No, Mrs…. Tamara,” you said it the end, realizing Tony never told you the poor woman’s last name, and entered the room. “But his soulmate sort of came back from the death.”

Tamara was a middle-aged woman, with blonde medium-length hair and huge majestic glasses, business suit in a bloody-red colour and lips perfectly shaped in an “O” as you demonstrated the problem at hand.

“Holy. Shit.”

Leave it to Tony Stark he would flee the moment an actual explanation was needed, letting the others deal with the aftermath of his dramatic tendencies. To be fair, this was more of your drama, so…

“Good. Looks like introductions are not needed. I’ll send you the necessary data. Have fun.”

He strode through the door, winking over his shoulder at you and sending an air kiss to Tamara and you nervously smiled at the woman, your awkward side showing when you raised your hand to a reluctant wave before you could realize a handshake would be more appropriate.

“Uhm. Hi…”

The blonde blinked several times, shook her head with an incredulous chuckle and stuck out her hand.

“Hi. I’m Tamara, Antony Stark’s cleaning service. What can I do for you?”

Oh yeah. You’d get along just fine.

…

The story was simple and yet enough to make at least two Avengers very much hated.

Tony and Natasha, perhaps from some residual guilt of which you weren’t sure where was coming from, were determined to be thrown to the wolves of public.

Apparently, it had been all their idea – to have Steve and you kidnapped in the first place by the bomb enthusiast psycho. They had caught something fishy, been aware of it for a long time and opted for drawing the something rotten within SHIELD and company out by leaking early info on where you and Steve would be going to dates for several nights in a row without your or Steve’s knowledge. Perfect bait with nearly perfect surveillance background and safety measures.

Predictably, it had gone to shit and while you had never been blown up to death, which was something Steve had had zero clue about, you had been recovering from your life-threatening injuries for weeks in a hidden facility of top-secret location with way too much security. Still without Captain America’s knowledge.

Admittedly, this tale was a PR nightmare in making, not to mention a complete bullshit. Yet, the Avengers (sans Steve so far) unanimously approved of it. Tony and Natasha would be the first to blame, while the rest would reluctantly admit they knew as well and they had all kept it from Steve.

“You can’t be serious,” was all you managed to come up with, Steve sitting on the couch next to you while the rest of the team, the part that was momentarily on Earth, gathered around you to break you the news. This was what they came up with? “People will hate you.”

“And their hearts would still bleed for their golden boy, who would forgive us in time, especially since we offered his girl a job and an apartment she can’t quite refuse.”

“Wait, what kind of a job?!” Steve snapped, waking up from the deep thoughts he had fallen into with this stupid talk.

“The non-dangerous kind, Steve, calm down, please,” Natasha cooled him off flatly, but you could see her sincere gaze when it met with Steve’s. We wouldn’t endanger her, not again, it whispered. Steve’s shoulders slumped.

“What kind of a job?” you echoed, still worried. You assumed the apartment Tony mentioned was a place in the Tower, not bothering to ask about that part.

“PR. Unless you want to deal with your old job of which I have no doubt your best buddy would give back. I’d just like to remind you how the public reacted to you dying.”

Right. You wouldn’t mind a little privacy and safe space. You liked your old job, but it didn’t seem like an option now. Except… this was crazy.

“But they will still hate you. It makes you guys terrible friends and teammates. Frankly, it makes you kind of… terrible people,” you said slowly, taking time to examine everyone’s face.

“She’s got a point,” Steve agreed, wheels in his head clearly turning in a lightning speed.

“Meh. You should know what Fury’s up to during his ‘the end justifies the means’ periods – which is non-stop. I wouldn’t worry about that,” Natasha shrugged it off, pursing her lips a bit.

“Wasn’t it you who said you weren’t sure how to get her back to the world without having to explain she was literally led by an angel from Heaven?” Clint reacted to Steve, who sighed.

“Yes, of course, but this-“

“-is perfectly believable,” Natasha interrupted him, raising an eyebrow before beckoning to Tony and herself. “Me and Tony came up with the operation – a spy and a billionaire with questionable conscience. We pulled the rest of the team into the charade. This can work.”

“I can’t say I’ll enjoy this,” Bruce entered the conversation for the first time, surprising everyone. “However, it will allow you to walk the streets freely – with uncomfortable questions, yes, but it is a reasonable deal for us.”

“Steve? Thoughts?” the spy turned to him again.

Your soulmate observed his team for a long time, just like you, watching each of them individually, trying to read them as he himself was conflicted and undecisive. Finally, his eyes settled on you, a hint of an encouraging smile on his lips.

“Doll? How do you feel about that?”

The softness of his voice, the actual freedom he gave you when it came to this decision warmed your heart and made you shudder at the same time. You had no doubt he had come to a decision; but the final step was on you and you only. He would be affected too, of course, but this was your life that could turn upside down for like… what, the third time since you had met him?

You worried your teeth over your lower lip. “I mean… I’d really appreciate not having to hide in here all the time, but… I don’t want people to hate you, guys. I feel like I caused enough problems-“

“No, doll,” Steve whispered, his hand covering yours and squeezing firmly as he locked his gaze with yours and didn’t let go. “I’m not asking about them. I’m asking about you. They are clearly willing to do this.”

“Are you?” you questioned despite being confident about his answer.

“Do I love you?”

That caught you off guard. “Huh? That’s not what I-…?”

What did that even mean? Did he love— come again? How was this about his feelings towards you all of sudden? Was it time to question them? God, you hoped NOT.

“That the newest version of asking whether the sky is blue, doll,” he explained with a lop-sided smile and you released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Idiot. Sap. Sweet-talker.

“You’re such a sap.”

“You love it,” he hummed confidently. You smiled despite your better judgement. You loved him. And yeah, you loved this silliness too.

“I do.”

“So… are we doing this? Together?” His smiled grew a little wider, the twinkle you adored appearing in his eyes and you couldn’t but squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”

“Jarvis, send Dum-E with some insulin shots,” Tony cleared his throat and you felt your cheek dust with a blush, roughly pulled out of the haze Steve managed to put you in once again. “We’re all having unhealthy sugar rush.”

The captain rolled his eyes. “Har, har, Stark. Are you guys really okay with this?”

Clint huffed. “It’s not like people will start planning our assassination more than they do already.”

“Tamara might,” Natasha opposed, amused.

“Ah, poor Tamara, I better bring a wine with me when asking…” Tony mused, scratching his goatee.

You turned to the red-head spy, not happy about being out of the loop.

“Who’s Tamara?”

Tamara, the head of the PR department for Tony (and sometimes for the Avengers too, because those two clients, so to speak, often came as a package deal), was currently starring at you speechless when you told her the tale of what actually happened and what lie they had decided to feed the public.

The silence lasted long enough for you to start worrying.

“Are you alri-“

“Angels are real?!” she burst out, nearly making you jump out of your skin with the sudden exclaim. You placed your palm over your chest to keep your racing heart inside your ribcage.

“…yes. But so are demons, shapeshifters, witches and so on, so…”

“Not a good thing to go public with. Got it. I understand the cover-up now. Though people being able to be resurrected would be enough on its own even without the… creatures. My my… we have a lot of work to do.”

“I’d imagine,” you agreed, not having a clue how to do this and where to start.

The woman looked at you over the rim of her glasses, her smile kind, in the Stark contrast to her loud cry only few second ago.

“…you don’t have any experience with PR at all, do you?”

“Nope,” you admitted, accenting the P and looking away, ashamed that Tony threw you into this without giving you anything helpful.

Now Tamara had to deal with the scandal and with you trying to help. That woman was worthy of some serious pay raise (though you had no doubt Tony paid her enough for her to own a villa or something, exactly as much as she deserved for dealing with his shit).

“I’m gonna kill Anthony, I swear…. Okay,  let’s get this shit on the road. Also, Jarvis? Tell Antony to get the freakin’ wine ASAP.”

Oh yeah. You would actually adore Tamara, you were sure of it.

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Part 2

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Here we go! The final part of the series. Admittedly, I’m not sure about quality of this thing, but I’m trying.

Chapter titles are taken from the chorus of Les Friction’s What You Need

Thank you for reading ♥

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