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lilislegacy · 2 months
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*percy to ares at some point when ares shows up in full ancient greek attire*
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soft-girl-musings · 5 months
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it's been 11 years and i don't think many (if any) mcu projects are nearly as quotable as the avengers
like they've been trying for a decade but you just can't replicate that
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kafeking157 · 2 years
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Just like old times📸
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fictionaltrvlr · 6 months
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Loki: Man of Iron, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!
Tony: Rebuke? Really?
Loki: You hath all invoked my fury! You will pay recompense for your transgressions!
Tony: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?
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starkskypines · 2 years
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the way that Avengers (2012) quotes simply live rent free in my head is beyond my comprehension
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This is the first official portrait of King Charles III.
Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
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tawog-incorrect-quotes · 10 months
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Rob, dramatically monologuing: You have no idea what you're dealing with.
Gumball: Shakespeare in the park? Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
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shadow-coolness · 1 month
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*Rayman/Wakfu crossover*
Dally: You have no idea who you’re dealing with.
Rayman: Shakespeare in the park? [strikes a Shakespearean pose] "Doth Mother know you weareth her drapes?"
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chocolate-teapots · 2 years
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The Mistake: Jeon Jungkook
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                                   ●╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮●
                                     You had sex with Jungkook.
                                       So now you must suffer.
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Warnings: gosh where do I begin, swearing, sexual tension, tattooed JK, public makeout, jealousy, groping, duality, filthy talk like it should be illegal, domination, rough smut, JK pushes you into the wall, overstimulation, F receiving oral, fingering, fucking on every surface, crying, grinding, JK cums in his pants, couch sex, arrogant JK.
I was relieved at the idea of a Marvel movie marathon with all the guys in my apartment. But, as much as Scarlett Johansson in sexy tight costumes was a whole buffet for thought, my mind was eating somewhere else.
"Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?" he mocks along with Tony Stark, giggling and slapping his knees in amusement making popcorn go everywhere.
It was humiliating to think that Kook, wide-eyed and choking himself with obscene amounts of popcorn at one time could also be JK, the dangerous long-haired douche that made me press my legs together and hide my flush in the dark at even the memory of his touch. Why did I give in so easily?
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Bringing Jungkook as a plus one to my cousin's wedding sounded like a genius idea at the time. I've known him since the beginning of school so it was easy to have fun making fun of everyone and everything and he was a hot college guy so I didn't look completely boring and sad to judgy family members.
If only I realised it wasn't other people I had to worry about but us.
After a few slow dances, suggestive exchanges and a lot of free champagne we scammed our way through later, my back hit the cold wall of the grand hallway. Kook is no more as we give in to each other's lips, pressing me into the marble in a contagious mixture of moans and giggles. His white shirt is rolled up, exposing his veiny arms and fresh tattoos, and slightly unbuttoned. I could've busted on the spot.
"Taxi!"
He pulls me outside, making me stumble in the airy feeling his kisses gave me, the long tight dress and the heels I was wearing. We made it to the coat check before we gave in again. Jungkook's hand pressed into my lower back perfectly while his other held his blazer, smiling through the slower deeper kiss as the jacket man awkwardly and bitterly waits and watches.
Jungkook knew he was watching so he let him wait.
"Your coat miss," he politely interrupts but rather impolitely strips me with his narrowed eyes and bitter smirk.
"Thanks, buddy," Jungkook snatches it proudly before shaking his head "But, no chance."
The next thing I knew the fresh air was gone. He climbed on top of me in the back seat, kissing and groping and tongues gliding against each other. The windows started to steam, the laughter in between kisses died down and things started to get serious, so serious in fact we hadn't realised the taxi wasn't moving or the driver's presence until he cleared his throat.
Now, where would we go?
"Shit, Jimin's home and I'm not sure I can keep quiet," he breathed into my face, hair and necklace hanging down to chill my skin.
Who made him?
I reach down grinning, liquid courage doing me wonders at the moment. I gripped a slight hardness through his tight trousers watching his jaw clench beautifully in the dark.
"My roommate's in Spain."
"Drive!!!"
I look again at the kid spread out next to me, unblinking and giggling at the action. He often paused to impersonate the movements that he no doubt had memorised.
"Whoosh iron man!"
He never mentioned any of it after he left, in fact, I was certain he pretended as though it never even happened. Everything was fine.
Silly really that it hurt.
It hurt because I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried and my best friend was making my heart race doing absolutely nothing.
Well, nothing like that.
Stumbling and giggling out of the car and having thrown way too much money at the driver, I try to unlock my front door with alcohol-shaken hands but Jungkook's roaming touch traps my front against the door, the evening chill not helping my shivers.
"Jungkook," I whine for him to stop, unable to use my keys and kind of cold.
He's massaging my hips, placing soft kisses and memorable noises against my neck. I didn't have time to think about what we were doing. Whatever it was I needed it.
"I can't wait to eat your pussy. I've been dreaming about how good you taste."
Fuck.
What was in that champagne?
I swallow the orgasm his words could conjure and mockingly laugh at him against the wood.
"Oh please. I know guys like you. You hate eating out if it's not at a restaurant."
He didn't laugh. Not one bit. He didn't like it.
Instead of the force I was bracing myself for and trying to encourage, he lets go stepping back to let me apprehensively open the door. At that point I didn't know if he was into it anymore, I thought maybe he was just gonna call it a night and I couldn't lie, the disappointment in that realisation was consuming me.
"You're gonna wish you didn't say that."
He waited until the lock clicked, pushing me against the door once more. I didn't have time to apologise for the mess in my place, turn on music, pour him a drink or even turn on the lights. My cheek pressed into the wood harder, gasping as his hand tightens around my neck and flushing at his nails dragging up the side of my thigh.
"I'm gonna lick you dry."
He pulls down my neckline, reaching for my chest and massaging. How could a person's touch be both electric and calming at the same time? I hit my forehead against the door slightly to muffle my noises.
"And, I won't stop when you're screaming either."
"Bwahhhhhh imagine being as strong as Hulk!" he nudges me and I jump out of the past before giving him a smile in agreement.
He gives me a look, knowing something is up but doesn't say anything and just burrows into his massive hoodie again and I happily go back to-
He rips off his shirt, shoes and trousers leaving him in just black underwear that did very little for coverage but a lot for my throbbing. I took him in in seconds but it was too much. His firm chest, his muscles, his wide shoulders, the swirl of tattoos. Drugged with that heat-of-the-moment passion, I forget how much my dress cost my broke ass as I go to throw it off.
"NO!"
I freeze, dress half off and in the middle of lifting it.
"You're gonna ruin it," he pouts cutely, folding the dress up neatly and placing it gently on top of a table.
I was astounded, pausing his reign of pussy-demolishing anticipation to get all OCD on me and lecture me about my laundry techniques all while he looked like that in his boxers. Abs glistening in no light, perfect proportions, smooth skin, tiny waist, thick thighs, heavy arms, messy curly hair, devilish smirk.
We don't make it very far at all.
The fluffy rug in the entrance was comfortable enough for my naked back as we fell onto it. He keeps his promises and my lips are left begging and cold against the air in my dark apartment as his kisses trail low.
That's all they were at first, kisses just sweetly tickling my clit and occasionally making my back arch. Not that it wasn't amazing but I was still in control. I moaned in comfortable contentment, bringing me to a nice orgasm in minutes that was just mind-blowing enough to make me forget for a minute and move on to something else.
He cleans up my little blast, tongue lingering a little too long at my entrance to be just stopping by. The slight overstimulation made me feel full despite being empty. I was confused, laughing uncomfortably as if I was laughing with him at some joke I wasn't in on.
"Jungkook don't I'm- sensitive," I chuckle through gasps, slightly over the edge and I dared to look down at him. I tried pulling him up, telling him to just fuck me already but no.
He didn't budge.
Do you know the feeling you get just before a rollercoaster starts where you immediately ask yourself what shit you've gotten yourself into?
The bar comes down, the announcement lazily declares the start of the ride and you suddenly want nothing more than to get off?
Yeah, this was it.
As I bravely looked down, risking it all for God knows what lay below, my stomach dropped in that rollercoaster way as I spotted his smirk, muscular back flexed, tongue very much grazing my clit still and hands gripping my thighs so hard I could already feel the bruising.
He groans onto me, mouth latching around my pussy and tongue flicking mercilessly in that one spot he mapped out from before.
"Fuck, Jungkook!"
He moans all the same, enjoying every single moment of me pulling his hair out of his scalp with my hands, pinning my hips down to stop my wriggling and the way I had come undone already.
It was like I was getting him off.
"Jungkook please!"
But what did I want?
"Yes?" he asks mockingly stopping his movements as I shrink in embarrassment, not enjoying the cold nothingness of the air without him "Did you say something?"
"N-no..."
"Thought so."
The carpet burn from wriggling and sore throat from screaming I gave myself by my third orgasm made me think he was done. I thought so even more as he pulls away, catching his breath and me catching mine as I lay limp against the floor. I could think. I couldn't do anything.
It was so good but all good things come to an end.
But clearly not.
For the fourth time, somehow with even more energy and aggression, he abuses my clit with his tongue again. I let out one loud whimper not stopping to wonder how no one has called the police yet.
"I can't," I whine over the incredibly loud slurping, trying to get away sweaty and dazed but his hands have me pinned and trapped.
But he had me all figured out by now. He knew the exact places that made me scream as if it was a diagram.
I didn't even have the energy to look down at him never mind to comprehend the mind-blowing sensation this fucking guy was causing. I was restless, trembling, aching and sweating. He was down on the ground getting absolutely nothing from me but cries and sinful moans yet he was in charge, not caring as two fingers enter me and still moaning as he relishes in the sensation.
"Ahhh Kook," I sob, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I should've been ashamed, storming off in embarrassment but I couldn't help it. His tongue did wonders, tickling, flat and licking and then kissing again. My hands reached further down until my nails dug into his shoulders in blind pleasure, making him splutter a thigh-buckling growl against me.
"So good!"
"Yeah?" he moaned, finger fucking me into tomorrow and adding just another for good measure.
"Fuck, Jungkook! You're the best!"
Unintentionally feeding his ego, I continued to sob and he watched every part with a delighted smirk. My eyes ached from rolling, lips torn apart from biting and my legs felt as though I had been weightlifting for 5 whole days straight.
"Louder baby. Let everyone know," his voice is clear, not a trace of alcohol in sight as he stares me out relentlessly quickening his pace. The taste was sobering him up, the anticipation of what was next bringing him back to reality.
I'm groaning, panting, whining and sobbing through the tightening in my stomach, waiting for that snap with curled toes and a completely arched back.
"Shit I'm- fuck!"
My thighs squeeze his head until he pushes them apart angrily. His attitude and aggression are all it takes to throw me over the edge, wet noises of sucking and fingering getting even wetter as I finish eventually drowning out my pants.
He licks his fingers, relishing all of me with the pride and arrogance I expected from him. He moans exaggeratedly on them, rolling his eyes mockingly as he grinned.
"You're... an... asshole."
It didn't end there.
I mumbled something about feeling guilty for not having anything left for him but I did try. Still shaking and with corpse-like floppiness, I reached down to him but couldn't no chance.
"Just relax and enjoy the ride," he kisses my lips sweetly, carrying me over to the couch and promising just one more round and accepting full leadership.
"What about you?"
"Y/N, trust me. Watching you is enough," he laughs breathlessly, still licking myself off his mouth as he takes off his underwear.
He wasn't lying. The white mess contrasting against the sleek black fabric on the ground was enough evidence and so was the huge raging red hard-on waiting to take me where no one has ever been taken before. Don't think I didn't miss him grinding against the ground and his hips stuttering as he finished.
The question is, did I really make Jeon Jungkook cum in his pants?
"Ready?" his nose is touching mine, hair tickling my forehead as he waits.
"Fucking ruin me."
That's all he needs, devouring me with eye contact as he fucks me raw from the beginning. This was different from him going down on me, breathtaking hearing his noises and words that made my eyes roll. The feeling was incredible, better than anything else I've ever experienced by about a million lightyears.
"Pussy so good."
He grunts with every powerful thrust, hitting that spot every single time and losing me to the idea that there's always room for more.
"All yours."
He flips me around, railing me into the cheap couch until I'm just a puddle, a stain that I would grimace at tomorrow. The sofa moves to the left with every thrust, dragging against the wood in a moan-worthy scratch every time until we almost hit the table.
"Kook," I gasp into the pillow I chose my bury my head in, hugging my head with my arms as he blows me away with his inhuman thrusts, spanking and massaging my ass through his reign over my body.
"Fuck, you're such a slut for me."
If this was life, I wanted it all.
He slaps again, taking the air out of me at the harshness of it. He was brutal but it was the hottest thing alive. It was like he knew what I wanted without the added humiliation of asking for it.
But he didn't like the sound of just skin and my faint presence. If I had something left to give he was going to take it and take it by force no doubt.
"Y/N..."
His hands twist my hair into a head-splitting rope, pulling my back to his warm protruding chest with little to no mercy. As if I could ever stop him and still I felt safe even as he groaned into my neck, hips snapping into me like we were the only people on earth.
"Where'd those pretty noises go huh?"
His hand reaches forward and down to find my whimpering clit again, rubbing impolitely into the puffed flesh. My knees buckled, head catching itself on my shoulder, relying completely on his tight grip and pounding to keep me from face planting the couch. Jungkook caresses my jaw until my hooded eyes gaze into his, on his shoulder.
"Am I not good enough huh?" he whines directly onto my open mouth, catching every single moan he dug out of me. He tips his own wicked groans into my mouth making me drip onto the sofa beneath us and he glides us into cumming together.
"No no you're- you're...can't...think."
He laughs kissing me as he reaches his high, breathing out my name and curse words as my eyes roll, thighs tremble, every hanging organ collapse and vision go entirely fucked. I fall forward but he catches me.
My 5th orgasm.
"-Yeah I think it must be 5 times."
"What?"
I snapped, jumping at the connection between my thoughts and the boys around me who could surely tell that my leggings were soaked through, skin flushed and pupils were blown in intense need.
Silence.
Taehyung was wide-eyed.
Hobi stopped eating.
"I just said I've seen the movie 5 times," Jimin mutters apprehensively.
Relief wasn't the word.
"Oh okay. Yeah. Me too," I mutter, going back into my dreamland of staring at the edge of the tv pretending I was in the moment again.
It didn't end there either.
Well, it did but it was just the next day.
The morning after...
When I was in the middle of drunkenly reassuring myself this meant nothing the next day and I hadn't, in fact, fucked my best friend but this insane talented fuckboy who happens to have the same name ruined it all.
Waking up to a groggy head, puffed and painful nether regions and nausea was one thing but the sight of my gorgeous best friend cuddled into my navel holding what was now a damp towel to my clit with one hand and the other tightly wrapped around my body was another thing.
"Jungkook," I groan in sensitivity, hangover-ness and in an attempt to wake him run my hands through the wild mop of black hair.
He refuses, groaning into my bare skin and now cuddling my lower body tightly with both arms.
"I'll pee on you," I warn groggily, not enjoying the panic of that actual possibility.
"Is that an offer?"
I snort feeling his smirk against me and pushing him away, he rolls over sheets just covering his dick. He stretches, body firm and golden in the sunlight. How could he look this good after that much alcohol and sex?
Shit. I fucked my best friend.
I crawled to the bathroom by rolling off the bed, whimpering at my aching everything and grimacing at the trail of wetness dripping down my bruised thighs.
"Shit."
As I peed, I noticed more marks all from his hands and a couple from his mouth not that he was so unscathed. His back was raw with scratches from my nails and I didn't miss him rubbing his jaw before I crawled out of bed.
I whimper again at the hot and painful sensation.
I fucked my best friend.
"If it helps, I'm really sorry," he calls guiltily from the other room.
"Yeah yeah, I'm not the one who has to explain to Hope tomorrow why I'm limping everywhere and crying when I pee."
"I'm the one who has to convince him I bought a cat...naked."
I don't know what I was thinking when I thought everything would just work out. It obviously did for him. He was relaxing into his 2nd marvel movie of the day quite nicely, not glancing at me once or hesitating before he spoke.
I saw no cogs spinning or hesitation in his usual flirty and giggly way with me. He still made dirty jokes, nudged me, hugged me platonically and I didn't feel his heart flutter when he did it.
I was nothing to him.
It's been four days and I was begging for more. I know, odd how JK literally fucked me dry and yet here I was absolutely dripping for him and having to live off breadcrumbs as I caught the lines in his lower stomach when he stretched or the tickle of his arm as it accidentally brushed against me.
I was just like his other bitches, desperate and devastated that he left so soon.
"I'm uh- more popcorn," I mutter getting up suddenly, overwhelmed and too warm to look at Chris Evans's heavenly butt cheeks again and pretend everything is okay for another million movies.
"Doesn't she have a full bowl...?"
My head was spinning, the kitchen crumbling down around me as I knew they watched my every movement. I tried to calm myself by making more popcorn but the writing was blurred and the packaging anxiety-inducingly bright. I just hoped no one would follow me.
At least guessing the cooking time would buy me more time to ease my rash, and calm the throbbing and the uncontrollable jolting my thighs did when I was sitting down.
Mainly, it allowed me to think about how stupid I had been to not realise sooner how much I wanted him.
And, not just in that way.
Jungkook was a great friend, a funny guy and was basically good at everything. I don't know why I expected barely anything memorable from him in my drunken logic. I had a lot to drink at that wedding but I could still think hard about what I was doing before I let him kiss me.
I thought it would be fine.
It wasn't.
"You okay?"
I wasn't.
Wait-
"Yeah," I automatically reply, not noticing him come in.
I'm blushing because I didn't expect him there. He scared me. That's all.
Why would I be blushing over him? It's just Jungkook.
Yeah, the Jungkook who stapled me to my rug and ate me out 4-
"Sorry," he mumbles, bumping into me from behind as he reaches for some glasses in the cupboard above me.
I hold in my gasp as his body presses my hips forward into the counter, claustrophobically trapping me in his presence without laying a hand on me once. Swallow it.
"It's fine."
"Is it?" he mumbles again against my skin, bringing me away from reality again as his hands rubbed against my hips just like before.
He pressed us both into the kitchen counter allowing me to feel every part of him teasing me through our clothes as his hand starts to wander.
"I thought it was 'so good' 'oh kook' 'you're the best!'" he moans teasingly, rolling his eyes and biting his lip to emphasize his little performance.
Though he sounded hot and arrogant by making fun of me for letting go so easily to him, it wasn't helping my own perception of myself. I flush redder than the popcorn bowl, genuinely humiliated.
"Shut up," I duck away from him trying to get away but he's got me.
He's got me. He's got me on top of the counter while still managing to tower over me, casting a dark shadow in the dimly lit kitchen. Jungkook grabs my legs, wrapping them around me as I refused to touch him, refused to look at him until he made me.
He was too beautiful.
"No need to be embarrassed pretty girl," he rubbed my leggings surely feeling the steam from underneath them that had gathered through 2 whole movies of dirty thoughts "Do you know how hard I get just thinking about the noises you made?"
His lips wander the surface of my neck and I just let him. Who was I kidding when I told myself it was easier to not have him?
"You think about it?" I ask genuinely, whimpering lowly almost not just because of the 6 guys behind the door sitting in silence watching a movie but at the possibility that I wasn't the only one losing my mind to pleasure here.
"All the time. You're driving me crazy," he looks down my frame, my heaving chest, the visible ache between my legs and the trembling. "For two movies I've been wondering what's been going on in that head of yours and why you were sitting so far away."
His hips drive into me and even through his thick grey tracksuit, I can feel what he wants.
"What are you doing?" I whisper, panicking as I watch him sink to his knees again despite how much I don't want to stop him.
Please.
"Right now I'm trying to taste you again, right here on this counter," Jungkook grumbles matter-of-factly as if he was just trying to tie my shoelaces. "I'm starving."
He wasn't. The staring contest between my clothed clit and his hungry eyes said otherwise. He was basically drooling, tongue poking out achingly slow to lick his lips as if he was remembering how it felt to lick me off of them.
"Someone might come in..." I whisper nervously but really I was running out of excuses, getting more and more used to the idea of a quickie in the kitchen the lower and lower he pulled down my leggings.
"Good, let's give them a show."
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lokisgoodgirl · 11 months
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Second Love Note... 🥰
I'd like to give @smolvenger a huuuge bear hug. She's truly amazing. I stumbled over her blog not so long ago and she's an absolute blessing. I love that she writes for the 'not so common' Hiddles characters, like Prince Hal and James Nicholson. But her other works are truly amazing as well! And above that, she's just so nice and such a happy person. And I love to thirst with her, hehe! 🥰
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fcking hard SAME @holdmytesseract !!! @smolvenger is an absolute ray of light, and a brilliant writer to boot👑 The fact that her bioline is '“Doth Your mother Know You Weareth Her Drapes?” - when I saw that, I was immediately like...I have to message this person 😂😂 Thank you so much for sending this Love Note, I squealed when I saw it because she deserves all the smiles. Always so kind and supportive and funny as hell. We are so lucky to have you @smolvenger - a blessing indeed!
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thezfc · 5 months
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Zawe's dress at the BIFA: Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
But if you scroll through all of that nights red carpet looks she did quite good still. I think she really looks lovely, why can't she dress herself or why can't her stylist?
That whole event looked like a horrible costume party so yeah, hers was typically her- poofy, ruffles, bows, sequins, cape, gloves and bad shoe- it wasn’t has bad as some of the tragic “fashion” choices.
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suhopark143 · 1 year
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stuckyrogersbarnes · 9 months
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"Shakespeare In The Park? Doth Mother Know You Weareth Her Drapes?" - Tony Stark
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Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?
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starksvinyls · 1 year
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Top 5 Fave Tony Stark Quotes ❤️💛
i love this omfg okay
“If there's one thing I've proven it's that you can count on me to pleasure myself.”
“Doth mother know you weareth her drapes.”
"There’s one thing you can never take away from me: I am Iron Man."
“I shouldn’t be alive unless it was for a reason.”
and ofc
"Underroos!"
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Sometimes I forget how iconic The Avengers is then I realize i can quote like 80% of it
Phil? His first name is Agent. I watched you while you were sleeping. 😀 🤨 I mean... I was present,,, while you were,, unconscious,,, .....im listening....? DoTh MoThEr KnOw YoU wEaReTh HeR dRaPeS?? That's 😡ENOUGH😡 YOU WANT ME TO PUT THE HAMMER DOWN?👹?? I understood that reference,,,, finally! Someone who speaks English! Is that what just happened? spending time as a Capsicle 🤪 It seems to run on some form of electricity 🥴 SON. 🧓 just don't. 🧓 I ~realize~ the council has made a decision bit given that its a STUPID ASS DECISION I've elected to ignore it :)
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