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ellaroundpanda · 7 hours ago
37 + 44 + 51?
37 - favourite actor/actress
Well this might be biased cause I’ve had a crush on this man since I was 13 😳
The one the only…
Robert Downey jr
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I have watched pretty much every movie this man has appeared on 😂
44 - age you get mistaken for
Well when I was younger, around 14-15 ish people used to think I was 18 🙃
Nowadays people get it right most of the time, I’m 20 and people say between 19 and 21 so we good 😂
But the other day I had my mask on and there’s a lady that comes and sells fish and vegetables on my street and she thought I was 16… 😑
51 - starsign
Capricorn ✨
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incorrectmarvelquote · 9 hours ago
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Peter: [Unconscious in the MedBay]
May: This is your doing, isn’t it!
Tony: Most things are
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incorrect-ritchieverse · 9 hours ago
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Everyone ever: Holmes, were you dropped on your head as a kid?
A drunk Watson: *clicks tongue* Bold of you to assume he was held.
Holmes: Come on, Watson, drop it. We all know who has the real daddy issues here.
Watson: *cries in a corner*
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savage-james-barnes · 9 hours ago
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Rdj is so beautiful.
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erule · 10 hours ago
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Catching feelings
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!reader
Summary: Tony finds out that the reader has a crush on him and he realizes that maybe he’s catching feelings for her too.
Warnings: enemies to lovers trope, language, reader is 18+, fluff
A/N: hello! This is my first attempt to write something about Tony. Hope you like it. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! 💌
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“I’m not saying that…”
“That’s exactly what you meant, Tony”.
“First of all: careful. Second of all: who allowed you to call me Tony?”
“I did. Anyway, I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not,” you said, while some purple flames were sparkling from your fingertips. “End of discussion”.
Tony rolled his eyes, sighing. He was beyond annoyed by your presence, but Steve had said Come on, give her one chance. Maybe she’s not evil anymore and Tony fucking fell for that. He just wanted to do his job, but now he has to babysit you. You weren’t only sarcastic and determined, you were also stubborn and absolutely annoying. Yet, sometimes he had also seen your soft part, mostly with kids and Steve. He actually thought you had a crush on Captain America because of that, but Steve kept saying that you two were just friends. Tony didn’t buy it, of course.
While he was coming back to his room, Nat and Wanda approached him from his two sides. Nat was grinning and Wanda was smiling devilishly.
“Can I help you?” Tony asked, sarcasm running through his veins.
“You have a crush,” Nat said and Wanda nodded.
“On who?”
“On Y/N, for sure. She drives you crazy,” Wanda said.
Tony chuckled.
“She drives me mad. It’s different,” he responded. “Regardless, I think that she has a thing for Rogers”.
Nat burst out laughing.
“If only I could just show you what’s in her mind…” Wanda said, glancing at Tony.
He stopped on front of his lab.
“Okay, what’s going on here? What do you want?”
“We just want you happy, Tony. You have been spending all of your nights in this lab, since Pepper broke up with you. Y/N is in our side, now. You can trust her. At least, trust Steve,” Nat said. “Please, just think about it”.
Tony took a deep breath, then he nodded.
“I’ll think about it. Now leave me to my toys, please”.
And they did. He worked until midnight, then he felt incredibly tired and decided to go to bed. He looked at the picture of himself and Pepper in the frame on his counter. He missed her so much, but Nat and Wanda were right: he had to move on. And to be completely honest, you were a good partner when you actually listened to him. Sometimes, even nice. But he didn’t have a crush on you. They were wrong about that.
Someone knocked at his door. He turned in order to see you, standing there into your pyjamas, looking at him. You seemed guilty.
“Hi,” he said, still surprised to see you there.
“Hi,” you repeated. “I’m sorry to bother you now, but I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted to apologize about my behavior. Steve says that I still can’t control my powers when I’m angry and that makes me extremely angry, especially when I’m with you,” you said and Tony thought about what Wanda said to him earlier.
If only I could just show you what’s in her mind…
He stood up from his chair, walking towards you. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’re actually a good partner on a mission, when you listen to me. I know that you’re trying to do your best”.
“I really try, all the time. Even if it’s hard, sometimes,” you said, with a sad smile on your face. For the first time, he noticed that your lips were actually really pretty. So pink and so soft.
No, that was a distraction.
“I get you. Anyway, don’t worry, you can go to sleep peacefully now,” he said, smiling.
“It happens every night, you know?” You said.
Tony frowned.
“What?”
“That I think about you,” you said.
Tony freezed. It was like time had stopped all around you. He was paralyzed by your words. Maybe Nat and Wanda were right, after all…
“You… what? We bicker almost everyday, it’s not… You have a crush on Steve! You are nice to him, not with me,” he said, astonished.
You chuckled.
“I owe everything to Steve, that’s why I’m nice to him. He’s like a brother to me. But when I fight with you, it’s different. You challenge me to be better. You act like that, because you care. And I act like that, because I really like you, despite all the times I wanted to kill you because you didn’t listen to me,” you said, tilting your head.
Tony didn’t know what to say. And in that moment, he realized that you were the only person who could leave him speechless.
“Y/N…”
“It’s not a declaration of eternal love, chill. I just wanted to let you know that I like you, okay? I can be sweet too,” you said, then you kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Tony”.
He murmured Goodnight while you were going back to your room. Maybe a part of him was catching feelings for you, in the end. But he wouldn’t have said that to Nat and Wanda, not now, not ever.
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enkarmad0 · 11 hours ago
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hace mucho tiempo que no sé de ti
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incorrect-ritchieverse · 13 hours ago
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Watson: Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by.
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nostxlgia18 · 15 hours ago
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14. IT'S A BOY!!
Taglist: @beck07990 @calimoi @violacavs520 @girl-toxxic @everytimeyousaygoodbye @julialuv1d @teenagecloudflapscissors-blog @enchantingneckpersonscissors @mandybug39
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𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀 : officially know 3 naughty Ryan's in my life 😜
~~ 𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻.𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : hehe 😎
𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗷𝗿 : just so you know, I booked the whole floor for the delivery (drived Chris nuts 😂! I don't care)
𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 : ayeee!!! Inze is waiting to meet him
𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻 : my godson!! 😇
𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲.𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 : congratulations my babies!!!
~~ 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 : thnx momma ✌🏻
𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻 : ❤❤❤
𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗸𝗼𝗻 : look at those little fingers 😍
𝗸𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 : awwwwww
𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟯 : I'm an uncle 🤑🤑
𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻_𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀 : cutest nephew ever 😉😉
𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆_𝗺 : 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻_𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 : going to spoil this kid RAW 😎
𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 : my partner in crime!
𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁_𝗷𝗼 : 👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻
𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘀𝗲𝗻 : can't wait to meet this handsome 😘
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tonythefuturist · 17 hours ago
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robert downey jr is such a strong human being
he's been through so much; particularly recently with losing jimmy rich, his long-time friend and recovery buddy. yet he's still here, working to help the planet and spreading positivity.
coming up on 18 years of sobriety in july, it has been 14 years since he was first cast as iron man, 16 years since he married susan downey, and 22 years since he last went to prison
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thran-duils · a day ago
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Dubious Representation (P.3)
Title: Dubious Representation (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Hank Palmer. Reader’s husband is facing jail time and although Hank Palmer entered the counsel for pro bono, he is still going to get a form of payment. Recently single, he’s been lonely and he’s looking for some comfort. Even if it means obtaining it from less than savory means. Words: 2,562 Warnings: Eventual smut, sexual coercion, infidelity Author’s Note: Decided on four parts... LOL
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Rich turned on Hank the moment the guilty verdict came through. He had been torn apart in court, Warner using the domestic violence charges to completely wipe Hank’s defense that Rich had been protecting Y/N off the board completely. What jury would think a man who had no issue hitting his wife around would have virtuous means to protect her? No, he was painted as a man protecting what he saw as property. Hank had objected to that comment which the judge sustained but it had already been said and swayed the jury all the way.
“You were supposed to get me out of this!” Rich snapped at him.
“No one was going to get you out of this, don’t kid yourself. And hey, I lost a case for free, so you don’t even have to worry about paying me for wasting my goddamn time,” Hank spat back in hushed tones, picking up his stuff.
Rich looked like he wanted to punch Hank, but the sheriff was already there putting his cuffs on. He instead whipped around to Y/N who was standing there. Her knuckles were white with how hard she was gripping the wooden wall between them, tears in the corners of her eyes.
“You---you can’t leave,” she got out. “Ten years, Rich!”
“Maybe if you hadn’t of gotten yourself into trouble by acting like a slut at that party, this wouldn’t be happening!” Rich snapped at her, his anger boiling over at everyone.
Hank was watching this exchange with a sour look, his jaw clenched. Y/N looked like she had been struck and he could only imagine what kind of verbal abuse she faced on top of the physical with him.
She gaped like a fish at him as he turned away from her with a glare, letting the sheriff lead him away. Hank finished putting away his things in his briefcase and stood up, coming in between her and where her eyes had been following him.
“Let me take you home,” Hank said gently.
Y/N focused on him, and it took a couple moments for her to register what he said. “I-I drove.”
Hank picked up his briefcase and walked out of the defense area, coming past the wall to where she was standing. He gestured for her to follow him. She shot a look at the judge who was already moved on. Swallowing sharply, she picked up her purse, she wiped at her eyes, and let his hand come to the small of her back as he guided her up the aisle towards the exit. Hank wanted to strangle Rich for making her so upset; his stomach was tight from the anger swirling at the whole situation.
He walked her to her car. The anger got the better of him and he poured out, “You know if he would’ve told me from the start that he had smacked you around, I wouldn’t have taken the damn case! Do you realize that’s what made us lose this case? Had nothing to do with me! Not even I can make a wife beating dickhead look good! Especially one with a wife who has a squeaky-clean record like you do! He didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell. You’re gonna be alone now because of his stupid, asshole decisions! And then he has the fucking audacity to say that shit to you as he’s leaving? If I knew I wouldn’t have gotten charged with assault myself—"
Hank stopped on a dime seeing her lip was warbling.
“I can’t... I can’t... I need another job,” she sputtered, her shoulders slumping defeated. “What am I going to do without him?”
Taking a deep breath to level himself out a little, Hank put his briefcase down on the cement. His hands came to her shoulders, and he caught her attention, peering into her eyes.
“I know this is all very sudden and frightening but just take a deep breath with me, okay? Okay?” She nodded and took a deep breath, him mimicking her movement. It took a few but she stopped looking like she was going to completely lose it. “Let’s get you home. Unless that’s going to be too much for you? Pictures and whatnot at home? Lots of memories to dwell in. Do you want to go to a hotel?”
“I can’t afford a hotel,” she said.
“I can,” Hank told her, sounding peppy. “Here, let me drive you – in your car – over to The Peninsula – great place, trust me. We’ll get you a room for the night or two, order you some room service. There’s a spa. A pool. They’ve got a killer hot tub.” She looked at loss for words and his thumbs caressed, pressing in with the slightest of pressure. “Come on. It’s the least I can do. It would make me feel a lot better about the whole thing. So, even if it’s just for me?”
Hank knew she was going to listen to him when he put it like that. He would not expect anything less from a woman who had been abused for so long. And he was not one to be above manipulating people for his own gain. He did not want her just waiting around when Rich was released from jail and go right back to using her as a punching bag. Oh, he wanted to shield her and protect her from that. From ever happening again. He was going to make sure he was there.
“What about your car?” she asked, and he knew he had her.
“I’ll take a taxi back over here.”
“You’re going to leave me at the hotel?”
“Only if you want me to.” He could see in her eyes that that was not what she wanted. “I can drive my car back over and park there as well. Do you want to do that?”
She nodded and he held in his elation at succeeding at bringing her in; he was good at masking his emotions. He gave her a quick smile before squeezing her arms and letting go. “Come then, passenger side. I’m driving.”
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The hotel was nice. Too nice. When you heard the desk clerk say that the room was going to be $540 a night, you grabbed Hank’s arm but he ignored you, handing his credit card over. You almost vomited on the spot. That was almost half a month’s rent.
When you got to the room, he told you to take the card the man had given the pair of you at the front desk for the spa downstairs to it. You asked if it was going to cost more, and he told you to not worry about it. When you looked reluctant, he shoved it into your hand and said he better hear about how great the spa was when he got back.
As much as you wanted to be at home, being away was good. You had a feeling he had been right about wallowing at home being in that familiar space after what had happened. Heeding what he said, you headed downstairs to the spa, making sure to choose the cheapest.
He was waiting on the bed when you got back, watching the news. You had been at the spa for over an hour. You noticed he had changed out of his suit and was in black jeans and a button up.
“I didn’t even think about a change of clothes…” you told him, gesturing that you had gotten back into your same clothes.
Hank shrugged and said, “It’ll be fine.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. “There’s dinner upstairs. In about an hour and a half. We can go up for drinks at the lounge beforehand.”
You played with the fabric of your sun dress and said, “I thought you said room service.”
“For breakfast,” he told you, snatching up his wallet and keys, his back to you. He slipped them into his jeans. “Dinner is Cantonese. You like that?” You nodded, shrugging. He smirked at your nervousness, and he assured you, “You’ll find something.”
The bar had a plush wall length couch and Hank led you to a table after the two of you ordered at the bar. You practically sunk into the couch. His arm came around the back of the couch, around you and he leaned in.
“So, you know, you’ve never told me what you do for work.”
You stammered at first, explaining your job. He was keeping eye contact, an intensity behind his gaze, listening with rapt attention. He asked questions about it, advancement and mobility specifically. The two of you fell naturally into conversation and it continued at dinner after you finished your drinks. Dinner was on the rooftop and night had fallen over the city. You had said you wanted the cheapest thing on the menu and Hank saw right through that, point blank asking you if the only reason you had chosen it was because it was cheapest. The embarrassed look on your face said it all and he told you to choose what you really wanted. Most of the entrees would cost what both of your meals would cost at a place when you and Rich went out, but you timidly pointed at something that looked good. He nodded and encouraged you to order it along with another cocktail. He was throwing down money tonight and you felt uncomfortable about it but it was really, really nice.
You paid him back the way you knew how. Fingers gripping the blanket, you moaned loudly as he plummeted into you. His pelvis slapped against your ass, drawing groans from him as his cock dragged in and out. He flipped you over and buried himself in you again, ravaging you with rough kisses.
He fell asleep before you. You were tucked up in his arm against his side, thinking about Rich in jail and what he would do if he saw you right now.
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Hank kept texting you and setting up dates after that. You had been on three since then. He had told you that he was interested when this whole relationship started, and he had not been lying. He had also told you that if you wanted to continue it, that was up to you. You wondered if that was still on the table – not that you were considering it at this point. But he was a man to be reckoned with, that much was clear. He carried himself with such an air of importance and had no problem telling someone their place – that you had witnessed more than once. And it included with you. He was pushy, he liked getting his way. If he did not like something, he would comment on it, and you would fold up. It was how you knew how to deal with conflict in a relationship. And he seemed perfectly content with it, always smiling when you corrected yourself and agreed with his suggestion.
Despite trying to keep him at arm’s length with a casual relationship, you caved on the third date and had let him into the apartment. Having sex in your marital bed had left you feeling guilty.
You feigned sickness the next time Hank texted asking you to go on a date. And then made up a lie when he suggested another day.
Sitting at work, you looked up and choked on your coffee. Hank was walking through the door, tearing his sunglasses off, a bouquet of flowers in hand. His eyes landed on you, and he smiled briefly, striding up to you. Your coworkers were watching with curiosity, and you wanted to melt into the floor. They knew about your marriage and how Rich was in jail. What they did not know about was Hank. Gods, what was he doing here?
“Hank…” you said underneath your breath, giving him an incredulous look.
“Yes, dear?” he said nonchalantly. Heat came to your cheeks, just knowing your coworkers had heard that. He held the bouquet out to you and said, “These are to cheer you up. You look like you’re doing better. That’s good. I was just stopping by to check in on you.” He shot a look over at your coworkers and smiled warmly. “Ladies.” He pointed at you. “May I borrow Y/N for a second?”
“Sure,” one of them, Maria, said, a devilish smile on her face. She was going to want to know everything when you came back in.
You took the flowers from him and placed them down. You stood up and followed him out of the door.
“What are you doing here?” you asked the moment the two of you were out on the sidewalk.
“Can’t I stop by and say hello?”
“Hank, my coworkers don’t know about us. What if—”
“What if what? They tell Rich? That’s very unlikely,” Hank interrupted. You closed your mouth and he stepped closer. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with you?” You shrugged, averting your gaze. His hand came up and he turned your face back to him. His tone was firm, “Y/N.”
You shrugged again, “I feel guilty.”
Hank cocked an eyebrow, “Guilty?”
“We… we had sex in our bed.”
Sighing, Hank’s hand fell from your face. “That’s what this is all about? Look, Y/N, as someone who has been cheated on, yes, it is terrible. But I’m telling you, these circumstances are incredibly unique and different. You did nothing wrong and the person who did is the one who is gone. And he deserves to be gone. You deserve happiness.”
“It doesn’t make me feel less guilty.”
“Then maybe you should just come over to my place next time. We just won’t go to your place. How’s that sound? No room to feel guilty. Whole new environment. Here, you mentioned you like to cook. How about you come over and we make a nice dinner together?” You looked down at the ground and he closed the space between the two of you. He tipped your chin up and said, “In fact, I insist. Tonight. I’ll pick you up. What do you want to cook for me?” You did not answer quick enough and he pressed, “Hmm?”
“Lasagna?”
“Lasagna it is.” He pulled his wallet out and handed over a hundred-dollar bill, shoving it into your hand. “Here, pick up the stuff and text me when you’re home. I’ve got a nice bottle of red wine to go with it. Sound good?” He was looking at you expectantly and you gave him the answer he wanted to hear, causing him to smirk. “Perfect. I’m glad, doll.”
He leaned in and gave you a kiss. He tapped your nose and smiled, “Have a good rest of your day. Remember to put the flowers in water. I’ve gotta get back to the office.”
Hank walked you back to the door and the two of you did not miss two of your coworkers bolting away from the window where they had been pressing their noses again, watching. Hank chuckled and gave you a tap on the ass as you opened the door before he pulled took his sunglasses back off his shirt and put them on, walking off.
You walked back in and they were all staring at you.
“So, he’s wearing a Rolex…” Maria started off.
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Watson: Come on, Holmes, you love this show!
Holmes: Yes, but I always skip the Christmas episodes.
Simza: Because the themes of family and togetherness are a chilling reminder of your own isolation?
Holmes: ... No, but thank you for that.
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Pepper: Why are you naked and covered in baby oil?
Tony: You know how you say I never glisten?
Pepper: Listen. You never listen.
Tony: Oh.
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Watson: You have scurvy. You need to eat healthier, Holmes.
Holmes: No.
Watson: Eat your veggies.
Holmes: No.
Watson: The last person who didn't eat healthier after i told them to, died.
Holmes: Oh my god.
Watson: Drowned in a sinking boat.
Holmes: That sounds unrelated.
Watson: I sank the boat. Do not disobey me.
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