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Close-up of Bucky because he’s so damn happy!!

#winteriron #fan art

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>recharge<

#i'm not dead tag

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#i'm not dead tag

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natasha and gamora not getting the ending they deserved

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if marvel revealed that steve rogers was actually stuck in the quantum realm it would legitimately be one of the most unsettling plot twists they could manage like not only would it mean that old steve is not steve at all, rather someone or something else, but it would also imply that steve didn’t finish his mission and return all the stones & that the very fabric of reality is in danger

#i... i have no words #this is mindblowing #holy shit #the things this could mean #i just #god the horror #didn't feige say that the new doctor strange movie is going to be a horror movie? #god what i'd give to see some horror inclined mcu movies #what i'd fucking give for this #the absolute sheer horror of the reveal tho #it doesn't even reall matter who or what old steve is #what matters is just the pure horror that it isn't steve and steve is somewhere out there #the image of steve dancing on vormir tho is really sticking with me #like #god i need this yesterday

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Lost Time And Other People's Bullshit for the title meme (last one, I swear)

Read up on dyschronometria and wanted to use it for this! I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that Tony doesn’t mean to be distant, he just doesn’t realize he is.

Lost Time and Other People’s Bullshit

Pepper finds Tony standing in the hallway in the dark and nearly launches herself into the ceiling in fright. “Tony oh my God.”

Tony blinks at her placidly.

Pepper stares at him, clutching a folder to her chest, then reaches out and gently grabs his arm. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve? Huh?” Tony asks. “I’ve been working. Look! I made a new cell phone,” he adds, jerking his hand up. The cell phone is small and thin and probably the best thing to hit the market soon. “I’ve managed to make it pretty indestructible, and upped the battery life by seventy-three percent–”

He has no idea he’s missed three meetings and a deadline on a patent, Pepper realizes after a moment. She’s not sure how she feels about that–mostly unnerved, she decides. She covers the cell phone with her hand.

Tony stops talking abruptly to blink at her again. He doesn’t look guilty, or upset, or tired. Just excited to be able to show her the new thing he made.

“Let’s get dinner and you can tell me more about it,” she offers.

“I could eat,” Tony agrees, and then launches into the parameters he wants to add to the phone.

Tony doesn’t remember three of his PhDs. Bruce had seen one of the certificates on the wall and had tried to ask Tony when he’d gotten a PhD in Safenology, of all things.

“He hyperfocuses and then when he doesn’t need the information anymore his brain just dumps it until he needs it,” Rhodey explains when Bruce mentions it. “He uses that degree without realizing it whenever he goes over new safety protocols for inventions of departments.” He catches Tony as he tries to power-walk by, clearly focused on something else.

Tony stops and looks up at him, tilting his head. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Rhodey says, and then, “Shower.”

“Oh,” Tony says, and then continues power-walking away.

Rhodey drags him down to dinner and he smells fresh, so he must have showered at some point. It’s both boggling and horrifying that he needs to be reminded.

Steve finds old fashioned boxes of Monopoly, Scrabble, and Sorry! in the common room. He doesn’t understand. He’d made a passing comment to Tony while he’d clearly been focused on something else, and here these games were, ones that he’d played with Bucky and his sisters so many years ago. When had he done that? Why? He was always so busy, why add the stress of Steve’s passing complaint to his problems?

“It was no trouble,” Tony says when Steve asks him, looking past him out the window. “Is it evening already?”

Natasha finds a whole new wardrobe in her closet, from shoes hiding lock-picking implements to dresses that look sheer but are clearly made of fabric that’ll protect her from knife wounds. She stares. When had he done this? He’d been working with the military on bulletproof vests and also working on the next upgrade for the helicarrier. She’d only mentioned being annoyed that the dress she’d been given by SHIELD had ripped in passing, to Clint, as Tony was poking at his tablet. She hadn’t even thought he’d been listening.

“I want you to be safe,” Tony says when she asks him.

He sounds so reasonable that she begins to nod, agreeing, even says, “Thanks.”

“Well, I’m going to go to bed,” Tony says, even though it’s two o’clock in the afternoon, and pats her shoulder before he turns and leaves. It’s not until he’s gone that she remembers that she wanted to ask him not to do that anymore, since his plate was already so full.

Eventually things come to a head, and Thor puts his hand on Tony’s chest to stop him from leaving the kitchen. “Tony.”

Tony stares up at him, bewildered. “Yes?”

“Are you even aware that it’s been a week since we’ve seen you?” Thor asks.

“A week? No,” Tony says, and then tilts his head, looking more interested than concerned. “A week? Really?”

“You seriously haven’t noticed?” Clint asks, horrified.

Tony shrugs one shoulder, holds his hand out toward the door. “I was busy.”

“Tony,” the rest of the Avengers choke out.

“I’m better than I was when I was younger,” Tony says, shrugging again. “I’m on medication. A therapist comes to see me because I can’t remember dates. I’m not ignoring you. I just don’t have a concept of time passing. That’s why JARVIS has so many alerts for me, and why if Pepper really needs me, she’ll come and get me, and why Rhodey will just grab me and remind me of stuff. It’s not that I don’t care about you guys, I just literally can’t realize by myself that it’s been hours, days, or even weeks that I haven’t seen another person.”

“And you’ve always been like this?” Bruce asks, looking pained.

Tony blinks at him guilelessly. “Ever since the car crash I was in on my way home from boarding school, yeah. I was… s-si–seven maybe?” He scratches at his chin, squinting at the ceiling. “I don’t remember much of the years surrounding the accident because they all blend together into hospital visits and private tutors. It’s in my medical files if you want to see them.”

“Tony,” Steve says softly, frowning. “If you’re already struggling–why go out of your way for us, then?”

“I’m not struggling,” Tony says, brows furrowing together in confusion. “I’m actually functioning quite well. My therapist says I’m doing great! And why wouldn’t I go out of my way for you guys?” he adds, perplexed. “You’re my friends. I love you and want to take care of you.”

“Oh,” they say, stunned and quite humbled by it.

“Oh,” Tony says. “Is it dinner time?” He sits down in the seat beside Thor and looks around the table. “What’s for dinner? Curry! Nice!” He pauses, silent, as Steve reaches out and pulls him in for a side-hug, then leans back to look up at him. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No,” Steve says. “Just, some things about you make a whole lot more sense all of the sudden, and it’s nice to know I don’t have to worry about them.”

Tony stares up at him for a moment, then shrugs and turns back to the food, unconcerned. “If you guys haven’t seen me for a few days and want me for dinner, come and get me. I don’t mean to miss out. I just can’t tell I am.”

The rest of the team gets together after dinner to make a list of when and who will approach him and for what, which they run past Pepper and Rhodey and Happy, who seem cautiously happy about it. They still find Tony coming and going at all times, but with a reason for it, it doesn’t bother them so much anymore, especially now that they know they can tow him in to spend time with them and he won’t get upset by it. They’d known he hadn’t been aloof with them, not really, but hearing an explanation for why he didn’t spend time with them was enough to alleviate their fears that they were bothering him.

Even if Tony lost time, it was good to know that it didn’t make his feelings for them wane.

#not mine #this is so goooood #im soft #i love fics that look at tony's quirks through a different light #its so creative

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Iron Man 3 (2013) dir. Shane Black

#two more hours for me #but im dr*nk so im not gonna remember to reblog this then

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Imho, Clint should have died instead of Nat, and Nat should've married Laura and settled down with the Barton family.

#is this not what happened? #endgame? never heard of her

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“Why would you do that?”

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im still not over strange saving tony’s life just to serve him up as a pig for slaughter later on because in his infinite wisdom™ it didn’t suit strange for tony to die on Titan

#number 3 would've made such a better climax #the OG avengers joining hands and doing it together? #beautiful #i mean #they've never been the team the MCU wants us to believe they are that much is obvious #but scenes like that could've made them a team #gotg literally proves that the infinity stones can be survived through multiple people #and the pay off of that information would've been so great #but nah let's go for shock value because you don't know how to properly complete character arcs

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happy december 16th! they are best friends and "captain america: civil war" means nothing to me

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#this is the most bucky thing sebastian stan has ever done #everytime i see it #i think about that

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you be in her DMs, i be in her fic rec list providing that emotional catharsis, you and me are not the same

#if this aint it #idk what is

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Bucky: I only feel one emotion and it’s anger.

Tony: Last night you texted me 100 heart emojis.

Bucky: Yes. Out of anger.

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Bucky stans whenever they get 1.5 seconds of his standalone screentime:

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I’m just playing around with some lighting :)

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Some Thoughts On Aphobia

As a disclaimer, this entire post obviously comes from an allosexual queer and these experiences are only second-hand from my view of all of this. This blog is usually a fandom blog, but I felt like talking about this because it’s personal to me, and I think that with the exclusionism of aros and aces rampant in the LGBTQ+ community, I could shed some light on some things with this personal story.

So, I have three sisters. My oldest sister is as hetero as they come (but, a huge ally ofc) but my other older sister is bisexual and I am queer/sapphic. My little sister, well, I’ve personally had theories of her being AroAce for awhile, but I didn’t want to push labels onto her or tell her how to feel. In the end, no matter her sexuality, it’s no one’s place to make assumptions. It doesn’t affect me, as long as she’s happy. 

Recently though, my little sister kept asking me more and more questions about asexuality and aromanticism. She asked about the definitions, the flag colours, all of it. And more recently, she admitted to me that she thought she was AroAce.  I gave her my full support and I was proud of her and all that. I’m a protective big sister, what can I say. (and as an aside, I am aware of the statistical unlikelihood that 3 out of the 4 of my sisters are LGBTQ+ and we all find it hilarious tbh)

Now, here’s the thing. My entire family, though this story will particularly be about my mom, knows I’m queer. They know my older sister is bi. We’ve received nothing but support and acceptance. We went to Pride this year, they helped me get into an LGBTQ+ support group, all of the things. 

So imagine my surprise when my little sister comes out to my parents and my mom immediately shuts her down. She says my sister is too young and immature to make that decision, -mind you, I was 14 when I came out, she’s 16- she said my sister hasn’t found the right person and just doesn’t socialise with people enough to know, and best of all, my mother said that my little sister will get married someday and give her grandchildren.

Now, children having to give their parents grandchildren is a rant on its’ own, but we don’t need to get into it because it’s ridiculous to think that my mother, with four children, the oldest of whom is ENGAGED and has picked out names with her fiance for kids, won’t get grandchildren. But all that aside. 

But aphobia isn’t real, right? To reiterate, my mother supports me to death. But when my little sister comes out as AroAce, suddenly it’s an entirely different matter. I even pointed out the hypocrisy of it to my mother, because it would’ve been horrible of her to say to me I’ll get married to a man someday so she shouldn’t say it to my sister. Do you know what my mom’s response was?

“I just want her to be happy.”

Because that’s the thing with aphobia. We exist in a society where happiness is derived from being in a relationship. We talk about soulmates and other halves and the people that complete us. It’s a different brand of homophobia but derived from the same ideas. Rather than it being that marriage can only be between a man and a woman, it’s that marriage between two people is required for happiness. Sex is required for love, and romantic love is required for a happy life.

To be clear, I don’t hate my mom for this, and I do think she’ll come around. I understand it’s a lot to process, but that’s because we refuse to normalise it. There are LGBTQ+ people who won’t even accept Aros and Aces into the community and act like aphobia isn’t real or that it doesn’t hurt people. They act like I didn’t have to go from comforting my baby sister to screaming at my mother for making my sister come to me, devastated. And trust me when I say my sister was lucky. I know there are Aces and Aros who’ve had it so much worse.

I took my sister to my LGBTQ+ support group. It was nice and we both enjoyed ourselves. When we got back home the first thing she said to me was “You know, it was really nice to tell people I was AroAce and not have to explain what it means.”

My point in all of this to point out that aphobia is very real, and that Aros and Aces need to be accepted into the community. It’s the same thing, the same struggle. People like my sister deserve to feel at home somewhere, and they deserve to have the rest of the community rallying behind them and giving them the platform to help explain to cishets their sexuality so that my sister and others can be left the fuck alone. She doesn’t need sex or an “other half” to be a normal, happy person. No one does. 

So TLDR: if you say Aros and Aces aren’t a part of this community, you will die by my queer sword.  And obviously, my views and opinions on all of this are very limited, as I’m not Aro/Ace. So if any Aros and/or Aces want to add on with their personal experience/opinions. I’d love to hear them and I’ll read them all.

#shitposting with becca #aphobia mention #exclusionists dni #aphobes dni #and my identity is not a slur #so don't even bring that up or tag it as that #asexuality #aromantism #aroace #sorry i haven't been active #i'll try and reblog some other stuff to make up for this