Stop shipping them. Tony and Steve especially. Want to base ships? Read the comics.
Okay.
Have I read enough comcis for you??
:-|
you’re right. i just reread all those comics
and you’re totally right
“See? I told you you’d have fun.”
Tony and Bruce, hanging out in the rubble after the battle. Last one of these two for now. I think. My apologies to all my non-avengers-fan followers for posting all these. X)
valid conversations at 3 am
Gail: once upon a time the
e was an ugly
a
nacle
Gail: he was so ugly eve
yone died
Gail: The End
Kelvin: moose cow
Ka
en: Moscow, what in the wo
ld is a moose cow?
Kelvin: Sam and a milktank
Jenny: I still can't
elieve the
e's a Pokemon like that, sounds like a squa
e pink cow
Kelvin: that's what it is
Jenny: I can't believe you haven't seen Spongebob or mean girls your so uncultured
Gail: I can't believe you consider Spongebob culture
Karen and Jenny: sbdbdsjsbakajsaa
Karen and Jenny: it is!!
Kelvin: it's like the Japanese anime of America
Posting this again, because this was partially inspired by anon who left me with sad Mass Effect feels and Karen’s brilliant mind at 2:43am. Oh and my attractive faces.
YESSSSSS… My Science Boyfriends OTP artwork for answering previous Science bros prompt on my personal tumblr.
This is the first time i paint RDJ n Ruffalo~it was ergh…challenging.
i messed up with everything and Ruffalo’s face looked much much younger than the actual one, i’m really sorryTvT. i’ll try to be more better, later~Bruce doesn’t know what to do, or how to feel about this turn of events.
Tony Stark—excellent, brilliant, solid Tony Stark—is pressed up against him, sleeping, on the couch. He doesn’t snore, at least not right now; instead, his breath is soft, calm, and soundless. His shoulder presses into Bruce’s chest, prompting an exceptionally hard thump of his heart.
Bruce closes his eyes and feels himself turn into Tony’s heat just slightly. Wisps of Tony’s hair tickle his chin and sharp, splintering jolts of adrenalin heighten his senses until the sensation is all-consuming. Even breaths, in an out, Bruce thinks. Don’t move; don’t wake him; don’t touch.
Tony breathes out a soft note of sleep and pushes his nose further into Bruce’s neck.
And Bruce’s breath stops; his fingers twitch; his stomach swoops. The arm along the back of the couch lights up with the sudden shifting of Tony’s head. It pulls closer around him. Bruce opens his eyes to watch his arm wrap around this man, this… flawed, great, kind man.
Tony’s relaxed face, his slightly gaping mouth and mussed hair, slide perfectly into the file Bruce has been creating: the one titled and fitted to accept all things Tony—all things brash, uncontrollable, sarcastic, genius, and sometimes…. unbearably gentle. Understanding. Tony Stark is a man made out of heart, Bruce thinks, gazing at the soft blue glow of Tony’s chest.
It feels a little bittersweet, somehow—but still, Bruce smiles. He leans his head down against a dark head, lets his fingers glance over a bare arm, and closes his eyes. He’ll wait, like this, for as long as he’s allowed. As long as he’s gifted.
Thank you, Tony Stark, he thinks, and feels it in his very core.
awwwww….thx for that amazing short ficlet, my heart can’t containt the fluffynnessssss;v;
