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if pining had a face, it would look exactly look this 🥲

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“you’re here now”🤍

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I love old men retired yaoi

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the way I believed this was real (disturbing! but real) is so sad :/

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GO WATCH THUNDERBOLTS*

just do it!!!!!

it is easily one of the top 5 (maybe even three? two????) best Marvel movies ever!

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Misha raised his hand and shyly and quietly said "I'm all three."

Just look at his breathless, little smile right after.

Our introvert, extrovert, bisexual king, we are so proud of you.

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thank you for describing my anon ask to blanketforcas as “jensen coded” will i ever receive a better compliment in my life, no i don’t think so

you’re most welcome my friend. it’s so very Jensen to get drunk and wax nerdy poetics about Misha 💕😁

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happy waiting for Misha to wish Jensen time to those who observe 🥹

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is misha made of magic?? i’m scientific but also extremely drunk. so i have it on good (my) authority to think (og typed as “thunk”) to think that misha collins is magic

jensen babe this is an ask not a dm

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Eat Your Feelings--A Valentine's Day Fic

For deehellcat on the Stony Discord: based on the idea of the zoo's Valentine's fundraiser where you can name a bug after your ex and watch it get eaten. This somehow leads to declarations of true love.

A worm

Seriously?

Ngl that stings

Steve stared down at the text, sighed, and scraped a hand through his hair. It had been a pipe dream to hope that Tony wouldn’t find out, but he hadn’t expected to happen in real time. He glanced over at the television where a reporter was live on scene at the Minnesota Zoo giving a play by play on the Valentine’s Day fundraiser, a report that had begun benignly enough, but when it was announced that someone had named one of the crawly little sacrifices ‘Stark’, it had kind of become, well, a thing. 

The live feed had now made its way to several Youtube channels and somehow gotten picked up by Fox News, where a blonde woman was currently speculating which of Tony’s many exes may have decided to serve his unfortunate stand-in up for a hedgehog’s lunch. 

It wasn’t me, Steve texted back, wincing a bit because it practically screamed guilty conscience. It was true enough, though he suspected that it wasn’t exactly as if he was entirely unrelated to the current situation, considering he had gotten an email from the Minnesota Zoo explaining how a donation had been made in his honor.  Not to mention Bucky and Sam giving him grief for turning down yet another attempt at a set-up. He just wasn’t interested in dating right now, that was all. He had to focus on finishing the pieces for the exhibition, not finding out more about Derrick the gym bro’s protein powder routine. It had nothing to do with breaking things off with Tony. 

Sorry, he added. 

Steve looked back at the screen on the gym wall, where the reporter was, entirely too gleefully in Steve’s opinion, pointing out the hedgehog currently chomping its way through what had been a Chad and an Aaron.  Meanwhile, Stark the worm was slowly inching its way along the glass side of the hedgehog’s enclosure. As Steve watched, the camera zoomed in, and the worm slithered down into a tiny groove along the glass where the faux grass bottom of the enclosure met the edge. It then pushed itself along the groove with what Steve was fairly sure was breakneck speed for a worm.

You’re escaping, Steve texted. Of course, he was, Steve thought with a soft smile. 

A moment later, Tony replied with an image of Mel Gibson in blue face paint from Braveheart, yelling, ‘Freedom!’

The hedgehog waddled over to where Stark was trundling along the edge of the glass and nosed at him. 

“I think our fuzzy friend here has finally caught Mr. Stark! Something no one else can say,” the reporter bleated with a nasal laugh. Steve’s smile drooped. “Oh, no, no, it looks like--Kenny, can you zoom in closer?--look at this, folks you are not going to believe it! Stark is going out that tiny hole there at the corner, do you see that? There he goes!” 

They’ll never catch me

I, for one, welcome our new worm overlord, Steve replied, then, after a moment’s hesitation, added, you’re a hard one to catch.

Three dots indicating Tony was replying lit up Steve’s phone screen for a long time, as if Tony was writing a novel or deleting his reply over and over. 

Dammit, Steve silently cursed at himself, grinding his fist against his forehead. He shouldn’t have said anything. Why hadn’t he just let it go? They were doing their usual casual text thing. This was what they did these days. Now, he’d made it weird. 

“Kenny, can you get this? Stark is using that wire that connects to the enclosure’s heating lamp to escape, and it looks like he just might make it! Unbelievable, folks. A true Valentine’s Miracle,” the reporter cooed on the television. Steve pushed the remote’s button to turn it off, and the screen went blessedly blank. 

Well, probably the worm thing made it weird first. 

The three dots danced on Steve’s phone screen, then, finally, words appeared in their stead.

You did

Steve frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? The break-up, if that’s what you called it, had been mutual. Amicable. Incredibly, life-alteringly painful for Steve, sure, but amicable. They weren’t right for each other, and when it became clear that the whole ‘just amazing sex’ thing was not going to be enough and he had somehow caught feelings for Tony Stark of all people--incredibly smart, suave, rich, and very confirmed bachelor--Steve had known it was time. 

They’d both agreed--well, Steve definitely remembered Tony saying yes, he understood, it was fine, he got it. World’s apart, moved in different circles, lots of those kinds of words had been--amicably--said. It had hurt, but they both agreed, it was the smart move. Steve even remembered Tony saying exactly that. Smart move. Good call. That’s what Tony had said at the time. 

Except, then, what the hell did Tony’s text mean? You did. Did what? Caught him? The idea of it seemed entirely inconceivable, if Steve was honest with himself. They’d been…he wasn’t even sure what they had been. Fuck buddies seemed way too flippant, but they hadn’t been dating or anything, just…hanging out. Hanging out at galleries and restaurants (and one time hanging out in Paris), sure, but…hanging out. It hadn’t been serious. Steve had known that going in.  

And then they stopped hanging out. But Steve had never had Tony. Not really, not--not the way that--not like that, the way someone is yours, when it’s something real, when it’s…when it’s the kind of relationship where you--where the people are in love. 

It hadn’t been like that, of course. Not even close. Sure, Steve had feelings, which is why it had to stop. That wasn’t what Tony was looking for from Steve, and it wasn’t fair to try to pull him into a relationship he didn’t want. Thus…amicable. 

Except…except…Steve’s mind stuttered, looking down at Tony’s text. What was that supposed to mean, then?

Did I? Steve asked finally, mainly because he couldn’t help himself. It could be read as a joke, he supposed. Just their usual banter. It was ambiguous enough, and it wasn’t like Tony could hear how loudly Steve’s heart was pounding as he typed those two words. 

The three dots appeared again. 

I so want to say you wormed your way in

Steve huffed out a surprised laugh, then waited, as the three blinking dots made his breath catch. 

You caught me. I couldn’t catch you, though. Tried. 

Steve blinked in confusion, his chest tightening. What? That--that wasn’t right, he frowned, shaking his head. He started to type, then stopped, and hit the video call button. 

Tony answered on the first ring, his face filling the phone screen, and Steve, nearly breathless, didn’t give him a chance to speak, too afraid that he wouldn’t be able to say what he suddenly, desperately needed to say to Tony. “Tony, you--you caught me. I was caught. So very, very caught. But, we weren’t--we weren’t in the same place. We broke up because I was falling in love with you, and you didn’t want that kind of relationship. That’s why we broke up.”

A long beat of silence echoed on the other end of the phone where Tony stared at him. “Well. That was an incredibly stupid reason to break up.” 

“It was?” Steve asked, pulling back in bewilderment. 

“Considering that I was absolutely head over heels in love with you, then yes,” Tony said, “Exceedingly stupid, I’d say.”

“You--what? You were--wait--when? How?” Steve stammered. 

“Since May second at three thirty-two AM,” Tony replied, his face softening. 

“Oddly specific, but okay,” Steve said. 

“I’d gotten up to work on something, and when I came back to bed, you were sleeping, and I thought, I want to come back to him forever. Admittedly, I immediately followed that thought with, oh shit, so not quite as romantic as it sounds,” Tony amended, wobbling his head back and forth with an apologetic wince. 

“So…just to be clear. You were in love with me. I was in love with you. And so we…broke up,” Steve recounted. 

“How have we not been asked to write a relationship book?” Tony asked, his eyes widening with a look of exaggerated confusion. 

“Boggles the mind,” Steve deadpanned, then sighed, aiming his eyes heavenward for a moment. “My best friend tried to get a worm version of you eaten on live TV for Valentine’s Day because I’m still in love with you and all mopey about it today. I think I could handle the chapter on Coping After a Break-Up.” 

Tony grinned widely. “Still, you say?”

“I did say that,” Steve acknowledged with a firm nod. “I don’t suppose you happen to have the rest of Valentine’s Day free, do you?” 

“Well,” Tony replied, drawing out the word, “I suppose there are really only two things on my agenda today. Spend it with the person I am ridiculously--seriously, it’s almost embarrassing--in love with,” he nodded deferentially towards Steve on the other side of the phone screen, “and make a very large donation to the Minnesota Zoo.” 

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okay, forgive me if this is a dumb question, but…is your basingstoke because of Ruddigore?

I tried to answer this before, but had a technical problem because tumblr is dreadful.

All right. So, the light operetta writers Gilbert and Sullivan created "Ruddigore." In this, the protagonist Mad Margaret is encouraged to anchor herself to fact and reality by uttering the phrase "Basingstoke!"

Robin. Despard! And his young wife! This visit is unexpected.

Margaret. Shall I fly at him? Shall I tear him limb from limb? Shall I rend him asunder? Say but the word and–

Despard. Basingstoke!

Margaret. (suddenly demure) Basingstoke it is!

Despard. (aside) Then make it so. (aloud) My brother – I call you brother still, despite your horrible profligacy – we have come to urge you to abandon the evil courses to which you have committed yourself, and at any cost to become a pure and blameless ratepayer.

Robin. But I've done no wrong yet.

Margaret. (wildly) No wrong! He has done no wrong! Did you hear that!

Despard. Basingstoke!

Margaret. (recovering herself) Basingstoke it is!

This is not the source of my nick.

In the novel "Anno Dracula," by Kim Newman, Dracula won his novel and took over England. Vampirism became both widespread and degraded in quality.

In "Anno Dracula", the composers Gilbert and Sullivan were both new vampires and created the operetta "Ruddigore." That work featured the vampire Lord Ruthven alongside new, crass, baby vamps called "Murgatroyds". In that work, saying the word "Basingstoke" causes murgatroyd vamps to dissolve into ash.

THAT is the source of my nickname.

It's too fucking complicated and I apologize to the city.

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You are not alone.

We’re standing with you.

You matter!

Please hang in there. Reach out to a loved one, reach out to a friend, send me a message and I’ll tell you how much you matter.

Hang in there.

Love trumps hate.

You’ll get through this.

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I was dying, and no one could see it but you. You saved my life, Joan.

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nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

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Post-CACW Stony: a fic rec list

I've been on a Captain America: Civil War kick lately, and since I know that Steve-friendly CW Stony fic can be hard to find, I've put together a rec list!

I am thoroughly team cap, but these range from being anti-accords to just not getting into the issue, and all are Steve-friendly as long as you can accept a lot little loving Steve-whump.

Atlas by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 11,505 words)

Summary: They don't hear each other.

Eigengrau by vorkosigan (@the-vorkosigan) (Teen And Up Audiences, 16,811 words)

Summary: Tony is captured; he doesn't know by whom, or why. He doesn't know how much time has passed since. What he knows is, he can now hear something in the adjacent cell, and that 'something' sounds a lot like Steve Rogers.

Nights When the Wolves Are Silent, and Only the Moon Howls by Cluegirl, Defiler_Wyrm (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, 77,612 words)

Note: has a Stucky element too, but the relationship between Steve and Tony is the main focus.

Summary: “Could you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?” Steve wasn’t sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Sam’s clenched knuckles. “It’ll be fine,” he promised, believing it. “Serum’s handled worse.” “You know, I actually believe you,” Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. “Which is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue I’ve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoff’s men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?” Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. “Not a bear,” he murmured. “Wolves.”

More below the cut!

(trust me when i say) i'll get back to you by machi_kun (@machi-kun) (General Audiences, 1,549 words)

Summary: “Me and Rogers are not on speaking terms anymore.”

An Infinite Number Of Monkeys At Typewriters (Or, Steve and Tony Finally Get It Right) by JenTheSweetie (@jenthesweetie) (Mature, 18,864 words)

Summary: Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to - “Steve?” After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you'd expect it to.

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep by Cluegirl (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 152,765 words)

Summary: They all made mistakes. They all have regrets. They all have nightmares, suspicions, and questions they'd like to ask. And they all left business behind them that was never quite finished. This is the story of how the Avengers ask those questions, get their answers, and come together like fucking adults to make things right again.

Bring Him Home by seventymilestobabylon (@seventymilestobabylon) (Explicit, 13,769 words)

Summary: Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days. (a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Conjugal Visits by xtricks (Explicit, 4,252 words)

Summary: AU: Steve Rogers gets captured fairly soon after Civil War and sent to the Raft. Tony discovers that trying to appease your enemies doesn’t work and ends up a prisoner too.

Down Came the Rain by captainoutoftime (@captain-outoftime) (Explicit, 75,274 words)

Summary: A mission goes badly for Natasha, who is discovered de-aged to three years old. She recognizes no one, but every kid knows Captain America. When Tony grudgingly makes a call, Steve makes good on his promise to answer. Steve has to work together with Tony to take care of a traumatized child and figure out how to turn their itsy bitsy spider back into a Black Widow. Neither of them really want to talk about what happened in Siberia, but living in close quarters, they have to come to some sort of peace - even if it means addressing some feelings they'd rather not admit to having. As they work together to solve the problem of a re-emerging Red Room, Steve uncovers something he never expected to find again: family.

Hating Steve Rogers by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 16,243 words)

Summary: The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

I Have Questions by YourFadedGlory (HisNameWasAce) (@yourfadedglory) (Not Rated, 2,808 words)

Summary: There is only so much that Steve can carry. His legs quiver and his heart aches, he looks skyward, and in a startling moment of clarity he lets the shield go. Gouged and battered, it rings like a bell when it hits the stone floor. He wonders for a split moment if it will weigh on Tony the way it has weighed on him.

The Crying Game by fohatic (@fohatic) (Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 36,403 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers stared at the dimly glowing digital screen of the little burner phone, rereading the text message as if it might somehow give away something he missed the first dozen times he scrutinized it. His frown only deepened, though, brows drawing together with consternation as the 88 characters only left him with an even more ponderous sense of uncertainty. If you meant what you wrote, I'll be at the Swissotel Sarajevo, 4/18. Presidential Suite. 9pm. Come alone. ...Nearly a year after Steve and Tony's fallout—and only weeks after press rumors that Tony and Pepper's engagement was inexplicably called off—Steve gets a message on the dedicated burner phone. Despite his instinctive reservations, he's compelled to answer the mysterious call. An approximately canon-compliant story.

the hope that kills you by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, 1,227 words)

Summary: Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldn’t possibly cover and whispers in his ear, “Who’s gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?”

live for the hope of it all by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,880 words)

Note: This is a sequel to the hope that kills you

Summary: “You can keep me here, can’t you?” Steve asks a little desperately as Tony kneels over him, spreading himself out all the better for Tony to take. He must have really hated his cell on the Raft, Tony thinks before he loses himself in Steve’s body, and for a little while, everything is the same as it has been for the past six months. It’s only after, in the dark and quiet of his own bedroom with Steve sprawled sleepy and heavy across his chest that Tony realises— This is their cell now.

The Phone by AvengersNewB (@avengersnewb) (Mature, 9,039 words)

Summary: Tony hates the flip phone Steve sends him, but he keeps it close at all times, and it never rings until it finally does and the news might help put things into perspective - Captain America : Civil War fix-it. or The phone can't take the place of your smile. [podfic added as chapter 2]

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, 18,305 words)

Summary: Steve is trapped in a dream machine, programmed to make him believe he's living his happiest fantasy. Tony goes inside to wake him up, but what he finds is a lot more complicated than he expected.

there's nothing but blue skies by Meatball42 (Mature, Major Character Death, 647 words)

Summary: “This isn’t good,” Steve said grimly.

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"If they're sleeping here, some of them are gonna have to double up..." "Yeah... that's not gonna sell."

'There Was Only One Bed' Stony AoU manip for through fire below, and fire above, and fire within by @fohatic

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My daughter is 13 now and still very invested in my presence at every single performance that she does (which frankly are over 10 times a year). When she was 10 and had a small performance at the local mall, I found her at brinks of tears when I arrived a couple of minutes late, even though the program was not started yet.

They care.

Show up.

It’s just that simple.

my parents never came to anything I did.

I have so many memories about this, but one in particular: when I was away at camp with 89 other teenagers, and at the one-month mark the post was collected distributed to all the dorms. 89 other children tore open their boxes and, shovelling handfuls of sweets their parents had sent them into their mouths, read pages-long letters and handed around photos of their brothers and sisters.

I didn't. I didn't get anything, I sat on my empty bed watching them. The teachers had to call my parents and ask if perhaps the post had gone missing...? but my parents were surprised they were required to interact with me while I was away.

Well, today, my 3-year-old daughter had a fun-run. The childcare centre invited parents to come but stressed that if we weren't able to, it was alright. There was no fucking way I wasn't going. My daughter wasn't going to be the only child there without a parent watching.

I got time off work and stood there in the beating sun and plastered in greasy sunscreen waiting to see my little girl emerge from inside the centre and stand on the track.

When she did, her little eyes searched through the crowd person-by-person for me, and absolutely lit up like the sun when she spotted me.

Mine filled with tears as I waved at her and cheered.

I'm breaking the cycle.