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I thought this was going to have a flying goat in it. I was disappointed.

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Three things came to mind here... 1.) Doing exercises everyday for a week greatly increases the chances of your head turning into a random predator animal. Unless you’re a ‘Rabbit’, then you’ve got to make it yourself. With a shirt, a pair of socks and the odd buttons that everyone has in a spare drawer of their home. 2.) What? 3.) Where’s Thursday, Friday and the weekend? Are they rest days? are they only revealed after a subscription to Furry Fitness? 2.) What?

Tumblr is sponsoring furries now

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You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you

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Download this free brushset here!

Contributions greatly appreciated but not necessary! Can’t wait to see what everyone creates with these. Please open the “README” txt document first for full install instructions and a link to the video downloads. 

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please let my latest job go well *Fingers crossed*

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Has anyone noticed that he’s completed this delightful ensemble with COWBOY BOOTS?

A + X 17

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I’m not an expert but I like hands a lot so hopefully some of this was helpful!

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A part of me is like, they’re going to outlive us all. They INVENTED social isolation fools. They’re gonna be all:

“You called us meek...

...who’s inheriting the earth now huh?”

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I keep thinking of blades of glory, but this just looks RIGHT. Good sales please!

Two years?! I’m in!

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I am reblogging the ShiZZ out fo this for Dissertation help. Fic can wait, I’ve gotDEADLLINESSSSS

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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After the Battle

I had trouble processing after the film obviously. This is for me, and for others that need an ‘out-fic’, in the hopes it may salvage some sanity.

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Words: 1000-ish    Parts: 1/? (pending)   Characters: Avengers 

General - No Pairings!

“It can’t end like this. There has to be something we can do.”

The words escape Steve before he can hold them back, but it’s what everyone is thinking. Watching Tony as he fades, as the strangely acrid, yet ethereal scent of burnt flesh hangs heavily over them. The crinkling of the alloys of his damaged armor are almost lost in the gasping echoes of both joy and grief in the air. The Avengers, new and old, hold their breath for a moment, waiting for an answer no one has.

“Those portals brought us from all over the universe?” Shuri begins, unsure, but unwilling to stop trying, to stop thinking of a way out.

Steve nods grimly. Tony would do the same.

It’s why they’re all here after all. Because none of them move on. Not when there was a chance.

“We could bring him to Wakanda, there’s-“

“-Do it.” The order comes from more than one voice, but it is Strange himself who steps forward, uncharacteristically uncertain when he goes to speak, and yet holds his council. Unlike the words that have escaped him, his hands are steady and swift as he conjures the doorway. Steve and Thor step forward, the latter nodding at Pepper as he stoops to pick up his fallen comrade.

Tony gasps at the motion. His skin is pale and, like Bruce before him, is branded with the marks of the stones.

“He’s still with us. Quickly!”

They move as one though the portal, Shuri first, leading the way, followed by Steve and Thor holding their friend carefully, as though he were made of glass a mere breath could shatter. Rhodes grasps both Pepper and Peter, hauling them up and through where grief has numbed limbs.

The others stare at the frame of sparks where the group have disappeared. It’s Sam who steps forward and looks questioningly at the Sorcerer.

“Will he…” He trails off. All want to know, but suddenly the question seems like a jinx. To speak the words would make them real. As though sensing the distress, Dr. Strange turns his head and inclines it towards the remainders of the old guard, who in turn look up to meet his gaze dead on.

“You know…I never looked that far ahead.” He seems shocked at himself. As though it hadn’t occurred to him that of the numerous possibilities he’d witnessed, looking beyond the ash and dust, the fallen and the survivors had been just as important as confirming the victor of the battle itself.

He turns to T’challa, who shakes his head. The King still has business to attend to on the remains of the battlefield. His people, and others, will need guidance. Valkyrie steps towards him, sheathing her sword and surveying those around them. Dr. Strange nods, and steps through the portal, flicking it closed with a flourish of his hands and a crackle of light.

In the silence that follows, warriors, soldiers and mages alike seem at a loose end, unable to move in case the merest whisper betray the events that had just concluded to be just another desperate dream.

Wanda breaks the stillness. Her first step softly breaking the silence. Collectively a great breath is let out. Armour creaks. Metal hisses as weapons are checked over, while others are sheathed. The dust moves and settles, a reminder of what was lost, and now gained, the cost yet untallied.

“Avengers.” T’challa’s voice rings out clearly. Heads turn towards him, some look up from the ground, others turn down from the sky, but all turn to the call.

“Let us tend to the wounded and gather our dead.”

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Pepper fiddles with the gauntlet.

The stones have long since been removed, and it’s almost as though the metal she holds in her hands is just another upgrade in a long line of improvements.

Check it out Pep! This will make stabilising so much easier for you. All it needs is a lick of paint, what do you say?

A voice so clear echoes in the back of her mind that she feels the twinge in her neck as she snaps it to stare at the silent form of her husband on the bed, expecting to see him smiling at her with that cheeky grin.

She clutches the gauntlet tightly.

It’s a reminder. She’s going to show it to him, just like that first reactor.

Put it on a stand, enshrine it…

…proof that Tony Stark is a Good Man.

Because despite all of this, when he wakes up-when, not if, when he wakes up, he’s not going to believe it. Even after she tells him over and over. Even when the people, the heroes he used to measure himself against tell him so, he’ll deny it. He’ll mumble and make excuses. He’ll laugh it off.

She can see it in her minds eye, him shaking his head, self-depreciation on his face as he tells her it was Cap, it was Thor, Bruce, Clint, Wanda, Scott, Vision, Peter and…and Natasha.

A light tap at the door startles her out of he thoughts, and she clutches the gauntlet to herself protectively. The door opens and Steve just looks at her, seeking permission. She nods and he enters quietly, closing the door slowly and goes to take the seat next to her.

Despite Wakanda’s advancements in its sleek and oft compact technology, Tony is surrounded by machinery. A part of her thinks it’s fitting. He’d be fascinated right now, if he were awake. He’d be poking and prodding at everything-

“If he were awake, he’d be dissecting all this and putting it back together.” Steve observes fondly, even as worry mars his brow. Pepper can’t help but snort a little. Yes. Tony would be doing exactly that.

Moments pass slowly, with the machines offering no sound to measure the passing of time.

It’s unnerving. Pepper is used to there being a constant hum of electricity around tony, be it the armor, his lab, the engines of the old cars he keeps in the barn of that old farm he’d really bought for the two of them to escape to.

Steve watches the rise and fall of Tony’s chest thoughtfully before he offers a murmured-

“-he put us back together.”

Pepper smiles quietly.

“Well, he’s always been good at fixing things.”

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Goo buddah buddy go be free!

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I’m looking for some good things for my horse. I know it’s odd to ask this, but she’s an old girl who’s had a bad evening :(

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

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Can I have some fundage please, gonna need me a good christmas woooooohoooooo

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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It’s only 3:22pm...I’ve got- shit it just turned 3:23pm, okay. Um...

Okay. Shit. I’ve got nothing.

do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing 

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Yondu, Kraglin and kid Peter. I’m DOOMED.

You are trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen. Who is it?

Reblog with who you get stuck with~