#transistorized

[darkcupcaketimetravel]

Hello 👋

[irradixnce]

@transistorized from NICK. Just because...

"Hey, Tony. Guess who has one thumb and needs some quick repairs?"

Of course, he's pointing his thumb(s) at his face. The metal one was just.. gone, as was the pointer.

"This guy."

[mastcrmarksman]

AVENGERS #146

Context: Steve is in the hospital, the Avengers get poisoned by coffee. ( as promised here you go @transistorized ; only you should be able to reblog this )

Clint's dropped cookies line in the 5th shared panel should go down in infamy. Clint, I don't think having a sensitive and weak stomach is a brag.

[biitchcakes]

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 ┃ @transistorized

It's rare for Jess to be outside the cityscapes of New York, to find herself amongst the state's luscious, often underappreciated greenery. It's even rarer to be out in it with Tony Stark. So rare, in fact, she can think of a whole ZERO times it's happened. Yet, here she stands with him now ⸺⸺ cradling a gathered bunch of her thematic dress to keep it from dragging through the mud and puddles from earlier that morning, currently craning her neck to gesture towards a food stand advertising GIANT TURKEY LEGS.

Seconds later, she's on the move for one.

❝ I'm making a PIT STOP. Don't worry, I'm sure I can scarf down the whole thing in time to see that fella with the flaming whips. ❞ Jessica's silky costume falls from her hands as she uses them to mime a whip ⸺⸺ complete with her own cracking HWA-TSH sounds.

She then STUMBLES over the sudden intrusion of fabric at her feet.

Though, she's also quick to catch herself from completely tumbling forward. Outstretched arms used to balance then run along the front of her outfit, smoothing out any wrinkles, mostly using it as an excuse to regain her COMPOSURE. ❝ You didn't see that. ❞ She's pointedly not looking over at Tony, face tilted slightly toward the sky. ❝ And if think you did, YOU DIDN'T. ❞

[wintersmoldr]

just jotting this down so i have it all collected somewhere

model 3 is hot pants

model 8/silver centurion is silver bullet

model 15 is spikey

model 25 is thigh-highs

model 30/extremis is toes

model 34 is romeo

model 37/bleeding edge is hunka-hunka burnin’ love

model 42 is bumble bee

model 43/stealth armor is mib

model 50/endosym is pretty boy

model 51/model prime is big red

[felinoir]

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝚃  𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂  —  there  had  not  been  a  security  system  invented  yet  to  keep  her  out  (  for  long  )  and  an  ordinary,  hapless  doorman  would  never  stand  a  chance.  That’s  how  she  found  herself  at  the  black  tie  soiree  attended  by  the  well-heeled  of  New  York  society,  brushing  elbows  with  hedge  fund  fat  cats,  silver-tongued  politicians,  and  socialites  (bluebloods  and  new  money  alike).  It’s  easy  pickings  for  the  Cat,  with  bracelets,  watches,  cufflinks,  several  necklaces,  and  even  a  pair  of  impressive  diamond  solitaire  earrings  finding  their  way  into  the  lining  of  her  clutch. 

“Now  what’s  a  benevolent  tech-oligarch  like  you  doin’  in  a  stuffy  place  like  this?”  Felicia  is  presumptuous,  all  self-assured  feline  arrogance,  as  she  loops  her  arm  with  Stark’s  —  performing  friendly  familiarity  even  as  she’s  attaching  an  illicitly  obtained,  garishly  extravagant  watch  to  his  wrist.  Snowy  head  tilted  back  and  lips  twisted  into  a  mischievous  grin,  the  thief  dropped  her  untouched  glass  of  champagne  on  to  a  passing  server’s  tray.

She  was  a  person  of  questionable  character,  not  a  total  monster,  after  all. 

“Oh,  and  you’re  welcome  by  the  way  —  if  it  weren’t  for  me,  you’d  have  to  deal  with  what’s-his-name?  Hammer?  Muskrat?  They  all  blur  together  after  a  while.”

@transistorized wanted a starter.

[spartax-prince]

@transistorized being the absolute worst wingman of all time.

[onlylmd]

" ya know... "

after far too many seconds of tapping his fingers against the table, fury finally lifted his hand and leaned back in his seat. any tenseness in his posture loosening then promptly disappearing with the colonel's long sigh.

" fightin' ain't gonna help either of us, not now'er in the future. i think ya agree, stark. " one shrug, and fury was raising his brow whilst he reached down into a coat pocket to pull out a cigar--he'd be damned if he didn't have at least one on him--and held it loosely in his hand, almost gesturing with it.

" i'd rather us work together, yeah? not so much at each other's throats. "

@transistorized // liked for a starter !

[nonempyreal]

don't worry, i learned my lesson. it was a shit show.

Haven's sure there's a VEIN popping out from her forehead with how hard she's straining to hold back an 'I told you so', like a dam holding back several million gallons of water held together with thoughts and PRAYERS and the intense need not to come across as an insufferable nag.

Sometimes it's best just to let people make their own mistakes. Even as much as it PAINS her not to be listened to.

It takes a conscious effort to EASE the death grip she'd had on the (almost comically) oversized water bottle in her hands - seriously, who needs one hundred and twenty-eight ounces of water at any given time? - and another moment to check to see if her sudden increase in palm sweat had SLOUGHED any of her stickers off of it.

"DID it, uh... Was it at least a character-building experience?"

[resilientboss]

@transistorized - 💏  to  softly  kiss  my  muse's  forehead. @ pepper (probably accompanied by something smartassed)

It is not of her own volition that her chair is spun around, ripping her hands away from the keyboard. The looming invader of her office leans down to commit further offense as slightly chapped lips press to her forehead. Green eyes narrow, her nose scrunches up every so slightly as she glares at him. She turns back around and reaches for a small blue cylinder in her desk drawer.

❝ You need chapstick. ❞ She presents a medicated chapstick to him, choosing for the moment to ignore the flurry of words he had thrown at her. ❝ You absolutely will NOT or so help me you're in the dog house! ❞

[blightoath]

@transistorized: i think it’s working. i feel almost human. send memes

"Oh, the human feels more human?" The joke comes automatically. It's the nerves, he knows--Tony took a hard fall. Head wounds always bled a lot, but this was a bit beyond his own ability to treat in the field. At least he was talking now. That was hopefully going to be better.

"Are we feeling more 'conquering an ancient elven ruin' human or 'inventing new types of problems' kind of human. I'm hoping to warn everyone before you're back to full human."

[wintersmoldr]

i’m only poking my head in long enough to say that bucky, kate (@purplearchcr), nat (@shespy), and tony (@transistorized) definitely all go dancing on the reg and the best thing about it is that they all have someone to dance with the whole night. they usually do something less clubby and more swing, for the fun of it, and since it’s new york, they’ve got options. they always end the night with sore feet and ice cream

[mastcrmarksman]

[ starter call ] - @transistorized okay now wholesome and/or serious

There's a stack of printouts on the coffee table, two dangerously emptied coffee cups. Someone had to go fix that, but it wasn't going to be him yet. He shuffles though the print outs, dates and venues, information to organize of performers who've already agreed to this one night only Hawkeye Returns to the Big Top fundraiser. Just as like he did them back in the west.

❝ Seriously, man- ❞ It's not a total tonal shift from talking the logistics, the numbers end and networking with the charities that Tony has been assisting on. It's good for the Avengers or any of them to do this, put their foot forward and do more than emergency response. ❝ Thanks for helping out, and I think we have our Ringmaster on one condition- ❞

[magistheir]

@transistorized: you said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. this is more like knee-high.

“Oh my apologies for not thoroughly accounting for how leggy you are, Inquisitor. What are you, inseam thirty-four and a quarter inch?” Magic flies from Dorian’s staff, freezing the oncoming Templar in his tracks. It’ll only hold a moment, but that’s all the time The Iron Bull needs—with a powerful swing, the man shattered into a hundred tiny pieces.

When that thawed later, it would be a disgusting mess. Right now, frozen solid, there was something a little artistic about the glittering pieces catching and reflecting sunlight.

His stomach churned.

“You need a visit to the tailor anyway. Josephine is arranging yet another reception next week. I can’t remember what for, but I believe it’s with more Chantry folk as she asked I refrain from saying ‘that other Divine’ so casually again.”

[wittyrogue]

@transistorized said: ‘ jail’s not so bad. three square meals. and i guess i do respond well to structure. ’

"You and I have been to very different prisons." If it weren't for all his training in keeping his composure, he was sure his anxiety would be apparent. Even now, the levity was mostly gone from his voice, and his eyes flicked around quite a bit in trying to find weak points in the bars.

Granted, it didn't much matter--the guards failed to pat him down thoroughly. Slipping free a set of lockpicks, Zevran held them up so they glinted in the low light. "Now, you can stay here if you so desire for your meals and structure, but I believe I am going to get out so I might spread my wings once more."

[spartax-prince]

"Hey, here's a fun idea that I just thought about, unprompted: the next time someone, let's… randomly pick Stark, insinuates or lightly ponders that I might've borrowed something of theirs? Play dumb. Play ignorant. You're so good at both of those things a consistent majority of the time, I'd hate to wonder why you'd ever stop on my account! Does that sound doable, Petey?" - @definitelynotaraccoon

ㅤThe bathroom door in the main cabin of the Milano slid open, allowing Rocket to intrude on the outlaw who was currently brushing his teeth. From the corner of his eye, Peter watched his co-pilot nudge his leg to get his attention. Continuing the motions of his morning routine, the brush in his mouth kept moving while Rocket updated him on his latest endeavor. Ocean blue eyes narrowed downwards to the fellow guardian at the mention of their friend, Tony Stark.

ㅤPeter wasn't shocked in the slightest that Rocket already had borrowed something from the Avenger. In fact, he wondered what took him so long. Star-lord twisted his body to the sink and spat his galactic mint toothpaste foam down the drain. Screwing the cap on the toothpaste container, he wondered if Tony already noticed that whatever Rocket took was missing.

ㅤ"I appreciate the compliment, even if it was backhanded." Star-Lord began, placing his toothbrush back into the shared cup of dental supplies.

ㅤ"Eh, The 𝐭𝐢𝐧-𝐦𝐚𝐧 will be just fine. I already took some of his gizmos while I was in his workshop anyway."