derpollo-justice:

aquaticwonder:

Are you a piece of art because I’d like to nail you up against a wall

Damn

Nailed it.

notch-memo:

All that we have, all that we had.

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proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing! proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing!

proud-to-be-a-freak:

New sexual orientation: Hot people in bathtubs…

I told you guys the bath tub thing is a thing!

(Source: scythelliot)

gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him. 
gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him. 

gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.

( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.

Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 

Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 

In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 

"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 

"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 

It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.

Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”

Steve beams at him. 

Well okay today was near perfect I restate the fact. Today was great except for my anxiety attack halfway through but other then that it was perfect.

Just a picture of my full outfit from wondercon today! I went with Ray and the twins. It was greatttt ahhhhh 
I am happy with how this day has turned out. 

Not to mention I ran into this one guy and made eye contact with him, so I just went ‘you sir, are lovely.’ And he started to flirt with me and was like ‘well not as lovely as you are.’ So being typical me (for all those who personally know me, you’ll agree with me) I ended with ‘damn straight’ and winked and then took off. 

Well guess what he tracked me down and handed me a business card. Well shit. Let’s hope he doesn’t find me on tumblr. Just a picture of my full outfit from wondercon today! I went with Ray and the twins. It was greatttt ahhhhh 
I am happy with how this day has turned out. 

Not to mention I ran into this one guy and made eye contact with him, so I just went ‘you sir, are lovely.’ And he started to flirt with me and was like ‘well not as lovely as you are.’ So being typical me (for all those who personally know me, you’ll agree with me) I ended with ‘damn straight’ and winked and then took off. 

Well guess what he tracked me down and handed me a business card. Well shit. Let’s hope he doesn’t find me on tumblr.

Just a picture of my full outfit from wondercon today! I went with Ray and the twins. It was greatttt ahhhhh
I am happy with how this day has turned out.

Not to mention I ran into this one guy and made eye contact with him, so I just went ‘you sir, are lovely.’ And he started to flirt with me and was like ‘well not as lovely as you are.’ So being typical me (for all those who personally know me, you’ll agree with me) I ended with ‘damn straight’ and winked and then took off.

Well guess what he tracked me down and handed me a business card. Well shit. Let’s hope he doesn’t find me on tumblr.

kaciart:

chyldea:

comfort

———————-

a.k.a Steve is a space heater.

OMG Chylllll this is sooo pretty. I just love the warm colours. It’s like sunlightttt.

And poor Bucky babyyyyyy.

Ahhh

thems-the-8reaks:

if pokemon were real don’t you think catching legendaries would be highly illegal

that would be like coming home with jesus in a ball