OneMuseLeft

By metaphorical I mean 'Get your coat.'

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finduilas-faelivrin:

Legolas and Gimli depart by TurnerMohan

"We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it. But it is said that Gimli went also out of desire to see again the beauty of Galadriel; and it may be that she, being mighty among the Eldar, obtained this grace for him. More cannot be said of this matter."  
—The Return of the King, Appendix A


aaaaah, this is so well done. Could easily go in my John Howe illustrated edition of LOTR. Also: SNF.

mcvices:

finduilas-faelivrin:

Legolas and Gimli depart by TurnerMohan

"We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it. But it is said that Gimli went also out of desire to see again the beauty of Galadriel; and it may be that she, being mighty among the Eldar, obtained this grace for him. More cannot be said of this matter."  

—The Return of the King, Appendix A

aaaaah, this is so well done. Could easily go in my John Howe illustrated edition of LOTR. Also: SNF.

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In the 80s, there’s this weird mention of Arno by Arno’s creepy psychopathic descendant in terrible Iron Man knockoff armor while Tony and Doom are in future!Camelot, and he refers to Arno as Tony’s ‘relative,’ but that’s ambiguous.

I remember you posting that! Someone must have been reading back issues and had a plot-bunny, I cannot think of any other reason why they’d use the name “Arno” if nothing else.

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I’m never gonna say no to an MA fic :D alternately, you could throw continuity to the wind and ignore the incursions altogether.

I’m probably going to do it MA. I have the rough idea of a plot (basically that ‘Arno’ shows up claiming to be Howard and Maria’s biological son and tries to use that to claim Tony’s inheritance, including SI and the Avengers Mansion) Also there may be some kidnapping drama. But that’s all I have so far.

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I kind of want to write something with Tony confiding in Steve that he’s just found out he’s adopted but I don’t want to deal with the incursions and all of that. I may just say fuck it and write an MA or MCU au where this happens.

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Our heads hang in shame when we hear about rapes. Why can’t we prevent this? When a daughter steps out, parents demand to know where she’s going. But when a son returns home, does anyone dare ask where he is coming from? He might have been with the wrong people, doing wrong things. After all, a person raping is someone’s son. Why don’t parents apply the same yardstick of good behaviour for their sons as for their daughters?
Narendra Modi, the prime minister of India, used his first Independence Day speech to call on parents to take responsibility for the actions of their sons, saying the country is shamed by sexual violence.  (via guardian)

(Source: theguardian.com, via snoozingcat)

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Anonymous asked: If youre taking prompts: stevetony + secret relationship? Either way love your writing, looking fwd to next chapter of flux!

musicalluna:

It’s Tony who suggests they keep it quiet.

They’re lying in Steve’s bed because when he’d finally decided to hell with it, he’d felt more comfortable being somewhere familiar his first time. It made him feel more like they were on even ground.

As it turned out, he didn’t really need to worry about that because merely being Steve Rogers seemed to short out something in Tony’s brain. He’d been just as fumbling and nervous as Steve had. There had been a little awkwardness, a lot of laughter, and then a hearty helping of pure pleasure.

I’m not ashamed of you,” Tony goes on to explain, chin propped in the corner of his elbow and his fingers drawing idle equations on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve laughs at the very idea of that.

And it’s not that I don’t want everyone in the universe to know that I was the lucky man who got to chaperone Captain America’s first ride at the rodeo—”

Chaperone? Ugh, Tony.”

Tony grins and flicks Steve’s nipple with his thumb. “Look, I just want you to be able to enjoy things for awhile before other people start shoving their opinions down your throat. You should get that chance. God knows I never did.”

I don’t care what anyone says,” Steve tells him and lifts his head so that he can press a kiss to the ticklish spot near the hook of Tony’s jaw that makes him grin stupidly and pull his neck in like a turtle. “But if you want to hold off, that’s fine with me.”

Cool,” Tony says, and then they’re kissing again.

-

Steve tries not to change his habits where Tony is concerned—he tries not to seek him out when he wouldn’t have before, to sit too close, or talk too much—but he can’t really remember what he did before, so he just goes with it.

Tony is his best friend, if anyone asks.

Tony seems entirely the same, except whenever they’re alone for two seconds, his hands invariably find themselves on Steve’s body. He hooks his fingers in Steve’s pants after a briefing when the room has emptied out and he presses a kiss to the back of his neck; when he wanders into the kitchen at 2 AM and finds Steve sitting with a cup of cocoa, he curls a hand around his neck and kisses his mouth; during movie night, he tucks his toes under Steve’s thigh and kisses his shoulders when they go to the kitchen to bring back snacks for the group.

Steve is deliriously happy.

It’s like a game, meeting each other in the halls and kissing until they’re both breathless, then darting apart and hurrying in opposite directions at the sound of approaching footsteps.

They’re more careful in public, but Steve finds himself staring at his phone and smiling more often than he used to.

Apparently he’s doing that a lot more in general—smiling that is.

That is one thing people notice.

They ask him who the lucky girl is and Steve just shakes his head. “It’s rude to assume it’s a lady, isn’t it?”

Ha, called it!” Clint crows at Natasha and she pouts for the rest of the meal.

Maybe we just make him sooo happy,” Tony says, around a mouthful of submarine sandwich.

Steve covers his grin with a fist pressed into his cheek and his face tilted toward the table.

-

Sneaking around is fun.

Tony loves the exclusivity of it. Keeping it from their friends and the press and even Fury means that Steve is all his. At least, when they’re alone anyway.

He likes the way he aches for Steve when he’s not around. Hell, even when he is around, but Sam’s sitting at the table talking about the perfect parfait or something. Tony sneaks glances at Steve and reaches out under the table with a foot to nudge Steve’s. He loves the way Steve’s mouth twitches in a smile before he schools his expression and nudges back. Sometimes they just kick back and forth, playful and aimless, and other times, one of them slides a foot up further, nudging between their knees and teasing at their inner thighs until they’re both ready to lose it.

Tony will excuse himself to go down to the lab and when Steve’s held out as long as he can, he’ll make his way down, too. Then they make out on the couch in the corner like teenagers, or, on one memorable occasion, swap orgasms in the back behind the piles of scrap DUM-E likes to collect.

Steve really doesn’t seem to mind the sneaking around either, which Tony hadn’t called. He’d expected Steve to protest because lying or whatever, but he seems to enjoy it as much as Tony does.

The occasional blind surprise date Natasha sets Steve up on throws a wrench in the works, at least until Steve gets home and kisses Tony jealousy- and sense-free. They fall into bed and spend three hours laughing about how terribly the date had gone.

-

It stops being fun when Tony realizes how hard he’s fallen.

He hadn’t expected this. Steve is amazing, he’s always known that, and he’d gone into the relationship realizing that he’d been harboring some strong feelings, but he hadn’t really expected them to last. And he’s only the second person Steve’s ever had feelings for. That didn’t add up to a happy ending.

So he’d expected it to peter out after awhile. Someone new would catch Steve’s eye and Tony would grow restless and they’d part ways friends, but no more.

Except the exact opposite seems to have happened. Tony just wants Steve more. He wants to be around him all the time, to get his opinion on everything, to argue with him at four AM about politics and to sit in the park with him on Tuesday afternoons and to wake up and pull on one of his shirts.

He doesn’t want Steve part-time anymore.

He taps at the arc reactor, and then reaches down to flick at the keys hanging out of the ignition in the Mustang the two of them are currently sitting in, six stories up from the ground. The hood is popped and Tony can see Steve looking at him in the reflection of the cherry red metal. His hand closes over the keys, stops them from swinging.

What’s bugging you, sweetheart?”

Tony’s breath sticks in his throat. Steve hardly ever uses endearments. Tony’s fingers curl into fists on his thighs and then loosen and tighten, over and over.

Tony?” he says, low and concerned.

Tony has to tell him. Maybe he’s all-in to Steve’s minimum bet, but Steve deserves to know. He swallows and his tongue catches on the roof of his desert-dry mouth.

Beside him, Steve shifts, the leather scraping under his jeans.

Steve,” he croaks, and his voice is shaking, just a little. He forces himself to look up, into Steve’s eyes. “I don’t want to hide this anymore.”

He makes a weak gesture between the two of them.

Steve stares at him a moment longer, then he’s reaching over Tony to the seat controls, sliding it back as far as it will go. “Yeah,” he breathes into Tony’s ear as he climbs over the gearshift to straddle him and Tony’s breath leaves him in a rush. “Me neither.”

They both leave hickeys, dark, wine-red starbursts on each of their necks and when they go up for dinner, their hands stay clasped tight together.

Tony wears Steve’s shirt and he grins like a fool through it all.

thank you so much, i hope you enjoy!!!!

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jackslenderman:

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dduane:

lettersfromtitan:

counteragentfilms:

jackslenderman:

WaterBOB 100gal bathtub water jug.


In an emergency with water shortages people are told to fill their bathtubs to have water on hand. but most bathtubs are not clean in an emergency, and the water will evaporate when left open to the air over time.

WaterBOB solves those problems! Holds 100gal of water, fits any bathtub, and has a hand pump to pump out water as you need without wasting any. Keeps the water clean and fresh, FDA approved material and BPA free. Costs less than 20$ and available on amazon.

Bought two when was in my doomsday prepper phase

This is brilliant.

What a smart idea!

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