mamonjamon:

outlaw-monarch:

Might be avoiding tumblr for a day or so, because I haven’t seen the new Who episode, and even if it is going to piss me off, I’d rather find out WHY on my own.

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That and reading about the possible? (actual?) yahoo acquisition is actually causing my stress levels to go up thinking about where’d I go if this place got unbearable and choked with ads or tight with scrutiny of the users. I always wondered how this site was staying open, since it’s free and there aren’t really ads, and the thought gave me some concerns, but this is possibly a truly unpleasant turn for events to take.

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Yeah, that ending is pretty mind-blowing,

You might want to keep your horses in check for the wild ride you’ll be getting.

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YOU DON’T EVEN WATCH


AHAHAHA

But, I’ve seen it now.

I’d say “I’m good, I’ve seen it now” but you know

I’VE SEEN IT NOW.

So being good isn’t an opti-

mother-fucking-avengers:

renner-stretch:

“That’s the guy my dad never shut up about? I’m wondering if they shouldn’t have kept him on ice.”

#I never really looked at Tony’s face after #he looks so… let down #Howard probably talked about Steve so much when Tony was growing up #on the rare ocassions tony and howard actually talked #and you know the problem with meeting an idol #they never turn out to be the person you thought they were [x]

everything about that tag made me cry

…Howard didn’t just “talk about” Captain America though- he spent time looking for him. He actually set aside time from running his company and working on his projects and dealing with all the social aspects of being a “man in his position” to search for Steve. (Even if it was only time enough to think about it or approve decisions being made about the search that still means he was devoting significant amounts of attention to Steve.)

And there’s Tony.  Tony who fully admits in IM2 that his father was cold to him- that he never made time for him. But- oh- he had time for a dead superhero. One that most people probably thought was dead, anyway. What does that do to a kid? To know that their parent would rather chase ghosts than spend time with them? That a game of catch is out of the question, but time can always be made to search for the corpse of guy Dad used to be friends with.

And why? Because Howard admired Cap- respected him- liked him. And helped make him. Howard felt partially responsible for Steve and his fate. He cared. And whether out of guilt for the sacrifice Steve made, or because he genuinely just missed him, or because he just respected him that much- he kept looking. And he kept talking about it.

I want to scream and cry through most of Tony and Steve’s early interactions in Avengers, because poor Steve just has no comprehension, no idea of what’s going on. He sees Tony as just another posturing arrogant rich guy with a smart mouth- as a disrespectful or sneaky coward who’s full of himself. Or as another soldier in this battle. He doesn’t know.

But Steve Rogers is the ghost in Tony and Howard’s relationship. Steve is worthy of care and respect- Howard made that painfully clear by his constant attention. Steve is what Tony can never live up to, what Howard cared about so much- and he wasn’t even there for Tony to try and do better than. Tony could never BE Cap- but it’s even more impossible fighting someone’s rosy memories of a dead person than fighting the actual person.

And somewhere in younger Tony’s mind, Cap was probably always the ideal, because that’s the man his father admired. Tony never got Howard’s approval while he was alive, and he never felt like he got his love either. It;s nice and all to get a video that says “you were my greatest creation” but damn don’t actions speak louder than words?

And which creation, really, did Howard spend a disproportionate amount of time and attention on? I’ll give you a hint- not Tony. Even though he was right there.

So here he is, Steve Rogers, the prodigal creation. The guy who was so great that he stole more of Dad’s attention, without even breathing. And maybe Tony never got his father’s respect, and maybe he’s spent most of his life in a complicated love/hate relationship with the idealized ghost of Cap’s greatness and Steve Rogers goodness in his father’s eyes…but damn. Damn. Tony’d deny it but deep down? Maybe he can impress the man his father was impressed with, and wouldn’t that be something? Wouldn’t that be great?

But no.

Because here’s something that should feel all too familiar- a disapproving look and an order to shape up and fly right. And he may want to cry, but he also hates himself for wanting approval in the first place. And somewhere, deep down past the disappointment, some part of Tony is saying “No wonder he liked him. In every way that counts, they’re exactly the same. And I was a fool. and I shouldn’t have expected any different.”

(via samrgarrett)

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

(via youcrashquims)

do-you-have-a-flag:

…I get the distinct impression I am better NOT knowing what you are talking about. ::paddles away in Gollum’s boat::

most definitely

ehe…aren’t we all. I served my time in the fandom wars back in the days when ROSWELL was the word of the day, and Buffy was current.

twin-trouble:

thetrainticket:

Angst angst angst

Yeah I don’t really have the time/energy to fully flesh out this idea, plus I kinda like it as just a pencil sketch…

SOBBING

(via yololothbrok)

rosetyler-bad-wolf:

bow-ties-fezzes-and-stetsons:

lastlordoftime:

Do you all realize that we’ll have to say goodbye to Ten AGAIN after the 50th anniversary? 

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And that we´ll have to see how the doctor says goodbye to Rose AGAIN.

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…what if he doesn’t get to see her at all?

(via loki-dtothe-nthpower)

jennnalouisecoleman:

allmymetaphors:

when van gogh was out painting in a field some kids shot him by mistake while they were playing with their dad’s shotgun but he told everyone he shot himself so they wouldn’t get in trouble and then he DIED and for a long time everyone thought it was suicide but it wasn’t a suicide he was just trying to help the kids that’s the saddest thing in the world im gonna throw up 

oh my god 

It’s not necessarily true, but it really looks that way and..I…wow. Wow. (READ FROM THE THE LINK. I…omg.)

(via somethingaboutaredsweater)

Foreshadowing Spikes Death - Requested by Hydesbride

(via sheisplentytoughthankyouverymuch)

jesusfreakinglucifer:

i think everyone has that one phrase that we all use ironically but then after a while it just becomes completely unironic like i used hot diggity once as a joke and now i say it all the time im telling you ironic phrases are like gateway drugs to being openly mocked 

(via instant-archrival)

rufftoon:

Intermezzo H. (Part 1)

I’ve never really had the opportunity to work with big, heavy dark shapes (very very rare in everyday work).

Though not quite satisfied with these pages, I am happy I did this exercise. Practice, practice, practice!

As a side note: I will always keep divided Book Pitch and Movie Pitch’s past.  I worked over a year with these characters before the books came out. They evolved differently in my head. 

That being said, I do love the books and can’t wait to see where the author will take us.

Part 2 here: http://rufftoon.tumblr.com/post/46811110041/intermezzo-h-part-2-ive-always-loved-the

(via do-you-have-a-flag)

teacupsandcyanide:

Shrapnel Heart
[download here]
 Original song. It’s not intended to be a fandom song but there are a lot of intentional parallels with Tony Stark. It also references a part of a poem:

I don’t know the size
of the scar inside my father
or how a chain link fence
must have begun to rust
around his heart.
“Skin”, Kevin A. Gonzales 

They gave me strings of genomes I’m their one collaboration
I know they’re both so proud of me, their robotic creation
They always taught me not to cry, a lesson taught by unsympathetic eyes
Don’t ever trust a soul, they said, and don’t forget that love is dead
The term lovechild is so romanticised

A heart cut up with shrapnel words and verbal spurs that echo back from childhood
A meaningless repeated phrase, a heartless heart with heartless ways all hollow wood
There’s only so much blood here left to lose

Cling now to your broken mask
Your pokerface should not betray your fear
Hold onto to your cracked facade
And play the game, oh shrapnel heart
The ones you love will only hurt you here
Don’t believe a single word they say

She taught me how to hate him, so wrapped up in her hurt
He taught me how to hate myself, so wrapped up in his work
The iron chain around their hearts exploded and put shrapnel into mine
Weapons made by hands that fed me, branded by the names that bred me
Iron shrapnel hearts can work just fine

Lightening stains all through your veins, the electric orchestra will play your movie theme
Put up iron armour so the harder words can’t hit you where you keep your dreams
There’s only so much love here left to lose

Hearts are not born hollowed out
I learned to think I had no heart
Parents teach you all you know
And mine did teach me from the start
And somewhere at some point in time
My shrapnel heart became my one lifeline

My heart contracts and then reacts it powers up my armour from inside my chest
You can’t hurt things that have no heart, I’d rather fly than fall apart
My weakness has become my strength, I learned to think in present tense
I tell you I have nothing left to lose

Hide it all behind a mask
My pokerface shows no trace of my fear
Dazzle them with this facade
I’m powered by a shrapnel heart
The ones who hurt me don’t deserve me
Believe me I won’t ever let them near

(via wherehavemysocksgone)