"Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away and what are you?"

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A -civilian with no formal training about to become a superhero by creating a technological marvel and a suit of armor while being tortured in a cave using only his bare fucking hands after undergoing invasive surgery with no fucking anesthetic- badass comes to mind.

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We all want to be safe. We all want to know we can go to bed at night and have a good chance of waking up without somebody in a costume blowing up the building.
But there’s a point where the end doesn’t justify the means, if the means require us to give up not just our identities, but who and what we are as a country.  

{x}

(Reblogged from elmroko)

qouinette:

Maybe it’s after a big fight. Maybe it’s after an unpleasant visit to another universe— where they met a less lucky version of themselves. Maybe they were fighting before, but it doesn’t matter now

What matters now is that they’re both here, alive and breathing

(Reblogged from qouinette)

I loved everything about you that hurts  so let me see your moves

I loved everything about you that hurts
so let me see your moves

(Source: linzeestyle)

(Reblogged from captainshellhead)

When you accidentally stumble into a fic, not reading the tags. Lose two full days of your life to it and then end up falling into a ship you swore you would never have anything to do with.

I am so confused and yet strangely turned on right now.

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(Reblogged from pm4lyfe)

That doesn’t look like a Jericho missile.

(Source: kayytx)

(Reblogged from fyeahtonystark)

thehellaradgatsby:

tony was the city- loud, brash, luminous, frantic, confused, brilliant, lonely, dark, convoluted, full of hope. bright and shining and broken.

(Reblogged from thehellaradgatsby)

colonelrogers:

"I want to start with Tony…”

(Reblogged from colonelrogers)

"You’ve been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"

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"… never told me he loved me, never even told me he liked me… You’re talking about a man whose happiest day of his life was shipping me off to boarding school."

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Tony so desperately wants to believe when Fury tells him he is wrong about his father. His eyes never leave Nick’s face. There is absolute naked want on his face. He doesn’t blink. He swallows convulsively. But in the end the years of constant negative reinforcement are just too much. No matter how much he wants to believe that Howard loved him, that his father wanted him as a son, Tony just can’t do it. Learning your father wanted you and maybe loved you at forty just doesn’t make the hurt any less. If anything it makes the conflict, confusion and rejection worse. 

Just one more byline in Tony’s journal of nightmares and shadowed dreams. 

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littlecircleoflight:

mark vi introduction
(Reblogged from starkscap)