✨cyclone babysits for the first time✨
iceman: alright, there we go... *sets maverick down next to him* i'll pick him back up at seven, *takes out his checklist and hands it over* make sure he gets food and water every other hour, keep the jets away unless i permitted it...
cyclone: but sir-
iceman: let me finish-... so keep the jets in the hangar and, hm, maybe lock it... he can do a hop or two unless you want him to get more cranky than usual, shove him into his office twice a day and he'll get the paperwork done... shut the door though, or he will escape
cyclone, under his breath: whAt
iceman, pecking mav on the lips and ruffling his hair: i gotta go honey, love you! *death glaring at cyclone* one scratch on him and you're done.
cyclone, sweating profusely and watching the admiral saunter out the door: y-yes sir?
meanwhile maverick has already disappeared to the hangar, 11 little duckling daggers right on his tail
mwah<3♡
Gelsenkirchen 2024-07-31 from iG lifad_ukraine
Another little look at the cuddle puddle on the entry, Till kissed Olli and that started a whole kissing-chain 🥰
OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIIIIIIT YEEEEES!
Charlie Cox and Jon Bernthal on the set of Daredevil Born Again
🎥 via splashnews
mobius with owen's normal hair length or longer hair in general would've been breathtaking, but it would've also made me go even more bonkers
LIKE??!!
AS IF HE ISN'T ALREADY TAKING UP ALL THE SPACE IN MY BRAIN??!! RAAAAAH
[update: pic creds to @sjweminem ♡]
Love this😭😍💗
Sherlock tapping in Morse code onto Johns chest in the middle of the night while he thinks he’s asleep but John, who’s just barely still awake softly smiles into Sherlock’s hair that’s pressed just below his chin not letting him know that he’s feeling every single sweet nothing sherlock’s been too shy to verbalize just yet
my god i wasn't expecting such great feedback, i love you guys:'-) i'm working on the fic! it's gonna take me a bit though since i want it to be perfect aaand a bit longer than what i usually write lol. also i will be tagging everyone who commented on the previous post with the prompt so if you don't wanna be tagged or maybe you do just hmu & i'll note it down! i'm very nice i promise:-)♡
in the meantime, i have two smaller fluffy poolverine drabbles in the works that should be done in a couple days:-D i will be posting those on here and on ao3 too if they do well.
my dearest people would y'all like it if i wrote a poolverine fic with logan having chronic pain & wade doing absolutely everything and beyond to make him feel better? would we like that? some good ol' hurt/comfort feels? :'-)♡ i haven't written a full fic in forever but damn if they didn't give me a ton of inspo
(i know logan having chronic pain is a bit of a reach but i though well, he heals but he isn't immune to pain right? if you're not with it consider this a little ooc:-))
Tony Stark: freshly brewed black coffee. desks filled with miscellaneous papers strewn everywhere. harsh winters. tinkering at 2 am. records of different rock bands. a drawer filled with treasured gifts from loved ones. nibbling on fingernails. the pungent scent of alcohol. ostentatious colors of red and gold. roughed up worker boots. a mind saturated with intuitive thoughts. sarcastic quips and half smirks. tired eyes. aching bones. the feeling of being lost.
Steve Rogers: dewy mornings. bright toothy smiles. freshly baked cherry pies from Brooklyn Cafes. 40′s swing music. baby blue sweaters and light brown khakis. bruised knuckles. burtbees chapstick. a broken compass. old letters from loved ones. polaroids. melancholy. forehead kisses. notebooks and wooden pencils. fingers covered in graphite. the feeling of looking for something that cannot be found.
Natasha Romanoff: red lipstick. bubblegum. wine stains on white napkins. clint’s jackets. stilettos. hail storms. broken ballet shoes. small smirks. framed candids of the team. russian novels. rhubarb ice cream. roses with sharp thorns. goosebumps. black shiny leather. heartache. hair filled with secrets. 80s movies. the feeling of wanting to let go.
Clint Barton: ripped bandages. coffee pots brewed to the tip. cotton tee shirts. the taste of honeydew. crooked smiles. spending time with family. reading comics at night. wanting to stay in bed after waking up. loyalty. calluses. worn out bones. ripped canvases. the feeling of losing security.
Bruce Banner: yellow jumpers. classical music. sad smiles. notepads filled with theoretical discoveries. broken pencils. clean lab coats. isolation. greek mythology. wanting to be a better person. stress relief dogs. chamomile tea. learning new languages. the feeling of losing control.
Thor Odinson: belly laughs. large hands. mead. early morning walks. meeting up with friends. lumberjack boots. catching fireflies at night. braided hair. the colors of the bifrost bridge. norse poems. poptarts. a collection of different items from the nine realms. the feeling of fear when all hope is lost.
Peter Parker: frayed sweaters. bubbly laughter and shy smiles. chipped cassettes. neon city lights. greasy cheese pizza. tangled headphones. glossy eyes. spearmint gum. bed hair. torn sneakers. a notebook filled with favorite movies. earthy scents. the feeling of insecurity.
Wanda Maximoff: broken mosaics. trembling hands. timid smiles. leather gloves. ripped jeans. the scent of freshly cooked paprikash. recorded videos of loved ones. black nail polish. indie music. sci fi books. exotic candles. a bruised heart. empty glass bottles of perfume. the feeling of never being good enough.
Stephen Strange: dry wit. record players. tailored suits. cocky smirks. scarred hands. classic literature books with uneven binding. success and ambition. ballroom dancing. the scent of aftershave. collections of antique items. red and blue drapes. late sunsets. chipped coffee mugs. a broken clock. the feeling of wanting to know more but never knowing enough.
Bucky Barnes: cheeky grins. irish coffee. the solitary feeling of being alone. quiet laughter. harsh breaths and heaving chests. golden retriever puppies. Chopin’s Nocturne Op.9 No.3. local newspapers. suave pick up lines. breakfast foods. corny jokes. the feeling of not belonging anywhere.
T’challa Udaku: royal blues and golds. the nostalgic feeling of listening to old music. family heirlooms. feeling content after a day of being productive. sunny afternoons and picnics. smiles from loved ones. a stomach filled with butterflies. banter between siblings. the feeling of being burdened with great responsibility.
Scott Lang: childish laughter. grandma scarves. deep and unconditional love. a heart of gold. the scent of homemade cinnamon twists. longing for stability. fitted black shirts. bruised fingers. pastel colors. scattered blueprints. erratic yet intellectual thoughts. the feeling of not wanting to be another disappointment.
val you precious human being:'-)♡
Val Kilmer showing off his children at the premiere of The Ghost and the Darkness, 1996
half the bands i wanna see at rock am ring are playing at the same time GODDAMNIT
black friday by tom odell is such a lokius song
damn👀
this song is so incredibly sexy i don't even know why
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