This Website Is A FUCKING NIGHTMARE-

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I so need a fanfic out of this

Happy Birthday, Gavin Reed!

7th of October, 2002.

This piece was inked and coloured live on my Twitch channel.

Tony Stark being happy

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Hope you don't mind another prompt. The Team finds out Stephen can talk to animals.

this one’s short too but lmaooooo the possibilities

The first time it happens, no one really notices.

It’s a run-of-the-mill bad guy chase - some idiot stole a pretty suped-up vehicle from some government agency or another, and was careening down the mean streets of NYC with Iron Man, Iron Patriot, Doctor Strange, and Spider-Man on his tail. Stephen had been sort of a last-minute add in. Tony had called him up, begged him to come out, promised him a blowjob later if he said yes, and then cheered obnoxiously when the doctor portaled to their primary location, dressed for battle.

They’re just about to catch the perp when he veers sharply down a side alley and disappears from view. Tony doesn’t have time to get a bird’s eye - there’s civilians everywhere, and they’re trying to keep it low-key.

Well, as low-key as possible for them. And the suped-up government vehicle.

They’re speaking frantically over comms, trying to figure out what to do, when Stephen jogs out of a nearby pet store and takes to the sky again, coming to their little huddle.

“He turned left just after the alley - one way street. Let’s go!”

They catch the guy six minutes later. Tony laughs, blames it on Stephen’s magic third eye powers.

No one even thinks about the corgi puppy that had been sitting in the front window.

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The second time it happens, Tony notices, but brushes it off.

He and Stephen are on a date in Central Park. They’re walking hand in hand, enjoying the nice weather, although Tony can feel a headache building behind his eyes. He hasn’t had caffeine in a few hours, and he’s starting to feel it already.

“Tony? You okay?” Stephen asks, ever the doctor, ever observant.

“Yeah, hon. Just - haven’t seen a Starbucks in a minute. Let me look - “

Tony falls silent, watching Stephen stare very intently at a squirrel perched on the railing nearby. The squirrel is unmoving, and it’s staring back at Stephen. The two stare for another long moment before Stephen turns to Tony, flashing him a smile.

“There’s a cart just a few more minutes’ walk from here. They’ve got candied nuts, too.”

Tony smiles gratefully, taking Stephen’s hand and starting the walk again. He glances back at the squirrel, who watches them walk away.

“Nuts, huh?”

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The third time it happens, everyone picks up on it.

There’s a debate about where to go for pizza after a hard day’s work of saving New York. Peter votes Little Italy Number 2 on 6th Ave, Tony’s pulling hard for John’s, and Rhodey’s arguing for Two Boots in the West Village. Stephen, who was on Team Two Boots for a bit (“It’s closer to my place!”), steps away and picks up a nearby pigeon, staring intently into its face.

Tony clears his throat. “Uh… Whatcha doin’ over there, pumpkin?”

Stephen breaks his focus, turning back to Tony. “I’m asking the bird where the best crust is. It should know.” Right back to pigeon interrogation mode.

Tony looks at Rhodey, who’s gaping at Stephen, and Peter looks ready to die from the expression of sheer ecstasy on his face.

“Doctor Strange… You can talk to animals?!” He asks, overjoyed.

Stephen releases the ruffled bird, approaching the team again. “Of course.”

Peter immediately begins bouncing off the walls, asking about the bears in Central Park, and the NYPD horses, and the Central Park horses, and -

“Alright, hey, it’s pizza time. We can talk over pizza, and we’re going to John’s,” Tony decides, taking to the air again. RHodey follows, shaking his head.

“Tony, man, I love you? But your boyfriend’s a freak.”

Tony looks back at Peter and Stephen, smiling as the doctor patiently answers the spider kid’s endless questions.

“Nah. Not a freak. He’s special.”

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i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

I didn’t even know they had accent BUT YOU DO YOU DEAF PEOPLE WE LOVE AND RESPECT YOU NONETHELESS

deaf accents are beautiful and its okay to struggle with accepting yourself! u dont need to change for anyone!!