T'challa: We’re Stuck In This God Knows Where Universe How Are You Not Worried

The Fifth Roommate: Frank Longbottom

Who didn’t ask questions when the Marauders disappeared once a month

Who helped do Remus’ homework when he was in the hospital wing

Who took notes for all the boys when they were recovering

Who had a chocolate stash that rivals Remus’ but also had a stash of all the boys favourite sweets

Who comforted Sirius when he was coming to terms that he liked his best friend (Remus Lupin)

Who helped Peter in Potions

Who always blushed when the fairy like Alice spoke to him

Who tripped over his own feet when Alice asked him out

Who tried to tell James why Lily didn’t say yes when he asked her out

Who got roped into ‘Get James Potter and Lily Evans Together (This Time It Will Work) Mission 120, This Year’

Who also helped in every other ‘GJPaLET(TTIWW)’ mission until James and Lily finally got together

Who spent the Christmas Holidays with the Marauders

Who became one of the top Aurors of his time

Who proposed to Alice the night they became official Aurors

Who battled The Lestranges three times and won

Who burped in the middle of his vows

Who tripped over his own feet and landed in the wedding cake

Who had his four roommates as his groomsmen plus Marlene as his best man (best woman)

Who was James Potters fourth groomsman

Who danced on the table with all of the Marauders

Who broke the table at Lily and James’ wedding

Who fainted when Alice told him she was pregnant

Who fought death eaters so his child could live in peace

Who never believed Remus or Sirius was a spy

Who cried when he held his son for the first time

Who made Peter Pettigrew and Marlene the godparents to his child

Who stood beside James as the faced Voldemort and won. Three times

Who held his wife as she cried for her son that could be apart of The Prophecy

Who muffled his own tears as he told her everything would be ok

Who fell to his knees when he heard about Marlene

Who wrote his will the night he learned of her murder

Who hugged each of his roommates before he and his family went into hiding

Who made peter Pettigrew their secret keeper first

Who saw the death eaters coming and told Alice to take Neville to his mothers and never look back

Who’s wife refused to leave him, hiding Neville in the house and casting a patrons to send for help

Who took on the Lestrange’s for the finale time and lost

Who never told the Lestranges anything

Who lost his mind

Who couldn’t recognise his own mother or child

Who knows the woman who stays in the same room as him means something to him

Who watches as a man with a scarred face comes at least once a month with the sweets he likes

Who watches the scarred man cry every time he visits

Who watches as the woman gives the boy a sweetie wrapper every time he visits

Who watches as a group of teens look at them in horror, seeing that there is a fate worse than death

Who for the first time since he entered this room smiled when the boy, now a man held a baby in his arms and introduced him as Frank, or as they like to call him, Frankie.

Frank Longbottom was the fifth roommate

He wasn’t a Marauders but he was as good as one

{Credit to @alwaysthesleepingwillow }

The Fifth Roommate: Kingsly

The Fifth Roommate: Brian

yoooo wtf is sharon up to?????

Okay how is nobody talking about the fact that Nina called Maggie “angel” when they were having their little chat with Crowley in the last episode ?????

Also I’m rewatching season 1 and just noticed that sergeant Shadwell mentions Me Dalrymple in ep. 5 after coming back from the bookshop.

He says “nobody’s ever done what I’ve done. Not Hopkins, not Siftings, not Dalrymple.”

Angela Montenegro, Abigail Sciuto, and Penelope Garcia would get along so well and they would be an absolutely UNSTOPPABLE gang.

no offense but bucky not remembering what he does as the winter soldier makes his & sam’s rivalry so much funnier

Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins

Have you created a *definitely not self-insert* oc for every story you've ever fixated on or are you stable

*Tagging this with everything I've ever done one for (judge me softly) *

She Has a Degree in Accounting Too, You Know

Pepper Potts always told people that she was hired as Tony’s personal secretary because his last one had quit, he needed a new one, and she was there. The truth, however, is that Tony had known she was qualified from the get-go. 

He noticed ALL of his employees. Didn’t matter if it was a member of the board or the janitor who works nights on Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Tony notices things. It’s basically the only thing that’s keeping him from going off the deep end. He hates dealing with business. He’s always preferred inventions to talking to people about things like stock and commercials and how his public image will affect the sales. (The board acts like him going out with a model is going to bring stock points down or whatever. It’s not going to.) 

Tony notices Virginia Potts six months before he hires her and the day that she started working for the department she was supposed to be in. She was supposed to work as a manager of sorts for accounting, and from what Tony heard from his good friend Tanya down there, Virginia was scarily good at what she did. Ms. Potts didn’t fuck around with anyone, never accepted less than perfection, but was also incredibly understanding of financial situations and compromise. Tony nodded and carried on with his invention. He thought the board would really like The Jericho. He, of course, named it. The irony was fitting. 

Virginia is known for zero tolerance. Men call her various names along the line of “Frigid Bitch,” “Slut,” and “Prude.” Most of these terms contradicted each other, and Tony leveled the “we’re-just-talking” insults with a steady gaze. “She’s not a slut or a prude because she does her job better than you can,” he says flippantly. “Speaking of which, Peterson! Your numbers have down for two months. I’m having you step down, Alejandres is taking your spot.” Peterson glowers, but Tony honestly can’t bring himself to give a shit. 

Virginia Potts unflinchingly deals with businessmen who call her things like “darling,” sweetheart,” or “girly.” She kindly tells them that they are not allowed to refer to her as such. Her name is Ms. Potts, not any iteration. They grumble as she grins and tears their “deals” apart with a smile as sharp as a shark’s tooth. Her hair is never out of place as she shuts down employees who are being rude. Tony lets each one go with a talk about workplace discrimination under their belts. Howard and Obie may have tolerated it, but Tony will not. 

Virginia Potts points out an accounting mistake that would have cost the company around two million dollars. The accounting person insists that they have it right, and if she’s so sure that the person with a degree in their field is wrong, then they can take it up with Tony Stark Himself. Virginia looks over the sheet one more time. 

“I have a degree in accounting too,” she primly informs him. “But of course, Mr. Stark is the expert of his own company. I’ll set up an appointment.” 

She meets him a week later in his office when he’s trying to make a leaning tower of cantaloupe squares. She’s wearing her finest pencil skirt and blazer, heels tall enough to kill a man, and levels him with an unimpressed gaze. 

“Mr. Stark. I’m here to discuss an accounting mistake.” Tony’s fruit tower is knocked down as he glances at the paper. 

“Who was about to cost the company two million dollars because they refused to recheck their math?” 

“Tom Martin.” 

“Have someone tell him he needs to clear his desk by Monday. That’s unacceptable.” She raises her eyebrow at him. 

“I’m not your messenger, Mr. Stark.” He smiles for a split-second. If she accepted the job proposition, then she would be great at it. 

“Would you like to be? I’m in the market for a new personal assistant.” 

“Did you get bored with the other one?” Virginia asks. She seems to realize her remark was a hair too unprofessional, but doesn’t relent. Tony laughs. 

“You have a little bit of a kick to you, don’t you?” Tony asks. “I’m calling you Pepper. Would you like to be a personal assistant? I promise you that you, at least, won’t be bored.” She’s apprehensive. 

“Don’t call me Pepper. What do I do?” 

“I’m calling you Pepper. You do a lot of things. Drag me to board meetings, help me be a regular person to the outside world, and get a bump in pay.” 

“Fine.” 

Pepper Potts is…scary. She’s unafraid of calling Tony out on his bullshit behavior. She’s the drive behind his evolving fashion sense. (”You have money to buy a tailored suit that fits,” she says. “You’re getting one. I booked the appointment for one. If you don’t go, I’ll drag you there by the ear.”) She always looks put together and almost never has a hair out of place unless she gets to the workshop and manhandles him out from under a car. 

“That’s a Tin Lizzy!” Tony hisses. “You can’t touch her like that! She’s a classic!” 

“You’re about to get a classic, public dressing down by me if you don’t move and get dressed for the board meeting,” she hisses right back. “I packed you a lunch. Go.” Tony grumbles. She packed a goddamn Lunchable with a smiley face Post-It that says “since you’re being such a little bitch :)”

Tony kind of loves her. 

She understands a lot more about business than even Tony gave her credit. Sometimes, she’ll even contribute ideas. Pepper always nervously laughs and says she could never be in such a high position of power. 

Tony feigns laziness and has her decide an executive decision. 

It’s a start. 

So when Pepper laughs with one of her business friends about how Tony impulse-hired her on the spot because his last one had quit, Tony always grins. 

I hope Avengers sometimes go to Strange like “I need your help” and he’s like “What’s wrong? Skrulls? Hydra?” and they’re like “I’m congested and it hurts when I swallow.”

Stark Kids

ENDGAME SPOILERS

Peter didn’t really know what to do with himself at the funeral.

After wandering around in a grief-induced haze, he ended up sitting by the lake alone, imagining maybe Mr. Stark would jump out of it and jumpscare him. He’d done that a few times in the lab. Peter hadn’t thought it was funny at the time, but now he’d give anything for him to do it again.

Little footsteps sounded, and a little girl edged herself up onto the log next to him.

“What’re you looking at?” She asked.

Peter shrugged, “Nothing.”

“You’re Spidey, aren’t you?”

Peter nodded, “Yup.”

“Daddy told me about you,” Morgan said.

Peter looked down at the girl, surprised, “What?”

“There’s a picture with you in it in the kitchen,” Morgan explained, “I asked about it and Daddy said the boy there was a hero he used to know. He said you were gone.”

“I was,” Peter admitted, “But your dad saved me.”

“I thought so,” Morgan said thoughtfully, “You know, Daddy was sad when he talked about you. Mommy said it was because he loved you very much and he thought you being gone was his fault.”

“Did she?” Peter asked, trying not to cry.

“Yes, she did,” Morgan said matter-of-factly, “You know, you look like me. You have brown hair and brown eyes like me. It’s because you’re my brother, right?”

“What?”

“You look like Daddy, and I look like Daddy. He loves both of us very much and he said he used to give you popsicles just like he gives me popsicles. So you must be my big brother, right?”

Peter shrugged, not knowing what to say.

Someone else sat down on Peter’s other side.

“Harley,” Morgan said nonchalantly.

The boy who looked a bit older than Peter looked confused that she recognized him, “You know me?”

“Of course,” Morgan said, rolling her tiny eyes, “Daddy said you almost shot him with a potato gun.”

Harley chuckled, “Yeah, I did. I helped him fix his suit.”

“I know that,” Morgan said, “Mommy said she wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t helped him, and if she wasn’t alive, I wouldn’t be alive. You saved me and Mommy and Daddy.”

Harley looked caught off-guard, “I guess I did.”

“You look more like Mommy than Daddy,” Morgan decided, “But that’s okay. I think I can love both my big brothers either way.”

Harley exchanged a look with Peter. They both knew they weren’t really Morgan’s brothers.

But still… Peter could sense the silent agreement that they would both do anything for this little girl.

“We can love you, too, little sis,” Peter promised as Morgan wiggled in between the two of them for warmth.

Watching from the porch, Pepper managed to crack a smile.

Her little girl wasn’t going to have to be alone. None of her children were.