But What If Bucky Hacks Into The Gym Security Cameras To Watch Sam Work Out And Zooms In On All The Angles

when James and Reggie got together and James met Reg's friends he took one look at Barty and Evan and he just went god damn it not again

because the flashbacks to pre-relationship Sirius and Remus are hard and he does not want to go through that again

⚠️Tw for panic attacks⚠️

Peter,clawing at his face, trying to breath, gasping for air as he bawls his eyes out: Mr stark I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry. P-please please don’t leave!

Stark, knowing exactly what to do: *pulls Peter into a tight hug as he starts scratching softly at Peter’s scalp, and rubbing his back* it’s okay kid, you didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m never ever ever going to leave you.

And as Peter sits there, at Mr starks chest feeling calmer than ever, he knows. He knows for once he’s free, safe and that everything will be okay.

Tony:...Look, there's no way for me to tell you this. At least there's no new way for me to tell you this. I just don't things are gonna work out. Stephen: That's fine. Tony: [surprised] It is? Stephen: Mmm-hmm. Because I know that this isn't the end. Tony: Oh no, you see, actually it is. Stephen: No, it isn't, because you won't let that happen. Don't you know it yet? You love me, Tony Stark. Tony: Oh, no I don't. Stephen: Well then ask yourself this. Why do you think we keep ending up together? New Year's? Who invited who? Valentine's? Who asked who into whose bed? Tony: I did, but-- Stephen: You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn: "STEPHEN...STEPHEN...!" You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it. See ya. [he kisses him passionately, then leaves] Tony: - CALL ME!

Nothing feels better than lying in bed with Sam. Nothing feels better than feeling just the silk sheets on his bare skin, the breath of his boyfriend by his ear, and a fingertip making lazy trails across his chest.

It could almost put Bucky to sleep, his eyelids droop lower as Sam loops his finger in a circle, then stops around his collarbone.

“This one’s new,” Sam says, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?” Bucky mumbles, not fully paying attention.

“This freckle, here,” Sam says, pushing his fingertip deeper into the skin. “It’s new.”

The freckle Sam’s pointing to is too close to his neck. Bucky can’t look down and see it, he doesn’t try to move anyway.

“You probably just don’t remember that one," Bucky argues noncommittedly.

“Nope. I’m certain,” Sam says, resting his head down on the cushion of Bucky’s left pec. “I know all your freckles.”

Bucky huffs out a breathy laugh. Sam must register the disbelief in it.

“You don’t believe me,” Sam says.

“Course not, how can you remember every single freckle on my body?”

Sam picks his head up, stares straight into Bucky’s eyes.

“Cause I kiss them every night. I’ve counted them, all fourteen.”

“Fourteen?”

“Now fifteen,” Sam says and puts his finger back on the one by Bucky’s neck. The one he just discovered tonight.

And that’s when the moment hits Bucky. Sam’s studied his body, paid such close attention to each inch so carefully, he’s even counted the imperfections.

It hits Bucky unexpectedly, makes his eyes water a little too quickly because he’s only had very bad people pay that close attention to him. He’s only had insane people write down every detail of his existence so they can’t forget them and even they didn’t count his freckles.

Bucky closes his eyes slowly hoping the tears will dissipate and hugs Sam against his chest to get his boyfriend’s eyes off him. 

He considers for a moment whether he should admit that he’s touched by the sentiment. And he wants to believe he knows Sam’s body just as well, better than his own, but he fights the instinct instead.

“Stop counting my freckles,” Bucky murmurs.

He feels Sam smile against his skin, press a kiss to his collarbone, and then sigh. 

“Can’t.”

Bucky's mouth pulls into a smile and that only makes him want to cry more but he swallows through the tightness in his throat. He only hugs Sam tighter.

He won't say it, he can't, but he knows how lucky he is. To have a man who's counted all fifteen of his freckles.

Peter: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Natasha: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

I constantly think about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch was the only actor who was trusted with the full script of Infinity War and Endgame, not only because he is an amazing and prestigious actor, but also because of the importance of his role.

Doctor Strange was the only one who knew what should be done to avert Thanos’ snap.

He knew their first plan on Titan would fail. And yet he tried all the same with the same determination.

He knew Peter Quill would mess up with their attempt to stop Thanos. And yet he let it happen.

He knew he would have to hand the Time Stone, a precious artifact trusted to him by his beloved mentor.

He knew Thanos would succeed, wiping half of the universe. The same universe he swore to protect.

He knew he was going to become dust. He embraced death way before Death herself showed up as a test for him to overcome his physical limits.

He knew he would have to trust the remaining heroes so he could come back, which is incredible already because this is not something Stephen usually does. He hates not being in control.

And finally, he knew who was going to die in the process, being forced to live with all the guilt this knowledge could bring.

Stephen might not have the most important role, but he was above everyone else. And no other hero, stronger or not, was in the same league. Because he’s not just a hero. He’s something more.

And in the end, I’m not disappointed that he isn’t recognized as he should. Because it’s precisely what he does. He protects people from threats they can’t see. He’s not out there, being visible for spotlight. He’s always occult, hidden, because while noble heroes such as the Avengers are fighting in the light, he’s the one in the shadows. He’s the one who protects people when there’s only darkness. And that says a lot about what kind of hero he is. 

I couldn’t be prouder.

Loki: *dressed in black from head to toe*

Thor, laughing: who’s funeral is it

Loki: i haven’t decided yet

Thor:

Loki:

Thor: oh

I'd like to think that Mobius has some pretty nice handwriting and Loki adores it.

For example, he asks Loki to look over his notes for a case to either catch him up or is just in need of a second pair of eyes. Loki tries to read it but is honestly distracted by the simple yet elegant swoop and swirl of each letter. Instead of actually reading the notes he finds himself staring, scanning over every word and every letter- intricate yet carefree.

'Beautiful as though it was poetry in itself, a unity of sorts,' Loki thinks to himself.

"So what do you think? " Mobius drags him back to reality and Loki gets flustered not realizing what he's been doing until he's been doing it for too long.

"Oh- yes quite right, it looks fine." He hands back the notes hastily, overcome with feeling warm he avoids looking at Mobius. "I'm going to check on another file," he says leaving Mobius at their table confused beyond all measure.

my new favourite spiderman panel/quote

A Random Rainy Night:

Peter: *Enters completely drenched & shivering*

Tony: Underoos!! *starts screaming & pampering him*

*While making cold chocolate to warm up his little spiderling*

Tony: Why didn't you swing in your suit? It would have saved you from resembling a kicked & drenched puppy.

Peter: *pouts* I am not a puppy

Peter: Also, it’s a million dollar worth suit, Mr. Stark. Couldn't get it wet

Tony: astonished, slackjawed, flabbergasted

Tony: Is my age catching upto me or did you actually took a nose dive into a freaking lake with that suit?

Peter: oh! It was waterproof?!

Tony: Flabbergasted Stark