ed: is kind of quiet
roy: oh fuck oh gd why did you ever let me do this i cant be a dad what do 11 yr olds even eat i need to go
hughes: its midnight i think he’s just tired
Corgis being silly?
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Honeybear headcanon/fic idea, when Rhodes left for his first deployment, Tony was very lonely and missing him and couldn't do anything cause don't ask don't tell (fucKING patriarchy), so in kinda stupid move Tony goes to get a tattoo in honor, and actually the artist adopts him cause he's so smol and nervous and genuine. Well when Rhodes discovers it, he's very honored and repays Tony ;) so it becomes a thing for Tony to get a tattoo on his thighs for each deployment
I changed some things a little bit, but I love this prompt. Tony+tattoos is my weakness.
(note: all those numbers are random lol)
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When Rhodey graduated and was assigned to the Aviano air base in Italy, Tony was happy that at least Rhodey would be able to live abroad like how he always wanted. He was also glad that Rhodey would be in Italy, the best place in the world as far as Tony’s concerned, and a country where he knew the language, and Tony would be able to drag Rhodey to all his favorite places when he went to visit him.
After seeing Rhodey off at the airport, Tony went to the tattoo parlor two blocks away from his apartment that he always walked past on the way to school. He walked in and got a tattoo on his left thigh, right below his hipbone – 617, the number of the room Tony and Rhodey shared when they were freshmen.
(A year later, Tony went to visit Rhodey and they drove to the Carbonell family’s villa in Venice to celebrate Tony’s 18th birthday over an extended weekend. Rhodey saw the tattoo for the first time when they were lounging by the pool. Tony ended up getting the best present he could have ever asked for that year.)
After four years in Italy, after Tony took over the company and moved to California, Rhodey requested a location transfer and packed his bags for Los Angeles. Tony welcomed him home and showed off his new tattoo, inked right under the first one – 530, May 30th, the day Tony and Rhodey finally got together that summer in Venice.
The great thing about the Air Force was that they didn’t deploy their men too frequently, so Tony and Rhodey were always able to spend time together. But it was inevitable that Rhodey would eventually be assigned off-base for a few months for special duties, so when Rhodey was sent off for his first deployment since moving to LA, Tony went and got his third tattoo – 138, the last three digits of Rhodey’s serial number.
It became a tradition. Whenever he and Rhodey were apart for long stretches of time, Tony would go out and get another tattoo.
518, the day they flew back to Massachusetts to get married715, the flight Rhodey took from Venice to Boston to surprise Tony for Thanksgiving502, the day Tony escaped the Ten Rings and Rhodey found him in the desert101, the number of flowers in the bouquet Rhodey got Tony for their first wedding anniversary
The list goes on.
All the tattoos were numerical, each one a representation of a significant event in their relationship.
There was only one exception. A single J marked on Tony’s shoulder blade, complementing the T that Rhodey has inked on his.
tony has had an on and off crush on rhodney since they were really young. sometimes he thinks he's over it and then rhodney will do Something and tony's heart skips a beat and is just like "oh no." and gets real down on himself because obviously rhodney would never love him in the same way
this has been sitting in my asks for a while bc i love it but i always felt like i couldn’t do it justice but here i am willing to try let’s do this
The first time Tony thinks about even liking Rhodey, it’s when he gets him cough medicine and water when he’s sick.
“You dumbass, you’re sick,” Rhodey says. “You need to care of that.”
“I am invincible,” Tony scoffs. He then sneezes so hard that he nearly falls off the couch. Rhodey rolls his eyes.
“You giant dork, don’t get me sick. We’re gonna watch some crap television.” They end up getting around to watching Star Trek: Next Generation, which isn’t crap, and Tony looks at Rhodey.
He’s really cute.
Oh no. None of that. A.) Why the hell would Rhodey date him? B.) There are better options for Rhodey. C.) Mom and dad would kill him for even dating a man.
Turns out he doesn’t have to worry about reason C after a while. But he has a lot more on his plate after the reason gets resolved.
He hides in his lab for one week. He’s creating, definitely not crying, and drinking scotch that Howard said should only be allowed to come out when there was a major business deal.
Rhodey finds him in the lab, working on another weapon. “Tones,” Rhodey says. He looks up. Rhodey looks nice. Tired.
“You don’t have to be here,” Tony says. “I know I’m a mess, I don’t want you dealing with all…that.”
“Want and need are two very different concepts,” Rhodey says, laughing as Tony rolls his eyes. There was this required literature class, Tony hated it, and Rhodey loved teasing him about it. He was funny like that. “Come on up, I made you the greasiest breakfast alive.”
“With brown sugar bacon?”
“Yes, as long as you help me wash everything because I don’t know how to work the dishwasher and you do. Come on.”
So they eat breakfast together, and the sunlight hits, and Tony wishes that this could be life permanently. Him and Rhodey, eating breakfast and watching the news or reading it.
But it can’t be. Because Rhodey is…he’s someone else. He’s the kind of guy who deserves to have a nice house, wonderful partner, kids if he wants them, and two dogs. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t need such a fuck-up in his life, because honestly, Rhodey has higher standards. Thank god.
So Tony turns to see the news, and they’re still talking about Howard and Maria Stark, and the tragedy, and how their son hasn’t come to the media. When will he come so that they can act like they care about his state of being, like they don’t want all the grisly details? Tony, Tony, can you tell us about the car? How did they look? Where were you? Why weren’t you with your family? And Tony will smile and charm them and hate everything about it.
He does that. Puts on a suit, a deep red tie, and lets loose. He tells them that it’s not their business, and that they were going to take a romantic getaway together. “And of course, you can’t have romantic with a kid in the way,” Tony says, and the reporter laughs.
Rhodey greets him at home with a hug, hot chocolate, and a promise that Tony’s gonna get the best fucking Christmas present ever. Oh! They also got a real Christmas tree!
Tony’s never had a real Christmas tree. Well, they have. Maria liked to keep up appearances, pretend like they all cared about the holiday and what it meant. But this is…different. Rhodey did a haul at ornament stores and found the worst ones. The rejects, the funny ones, and the neon plastic.
“This is going to look awful honey bear,” Tony remarks. “Let’s do it.”
They put on the radio, dance to Christmas music, and Tony realizes that most people actually have fun on the holiday. Who knew?
Tony’s flown to the Rhodes’ house for Christmas. “You’re not spending it alone,” Rhodey says. “You’d probably drink too much and pass out.”
“Saying that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, Mama makes the best Christmas dinner and you know it.”
Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes greet Tony like he’s a son coming home, and Tony can’t help but think that maybe this is how parents were supposed to be. And then he feels guilty because his literally just died what the hell–and Mama just pulls him into a hug.
“Come on, help me around the house, hmm?”
Rhodey complains that Mama treats Tony more like a son than her actual son, the one she birthed, and Tony just laughs as they string dried oranges and cranberries onto a string for decoration.
“Jimmy, have some heart. And go to the store and get me some more apples, wouldn’t you?”
It’s Christmas Eve when Tony and Rhodey are playing chess together, and Rhodey says that he’s really glad that Tony came. He was worried.
It is Christmas Eve when Tony realizes he’s in love with James Rupert Rhodes, but he’s never going to do anything about it.
im still waitin for the day where, for whatever convoluted and/or convenient reason, mustang Has to put ed in charge of the office for the day because ed is the highest ranked officer there
oh man can you imagine?
honestly the fact that Ed is officially ranked as a major never reached its full potential for humor (or angst, honestly, depending on how you use it)
Mustang HAS to put Ed in charge and Team Mustang just kind of….goes with it. They all KNOW they’re mostly just humoring the kid, but ED doesn’t know that, and he is so damn smug about it the whole time. He sits in Roy’s chair and does about 10 different impressions of him until he gets bored. He tries to prop his feet up on the desk but the chair isn’t quite tall enough for him to do it comfortably, so he ends up sitting in a ridiculously uncomfortable position just for spite.
Of course he doesn’t REALLY have full jurisdiction over Mustang’s office, but no one really told ED that, and for the most part Team Mustang just carries all his orders out while trying not to laugh.
Alphonse is so appalled the whole time, though. “Brother, I don’t think you should tell them to do that! Brother, that’s rude. Brother, please transmute the colonel’s desk back to normal, the gargoyles and spikes are kind of tacky.”
STRETCH ARMSTRONG AND THE FLEX FIGHTERS IS ON NETFLIX RIGHT NOW AND I WATCHED THE WHOLE THING!! ITS SO GREAT AND YOU SHOULD WATCH IT!!
Nathan is best boy
this fandom still out here falling over all these military mcu heroes but still acting like Rhodey don’t outrank most if not all of them outside of Nick Fury.
I finally read the The Target. For anyone not familiar with this title, it heralds back to the Officer Grayson days. Dick is setup to take the fall for some dirty cops of the Blüdhaven PD and adopts the identity The Target to clear his name name for Reasons.
I came across this gem:
That’s right. They practiced throwing guns. As confirmed by Nightwing (1996) #33:
It called to mind another gun-throwing identity of Dick Grayson’s.
Flash forward to the New 52.
That’s right, Agent 37. Was is pure coincidence Agent 8 mentioned guns and targets? Or was it an Easter Egg?
Who could forget his iconic theme song?
His fellow agents may have given him grief over his choice of gun handling, but apparently Dick had lots of practice hurling those bad boys.
Finding these references is like undercovering buried treasure to me. I get way to much pleasure from it. Has anyone else found any good links from the old to the new like this?
Edward Elric:
Alphonse Elric:
Ling Yao:
Riza Hawkeye:
Winry Rockbell:
Roy Mustang:
team mustang everyday:
Olivier Armstrong:
Bonus: Father on the promised day (after no planning at all):
i deal in #facts only