Well It’s Team Mustang Week, So Let’s Start With A Little Picture Collage!

english: coconut oil

french: :)

english: oh boy

french: oil of the nut of the coco

Booooooooooooi

I would die for romantic iron husbands, but platonic rhodeytony?? Fuck. They literally destroy toxic masculinity.

Snuggling? They do that. Hugging? They invented that. Kissing each other’s cheeks? They made that. Being close and comfortable with one another without the cursed “no homo” exchange? They own that!!!

Batfamily Headcanon

Dick Grayson hangs up every phone call with “I love you.” At this point, it doesn’t really matter who the calls are too.

There were some awkward times when he had to call the league that he ended up saying “I love you” to people like Clark or Diana, but eventually everyone who knows him really got used to it.

For the most part, everyone says “I love you, too!” (But he’s a real easy guy to love.) Honestly it melts his heart every time.

He’s called a few pizza places or a customer service hotlines and still ended the phone call the same way (to his embarrassment.)

Now I keep thinking about him as the Batman hanging up on the League after saying “I love you” and then getting a call back after a minute only for everyone to say “I love you too”

forget slow burn romance, give me slow burn found family. give me enemies to friends to siblings. tired, weary old mentors learning to live again for their plucky young apprentices. heroes sharing apartments after world saving adventures because they’re so used to living with each other. dramatic “oh shit” moments where one gets kidnapped and the other realizes “god, that’s my kid.” i want to sit and watch in agony for thirty chapters while two idiots slowly adopt each other, someone get on it

i deal in #facts only

Secret identities

Edward Elric: *breathes*

Roy Mustang: I would die for you.

Riza Hawkeye: Can you stop w/ this shit honestly Colonel.

Also Riza Hawkeye: ...

*glances at Ed for like 0.2 seconds*

*whispers* I would die for you

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.