I’ll colour it later. Or maybe paint it up.
I call this ‘Phibbles’…
There was a gifset of Captain Kirk getting covered in Tribbles on my dash.
Followed by a gifset of Coulson deciding between donuts.
…I’m not responsible for what tumblr makes me do.
Happy birthday to the best not-dying-in-movies agent in the world.
BLAM!!!!
THERE GO ALL MY FEELS!!
Suki/Sokka
Thor/Sif
John/Wally
HO HO MASTERPOST. All of my OTP prompts, in rebloggable format, as requested! Danke!
…I think I’m just gonna tag ship names and fandoms.
Feel the love.
Dedicated to my superwife.
(Click for better quality)
I AM HER SUPERWIFE
MEEEEEEEE!
May 2012 with
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They leave Chickpea as it grows dark, and the sirens outside have finally faded. Steve insists on staying another fifteen minutes to sweep the glass out of the doorway, and Tony helps him.
(He says it’s only because they weren’t charged for the meal. Bruce mentions that might have been due to the fact that no one had brought their wallets.)
The size of our fight
It’s just a dream
We’ve crushed everything I can see
In this morning selfishly
How we’ve failed and I feel like I do
It’s only you who can tell me apart
And it’s only you
Who can turn my wooden heart
