Oh, Strong Guy, don’t look so worried. The previous sentence was, “Am I a hot piece?” and the answer is yes. Always yes.

Mmmmm.

Tony, she’s right. You do.

I really love this aspect of their relationship, that Tony can flirt and Pepper can mock him and they just know each other and can tease like this.

Dear Comic Artists:

I don’t get it. She’s in a suit that ZIPS. You could just ZIP IT. Or, baring that, you could just NOT DO TIT SHOTS. It’d be one thing if it was her full torso INCLUDING her head, similar to framing any other character in a scene, but it’s not. IT’s her head, then her tits. Or just her tits. Or the back-breaking angle so we can see her tits even when she’s facing away.

WE GET IT. FATALITY HAS A RACK. MOVE ON.

versipelles:

thelaughingmagician:

fluffypandattacksquad:

generallyfurious:

#because sexist assholes need to shut the fuck up #i am tired of seeing these graphs that say girls only liked the movie for certain actors #because that shit is fucked up and not okay in any way

who is actually saying that? i have never, heard that. uhm, ever.

unfortunately it’s all over the Avengers tag here on tumblr. I would link you, but I honestly don’t want to waste the time to share sexist opinions that are already entirely too popular, and you’ll run into them eventually in the fandom, it’s inevitable. 

And it’s not just tumblr, either. Magazines have written ‘serious’ articles about ‘What you as a girlfriend need to know about the AVengers’ and ‘What questions not to ask your boyfriend’ because, well OBVIOUSLY you’re only interested for the bodies.

Hey, now, let’s not discount asking your male s.o. questions. I ask my husband questions all the time. See the following list:

• I have been reading Cap for six years, how do you not know who Bucky Barnes is from my explanations?
• You know Oracle and Barbara Gordon are the same person, right?
• Will you try out this comic? I think you might like it.
• You didn’t like that comic? Okay, I’ll try something else.
• You read Scott Pilgrim before me? Really? Did you like it? Awesome!
• Who do you think would make a good female Avenger? That’s a DC character. Her too. And her. Are you messing with me?
• What do you mean ‘who’s Rhodey’? He’s fucking RHODEY.
• Did you honestly just ask what would be the point of a Nick Fury movie?
• Am I being kind of an ass about this? I don’t want to be an ass about this.
• Are you trolling about speedsters? I will hurt you.

Everything on this list is based from a legit conversation. It’s important to ask your male s.o. questions, people. If you don’t, how will he ever know how fucking awesome comics are?

I loved this moment in Fury’s Big Week. Natasha had been running after Hulk and Hulk-like assholes for awhile, and she’s just fucking over it.

When it doubt, kneecap The Leader and ignore his threat to hurt you.

That moment when you crack up laughing because Warren Ellis writes a line that is so him it is completely fucking awesome.

[Consider it done!]

He’s not sick, at least that’s what Phil tells himself as he holds back a sneeze and wipes at his watering eyes. He’s covered in clammy sweat under his suit, and he adjusts his tie as he walks down the hallway to the main section of Stark Tower. He rounds the corner and nearly barrels into Pepper.

“Phil, you look awful,” she greets him, touching a hand to his forehead before he can dodge away. Her hand is much cooler than he is, and he leans into it without thinking. “You’re sick,” she announces.

“No, I’m not,” Phil says. He sidles around her and keeps walking. “Late for a meeting,” he calls over his shoulder.

“You should know better,” Pepper calls after him.

“It’s fine,” Phil says and doesn’t stop moving towards the meeting location. When he reaches the conference room, he has to pause to catch his breath. His sinuses are clear, but his lungs are burning. He probably has bronchitis, he thinks.

“Coulson!” Tony greets. “You look like shit.”

The entire team turns to look, and Coulson nearly fidgets. Steve looks worried in that I-am-everyone’s-father-figure way he has. Natasha just gives him a withering look that tells him clearly he will get no sympathy. Thor looks befuddled, likely confused by why Tony sounds so cheerful. Bruce is watching him with a furrowed brow, no doubt making an early guess at diagnosis.

Clint is marching over to him with purpose, pressing his hand against Phil’s forehead and checking his pulse before Phil can get away. “How are you lungs?” Clint asks.

“I’m—”

Clint presses against Phil’s diaphragm, and Phil lets out a hard, dry cough, nearly doubling over from the pain of it. 

“You ass,” he manages to wheeze out as Clint helps him stay upright.

“Don’t even start with me,” Clint says. “The amount of shit you give me when I’m sick and don’t listen? You have no leg to stand on.”

“He can barely stand on the ones he has,” Natasha says, just loud enough for it carry. Phil tries to glare at her, but he’s still coughing.

“Should I—” Bruce starts to ask. He pauses when everyone turns to stare at him. “I can give him a check-up,” he says. “I’m an actual doctor.”

“If it’s not bronchitis, it’s walking pneumonia,” Clint says. “It’s about that time of year.”

“He’s a week late, actually,” Natasha chimes in.

“This is a regular thing?” Tony asks, his face falling from amused to concerned. He can’t possibly look that bad, Phil thinks.

“Got a bad case of pneumonia a few years ago when we were on an op,” Clint says. “He overdoes it—”

“Which he always does,” Natasha adds.

“Neither of you can get onto me for overworking,” Phil cuts in.

“He gets sick,” Clint says. He wraps his arm around Phil’s waist and turns him towards the door. 

“We have a meeting,” Phil says.

“Yeah, that’s great,” Clint says. “Steve, you got this?”

“I can handle a briefing,” Steve replies, waving them away. “Natasha, you can help me if I need it?”

Phil hears her agree as Clint starts moving them down the hallway towards their quarters. “I have a briefing to run,” Phil says.

“You have a bed to collapse into,” Clint says. He pauses, bends at the waist, hooks his other arm under Phil’s knees, and picks him up.

“No,” Phil says.

“Too late,” Clint says. “Besides, this angle is better for your breathing when you’re like this.”

It is, but Phil doesn’t want to admit it. He lets Clint carry him back to their quarters, lets Clint get him out of his suit and tuck him into bed and call his doctor at base to get the usual prescriptions sent up.

When he starts to cough in earnest, Clint brings him hot tea and sits on the side of the bed, rubbing his back and letting Phil slump on him at an angle that isn’t great for Phil’s back or Clint’s shoulder but feels amazing on his lungs.

“I need to…” he tries to say, but he wheezes halfway through and stops talking.

“If I have to be a team player, you do too,” Clint replies. “Get some rest. You can yell at people in the morning if you can actually breathe in all the way.”

Phil falls asleep, exhausted from coughing, Clint warm at his back. 

fuckyeahavengersheadcanon:

“Bruce moved into the new tower with Tony and Pepper. Then Tony slowly got flirtier and flirtier with Bruce, who was quietly freaking out until Pepper took pity on him and explained that it’s perfectly cool with her, as she and Tony have an open relationship and they both think he’s cute. Hot times ensued.”

[Headcanon submitted by plumbat]

I am literally writing basically this right this second. It’s over 10,000 words, and they’ve only just kissed.

It is awesome.

catbountry:

adventureswithwalle:

pixarmovies:

M-O family portraits from Andrew Stanton.

This is WAY too wonderful not to post here.

From the article:

“While the film was in production, Stanton’s team had a real life statue of the character and one day, on a whim, took him to Sears to get a bunch of family portraits taken. That was years ago and, since then, the photos have remained safely on Andrew Stanton’s iPhone. Nowhere else.”

These are beautiful.

Pixar: Where you create a tiny robot for a bit part and take it for portraits. Because that’s just polite.

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See, now I want the proposal. Or at least, how they decided to get married. (This was lovely. I love your C/C.)

“Marry me,” Clint says one day. It’s incredibly early, neither of them through their first cup of coffee, neither of them fully awake because they got to wake up to a regular old clock alarm and not to danger.

“Why?” Phil asks because he’s argumentative first thing in the morning and does not respond well to any conversation before he’s halfway through cup two.

“Because it’s a good idea,” Clint says. “Because we’re in love and stuff and already committed, so why not?”

“So why?” Phil replies, swallowing a yawn and then another mouthful of coffee.

“Because I want to,” Clint says. “I want to be married to you. I want you to be bitchy over coffee every morning for the rest of my life.”

That makes Phil pause, the words working into his still-foggy brain. “Are you actually proposing?” he asks. “Or are you just saying ridiculous things because you’re half-asleep?”

It’s a fair question. Clint is notorious for saying ridiculous things while half-asleep. He once went on a ten-minute spiel about turkey bacon while half-asleep. “I’m saying ridiculous things because they’re true,” Clint says. “I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me, and we should get married.”

“Okay,” Phil says. He leans over and kisses Clint near his ear, presses his nose against Clint’s neck. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Awesome,” Clint says. He kisses Phil on his temple. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”