*cracks kncukles*
since i saw a post about this
let me make this CLEAR
natsuo is the nerd
shouto is the jock
fuyumi is the prep
and touya is the goth
I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYTHING LESS IN AUs!!!
Somebody Says: You can’t like both Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes. You have to choose one. Besides, Tony’s the wor–
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My Shadow Akechi and @skribbledoots Shadow Ryuji because my angst and ryugoro thirst knows no bounds
Edit: forgot the big honey
Morgana is annoying,the worst mascot character,and he's pretty much the reason why people hate ryuji. Since they would rather side with a dumb cat than an "annoying teenage boy"
i know i’m going to regret this
I’m going to ramble under the cut, but TL;DR please don’t lose heart in our Pegoryu/Akiryu/Renryu ship. 💖💛
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THROAM as vines (by rydenalong on Instagram)
Some background info: Last year I put out these comics as physical products on my st0re (where they are still available, btw!!) and it’s still one of my favourite projects I’ve ever done!! this was peak soft dad tony era for me and I was missing it, so here’s my attempt to keep it alive 🔥
Issue #1 is a day in the life of retired superhero house hubby Tony. Issue #2 is a little folded zine-style comic with moments from 2 father-daughter road trips - guest starring the Langs. enjoy!!
my store | free printable version of Issue #2
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ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD
Tony/Pepper, Peter, Morgan, Rhodey, Harley, Nebula, aka his family
Summary: Tony wakes up after the second or third snap and finds himself with a prosthetic arm and four kids.
A/N: A super self-indulgent post Endgame fix it fic where that one thing didn’t happen and Tony suddenly has four kids. Enjoy!
Warnings: Endgame spoilers, nightmares, hints at trauma and PTSD.
Words: 2 258
So you’d saved the universe, almost died, gotten resurrected and were now living your life with a mechanic arm like some sort of Winter Soldier 2.0 and also found yourself with four children instead of the one you’d had before? Yeah, Tony had had a busy year.
He’d woken up at the hospital a week after the snap. The second snap, that is. Or was it the third? The one that had fixed it all, anyway.
(He still couldn’t believe it had worked.)
No one was leaving him out of their sight and apparently hadn’t since he’d ended up there. He wasn’t complaining, though. He had a hard time believing they were real and that this wasn’t an elaborate prank Thanos was pulling off. Despite being dead. They were telling him he was dead. That Tony’s snap had killed him, or whatever being turned to dust meant.
“Can you stand?”
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