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Boy nobody looking at their textbook.

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ironstrange???

一部の方がお好きなDoctor strange supremeと並べてみました。

スーペリアアイアンマンの方が大きいんですよね。驚きました🫨

確かに、どこか雰囲気が似てるお二人です。

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AGATHA ALL ALONG | 1x05, "Darkest Hour Wake Thy Power"

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Damaged hands, broken heart

Quick doodle since i was in an ironstrange mood tdy :D also got another drawing but its . Erm . Well. Its strange in a bunny suit so click at ur own risk⬇️

I GOT CARRIED AWAY🥲

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strange: I’ve got some ancient spells to learn today

tony: do any of them involve kissing me?

Strange: No

tony: sounds like a waste of time, honestly.

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Robert Downy Jr as Tony Stark IRON MAN 2

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i don't wanna go home

marvel text posts 5/?

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I’ve watched the first two episodes of Agatha All Along and I can’t shake off the feeling that Teen is one of Wanda’s sons (Wiccan/Billy to be more precise).

This idea came to me because of different reasons, the first and more important being that when he speaks about himself and his past Agatha can’t hear/understand what he’s saying which could be a residual of Wanda’s magic just like it was Agatha’s trance for three years.

Also this would make Teen’s boyfriend Hulking which is nice if you ask me especially considering we are heading toward the Young Avengers — or will at some point.

The only thing which doesn’t really add up to me is the age factor, he drives in Agatha All Along which makes him at least 16, he would have been 13 before Agatha froze in Westview which I guess happened after WandaVision’s last episode, but he doesn’t look older than 8/9 in the Halloween episode so… yeah…

Still I think they might find a way to justify it if they wanted to.

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oh my god he’s constantly on the verge of killing himself

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The local queer centrum asked us all to support the ban on conversion therapy in the EU initiative, so now it's My Job to do it seriously.

We still need so many signatures. Damn. So. Many. Signatures.

Come on people, we can do this!!

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My favourite brotp chillin in heaven

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let me just say deadpool 3 was what endgame should have been. well (enough) written, character driven, cameos that surprised me and felt satisfying, fanservice that didn’t effect the integrity of the plot, female characters that didn’t exist just to say girl power, actual STAKES!!! actual stakes that made u feel like the heroes actually had something to lose, bright vibrant costuming that had personality, jokes that actually felt well thought out and situationally funny. deadpool n wolverine being besties who might fuck once in a while (that car fight tho). anyways. marvel I don’t trust u but deadpool 3 writers & ryan fought for their creative freedoms and it was worth it

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Ironstrange, but it's random Helluva Boss quotes

Tony: We're rich! People want us for our money and our bodies.

Stephen: Our money, maybe.

Tony: Speak for yourself, darling.

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Stephen: What do you want, Tony?

Tony: Hello to you as well, my long dicked sorcerer~

Stephen: *Spits Out His Tea*

Peter: *Spits Out His Coffee*

Stephen: What-

Peter: The-

Stephen: FUCK-

Peter: DAD?!?!?

Tony: Language! Everyone!

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Stephen: I can't do it! I'm not strong enough!

Tony: Baby, you don't have to rely on your hands. Work with what you're good at.

Stephen: I'm not good with my hands???

Tony: ...

Stephen: Oh! Right, you mean- Yeah. *Uses His Magic to Blow a Door to Bits* Probably should have done that earlier, huh?

Tony: I love you, Stephanie, but for FUCK'S SAKE!

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Stephen, with a bit of twang: Mama, Daddy, you haven't met my husband Tony. And his charge!

Peter: I'm not just his charge!

Tony: Yeah! He's our son!

Peter, blushing: Only on paper. Y'all don't deserve my name yet.

Tony: It's nice to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this gem of a sorcerer. You two have raised one sturdy son-of-a-bitch.

Eugene: *Chuckles* That we have.

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Victor, to Stephen: You'd better move that eyesore of a family somewhere else! Or else I'll-

Tony, charging his repulsors: You'll what?

Victor: Uh... I'll tell Mama and Daddy!

All Three: *Burst Into Laughter for a Couple of Seconds*

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Happy Valentines Day! Line: @tsverra28 Color: me

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I finally watched Deadpool&Wolverine and I have to admit Chris Evans gets 10000 times hotter when he doesn't play Captain America!

He's still not my type (which is weird cause blond with blue eyes is usually 100% my type) and there are many many actors who are hotter in my books but, yeah, apparently that's a thing: he gets hotter when he's not dressed like a walking and breathing US flag.

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Wrong Number (The Right Person)

“Hello,” Stephen said, half asleep as he answered his phone. He squinted at the clock. 4.19.

Who the hell was calling at four in the morning?

“Bruce. I figured it out,” the words on the other side of the phone were rushed, eager. “The serum is supposed to rebuild on a cellular level. I just—“

“Who the hell is this?” Stephen asked, annoyed. “Because I’m not Bruce.”

The voice cut off. “You’re not—“ A quiet curse and a distant, “JARVIS!” echoed over the line, before a faint click indicated the end of the call.

Stephen blinked tiredly as he tried to figure out what had just happened. He shoved his phone away; he’d deal with that tomorrow. Or later today.

Whatever.

Stephen eyed the number on his cell. He had the vague memory of someone calling and waking him up. Which normally didn’t necessitate anything from Stephen as long as they only did it once. But he had the faintest recollection of the words ‘serum’, ‘rebuild’ and ‘cellular level’ which… all right, Stephen would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious.

He called the number.

It rang for a moment before someone was answering. “Who are you and how did you get this number?”

Stephen arched an eyebrow. “You called me, that’s how I got this number,” he said. “As for who I am, this is Doctor Stephen Strange.”

“I called—” the man on the other side of the phone spluttered. “I did not call—” He cut off. The next words were distant as though someone was covering the speakers. “I did? Really?” A pause. “And you didn’t stop me?” A moment of silence, then the person was back. “So, apparently I called you. It looks like I do not have Bruce’s number memorized the way I thought I did.”

“Clearly,” Stephen said dryly.

“Right, great, so…” the man on the other end of the line paused. “Wait, why are you calling? Did you call to make me apologize? Because that’s a waste of your time. I’ve got to say, apologies aren’t my strong suit.”

Now that the man mentioned it, an apology really would be a good place to start. Stephen hadn’t been planning on asking for one, but he had to admit that, now that he’d been denied one, he was rather peeved with the notion.

“The ability to apologize shows good character,” he said. He took a moment to be grateful that Christine wasn’t around to hear him say those words. She would never let him live it down.

The man scoffed. “What makes you think I care about having ‘good character’? But if that’s why you were calling, I’m going to—”

“Wait,” Stephen interrupted before the man could hang up. “You said something about a serum last night. You also mentioned rebuilding on a cellular level.”

“Okay, hanging up—”

“I work in nerve regeneration,” Stephen interrupted again. “It’s a special focus of mine.”

There was no immediate answer, but the phone wasn’t hung up, either, so Stephen took that as a win. “Whatever you're working on sounds… well, impossible, but like it will change the world of medicine. I want to be involved.”

The silence lingered a moment longer.

“Doctor Stephen Strange, you said?” the man asked.

“Yes.”

“Columbia. Top of your class. Got your MD and your PhD at the same time. Considered one of the top neurosurgeons in the field at the moment despite the fact that you only recently finished your residency.” The man let out a low whistle. “Got to say, you look good on paper.”

Stephen didn’t ask where he’d gotten that information. “That doesn’t come close to what I’m capable of,” Stephen said.

The man hummed. “You know what, why not. I’m going to send over an NDA. If you want in, you sign it.”

“Done,” Stephen said quickly. He’d read it through, of course, but this was rebuilding on the cellular level. That was the sort of research that he wanted to be involved in. 

The man laughed, but he sounded almost confused, as though he wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten here. “All right. Well then, I’ll get that NDA to you. Once you sign it you can come to my lab and we can talk.”

“Where’s your lab?”

The man paused. “Right, I guess we never covered that part. Stark Tower.”

Stephen had once heard that SI had a tendency to hire the best in their fields. That was a promising sign for his future collaborator. “Do I get a name to go with that?” Stephen asked. “If I’m asking the receptionist—”

He got a second laugh at that. “Tony,” the man said after a moment. “Tony Stark.”

Stephen froze. Wait, what?

The man—Tony Stark—let out another laugh, as though he knew just how Stephen had reacted. “I’ll see you in a few days, Doctor Strange. I look forward to working with you.” The phone clicked with the end of the call. Tony Stark had just hung up on him, but Stephen could only spare that fact the slightest bit of his attention.

Tony Stark.

Well, this was sure to be interesting.