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PLEASE tell me someone here knows Iron Man Armored Adventures. I loved it so much and watched it at least three times and repeated my favorite episodes but I've never seen anyone talking about it and I feel like it's so underrated like it's sooo good

It's basically about Tony Stark being a teen and at first coping with his dad's death and he now goes to a normal school and has to be a normal teen but like O'brian or whatever his name was tries to take over the company because Tony is not an adult so he can't be in charge of it and Tony investigates and then he meets the Mandarin who's a teen and one of his main enemies and there's also Pepper and they fall in love and she also has a suit and there's Rhodey and he's war machine I think (I watches like three years ago I don't remember much, so maybe he was patriot or smth) and omg it's so awesome and there's also the guys are like

Fuck it. I remember barely anything but trust me it's incredibly awesome and THE DESIGN like look at them

Like that's Tony, pepper and rhodey.

And this is Gene. I love him. He's my baby.

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Tales of Suspense 89 featuring Iron Man and Captain America (May 1967) by Marvel Comics

Written by Stan leen, drawn by Gene Colan and Frank Giacoia.

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GHOSTS AND DEMONS AND EVEN WILDER YET

Opening this weekend:

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire--This fifth feature in the franchise begins with a nice macabre episode set in 1904, like something from a creepier version of Disney's Haunted Mansion. This is followed by an extended chase through the streets of Manhattan, as the current Ghostbusters pursue, in the "Ectomobile," an eel-like flying dragon spirit up from the sewers.

It's a reasonably diverting start, and the movie goes on to deploy, in addition to Paul Rudd and Carrie Coon and the kids from 2021's Ghostbusters: Afterlife, most of the available stars from the 1984 original. Dan Aykroyd, Ernie Hudson, Annie Potts, Williams Atherton and Bill Murray show up--no Sigourney Weaver or Rick Moranis, alas--and not just in cameos but with fairly substantive screen time. I was disappointed that the all-woman crew from the much-maligned and underrated 2016 version wasn't invited to this party, but apparently fans are still traumatized.

Anyway, the old vets here are good company--Murray with his peerless sardonoic line readings, Akyroyd with his gee-whiz delivery of expository gibberish. A couple of new adds, like Patton Oswalt as an authority on the occult and Kumail Nanjiani as a clod who sells Aykroyd the spherical ancient artifact that serves as the McGuffin, also get into the proper, uhm, spirit of things.

On the whole the movie, directed by Gil Kenan from a script by Kenan and Jason Reitman, is an enjoyable lavish no-brainer. The closest it gets to any emotional weight is an intriguing plot strand in which the teenage heroine (Mckenna Grace) bonds, seemingly romantically, with a teen ghost (Emily Alyn Lind) after she's forbidden to go 'busting until she turns 18; the actors manage a touching rapport even through the special effects prism.

But if Frozen Empire--which concerns a horned demon with freezing superpowers imprisoned inside the McGuffin--doesn't feel like a home run, it may be the result of too much wholesomeness. The teen romance and bickering family dynamic didn't quite feel like Ghostbusters to me, somehow. What made the '84 film seem new was its mix of extravagant, big-budget special effects spectacle with the snarky, irreverent slacker sketch-comedy of Murray and the other stars. Only when Frozen Empire taps into this sensibility does it truly thaw out.

The movie is dedicated to Ivan Reitman, director of the original, and this film, like several of the others, includes a nod to Cannibal Girls, Rietman's 1973 shocker starring the impossibly young and adorable Andrea Martin and Eugene Levy. I hope it makes fans seek out that amusing low-budget creepshow; there's a movie that doesn't suffer from too much wholesomeness.

Late Night With the Devil--Here's another wry paranormal chiller set in New York, although it was conceived by the Australian brothers Cameron Cairnes and Colin Cairnes and filmed in Melbourne. The premise is that we're watching the 1976 Halloween episode of a syndicated talk show, a perennial also-ran in the ratings to Johnny Carson. Desperate for a sweeps win, the recently widowed host (David Dastmalchian) stacks the guest list with a hokey stage psychic (Fayssal Bazzi), an Amazing Randi-type skeptic (Ian Bliss), and a psychiatrist (Laura Gordon) and her patient, an angelically smiling teenage girl (Ingrid Torelli). This girl was rescued from a cult and just might be possessed.

From the set to the music to the "More to Come" break cards, the Cairnes Brothers truly capture the look and feel of anything-goes '70s talk shows to a degree that will be nostalgic to those of us who remember them. The movie also evokes sources of the period from The Exorcist to Network (Michael Ironside provides stentorian narration in the manner of Network's Lee Richardson), and the soundtrack includes the likes of Flo & Eddie's "Keep It Warm."

The "found footage" conceit is quickly strained; the supposed "behind the scenes" sequences are pretty cinematic and helpfully narrative. But after a while you accept it, largely because the acting, especially the haunted yet game showmanship of the excellent Dastmalchian, keeps us involved.

It's a little scary, but mostly Late Night With the Devil is, like Network, a tongue-in-cheek satire of TV business culture, with ripe lines like "Ladies and gentlemen, a live television first, as we attempt to communicate with...the Devil. But not before a word from our sponsors." I also loved the implication that no amount of supernatural power could overtake Carson in the ratings in those days. Apparently even the Devil couldn't do that.

At Harkins Shea...

Remembering Gene Wilder--This documentary, directed by Ron Frank, does indeed fondly remember the late comedy great. Frank makes Wilder himself the narrator, using audiobook excerpts from his noirishly-titled 2005 memoir Kiss Me Like a Stranger.

Born Jerry Silberman in Milwaukee, he grew up trying to make his mother laugh, and later drew inspiration from the mental patients he worked with while serving in the U.S. Army. He wanted, he says, something a bit "wilder" for his stage name when he started acting in New York. Cast in Brecht's Mother Courage and her Children at the Martin Beck Theatre in the early '60s, he met leading lady Anne Bancroft's future husband Mel Brooks, who later cast him in The Producers.

From there, we get a chronicle of some of the highlights of Wilder's movie career--not all of them; Quackser Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx and Start the Revolution Without Me, for instance, are passed over. But there's terrific material on Bonnie and Clyde, The Producers, Willy Wonka, Young Frankenstein, his relationship with Richard Pryor, his scenes with the sheep in Woody Allen's Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (he says that Allen told him that he wanted to do a version of Sister Carrie with a sheep instead of Jennifer Jones), and more. My own favorite of Wilder's characters, Jim aka The Waco Kid in Blazing Saddles, is very well represented here.

Talking heads include Brooks, Carol Kane, Mike Medavoy, Alan Alda, Ben Mankiewicz, Rain Pryor, Harry Connick, Jr., Eric McCormack, and Willy Wonka's Charlie Bucket himself, Peter Ostrum, as well as Wilder's widow Karen Wilder, all speaking with unmistakable love. They tell good stories, but the real joy is simply the big dose of Wilder's utterly sui generis blend of innocent sweetness and strangled volatility. If the clips in this movie don't make you smile, you may need to see a doctor.

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Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader

REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚

P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.

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Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve

Warnings: Alcohol, profanity

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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully. 

The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room. 

“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”

Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.” 

“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”

“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”

Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.” 

As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.” 

Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable. 

Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”

Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”

“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.

“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”

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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum. 

It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s. 

However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for  Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.

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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad. 

“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.

“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”

“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”

“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.” 

With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question. 

Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate. 

Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height. 

After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N  crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor. 

"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.

"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.

"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.     

"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.

"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead. 

"Where to, Stark Jr.?"  

"The storage room by the training grounds."

The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.

"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did. 

"What do you mean?" Steve responded.

"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.

"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.

"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence."  Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"

"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."  

Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.   

Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much." 

"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."

"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.

"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.   

Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.  

"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."  

It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."  

Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer." 

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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour. 

Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements. 

Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.

Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"

"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol.  What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted. 

"I'll take 10 more of those, please."

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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear. 

Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated. 

“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred. 

“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.

Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.

"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."

"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."

Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'." 

"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."

Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."

"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."

Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."

Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."

"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.

Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."

The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."

Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"

Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."

Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-." 

Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer." 

Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.

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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.

The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.

"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out." 

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.

"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."

"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.

Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."

Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."

Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection. 

As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?" 

Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."

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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight. 

After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger. 

Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve. 

Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:

‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen  Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’  

Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.

FIN

A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Confusing Dreams and Genes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61544767 by Anonymous The life of a certain young Peter Parker is on a roller coaster ride. It started from seeing a picture in the storage room to strange dreams. He feels so out like this life is not his at all. He feels so strange that he cannot remember some of his childhood at all. Until.…………   Note: English is not my first language so pardon my grammatical errors. ;) Words: 1374, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Awesome Pepper Potts, Protective Pepper Potts, Avengers Family read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61544767

[rolledspinepodcasts]

Dark Horse Presents

Aliens: Havoc (1997)

Aliens: Havoc #1-2 (1997)

by Mark Schultz & Kent Williams & Leif Jones & Duncan Fegredo & D’Israeli & John Totleben & Arthur Adams & Gary Gianni & Geof Darrow & George Pratt & Igor Kordej & Paul Lee & John K. Snyder III & Mark A. Nelson & Peter Bagge & Brian Horton & Dave Taylor & Kelley Jones & Guy Davis & Kellie Strom & Jay Stephens & Jerry Bingham & Kevin Nowlan & Frank Teran & Joel Naprstek & Travis Charest & P. Craig Russell & Adrian Potts & Sean Phillips & Rebecca Guay & Jon J. Muth & Kilian Plunkett & Ron Randall & John Pound & Gene Ha & Vania Zarouliov & Sergio Aragonés & John Paul Leon & Derek Thompson & David Lloyd & Moebius & Dave Cooper & Mike Allred & Tony Millionaire

[kaleidoscopiccc]

june doe day 6 but i run out of motivation halfway through

aka au where nothings different other than how they reacted to living in uranium and who got beheaded

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg/Jane Doe- the most forgettable girl in town

Girlie's parents didnt even realize she was dead. Her home life lead to her being very quiet around people and most people just knew her as "that one stoner couple's kid"

Noel Gruber- the angriest boy in town

Homeboy was so sick of being bullied for being gay that he decided to fight back. Was forced into the choir by Mischa because they needed a 5th member to compete. Still works at taco bell and still fantasizes about monique to escape his shitty life

Mischa Bachinski- the most successful boy in town

Decided to work towards getting really good grades so he could get a scholarship to a college in Ukraine to be with Talia after graduation.

Ricky Potts- the nicest boy in town

He knew he was gonna die young so he decided to make a positive impact on people while he was still alive. Joined the choir to help with tech stuff

Penny Lamb- the most imaginative girl in town

She created imaginary worlds with Ezra at the commune (the creativity gene runs in the Lamb family) and got into art at St cassian

Constance Blackwood- the most romantic girl in town

I dont rly have an explanation for this one

@june-doe-event

[divinitybeings]

You. Spill the beans on your SM ocs.

Pwease? 🥺

Very random Ruth facts for now ig cause I can't tell a story in a coherent way

•Their Full name is Ruth Kettle. It's a pun and if you can tell how exactly I'll kiss you.

•Their Mom is Lydia Potts (maiden name), a baker that used to own a bakery in the spooky town (does it have an actual name?? I can't recall).

• Ruth grows up and becomes a dentist and later on meets Gene Skewer, his close friend and assistant, who gets dragged into Ruth's shenanigans.

•They get in the cult thanks to Bob and pushed to commit various crimes with him. The most vile part in them gets to shine alongside him.

• The incident™ involves Ruth saving Gene and becoming a vampire.

•They become a lot more aggressive with their vampire powers, feeling invencible and untouchable.

•Hunger is painful for them, that's reason why they become so erratic and messy when feeding (aka mauling their victims). Though they do like to play with them when they still have a grip on reality.

• They don't wanna accept that this sadistic side has been a part of them even before they were bit

•They take down all their missing posters and save one to use as a mirror. They often end up tearing them to shreds or talk to it in their most delirious moments.

•This my voice claim for them!

Here's a playlist with lore sprinkled all over it. It's 5 hrs long i gotta rework it 🤧

https://spotify.link/ULimCKSo7yb

I didn't mean to make a spooky month oc this.. this... yeah. They started off so so so silly and now I've given them unncessary complex lore. JUST SO THEY COULD KISS WITH FRANK HSHASHAAA

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Confusing Dreams and Genes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/a2DZXNb by Anonymous The life of a certain young Peter Parker is on a roller coaster ride. It started from seeing a picture in the storage room to strange dreams. He feels so out like this life is not his at all. He feels so strange that he cannot remember some of his childhood at all. Until.…………   Note: English is not my first language so pardon my grammatical errors. ;) Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Awesome Pepper Potts, Protective Pepper Potts, Avengers Family read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/a2DZXNb

[ulkaralakbarova]

Eric O’Neill, a computer specialist who wants to be made an agent is assigned to clerk for Robert Hanssen, a senior agent with 25 years in the FBI, and to write down everything Hanssen does. O’Neill’s told it’s an investigation of Hanssen’s sexual habits, however Hanssen is really suspected of spying for the Soviet Union and Russia for years and being responsible for the deaths of agents working for the United States. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Robert Hanssen: Chris Cooper Eric O’Neill: Ryan Phillippe Kate Burroughs: Laura Linney Juliana O’Neill: Caroline Dhavernas Rich Garces: Gary Cole Dean Plesac: Dennis Haysbert Bonnie Hanssen: Kathleen Quinlan John O’Neill: Bruce Davison Geddes: Jonathan Watton Jim Olsen: Tom Barnett D.I.A. Suit: Jonathan Potts Photographer: David Huband Agent Nece: Catherine Burdon Agent Sherin: Scott Gibson Agent Loper: Courtenay J. Stevens Lisa Hanssen: Clare Stone Greg Hanssen: Jonathan Keltz Michael Rochford: Richard Fitzpatrick Jane: Melissa Thomson Gene Connors: Craig Eldridge Tim Bereznay: Jonathan Whittaker Beautiful Reporter: Reagan Pasternak Vivian O’Neill: Mary Jo Deschanel Libyan Man: Elie Gemael Libyan Wife: Oula Boubkraoui Trunk Cataloguer: Chris Owens SWAT Agent: Jonathon Ruckman Father McKee: Stan Coles Information Center Manager: Bart Bedford Agent Pack: David Frisch Director Louis Freeh: Scott McCulloch Richard: Mathew Lyons Special Agent in Charge: Greg Campbell Man in Car: David O’Neill Latin Speaking Man at Church: Guido Rossi Self (archive footage) (uncredited): John Ashcroft D.C. Driver on Bridge (uncredited): Paul D’Elia FBI Agent (uncredited): Aaron Michael Lacey D.C. Police Officer (uncredited): Mike Monroe Woman on Cell Phone (uncredited): Talia Russo FBI Agent (uncredited): Don Whatley Film Crew: Screenplay: Billy Ray Story: Adam Mazer Story: William L. Rotko Director of Photography: Tak Fujimoto Editor: Jeffrey Ford Producer: Scott Strauss Producer: Scott Kroopf Executive Producer: Adam Merims Executive Producer: Sidney Kimmel Executive Producer: William Horberg Producer: Robert F. Newmyer Casting: Cassandra Kulukundis Production Design: Wynn Thomas Costume Design: Luis Sequeira Art Direction: Andrew M. Stearn Set Decoration: Gordon Sim Music: Mychael Danna Co-Producer: Jeffrey Silver Associate Producer: David O’Neill Additional Casting: Robin D. Cook Set Decoration: Jay Klein Movie Reviews:

[dallasjweston]

A woman of many talents! I'm jealous! I always wanted to play an instrument. Sadly I did not get any musical genes. Okay, so I didn't just make that up in my head then, great! That's an awesome combo. I love it. More Mrs. Potts Angela, or Murder She Wrote? Did you know she played Elvis' mom in Blue Hawaii? Well his character, I mean. It was crazy seeing her so young! I would love that for sure. When and where do you play?

Well hello there gorgeous. I do both actually, I play like six different instruments, but I mainly play guitar for the band. So it is inspired by Angela Lansbury, but also Pamela Anderson. We have the raw sex appeal of Pamela, but the quiet dignity of Angela. You should come listen to us some time.

[phawareglobal]

Dunbar Ivy, MD - phaware® interview 472

Dr. Dunbar Ivy, a pediatric cardiologist at the University of Colorado, discusses the upcoming World Symposium on Pulmonary Hypertension, where experts from around the world will gather to discuss the progress made and future directions. Dr. Ivy highlights the work of the pediatric pulmonary hypertension task force, which aims to develop expert opinions on various topics, including the role of different therapies for patients who have failed all available medical treatments. The task force also focuses on understanding genetic abnormalities and developmental lung disorders, defining pulmonary hypertension in neonates, and addressing the challenges of clinical trials for pediatric patients.The task force plans to publish their findings in 2024 and welcomes feedback from the medical community.

Hi, I’m Dunbar Ivy. I'm a pediatric cardiologist at the University of Colorado in Denver, Colorado. I've had an interest in pulmonary hypertension for very close to 30 years. For me, it's been a very exciting journey to see things move from really, no therapies, to one therapy to over 12 therapies. That's really been exciting to be able to use some of those medicines off label, but I think they really have helped children and improve survival. This year will be our next meeting of the World Symposium on Pulmonary Hypertension. It's a meeting every five years or so. The goals of the meeting are to get experts from around the world in all aspects of pulmonary hypertension to bring together and develop ideas as to where have we come since the last meeting certainly, and also where should we go? What are the things that we need to keep working on? It's exciting for us. I believe this is our third year to have a pediatric pulmonary hypertension task force. I think it's really wonderful to see how far pediatrics has come. There are eight clinicians chosen by the steering committee to meet and develop our own ideas and to write them down and to develop a paper so that we can share some knowledge. It's important to note that they're not guidelines. They're sort of an expert opinion kind of document. The group is going to focus on several things. One is in patients who have failed all available medical therapies, what is the role of the Potts shunt versus an atrial septostomy versus lung transplant? Which patient would benefit most from which of those therapies? And is there a preferred order? Some of this I think really depends on the capabilities of the center, but we'll try to provide some guidance in terms of which therapy for which patient. Other things that we're very interested in is there's been really an explosion of interest in knowledge in developmental lung disorders from genetic abnormalities. The TBX4 mutation has raised a lot of interest in which patients have this, and it's the second most common gene mutation and is interestingly found even in adults sort of later on or in newborn babies. So, there's some exciting pathobiology that we need to learn about, for example, for that mutation, but also others. We're going to work on the definition of pulmonary hypertension in neonates. I think that's well established in adults that they have a mean pulmonary pressure greater than 20 millimeters of mercury in an elevated pulmonary vascular resistance. But many of the patients that we take care of are neonates and we're not able to perform cardiac catheterization on them. So, we're trying to define some criteria that would be suggestive of an elevation of pulmonary artery pressure. Then, the key really is to say why is the pressure elevated? Is it from a left heart problem? Is it a right heart problem? Is it from pulmonary veins? Is it from intracardiac shunt, for example? I think there's a need for that for some definition of pulmonary hypertension in neonates.

  It's a well-known and well respected conference. These are proceedings, again, they're not guidelines. But I think they're very well-read and I think that people take these recommendations seriously. From being on the committee for the last two sessions, we do get challenged on our thoughts, which is totally fine. But I think again, it sort of helps people to focus a little bit and to have a more clear definition of some things and directions. One very, very important area is clinical trials for approval of medications in children with pulmonary hypertension. The approach is similar but very different between the US and Europe. I think there's a higher standard showing a drug is effective in the United States, whereas in Europe, they tend to rely more on the adult trials for the efficacy. Then, they look at the pharmacokinetics, how the drug is metabolized and what the drug levels are in safety. Now, certainly we still do that in children in the States, but we'd like to have a common pathway for Europe and the US for drug approval. One of the things that we will discuss is the challenges of enrollment. In order to get a drug approved in the United States, we are going to have to have enrolled trials. Right now, a lot of the trials are stopped early because they can't enroll. So, there's been a lot of thought about why that is. The design of the trials has changed so that I think families were very nervous about repeat heart catheterizations, for example. So those are not allowed in the trials anymore. Many of them will have a heart catheterizations as an entry criteria just to be sure that we know the right disorder. But then we're looking for non-invasive ways to show that the drugs are helping the children. I think the trickle down is that we always learn a lot from our adult colleagues. They have more evidence-based guidelines than we do. Ours are more experience-based. So, when I go to that meeting, I try to attend every session I can to learn from our adult colleagues. There's 14 other sessions and one pediatric, so we're in the minority, but it's a very passionate group. I think all of us like going to the whole meeting and not just to the pediatric session. These are the ideas that we have. We will continue to meet at least monthly to go through these ideas and work them out and see if we're thinking about things correctly. Then, we're pretty sure the manuscript will be published this year in 2024. So, we'll be excited to get our ideas out there and also to get feedback. My name is Dr. Dunbar Ivy, and I'm aware that my patients are rare.

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[eliah]

[thelonesomequeen]

Hi. I just finished classes for their semester & I’m on my 2 week break from classes. Feeling nostalgic & wanted to wish Queen, Mrs. Potts, Ariel, & Pascal a wonderful holiday season! This blog has always been so much fun (even during all the nonsense). And that’s because of the mods (and the anons that aren’t meannies). I remember years ago coming on here when Jenny was always posting cryptic stuff during the holidays and my family’s like “WTF are you laughing at?!” when I wanted to check out during one of “those” convos. Now Chris is all married and junk. lol! Look at us huh? Who’d have thought 😂 Anyways, wishing you ladies nothing but the best. Thanks for the laughs. Things are rough out there. And don’t hate me… I hope this Gene Kelly project stays buried. I would rather see him in other projects 😶‍🌫️ He does comedy better than he thinks. The losers and Scott pilgrim are my heart! ❤️