#for a while

[short666bread]

post-argument, self-indulgent, wallow-y, catastrophic/vindictive self-harm fantasy, he’s so normal

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Solstice, Shana! more Lady Mo or something else genderbendy?

Tony's spent her whole life proving she was good enough to make it in a man's world. Her own father had written her off as a debutante, but he'd let her spend time in his workshop and look over the papers spread over his desk, on his lap or a safe distance away from all the sparks. He probably thought she liked the pictures and the lights.

She builds an engine when she's six years old, her dress torn and stained with grease and and burning with pride as she grins up at her father.

It's the first time Howard ever sees her and, she thinks, when he stops loving her.

Existing in a man's world is different than being a man. She's not allowed to forget, to indulge, she can't ever be anything else any other way than a performance.

Her whole life is a performance, so maybe there's no real difference.

She can wear broad silhouettes and make sure no one calls her Antonia and keep her hair in it's iconic pixie cut have her employees call her sir - ma'am was her mother, she says with a laugh, and god knows she took more after daddy dearest - and she spends so much of her time having dick measuring contests with generals and business rivals and every man that thinks he can put his hands on her that sometimes it's a shock to remember she doesn't have one of her own.

It's not that she doesn't like being a girl, that she doesn't get a thrill out of outrageous dresses and all her soft curves, that she doesn't like at least seeing something of her mother in her mouth and her nose.

It's just that she thinks that she could be something more. That she is something more.

But that sort of things belong to someone who doesn't have her life, her job and her responsibilities and the eyes of the world watching her every move.

~

She doesn't even think about the fact that the armor is a man, narrow hips and broad shoulders and nothing feminine about his cold curves of metal, until Pepper sees it.

Pepper is quiet after, pressing ice to her bruises as she sits by Tony's hips. Her eyes stray to the arc reactor, a diamond of light glowing between her breasts. A circle would have been a more solid matrix but would have required her to get a mastectomy to make it fit.

She's thought about having a smooth chest before, but in the moment when it was an option that she could reasonably provide to the public - a medical device, for her health - she'd balked, and lost a day to redesign to make it something less, something that would fit and not require her to change to too much.

It had felt like a metaphor, or a sermon, as she'd beat sheets of metal until she bled.

Pepper asks, "Is it to protect your identity? So they don't think it's you?"

Tony stares, caught off guard, her mouth open in answer that she hesitates to give because she knows it's a lie. She doesn't like lying to Pepper.

She softens. "Or is it the opposite?"

Tony is sore and exhausted and Obie is acting strangely and Rhodey isn't talking to her (he calls her and he'll call again and again until she picks up, but he won't say a word, will just listen to her breathe to make sure she still is and then hang up like a fucking a coward) and she just killed sort of a lot of people and her weapons are where they shouldn't be and every defense she's built up around this question feels like it's crumbling around her.

"Pepper," she says, then can't bring herself to say anything else.

She doesn't want to lie to her.

"I like the paint job," Pepper says, hand soft where it's gripping her shoulder. Tony hasn't had soft hands since her father loved her.

"I like red," Tony says and Pepper's cheeks turn the same color as her hair.

[dryya-doesnt]

It’s been a rough week for me with classes allergies and sinus infections and everything so what better than to project it all onto a fictional character 🫶🫶🫶 sorry mcd aphmau

Only good news for this week is that my hard copy proofs of prints should be coming in next week so I’ll be able to update shop listings w the images I take 🫶🫶

[pinkeoni]

one more thing i love that you can still see will's sad eyes from a distance

[phosbogey]

sorry chat

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

i just need everything to stop

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I'm h o m e and first thing I did was unpack my comics and redo my whole system-

Here's the WIP of my insanity :D

Lego Bat now has his Lil buddy :) (I'm aiming for Alfred or a Batmobile next to help balance-)

[starry-907]

chosen week day 5 - flight

so i accidentally did a drawing for a day later in the week instead of today, so i decided for today i'd do more "sticks on irl photos" drawings, this time with photos i've actually taken!

this can also be considered a hand reveal skdlfkfjsjd

[duccusstuff702]

I'm still trying to heal myself (｀；ω；´)

I'll answer all of y'all questions once I feel better. I'm sorry for this inconvenience, hhhhh

[stainedlilac]

Day 100000 of pining for the stale old man

[noxlysium]

i am coping so hard about the fact that we couldve gotten something nice. FUCK i want more jean i need to see more of him and harry and the others, FUCK.

its fucking tearing me apart and makes me mad because we COULD have gotten something good if these fucking rats didn't fuck everyone over. goddamn it

[ohnoitsjetster]

Guys I think high school is killing me

[pauls1967moustache]

idk i think the fact that there are these weird little pockets of time in 1968 where john/paul/yoko are playing at some semblance of normalcy between the three of them suggests that john had not actually decided to give up on paul in any regard.

[the-bishops-cardinal]

"Our Father who art in heaven."

Some Faith: The Unholy Trinity fan art in a study of Mike Mignola art.

Im getting there

Here's the blue one:

[orangeindivdual]

Moon has an identity crisis and looks to me with bloodthirsty eyes 😊