#iron man 3 lockscreens

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[embracethedits]

Tony Stark Lockscreens

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[natashowlet]

sorry i didn’t specify.. but pepper pots locks please love💙💙

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[lixnoir]

avengers lockscreens

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[myriaeden]

Tony Stark Lockscreens

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[loudestcloud]

I wanted to make some Christmas lock screens and when I looked for inspiration. It was all movies. So I thought for a small second about my favourite Christmas movie and here we are. Ngl, I forgot about endgame until half way into making the 2nd one and almost cried.

I actually spent a long time on these

[rcvenger]

pastel arc reactor lockscreens! please like/reblog if you use!

[marktuansvevo]

baby fever

warnings; sexual content, slight cursing, lapslock, jinyoung is a gentleman

word count; just under 1,500

author’s note; im back with a little jinyoung fic!! i’m on week 12 of the semester so once the holidays roll around im going to try to be more active on here ♡ (also, if you want to check out my masterlist, you can find it here!)

you were putting yourself in a bad mood.

plain and simple.

it all started when jinyoung had accompanied you to your mother’s house for a family get together - your nephew’s 7th birthday party. it was hard getting over to your family home alone, nonetheless with your boyfriend. three of his castmates had gotten a stomach bug from a fancy restaurant they went to, so the whole crew got a weekend off. it was perfect timing for the two of you to enjoy a weekend off together  at your family home.

the two of you mingled with your extended family, your family being more intrigued with jinyoung than with you. you couldn’t blame them - being in an actor was so much more exciting than being a sleep deprived college student. you absentmindedly listened to him tell stories from when he was on set that you’ve heard a million times. you didn’t mind, but he was always scared he was boring you, so he squeezed your hand as a way of saying thank you.

it wasn’t just all about him, though. jinyoung would always praise you about the grades you were earning; “did you know y/n got a 102% on her latest exam? she really is the smartest woman I know,” he would praise, making you blush as your relatives congratulated you.

you sat by jinyoung at the dinner table, feeling so at home. you knew he belonged with you. in years prior, you had always felt funny bringing significant others into your house — none of them ever fitting in right. now, sitting at the dinner table as your father laughed at one of jinyoung’s joke, you had never felt so complete.

you loved him so much.

dinner was over shortly, your nephew, siwoo, getting antsy waiting to open his presents. “auntie!!” he giggled. “come sit with me and read the cards.”

“siwoo, you’re a big boy now, you can’t read?” you teased him as you let him climb into your lap, handing the presents to him.

“this one is from you!!” he squealed, tearing the iron man bag open and yelling in surprise at the iron man costume, all your relatives giggling at him. “can I put it on??”

“sure, baby, after you open the rest of the presents!”

“oh yeah!” you giggled at him, looking over at your boyfriend who was taking pictures of you with siwoo. he winked when he realized you were staring.

the evening was winding down, a couple of your other younger cousins, siwoo, jinyoung and yourself were hanging out in the sunroom, watching iron man 3. siwoo sat in jinyoung’s lap (so you almost died of had a heart attack of cuteness). you giggled as your boyfriend dozed off, taking a picture of him to embarrass him...or maybe for your lock screen.

“jinyoung,” you cooed. “why don’t we get going?”

“what?? you guys can’t go??” siwoo groaned, his eyelashes pooling with tears. you frowned, you knew how tired the poor baby was.

“siwoo, honey don’t cry. me and uncle will be back tomorrow morning. hey, jinnie, im gonna go get my purse.”

“okay,” he kissed you, making the poor birthday boy wail harder.

“i hate you, jinyoung,” siwoo cried. not going to lie, that hurt, jinyoung thought to himself.

“hey, now what would auntie think if you heard you said that to me? she’d be so disappointed, sweetheart,” siwoo frowned, and muttered a small but sincere sorry. “it’s okay, siwoo.”

“its just that, grandma says you take auntie y/n away from us. that she doesn’t have time for us because she’s with you,” jinyoung didn’t think his feelings could be hurt anymore than earlier when the boy admitted his hatred for him, but kids were honest. it was` brutal. it hurt him because he knew your mother was saying this in front of your cousins, and very impressionable nephews.

“well, siwoo, did you know that your auntie,” he pauses for dramatic effect and lowers his voice. “did you know she works for iron man? and, as iron mans number one fan, you know they have very busy schedules right? y/n has to travel, all the while saving the world. does that make sense?” siwoo nods his head, eyes as big as saucers, taking in the information. “when I grow up, I want to be just like auntie!!”

jinyoung didn’t even know you were lingering in the doorframe, listening to his conversation. your heart and tummy were flooded with adoration for this man. no one else in the world could handle being verbally stomped on by a seven year old quite like jinyoung could.

you left, bidding siwoo a happy birthday, promising to come back in the morning, kissing your relatives goodbye as well.  

the car ride home was met with comfortable silence, you staring out the window at the night sky and wondering how the hell you got so lucky.

you were going to pounce on him tonight.

as soon as you got into the hotel, you kissed him, soft and tender. “you’re so perfect, jinyoung,” you purred. his cheeks flamed up. “you know exactly how to work a room, but you never make it about yourself. a seven year old says he hates you and you take it in stride.”

“that actually made me want to cry,” he chuckled, letting you kiss him again.

“you’re perfect. i don’t know how i got so lucky....i love you so much, jinyoung,” his eyes softened.

“i love you too, baby...let me show you how much.”

your perfect boyfriend whisked you into the suite and onto the queen sized bed, taking his time removing your clothes. it was slow and passionate at first, and then became more feral, jinyoung whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he pounded into you, making you cry out. it was quite the contradiction, but it was delicious and you loved it. “y..y/n, i need to cum baby,” he warned as he was about to pull out. the two of you were too excited to be going on a weekend trip together that you forgot to bring condoms. sure, you were on birth control, but with his acting schedule and you still in your master’s program, it just wasn’t the right time for a baby.

jinyoung was about to pull out when you wrapped your legs around his torso, keeping him in you. “cum in me, jinyoung, please,” you begged him, smiling when he obeyed your request, moaning into your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm. he went limp against your body.

“i love you,” he muttered before falling fast asleep. you giggled, letting him doze off while laying on you. you didn’t mind, you wouldn’t be up much longer, anyways.

~

you woke up before jinyoung, pushing his sticky body off of you. he smiled, kissing your face. “you’re still afterglowing,” he mused. “my baby is the prettiest.”

“and you’re the most handsome,” you giggled. he smiled. “did you bring your birth control, baby? i can’t believe we forgot condoms.”

you stayed silent. his comment pissed you off for some reason. your smile was long gone. “because that would be the worst thing in the world, knocking me up?? god, jinyoung you can be so insensitive,” you cried as you sat up in bed, facing away from him.

“hey, y/n....what did i do?”

“you’re so fucking mean, jinyoung,” you were crying now, burying your face in your hands.

“why are you so upset with me, baby? i can’t help you if you wont tell me,” he said gently.

you did not deserve this man.

“I...i want our own siwoo, jinyoung. i want a mini jinyoung moving around in my belly. i want you to give me a baby, jinnie,” you were crying into his chest now.

“oh...baby...i can give you a baby...but i thought we agreed it’s too soon?” his eyes were as big as saucers now. “hey...talk to me baby.”

“i just want to be done with school. i want to get our lives going. i feel like im slowing us down. i just want a family with you. you are my family.”

“oh, honey...don’t wish our lives away. you’re right where you’re supposed to be. you’re not slowing anything down....hey look at me,” you did. “everything will fall into place. i will give you all the babies you want, love, okay? i love our future children, but i want to enjoy our time together, okay?”

“i know you’re right i know...i was literally blinded with baby fever seeing you with siwoo last night.”

“you’re going to be the best mommy, honey. look at this picture of the two of you,” he showed you his lockscreen — a candid of you with your nephew in your lap with your head thrown back in laughter. “you’re my whole world, y/n.” he smiled sincerely. “now, let’s go day drinking at your mom’s house!”

[itsnothesameasitwas]

thank you so much @sryluvidrc for tagging me!!! <3 i really enjoyed read yours twinie haha

Screenshots

1. picrew

2. my lockscreen it's an animated photo of harry, specifically of the golden mv bts.

3. the last song i've listened is ribs - lorde

4. my last saved is a zoomed pic of the harry's chest hair and the banana necklace

four songs i’ve heard today

1. girls/girls/boys - panic! at the disco

2. dreams - fleetwood mac

3. montero (call me by your name) - lil nas x

4. twice - catfish and the bottlemen

seven comfort films

1. the little mermaid

2. the proposal

3. raising helen

4. red

5. iron man

6. taken

7. the intern

hehehehe

name/nickname: ana, anny, anita, ana banana etc...

star sign: taurus sun, virgo moon, libra rising

favourite bands/groups: 1D, artic monkeys, the script, fleetwood mac

favourite solo artists: louis tomlinson, harry styles, niall horan, liam payne, zayn malik (yes! im an ot5)... lorde, sam fender, lewis capaldi, benito.

song stuck in my head: soliá - bad bunny

last movie: uhh i think was to all the boys i've loved before

last show: law and order uve (i rewatching it lmaoo)

when did I create this blog: i think was at the end of 2016 (bc someone forgot her password of her old blog) but I leave around july/august of 2017 and then i decided came back for the 10th anniversary

what do I post about: i mostly reblog hl/ot5, but sometimes i answer asks about my larents hehe

last thing I googled: hahaha i googled a tom holland's interview... the one when he forgets he has a translator hahahahah

other blogs: a personal/secret blog and around 2013-2016 i used to have a 1d blog but i forgot my password lmaooo and i think its deactived now (but who knows)

do I get asks: mmm yes, but i'm the worst answering them so my inbox is full all the time (if you sent me something sorry i love u)

why did I choose this url: i explained this a while ago... here

following: +500... srry i follow everyone

followers: the number of happines ;)

average hours of sleep: depends... mon-fri around 8 and the weekends around 12/?

lucky number: 2

instruments: piano and violin

what I am wearing: a pijama ;)

dream job: i don't want to work... i wanna be like the San Petrinas (kind of woman in mexico)

dream trip: trip along europe or south america

favourite food: well i love everything but if you're from the south of mexico you obviously like queso relleno or a ceviche <3 (mexican food always)

nationality: mexican

favourite song: omg idk... but im currently obssesed with stockholm syndrome - 1d and shine on your crazy diamonds - pink floyd

last book I read: omg idk... probably the portrait of dorian gray by oscar wilde

three fictional universes you’d like to live in: mmm i love marvel but im not a super fan, harry potter and a friend wrote a fic based on game of thrones and im in love with the universe ;)

i’m tagging @harrysuits @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @theymetinthetoihlet @springloveswinter @onlyforthekings @louistomlinboo @lighthouselarrie @hershelsue and anyone else who wants to do it! (when you've done it tag me in yours please i'll be happy to read it <3)

[whimsicalrogers]

This masterlist broke somehow, it only works on mobile, ill be fixing it at some point, until then. SORRY!

Links to my Marvel edits

Avergers 

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4

Headers - 1

Pride icons

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Lockscreens - 1

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier 

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35

Icons - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

Headers - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel 

Lockscreens 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Icons - 1

Headers - 1,

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Icons - 1, 2, 3

Erik Killmonger 

Icons - 1

Gabe Jones 

Icons - 1

Loki Laufeyson

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4

Icons - 1, 2

Headers - 1, 2, 3

Maria Rambeau

Icons - 1

May Parker

Icons - 1

Nakia

Lockscreen - 1

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Icons - 1, 2, 3, 4

Headers - 1

Okoye

Lockscreens - 1, 2

Icons - 1

Peggy Carter

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Icons - 1, 2, 3

Headers - 1

Pepper Potts

Icons - 1

Peter Paker

Lockscreens - 1

Headers - 1

Pietro Maximoff

Lockscreens - 1,

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Lockscreens- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Icons - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Headers - 1, 2, 3

Sharon Carter /  Agent 13

Lockscreens - 1

Icons - 1

Shuri

Icons - 1

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38

Icons - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Headers - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

T'Challa / Black Panther

Icons - 1

Thor Odinson

Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Icons - 1

Headers - 1, 2

Tony Stark / Iron Man

 Lockscreens - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Icons - 1, 2, 3

Headers - 1, 2

Valkyrie

Icons - 1

Vision

Lockscreens - 1

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Lockscreens - 1

Icons - 1

Headers - 1

Yelena Belova / Black Widow

Icons - 1

Cappy Holidays - 1, 2

[theymetinthetoihlet]

Thank you @louismyantidote for tagging me!

Screenshots

1. Picrew

2. Lockscreen

It’s a picture of my baby girl 🐶 I miss her so much 💕

3. The last song I’ve listened to

4. My last saved

It’s from Sanremo and it can be a good reaction picture of “me vs anyone else” 😂

Four songs I’ve heard today

Fingers-Zayn

Musica leggerissima-Colapesce/Dimartino

UGH!-The 1975

Levitating-Dua Lipa

Seven comfort films

A Night’s Tale

The Proposal

The Notebook

Two weeks notice

Cinderella Story (yes)

Captain America:Winter Soldier

The Devil Wears Prada

Name/Nickname: C.

Star sign: Leo sun,Aquarius moon,Taurus rising

Favourite bands/groups: 1D,The 1975, Coldplay, Måneskin, Maroon 5, Little Mix

Favourite solo artists: ot5 (you know the bitches), Billie Eilish, Britney Spears, Dua Lipa, Maluma, Sam Fender, Adele

(I forgot SO many of them in both categories)

Song stuck in my head: In my blood-Shawn Mendes

Last movie: Iron Man

Last show: Ginny and Georgia

When did I create this blog: I think it was in 2014? Or maybe 2015?

What do I post about: I reblog stuff about 1D, ot5, fics, fan arts...sometimes I scream in the tags about the latest drama

(I used to post a lot more stuff on here but then I decided to create a side blog for all those obsessions lmao)

Last thing I googled: the name of the site where I’m watching the marvel movies 🏴‍☠️

Other blogs: my side blog “theonewheresheposts”

Do I get asks: sometimes I do

Why did I choose this url: because...they did meet in a toilet indeed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Following: 181

Followers: +500! I’m a little baby!

Average hours of sleep: 5 if I’m lucky

Lucky number: 3-12

Instruments: flute

What I am wearing: my pyjamas

Dream job: That’s just for me to know soz

Dream trip: Australia/South America

Favourite food: Let me Italian real quick: PIZZA

Nationality: Italian

Favourite song: I have plenty. I will go with Creep by Radiohead for now

Last book I read: the last completed one is “The Songs of Achilles”. Currently reading “How to Analyze People”

Three fictional universes you’d like to live in: Stars Hollow, Downton Abbey, 911 universe

Do they count as fictional universes? I don’t know. They’re fictional so they should,if they don’t.

I’m tagging @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @not-that-lmportant @hl28 @babyhoneyhi @violeblanche @curlyhairedprince @ishipmutualrespect @nonsocomechiamareilmioblog1 and whoever wants to do it!

[randomperson10890]

DD

Marvel Rain Lockscreens Edits made by me :)

[losingmymindtonight]

So like, Peter having a Razor scooter and then Tony wanting to be a part of the fun and getting one too.

“Aw.” Tony held up a pair of Iron Man pajamas, grinning as widely as if he’d found a rare treasure. “Cute, kid.”

“Hey.” Peter blushed, snatching them away from his mentor and carefully storing them in the box they’d dedicated for things to keep. “Don’t mock me.”

“Don’t worry, Pete. I’d never mock my biggest fan.”

They were standing in the Parker’s small storage compartment on the outskirts of the city, going through years worth of items that had piled up. Neither May nor Peter had been in it since Ben died, but now the facility was closing, which meant that they had to go through everything.

Which meant that they had to sort through dozens of bins weighed down with memories, marked by pieces of duct tape bearing Ben’s messy scrawl.

Peter had dreaded it, and the fact that he could see May dreading it too made him dread it even more.

A never-ending cycle of dread and repeat.

That was, until Tony broke it by offering to help.

Peter had nearly cried with relief when he’d offered that he and Peter could go through the items together. 

“You’ve got enough to worry about, May.” His mentor had offered with a charming grin. “The kid and I can handle it. It’ll be a fun boy’s activity. You’d like that, right Pete?”

And so far, he had liked it. They’d eaten greasy fast food while leaning against the outside of the storage shed, summer breeze tugging at their clothes. They’d taken a few breaks to play Uno on a stack of rib-height boxes. Tony had even brought a speaker, and they’d played loud 80s music while shifting through piles and piles of anything from school trophies to dishtowels.

Peter had dreaded these excursions at first. Had dreaded the concept of stumbling across thoughts he didn’t want to think. 

Now, though, he loved the trips. Loved the hours of comfortable banter that they threw lazily around the shed. Loved the sunshine, the music, the comfortable silence.

He could face the boxes crammed with ghosts, so long as Tony was standing at his side.

As if sensing the solemn direction of his thoughts, the man he’d just been thinking about poked him in the side with a yardstick. “Why do you have, uh,” he held up three more, a look of indignation on his face, “four yardsticks? Who needs four yardsticks?”

Peter laughed. “I think Ben got them free when an old Home Depot shut down.”

“That still doesn’t excuse it.” His mentor shifted a box, peeing into it. His face instantly lit up into a grin. “Jackpot.”

“What?” Peter’s head snapped up, suddenly on high alert. “What did you find?”

“Nothing.”

“Mister Stark.” He moved to yank the box away, but Tony pulled it back, grin only growing.

“Oh, kiddo. You were so cute with that bowl cut.” He tugged out a photo and held it up. “Ever thought of going back to that style?”

“Oh no. Is that a box of…?”

“Yep. Embarrassing childhood photos.” He shifted through a few more stacks, face softening from mischief to fondness. “You had braces? And glasses? Oh my god, you were adorable.”

“I’m actually begging you to stop.”

Tony continued as if Peter had never spoken. “There are tapes in here, too. This is the best day of my life.” He selected one, and glanced at the label. “Peter B. Parker. End of Year Performance. 2005.”

“I’ll do anything. I’ll wash one of your cars. I’ll play sick and get you out of one of those board meetings you hate. I’ll-”

“Peter B. Parker. First Soccer Tournament. 2006.” Somehow, his mentor’s smile got even bigger. “Peter B. Parker. Halloween: Iron Man. 2007.”

“Mister Staaaark.” He dragged out his mentor’s last name petulantly. “Please.”

Tony relented, setting the box aside. “I’ll spare you for now, kiddo. But don’t think we aren’t watching those later.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He tossed a stuffed rabbit in his direction. “Yes, I do.”

Tony threw an old, peeling soccer ball back. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I-”

He stopped dead when he saw what Tony had just pulled out from where it had been wedged between a stack of bins and an old Science Fair poster board.

His mentor grinned. “A Razor scooter, huh? Wow, Pete. You never told me you were a cool kid.”

“Oh my god!” Peter lunged for the scooter, childlike excitement jumping in his chest. “I wondered where that went! Uncle Ben got it for me at a Police Auction.”

Tony smiled gently, understanding the weight of the reference as he passed the old toy over. “Wanna keep it, then?” He winked. “Maybe Spider-Man can re-brand himself as a scooter riding viglante. Leave the webslinging in the past. Now this is how you get around in style.”

Peter giggled, using the few feet of empty space around his feet to coast for a second. “It is pretty cool. More people should use them.”

“They should.” Tony crossed his arms, expression leaking with a kind of parental indulgence. “Know any tricks?”

His face fell a little as he pondered the question. “No. I-I never really rode it.”

“Why not?”

“Well, the best part was supposed to be scootering around with your friends, y’know?” Peter shrugged, trying to conceal the childish pang of rejection. “I didn’t, well, have friends. Not really.”

Tony frowned, hand clenching like he wanted to reach for Peter but had stopped the motion before it could begin. “What about Ned?”

“I didn’t meet Ned until Middle School, Mister Stark.”

“Well,” Tony said, taking the scooter from his hands and setting it beside the box of photos and tapes, “we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

A text popped up on Peter’s lockscreen early the next day.

TS: Meet me in the lab at 3:30. It’s important.

That afternoon, he’d rushed to the Tower in a flurry of excitement, possibilities jumping around in his head like heated popcorn kernels. Was it a mission? A new project with one of the suits?

The first thing he noticed when he ran into the lab was that it was empty.

Like, completely empty.

All the work tables had been taken somewhere. The only evidence of the old layout was the beaten up couch, still pressed in the corner of the room.

And sitting on the couch was Tony Stark himself, a lazy grin on his face as he watched Peter’s bemusement.

“Uh, Mister Stark?”

“Yes, Mister Parker?”

He took a few steps in his mentor’s direction, eyes still sweeping around the barren room. He hadn’t realized how big the space was before, with all the clutter. “What, uh, what did you do to your lab?”

Tony stood, then, and pulled two Razor scooters out from behind the couch. A brand new one, and Peter’s old one. “I made us a makeshift scooter arena.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Tony Stark, on a Razor scooter? “You can’t be serious.”

“I never learned how to ride one either, Pete.” He shoved the worn handles into Peter’s hands. “So, we’ll learn together.”

“It’s not hard, Mister Stark.” He pushed off, and glided a few feet before stopping. “You just do it.”

Tony followed, purposefully bumping into Peter but snapping a protective arm out to steady him when he wobbled. “Yeah? Wanna race, then?”

I can’t believe that this is my life. 

Despite the thought, his face lit up with a playful grin. “Oh, you’re on.”

They ended up splayed out on the couch, sweaty and tired but still smiling like little kids. Peter’s hair was curling in a way that would have made him self-conscious just a year ago. Now, however, he just basked in the looks of obvious affection that Tony was shooting his way.

Tony threw a lazy arm over his shoulders. “Have fun, Pete?”

“Yeah.” He rolled his head so that he was looking up at his mentor’s face. “Thank you.”

A pause. Then, a voice filled with something quiet yet genuine. “You’re welcome, kid.”

They sat in a silence for a while, happy to just breathe and exist and be contented by each other’s presence.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Peter leaned forward and riffled around in his pockets before pulling out a folded piece of paper. “This is for you.”

“Oh?” Tony took it from his hand without a second thought. “You got me a present?”

“I didn’t really get it, exactly.” He shifted awkwardly as the man unfolded the paper. “You can throw it out, if you want.”

He studied the drawing even as Tony did. The childish lines, scrawled out in crayon. Iron Man, flying over a shoddy New York skyline. The message, letters big and blocky in the way only children could accomplish.

My favorite superhero is Iron Man. He is the best and bravest superhero. I love him.

Peter Parker 

His mentor blinked a few times, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, he tugged the teenager back into his side, ruffling his sweat-damp hair in the process.

“Throw it out?” His gaze flickered between the smeared crayon and Peter’s hopeful eyes. “There’s gotta be laws about defacing pieces of classic art, kid. And do I look like I’d survive in jail?”

[leviathan-says-hi]

Tagged ask-meme/about...thing

Tagged by @goodboysatan

(Oh wow, I'm uh, honoured you're asking about me but be prepared for disappointment, I'm as dull as they come! Also very rambly as you will see. Whoops 😅)

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better (I cheated here, sorry!)

Star sign: Pisces 🐟

Gender: I'm a guy ✌️

Height: Uhhh...some awkward middle ground between 5'7 and 5'8 I think? (173-176 ish cm)

Sexuality: *wibbly wobbly hand gestures*

(Real talk I don't go out often enough or speak to enough people to know who I'm attracted to lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyone who's nice I guess)

What image do you have as a wallpaper?:

Lockscreen:

Wallpaper:

(Was Cardinal Copia for months but I recently saw a production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night and remembered my love for Mark Rylance as the Countess Olivia. Yes, I'm aware it's a very niche interest 😅)

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?: Oh man. I'm currently working on my biomed degree and looking to specialise in Evolutionary Psychology and neuroscience, so the ultimate dream would probably be to get my PhD. On a smaller (and probably more attainable 😂) scale, a small flat filled with bean bags, cacti and pots of pens sounds like heaven. Hopefully there's a dog or two in my future as well. (Finally finishing this book I'm trying to illustrate wouldn't hurt either! 🤪)

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: Walking through a forest in a pouring thunderstorm wearing a big ol' jumper 😊

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: "Coolest" is...debatable, but my favourite was when I was the vampire teddy from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Pointy wig, lots of face paint and a cape I already owned and wore on a regular basis (yeah, I was THAT kid). I was maybe 10 or 11 and made it myself, so you can probably guess what the quality was like 😂

What’s your favorite 90s show?: Mhh...I actually don't really watch TV, just the same 2 or 3 series on repeat because I have the dvd 😅 I guess X-Files / Will and Grace? They're the ones I return to the most I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Last kiss: Mhh, probably the last time I was in a relationship, say 6/7 years ago? Unless we're also counting dog kisses in which case just now! He's a good boy 🖤

Have you ever been stood up?: I don't think so? I've had friends bail on plans but that's about it. I honestly don't socialise enough for this to happen to me :P

Have you ever been to Vegas?: Never even been to America!

Favorite pair of shoes: Either a pair of (falling apart) black and white baseball boots or my black hiking boots that look like they've been through the apocalypse 😂

Favorite fruit: I'm a terrible human and don't eat nearly as much fruit as I should, but blue raspberry is my favourite flavour of anything so??? I guess raspberries??? Maybe??? Idk pomegranate seeds are fun too and I'll literally have cucumber with anything (botanically speaking it's TECHNICALLY a fruit so I'm cheating and counting it as one so I don't get shamed for being so unhealthy 😂)

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: Probably snorting hammer beads as a kid (think they're called perler beads in other places? Those tiny plastic things you melt together with an iron?) and having to induce a nosebleed to get them out...while my parents had company over and I had locked myself in the bathroom pretending everything was fine. I don't even remember why I did it 😂

Favorite book: Ok so my attention span sucks and I don't read nearly as much as I used to, but I still have some old favourites:

° "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame" by Victor Hugo (The book, the musical, the Broadway show, it's all good 👌👌👌)

° "Roadside Picnic" by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky (ye olde Russian sci-fi. Still good today)

° "The Picture Of Dorian Grey" by Oscar Wilde (selling your soul for eternal beauty? Relatable. Fun fact, for an assignment at 15 I basically wrote fanfiction of this. Got an A 😂)

° "Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases" by Nisio Isin (ok make fun of me for this all you want, but I read it over a decade ago and it still brings me joy to this day so it's on the list 👍)

° "Rapture" by John Shirley (The Bioshock prequel. I'm a sucker for this game)

° "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" by H. P Lovecraft (Spoopy fish people are the best kind of people)

° Technically a play but "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare brings me so much joy I can't even explain it (hence the above wallpaper 🖤)

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(Tag people): Ok, so I'm majorly cheating here and just tagged a bunch (meaning way too many 😂) of the lovely people always see in my notes but I'm too shy to @ - Feel free to ignore this and instead take it as a thanks for always making my day a little better 🖤

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[yamaweb]

Old Man’s Mansion

My grandfather passed away a week ago.

He passed away peacefully from old age– from natural causes. Presumably, he passed happily and without a burden. He was a billionaire, and his children ended up successful, making maybe a consistent seven figures a year. From a neurosurgeon to real estate agents; my aunts and my father never failed the old man.

Not only was my old man rich, but he was filthy rich. He had mansions in 6 continents and was on Forbes as the richest man in the West Coast. Despite the wealth he’s lived through for decades, he was kind. Donated millions to charity a couple times and spent his final decade as a philanthropist; he had cash that’d stack up to heaven, but remained down-to-Earth.

A few days ago, he had a closed-casket funeral. Initially, he’d planned it to be open-casket, inviting his family and friends. Though, he realised that the press was certainly not going to be friendly. The paparazzi wouldn’t allow him to go peacefully; they would surely leak pictures of his deceased body all over the World Wide Web.

As if a small, closed-casket funeral wasn’t enough – we had to fly to Switzerland for his burial. Extra, sure, but I appreciated that my family was wary of how nasty the press could be. The family wanted to let Pops rest.

As for the will, my aunts and my father had inherited Grandpa’s billions and several estates. I didn’t receive any amount of money; but I had inherited one of his mansions– his favourite, to be exact.

Here I was, walking endlessly through the chessboard-like halls of this house of infinite rooms. To say the least, this house had everything a man would need. A pool table, several athletic courts, music rooms and around six libraries. Personally, I wouldn’t utilize these rooms at all.

Then, my stomach rumbled. It growled; it felt like my intestines were getting all mixed up in acid. I bet this was because of the frozen yoghurt I had for breakfast.

As I walked, there laid protected awards and museum-worthy artifacts throughout the hall.

A butler emerged from the corner. Robotic, he stood. I’ve always wondered how Grandpa’s butlers would be so.. empty.

“Hey,” I waved at the butler. I didn’t receive an auditory response, but I received a sole nod.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked. “You look.. unsettled.”

He was right. I was clutching onto my stomach as if I was stabbed; plus, the room was unnervingly cold. What a pleasant combination.

“I’m very unsettled actually,” I attempted to joke.

No chuckle and no hint of emotion.

“How may I help you?”

“Where’s the bathroom? There are barely any signs,” I inquired.

“Right this way,”

I trailed behind him as he pushed the three metre acacia door to the library. Aside from a tsunami of books; there were couches, beanbags, and televisions. I’d assume this was built for his grandchildren and great grandchildren. It was ironic how a library could contain an earthquake of colours. I also never knew a library could contain toilets.

I followed him and finally reached the bathroom after an endless-seeming walk in the childlike library.

“Thanks,” were the final words I said before I had my delightful diarrhea.

—-

After the most excruciating excretion of my life– I walked out. To my surprise, the butler I was just talking to, left the room. It was amazing how fast he had left this large library, perhaps he memorized every part of the house as he was working for Pops.

Curious, I walked around to search for the butler. My time in the bathroom didn’t take long– but he was nowhere to be found. This library was a maze. There was a pair of spiral-like stairs, architectured identically like the Fibonacci sequence. I thought; how did he leave this room so fast?

A sigh escaped my lips as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Its lockscreen read ‘3:13 PM’. See? I did not take that long.

Ding, ding, ding.

A flood of notifications swarmed my phone; all from my friends demanding a house tour. I furrowed my eyebrows as I squinted my eyes at the screen. How inconsiderate.

My friends were usually nice, and they were surely comedic relief. I couldn’t confide in them, really. They were difficult and couldn’t keep others’ secrets to themselves – you’d think that there’d be at least one person I knew who wouldn’t be phased when they find out I inherited a billionaire’s mansion, but you’d be wrong.

This is why I was never a people person.

Annoyed, I opened up my messaging app to read all of their texts, but I was distracted enough to hit a minimalist bookshelf, on the wall, straight to my forehead. “Ow,” I grunted, my head swirling hazily to the harsh hit on my head.

Rubbing my forehead, I heard a distant opening behind the wall I hit. My eyes widened, wonderously as the satisfying sound of automatic clicks and pushes harmonised in my ears.

Soon enough, the wall opened up and formed a rectangular passage for me to enter. A secret room? Sick. I’d have never expected technology to be this advanced.

I walked through the dim passage curiously, as each step I took, a childish note of a xylophone would echo. At that moment, I smiled to myself. Maybe I was right, this whole room was designed for youngsters to play and read in.

The hallway came to an end as I was introduced to a dark room that required a lightswitch to be bright. It was strange how all of his rooms didn’t require a switch to turn bright, but I dismissed the thought as shivers started to run through my spine.

Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I felt tingles crawling up to the back of my neck. My jaw started to quiver from the cold and. The rest of the mansion was never this cold.

As the yellow light began to light up ever so slowly, I saw several high-tech refrigerators that appeared futuristic to the point it’d come straight out of a Sci-fi movie. They didn’t have handles, instead, they had camera sensors, and I’d assumed that they’d be able to detect people who ever came near.

These refrigerators were located all across the room, from corner to corner, and all had a blue screen laid out at the front– all displaying the time and the temperature, and a small countdown in every top corner of the fridge. Oddly enough, the countdowns were all.. different.

I concentrated on three of the fridges. The countdowns consisted of different years. The one on the left read “17 YRS 296 DAYS 12:02:01”, the middle, “68 YRS 304 DAYS 09:12:50”, while the one on the right, appeared to differ the most. “132 YRS 180 DAYS 03:08:54”

The seconds dropped constantly, I was curious enough to maintain eye level with one of the camera sensors on the fridge with the most amount of years left. After a few seconds, a scanning noise was apparent, and a horizontal, green laser was scanned from my head to my toes.

I arched an eyebrow in confusion. I was scared. Was I about to die?

Defeated, I closed my eyes. I accepted my fate and perhaps I made the worst decision in my life. I assumed that I was going to die. My hands trembled more than they already were.

To my surprise, a cold gust of steam flooded my vision, and I started coughing out of instinct as I feared smoke. Though, it wasn’t smoke; rather, it was just a cold, scentless gas that one would see opening a package of dry ice.

The doors of the refrigerator flipped open, and I was hesitant to open my eyes after the gas diffused throughout the room. When I finally opened one of my eyes to peek, I noticed the unsettling, sour smell; I couldn’t help but gag.

I took a full look of what was in the refrigerator and the color on my face disappeared. My jaw gaped wide open and my shivers disappeared. The room fell quiet as no more gas was coming out.

The silence of the room was eerie, to the point where I could hear my blinks, my quick breaths, and my heart racing. Sniffles escaped my throat, and bubbles of sweat travelled down my temples, ignoring the cold.

The smokey gas disappeared gradually, my vision was clear. I was sure of what I was seeing.

In these moments, you’d think you’d scream. You’d think you’d fall to the floor, start bawling on your knees. But I couldn’t. All I did was stare. I stood on shaky legs, my knees about to give out. I was a ‘big boy’ at the age of 19, and I couldn’t even stand properly. My eyes widened.

On a velvet cushion inside the refrigerator, there laid my dead grandfather, frozen.

[killergamer97]

Tag

Thanks for tagging me @diemetzgermeisterin <3

Name: Anthony

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: I don’t know centimetres, so like almost 5′9 (Okay, like 5′8 but I round up)

Sexuality: Gay

What image do you have as your lock screen? Very boring and basic mountains with a starry sky, was already on my iPhone when I got it. I’m so indecisive about picking a lockscreen picture

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? I don’t think there were any teachers in any way attractive, the few male teachers that I had over the years, it was disappointing so no

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Fingers crossed working in the forensic/criminal psychology area, perhaps with the police. Living in my own place in London, a cat or two and maybe a man? I mean, that’s being optimistic, the cats would be enough

If you could be anywhere else right now, where? First place that pops into my head, New York because the St.Patrick’s Day parade in Ireland is never as great as that one

What was your coolest Halloween costume? I was never the Halloween party type, dressed up as a kid though and my favourite was a werewolf, still annoys me to this day over what my dad did with it as I’d ‘lost’ it shortly after. I won a school competition with that costume, or maybe that was a Freddy Krueger one, my memory isn’t the best

What’s your favourite 90s TV show? Friends I think, I still watch so many reruns. That and Courage the Cowardly Dog, which looking back was terrifying for any kid back then and nowadays, and I wonder how it was a kids show

Last kiss? About three weeks ago? I think? It was recent enough anyway, he wasn’t all bad, before that it was like more than a year which was depressing

Have you ever been stood up? Thankfully not, I’d have been embarrassed and it’s shitty to do that to someone as well

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? I wish, some day

Favourite pair of shoes: I don’t really have a favourite, I wear whatever I’m feeling on the day. Though for non-casual, my brown dress shoes are my fave

Favourite fruit: Strawberries for sure, with cream or chocolate

Favourite book: I don’t really read much (do fanfics count?) but probably Red Dragon at the moment

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: There is probably a long list of many stupid things I’ve done, can’t name one particular thing. Stuck my hand to an iron when I was like 2 apparently, and then in recent years I slipped on the stairs while wearing slipper socks (wooden stairs, not carpeted), while holding two glasses so I couldn’t reach out to save myself, saved the glassware and slid the rest of the way down and hurt my ass and back. My then 5 year old sister saw it all and just looked at me and said “you fell”, like way to state the obvious

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