#playboy tony

[overtlyonyx]

literally irondad/stephen and spiderson ⁉️⁉️

[vrtlworld]

FRIDAY VISUALS

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[farshootergotme]

I think "canon" Dick Grayson is worst than fanon Dick Grayson because at least fanon Dick you know it isn't canon and you can still enjoying separating it from the comics. However "canon" Dick is that version of Dick that became so popular anyone who hasn't read the comics will believe it's true canon and creates lots of misconceptions that do irreversible damage to his character.

[ironspidersblog]

Tony “playboy” stark being too flustered to ask Steve out is real and this is how he did it

[writingsinashes]

So, the two muses, for right now, that are awake and aren't letting anyone else speak up at the moment would be these two idiots.

[sage-thesimp]

Bruce Wayne v.s. Tony Stark

hmm...suspicious. And i've never seen them in the same room, either..

if you have contact to EITHER of these people, please ask. Speak for the people.

[boredak]

Yhapojj stage visuals>>>

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Guess who’s hooked up to a 24 hour heart monitor!

[vrtlworld]

FRIDAY VISUALS!

[delilahbard-bookdragon]

Tony Stark.

Tony Stark's Insults?

I don't really think he would really use swear words.

He's the kinda guy who only cares if he can understand his own insults and rarely uses swear words. By the end, everyone (including cap) just beg him to say 'fuck.'

In my opinion, it would go something like this...

Tony: "The bar was on the ground. Yet you brought a shovel."

"Sharp as a marble, huh?"

"Couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel..."

*Bruce and Nat trying to hold in their laughs*

And more :p

[ironspidersblog]

Tony stark is real because he never sleeps, barely eats, is convinced he’s hated by every person unless they explicitly tell him, and spends all day hiding away in his cave working on projects

[worldsmessiestwriter]

You’re so vain.

tw - suggestive.

word count - ?

Peter Parker x Stark! reader

inspired by a scene in how to lose a guy in 10 days <3

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The Stark Tower was alive with music, laughter, and expensive booze. Tony Stark’s latest party was in full swing, with glittering lights reflecting off champagne glasses and a crowd full of Avengers and high-profile guests. In the midst of the glamour, Y/N Stark stood at the bar, her drink in hand and a storm brewing inside her.

Across the room, Peter Parker was laughing with Tony, acting like everything was fine. Like the two of them hadn’t slept together just a week ago. Like he hadn’t promptly ignored her ever since.

“Unbelievable,” Y/N muttered, downing the rest of her cocktail.

Peter glanced her way—just for a second—and quickly looked away. That little flick of guilt was all it took to send her simmering rage into a full boil.

Pepper appeared beside her, raising a delicate brow. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N said sharply, her grip on her empty glass tight.

Pepper took one look at Peter and hummed knowingly. “Got it. Well, try not to do anything.. rash.”

Y/N glared at Peter, who had just taken a sip of his drink, still grinning at something Ned said. It was like nothing had happened between them. Like he hadn’t kissed her neck, whispered her name, and—

“Ugh!” she grumbled, setting her glass down and storming toward the DJ booth.

Peter was just starting to relax when the music cut out, replaced by a screech of feedback from the microphone. His heart sank as he saw Y/N standing on stage, mic in hand, her eyes locked on him.

“Good evening, everyone,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet. “I hope you’re all enjoying this fabulous Stark party. I know I certainly am.”

The crowd chuckled politely, though most of them were already pulling out their phones.

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his Spidey sense tingling—not because of danger, but because this was about to go very, very wrong.

“This next song,” Y/N continued, “is dedicated to a very special someone in the room. Someone who clearly thinks the world revolves around them.” She pointedly glanced at Peter, and the crowd followed her gaze.

Peter’s stomach dropped.

Before he could react, the opening notes of You’re So Vain blasted through the speakers.

“You walked into the party,” Y/N sang dramatically, dragging out the lyrics, “like you were walking onto a yacht…”

Laughter rippled through the room as Y/N strutted across the stage, glaring daggers at Peter. His cheeks burned as he downed the rest of his drink for courage.

“Oh, hell no,” he muttered, slamming the glass down and marching toward the stage.

“Your scarf, it was apricot,” Y/N crooned, leaning into the mic. “You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte…”

Peter snatched the microphone from the DJ’s stand. “Alright, that’s enough!” he blurted, his voice ringing out through the speakers.

“Oh, now you want to talk?” Y/N shot back, glaring at him.

“Yes, I want to talk,” Peter replied, stepping onto the stage. “Starting with what are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” she echoed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just performing a little number that perfectly sums up my feelings.” She turned back to the crowd, belting, “You’re so vaaaaain, you probably think this song is about yoooou!”

“It is about me!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Oh, so you admit it!” Y/N said triumphantly, pointing at him.

The crowd was in hysterics now, phones capturing every second of their drunken spectacle.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Y/N, you’re being ridiculous! This is not how adults handle things.”

“Oh, because you’re so mature?” she shot back. “Ignoring me all week like a coward after sleeping with me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you!”

“Really? What would you call it then?”

“I was… I was…” Peter stammered, his alcohol-clouded brain struggling to find an excuse.

“Exactly!” Y/N yelled, poking his chest. “You didn’t even text me, Peter! Not even a ‘hey,let’s do it again sometime!’ or even a ‘hey, that was a mistake!’”

“It wasn’t a mistake!” Peter blurted out, his voice loud and earnest.

Y/N blinked at him, surprised. “What?”

“I said it wasn’t a mistake,” Peter repeated, lowering his mic. His face was red—not just from embarrassment but from the honesty spilling out of him. “I—I just didn’t know what to say, okay? I didn’t want to screw things up with you, so I panicked. I’m sorry.”

The room was dead silent now, save for a few awkward coughs.

Y/N’s anger faltered, replaced by confusion. “You’re… sorry?”

“Yes!” Peter said, throwing his arms in the air. “I’m sorry! I like you, okay? I like you a lot. And I handled this horribly because I didn’t know what to do.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart doing somersaults despite the lingering irritation. Before she could respond, a loud groan cut through the silence.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Tony’s voice boomed as he stepped onto the stage, rubbing his temples. “This is a party, not open mic night at the heartbreak café.”

The crowd roared with laughter as Tony plucked the microphone out of their hands.

“You two,” he said, pointing at Y/N and Peter, “go. Talk. Somewhere else. Preferably somewhere soundproof.”

Y/N and Peter exchanged sheepish looks before hopping off the stage, the crowd parting to let them through.

As they stumbled into a quieter hallway, Y/N crossed her arms. “You really like me?”

Peter nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. I do. A lot.”

She sighed, her frustration finally melting. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“I know,” he said with a small smile. “But i could be your idiot.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “Come on, Parker. Let’s go find somewhere soundproof.”

“Wait, what—oh! Okay,” Peter stammered, following her down the hall.

Back in the ballroom, Tony grabbed a drink and muttered to Pepper, “I give it two weeks before they pull this stunt again.”

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yall just watched how to lose a guy in ten days and could help myself <\3

[magnoliasandarson]

earning it

The lab was barely alive. There was no loud music, no sparks flying, and the bots had returned to their respective rooms for the night. Tony fucking despised the silence.

But he couldn't find it in himself to move from the floor.

A handmade cardstock birthday card was half crumpled in his grip. Twenty little messy names were signed below a well wish and an (objectively shitty) drawing of Iron Man. They were all children from a field trip to the MET he had saved a few months back when some disgruntled lunatic decided he was going to build a death ray.

"You're our hero!" in glittery red gel pen.

It made him physically nauseous.

He hadn't saved them. Half had received severe burns, and the other half were so severely traumatized that they would spend the next several years in therapy, at minimum. He had reached out to the parents, the hospitals, and several children's psychiatry clinics. The Maria Stark Foundation would foot the bill for any costs incurred. Tony Stark- ever tossing money at Iron Man's mistakes.

He wasn't a hero. If he had been better, if he had been faster, he could've gotten those kids out without a scratch. He could've better contained the explosions. He could've stopped whatever-the-fuck his name was before there were any explosions.

Happy Birthday!

Another year alive. What did he have to show for it? New aches, new nightmares, new guilt... His skin crawled with the desire to do something anything. He chanced a glance over at the liquor cabinet, eyes catching the empty bottles he'd poured down the drain months ago...

No. He was alive, he was a genius, he was an inventor, he was Tony Goddamn Stark, and he could would make things better. He could deserve the stupid card. His fist uncurled around the crayon drawing of Iron Man, smoothing the crumpled paper gently.

All at once, he pushed himself to his feet, staggering to one of the drafting tables, "Battle stations kids," he clapped his hands, grinning when JARVIS raised the house lights and DUM-E and U rolled back out, "it's time SI got into the skin graft game."

[vertigoartgore]

Adi Granov's cover run on Iron Man Vol.3 #75-83 (LGY : #420-427).

[itsalmostavengers]

Having conversations with marvel fans irl and realising that those actual films mean nothing to me. Like yes yes Thor 3 Cap 3 avengers endgame blah bla. I have been playing with those characters like dolls ever since A1. Some guy will talk to me about Steve Rogers in such an insane way that I’ll double take before remembering they just made him like that in the mcu, meanwhile me and the girlies have been working with the depiction of Steve that we all collectively rotate in our minds 24/7 and deciding that he hangs out with Tony in the workshop and buys donuts for Natasha every Thursday after his run. Like what the fuck do you mean he’s a very serious character? Discounting all the movie canon he’s like, the total opposite.

[pixiedeadbeat]

Toni Ann Thomas PMOM February 1963