Anyone notice that Tony has plans to build each Avenger their own floor at Stark Tower? He picks Captain America’s first.
I HAD NO IDEA THAT WAS WHAT HE WAS DOING. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST REBUILDING. NOT PLOTTING EVERYONE’S APARTMENTS~ IN HIS TOWER. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
okay this is AWESOME, who is going to write the Tony Stark Interior Designer AU please
"I’m thinking a theme of muted sepia and cream, with dark blue notes — relaxing, yet masculine," Tony said. "What do you think?"
"Uh," Steve said. "Can I have a firm mattress?"
"Four-thousand springs Duxiana, buddy, nothing but the best for my team," Tony said.
"…is that a yes or a no?" Steve said.
"Okay, okay, buddy, I think you’re going a little overboard with the red. I think we can tone down the silver, too. What about, like, a nice pale gold? With like, shades of dark brown-green? Or is that too Loki…"
"C’mon, Thor, gimme something to work with here. What kind of stand do you need for the hammer?"
"So I’m thinking lots of green and purple-"
"I’m kidding! What about pale blue? You know, those weird unnatural eggshell things. That’s a nice, calming colour. And like, a bit of pale yellow, too."
"I thought you wanted me to "embrace the beast" or whatever-"
"Not in my tower. Do not wreck my tower."
"So did you guys want like a double room, or-"
”I will rip your face off-“
"Alright, Blackhawk! Chill! I’m still thinking joined - hey! That record player actually cost stuff, you know?! You can’t just be tossing - and there’s my fridge. That’s heavy, you know. My mini-fridge is heavy - stop it!"
‘Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’ ‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected. ‘I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interrupting bastard. ‘I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, ‘Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. ‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’ I was kind of crying by then.
it’s still easter
|—||Veronica Mars (via wordsthat-speak)|
"Ok….this looks bad"
"So, what’s so special about you?"
"Nothing. I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.’”