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It hasn't even been a whole year since endgame and rdj left and we are ALREADY INTO CHAOS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. OUR FAVORITE IRONDAD LEAVES FOR NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES AND THIS PLACE IS ALREADY A HUGE MESS
rdj is literally gone for one movie and…
Look at where you are
Look at where you started
The fact that you're alive is a miracle
Just stay alive, that would be enough
Look how far we’ve come
“what is a legacy?”
“it’s planting seeds in a garden you’ll never see.”
i love you 3000.
[coming out of 10000 year hiatus bc marvel made me feel things. also, credit to @sirxusblack for these amazing psds :’)
me, realizing that it’s 2019 and not 2023: HE’S STILL ALIVE STOP SAYING THAT HE’S DEAD HE’S NOT DEAD YET TONY IS ALIVE HOWARD POTTS IS ALIVE HE IS ALIVE HE IS ALIVE
Tony: HOLY SHIT Okay okay stay calm kid- quick, what’s your type?
Peter: Brown curly hair, brown eyes, loves to read and draw and is highly intelligent... oh i’m describing MJ i-
Tony: yOUR BLOOD TYPE, PARKER
Peter: oh um... red.
Steve: Don’t correct me.
Tony: Then don’t be wrong.
Tony:
Peter:
Tony: I just don’t know how you thought-
Peter: Mr Stark please let’s not talk about it anymore
Harley: What happened?
Tony: He asked the dentist if he should take his mask off or leave it on
People talk about how much Chris Evans embodies Steve Rogers, but we can never ever forget that RDJ is even more so Tony Stark. He may not have been kidnapped and held hostage, he may not have created the suit that allowed him to escape his imprisonment...but in his own way, he did.
i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”
I need someone with more skill than I to add Kuiil saying "I have spoken" in this gif
"My turn"
endless list of favorite tony stark scenes - 1/∞
I’m the one who requested this so thank you!! Also, I’m new to Tumblr, so, hello all!
I had a super amazing idea that I can't get out of my head. How about a cute little story with Sherlock (RDJ) going into the future and finding his long lost love, who he's been looking for for years? Thank you in advance.
None of this made sense. How was he here?
One moment he was in the flat. John had been there with him. They were discussing a case. Clues were missing, but Sherlock was sure he knew where to look. He told John to be at the flat 9PM sharp.
John left. He remembers that. He saw him go.
So, how did Sherlock end up here?
Everything was different. New. Dozens of cars were on the road. People were wearing unusual things. They had odd devices in their hands.
This wasn’t the London he was used to.
He stood there alone on the street. Thoughts were rushing through his head. He looked around hoping to find clues as what was happening. Across the street was a shop. Newspapers were on display just outside. He rushed over and grabbed one.
The date.
How could this be?
2020.
How could it be 2020?
He dropped the paper and turned around sharply, walking swiftly up the street. He cared very little for others and tried to find something familiar.
Though many of the buildings had changed, the streets had not. Once he knew what street he was on, he could himself again.
Baker Street. He would go there.
Without means for public transport, he walked. It was a long walk, but the relief of seeing the street made him happy.
He saw where the flat was supposed to be.
Now he was lost again.
Not only was the flat not there, it hadn’t been for some time, but there was someone standing outside it. They were looking up at the window with their hands in their pockets.
He felt strange.
This couldn’t be who he thought it was. Sherlock had lost you so long ago. He often ended up talking to himself in the flat because he couldn’t accept you were no longer by his side. You disappeared completely after a case and he never found you.
He matter what he did, he never found you.
He walked slowly. Never looking away. He feared of be did, you would vanish. He didn’t want this to be a dream because he wouldn’t be able to handle that.
“Y/N?”
You turn and smile. It is you. You look just as gorgeous as you always had.
“Hello Sherlock. You found me.”
He said nothing as he raised his hand and poked you. Twice.
You chuckle. “I’m here, Sherl.” You grab his hand and place a kiss to his skin. It feels so warm and real.
“How?”
“I don’t know. I was knocked out. When I came to, I was here. London is so strange now, at least compared to what it was, but I find my way. Not everything has changed so drastically.”
“You were gone.”
“I know.” You lose the smile. “I know, and it hurt me to have left you behind. I looked for you, called for you, but you’re no more than a story in 2020. The flat isn’t the flat any more. I felt so lost when I found out.” You nearly cried.
Sherlock couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest. He held you.
You grasped onto him.
“I don’t want to leave you again.” You mumble into his shirt.
“I won’t leave you. If I’m going back, you’re coming with me.” He whispers.
“I love you, Sherlock.”
He smiles.
“I love you.”
This new world is strange and different, but not all of it was new. You hadn’t changed. Not really. You loved him all the same.
Holmes: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Watson: You’re a hazard to society
Irene: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
I love you, my beautiful man!
In The Game of Love ~ 15
IN THE GAME OF LOVE MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 2,110ish
Summary: Y/N, John, and Sherlock head to the gypsy camp. Sherlock and Y/N’s relationship takes another step in the right direction.
Notes: some fluff before the angst.
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Don't know who this Watson is, but I'll definitely take this Sherlock! 🦋♥️
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