Happy Birthday Misha!! ❤️

Peter: FOUR MONTHS

Stephen: what’s he talking about?

Tony: it’s not that big of a deal-

Peter: YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR F O U R MONTHS

i love this man more than i’ve misspelled his name.

credits for some of the gifs goes to @acciotheseus

I can't believe this turned me into mushy goo. Ukw actually I can. It's so frickin fluffy.

For @tootiredmotel's follower celebration, prompt: "is that a threat?"

Suptober Day 11: Pizza Delivery

wc: 695, tags: fluff, marriage proposal (their second proposal because they're already married saps in love)

"Do you know what we need?" Cas asked, fingers grazing against Dean's on the handle of the shopping cart. They were currently in the breakfast cereal aisle; Cas pressed up against Dean's side to let other shoppers pass.

"If you're referencing the list of cereals your son has requested-"

"Our son," Cas corrected, fingertips dancing up the cuff of Dean's sleeve, stroking along the pulsepoint on his husband's wrist.

"Oh, no, when it comes to whatever weird eating habits you and Jack have at 4 in the morning, he's officially your son," Dean replied, turning to face Cas until they were chest to chest.

Sliding his hand further up, Cas traced lazy patterns along the inside of Dean's forearm. "I wasn't talking about the breakfast cereals," he said, far too softly and tenderly for their weekly grocery store run.

"You gonna leave me in suspense or tell me what's on your mind?" Dean asked, nudging forwards until their noses just barely brushed together.

Cas smiled, dotting a couple quick kisses to Dean's lips. "We need a movie date night. Just you and me. Get some pizza delivery, watch a Western movie, curl up under that new blanket we just got."

"Mmm," Dean hummed, wrapping his arms around Cas' neck. "Yeah, I could be persuaded to do that. And if I get a little sidetracked from the movie because I get a little distracted kissing you?"

"Is that a threat?" Cas beamed, stealing a kiss right there in the middle of the grocery store.

"It just might be," Dean grinned against Cas' mouth.

"I'm all yours."

~

Pizza boxes spread out on the table with Dean's legs in Cas' lap and the warm knit blanket wrapped around them, Cas clicked play on the movie. The second the first images began to play, Cas pressed a couple soft kisses to Dean's neck.

"Movie hasn't even started yet and you're already distracting me with kisses," Dean teased, finishing his slice of pizza and tilting his head until he could lazily capture Cas' lips in a little kiss.

Cas hummed in pleasure, melting into the touch before murmuring, "Did you know I love you?"

Laughing, Dean grabbed Cas' hand until their wedding rings clinked together and he squeezed gently. "You'd better, considering you married me."

Something twinkled in Cas' eyes, and he leaned in to kiss Dean even more softly; so tender and slow that Dean absolutely dissolved into the press of their mouths. A kiss so sweet and loving it felt like his chest was going to burst apart with how much he ached with affection for his husband.

"Dean?" Cas reverently breathed his name against his lips between feather-light kisses that had Dean's head spinning.

"Mmhmm?" Dean murmured, tugging Cas closer, pizza and movie already forgotten in the warm embrace of Cas' mouth against his.

"Marry me?" Cas whispered with a kiss so achingly intimate Dean utterly shattered.

"Sweetheart, we're already married," Dean replied, tears welling in his eyes as the air stuttered to a stop in his lungs.

"It's my turn to propose to you." Lips just barely touching, a breath of a kiss dancing between them as their hearts beat as one. "Dean Winchester, marry me again?"

Gasping, Dean was caught between breathless dizziness, tears, and laughter. He'd never been more in love in his entire life. Somehow, Cas stole more of his heart every day, and God, Dean could kiss him forever and it still wouldn't be enough to meld their love together.

"Yes, Cas, oh God, yes." It was sappy, but God, Dean was lovesick and completely smitten. When their lips found each other again, it was so gentle that Dean couldn't bear it; hand grasped tightly to Cas' chest, right over his heart where the usually steady beat was racing against Dean's touch.

"I love you," they both uttered at the same time, completely enamored.

If Dean got to keep calling Cas his husband, he'd marry his angel a million times. When Cas broke the kisses several minutes to press their wedding rings together, he beamed at Dean and murmured, "We're getting married again."

Oh yes, Cas absolutely had all of Dean's heart.

Stephen: what vegetables do you want for dinner tonight?

Harley: Tomato

Peter: haha well Tomato's a fruit so-

Harley: I hate to break this to you but- nothing's a vegetable. Vegetable is just a term that means you can eat it. In botany, nothing's a vegetable. So yeah, a tomato's a berry, but a carrot is just a root. A- and potato's just a tuber. And like- cucumber is just a melon.

Harley: Melons are fruits, in other ways. You're not going to put it in your fruit salad, though. You're not going to put tomato in your fruit salad.

Peter:

Harley: broccoli? broccoli's a fucking flower, dude. We're eating a flower when we eat broccoli.

Peter:

Harley: Kale is just a leaf. So is lettuce.

Peter:

Harley: nothing's a vegetable. vegetables don't exist.

XD XD XD

Sherlock: I consider myself saphiosexual. That means I'm attracted to intelligent people and intelligent people only.

John: *trips over air and apologises to it*

Sherlock: ...I want that one.

OMG afsdsrdgxhcgfddsddfggh..... It's so cute UwU

Stephen's eyes were always green now. Not the type of green they used to be, when the light hit them right, and Tony saw them shift between deep green and light green and every shade in between. The blues and the yellows and the browns were gone entirely. 

Tony had once tried to catalog all the ways that Stephen's eyes changed, with difference in light and movement of his head and maybe Stephen's mood, though Stephen complained it was simply sectoral heterochromia, that Tony was being ridiculous, he didn't need to have several gigabytes of data on theories and notes on Stephen's eye colors, what the hell Tony. 

But that was many years ago, before the changes had really set in. And now, Stephen's eyes were always green, the green of the time stone.

Stephen had just come home from a many months, less-than-pleasant-jaunt through the darker dimensions, and his face was gray and his gaunt, and his eyes glowed with the power of the stone, how it coursed through him without restraint now, even when he took The Eye off. 

Tony had held him tight, fed him, striped him of his wrecked robes, and wrapped him up in bed. It was almost 16 hours later, and Stephen hadn't woken, and Tony hadn't slept, working down on his workshop and keeping one eye on the video feed of the bedroom. 

But Tony hadn't slept in a while before Stephen portalled back, first a minor villain and then a meeting or two and then an idea for an invention that couldn't wait, and now he was running on fumes. His body knew it was time to rest, even if his mind didn't. 

So he went upstairs, mentally preparing himself to wind down, to get ready for bed. But when he got to the bedroom, saw Stephen sleeping, he just… couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his partner, taking him in.

The eyes weren't the only change. Over the years, Stephen hadn't really aged even as Tony accumulated gray hairs, had started using tenses oddly, writing in languages that Tony was pretty sure didn't exist yet or had died off long ago, looking far off in the distance when he thought Tony wasn't looking; but Tony was always looking.

It was odd, to be on this side of things. He was a hero in his own right, he knew what it was like to carry the weight of the world, to sacrifice a part of yourself so that others may live. But it was different to watch as the person he loved slowly changed in front of him.

Stephen shifted, sighed in his sleep, and Tony smiled, automatic. Stephen may be different, changed. But Tony was changed too, because that's what time does; it changes people. And maybe the euphoria of early love had faded from them. But in its place there was… peace. Understanding. And yes, love. Just as fierce and as true as the first time they had kissed.

Stephen shifted again, and his eyes worked their way open, hazy as the last bit of sleep left him.

And Stephen's eyes were green. But he was there, in their bed, next to Tony.

Stephen looked around, and saw Tony looking at him.

"Anything in particular you are looking at?" Stephen rumbled, raising an eyebrow. The haughty effect was completely ruined by his bedhead.

Tony laughed, leaned forward, kissed him.

"Just thinking about my favorite color."

Haha being a part of AO3 family and Sherlock fandom has given me a reason to exist!

How can we miss this one?!

Sherlock is so gay when he is drunk

if you think about it, all religions and philosophies are basically elaborate fanfictions about the OG Creator and the creation story.

some are canon-compliant. some are wildly canon divergent. some are fix-it fics trying to rewrite “what went wrong.” some are fluff. some are angst. some are smut. some are full-blown parallel universes with different worldbuilding rules. some are written in metaphor and poetry (10k words of mystic pining). some are just meta commentary in disguise.

you’ve got -

canon-divergent AUs

crossover fics (syncretic religions mashing up pantheons like nobody’s business)

intense ship wars (wars have literally been fought over theology)

mystic fluff (divine love as the ultimate soulmate trope)

smutfic level intimacy (let’s not offend anyone but believe me there are some hardcore shit out there)

philosophy as fan essays debating the creator’s intent

crackfic cults that somehow still have a niche following

humanity’s been adding chapters to the same sprawling multi-universe fanfiction for thousands of years, and honestly? some of the worldbuilding is insane in the best way.

P.S just like the other canons, nobody is interested in this canon.