shiny-metal philanthrobot

brittany, 21, journalism/theatre student
I like superheroes and porn


here we go: ‘kickass bounty hunter’ america and ‘rebel princess’ kate! (there’re also four more parts to mismarvell’s incredible, life-changing AU that you can read here. the world is a magical place kids don’t let anyone tell you different.)

#wow yes   #amerikate   


never wasting a good car ride


The toughest thing about the shield was making it believable that [Captain America] could throw this thing, have it bounce off something, then take some guy out and have it come back to him. We tried some practical stuff, where he’s throwing a rubber shield. Nothing worked until we handed it over to Chris Evans, until we said, ‘Okay, we’ve got this shield. It’s this wide, it weighs this much. What would you do? How would you throw it?’ And he came up with some really interesting ways of doing it. He had nothing in his hands, he was just miming the actions. It was basically Chris Evans’ ability to mime throwing and catching the shield that made it work.”

- Joe Johnston, director, Captain America: The First Avenger

#legit 99% of the time I forget the shield may or may not be real (via cosmicespresso)



#rocket raccoon   #groot   #gotg   


The first colours Steve ever sees are the Iron Man colours, glossy red and gold, and Steve hears himself gasp, hears Iron Man’s modulated voice say, “Oh.”

Iron Man’s gauntlets shake as he takes off his helmet, and Steve blinks hard and the he’s looking into brown eyes, somehow more startling than the bright colours of the Iron Man suit.

Steve’s fingers itch for an easel.


When Steve finds the time, he paints.

He doesn’t throw away his charcoal, but he gets close, because now he can use watercolours properly, instead of pushing around a mess of colours he can’t see around with a paintbrush.

He paints Peggy, he paints Bucky, he paints his Ma and aches when he realizes over and over that he’ll only ever get to see their colours in photographs.

He paints Tony, Tony’s brown eyes, the bright blue of the arc reactor, the Iron Man suit in flight, in red and gold pieces while Tony sits next to it streaked in black engine oil.

Tony in a grey suit, all sharp lines, Tony holding a glass of gold liquid, Tony distractedly picking at a green flower as they stand in ruins, Tony surrounded by every colour Steve can look up on Google.

The morning after they sleep together- almost a year after they meet, because it wasn’t a smooth start and it was  a very rocky middle- Steve wakes up before Tony and reaches for a sketchpad, and then decides it isn’t enough.

Tony wakes up as Steve is setting up his easel, and Steve pauses. “Do you mind?”

Tony’s smile is pale pink and soft. “Go ahead, Cap.”


Near the end of a battle, Steve’s world stutters into black and white, and he very nearly gets a sword in the gut before Thor pushes him out of the way.

Colour returns, and then flickers to black and white again, and Steve puts a shaky hand to his ear, says, “Tony, location,” into his comm, and doesn’t get a reply.


They find Tony under a building, and Steve’s vision fades into black and white before jumpstarting into colour several times before they manage to dig Tony out of the rubble.

The surgery is the same, flickering in and out, one second Steve is able to see the colour of the walls, the linoleum, and then he isn’t, and then he is again.

When the colour stabilizes so does Tony, though it’s a week before he wakes up.

Steve doesn’t notice at first, he’s half asleep himself, sagging with exhaustion down into his tiny plastic chair, but then Tony squeezes his hand and Steve is awake as anything.

"Oh, thank god," Steve says when he sees Tony smile faintly at him, and he kisses Tony’s eyelids before kissing his mouth. He leans back, eyes going over the comfortable colours- black hair going grey, brown eyes, tan skin, blue reactor.

"I was so worried the last colour I’d see of you was- the blood," Steve blurts, and Tony is dopey on painkillers but he still manages to snort dismissively and pull Steve close.

"Your world is gonna be colourful for a long time yet," Tony says, slurring a little. 


Steve gets him a red and gold watch for his birthday, and as he’s saying something about those being Tony’s favorite colours, Tony says, “They actually aren’t, despite popular opinion,” and Steve looks over at him.

"Uh, my favourite colour is blue," Tony says, and nods towards Steve’s face. "Your eyes, first colour I saw, all that jazz. So, yeah. Blue."

He shrugs. “I’m keeping the watch, though, I’m not going around with a watch the colour of your eyes, everyone’d call me a sap and I have a reputation to uphold, Steven.”

"I’m pretty sure your playboy rep went out the window long before you married me," Steve points out, and Tony looks down at their matching gold wedding bands with a smile.

"Yeah, that’s true."

#fic rec   

Thor and Loki: The Tenth Realm #5

"The fate of 12 billion people is in your hands." [x]

#gotg   #gotg spoilers   


This is for igavethatbitchalink one of the first few people that first sent me a nice message and I would like to do something nice. Tony as a bottom (which I love him as by the way, big bottom tony fan) and ol’ Cap giving it to him. I might color this later, all depends.


Carol Danvers for thankyouforyourcooperation!


Shadowcat vs Hulk by Mark Bagley


Just kiss and make up

i think this is kanapy's work?

MCU Concept Art - Iron Man 3


a piece of advice from somebody who’s been through this a few times already: if somebody gives you a bad vibe trust your gut


Scarlet Witch by Michael Dooney