Harry: *looking with wonder at the Marauder’s Map* Is that really…?
Fred: Dumbledore.
George: In his study.
Fred: Pacing.
George: Does that a lot.
Harry: So… what do the other professors do in their spare time?
Fred: Well, we’ve seen Flitwick’s dot hopping up and down in his office loads of times… figured he had some hidden passion for aerobics, but turns out Peeves just likes to drop his wand onto shelves he can’t quite reach.
George: Then there’s Snape. Creeps about at night quite a bit, which isn’t a surprise, but after we noticed him in the Trophy Room a few times, we went down one night to see what he was up to. He was changing your dad’s name to “Rotter” on all his Quidditch awards.
Harry: HEY!
Fred: No worries, we set them right whenever he does it.
George: Man’s got to have a hobby.
Fred: Sprout sleepwalks, we reckon. Watched her bumping into the greenhouse wall for a half-hour one night. Lupin goes for a long jog in the Forbidden Forest once a month, it’s a bit odd.
Harry: And McGonagall?
George: You know old mum. Standard stuff. Classroom, office, Great Hall one minute…
Fred: …climbing the drapes, chasing birds, tipping over cups in the kitchens the next.
(On Tina)
Newt: I-I don’t know Jacob theres just something about her.
Jacob: Yeah?
Newt: Her hands are.. well they’re so nice and, soft.. almost like the fur of a pigmy puff.
Jacob: A what?
Newt: N-Nothing.. I- well, do you think I should tell her I-
Jacob: What that you like her? Well yeah. I mean, have you seen the way you too interact when you’re together?
Newt: No- Well she, I don’t think that means anything I mean- Well I- Of course it means something for me, I mean shes great, and beautiful, and her ey-
Jacob: I know, I know, like Salamanders
Newt: Yes.
Jacob: I think you should take her somewhere!
Newt: Like.. ah uh, a date?
Jacob: Yeah, take her out to dinner, treat her like a lady she’d like that.
Newt: I don’t know, she probably wouldn’t even go.
Jacob: Newt, the womans crazy about you
Newt: I wouldn-
Jacob: She fled to Paris because she was jealous of Leta
Newt: Well I - Where would I take her
Jacob: Ya ever heard of a zoo?
They got salamanders!
I need a fic
Amazing Spider-man №524
tony yeeted himself into space for his son who was having oxygen deprivation and now pepper has to yeet herself into space for her husband who’s having oxygen deprivation and that’s how i love you’s are said in the iron family
Yeah alright that makes sense.
Thank you :)
am I the only one who thinks “for the children” and the way they say it sounds wayyyy too much like “hail hydra” ????
i just think it is so symbolic and adorable that iroh is still wearing his earth kingdom outfit in the spirit world
I've seen ppl say Ineffable Bureaucracy being canon wasn't in their bingo cards and it's funny because it's in MINE and I NEVER expected I would cross it out AND YET HERE WE FUCKING ARE
You wanna know what WASN'T in my bingo card????
ok but that kid Mobius couldn’t prune was Loki right. like, that was Loki right. The brothers at the dock. That was Loki and Thor right. It was Loki
Mobius couldn’t kill Loki, chose his burden, and dedicated his life to him instead.
Mobius’s story started and ended with Loki. It had to be Loki.
Tony felt like his head had barely hit the pillow before he was woken by soft cries coming through the monitor by the bed. He groaned and rolled over to look at the picture on the baby monitor on his bedside table. Morgan was wide awake, and although she was only making a few whimpering noises at the moment, Tony knew she would work her way up into a full blown crying fit if someone didn’t go check on her. She’d caught a cold recently and was having trouble staying asleep without getting fussy.
Tony rubbed his tired eyes and sat up with a quiet groan. He heard Pepper stir on her side of the bed.
“Tony… what—“
“I got it, go back to sleep,” Tony mumbled, running a hand down Pepper’s arm soothingly. Morgan had passed her cold onto her mom, so Tony wanted to make sure Pepper got as much rest as she could as well.
He turned down the baby monitor and stumbled his way out of the room and down the hall to his daughter. When Pepper told him she was pregnant he thought he’d have no issue with not getting any sleep. He was used to staying up all hours of the night working and not really getting much sleep. Apparently though, taking care of a baby was more exhausting than working on the Iron Man armor for 48 hours straight because god Tony was exhausted all the time.
Not that he was complaining. These last few months since Morgan was born had been some of the best and happiest months of his life and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.
The closer he got to Morgan’s room the more surprised he was that he couldn’t hear her crying. The last few nights since getting sick had been hard on her little body, and she was much quicker to cry than she usually was. His surprise turned to tension however when he reached the cracked open door and realized he could hear another man’s voice coming from inside the room.
Tony was ready to run into the room guns a-blazing to see who the fuck had broken into his daughters room before he realized he recognized the voice. He nearly laughed out loud at himself for his reaction, but he was too curious to see what this kid was doing to risk making noise and alerting the boy to his presence.
Tony pushed the door open gently so it wouldn’t make any noise and leaned against the door frame to watch his two children together.
Peter must’ve just gotten in because he was still wearing his Spider-Man costume, sans-mask, with a tear in the back by his shoulder blade. He was cradling Morgan against his chest, bouncing gently and rocking from side to side to make sure the eight month old didn’t start to cry again.
Weiterlesen
Pepper Potts always told people that she was hired as Tony’s personal secretary because his last one had quit, he needed a new one, and she was there. The truth, however, is that Tony had known she was qualified from the get-go.
He noticed ALL of his employees. Didn’t matter if it was a member of the board or the janitor who works nights on Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Tony notices things. It’s basically the only thing that’s keeping him from going off the deep end. He hates dealing with business. He’s always preferred inventions to talking to people about things like stock and commercials and how his public image will affect the sales. (The board acts like him going out with a model is going to bring stock points down or whatever. It’s not going to.)
Tony notices Virginia Potts six months before he hires her and the day that she started working for the department she was supposed to be in. She was supposed to work as a manager of sorts for accounting, and from what Tony heard from his good friend Tanya down there, Virginia was scarily good at what she did. Ms. Potts didn’t fuck around with anyone, never accepted less than perfection, but was also incredibly understanding of financial situations and compromise. Tony nodded and carried on with his invention. He thought the board would really like The Jericho. He, of course, named it. The irony was fitting.
Virginia is known for zero tolerance. Men call her various names along the line of “Frigid Bitch,” “Slut,” and “Prude.” Most of these terms contradicted each other, and Tony leveled the “we’re-just-talking” insults with a steady gaze. “She’s not a slut or a prude because she does her job better than you can,” he says flippantly. “Speaking of which, Peterson! Your numbers have down for two months. I’m having you step down, Alejandres is taking your spot.” Peterson glowers, but Tony honestly can’t bring himself to give a shit.
Virginia Potts unflinchingly deals with businessmen who call her things like “darling,” sweetheart,” or “girly.” She kindly tells them that they are not allowed to refer to her as such. Her name is Ms. Potts, not any iteration. They grumble as she grins and tears their “deals” apart with a smile as sharp as a shark’s tooth. Her hair is never out of place as she shuts down employees who are being rude. Tony lets each one go with a talk about workplace discrimination under their belts. Howard and Obie may have tolerated it, but Tony will not.
Virginia Potts points out an accounting mistake that would have cost the company around two million dollars. The accounting person insists that they have it right, and if she’s so sure that the person with a degree in their field is wrong, then they can take it up with Tony Stark Himself. Virginia looks over the sheet one more time.
“I have a degree in accounting too,” she primly informs him. “But of course, Mr. Stark is the expert of his own company. I’ll set up an appointment.”
She meets him a week later in his office when he’s trying to make a leaning tower of cantaloupe squares. She’s wearing her finest pencil skirt and blazer, heels tall enough to kill a man, and levels him with an unimpressed gaze.
“Mr. Stark. I’m here to discuss an accounting mistake.” Tony’s fruit tower is knocked down as he glances at the paper.
“Who was about to cost the company two million dollars because they refused to recheck their math?”
“Tom Martin.”
“Have someone tell him he needs to clear his desk by Monday. That’s unacceptable.” She raises her eyebrow at him.
“I’m not your messenger, Mr. Stark.” He smiles for a split-second. If she accepted the job proposition, then she would be great at it.
“Would you like to be? I’m in the market for a new personal assistant.”
“Did you get bored with the other one?” Virginia asks. She seems to realize her remark was a hair too unprofessional, but doesn’t relent. Tony laughs.
“You have a little bit of a kick to you, don’t you?” Tony asks. “I’m calling you Pepper. Would you like to be a personal assistant? I promise you that you, at least, won’t be bored.” She’s apprehensive.
“Don’t call me Pepper. What do I do?”
“I’m calling you Pepper. You do a lot of things. Drag me to board meetings, help me be a regular person to the outside world, and get a bump in pay.”
“Fine.”
Pepper Potts is…scary. She’s unafraid of calling Tony out on his bullshit behavior. She’s the drive behind his evolving fashion sense. (”You have money to buy a tailored suit that fits,” she says. “You’re getting one. I booked the appointment for one. If you don’t go, I’ll drag you there by the ear.”) She always looks put together and almost never has a hair out of place unless she gets to the workshop and manhandles him out from under a car.
“That’s a Tin Lizzy!” Tony hisses. “You can’t touch her like that! She’s a classic!”
“You’re about to get a classic, public dressing down by me if you don’t move and get dressed for the board meeting,” she hisses right back. “I packed you a lunch. Go.” Tony grumbles. She packed a goddamn Lunchable with a smiley face Post-It that says “since you’re being such a little bitch :)”
Tony kind of loves her.
She understands a lot more about business than even Tony gave her credit. Sometimes, she’ll even contribute ideas. Pepper always nervously laughs and says she could never be in such a high position of power.
Tony feigns laziness and has her decide an executive decision.
It’s a start.
So when Pepper laughs with one of her business friends about how Tony impulse-hired her on the spot because his last one had quit, Tony always grins.