So I Keep Seeing Those “re-taking Old Family Photos As Adults” Things All Over Tumblr And I Thought…what

Honeybear headcanon/fic idea, when Rhodes left for his first deployment, Tony was very lonely and missing him and couldn't do anything cause don't ask don't tell (fucKING patriarchy), so in kinda stupid move Tony goes to get a tattoo in honor, and actually the artist adopts him cause he's so smol and nervous and genuine. Well when Rhodes discovers it, he's very honored and repays Tony ;) so it becomes a thing for Tony to get a tattoo on his thighs for each deployment

I changed some things a little bit, but I love this prompt. Tony+tattoos is my weakness.

(note: all those numbers are random lol)

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When Rhodey graduated and was assigned to the Aviano air base in Italy, Tony was happy that at least Rhodey would be able to live abroad like how he always wanted. He was also glad that Rhodey would be in Italy, the best place in the world as far as Tony’s concerned, and a country where he knew the language, and Tony would be able to drag Rhodey to all his favorite places when he went to visit him.

After seeing Rhodey off at the airport, Tony went to the tattoo parlor two blocks away from his apartment that he always walked past on the way to school. He walked in and got a tattoo on his left thigh, right below his hipbone – 617, the number of the room Tony and Rhodey shared when they were freshmen.

(A year later, Tony went to visit Rhodey and they drove to the Carbonell family’s villa in Venice to celebrate Tony’s 18th birthday over an extended weekend. Rhodey saw the tattoo for the first time when they were lounging by the pool. Tony ended up getting the best present he could have ever asked for that year.)

After four years in Italy, after Tony took over the company and moved to California, Rhodey requested a location transfer and packed his bags for Los Angeles. Tony welcomed him home and showed off his new tattoo, inked right under the first one – 530, May 30th, the day Tony and Rhodey finally got together that summer in Venice.

The great thing about the Air Force was that they didn’t deploy their men too frequently, so Tony and Rhodey were always able to spend time together. But it was inevitable that Rhodey would eventually be assigned off-base for a few months for special duties, so when Rhodey was sent off for his first deployment since moving to LA, Tony went and got his third tattoo – 138, the last three digits of Rhodey’s serial number.

It became a tradition. Whenever he and Rhodey were apart for long stretches of time, Tony would go out and get another tattoo.

518, the day they flew back to Massachusetts to get married715, the flight Rhodey took from Venice to Boston to surprise Tony for Thanksgiving502, the day Tony escaped the Ten Rings and Rhodey found him in the desert101, the number of flowers in the bouquet Rhodey got Tony for their first wedding anniversary

The list goes on.

All the tattoos were numerical, each one a representation of a significant event in their relationship.

There was only one exception. A single J marked on Tony’s shoulder blade, complementing the T that Rhodey has inked on his.

Just a tuesday in Canada

tony has had an on and off crush on rhodney since they were really young. sometimes he thinks he's over it and then rhodney will do Something and tony's heart skips a beat and is just like "oh no." and gets real down on himself because obviously rhodney would never love him in the same way

this has been sitting in my asks for a while bc i love it but i always felt like i couldn’t do it justice but here i am willing to try let’s do this 

The first time Tony thinks about even liking Rhodey, it’s when he gets him cough medicine and water when he’s sick. 

“You dumbass, you’re sick,” Rhodey says. “You need to care of that.” 

“I am invincible,” Tony scoffs. He then sneezes so hard that he nearly falls off the couch. Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“You giant dork, don’t get me sick. We’re gonna watch some crap television.” They end up getting around to watching Star Trek: Next Generation, which isn’t crap, and Tony looks at Rhodey. 

He’s really cute. 

Oh no. None of that. A.) Why the hell would Rhodey date him? B.) There are better options for Rhodey. C.) Mom and dad would kill him for even dating a man. 

Turns out he doesn’t have to worry about reason C after a while. But he has a lot more on his plate after the reason gets resolved. 

He hides in his lab for one week. He’s creating, definitely not crying, and drinking scotch that Howard said should only be allowed to come out when there was a major business deal. 

Rhodey finds him in the lab, working on another weapon. “Tones,” Rhodey says. He looks up. Rhodey looks nice. Tired. 

“You don’t have to be here,” Tony says. “I know I’m a mess, I don’t want you dealing with all…that.” 

“Want and need are two very different concepts,” Rhodey says, laughing as Tony rolls his eyes. There was this required literature class, Tony hated it, and Rhodey loved teasing him about it. He was funny like that. “Come on up, I made you the greasiest breakfast alive.” 

“With brown sugar bacon?” 

“Yes, as long as you help me wash everything because I don’t know how to work the dishwasher and you do. Come on.” 

So they eat breakfast together, and the sunlight hits, and Tony wishes that this could be life permanently. Him and Rhodey, eating breakfast and watching the news or reading it. 

But it can’t be. Because Rhodey is…he’s someone else. He’s the kind of guy who deserves to have a nice house, wonderful partner, kids if he wants them, and two dogs. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t need such a fuck-up in his life, because honestly, Rhodey has higher standards. Thank god. 

So Tony turns to see the news, and they’re still talking about Howard and Maria Stark, and the tragedy, and how their son hasn’t come to the media. When will he come so that they can act like they care about his state of being, like they don’t want all the grisly details? Tony, Tony, can you tell us about the car? How did they look? Where were you? Why weren’t you with your family? And Tony will smile and charm them and hate everything about it. 

He does that. Puts on a suit, a deep red tie, and lets loose. He tells them that it’s not their business, and that they were going to take a romantic getaway together. “And of course, you can’t have romantic with a kid in the way,” Tony says, and the reporter laughs. 

Rhodey greets him at home with a hug, hot chocolate, and a promise that Tony’s gonna get the best fucking Christmas present ever. Oh! They also got a real Christmas tree! 

Tony’s never had a real Christmas tree. Well, they have. Maria liked to keep up appearances, pretend like they all cared about the holiday and what it meant. But this is…different. Rhodey did a haul at ornament stores and found the worst ones. The rejects, the funny ones, and the neon plastic. 

“This is going to look awful honey bear,” Tony remarks. “Let’s do it.” 

They put on the radio, dance to Christmas music, and Tony realizes that most people actually have fun on the holiday. Who knew? 

Tony’s flown to the Rhodes’ house for Christmas. “You’re not spending it alone,” Rhodey says. “You’d probably drink too much and pass out.” 

“Saying that’s a bad thing?” 

“Well, Mama makes the best Christmas dinner and you know it.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes greet Tony like he’s a son coming home, and Tony can’t help but think that maybe this is how parents were supposed to be. And then he feels guilty because his literally just died what the hell–and Mama just pulls him into a hug. 

“Come on, help me around the house, hmm?” 

Rhodey complains that Mama treats Tony more like a son than her actual son, the one she birthed, and Tony just laughs as they string dried oranges and cranberries onto a string for decoration. 

“Jimmy, have some heart. And go to the store and get me some more apples, wouldn’t you?” 

It’s Christmas Eve when Tony and Rhodey are playing chess together, and Rhodey says that he’s really glad that Tony came. He was worried. 

It is Christmas Eve when Tony realizes he’s in love with James Rupert Rhodes, but he’s never going to do anything about it. 

Royai Week: Day 1 - Parental!Royai (Post Promised Day, Riza smuggled in the cat for Alphonse when she and Roy went to visit them. Ed’s having fun being Roy’s “guide”)

Everything is terrifying, but humans are so strong. 

Societies at my university are doing food bank drives. Italians are singing on their balconies and cheering health workers that go by. My university originally wasn’t going to close so lecturers took matters into their own hands and cancelled their classes, and now the university IS closing. When the government response isn’t strong enough, people are cancelling mass gatherings themselves and isolating to limit the spread. One of my friends is streaming to her self-isolating friends. My mum is going back to work tomorrow in an NHS reception. The Australian Grand Prix got cancelled and now 10,000+ people are watching an esports game version of the race on Twitch and making memes about it. All over the world, people are trying to cheer each other up.

My biggest problem with apocalypse movies, with zombie tv shows, has always been the way it portrays a world post-disaster. When humans were living in caves and hunting for survival, they drew art on the walls and told stories that were passed down in oral tradition. When London closed for the plagues, theater troupes would go around the country performing for the smaller villages instead. The human drive to create, to entertain, to adventure, to see and do new things, has always been and will always be unmoved by a crisis. 

So yes people are panic buying, yes employers and governments are being selfish and cruel. But more than ever this has highlighted that, that is not what humans are. It’s something we’re pushed to be by this society, actual cruelty is an outlier.

I’ve been clinically depressed for a long time, so it feels bizarre to say: I love humans. I am overflowing with how much I really, truly, love us. Humans are silly, tender, hopeful, and social creatures. Even something as small as a long train journey, delayed and late at night, is enough for humans to take up solidarity. No matter what happens, what state the world is in, what alterations we have to make to our lives, we will never escape being recognizably, inherently human. Thank god. 

please take this compilation of this man’s tiktoks of his ferrets and ducks

This is how to crush your soul with 9 pictures.

Epic custody battle for the Elric Brothers. Battle Royale. Free for all. any weapons permitted. To the death.

i can’t believe maes hughes died in the battle

“My cat realizing I am watching him do what I have repeatedly told him not to do”

Why Tony Stark Does Not Deserve The Half The Shit He Goes Through And Why Thanos Should Quiver Before He Snaps: An Introspective Argument

— a 700-slide powerpoint presentation by Stephen Strange, self-proclaimed leader of the Tony Stark Defense Squad