"Doesn't matter who, why, how embarrassing or how lame, if you ever had a moment of dayum, I'd tap that - even if it was brief - post a picture of that fictional character. ANIME/MANGA/GAME only, that means movie, tv shows and book characters are not allowed. Though cartoons and comics are okay.
After this meme? We will have no shame."
(THIS SHIT IS IMAGE HEAVY PEOPLE)
( Videogame Characters )
( Comic Characters )
( Cartoon Characters )
( Manga / Anime (Actually Anime) )
Holly Shit, I think I've discovered where I developed 90% of my kinks!
Also, the funny thing is that IRL I'm not really attracted to blond people.
So here I am, looking confused.
Also, Marvel Fandom friends. Does anyone knows where I can download "When The Lights Go On Again" PDF? I swear I had it somewhere, but then it disappeared, and I want to read it during my flight to San Francisco.
Toni and Steve -AX Commission- by *AmericanNinjaX on deviantART
And, since I have a huge soft spot in my heart for Batman... (My first superheroe, so to speak)
Now, I once thought that the "What the..?" where the weirdest, craziest covers I've seen, but then I found this pretty cover archive and I started browsing a wide variety of covers.
While "What The..?" does have amazing covers as:
"The Invisible Woman posing wearing nothing but an eye-patch"
The "What If?" have some...interesting ideas.
"The Fantastic Four all had the same powers"
"The Fantastic Four battled Dr. Doom before they got their powers" (I would totally read this, btw)
"Wolverine was Lord of the Vampires" and "Wolverine had been Lord of the Vampires during Inferno"
Or this jewel.
"What If... No one was watching The Watcher"
There, that's all.
The first fic is MA: Avengers. Tony and Jan are wounded after the whole mind swapping villain and they are recovering. Steve buys some flowers for Tony but he ends up giving them to Hank, so he just paints flowers for Tony.
The second fic I believe it is 616. It's halloween I think, and it's just like the movie "The Groundhog day" (You know, the same day over and over)
The third fic, I don't even remember what it was about, I just remember this particular part where it's mentioned that Steve used to check out other guys for curiosity sake in public restrooms but after the serum he discovered there was no point, 'cause he was bigger than pretty much everyone else. (I make it sound way more perverted than the original though)
Anyway, the movie's not that good, I knew it from the start...And really I only enjoy this because I LOVE this design for Tony. (The mustache freaks me out a little, but it fits so that's okay)
The only complain I have is Tony's voice. Don't get me wrong I do love his voice in the Ultimates version, it fits...But it doesn't work with this design though, it keeps giving me the impression that Tony is eternally high or something.
But well, maybe that's just me.
April 30th is the date the movie will be released in Mexico.
Boy I am happy.
I'll try to get in the premier, and if that doesn't happen...well, I'll buy my tickets before everyone else. I mean, it's "Día del Niño" and Friday. It will be crazy.
No, really I do
However Marvel seems to be "Too cool" to send stuff outside the USA and Canada.
Well, that sucks
(I'll find a way to get things though, really. Even if I have to travel to the US with the specific purpose of having them)
Iron Man Tee
Marvel Heroes Tee
(Well, he would need to be plain evil and cruel. Also, heartless, but he could)
See, Tony as a villain is a scary thought.
Poor guy, being bad would have been an easier more profitable branch...yet he chose to fight the good fight.
That's one of the many reasons I love the guy.
Also, Himilce has an obession with tattoos, she has...around six or seven right now, and she wants more.
Crazy little girl...
Beta: God knows I needed one: northstar_rocks (And I used your title idea :P)
Word Count: 455
A/N: What can I say? It's nothing big, my first fic ever (At least in english) It's just that I needed to write this, it had been nagging my mind for a while.
Oh yeah, this is Ultimates.
The question that Steve Rogers asked himself every night, while touching the sleeping form of his lover, was not why or when he started sleeping with Tony Stark, but when he would stop.
It had started as a one-night stand, all lust and heat, the clash of bodies, members and mouths fighting for dominance and pleasure.
However, in the pleasurable mist of the after orgasm it had all changed, Stark had drifted to unconsciousness, exhausted by the wild rhythm of sex, Steve lying next to him, glanced at his one night lover and knew at that moment that everything had changed.
He liked Stark, at least until he talked. He was a smart and strong man, the image of the future and science, all bravado and pride, the man who knew that was in disadvantage with almost every one of his “teammates” but wouldn’t let that bother him, contrary to that, he would find a way to make himself day by day more valuable.
He was a spoiled rich boy; there was no way to deny that, always willing to seduce others whether with sex, money or charm, and everything in the midst of a cancer that was slowly stealing his life.
Seeing him sleeping like that, body slack from exhaustion, face blushed and relaxed, it had done something to him. For the first time since he knew him, Stark looked as a man, as a human being, affected by the same evils as others, and more. A man who, albeit in secret, was afraid of the death that was slowly reaching him and was craving for some sort of contact to keep himself anchored in the world. Contact that had been given and taken by Natasha Romanov, leaving Tony alone and blaming himself for Jarvis's death
It was surprising how the way he saw the man had changed just by seeing Stark stripped of his defenses, it was surprising but understandable, for he could see Stark, no, Tony in a new light. The barriers that the man had built around himself had disappeared to reveal something new; something that everyone knew Stark had but almost no one had a chance to see: his heart.
In broad daylight, however, nothing would have changed. They would act as they had always acted, not minding the other but for an occasional discussion. There were no smiles, no flirty looks; in the eye of the public and their teammates there would be nothing.
At night though everything was different, and Steve would find himself reaching for the man sleeping at his side, pulling him closer, while he asked himself the same question.
“Who will stop this? When will this stop?”
He knew the answer, and he feared it.