I’m going to start a “Crotchety Old Ladies of Tumblr” Club. Weekly meetings consist of us hanging around without make-up, eating leftover birthday cake for breakfast, and trying to one-up each other with ridiculous fanfic ideas.
I would like to join. I come with my own lack of makeup.
Ridiculous fanfic ideas? This sounds like my kind of club.
((a bit of the start of something, because I’m trying to write and it’s not going well, so please, have this. 8) Warnings for injury, specifically child injury and upcoming parental angst.))
“Hey, you crazy kids. What’s the good word?” Clint said, ambling through the door to the playroom. “Cap, we’ve-”
He stopped, because DJ came scrambling across the floor, an unearthly shriek echoing in his wake. Steve, a step behind him, snagged him by the back of the shirt, dragging him to a stop. DJ twisted in his grip, leaning his body against the fabric of his shirt, howling like a banshee.
“The good word,” Steve said, his voice tired, “appears to be ‘loud.’”
Clint’s eyebrows arched. “Yeah, I got that. Everything okay, Cap?”
“He’s in a mood today,” Steve said, and there was the thinnest note of strain to his voice, of frustration and anger. He looked tired when he looked at Clint, but he scooped DJ off of his feet. DJ kicked at him, a fresh howl working its way to a feverish pitch. Steve’s eyes squeezed shut. “Deej-”
DJ swung a hand at him, and Steve set him back on his feet, crouching down. “Don’t hit,” he said. “You know better than that. We don’t hurt people, even if we’re feeling bad. Right?”
DJ’s lower lip wobbled, but he nodded.
“Good boy.” Steve kissed his forehead and let him go. DJ plodded across the room, flopping into the pile of pillows that formed his reading corner. He picked up a big picture book, seemingly at random, and hunched over it.
“Not a good day, huh?” Clint asked.
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the-world-is-a-corner reblogged your post maplerosekisses said:So, now that… and added:
The real question is: has Botverse!Steve seen the videos of Tony testing the armor when he built it?
Cause we all saw how THAT one went.
Yes. Yes, he has. It went just about as well in this verse.
grumpycakes replied to your post: maplerosekisses said:So, now that…
AND WHO WANTS TO GUESS HE GETS PERIPHERALLY MAD AT TONY IF ONLY CAUSE HE REMEMBERS THOSE TAPES. Was him messing around in the suit or a prototype given Tony’s approval? *betting not*
No. Tony did not give permission for this particular test. Not at all. Not even a little bit.
He’s not sure if the kid is TRYING to kill him, or if that’s just a natural part of parenting.
justpale replied to your post:So, now that DJ is big enough to be stealing Clint and Tony’s clothes, do you think his parents would allow him to pilot one of Tony’s suits?
But wouldn’t Tony have Jarvis lock DJ out of the suits?
The full suits? Sure. But the setup I’m talking about, bits and pieces of salvaged components, repaired circuits and power relays, that’s harder to keep him out of.
Listen, when my father and his younger brother were twelve and eight years old respectively, they realized that they if they rolled their father’s VW Bug to the end of the driveway before starting it, instead of taking their bikes to do their morning paper delivery, they could just drive.
They stole my grandparent’s car every morning for a year and a half before they approached a stop sign and a cop car rolled up next to them. The cop was the father of a friend, who waved cheerfully to them and went on his way. To this day, my father believes that it didn’t occur to the guy that they were not nearly old enough to be driving.
What I’m saying is, you can hide the keys to the cars, but kids are going to find a way to play with their parents toys and Jarvis has proved to be utter RUBBISH at keeping DJ from doing exactly what he wants to do anyway.
I feel so bad for Jarvis most of the time. Poor helpless AI.
emeraldincandescent reblogged your post:nehirose: i’m apparently dealing with this week…
The Botverse wouldn’t be the problem. The Toasterverse would, because your head would explode from trying to put everything in chronological order.
You think you have problems? I’m the one who actually has to keep this mess straight in my head.
And I haven’t read most of these things since I wrote them. 8)
i’m apparently dealing with this week by rereading scifigrl47's avengers fic.
all of it.
This is… Not a good idea.
You will die. Pretty sure this stuff has a maximum safe dose, and it’s two, three stories max, maybe five if they’re casefiles. If you try to mainline the whole of the Botverse all at once, I’m pretty sure you won’t make it.
I need to have paperwork drawn up holding me harmless in the case of mental damage from overexposure. 8)
I am writing a fight in a lesbian bar set to Hozier’s “Take Me to Church.”
I think this is a sign that it’s time to go to bed.
!!!! I have so much affection for that evil potatoface with legs. where’d you find that mug?
It was a gift! Sci gave it to me, she apparently found it on clearance somewhere. This way it’s always on display and I don’t have to wash the inside of it, which is a bit of a devil to get clean.
Not where I got it from, but it’s still in stock here: