
there was too much Avengers on my dash right now to not NOT draw them.

Zeeewa’s birthday present to me, feat. Losers 1 and 2
I am so happy you guys, this has been the best birthday.
[chinhands]
wondys-gone-deactivated20160112:
- dskjlfdskf okay so when tony is in the lab for too long, steve shows up and drapes himself over tony like he just hugs him and starts whining “tonyyyyyyy pleaseeeeeee” and tony srsly cant say no to him ever so he always ends up leaving
- dum-e, u, and butterfingers LOVE steve and they follow him around when hes in the lab and tony just calls them traitors
- steve is possessive of tony like hes always putting an arm around his waist and leaving hickeys on him and tony just basks in the attention ok
- steve is super cuddly omg hes always hugging tony and he’s an octopus when hes asleep and tony had never been with anyone like that before but he loves it and he gets used to it and even expects it super quickly
- steve has to watch what he says around tony like about wanting things bc if he said he wanted the moon for his bday, tony would probably find a way to get it for him asdlkfs tony wants to give him everything :’)
When Tony get’s flustered he blurts out random science facts.
Steve leans in and whispers, “I know you want to kiss me, Tony.”
“DID YOU KNOW THEY’RE OVER 200 BILLION STARS IN OUR OWN SOLAR SYSTEM.”

I think it’s time to go to bed.
[ADDING THE TEXT IN CASE IT’S TOO SMALL]
“Tony?”
“What?”
“Is Peter down there?”
“Squirt’s right here.”
“Alright… what are you doing?”
“His toy broke, I’m fixing it.”
“His ‘robot’?” (I’m still shipping it hard that Steve’s still trying to come up with all this technology stuff.)
“Yep.”
“Oh God.. what.”
“Lasers are needed nowadays, Rogers.”
“Tony, it’s a Playskool robot.”
“Playskool can suck my wrench.”

128/365 - McDonald's MakeoutsThis is a sequel to my “It’s my money and I can buy what I want.” post, and it is also inspired by one of bootycap’s glorious headcanons:
and steve’s hand is gripping the edge of the neck where the helmet would normally attach, his fingers down in the gap, pulling tony forward into a kiss, fries tumbling down the side of the sign from where tony’s hand flailed out and knocked them off (x)