For More Eye-sex!!!

Yes.

Flirting with the idea of developing a fic idea I had where Dean freaks out after Cas is bought back (post s15) and flees to Jody's under the guise of fixing her roof or her fence or something and just keeps finding things to fix instead of going back to the bunker, and in that time he actually learns how to unwind and set aside his soldier mentality for the first time ever, opens up to Jody a little about not knowing how to accept someone's love without thinking it will kill them, and he also begins to grow out his hair and beard because again, he's no longer a soldier he doesn't need the utilitarian cut anymore, and when Cas finally gets fed up enough to chase him down and confront him he bursts into Jody's house ready to fight it out but is blindsided by Dean Winchester, love of his life, with floppy hair, a beard, some fuckass Hawaiian shirt, bickering in the kitchen with Claire as he cooks dinner or something and the steam is taken out of him so fast because it's the softest and most relaxed he's ever seen Dean that he just kind of walks up and puts his hands in his hair and stares at him while Dean has that emotional in love with my best friend crisis he was avoiding for months in like fifteen seconds flat

Stephen: what vegetables do you want for dinner tonight?

Harley: Tomato

Peter: haha well Tomato's a fruit so-

Harley: I hate to break this to you but- nothing's a vegetable. Vegetable is just a term that means you can eat it. In botany, nothing's a vegetable. So yeah, a tomato's a berry, but a carrot is just a root. A- and potato's just a tuber. And like- cucumber is just a melon.

Harley: Melons are fruits, in other ways. You're not going to put it in your fruit salad, though. You're not going to put tomato in your fruit salad.

Peter:

Harley: broccoli? broccoli's a fucking flower, dude. We're eating a flower when we eat broccoli.

Peter:

Harley: Kale is just a leaf. So is lettuce.

Peter:

Harley: nothing's a vegetable. vegetables don't exist.

These scenes give a lot of "husbands" vibes

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Peter: FOUR MONTHS

Stephen: what’s he talking about?

Tony: it’s not that big of a deal-

Peter: YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR F O U R MONTHS

I envy my friends for this very reason. I practically sobbed, plotted theories and somehow held myself together. And these people don't even wait for like 10 minutes.

Currently rewatching Sherlock with my parents (they are watching it for the first time)

And we just watched "The Reichenbach Fall" and then just immediately watched the next episode...

And it was the strangest feeling because I remember the mania that swept the internet when the episode aired and how everyone spent the next two years analyzing every millisecond of it and coming up with every possible way Sherlock could've faked his death.

Two years

Two years

It was surreal to hear my mom say "Oh, I knew he was still alive" and my dad say, "lets see how he did it." And click on to the next episode.

They will never know how lucky they are

Lol so me😂

"sorry English is not my first language" I say. As if I make any sense in my first language

OMG afsdsrdgxhcgfddsddfggh..... It's so cute UwU

Stephen's eyes were always green now. Not the type of green they used to be, when the light hit them right, and Tony saw them shift between deep green and light green and every shade in between. The blues and the yellows and the browns were gone entirely. 

Tony had once tried to catalog all the ways that Stephen's eyes changed, with difference in light and movement of his head and maybe Stephen's mood, though Stephen complained it was simply sectoral heterochromia, that Tony was being ridiculous, he didn't need to have several gigabytes of data on theories and notes on Stephen's eye colors, what the hell Tony. 

But that was many years ago, before the changes had really set in. And now, Stephen's eyes were always green, the green of the time stone.

Stephen had just come home from a many months, less-than-pleasant-jaunt through the darker dimensions, and his face was gray and his gaunt, and his eyes glowed with the power of the stone, how it coursed through him without restraint now, even when he took The Eye off. 

Tony had held him tight, fed him, striped him of his wrecked robes, and wrapped him up in bed. It was almost 16 hours later, and Stephen hadn't woken, and Tony hadn't slept, working down on his workshop and keeping one eye on the video feed of the bedroom. 

But Tony hadn't slept in a while before Stephen portalled back, first a minor villain and then a meeting or two and then an idea for an invention that couldn't wait, and now he was running on fumes. His body knew it was time to rest, even if his mind didn't. 

So he went upstairs, mentally preparing himself to wind down, to get ready for bed. But when he got to the bedroom, saw Stephen sleeping, he just… couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his partner, taking him in.

The eyes weren't the only change. Over the years, Stephen hadn't really aged even as Tony accumulated gray hairs, had started using tenses oddly, writing in languages that Tony was pretty sure didn't exist yet or had died off long ago, looking far off in the distance when he thought Tony wasn't looking; but Tony was always looking.

It was odd, to be on this side of things. He was a hero in his own right, he knew what it was like to carry the weight of the world, to sacrifice a part of yourself so that others may live. But it was different to watch as the person he loved slowly changed in front of him.

Stephen shifted, sighed in his sleep, and Tony smiled, automatic. Stephen may be different, changed. But Tony was changed too, because that's what time does; it changes people. And maybe the euphoria of early love had faded from them. But in its place there was… peace. Understanding. And yes, love. Just as fierce and as true as the first time they had kissed.

Stephen shifted again, and his eyes worked their way open, hazy as the last bit of sleep left him.

And Stephen's eyes were green. But he was there, in their bed, next to Tony.

Stephen looked around, and saw Tony looking at him.

"Anything in particular you are looking at?" Stephen rumbled, raising an eyebrow. The haughty effect was completely ruined by his bedhead.

Tony laughed, leaned forward, kissed him.

"Just thinking about my favorite color."

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