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not to keep sounding like a Killmonger apologist but like… if T’Challa hadn’t killed him?? this would be such a great time to have a conveniently murderous cousin in the palace basement. “look alive and suit up, asshole. you’ve got anger issues and we’ve got approximately 7000 aliens in the backyard. get to work.” [Okoye yeets Killmonger out a window into the middle of the fight]

When I think about it, aside from the heartbreak in the final minutes, Endgame was full of the most amazing Tony Stark development and characterization. He was just so good in the movie. Like… as much as it doesn’t feel like it sometimes because we lost our hero, Tony fans were incredibly well-fed. 

Tony’s compassion was emphasized during his short scenes with Nebula in space. During the game with Tony, Nebula was finally able to win for once in her life.

Tony’s feelings were given time to breathe in the film. We see him reaching out to Pepper in the earliest moments, expressing his desire to see her again. It shows how much of a romantic he’s always been.

Tony got to air his grievances with Steve over the fallout with Civil War without being forced to apologize.

We got to see that Tony led a happy and fulfilling life for at least five years with his family. He and Pepper were happily married. Tony and Pepper have an amazing little girl together.

Tony is portrayed as a damn good father. Showing that he broke the cycle. He’s a better man than Howard will ever be. 

It was Tony who cracked time-travel, which should’ve been impossible.

It was Tony who ultimately made it possible to bring everyone back, because he selflessly put aside his concerns for his family (and his own happiness) to make the leap. Meaning: none of this would’ve worked without Tony’s brains (ability to find the solution) and his heart (willingness to help others).

We got classic Stark nicknames like “Blue Meanie” and “Lebowski.” 

Tony and Steve finally got to resolve their trust issues and work together. Tony’s the one who gave Steve his shield back. (And we also got Tony blatantly checking out Steve’s ass–and commenting on it.) 

Tony was always there to check and make sure the team were okay (ex: trying to get Thor to sit down when he got emotional recounting what happened during the events of Dark World; giving Bruce medical treatment after he snapped the gauntlet; telling Thor he was in no condition to use the gauntlet; checking up on Steve after the Compound exploded (”That’s my man!”))

Regardless of one’s feelings about Howard, Tony was finally able to find closure with his father, which he desperately needed. 

Tony had the strength to harness all six infinity stones without it doubling him over in pain. (He’s a badass bitch.)

Tony had the willpower to snap his fingers, knowing all it would cost him.

Tony Stark saved the fucking universe. He was literally “The One.” How many other characters can say the same? 

There’s a reason most critics are saying Tony was the emotional core of the story and RDJ’s performance was the highlight of the film. While other characters might’ve had more flashy moments or funnier lines, while other characters might’ve gotten happy endings, and Tony didn’t, the heartbeat of the film really did resound inside Tony. No doubt, he had the best story arc through the entire MCU–and Endgame was no different.

Anyway… that’s just some positive outlook. I know we’re all heartbroken by the ending. We had to say goodbye to Tony. His ending wasn’t fair. He leaves behind so much. But, in the grand scheme, Tony’s arc in this film was beautiful. It was the film.

“Mom doesn’t get enough love,

So I thought I would show her some” (lexi rabe)

Morgan stark being a proud daughter of iron man/tony stark and rescue/pepper Potts ♥️

Favourite Male Characters  » Tony Stark/Iron Man

Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, what are you?

Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.

yellow

a sequel to blue 

“Hello, Mr. Lupin,” said Minerva as he welcomed the best addition to her life in the pas 15 years. She would never say this publicly but Teddy Lupin had made himself her new favourite the instant she held him in her arms, mischievous smiles and unexpected looks were all it took for Minerva to fall in love with a helpless bundle of mischief, fourteen years ago. 

It was towards the end of May she supposed. Her mind was still foggy about that May even though spring was her favourite. It was funeral after funeral, wounds that needed tending to that kept bleeding and her heart felt like it was about to give up so it was quite understandable that Minerva didn’t remember whether it was early June or late May when she met Teddy and he, of course, wouldn’t remember when that was.

Her heart had belonged to all of her students, she wouldn’t say she loved all of them but she always cherished those she had taught because she thought that it was sacred, the bond between teacher and a pupil. That’s why she was so respectful to but also, very fond of Albus Dumbledore; she had, after all, learned a great deal from him and she felt like somehow, she had taught him as well. But every now and then, she felt her heart belong to some of her students a bit more. Some felt like they were her children even though she never had any. A lot of people said “You’ll understand when you’re a mother” when she was younger but she never had to become a mother biologically to understand the happiness and pain one could feel for their child. She had felt this way about four kids that drove her mad before, all of them long gone now and she had known the pain of losing them. She had felt this way about a messy haired boy that looked so painfully like his father that Minerva thought she confused her love for James Potter for this kid but she was wrong. She remembered her scream as she saw Harry’s limp body and how her heart started beating again the moment she knew he was alive. She also remembered the pride and honour she felt when Harry risked his own life when that bloody idiot had spat at her. Maybe they didn’t share a blood bond but Minerva knew Harry was as good as her son. 

The last time she felt like that was late May in 1998, the boy couldn’t even crawl yet when Minerva felt that bond with him. He didn’t have to as far as Minerva was concerned because she could feel the wolf that Teddy’s father hated so much and she could see what his mother had left him with, a gift beyond imagination. 

“Professor McGonagall? MINNIE?!” 

“You know you can’t call me Minnie on school grounds Mr. Lupin,” reminded Minerva as she pushed her glasses up. 

“I’ve been calling your name for a good two minutes now, Professor,” answered Teddy with concern in his eyes. 

“I see you’re back to your usual blue hair,” she pointed out, ignoring the elephant in the room. She had tried to get him to have a more normal hair colour at the beginning but she didn’t bother anymore. “How was the patrol?” 

“It was boring as usual,” said Teddy and looked at Minerva expectantly. “What was it that you wanted to show me professor?” 

Minerva then opened the glass door behind which Dumbledore’s Pensieve was hidden.

“I hope you know what this is.” 

“Of course I do. Harry has one just like it,” he replied pridefully. “He used to spend hours watching memories in his room.. he doesn’t do it that much anymore.”  

“This particular Pensieve was Albus Dumbledore’s but now I use it to store my memories,” she explained. “I’m sure Harry has shown you a lot of memories about Remus and Nymphadora.” 

“Don’t call her that, Professor,” said Teddy with a smile on his face. 

“Ms. Tonks, it is then,” as she undid her bun and let her braided hair fall. “If you don’t mind, it’s late and it’s just us.” 

“Of course I don’t, Minnie.” 

Minerva let that one slide as she looked for the memory she wanted to show the blue haired boy. 

“As I said, I am aware that Mr. Potter has shown you quite a lot but he doesn’t have the memories from their years in Hogwarts and I thought maybe you wanted to see them?” 

“Of course I do,” beamed Teddy as he moved closer to the Pensieve. “I want to see Harry’s father and Sirius who everyone keeps saying I used to look like. I got to say, I’m not that excited about the rat though.”

“I promise you’re not even going to realise who he is,” said Minerva as she started swirling the memory around in the Pensieve. “He used to be so different, so happy and nice. If he bothers you, a lot of people used to say he is not that hard to ignore. Would you like to go first?” 

Teddy took a deep breath after he nodded to Minerva and sunk his face into the silver substance in the marble basin. 

Teddy felt the world around the twist and turn. Every single time he did this, he felt nauseous but this time even more so because he had never seen his parents in Hogwarts before roaming in the same corridors he does now, talking to the ghosts and people he knows; he didn’t know what to expect but he still felt like his heart was trying to beat itself dead. 

His feet found the floor in the Great Hall. Minnie was standing right next to him but her younger self was watching with an amused look on her face from the teacher’s table. 

“10th of March, 1973,” she said with her long fingers on Teddy’s back. “Remus had made the mistake of not telling his new friends his birthday two years in a row.” 

His eyes locked onto the chubby little boy standing in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables with a huge banner 8 feet in the air that said “Happy Birthday Remus!” with moving confetti on it. The boy was undoubtedly Peter Pettigrew and as Minnie had said, he looked nothing like Teddy had seen him or heard about him. 

Teddy then looked at the boy standing on top of the Gryffindor table singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs, as flamboyant as can be, his hair shined like it had glitter on it. 

“Uncle Sirius?” 

“Indeed it is,” replied Minerva shaking her head. “He had a knack for drama as you can see. Azkaban took a lot from him but I can promise you he still had fire in him after all those years.” 

Just as Teddy was about to ask about Sirius before that day, another boy jumped on the Slytherin table, a bold move Teddy thought, singing his heart out with a little help from Sonorus and before he could stop himself he blurted out something he knew couldn’t be. 

“Is that Harry?!” 

“I had the same thought when I first saw Harry in Hogwarts but I thought Harry was James. They look so much alike, it’s so easy to confuse them,” smiled McGonagall. “You’ll see the scar is missing and James’ eyes aren’t green. They come from that lovely lady with red hair rolling her eyes, few seats from your father.” 

Teddy couldn’t focus on the red haired girl the moment he laid eyes on his father. Remus Lupin in flesh and blood looking up at his stupid friends shaking his head but also laughing. Teddy could see that the full moon wasn’t near but he could also tell that it wasn’t further away but Remus Lupin was there, just there, his hands covering his eyes slightly. But Teddy could see his yellow eyes were even more alight than usual. Teddy never said his father’s eyes were amber, he thought that amber normalised it when it was anything but normal, even for wizards. 

Teddy walked towards his father without even realising it. There was a birthday cake flying towards him, following James Potter’s wand, and he looked genuinely happy. The memories Harry showed him were from a dark time and Teddy knew that. Even when Remus smiled, Teddy could see the darkness in his yellow eyes carrying the weight of the war. Teddy had seen his father this happy only one more time and he had watched that memory countless times with and without Harry, it was the one where Remus had joined them in the cottage and asked Harry to be his godfather. His hand reached for his father as he made a wish for his birthday and a loud bang came from the dungeons.

“That was your present,” grinned Sirius as a boy whose face seemed familiar from Daily Prophet came into the Great Hall with his wand out and walked straight towards the four boys. “No one can make fun of you but us, Lupin but most importantly no one can mess with you but us.” The last thing Teddy saw was some unflattering additions to the Slytherin’s face before the memory became foggy. 

“A few spells flew around after that, I honestly can’t remember what happened,” apologised McGonagall. “However, I do remember why the boys did that to that idiot. He had made fun of your father’s scars implying some ugly things about your grandparents as well as Remus and well, no one messes with the Marauders but the Marauders.” 

Minerva was looking around the shelves again as Teddy tried to understand how everything turned out the way it did. It didn’t make sense that these kids were like this 15 years before Teddy was born and now, there was no trace from any of them. Teddy’s mind couldn’t fathom how it went so utterly horrific that this was the only way him and Harry could see their parents again and Sirius barely got his name cleared. He didn’t get how Professor McGonagall was still standing after all this. 

“Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed pulling Teddy from wherever he was. This one was actually one of her favourite memories. She wasn’t as interested in the pink haired Hufflepuff girl while she was in Hogwarts as she was with the Marauders but Nymphadora Tonks held a special place in her mind as a fellow shapeshifter. 

She was never close to Tonks as Molly Weasley was but that didn’t mean that Minerva didn’t enjoy her subtle mischief and the joy she was able to spread around her. Maybe she wasn’t as school appropriate as some around her but she had a gift that she hadn’t abused, not once. It seemed to Minerva that Tonks used that to cause some problems for Filch or for the students that pissed her off. Minerva had noticed that even though she had the ability to morph into whoever she wants to look like, Tonks always looked like herself, the only things that changed permanently were her hair colour and her eye colour. Andromeda complained about how she didn’t even remember what colour Tonks’ eyes were when she was born but Minerva knew deep down how proud Andromeda was of the self-love her daughter had because Andromeda’s family had destroyed hers in a matter of seconds. Minerva thought Andromeda should have been proud of herself for bringing up a daughter like Tonks after having the worst possible examples in her life.

Minerva poured the liquid into the Pensieve again and motioned to Teddy to go ahead. The blue haired boy sank his face into the memory and Minerva followed right after he slipped away. 

Teddy recognised the bubble gum pink even before he was standing still in McGonagall’s memory. She had a black and yellow scarf around her neck, the air was dark and it was raining outside. His mother was standing next to a Gryffindor that Teddy recognised to be Uncle Charlie, granted he had a lot less scars back then not that he was complaining about any of them. Charlie Weasley had shown Teddy some memories as well but Teddy didn’t remember this particular one. There was a smaller Hufflepuff girl hiding behind Tonks looking terrified beyond belief as if she had just seen a basilisk. Tonks and Charlie were talking heatedly to a Slytherin boy who looked like he was older and Charlie was trying to calm everyone down but Teddy could see his mother get aggravated. They both had a tell, you see, when they were trying to tame their anger and Teddy had never seen his mum do it but he still did the same thing when he was trying to bite his tongue. Teddy thought maybe he should believe when people say “You’re more like your parents than you know”. They moved closer and now Teddy could hear what they say.

“You should probably tell your parents that he’s been gone for a while now,” said Tonks with a hidden impatience in her voice but seemingly very calm. “Maybe they should stop feeding you these stupid thoughts.”

“You’re no better than her, are you Tonks?” shot back the older Slytherin boy. “Daughter to a blood traitor and a mudblood, such filth. I mean understandable how you both ended up in Hufflepuff, the Hogwarts garbage.”

“Tonks, NO!” yelled Uncle Charlie as he tried to grab Tonks before she could throw herself at the Slytherin boy. He slightly succeeded and moments later young McGonagall arrived at the scene ordering Charlie to take Tonks away and taking several points from Slytherin.

“You’ll see when we flatten you in Quidditch,” she kept yelling as Charlie tried to take her away, Teddy noticed that her hair was changing to a bright yellow matching the colour on her scarf. “Filth, my ass. At least my parents aren’t murderous FREAKS!”

“Nymphadora Tonks!” hissed McGonagall sternly. “Enough! How do you plan on becoming an Auror if you cannot even control your nerves?”

“Well when I’m an Auror, I will be able to hex idiots like him s—”

“That’s not what being an Auror is about Ms. Tonks and I hope you know that,” corrected McGonagall with a very asserting voice that Teddy’s mum stopped kicking and screaming. “Twenty points from Hufflepuff for your lack of self-control. Dismissed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered back and walked away with her yellow hair and white knuckles.

They travelled back to Minerva’s office and Teddy starting pacing up and down.

“Why would you take points from her?” he yelled without intending to. “She had a point.”

“She indeed did have a point,” she began soothingly. “But she didn’t know how to prove it and whether you want to be an Auror or not, violence is always the last answer; she had to learn that even though she had a point in getting angry at that idiot. After that day, she became more careful. If she didn’t learn some of those things in Hogwarts, Alastor would have never taken her as a student. In a way, those twenty points taken were for her benefit.” 

“If you say so.”

“I showed you that memory to show your mum’s compassionate side even since when she was in Hogwarts,” continued Minerva. “I think she gets that from your grandmother. Andromeda always had a way of caring for others like she was never taught not care for anyone else but purebloods.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Teddy sat down and looked around the room, trying to take the memories in. He definitely wanted to see more but he didn’t know if he wanted to taint the ones he had seen tonight, he just needed some time to digest these and then he could come more.

“Can I come another night for other memories?” he asked silently without meeting the Professor’s eyes.

“I can imagine it can be too much at once,” she replied. “Of course you can come another night, just let me know beforehand so we can arrange a meeting, I’m still the headmistress after all.”

“Thank you, Minnie.”

“I called you here mainly to tell you that I see so much of them in you Mr. Lupin,” confided Minerva as he walked towards the door with Teddy. “It’s not just your looks or your abilities that makes me say that but it’s the way you smile and your eyes shine when you’re around the people you love. It’s the way you stand up for others and are willing to go the distance to make sure someone is happy or fine. That’s because your parents live in you, in me, in Charlie Weasley, in your godfather, in Molly, in Ginny and in so many others. It’s because they have left a mark on everyone they have met and through them, even though you never got to meet them properly, you’re more like them than you know.”

Teddy was barely holding his tears back but he could see that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of crying as well. Before he left, he built the courage and moved as quickly as he can to give her a hug. However what he expected to be a short lived hug turned into one of the most comforting hugs Teddy ever felt, it felt like his grandmother was hugging him and Teddy let go in that moment. Because Minnie was right, all these people tried their absolute best to make sure Teddy was able to see and know his parents as much as he could and that’s why even though he didn’t realise he had taken after them.

“Thank you once more Professor,” he said as he pulled away.

“You can call me Minnie in this room Mr. Lupin,” smiled Minerva before she opened the door. “Now, off you go.”

Teddy Lupin walked to his room wiping his eyes but with two new memories to dream about at night.

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Amazing Spider-man №524

Jenny: You were supposed to keep Mister Harrow under surveillance, not chase him into a coronary!

McGee: Director, once he made us, we had to take him into custody, didn't we?

Ziva: No, the Director's right. We could of let Haro escape. If he sold ARES, we could of caught "Black Rose" or "La Grenouille" selling it to Iran!

Jenny: Don't be cute, Officer David! I'm saying there had to be a better way! Right Tony? [Jenny glares at Tony for some support]

Tony: Uh, that's right Director. They could've -

Gibbs: - Shot him.

Tony: That's right, they could have shot him.

Gibbs: Of course, in high octane situation, Ziva reverts to her Mossad training and probably would've put a round through his heart.

Ziva: Three rounds...

Gibbs: And McGee, not to be outdone, would've -

McGee: - Added three more rounds.

Jenny: Gibbs...

Gibbs: See, there you go. Six rounds, same result. One dead Mister Harrow.

[Ducky walks over to the group]

Ducky: I signed for the body. Cause of death was most likely a - [noticing Jenny glaring at Gibbs] Am I interrupting?

Jenny: Not at all, Doctor. We were just discussing the various ways NCIS could have killed Mister Harrow besides chasing him to death!

Ducky: I am interrupting... [Turns around and starts to walk away]

Jenny: Doctor! [Ducky turns back] Death was most likely caused by?

Ducky: Myocardial Infarction. It was probably brought on by a combination of a high fat Western diet, little exercise, and the mistaken belief he could run up all those stairs. Rigorous for most - rigor mortis for him.

Jenny: Anything else?

Ducky: Well, not until I do the - [Jenny glares at Gibbs and then hurries off] - autopsy.

Do you ever cry because you’re just so happy that Tony Stark exists