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Monster of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.”

Monster of Frankenstein in pop culture: (unintelligible moaning)

LOOK👏AT👏THIS👏MASTER👏PIECE👏I👏APPRECIATE👏YOUR👏WORK👏YOU👏BEAUTIFUL👏ARTIST👏

Compromise.

Tony Stark in CA:CW

“If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys… If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done *to* us later. Thats the fact. That won’t be pretty.”

Digital painting using the Autodesk Sketchbook app. Pastel brushes for face and hair. Digital brush for clothing. 6+ hrs.

Let me know what you think?

For good luck

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"I'm with you til the end of the line."

idk about u guys but im pretty gay for jennifer jareau

Me Watching 13 Reasons Why

13 Reasons Why: Tony's gay

Me: Ha! I KNEW I couldn't have that strong a bond with a heterosexual character!

Life Changes (ch 9)

Finally Peter was able to start PT and he could feel that it was going to be a long day. Getting out of the bed was one thing, standing upright was another. Walking was an entirely different beast all together. Dr. Romanova was pretty patient with him. He asked her multiple times if she thought he could actually walk again. Every time, she calmly told him that he was doing great. The woman honestly had the patience of a saint. Walking wouldn’t come yet, as he was still having trouble staying upright by himself. He was sore and just wanted to sleep. He glances over to the door, distracted. He wanted to see Tony, but also didn’t want to see Tony. He wanted Tony to  be proud of him for something. He feels the back of his head being lightly slapped and he snapped out of his thoughts.

“If you don’t stop staring into space, I’m going to let you fall on your face.”

“You wouldn’t!” Peter pouts a little. She raises an eyebrow and loosens her grip. Peter stumbles and flails his arms. She catches him easily and smirks.

“Believe me now?”

“That was mean.” Peter pouts.

“What’s on your mind, Spiderling?” She asked, sitting him down slowly in a chair.

“Spiderling?”

“That’s not answering the question.”

Peter sighs a little. “I don’t…..I don’t know if Tony and I are the right thing.”

Something flashed in the woman’s eyes but her speech remained calm. “Explain?”

“Tony is amazing, you know that. But am I really good enough for him? I mean, he’s a brain surgeon for god’s sake. One of the best.in the world. And I’m just an ex-dancer. He saves lives for a living.”

Dr. Romanova nods a little. “Tony is a special person. He’s a man with a broken past. I have never seen him smile as much as he does since he met you. He is legitimately happy. He hasn’t lost a case since you two became a thing. You’re like his saving grace or something. His good luck charm. Never doubt your self worth Peter.”

Peter looks down. “Yeah. You’re right. It was dumb.”

Did Tony really believe he was good luck? He didn’t feel like he deserved it but he wasn’t going to argue with Tony. Or Dr. Romanova because she kinda scared him.

“Peter I don’t blame you for questioning yourself, but maybe you should talk to him about all this.”

“No.” Peter shakes his head. “No. I can’t. I don’t want to worry him.”

-----.-----

Tony makes his way across the lobby area to look at the surgical board. It looked like he was clipping an aneurysm in a bit and he had to check on Aaron. He would like to spend some time in the ER today. Maybe he could catch Peter for lunch and he could finally meet Steve. He’d ask Nat. Turning on his heel, Tony makes his way towards Aaron’s room. As he walked, he sings softly to himself. ‘Sweet Caroline’ typically comes to mind when he had moments like this. They were rare before he met Peter, but they did happen.

“Sweeet Carolineeee, bum bum bum, good times never seemed so good-”

“My god, you’re smitten.” A voice behind him interrupted.

Tony stops and turns. Stephen stood there with an amused look on his face.

“I can’t help it!” He grins. “It’s a good feeling, to have someone want you for more than your brain. Pun intended.”

Stephen’s face fell a little but he recovered quickly. Tony still caught it and felt bad.

“Well I’m happy for you. It’s about time you started smiling more.”

“Stephen I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Stephen waves his hand. “On your way to go see Aaron?”

Grateful for the subject change, Tony nods. “He’s doing great from what I’ve heard. Oh hey, what are you doing for lunch?”

“I’m not sure. Why?”

“I was gonna see if Steve and Bucky and Nat and Peter wanted to do lunch. You wanna come? A real lunch not hospital food.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Go see your future FBI agent.”

Tony gives a mock salute and smiles. “See ya at lunch.”

“Maybe.”

“Nah. I’ll see you then.”

Tony laughs as he makes his way into Aaron’s room. Only Hayley was there.

“No Spencer today?”

“He had class. At the university.” Aaron smiles a little. “Going for his first PhD.”

“His first?” Tony raises an eyebrow.

“He’s a genius.” Hayley says proudly. “Graduated highschool at thirteen.”

“Wow, he really is a genius.” Tony whistles. “Well it all looks good. Ready to get out of here?”

“I’d love nothing more.” Aaron answers, sitting up.

“I’ll get you the papers, one moment.” Tony leaves the room to go get the papers and returns a moment later. “Just fill the paper and then take it to the desk and you’re free to go.”

“Thanks Dr. Stark. You’re the best.”

Tony laughs a little. “Yeah that is what I’ve been told.”

“Yeah well it’s true.” Aaron replies, filling out the paperwork.

It was nice to hear that. He felt the smile growing across his face. It was cases like this that reminded him why he does what he does. To help people. To see their smiles and happy tears as they hug each other in relief. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen. Tony bids them goodbye and decided to go find Steve to ask about lunch. He makes his way upstairs to Steve’s office and knocked on the door that was usually open, but was closed now. Tony heard a gasp and then a thump, laughter and then

“One moment!”

A few minutes later the door was opened to reveal Steve with messy hair and a red face. Looking over his shoulder, Tony spots Bucky sitting in Steve’s desk chair looking smug as hell. The drawings on his arm were smudged. Tony smirks a little.

“In the office? You have balls Rogers. Or a kink. Either way,” Tony gives a two fingered salute. Bucky laughs loudly behind them. Steve turns and shoots him what Tony assumes is a dirty look.

“Can I help you with something Tony?” He forces out. Tony barely held back the laughter building up in his throat, earning himself the ‘Steve Rogers Stare of Disappointment’.

“Yeah I was wondering if you and Bucky wanted to join me, Peter and Stephen for lunch. You are the only one who hasn’t met him yet.”

Steve instantly brightens up. “Yeah. That sounds great. Bucky?”

“As long as it’s not hospital food I’m in.” Bucky calls with a wave.

“Awesome. We’re meeting at noon. Make sure you have pants on.” He teases.

Steve shot him daggers at him in the form of his bright blues. Tony just cracks up.

“Okay you two carry o. I’m gonna go find Peter.”

‘You haven’t told him about lunch yet.”

Tony bites his lip.

“....No?”

“You set up a group lunch date and didn’t think to ask your boyfriend yet?”

“I’m going I’m going.” He turns to walk away but looks back. “Stay safe you two.”

The response was a pen flying at Tony’s head.

Tony made his way to the ortho PT area but it was empty. So next he tried Peter’s room. As he got closer, he hears soft singing. It was Peter.

“...One dance, just you and me, beneath the moon, beside the sea. One dance and it’s happily ever after...One dance and you will see, we’re not so different, you and me. Just us two, me and you. One dance…”

The song had a sad feeling to it and Peter’s voice was like a siren, strong and beautiful, but also sad and sorrowful. Tony feels himself being drawn in and moving forward.

“What song is that?”  He hears himself asking.

Peter gasped, startled. He flushes and looks away.

“Sorry, I got a little bored.”

“Don’t apologize. It was beautiful.” He settles on the bed.

“It’s called ‘One Dance’. It was a deleted song from the movie, replaced by ‘Part of Your World’. It is on some soundtracks but wasn’t included in the movie due to not being catchy enough. It’s when Ariel is human and has deep feelings for Eric. It’s a beautiful song, one of my favorites.”

“It sounded beautiful. I love it.”  Tony smiles. “So how was PT?”

“Dr. Romanova almost dropped me but other than that, I’m almost ready to stand on my own.”

“You’ll be walking in no time.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to take up a bunch of room being in a wheelchair for your friend’s wedding.”

Tony laughs softly. “That is true. But i won’t have you walking before you can. I care that you heal fully, no matter how long it takes.”

Peter nods a little. “Yeah I know. I'm just a bit stubborn.”

“Just like me. I can match you stubborn for stubborn.”

Peter laughs. “Is that so?”

“Yes it is. Oh!” Tony clasps his hands together. “We have a lunch date.”

“We do?”

“Well, you, me, Stephen, Bucky and Steve do. Non hospital food.”

“Oh? So I finally get to meet this Steve everyone keeps talking about.”

“Yes you do and he’s excited to meet you too.” Tony laughs a little at the memory of interrupting Steve and Bucky earlier.

“What’s so funny?”

“Earlier I interrupted Steve and Bucky in his office.”

“Interrupted…?” Then realization dawned on the younger man’s soft face. “Oh. Oh .”

“Yep. He threw a pen at my head.” He pulls the pen from the pocket of his coat. “This one.” It was blue and had ‘MARVEL HOSPITAL. Saving lives is what we do’. Peter looks at the pen and laughs.

“It is a nice pen.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Tony smiles.

“Maybe it can be a good luck charm.”

“Nah. I already have one.” Tony grins and kisses Peter’s forehead.

Peter blushes at the compliment. Tony found it endearing.

-----.-----

Steve leaves his jacket in his office and heads down to peds to pick up Bucky for lunch. He pushes through the door and greets the group of interns. He finds Bucky in the NICU, feeding one of the smaller babies. Steve waits until the bottle is empty before going forward. Bucky looks up at him and smiles. After getting caught that morning, Steve redid the drawing on Bucky’s arm. Today’s there was Disney.

“Hey Stevie.”

“Hey Buck. Is he eating now?” Steve asked, peeking over the bed. This little boy had been refusing to eat since he had surgery repairing his stomach.

“Yeah, a whole eight ounces today.” Bucky grins. He holds the empty bottle up proudly.

“That’s wonderful.” Steve kisses him softly. “Come on, we have to meet the others. Tony decided we’re doing Mexican, so we’re meeting the others there.”

“Mexican sounds amazing. I haven’t had a good taco in a while.”

“Well let’s get going then.”

Bucky laces their fingers together and pulls him to the door.

“I’m driving.”

Once they arrived, were seated and orders were placed, Steve looks around at the faces at the table.

“Where’s Stephen?”

“He had an emergency surgery come up. An FBI agent came in with a bullet wound to the neck.” Tony explains.

Steve winces. Getting shot suckes. Getting shot in the neck was probably hell. He finally looks at the new face and smiles.

“So you’re the Peter Parker Tony is so crazy about?”

Peter nods, obviously nervous.

“Yes sir, that’s me.”

Steve couldn't help but smile.

“No sir. Makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Steve. It’s okay, I don’t bite.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky says, tugging at his collar. Purple spots littered his neck.

“Damn Steve! I thought I was possessive.” Tony snorts.

Steve rolls his eyes and turned his attention back to Peter.

“Any way, if you didn’t know, Tony is nuts about you.”

“Yeah. I think I got really lucky.” Peter laughs.

“Nah you just have amazing tastes.” Tony says, leaning over and stealing a bite of the young man’s taco salad.

“Oi!” Peter smacks him away. “Mine!”

“It’s rude to smack the man you love.” Tony says before a panicked look crosses his face. “Shit, sorry. It slipped out and-”

“Yeah.” Peter interrupts him. “My bad.” His face has a smile so bright the room seems dim. He presses a smile kiss to Tony’s cheek and whispers in his ear. Steve has never seen Tony blush that much.

Steve looks over at Bucky, who’s expression was soft. Steve leans on his fiance's shoulder.

“That’s forever right there.”

“It sure as hell is.”

120 ways you know you're a color gaurd

120 ways to tell your in guard • You spin anything you can get your hands on. • You spin pens. • You spin brooms/mops/etc. • You spin broken parts of chairs. • You go to attention when someone claps at you in the hallways. • Five hours of practice is a blessing. • There are all sorts of marks on the ceiling of your room from your equipment. • Your light fixture in your room is permanently broken. • You've replaced more light bulbs in your room than you can count. • Every song you hear, you write guard work to. • All your favorite songs have this one part that would be "perfect for a rifle feature." • Your hands are permanently black and blue. • You have had more injuries than you'd like to rememberer that you can remember. • You dance down the hallways at school. • You dance around your house. • All the work your instructor writes, you've done before...they start recycling your work from other shows. • You can't watch someone else spin next to you without spinning yourself. • You protect your weapons like they are your children. • You name your equipment. • You name your drill spots. • As soon as you step onto a football field, you put your head up and smile at the bleachers, whether or not anyone is there. • You can't name all the shows you've done. • You can't remember the work from the last show you did. • The phrase, "free time" has lost all meaning to you. • The band room is your second home. • You leave a pillow and blanket in the guard room, just in case. • You have a closet full of old guard uniforms, whether you wore them or not. • You have a drawer full of guard tee-shirts. • Flannel pants are you favorite piece of clothing. • All your guard gloves have holes in the palms. • You don't go one day without spinning. • Doing only 200 drop spins at practice is a blessing. • You've run more laps than the track team. • You've done more push-ups than the football team. • You practice more than the cheerleaders (and still get no credit for it) • You're proud to be called a band fag. • You've slept in the band room. • You've gotten undressed in the band room. • Your principal has seen you without pants on. • The entire band has seen you without pants on. • You'd be at practice, even if you have pneumonia. And you'd be smiling. • When people on TV march, you cringe if they're out of step. • You've been called a lesbian more than times than you can count. • You have 7 different kinds of ace bandages, and you have 8 sizes of each kind. • You know where everything is in the first aid kit. • You have your own set of keys to the band room. • You know that "one more time" never means one more time. • After practice, you hang out in the band room to chat with your fellow guard members. • You've spent more than 80 hours with the same people in one sitting. • You've seen 3 in the morning. • When you get home at 1 a.m., you are ecstatic. • The waiters at the local diner know you by name. • You've never been in the diner with less than 8 people. • Your personal motto is "Guard is Life." • After high school, you march in college, drum corps, winter guard...etc. • You know how to get any kind of stain out of your uniform. • Skin tight spandex doesn't faze you anymore. • You go out in public wearing practice clothes, and wonder why people look at you funny. • On your lunch break, when you go to get food, you don't bother to put on your shoes. And again, you wonder why people look at you funny. • You've performed at 8 pep rallies, although you've never been a part of one. • At the pep rallies, you and your friends are the only ones to cheer for the fencing team. • You sing songs you've performed to every day of your life. • Ballroom dancing amazes you. • Anyone who can throw a piece of wood with a strap 100 feet in the air and catch it becomes your idol. • When 98% of the guys you know are gay. • You've dated/had a crush on a drummer. • You've dated/had a crush on a trumpet player. • You have so many inside jokes with members of your guard, that you laugh at almost anything that anyone says, because you have a joke about it. (And yet again, you wonder why people look at you funny.) • You and your friends repeat the same phrases over and over. • When one member gets sick, you all get sick. • You all get your period at the same time. • You remember jokes from years before you actually joined guard. • You refuse to graduate. • You could make one of these lists with little to no effort. • You have a permanent sock tan. • Your hair is 8 different colors. • Your nails don't come past the ends of your fingers. • Your toenails have been painted for as long as you can remember. (Because you're barefoot so much.) • A half-hour lunch break is considered long. • You start finishing sentences for fellow guard members. • You're not a hooker, but your knees are so bruised, they look like you could be. • You and the band members get into fights over who's colder on retreat...and YOU win. • When you go out to diners in your uniform after a show, you wonder why the waiter looks at you funny. • When you go out to diners with 30 pounds of glitter in your hair, you wonder why there's glitter in your food. • You own at least 1 Broadway soundtrack, and could probably write a show to one or more songs on that soundtrack. • When you learn to yell back at the football team. • When you hear so much about people from drum corps, other color guards, etc., you feel like you know them, but have never actually held a conversation with them. • You date a member of another marching band. • or go to competitions for the sole purpose of finding a date from another marching band. • You get disappointed that all the guys you want to date from other marching bands are gay/have a girlfriend from yet another marching band. • When you scream at the gym teachers "Color guard is a sport!!!", and they agree with you, thereby letting you sit out from running the mile. • Your parents lock up all the brooms/pool cues/umbrellas/etc. • You can do your hair and make-up anywhere. • You can change into your uniform anywhere. • You find yourself designing flags/uniforms/drill in your classes. • You laugh like everyone else on your guard. • You use two hands to tell your left from your right. • You know how many people can be crammed into a mini van. • You spend more time in the band hall than in your house • Your guard has developed its own language. • You went to every school football game but never paid for one. • You can arm wrestle anyone and win. • When you get teary-eyed when you have to put your rifle down so you can eat dinner. • When you spend all your free time looking for guard-related web sites. • When people ask about bruises you didn't even notice you had • When you look for guards in commercials and movies (in Never Been Kissed, they show a guard. When her car is in the football field!) • When you insist that your crutches will not affect your marching ability, and what do you mean I can't spin with broken arms?! • When you catch yourself switching feet to get back on-step with the background music in the mall • When you can never be 3 fashionably late, cauze you show up for everything at least 15 minutes early • When vending machine food becomes gourmet. • When you choose a college based on the guard programs nearby • When you use guard tape to fix everything • When five more minutes, Dad, turns into a midnight practice • When you have seen the same WGI or DCI tape a thousand times and still enjoy it • When you love the black stain from new gloves • You take over guys bathroom when the girls bathroom is full • When you love the black stain from new gloves • You ride around in a school bus more than in your car • You say the pledge of allegiance to YOUR flag • While your non-guard friend sleep with teddy bears and other various stuffed animals, you sleep with your flag, rifle, and/or saber (and see nothing unhealthy about it, thank you)