I HAVE TO SHARE THIS MASTERPIECE .

Sanji wanted some revenge after the gang teased him about his breakup (viola left him at a mc donalds lol) so he put sleeping pills to their dinner. And soooooo, when everyone fell asleep…this happened

ALRIGHT BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG POST (literally, 40 images)

I’M SO SORRY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE FORGIVE MEEE THIS IS SO LONG OMG I’m sure y’all gonna be like WHAT BITCH PLEASE I AIN’T READING THIS THING but GIVE IT A GO I SWEEAR IT’S WORTH IT 

i put "tony stark" through an AI. this came out.

(link to the app here)

why

why

WHY

cursed 'stashe Grian time!!

so...

... for some reason I see Grian's face as something more like one on right side than left and it gives me creeper vibes....

and uhhhhh.....

CREEAN

“I mean— he’s probably fine.”

Hi, I’m alive and very much into My Hero Academia now. 🙈

Long live Janet van Dyne, the reigning queen of the Tony Stark Defense Squad!

For the writing prompt, IronBat and both of them thinking the other is poor and can barely make ends meet?

Sdhsdhsd oh no I’ve somehow made this even dumber

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“What are you doing here, Pennyworth?” Jarvis hissed.

Alfred turned from his binoculars, narrowing his eyes. “Edwin Jarvis. I’d hoped we’d never cross paths again.”

“Once I see my charge is well and truly safe, I’ll be on my way,” Jarvis told him stiffly. “He won’t tell me who his new beau is, so I must make sure he’s not being taken advantage of.”

Alfred scoffed, returning his attention back to his binoculars. “If you really cared about his safety, you wouldn’t have let him step foot in Gotham.”

Jarvis sniffed in disgust. “I trust him with a lifelong Gothamite.”

“I wouldn’t,” Alfred muttered as Jarvis set up beside him with his own pair of binoculars.

“He’s got a watch gauntlet now,” Jarvis added. “And he promised to use it if he was being mugged this time.”

At that, Alfred gave a slight nod of approval. Despite all the weapons Tony Stark had designed, he’d always been hesitant to get into hand-to-hand combat.

“...Pennyworth,” Jarvis said after a moment.

Alfred sighed, loudly. “What?”

“Check your three o’clock,” Jarvis finished.

Alfred swiveled to his three o’clock. There, he caught the familiar navy blue turtleneck he’d helped Bruce pick out. Bruce had carefully turned his back to the windows, as if he’d sensed Alfred would be following him the second he wouldn’t tell him anything about his beau. Across the table from him... was Tony Stark.

Alfred stared for a long moment, then lowered his binoculars to look at Jarvis. “Jarvis,” he said slowly. “Why does Bruce think Tony is poor?”

“I don’t know, but the reason is probably the same as why Tony thinks Bruce is poor,” Jarvis sighed, running a hand over his face tiredly.

Alfred sighed as well. Well, he supposed this explained how cagey Bruce had been, simply saying ‘his name’s Tony. He’s not taking advantage of me because he doesn’t know I’m Bruce Wayne.’ He guessed the same could be said for Tony, if the way Jarvis was pinching the bridge of his nose was any indication.

“Well, at least it’s not some weirdo from Metropolis,” Jarvis finally said, nodding to himself, and Alfred reached over to clap a hand to his shoulder and squeeze in agreement.

Then they both picked up their binoculars again and watched as both Bruce and Tony ordered the cheapest things on the menu and then bickered over who was paying. Honestly.

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