#yourestarkcrazy

Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.

"So I have been told. Wanna cuddle now, Stark?"

( Its supposed to mean the annoying, super thinny, rub it in your face and fling the fact you’re a size ten and they’re a size 0-2 in your face and complain about how ‘fat’ they’re going to get when they eat a regular sized meal. At least to me.)

Yeah, see, that's what I always thought it figured. So when this song came out, which is obviously sung by a plus size woman about how being plus size is okay, and at one point she talks about 'skinny bitches' and everyone flipped shit because she's bashing skinny girls, I was like... I thought skinny bitches literally meant skinny bitches? Like, girls who are mean about being skinny?

( whispers Gambit is a highly complex character full of quirks, likes, dislikes, and fears and loves outside romantacism and I love how you rp him kay? kay. *slinks off and cheers you on*)

Yessss, thank you. There's so many sides to Gambit, not just the 'luv u always annananana' and 'i so flirt c'mere smexay' ones and goddamnit I'll be damned if I don't at least try and make the world see it.

[ MEMEMEMEME *coughs* I mean-- please? ]

yourestarkcrazy replied to your post: “I have a few extra post cards who wants a card from Finland?”:

( pretty please?)

INBOX

ADDRESSES

    ❝ We don’t just act like Avengers anymore…                             we are Avengers. ❞ 

Shikei, here! It's been less than a week since this blog was made and I've gotten into the Young Avengers, DC, and Marvel. In just that small period of time, I've gotten 150 of you beautiful nerds to do my bidding get to know and love! 

                Hope you enjoy~ Here we go!  

Bold = My love for you burns with the intensities of 1000 human torches

Italics = I watch you from afar and hover over your askbox, never to press the 'ask' button. 

Bold&Italics = I'm inviting you to bed, my home, my threads, my kokoro 0c0, like, we should rp/we should rp MOAR

        “Tony, listen… About th’ lunch date…”

His voice is tired as he speaks. Tired and hoarse and… Strained. There’s an echo somewhere in the background, too; Every word is almost slurred out.

        “I don’t… Think I’m g’nna make it.”

There’s a pause. A long pause, as Remy licks his lips; thinks, considers.

        "I don’ want ya t’ be alone, yanno?" He finally speaks out loud, after a long time. "I—- I don’t. I don’ want ya ta think that… No-one’s gonna love ya. Or want ya. I don’—- Yer not broken, Tony. Yer not, just—-"

Another pause.

        "I don’ think I ever met a guy who gets me like ya do, yanno? That’s—-…" A chuckle was breathed out. "I don’ know what I’m sayin’. I guess…"

Finally, a sniff can be heard. And he takes a deep breath, and continues;

        "I guess I just want m’ last words ta matter, yanno? ‘Cause you matter. An’ I want ya t’ know that. An’ please, just—-… Be okay. I want ya ta be okay, an’ ‘appy, an’…"

Another pause. A deep breath.

        "I don’ wanna be ‘ere… I don’ wanna be alone. But I am."

A sniff.

        "An’ I want ya ta know that when I was lonely, I thought ‘bout ya."

A silent chuckle followed, and a sigh.

        “‘M sorry, Tony. Really am. An’ I—-…” Pause. “Please don’ give up. Please.”