Prompt: Okay so, I had this dream last night... Basicaly, Loki bursts into the avengers mansion and forces a potted plant into Tony's hands and says 'this is your child' and storms out.

Thor laughed. "It is far from the strangest thing my brother has given birth to! Why, I recall - but nay, that story is not mine to tell."

"Excuse me, did you just say your brother has given birth." This whole conversation was rapidly giving Tony a headache, and then it got worse because Steve sucked in a breath and turned to him with an absolutely horrified and appalled expression.

"You slept with Loki?!"

Well, shit. Tony took a breath, mentally sorting through his options. He'd been drunk? Loki had put some kind of spell on him? He'd been drunk and Loki had put some kind of spell on him?

This is version 1.0 of the unofficial "Unix Administration Horror Story
Summary". This is a summary of the "Unix Administration Horror Stories"
thread which was seen in comp.unix.admin in October '92.

When Scott ditches Stiles for Allison and the rest of the pack goes back to ignoring him as usual, Stiles decides to get a dog. A cat wouldn't get along with the pack, but a puppy would have to, right? ...Or not. Most definitely not. Who knew?

YouTube is the devil, and Stiles is not cut out for a life of crime.

Tony is being a brat about going to get his medical. Coulson sends in the big guns.

Steve wasn't running away, no matter what Stark said. It was just... well, there were things he needed to find out about this new world he'd woken up in and he wanted at least some of the discovery uncoloured by Tony Stark's privilege. Or damage.

It’s not as if Stiles intentionally forgets about the bi-monthly pack meeting of great importance, its just, he gets home from school and realizes his house is a mess of the highest order.

"This is ridiculous. Banner has got it so under control, even talking to Fury doesn't make him break out in green." Tony was annoyed, really annoyed. "Do you seriously mean that I can't invite him to conduct research on my own premises without... without having a cage for him?"

"And you may ask yourself, "Could someone use that as a personal lubricant?"

Sometimes the answer is NO.

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More Board Games as 'Battleship' Style Epics

"John is Sherlock's internet boyfriend - from CANADA.

No one thinks he's real."

Quote:

As Sherlock poked around the body, Donovan sidled up to the man. "So you're the infamous John."

"I'm not sure about infamous, but yeah."

"Are you a serial killer?"

"Um, no."

"The Freak over there might be." Donovan gave him a once over, taking in the checked shirt and woolly jumper. "You seem normal enough."

"Thanks?"

"He's been telling us that you're his boyfriend, you know. For ages."

"Really?" John frowned. "That's weird."

Donovan had the vindicated look of someone who knew that the rules of normalcy and rationality would reassert themselves over the world. "Yes, it is."

"He proposed to me months ago."

The reassertion was short-lived.

John called across the room. "Hey, you haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Don't be an idiot," Sherlock scoffed. "We're waiting. Mummy wants a summer wedding."

The story of Steve and Tony... From the pov of Dummy the robot. 10k.

Timestamp: 03·05·12_01·15
Trigger: Tony hasn't eaten in 12 hours.
Run Program: Feed(Tony).
Trigger: No food.
Run Program: Make(Toast).
Running.
Running.
Running.
Kitchen on fire.

response the forbe article i bookmarked. haha, heelarious.