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#THIS REALLY HURTS MY HEARTT

questforgalas · 1 year

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My sadness towards Season 3 of the Bad Batch being the final season actually has nothing to do with the show. I'll of course be bummed to not get anymore new Batch content, but I actually think this sets them up to end on a high note, and @cross-my-heartt posted a great visual of 3 act stories to further argue that a third season finale sets us up for a very satisfying ending.

No, my sadness comes from the fact that as of right now, April 2023, we don't have any new clone content in the works. Based off of past patterns, it's very likely we won't have anything confirmed until after TBB season 3, similar to how TBB wasn't announced until after the finale of The Clone Wars, and I'm having a really hard time with that reality.

I love the clones. I think they are the highest potential characters in Star Wars with how many possible stories they have and have the most dynamic character possibilities. I think there could be a whole TCW show that's just clone arcs (TBB could have their own TCW show). There could be a whole show on Rex and Echo getting clones out. Give me the clones in the Empire. Give me the clones in the rebellion. Give me clones post Empire.

I'm really struggling with accepting the possibility that we could be done with clones and that's really making my heart hurt today

#star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars

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alescendants · 1 year

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My Disenchanted thoughts

I know this blog is called alescendants but Disenchanted is still Disney and it makes sense to write my opinions on it here. These are my personal opinions, everyone is entitled to have their own thoughts on this movie.

I wrote a lot so it’s all hiding under the readmore:

PROS

Finally, we know why Giselle was living with animals in the woods!

Morgan calling Giselle ‘Mom’ was so pure ngl

Seeing Giselle, Robert, Edward, and Nancy all being friends years later was so sweet, and the latter two being Sofia’s godparents? My heartt 😭😭

And finally Nancy sings! I keep repeating “For through this wand from Andalasia flows the magic of our magic world to here”, and also Love Power obviously lol

"Congratulations on the increasing size of your progeny." and "Hogwashery!" in this film vs "I don't know what ‘melodramatic’ means" in the first film. Bless you, Edward, you're academic now and I am so proud of you

“Morgan, if you want to be mad, you be mad at me. But you do not talk to your mother like that!” >>>

Robert is the blueprint for all men I swear

Morgan hating the move is all the better when you remember Robert said she’s shy and doesn’t have many friends. I feel you, Morgan, I suck at making friends too 😀🤝

I don’t get why people don’t like the music, I loved all of it! It saved the movie imo.

Maya Rudolph can SINGGGGGGGG

“Nobody ever would bother to tell a tale with Maleficent and with Cruella.” That was good honestly.

Gabriella Baldacchino is so good in this! She can really sing, good for her.

CONS

Everyone saying ‘the whole cast is back’ when Nathaniel wasn't in the movie (as well as Narissa for obvious reasons) felt very weird and wrong to me

Why was Edward barely in the movie?? His himbo energy is a big part of makes the first film so great imo, and while he did steal the three scenes he was in (yes, three), he deserved to be in the movie more. Also this is a personal issue but I hate how he’s never called ‘King Edward’, as I was hoping his Disney Wiki page would be able to be retitled to that lmao. His name is King Edward of Andalasia, put some respect on his name.

And I was hoping he’d have a scene with Morgan detailing his own experiences with wicked stepmothers. But he and Nancy were missing for the whole middle act 😭, AND James Marsden deserved to sing more!

Robert too. Why did they make him an idiot knight? He’s not endearing like Edward, he just annoyed me. And they obviously kept him out of most of the film because True Love’s Kiss would undo Giselle’s wish. It pissed me off how nobody thought of doing that lmao

“We bring love from Andalasia and offer belated birthday cheer.” That was in the trailer, they filmed a part for it. It and the rest of the lyrics are in the official Spotify song, so why was it cut out of the film? So unnecessary.

Same with the Monroeville portion of the opening song, it should’ve been kept in.

The 2D animation sucks, and why did Nancy look so different? She and Idina both don’t have blue eyes, where did that even come from?

I wanted Giselle to go back to Andalasia and for Robert to go there period. We need to fully see how he looks in 2D and how Giselle changed.

And I dislike the implication that Giselle has never returned to Andalasia and shown Robert and Morgan where she grew up. As IF she’d never say goodbye to the animals who raised her. And since Morgan always asked for stories about Andalasia, why not TAKE her there? Literally what is stopping her? It’s bad writing.

And speaking of Morgan, yes teens are angsty but it still hurt to see her fight with Giselle (their relationship in the first movie is precious).

And I’m confused about the whole wicked stepmother thing? “It’s not true what they say, I have met so many kind and wonderful stepmothers.” What happened to that?

But ignoring that, Morgan calling Giselle her stepmother in the argument hurt bad. Because she knows how Giselle (apparently) feels about stepmothers and she was obviously trying to hurt her.

Giselle could’ve done her animal call and it either doesn’t work or ravens and other animals portrayed as villains (snakes, rats like in Lady and the Tramp) show up. That’d fuck her up and it’d be cool to watch! And Morgan sang the animal call in pt 2 of Fairytale Life, she should’ve done it for real.

Malvina was disappointing. I was expecting her to be an Andalasian who Narissa banished, like Giselle. Maybe they’re related (like Ursula and Morgana) and/or she was threatened by her magical competition so she sent her away. And with a name with Malvina, it made sense to me that she’d be Andalasian. Clearly that was the intention and I don’t get why the team behind the movie would trick the audience like that bc it’s the opposite of a good plot twist. Queen Narissa had way less screen time and I prefer her way better.

Plus it’d keep Narissa relevant to the plot which was not the case and I was deeply disappointed.

I predicted that with Monroeville’s slogan literally being “Your Fairy Tale starts here!”, it’d be designed by Malvina to be a trap for Andalasians to find out how they left Andalasia and if she can take their portal back there. Like there was so much potential that went wasted.

And where the hell is Malvina’s husband? (He’s on the billboard with Malvina and Tyson at the entrance of Monroeville, so he definitely existed at one point.) If he’s dead, at least just mention it once?

Why was Morgan and Tyson’s song cut? It’d give him + their relationship much needed development and it’s a cute song.

Rosaleen and Ruby were annoying. I love YNB and Jayma but their characters aggravated me.

Sofia crying after Morgan was pushed down the well could’ve been a chance for Giselle to break away from her evil self to care for her daughter. I thought that’d happen. We all did, right?

There’s probably more but I’ll stop here lol

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ladykatakuri · 2 years

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I have been away for little less then 2 weeks and here is why....

First of all some personal stuff and family related thingies. Nothing bad just needed some time and go to some appointment, but that can keep one busy as all sith hells.

Now the second reason is an awesome one ( at least to me it is teehee). I have been away for a full weekend to go to Heroes Dutch Comic Con and it was awesome.

I have seen amazing and cool cosplays and there was just so much to see and do and explore and want that you will not have enough time in just a weekend. But I know now, I will be going again next year!

2 different vendors with awesome helmets and lightsabers, but unfortunately they did not fall within my current budget. But hey, goals right?

There was this cute lill droid rolling around making sounds and apparently having fun ! R2 was also there and he had some awesome interactions with people. As I stood inline for some autographs, he had a great time with a young boy in a wheelchair and the joy they both showed was just awesome, I am sorry to say I was too late to make a video or picture of it though ( don`t hurt me please )

There was a Red Bull F1 car there to promote racing and games and I had to take that picture for my brother who is a huge F1 fan! But the SW props.... Really, I wish I could have just sat in them ( and fly off ! )

Rod Reis and Charles Soule autographs. Rod Reis on the DV and Boba prints, my brother has the DV one and Charles Soule was kind enough to sign my 2 Poe Dameron comics and he mentioned liking how these were big editions compared to the American ones that are a lot smaller apparently. He was late for signing due to jetlag but he was really nice and kindly signed and chatted a little.

tagging my taglist because they might like these pictures and my rambles !

@imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris @wild-karrde @cross-my-heartt @arctrooper69

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sam-nochncs · 1 year

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Sam! *Falls down the window I just climbed*. I dunno if you're doing the ask the artist game but I'm gonna send you some cus I am nosy and want to know 👀😈

1. 6. 11. 13. 18. 21 AND 25! (that's a lot of questions, my bad)

Love you Sam my beloved! 🫂🫂💋💋

*Helps you get up and dusts your clothes* Be carefull next time my beloved Many!! Dont want you to hurt yourself now tut tut

1- Show your most recent wip

I am so bad at finishing a wip so i have multiple and here they are! ( I also have an animatic wip but like aughhh)

6-Which artists inspire you right now?

My biggest inspiration rn is @toomanywordsnllines !

He is amazing at art and I love their artsyle so much!! Her art style is just so huggable and his painting/rendring has me on a choke hold!! Thay just give me so many ideas that my brain explodes!!

Another one of my all time inspiration is Rensaven! I love their style sooo much!! The simplity has me on a chokehold also THEIR ANIMATIONS!? MY HEART AND LIKE AAAAAAA I WANNA BE LIKE THEM FRFR CRYING!! here is the link to their youtube my fave animation from them is Level of Concern one bc like twenty one pilots and and animation? together? my heart melted fr. I alos love the way they use the colors their pallates are always goes so well together

Newest addition to my inspiration is Alberto Mielgo! Especially his Spiderverse art work is spectacular im gonna cry bc his usage of colors like look at this!!! Overall all the spiderverse is my inspiration frfr

I want to also add Sad-ist their animations and the way they use the camera movements on their animation... im crying by thinking about it! The way they tell the story with the animations are showstopping here is a link to their youtube!

ALSO ALSO

THEIR DRAWINGS ARE SPECTACULAR I LOVE THEIR LINEWEIGTHS AND AND THE COLORS LOOK SO SOFT AND THEIR FOUND FAMILY DRAWINGS (especially five and ben from umbrella academy) HAS MY HEARTT

I wanted to add so many other but itll get tooo long so honorable mentions time! (very honorable mentions to my friends anna and eli as well)

rabbits.foots sogicereal Camram Bipp

Jasperlore Silvipeppers devinellekurtz

achilleanspear Unsatisfiedghost NoriMori

Xela Kurzgesagt liz milkytrickster

natashaallegri mechro dreamy Shiba rusticfurnice

okay i think i should stop here or all make the entire thing about these artists 😭😭

11-Favaorite comment you've ever recived on your work

Uhmmm I dont know i dont really get specific comments bahsjmdmsk i think it was someone commenting on one of my sketchbook pages that they liked how I used one color only with a black pen :')

13-Show your favorite drawing from last year

I couldnt choose one 😭😭 (left to right my friends oc, human mordecai, highschool!au of my sona for discord gc)

18-Do you have any larger projects you'd like to pursue? Like comics, shortfilm, a series ect?

YES! One day i would love to make animation series like a cartoon series? or just some calming and relatable mini animation series like bee and the puppycat! I would also love to work on a idk animation movie maybe? I would really love to work in that industry but im not sure if i can... I'm scared that ill get bored of it but yeah!

21-Weirdest thing you've ever drawn?

Believe it or not nothing came to my mind at first exept for few missing limbs and general angst stuff so i asked one of my beloved friend and this was her answers

1- Twink boy Mater from cars the movie

2- Kirby josh dun the drummer of twenty one pilots

3- Face for tits tits for face oc?

so yeah i gues other then gorey stuff these ones the weird ones....side eyeing myself rn

25-Based on your recent referance searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

I'm definitly on the list for sure. They assume that i would be a threat to sociaty and that ill probably set something on fire. They also think that I am a serial killer that has lots of medical knowladge as well....

Thank you for your questions and im sorry it took me so long to answer it 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

#THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTIONS MANYYY #I LOVE YOUUUU #also as u can see it from my wips im in a soap loophole #i #yeah #i hope you like my answers!#and dont ever be sorry about asking too many stuff i love answering #love youu #🛸many! my sun my dearest my beloved #👽sam #💫Sam answers

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elsfairy · 10 months

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thats so mee, fun facttఌ︎ i used to sleep with both my legs sticking out of the bars of my crib😭♡︎

i will honeypie! ☹️<3

you literally just found the key to my heartt🥲my dad is a really good guy, him and his gf mean literally everything 2 mee♡︎

STICKING OUT THE CRIB?? did that not hurt? 😭😭 I feel like that would hurt, no? then again, babies have smaller legs than fully grown adults, so I guess it wouldn't...??😭

I feel like your dad also gives great advice. I hope he doesn't mind when I come over there for advice 24/7 😔 but on a real, I'm glad that you have that kind of relationship with them angel :( ♡ the world lowkey needs more happiness right now ♡

#♡𝅼 ͡ ׅ ۟ jessi pretty ♡

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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even at gunpoint, i'd still love you

“I love you,” you remember him saying.

“You’re drunk,” you remember answering.

“I love you still.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes/(f)Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut (DUBIOUS CONSENT, drunken hookup, making out, pet names, vaginal sex, drunken flashbacks, trouble remembering the hookup, discussions of consent), strong language, idiots in love, canon-typical violence, love confessions a la elizabeth swann and will turner, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 7087

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is a commissioned fic for @kaylaw401! Thank you so much for your commission! I hope you enjoy! If you would like to commission a fic from me, please visit my commission post to find out more. Big thank you to @fragile-heartt for beta'ing this because I had such a difficult time writing this fic, but it was really important for me to discuss the meaning of consent when it comes to drunken hookups. And while both reader and Bucky wanted each other, you cannot consent to sex if you are drunk or under the influence. If you need more information about consent, check out this link.

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The ceiling above you is familiar, the starch of the sheets on your back as you stretch out familiar, the light filtering through the cracks in the blinds from the window on the right familiar. Even the man beside you, snoring, arm draped over yours like a heated blanket, is familiar. Everything is soft, bathed in a rosy glow as you blink awake, turning to look at the messy mop of brown locks that hide the face of a certain super soldier whose bed you tend to frequent.

What’s not familiar is the nakedness of your body.

Your eyes snap open—fully open—and the pain of a thousand nails being hammered into your head hits you with a force that brings bile up your throat. The rosy glow from a few seconds ago? Now it’s simply a bright pain lancing your eyes.

The ceiling above you is fuzzy, the starchy sheets are itching your bare skin, the light streaming in from the window makes you want to cry.

And the man beside you—

A hot mouth on your throat, pink lips sucking bruises upon your neck as his tongue follows the pattern he’s making, licking over the marks as if he can taste your blood through the layers of your skin.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs against you, nose caressing your collarbone. “Makin’ all those noises for me.”

You gasp in response, unable to form words, fingers tightening in his hair where you’ve pulled it from its tie.

Oh fuck. Cradling your head in your hands, you curse beneath your breath. The arm thrown around your waist tightens, pulling you closer, and it takes all your strength to slip out from underneath him and tumble onto the floor. Tears burn your eyes just about as hot as the light of day burns right now.

Clothes litter the floor and you shuffle toward them, searching for the black dress you wore last night. Instead, you find a ruined scrap of black fabric that you guarantee once looked like what you walked into Tony’s gala wearing. It almost makes you want to laugh, but laughing feels a lot like crying right now, especially when you find the tatters of the lace lingerie you wore underneath.

There’s a pause in the snoring from the bed and the sound of a body twisting in the sheets. Heart racing, you swipe a pair of forgotten boxers from the floor and dart for the dresser where a lone gray sweater lay, unfolded, like it was meant for you. You slip the familiar clothes on and slip out the door, a familiar murmur of your name the last thing you hear before the door clicks closed behind you.

The hallway you walk down, barefoot, shaking, your arms wrapped around your waist as if it’ll keep the chill out, seems unending. It isn’t until you’re back in your own room, door locked and curtains pulled closed, that you finally sink into your bed. The tears don’t take long after that—they rush to the surface and blind you, pain stabbing every soft part of your body as you curl up into a ball and cry. The hangover doesn’t hurt as bad as your heart does.

‘Cause you surely, definitely, undoubtedly slept with Bucky Barnes last night.

And you can’t remember any of it.

Your back hits the frame of the door and a groan slips from your lips, swallowed only by the mouth on yours. His hand is hot where it cradles your cheek, a colder set of fingers drumming against your back as he leads you, clumsily, into his room.

“You’re drunk,” you slur between kisses, moaning at the taste of his tongue as it invades your mouth, sliding against yours.

“So are you.”

You: What happened last night?

Tash: Aw, too hungover to remember twerking on Steve?

You: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

Tash: Just kidding. You just hung all over Bucky, as per usual.

You: Was he drunk?

Tash: Sloshed. Him and Steve got into Thor’s stash.

You: Fuck.

Tash: ???

You: I think I slept with him.

It takes less than three minutes for Natasha to arrive, override FRIDAY’s system, and break into your room.

“You slept with him?”

Groaning, you throw a pillow at her that she dodges easily.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” you confess. “But I’m almost sure I did, Nat.”

With all the grace of a trained spy, she climbs into your bed, her hand falling on your knee. You flop back into the pillows with a huff, heels of your palms pressing into your eyes as if it’ll hide the tear tracks from her, but your sniffles reveal your struggle.

“What did he say?”

“Well, about that, the funny thing is…”

The hand that’s been lovingly stroking your knee now slaps your skin, making you yelp and tuck your legs underneath you. Natasha grabs your ankle, tugging you down from the pillows, closer toward her and you gulp.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t even talk to him about it?” Her voice is a low growl, eyes cut in a glare directed at you, and you almost shiver under the scrutiny.

“Damn, mama.” You flash her a grin. “Maybe I should’ve slept with you instead—Hey! Ouch! Cut it out!”

The pillow she assaults you with, while soft, sends pain radiating through your skull with every hit. You groan and shove her away from you, batting the weapon from her hand, and when she sees your eyes scrunched up in agony, she relents. Natasha falls against the mattress beside you, shaking her head, staring at you.

“Why didn’t you just talk to him?” she asks, eyes sharp with concern.

“I dunno,” you mumble, gazing up at the ceiling. “He was still sleeping and I just panicked. Ran right for the door. Didn’t bother to think about asking him, ‘Hey, Bucky, did we hook up last night? ‘Cause I can’t remember a damn thing and—while we’re on the subject—was it any good?’”

Nat’s hand on your arm is careful, but gripping.

“Was it consensual?”

Your head snaps to look at her, eyes wide.

“Jesus, Nat,” you sputter. “Of course—I mean—As much consent as you can give when you’re drunk I guess. I don’t remember anything but fuck, given the chance I would have jumped his bones this morning, for fuck’s sake, if I wasn’t so goddamn mortified at the fact that—”

A tear resounds from somewhere and briefly, you feel cool air crawl up your heated thighs, curling around them like it's seeking out the honey seeping through your panties. You pull away from his lips and glance down, barely registering the fact that the seam of your dress has been split by a pair of calloused, eager fingers. A sloppy kiss finds your cheek.

“Sorry,” he says, gruff and unyielding. “Buy you a new one.” And then his mouth attaches to the hollow of your throat and you forget what you were even going to say.

“What?” Natasha asks, pulling you from a hazy memory. “If you weren’t so worried about what?”

Your teeth sink into your lip and you smile at her, eyes glassy.

“That he doesn’t want me. That he only wanted me because he was drunk,” you tell her quietly.

“You’re drunk,” you remember saying, you remember meaning, you remember trying to ask it like a question.

“So are you,” you remember him answering.

“That it’s the only time I’ll ever have with the man I’m in love with and I can’t even remember it, Tash—I can’t remember it.”

With Natasha’s help, you make it a whole two days without seeing Bucky. She’s kind enough to ferry a few meals back and forth—between your room and the kitchen—and manages to do it without raising suspicion. Well, not a lot of suspicion anyway. Anyone who asks gets Natasha’s famous stare and some flimsy excuse about you being sick.

On the third day when you’re texting her to ask for a banana nut muffin, she texts back in all caps.

Tasha: TALK TO HIM OR STARVE.

You reluctantly drag yourself out of bed and put real clothes on, your stomach too talkative to ignore any longer. A pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt later, you’re traipsing through the hallways and trying not to think about Bucky Barnes, or seeing Bucky Barnes, or what you’re going to say to Bucky Barnes. No, he’s not on your mind at all.

And yet you peer around the corner and into the kitchen warily as if you’re afraid he’ll be there.

When you’re sure it’s empty, you slide inside and grab that damn banana nut muffin you’d been craving earlier, cracking open the fridge to search for something to drink. Steve’s drank all the milk—again—and there’s only enough orange juice left for Wanda tomorrow, so you grab a bottle of water and prepare to head back to your room with your stolen goods.

Except one Bucky Barnes is in your way, blocking your escape, his blue eyes big and his body frozen as he stares at you.

“Hey,” he says, an exhale.

“Hey,” you say, voice weak and stringy. Vaguely, you wonder if you tossed the muffin at his head if it would distract him long enough for you to slip past him, but you doubt it’s a solid plan. Instead, you stand there, shifting from one foot to the other, waiting for Bucky to say something else.

He looks good, as usual. The dark sweats that cling to his strong thighs are snug around his waist, visible by the shirt that’s stretched across his abdomen like he grabbed it from Gap Kids. There’s a sliver of his stomach that your eyes are allowed to sweep over for a mere second before your gaze snaps back up to his face.

There are dark circles decorating the skin under his eyes, as if he hasn’t been getting much sleep. Less than he normally does, at least. And his bottom lip looks chapped and chewed. You want to reach into your pocket and dig out the chapstick you always carry around with you and hand it to him, but that seems like too much.

Like maybe once it was okay to offer something so casually to him, but now it’s different. Before, it would be his lips touching something that has touched yours. Now, you can’t remember what he tasted like that night. Had you even kissed him, unbridled?

Your fingers trail over his chest, hands shaking as your touch glides down his abdomen, muscles damp with sweat. He breathes heavily. You mouth over his collarbones, tracing shapes over his bones with your tongue like you’re trying to make art out of his skin. You lick up the salt of him. He groans and it sounds like your new favorite song.

There’s a hand tangled in your hair, tightening, bringing your mouth up to his. Your eyes roll back into your head.

He looks good like this. You wish you could remember how good he looked naked.

Are you allowed to remember?

“You—” Bucky coughs. It echoes in the empty kitchen and sends your heart scattering into rapid beats. For a moment, his eyes glance away to stare at the floor, but then he clears his throat again.

When his gaze meets yours, you feel like you’re drowning. All the air is leaving the room. Your lungs refuse to work.

“You okay?” he asks, and you swallow.

“Yeah,” you say. “Why?”

Bucky scratches the back of his head, frowning. “Jus’ haven’t seen you in a while, is all.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip. “Yeah.”

It feels like an hour before anyone moves. Bucky takes a step forward, into the kitchen, further caging you in place. And then he takes another step and you back up against the counter. The frown he’s twisted his lips into never leaves his face. It doesn’t suit him. You can’t help but wonder what your own face looks like in this moment.

Probably terrified, honestly.

“Listen,” he says, and there’s a little tremor in his voice, a little hesitation, and you know exactly what’s coming.

What happened the other night…

I’m sorry…

It was a mistake…

We were drunk…

I don’t like you that way…

Let’s forget it ever happened…

Forget it? How can you forget something you can’t even remember?

So you make a break for the doorway. You dart past Bucky, feet slipping on the tiled floors and looking for traction, and you almost slip out of the kitchen and into the hallway when his hand encircles your wrist and catches you. In an instant, your head snaps back to look at him.

He’s panicked, a look so scared and still so innocent it makes your heart shudder in your breast. His blue eyes are depths that swallow you, the riptides that sweep your legs out from under you and pull you further into the vast ocean waters. He has you—in so many more ways than he’ll ever know. In more ways than he’ll ever want.

Bucky’s lips part to speak, and that’s when the alarm goes off, all bright, flashing lights.

FRIDAY’s voice comes to life over the intercom, saying, “The Compound is now under attack. Intruders have breached floor five and are currently on their way up.”

“Thank christ,” you blurt, looking at Bucky, and then you rip your wrist away from his grasp and take off toward the armory.

“What’s your status?” Steve’s voice invades your ear as soon as you turn your comms on.

Well I’ve got a bulletproof vest strapped over my pajamas and extra clips shoved in my pocket, so not great, Steve, you want to say.

“Armed and headed down the stairs,” you report instead, rolling the waistband of your sweats up and tying the strings up in a tight knot.

“Negative,” Steve calls back. “Stay with Bucky on the tenth. A squad made it past us on the seventh and are on their way up. Nat’s with Bruce down below.”

“Copy,” Bucky’s voice crackles over the comms. “We’ll hold position on the tenth.”

You curse under your breath, switching the safety off your rifle. “Of course I’m stuck with him,” you mutter to yourself, checking and re-checking the magazine you’ve loaded.

“Got a problem with me, sweetheart?”

At the sound of his voice off comms, your head whips around. Bucky strides up behind you, his own rifle fitted against his shoulder, and you vaguely realize that he’s dressed in a tac-suit. He’s even got boots on. You wiggle the toes you’ve shoved into a pair of slippers.

“How the fuck did you have time to get dressed?” you sputter.

“I spent less time runnin’ from my best friend,” he snaps, and it might as well be the first time he’s ever raised his voice at you. Spoke so coldly to you. A chill inches up your spine like it’s measuring his words.

“I wasn’t running from you,” you lie, but Bucky brushes past you.

“Right,” he deadpans. “You’ve just been avoiding me for days and the minute I want to talk to you—”

Suddenly, an explosion rocks the floor beneath your feet and Bucky grabs your arm to hold you steady. Your ears ring, but with him this close, breathing against your ear, you can hear every word he says.

“Of-fucking-course,” he spits. “The moment I get a second alone with you, where you can’t run, the bad guys blow up the building.”

“I can’t believe I get you like this,” he sighs into your ear, hands sliding up your waist. “So lucky, doll. All mine. You’re all mine and jus’ like this. Fuck.”

Bucky tugs you out of your stupor. “C’mon, we gotta move,” he says, and then he’s dragging you out of the hallway that’s already filling with smoke. Your lungs burn, nose tickling, eyes watering, but still he pulls you through and you hold onto his hand like it's a life preserver and the smoke you’re wading through is deep waters.

You don’t know where he’s leading you, but you don’t really care. Not with the way your chest is aching—and not just from breathing in carcinogens. From behind you, the sound of steel bending and breaking, glass shattering, echoes through the corridor. The stairwell doors, you presume. Bucky guides you into the nearest room with a broken curse.

“They busted through to the tenth floor,” Bucky speaks through his comms unit. “What are they after?”

“Fuck all,” Nat spits into your ear. A grunt is caught from her end. “Who cares?”

“Tony thinks they’re after Vision,” Steve says.

“Mind stone,” you immediately chime in, and Bucky glances back at you. “We can’t let them get any further than us.”

“Exactly. You and Buck need to hold them there. Tony’s got a jet on its way for Wanda and Vision but it won’t be here in time.”

“On it, Captain.”

By the time you sign off, Bucky’s already flipped the conference room tables on their sides and thrown the chairs in the corner haphazardly. He’s dragging two at a time—one in each hand—through the room and out the door.

“What are you doing?” you hiss.

He shoots you a glare and you rear back from the intensity. He’s never looked at you so sharply before.

“Barricading the elevator.” He tosses a table into the hallway leading to the exit like it weighs nothing. “There’s only one way up to the residential floors, ‘n I don’t plan on letting ‘em get this far, but if they do, I’m not risking it.”

“Good plan. I’ll go on ahead.”

“No,” he says, a command. “You’re gonna stay here. If anyone slips past me, you need to make sure they don’t get to the elevator.”

Your fingers clench into fists, but you can’t say anything. Bucky’s right—the tenth floor is the last common floor. The first stairwell, the one they just happily blew up, doesn’t even connect to the residential floors out of safety. The only way up is through the elevator or the auxiliary stairs.

And you’re the only thing standing between them and a straight shot up to Wanda and Vision.

“Fine,” you spit like its acid on your tongue.

Bucky turns, throwing you a smirk over his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he drawls, all Brooklyn, and then he vaults over a table and disappears into the smoke.

Your hips grind into his, finding pleasure in the way his clothed bulge provides friction on your heated core. It aches for his fingers, for his cock, for him. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing and molding them the way an artist molds the clay of his sculptures, and a moan escapes your parted, panting lips.

“Bucky, please, please,” you beg.

“Gonna be good for me?” His hands sear their shape into your thighs.

“Fuck you, Barnes,” you grit through your teeth. “I’m not your good fucking girl.”

It takes you much longer than it would’ve taken Bucky, but you manage to drag every table out of the conference room and into the elevator landing, creating a semi-stable barricade. It won’t hold for long, but it’ll hold, and at this point you can’t hope for much better.

Especially when Steve’s voice shouts over the comms channel, all staticky, “They brought backup! We’re pinned—they’re headed toward you guys, Buck!”

“Thanks, punk.” The sound of bullets reflecting off vibranium fills the channel and Bucky grunts. “I didn’t need more of ‘em.”

“Can’t handle your business?” Steve goads.

“Not when you send yours up with it.”

Another explosion rocks the compound, and this time, Bucky isn’t around to hold you steady. Your legs collapse under you and you tumble to the floor, rolling out of the way as a few of the chairs you’ve stacked up wobble and come crashing to the ground.

“Everyone okay?” Steve asks.

“Barely felt it,” Natasha responds.

“I think it happened closer to us,” you say. “Barnes?”

Three seconds tick by.

“Bucky?” you ask again, urgency flooding your voice.

Seven seconds.

“Bucky,” Steve calls more firmly. “Do you copy?”

On the tenth second, you’re sprinting, leaping over the hallway barricade and heading into the smoke in the same way you watched Bucky do only a few minutes earlier. Immediately you’re coughing, breathing too heavily to mitigate the thick, curling tendrils that choke you. Everything is hazy as if you’re drunk again, vision swimming with bouncing shapes you can hardly make out.

It burns. It burns like a heat you’ve never felt. An ache that doesn’t come with a cure. You need a salve that only exists in Bucky—a poultice made of the way his lips taste and the way his hands feel and the way his eyes look at you. There is nothing else that can heal you as he slides home, fit perfectly within you, thin air suffocating you.

You’ll never feel as good as you do right now ever again. He feels like he’s not supposed to be anywhere but inside you. Separating will be too painful. Bucky belongs as a part of you. Please please don’t let him leave.

Halfway through the corridor, you finally hear the telltale sounds of a firefight over the blaring alarm. It’s all guns firing and men shouting and metal, metal, metal. You rush forward, rifle locked in your hands, and when the smoke dissipates, there he is.

Strands of dark hair falling from his loose bun, face streaked with blood and sweat, eyes flashing dangerously black in the red light of the Compound alert. He’s got a bald man in a chokehold, trying to disarm him non-lethally, but you can hear the pounding of footsteps as more intruders file in from the stairwell. And as soon as the first one breaks through the smoky haze, eyes trained on Bucky, you don’t hesitate.

You shoot.

Bucky’s neck nearly snaps from how quick he turns to look at you. His nostrils flare as he quickly cracks his assailants head against the wall, knocking him unconscious, and if he had a chance to say anything before you were pulling the trigger again to fire into another enemy, you think he’d probably be insulting you.

“You never fuckin’ listen,” he growls, sending a vibranium fist into the stomach of a woman underdressed for the occasion.

“Not to you,” you answer. A grasp on your elbow sends you spinning on your heel, the butt of your rifle smashing into the temple of the dude who tried to sneak up behind you.

“Jesus.” He’s panting, brushing the stray hairs out of his face, as he looks at you. “Is it too much to ask for one day? Just one fuckin’ day for you to actually listen to me?”

Bucky lunges forward, and you almost flinch, but he reaches past you to grab the shoulders of a man waving a knife in your direction. His knee might not be made of metal, but it’s just as solid as he plants it in the intruder’s gut, then sends the poor guy flying with a kick of his boot.

“Yes,” you answer. Bucky whirls around to face you and suddenly he’s too close. Too close, too close, too close. His scent, earthen and salty and tangy with blood—but still a little sweet, like fresh linens—overwhelms you.

“Fuck,” he curses, but his hand finds the line of your jaw and ghosts over your skin, his fingers still warm with blood. “You’re lucky I—”

And then a bullet goes straight through his shoulder.

You scream his name.

You scream his name and it’s fucking rapture. It’s the end. Alpha and omega. You don’t know where you end and he begins. Are you heaven or is he hell? Your jaw goes slack and your knees buckle, weak. In the perfect denouement you collapse atop him as his fingers decorate your skin with black and blue bursts of color. He’s saying something, whispering something you can’t hear. It’s all fuzzy. You feel drunk on more than just the margaritas. You feel drunk on this plane of pleasure, heady and still simmering as you clench and flutter around him.

The concoction of your honey and his seed is sticky in the juncture where your hips meet his.

“Fuckin’ christ,” Bucky swears again, and then he grits his teeth and turns to unload a clip into the man who just shot him. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of getting interrupted.” He tosses the man, bleeding like a stuck pig, through the doorway and down into the stairwell. And then he whirls on you, the fabric around his shoulder stained dark, and his eyes are even darker.

Your mouth feels dry, the way he’s looking at you, and you swallow back the fear you taste on your tongue.

Because you’ve been in love with your best friend for years and he’s never once looked at you like this before. Or maybe he has. Maybe he did when he was fucking you, making you come apart while the world was spinning and the room felt too small. Maybe he looked at you like this and you can’t remember it, but now he’s looking at you like this anyway and it makes you feel like you’re a balloon that’s slipped off a child’s wrist, hurtling toward the sun.

You’re headed straight for the end, you know. You know it.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and even though you expect it, and he says it with those big blue eyes of his staring into you like he’ll bring you out to sea and leave you stranded, your world splits down the middle, your axis cracked. “What happened was a mistake.”

The windows beside you burst in a shatter of prismatic light. Shards of glass rain down upon you, but Bucky is quick to wrap his arms around you and shield you from the storm. In the chaos, you can make out the sounds of ziplines and jangling metal, of guns cocking and boots thumping.

Is this the backup Steve said was coming? Or is this the backup’s backup?

Bucky launches into action without missing a beat and you follow him swiftly. But there’s a burning anger slipping through the sinew of your muscles that you can’t punch out, even as your fist connects with the corner of someone’s jaw. You’re heated. It’s seeping out of your pores with the sweat that slickens your skin.

“You know what?” you pant out, shoving your knee into a man’s crotch repeatedly. Bucky doesn’t turn to look, too busy grappling with a woman wielding a knife the length of his forearm.

“What?” he barks back, struggling for breath as he dodges his attacker’s strikes.

You kick your own assailant’s legs inward, interlocking your fingers behind his head to bring his face straight down into your knee, smashing his nose bloody.

“I know it was a mistake!” You shove the unconscious man away from you and turn to take on the next. “I didn’t need you to fucking remind me!”

You shove the muzzle of your rifle into a tac-suit and fire point-blank. Bucky disarms his opponent and throws her to the floor, tossing hair out of his eyes to glance at you in the heat of battle.

“So you didn’t want it?” he asks, a little quieter. You barely hear him over the war cry that pours from the mouth of the man who launches himself like a rocket at you. And fuck, you’re so distracted by the kicked puppy act Barnes is pulling that you go down, this body scrambling atop you, clawing at the bulletproof vest you wear.

You’re stuck between worrying about the fact that your only protective gear is about to be stripped from you and about why Bucky sounded so fucking sad. Because he’s your best friend. He’s been your best friend.

The two of you have been inseparable since you met. There hasn’t been a week you’ve gone without sharing a bed in some form or fashion with him, sans separate missions. You share your meals together. You share seats and snacks and quiet snickers during movie nights together. You share secrets—the ones you don’t even tell to Tasha on your worst days—together.

And you love him, but that’s the one thing you don’t share. The thing you’ll never share.

Bucky rips the intruder away from you and wastes no time in breaking his neck with a quick twist. He grabs you, hauling you off the floor and to your feet, his hands wrapped around your arms as he draws you close.

His eyes search yours, but you don’t know what he’s looking for.

“Did you want it?” he urges you, and when you open your mouth to speak, no words come to mind. “Tell me you wanted it,” he nearly begs.

“We were drunk,” you force out.

“I wanted it,” he admits, and it feels like someone just punched you. Kissed their knuckles and sent them straight for your lungs. Winded you. Blinded you. Fucking left you to bleed out and rot.

“We were drunk,” you repeat, harder, firmer, louder.

“I’ve always wanted it,” he says, shaking, heaving breaths. “You. I want you, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s eyes flash between blue and black as the siren blares overhead, its red lights pulsing, but you forget about it. You forget about everything except Bucky Barnes in this moment.

Because it’s always been him and he might have wanted it and you might have wanted him too but you were drunk and you can’t fucking remember it. You can’t remember him. You can’t remember anything about that night because you were drunk but he’s standing here saying that he wants you.

“What?”

He laughs, corners of his eyes crinkling in that way you sure do like.

“I want you, doll,” he says again. “I—”

You see the spray of bullets right before Bucky shoves you out of the way. What you don’t see is the butt of a machine gun hurtling toward the back of your head, and then you feel it—lights out.

“I love you,” you remember him saying.

“You’re drunk,” you remember answering.

“I love you still.”

The ceiling above you is familiar, the softness of the sheets on your back as you shift familiar, the light filtering through the bottom edge of the curtains from the window on the right familiar.

Even the man beside you, sleeping silently, hand clasped around yours like it’s a lifeline, is familiar. Everything is soft, a little fuzzy and glowing too bright as you blink awake, turning to look at the messy mop of dark locks that are spread against the sheets as a certain super soldier sits by your bed, hunched over at your side and dozing.

It’s familiar. So familiar it almost hurts.

Maybe it’s the rustle of the sheets or maybe he’s just attuned to your body, but the minute that you squeeze his hand and attempt to sit up, Bucky’s eyes snap open and he’s on his feet in an instant, hovering over you with a panicked gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks, chewing his bottom lip as his eyes flit over you. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Are you—”

“Bucky,” you interrupt him, laughing. “I don’t even know what happened. Sit your pretty ass down and relax for a second.”

He freezes in place, hands floating above your body as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. And then he stiffens, curls back into himself, and sits down in the armchair he’s dragged over to your bedside. A hint of a smile plays at his lips.

“You think ‘m pretty?” he asks, all brilliantly.

You choose to ignore him.

“Why am I in my room and not in medbay? Are Wanda and Vision okay? What happened?”

“Everyone’s fine,” he says, and his thumb starts to rub soothing little circles into your hand, and that would usually be fine but today it’s making your stomach stir with a flutter. “We kicked bad guy butt and everything’s gettin’ cleaned up. It was an old cell of some organization—not HYDRA—that wanted the mind stone. But we took care of ‘em.”

Relief, like a cool shower of rain, floods your body. All the tension you were holding onto, muscles tense, seems to dissipate with only a few words. A happy sigh leaves your mouth and Bucky chuckles quietly, giving your hand another gentle squeeze.

“But why am I in here?” you ask again. “What happened? All I remember is getting shot at.”

He scratches the back of his head, eyes glancing at the floor. “It’s my fault,” he admits. “They started shooting ‘n I panicked—pushed you outta one hell and into another. The guy knocked you out with one blow.”

In the faint light that pours in from the window, Bucky’s eyes glaze over with a glassy look.

“Never saw you go down that fast before,” he whispers. “Not ever.”

The hold he has on your hand, cold metal and hot flesh against delicate skin, is tight and unyielding, but it grounds you in the same way Bucky’s always managed to ground you. It makes you feel like you won’t be able to fly away.

“Not your fault.” Your lips crack into a smile. “And I’m okay now, so it doesn’t matter. Did you bring me here?”

“I took you to the medbay first. But they cleared you after an hour or so, said you’d wake up soon, so I asked if I could bring you back to your room. I figured you would like waking up in your own room a lot better than a hospital room.”

“You were right,” you say. “You always are.”

Bucky stills. His whole body goes rigid and hard, seizing up, and he refuses to look at you. It’s not uncommon—Bucky shutting down like this when his emotions are too heavy for him to carry—but it’s not something you like to watch. You shake his hand a little, trying to bring him back. When he doesn’t respond, you shake him a little harder.

“Bucky?” you call, staring at him, waiting for him.

“I can’t—” he hesitates. You hear every breath he takes. “I kept getting interrupted, and now when I finally have the chance to say it, I can’t do it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” you lie, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yes we do,” he asserts, leaving no room for argument. “We need to talk about it because—because you think it was a mistake, and—”

“You said it was a mistake,” you interrupt.

Now, his eyes snap up to yours, and once again you’re drunk and drowning in those baby blues. Now, you remember what he looked like underneath you, tongue licking up the sweat that crested in the hollow of his throat. Now, you remember what his hands felt like as they covered your naked body, climbing up your skin like ivy climbs toward the heavens, clinging and caressing and searing memories into the way he molded your flesh underneath his strong fingers.

“It was a mistake to sleep with you when we were drunk,” he grits through clenched teeth, a shadow of shame glancing over his face. “It was a mistake to do anything drunk, and I’m sorry. It ain’t right. I knew it wasn’t right but fuck, I…”

“You love me too,” you remember him saying, mouthing the words into the underside of your breast.

“I’m drunk,” you remember telling him. “But I love you. I love you too.”

“I thought it was the only shot I’d ever get with you. And I was wasted, and that ain’t an excuse.” Bucky’s eyes fall to the bed where your hand lay intertwined with his. “I don’t want you to forgive me, sweetheart. Don’t know how you could. ‘N it’s selfish of me, but I’m so afraid of losin’ you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me,” you say quickly, rampantly, trying desperately to form the feelings churning your stomach into words. “Bucky, we’re both responsible. We were both drunk. Neither of us could… We couldn’t say yes and mean it.”

His brow furrows, but his grip doesn’t waiver. “S’not your job, it’s mine, sweetheart. I’m supposed to make sure that everything is right. That you want it.”

“No,” you say, voice gone soft. “It’s both of our jobs to make sure we both want it. I know it was a lot different in the 40s, but we both have to consent and we both have to make sure the other can consent. And we were drunk and we shouldn’t have. But you didn’t hurt me, okay?”

He swallows. “I didn’t?”

You shake your head. “No, you didn’t. ‘Cause I took advantage of you as much as you took advantage of me. I wanted it too. I’ve been in—”

In a flash, Bucky’s vibranium hand is pressed against your lips, metal kissing skin. Your eyes go wide, looking up at him, but his brow is wrinkled and his own eyes are panicked.

“No,” he says in a breath. “No way, doll. I’ve been interrupted every time I’ve tried to say it, and I’m not going to let you beat me to it.”

Bucky takes his hand from where it covers your mouth and drags his fingers softly down your cheek, cupping your jaw and letting his metal thumb caress your face. It reminds you of how he held you right in the middle of battle, looking at you like he’s looking at you right now, and your heart tightens impossibly.

“I love you,” he says. “I’ve loved you since we met, I think. And I’ve wanted you since then too. And I didn’t want—I’m sorry that I fucked up. I’ll never fuckin’ forgive myself for that, sweetheart. But I love you, and I meant it when I said it that night and I mean it now.”

A tear slips down the planes of your face, catching on vibranium fingers. Selfishly, you’re glad that those memories are hazy, like colorless film and grainy television sets and fuzzy screens. It means that in the here and now, with his face right before yours and his eyes like sapphire starlight and his hair a little unkempt, you can remember him like this. The smell of his skin, like ocean breeze. The coolness of his smooth palm, pinky resting against the side of your neck. The way he breathes, heavy and nervous, like he isn’t a recovering super soldier, but just a man from the 40s who loves his first dame.

“We’ll have to have a redo,” you tell him, biting your lip to hide your grin.

Buck blinks. “A redo?”

Your hand slides up his chest, following the line of his sternum and brushing past the nearly-healed wound from where he was shot, over his clavicle to wrap around the back of his neck, fingers threading in the loose strands of his hair.

“Well the first time didn’t count, right? So we need a redo. I want to tell you that I love you and not blame it on the alcohol.”

It takes a minute, but very slowly, Bucky’s mouth breaks into a toothy grin. His eyes light up the whole room.

“That right, sweetheart?” he asks, all charming and boyish, leaning closer until his nose is just brushing yours. His breath doesn’t smell like booze. This is real, and this means something, and Bucky Barnes is in love with you the way you’re in love with him. He must be, you think, with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only star in the night sky.

“That’s right,” you say, a laugh on the end of your tongue that Bucky swallows when his mouth lands on yours. And this time, you’ll remember.

This time, you’ll remember how plush his lips are against yours, how the chapped skin feels against yours as his mouth opens yours and his tongue dips inside to taste the giggles slipping out of your throat. Your hand knots in his hair, urging him closer, needing to have him pressed against you in case he tries to break away and run. In case this isn’t real, born of hazy drunken memories that flash like lightning bugs in your mind.

But he doesn’t taste drunk, and he doesn’t move like he’s drunk, and he pulls away with a heady groan as your tongue tangles with his. Bucky hovers above you, panting, his own hand moving to cup the back of your head, and that’s how you know this is real.

You know it’s real because a twinge of pain shoots through your skull and a gasp escapes the kiss-swollen lips Bucky just left behind.

He lets go immediately, terrified. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Shit, sweetheart, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, so bad at this, always fuckin’ it up.”

“It’s fine,” you say, wincing. “It’s not your fault. I got pistol-whipped in the back of the head and it hurts like a bitch.”

“Shoulda listened to me,” he says without thinking, then freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in a pair of headlights and you’re speeding straight for him and you aren’t stepping on the brake. “Sorry.”

“You’re awful.” You frown at him. “I’m injured and you’re being awful to me.”

Bucky laughs and falls to the bed beside you with a bounce of the mattress, throwing his flesh arm around your waist and pulling you gently into his body. He cradles you here, like you’re fragile, but it’s soft and he’s soft and he’s humming happily, so you let him. It’s a familiar position—to be in Bucky’s arms.

What’s not familiar is the way his nose nudges against your jaw, asking you to bare your neck to him as he smatters tiny kisses over your throat.

“You love me,” he whispers. You can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Well I’m not drunk, y’know,” you say.

“But you love me.”

You turn your head to look at him. He looks shy, hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder. When your hand falls upon his chest you can feel how fast his heart is beating, how it hammers in his ribcage. Vaguely, you wonder if it could break his bones from how hard it beats for you.

“I love you,” you admit, dragging your fingers down his chest. “I want you forever.”

He grins. “Good thing I ain’t plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon, sweetheart.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #divine masterlist #thanks for supporting me!

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thetonethetollandthethunder · 2 years

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thoughts on greyson/slayd?

OHOHO, Greyson is probably one of my favorite characters!!

Firstly, I love his alias as slayd, its fun! And his fake backstory is very funny to me, it’s something only a guy who was thrusted into a life of bad deeds could come up with.

Also I fucking hate his canon design (it was used for the exclusive books which are offical prints of the books therefore yes, this is his design)

IM SORRY IT DOESNT LOOK GOOD AT ALL

I reject that design 100% (now my Greyson design 👀👀 I’m kidding obvi)

NOW ONTO HIS CHARACTER, I think his relationship with the thunderhead is really interesting NOW I AM GONNA SAY RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW that their relationship is more of a parental relationship than romantic I think it’s REALLY weird that people ship them especially since the thunderhead canonically raised him, it’s weird.

Their canon relationship is very nice, and you can tell they care about each other BUT HOW IT ENDS BREAKS MY HEARTT,

And you understand why he did it too, the thunderhead needs consequences as well as humanity. But it still hurts because of all they’ve been through.

His relationship with Jerico is wonderful, I do wish it was explored more, but we’ll probs get that in Gleanings

#this is a lot more jumbled sorry suhdjs #the tone speaks #arc of a scythe #greyson tolliver #the tone answers

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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IMAGINE WHAT BAD A SKEPPY WOULD DO IF YOU GOT HURT?? THE PROTECTION?? THE KINDNESS?? AND SAPNAP? OMG MY HEARTT

Oh my gosh they would be so concerned and would do everything to make sure that you were okay but I also think they would keep a calm head and would just really be able to help you.

So you and Sapnap would be out doing something when you got hurt. Now you may ask how did you get hurt? Can anyone tell me how you got hurt? Anyone? Anyone? That’s right! You weren’t paying attention and a creeper blew up behind you! You guys are so smart! Anyway lol.

An explosion happens causing you to fly forward and lose a lot of hearts. Sapnap immediately runs to your side and jumps into action. He carefully helps you up and then picks you up in a way that it doesn’t hurt the injuries you’ve just received, and then he runs. He runs to his house because he knows that his fathers will be home and they can probably dress your wounds better than he can. Sapnap makes it home in record time and he flings the front door open, “Woah bud. What’s the--” Bad’s witty comment freezes on his tongue as he sees his son’s panicked state and an injured and unconscious you in his arms. “SKEPPY! Get the first aid kit!” Bad shouts down the hallway before jumping into action. He quickly preps the couch before motioning Sapnap to place you down. He does as he’s told and then takes a step back and just watches. As Bad looks you over, Skeppy appears with the first aid kit in his hand, “What happened love? Did you cut your finger ag--” The playful banter dies on his lips as he takes in the sight. His smile fades from his face and he quickly strides forward and hands his husband the first aid kit he requested. “Sapnap go get a wash cloth and a small tub of water,” Skeppy commands as he notices the dirt caked around the open cuts. Sapnap does what he’s told immediately, wanting to help in anyway he can. “What happened?” Skeppy asks after his son is gone. “I don’t know” Bad responds as he preps the bandaids, gauze, and burn cream, “I called out to you as soon as I realized.” Bad mumbles, not looking at his husband. Skeppy can tell what Bad’s thinking so he reaches down and gives his husband’s hand a squeeze. “They’ll be alright. They’ve got the best medic in the world taking care of them… And you’re here too.” Skeppy teases, bumping his shoulder causing the tension to lift just a little. Bad scoffs and rolls his eyes but smiles, “I’ll remember that the next time you need patching up.” Skeppy doesn’t get to respond because Sapnap is back with the requested items. Skeppy and Bad jump right into it. Skeppy carefully cleans each and every cut so it doesn’t get infected, and Bad follows with the proper bandage to seal it. The two work in silence, both extremely focused on just making sure that you’re stable. By the end, the water that Sapnap brought it gross brown with hints of red from the dirt and blood cleaned from your skin and the first aid kit is definitely going to need restocked, but you’re stable and taken care of and that’s all the men care about. After they are done, Sapnap explains what happened and the two listen intently. Silently they agree to give you a lecture about being more aware of your surroundings when you come too and are feeling better.

Later that night you wake up on the couch, snuggled carefully into your boyfriend’s arms. You’re body aches, but not as much as it did when the blast first hit you. You try to sit up, but are unsuccessful due to your boyfriend’s arms trapping you to him. Bad and Skeppy, however, were sat across from you, both looking through some book. Bad is the one that notices your movement and shoots up immediately, “Easy there sweetheart. You took quite the amount of damage. Just relax,” he softly commands, his hand coming down and running smoothly through your hair. You can’t help but comply with what he says. “What happened?” You manage to croak out. Skeppy and Bad exchange a look and Skeppy leaves the room for a moment while Bad begins to explain. Skeppy returns with a glass of water and helps you drink as Bad tells the story. “Oh… I really have to start paying more attention to what’s happening around me” you mumble, your throat feeling a lot better after having something to drink. Bad and Skeppy chuckle and nod, “Yeah you do sweetheart,” Bad hums. “You really gave us a scare there,” Skeppy chimes in. You wince a little bit because that’s the last thing you want to do, “I’m sorry… I love you guys. Thank you for taking care of me.” And of course their hearts melt. “Of course honey. We love you too and would do anything to keep you safe,” Bad tells you, before leaning down and kissing your forehead. Skeppy quickly takes his place and kisses your head too, “Anything… Now go back to sleep honey, I’m sure you’re still exhausted” and you’re really grateful they said that because, yeah you are. So you give them a little nod and a soft smile before closing your eyes and curling into your boyfriend once again.

Once you seem to fall asleep, Bad and Skeppy let out huge sighs of relief. They plop back down on the sofa they were sitting on and just hold each other tightly before falling asleep themselves. You really did give them a scare and they couldn’t be more happy that you’re okay.

Very sorry this took me so long to get to, but I hope you liked it all the same! Have a great night guys and I’ll see you tomorrow!!

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #sapnap #sapnap drabble #sapnap imagine #badboyhalo #skeppy #badboyhalo imagine #badboyhalo drabble #skeppy drabble #badboyhalo and skeppy #ray responds #anon #asks #drabble

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lalosalamcnca · 3 years

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The Originals 3x17-3x22 Review

So I watched TVD during quarantine last year, and even though I swore to never watch another Julie Plec show again, I’m watching TO! I thought I’d share my thoughts, let people read my clueless predictions or my feelings about Klamille. You can find my reviews of S1-3 on my blog.

3x17

How did Lucien make a deal with the ancestors???

Freya’s scream was so classic horror movie

That’s smart of Vincent to record the video in a neutral area

Kol is REALLY getting mad, oh my lord

YAY KLAYLEY’S DOING THEIR OWN INVESTIGATION…they’d be great at that stuff

That weird liquid of Lucien’s looked like Kool-aid lol

God the ancestors are so fkn cruel, who likes them anyway

DAVINA, DON’T U DARE LET KOL TOUCH CAMI

I wish we could’ve gotten more foreshadowing of Lucien being the villain, bc him being evil is understandable but narratively unexpected

I like that we’re talking about Finn being daggered, it makes me empathize with him a little more

I’VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY, DAVINA KICKED KOL OUT OF CAMI’S APARTMENT

AWW KLAUS COMMENTING ON HAYLEY’S CARPOOL KARAOKE SKILLS

Also how tf does Matt plan to stop the Originals

I FKN LOVE THAT KLAYLEY’S FIGHTING TOGETHER, LITERALLY AMAZING

THOSE POOR WOLVES, THAT WHOLE PROCESS LOOKS SO PAINFUL

WAIT, MATT KILLED FINN?! I forgot about that…god that was horrible writing

OHHH SO THAT’S HOW LUCIEN CURED HIS BITE

OH GREAT, FINN HELPED LUCIEN BECOME AN UPGRADED ORIGINAL…OF COURSE THINGS CAN NEVER GO RIGHT

Elijah’s getting beat up…sad to see but not unexpected

KOL IS TURNING ON DAVINA…I really hate the power imbalance of this scene, Davina looks so childlike next to Kol

Oh my god, I know Klayley doesn’t happen but I want them to kiss so badly

That was a quick turnaround for Finn being a little more receptive to his siblings

RILEY’S ACTING IS FUCKING ME UP

OH FUCK I’M CRYING FINN’S DEAD

HIS WHOLE FAMILY FORGAVE HIM AND FUCKK THIS WAS SO FUCKING SAD AND THEY’RE HOLDING A RITUAL FOR FINN, BE STILL MY HEARTT

Well it’s kinda sad that Kol is being manipulated

I’m loving Vincent’s speech, LET’S GET RID OF THE DUSTY OLD ANCESTORS

OF COURSE LUCIEN HELPED AURORA ESCAPE AND PLANS TO HELP HER UPGRADE

3x18

Well…Lucien and Aurora seem to be having fun

Although it’s still pathetic that Lucien wants Aurora

LMAOO AURORA REALLY ADMITTED KLAUS WAS BETTER

AND SHE DOESN’T FULLY BELIEVE LUCIEN UPGRADED HAHAHA

OH MY GOD LUCIEN’S BASICALLY PROPOSING WOWW

Klaus, STOP BEING A MORON. U can’t possibly walk into a fight that u don’t know how to win

I’m glad the bar isn’t affecting Kol, and he looks happy too

OHHH THAT KLAMILLE SCENE JUST RIPPED MY HEART IN HALF

I love the vibe of this NOLA music festival, it looks so fun

OH SHIT THE TUNDE BLADE’S IN KLAUS NOW

Of course Lucien wants Elijah to come alone to the penthouse

Why hasn’t Aurora drank the Upgraded blood?!

Looks like Van Ngyugen is taking over as regent

OOH SO AURORA DOESN’T LOVE LUCIEN AND SHE’S PLAYING HIM…can’t say it’s surprising

Surely the Strix will come to defend Elijah?? What happened to them??

Yayyy Haymille has a scene together

AWW CAMI’S AFRAID, I CAN’T BLAME HER THO

Oh shit, Kol’s acting up again

WELL FUCK, HAYLEY’S BEEN KNOCKED OUT

Oh my god, it’s insane how good Davina looks

KOL, GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF MARCEL

“I would never hurt Davina” this isn’t going to age well

Marcel providing Kol with solid advice

Those poor Strix vampires are about to die for nothing

FUCK YEAH, HAYMILLE DEFEATED AURORA, U GO TEAM

KLAUS LOOKS SO PROUD OF CAMI AWW LITERALLY SO CUTE

OH SHIT, KOL LITERALLY CAN’T LEAVE TOWN

OH MY FUCKING GOD, LUCIEN HAD SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS ON AURORA AND SAW WHAT SHE SAID

AWW THE S1 TRIO TALKING ABOUT KLAMILLE, I LOVE THIS LITTLE TALK

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, LUCIEN IS AT CAMI’S DOOR INSTEAD OF KLAUS

LUCIEN BIT CAMI NOOO

I’d like to personally say fuck you to all the people that hated on Leah Pipes and made her quit TO

3x19

I’m so unprepared for this episode…

OH NO KLAUS SEES THE BITE

CAMI SAID I LOVE YOU I’M GASPING, MY HEART IS RIPPING APART FUCKKK

KLAUS DON’T GO BLAMING VINCENT

I’m so happy everyone’s banding together to help Cami out

OH SO NOW MARCEL FINALLY REMEMBERED CAMI EXISTS

I can’t believe I’m not going to get another Klamille kiss…THIS IS BLASPHEMY

KOLVINA’S REALLY FIGHTING, FUCK YEA

Is it bad that I’m on Davina’s side? Kol’s just annoying me too much

KLAUS, PULL IT TOGETHER, GO BE A BOYFRIEND TO CAMI

WELL THIS IS GETTING REALLY SAD

OHHH CAMI’S GIVING ELIJAH THE GAME OF TRIVIAL PURSUIT AND NOW THAT SET ME OFF, I’M CRYING

Lucien’s a scorpio…that explains everything (jk, idk anything about Scorpios)

Now why am I more interested in the Lucien and Davina scenes…as a dark ship tho

NOOO IT’S THE FUCKING CORNER CAFE DATE BUT IT’S IN KLAMILLE’S MINDS

KLAUS WANTS TO TRAVEL WITH CAMI, TOO MANY FUCKING TEARS IN MY EYES

OHHH VINCENT DOESN’T WANNA GIVE UP, BABYY

Oh yeah, Lucien’s handling Aurora’s betrayal really well, he’s totally over it

FUCK KLAMILLE’S HOLDING HANDS AND IT’S SO CASUAL AND I’M DYINGGG

I’m crying, listening to this stupid fucking speech of Cami’s

I mean c’mon, Kol did try to warn Davina about the spell but she didn’t listen

Danielle Campbell is putting so much emotion into this Kolvina scene but Nate is just not giving anything back honestly

Cami’s starting to go…

OHHH KLAMILLE ADMITTED THEY BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER

I HOPE EVERY PERSON THAT BULLIED LEAH PIPES STEPS INTO A PUDDLE WITH SOCKS ON

I’m crying again…Cami deserved the world, I really do hope she found Peace

I like that Vincent’s pledging to continue their cause but it’s making me cry even more

Hayley’s speech to Cami was really sweet

Wait how does Freya still have Lucien’s blood??

OH SHIT, KOL’S BEEN UNDAGGERED

THIS IS SO BRUTAL WTF

I can’t believe it…Davina’s dead

“I WOULD NEVER HURT DAVINA” MY ASS, I HATE THIS FUCKING SHIP

Nate buzz, GIVE ME MORE EMOTION

3x20

AWWW POOR MARCEL, MY BABY

OHHH CAMI’S BODY IS STILL IN THE BED

I hope Cami gets that Irish wake

LOL I KINDA LOVE THAT VAN AND LUCIEN ARE CLASHING

YEAH, LET MARCEL GET THE HELP HE NEEDS

It makes my blood boil that Elijah’s gonna kill Marcel after they’ve been so close this entire season…it’s too cruel

WOW, KLAUS MOVED REBEKAH TO A SECRET LOCATION?!

I like that Klayley’s spending more time together

This is so painful, knowing what’s gonna happen to Davina

WHYYY ARE WE GETTING A STUPID KOLVINA MOMENT AFTER HE KILLED HER

Also, Danielle is putting on a great performance, I can really feel her fear and worry

This is a really tough decision about Davina but these are the Mikaelsons, they’re not supposed to be heroes

But I love that Klayley’s against it, we stan

Oh shit…Elijah and Freya are about to end Davina’s peace

Poor Davina, honestly…this is just a bad situation, and I know no one’s gonna get out of this with a smile on their face

LOL THE FACT THAT THE REGENT CAN JUST BE PUSHED AROUND

JFC WHAT A HORRIFIC CAR CRASH

CMD is giving me way more than Nate, jfc

KLAYLEY’S FIGHTING TOGETHER, WE LOVE TO SEE IT…even if Lucien’s winning

Klaus kneeled to save Hayley…I like it

Lucien was a pretty good villain, not my absolute favourite but still, I like him

That’s pretty cruel, mutilating Lucien like Tristan did all those centuries ago

Klaus looks so hurt by Marcel’s words, but solid points are being made

WHY DOES DAVINA HOLD THE BRUNT OF RESPONSIBILITY FOR KOL NOT KILLING PEOPLE

Honestly the Mikaelsons deserve the other characters’ anger but they’re not known for being good people, so this is not necessarily anything astounding or surprising

They’re already painting Marcel as a villain…it’s warranted but I hate that HE has to be the villain out of everyone

OOOHH MARCEL’S ABOUT TO UPGRADE

3x21

OHHH JOSH IS THERE, HE LOST BOTH CAMI AND DAVINA :(

AWW MY HEARTT JOSH WAS TOO CHOKED UP TO SAY ANYTHING

“The Mikaelsons will answer for this” um Davina’s murderer AKA Kol is literally right next to u

OH GOOD IT WAS CAMI’S WAKE, I’M SO GLAD

I literally forgot all about Kinney lmao, but I appreciate him coming to the wake

Klaus understands Marcel’s anger, thank god…

OH GOOD, KOL’S ABOUT TO HAVE IT OUT WITH FREYA

Kol’s being cold af, but I can’t exactly blame him

I mean…Lucien is already dead, so there’s no “justice” left for Cami’s death?

So what’s up with the Strix now

LOL JOSH’S REACTION TO MARCEL AND THE UPGRADED SERUM

The funny thing is Klaus is showing a lot of empathy and compassion towards Marcel but it’s too late for that

Looks like the consequences of the Mikaelsons’ actions are catching up to them

OOHH WHAT’S GOING ON WITH KOL AND THIS WITCHY MAGIC

I’m on board with this plan of Vincent’s, fuck the ancestors

Why is Elijah so aggressive when Klaus and Marcel are literally just talking

LMAOO THE POLICE BUSTED THE MAGIC SHOP FOR HEALTH CODE VIOLATIONS

*insert meme of Lucy Liu saying tear that bitch apart* (this is me talking to Marcel about the Mikaelsons)

LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE ELIJAH, THE PROPHECY IS COMING TRUE BC U SHOWED UP DUMBASS

OMGGG MARCEL IS SERVING UP SO MANY GOOD POINTS

Poor Marcel…Elijah, u little bitch

I’m just gonna shake my head in disappointment for the next minute

Elijah’s crying, it’s sad but I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy for him atm

This story of Kol seeing Davina is so boring, like flowers?? REALLY? THAT’S THE BEST THE WRITERS COULD COME UP WITH?!

GOODBYE ANCESTORS, HAVE FUN BURNING

Also, Klaus doesn’t need to forgive Elijah, LET THE DUDE WALLOW AND DON’T DEFEND HIM, HAYLEY

Oh thank god, Josh knows Marcel isn’t dead

THE MIKAELSONS PLAYED RIGHT INTO VINCENT AND MARCEL’S HANDS, FUCKKK

3x22

I love this little flashback of mini Marcel and him rising as an Upgraded Original

Klaus is giving such a sweet speech to baby Hope…also she’s adorable

SHITTT, THE MIKAELSONS ARE SURROUNDED

Well, Marcel’s right, u don’t go after one Mikaelson, you go after all of them

WHY IS KOL’S ATTITUDE SO HOSTILE WHEN HE LITERALLY HEARD MARCEL PROMISE REVENGE

Wow, the witches got won over by Vincent pretty quickly

Oh my god…the Strix are all dead…

Also, what a shitty way of wrapping up the Strix’s storyline, they’re supposed to be super powerful but got wiped out so quickly

I JUST REALIZED WHAT HAPPENED WITH KOL GETTING BITTEN, IT TOOK ME A MINUTE ANDDD ELIJAH’S BEEN BITTEN TOO

HELLO MY QUEEN REBEKAH, OFC SHE’D BE ABLE TO STOP THE FIGHT

I love that Rebekah’s basically Switzerland in this whole fight

Wow the Abattoir is seriously getting beat up

OMG REBEKAH SAYING “THEY WON’T BE KIND TO ANYONE STANDING IN THEIR WAY” AND HAYLEY + HOPE APPEARING IN FRONT OF KLAUS…I love that Klayley moment

WHAT A BITTERSWEET KLAYLEY MOMENT, I KINDA LOVED IT THO

This whole trial scene with the mob looks pretty cool

Rebekah’s mark is really coming back in…

Is it bad that I want Elijah to hallucinate Gia

I can’t tell if Rebekah’s basically under the influence of the curse or just faking…I’ve seen the end scene so I’m gonna go with faking

That was a nice Haylijah moment…but can Phoebe give me a little more

I like Klaus’s speech, he’s kinda right but he’s still wrong….it’s the perfect Mikaelson speech

It’s kinda smart tho that Klaus is framing his death as “peace”

I hate that all the people named by Marcel were mostly POC or women…DID THAT CROSS YOUR MIND, JULIE

Poor Hayley…she’s basically all alone

OOOH VINCENT IS REALLY CALLING OUT MARCEL, HELL YEAH

I like this little mental safe haven for the Mikaelsons but the colouring is so ugly lol

Klaus’s letter to Hope…too sweet

I really liked the ending scene…what a whirlwind season

4x01-4x06 review coming soon! Please, DO NOT POST SPOILERS OR HATE COMMENTS. I don’t expect people to agree with my opinions, but being rude is not going to get me to change mine. I haven’t seen the show before, my opinions are probably going to change over time as I keep watching. If you want longer notes on any of the episodes, opinions on a TO ship, my overall thoughts on S1-3; please ask or message me, I’d be happy to share them.

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Ok so the rin bit hurt my soul I cried my heartt And Quentin is such a good little brother omg. I can't get over that, Michael is doing so good aaa!!! I'm so glad legion is doing good and they're all together now it makes me so happy they're all gonna get better and be good, Jeff u legend!!!! And Philip is loved. No debate. This whole chapter is so packed and so well written I love it so much you have done an amazing job!!!!

The Rin bit hurt me too. Quentin is quality tho, and Michael really is doing super well with family rehab. Man, Quentin just has big sibling energy. He’s got the skills. : D Frank’s and Julie are messes but Jeff really is putting in the leg work godspeed! Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it!! It was really nice to get to write the crew having good things happen to them for once, lord knows they deserve it. TuT

#ask #allexiaah #thank you!!!! : D #in living memory #in living memory (fic)#ilm spoilers #spoilers

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sophfandoms53 · 5 years

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Endgame Talk

This little discussion is gonna have massive spoilers for Avengers Endgame. This is your warning if you have not seen the movie. If you haven’t seen it, just scroll all the way down as fast you can. If you have seen it or you don’t care about spoilers, then welcome! As for the rest of you, you have been warned.

Okay so. I know we’ve all got our own opinions on Endgame, the way the plot works, the way certain characters were treated, and especially with its ending.

I’ve read a lot of reviews and reactions about Endgame the past few days and in all honesty. There isn’t much I disagree with. A lot of the critiques given to the film are valid critiques. Some are just nitpicks that don’t really matter. But over all, the criticism is pretty fair.

In regards to the time travel, I barely understood how it worked in the film. All I know is that it worked and everyone came back. All I needa know lmao. I didnt understand time travel in back to the future, I didnt understand it in gravity falls, I didnt understand it in TMNT, I didnt understand it in Power Rangers, and I don’t understand it during this movie.

Time travel is a very difficult thing to figure out with story telling as every move made has its consequences. Which is why when I see people saying “The time travel in this movie created plot holes.” It makes me laugh because uh duh it’s time travel, of course it creates plot holes. We have yet to see any creator or writer do time travel and not have it cause plot holes or confusion. This doesn’t excuse said plot holes but it clears up that Endgame isn’t the first victim of the trouble time travel has on its story.

Okay let’s talk about Tony and Steve’s endings.

Oh boy.

I’ll start with Steve because right now I ain’t ready to talk about Tony.

Steve went back in time to put the infinity stones in their proper places before the team originally went back to bring everyone back and he was suppose to come right back to the present (or future in their case) but he doesn’t. Instead he stays in the 70’s (which is when he and tony got the Tesseract) and forms a relationship with Peggy and when we see him again in present (future) time he’s the age he would be if he was never frozen back in the 40’s.

Now, while I do agree this causes a lot of confusion in regards to events in Civil War and such but. That’s our timeline. What happened with Steve staying back in the 70’s was that he created an alternate time line where, all the events we all saw still exist, but he was able to live a happy marriage with Peggy. Or at least that’s how I saw it honestly. Steve staying in the 70’s didn’t change or alter anything in the main timeline. We know this because we saw that nothing changed.

Also. Steve never belonged in this time period anyway. In The First Avenger, Steve is fighting in WW2 and it’s a soldier. He was meant to be in the 40’s but he made a sacrifice that caused him to wake up in modern day. And while Steve did a lot as Captain America, that doesn’t change that this isn’t where he belongs. He watched as everyone in his past was either changed (Bucky being mind controlled) or lost (Watching Peggy die). Steve’s entire past kept coming back to haunt him. Which is why he took the opportunity to stay in the 70’s with Peggy. To give himself a happy ending. This was something foreshadowed throughout the film as well.

Now. Lets talk about the big one.

Tony Stark.

Firstly.

UM OW????? MARVEL YOU LEGIT RIPPED MY HEART OUT FROM MY CHEST AND STEPPED ON IT AND THREW IT IN THE STREET TO GET RUN OVER BY A CAR! HOLY SHIT THAT HURT. AND LIL BABY PETER PARKER CLINGING TO TONY DIDNT HELP NONE. GAH MY HEARTT. IM STILL CRYING OVER THIS

Okay. Now that that’s out. Lets talk Tony Stark.

Imma be real. The minute Morgan Stark (whom is adorable and needs absolute protection) popped out of the tent, I knew Tony’s fate. I had a huge feeling Tony wasn’t gonna make it out. And it hurt that I was right.

However, as much as it hurt to see Tony die, to see him make the last sacrifice, it makes sense both for story telling and within Tony’s arc as a character.

We’ve watched Tony grow from an arrogant man who didn’t really care for the world around him but his industry, to someone who wants what’s best for his family, who became a mentor of a young kid with a lot of potential to the point that only Tony really believed in him and who wants to protect the world.

We saw Tony go through this arc from beginning to end.

Tony’s never had it easy in his life. He lost a lot, he fought a lot, and he stressed a lot. Tony, throughout these films, has never had a proper time to relax and appreciate what he has because he was always fighting to protect himself, the ones he loves and the world. It got to the point in Iron Man 3 that Tony began losing sleep and could not rest because of all the torment he has been through.

Keep in mind Iron Man 3 takes place The Avengers and what happened in Avengers? Loki and a huge attack on New York that only they could stop. And who sent Loki on this attack?

Thanos.

It always comes back to Thanos.

Joe Rousso confirmed back during Infinity War that Thanos and Tony have connection.

In the sense of story telling, Thanos acts as a foil to Tony.

In an interview, one of the Rousso’s said:

“It’s all the heroes. I think he has the most specific connection to Tony because Tony is a futurist, and he has predicted a threat like Thanos. It’s lived in his brain even though he couldn’t name it. Tony is the most desperately driven, down to the core, to react against something like Thanos, although all the heroes will face a threat, no matter who it is or where it comes from. But I think this is intrinsic to Tony’s psychology, and because Tony started it all with Iron Man, he has a special connection to the threat that’s facing him."

Despite not meeting until Infinity War, Thanos and Tony have always had a connection. Thanos was the one that kept Tony restless. The reason he stressed everyday. Thanos was the reason Tony has to witness the loss of all his allies and surrogate son.

It’s all been Thanos.

The reason I call Thanos Tony’s foil is because of this connection.

Thanos and Tony have similar goals. They both believe what they’re doing is the greater good for the world. There’s a connection between them because of how they both think and operate. It’s why Thanos tells Tony he has respect for him in Infinity War. Thanos understands Tony’s view. And because he understands, Thanos serves to show Tony, and the audience what Tony would’ve become had he not grown and became obsessed with “balance” instead of the greater good.

In doing so, Thanos couldn’t live in a world without Tony and Tony couldn’t live in a world without Thanos.

Now I know some of you are probably like, “But Tony did live in a world without Thanos. He spent 5 years without Thanos around.”

and you’re right.

Technically, you’re right.

However.

Even within those 5 years, Tony was still haunted by what Thanos did. How Thanos won and that they lost. We saw throughout Endgame that Tony never forgave himself for what happened and especially for what happened to Peter.

Despite Thanos being dead, Tony is still haunted at the memory of Thanos and all the damage he created.

Hence why Peter was Tony’s main motivation throughout the film. When the team attempts to ask Tony for help regarding time travel, Tony declines as he says his too risky and because he doesn’t want to lose what he has now. Which is Pepper and Morgan.

His wife and daughter mean more to Tony than anything. We’ve seen Tony’s love for Pepper grow and we saw how much Tony loves his daughter. I love you 3000!

He got 5 happy years with them. Tony had his happy ending for as long as he could. Until once again, Thanos’ actions came back to haunt him. Seeing, remembering, that Peter was one of the people that were lost during Infinity War, the kid Tony grew to love as a son, and looked over and mentoured, Tony never stopped working on trying to bring Peter back. Without Peter, Tony felt like he failed.

At the end of the day Tony wasn’t worried about himself, he wanted Peter safe and sound. He wanted the world to be saved.

Tony needed closure. He needed to know the evil that haunted him for years was gone. He needed to know that his family and friends were safe. He needed to know that he fought until his end. And he did just that.

Tony Stark never ever stopped fighting. Ever.

Which is why Tony makes the ultimate sacrifice.

Using the stones and losing his own life.

Yes it hurt. A lot. It affected us and the characters in the film. But that’s how Tony’s arc was suppose to end.

It’s why Pepper said, “You can rest now.”

Tony fought Thanos non-stop for years and years on end. He never thought he could be at peace. But when he saw all his loved ones around for him, especially Pepper, his loving wife and Peter, the boy he risked everything for, and that they were officially safe and the monster that haunted him could no longer harm his family. He go be at peace.

He could pass on peacefully.

Tony Stark learned to love. Learned to care. Learned to grow. Learned that you’re not always alone.

Tony Stark learned all that he needed to in order make the final sacrifice in order to kill Thanos.

Tony Stark put the world’s protection before his own life.

Tony Stark is the true super hero.

His final words,

“And I... Am Iron Man.”

Were that for a reason, not just as a call back to he ending of the first film.

Those were his final words because Iron Man is not Tony Stark.

Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Tony Stark is the hero.

It’s the lesson Tony taught Peter with the phrase, “If you’re nothing without this suit than you shouldn’t have it.”

It’s not the suit that makes the superhero, but the person who wears it.

Tony Stark wears the Iron Man armor.

Tony Stark is the hero, not Iron Man.

Tony Stark’s arc has concluded.

There is no denying the pain and tears that were felt and shed during Tony’s death. But it was his time to go.

It was Tony’s time to rest.

Tony Stark fought and lived hard.

Tony Stark died happy, at peace and as a hero.

~We love you 3000 Tony~

Thanks for reading this far if you did. This is just my take on the film. Don’t take it as fact alright. What did you guys think of Endgame?

#avengers endgame spoilers #avengers: endgame #endgame spoilers #tony stark #iron man #robert downey jr #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans #peter parker #spider man #tom holland #thanos #josh brolin #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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shishidoryofan · 6 years

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Sorry if it’s a little lackluster at the end, but enjoy :)

RobStar Week 2018 Day 5: Genderbend

There were many obstacles Robin faced in her life that a normal person just wouldn’t believe.

At the young age of nine, she was already jumping off buildings and fighting criminals ten times her size. At the age of twelve, she probably knew and mastered more marital arts by the time most kids her age were just starting to take beginner's lessons.

At age fourteen, she successfully handled a criminal like the penguin almost all by herself (she had minor help from Batman at the end).

At age fifteen, she left Gotham and Batman to strike out on her own. In this same year, she became the leader of a powerful team of superhero teenagers who she considered family.

Since being in the Teen Titans, Robin has encountered countless of foes ranging from a loser with a magical remote, a demon from another dimension, to the Brotherhood of Evil. She even had to fight a person she once considered a valuable teammate of hers.

But this obstacle had to be the worst.

The Teen Titans had just finished fighting Dr. Light (again), when suddenly a camera crew came running in for a quick interview of the Titans.

Of course Beast Boy tried to take front center but everyone of course turned to her as the leader of the team. No, they turned to her because she was Robin and everyone knew Robin.

At first it was all basic questions like “How does it feel to be the top superhero team after the Justice League?” or “What is it your team value the most in life?” There were even semi personal ones like “Do you think Batman is proud of what you have been doing in Jump City?”

Though Robin was kind of nervous, she answered the question with the upmost confidence she could fake. Personally she just wanted the news cameras to go so she and her friends could go back to the tower and relax.

That all changed when Starfire padded her on the back.

On instant, Robin stopped whatever she was saying to face him. “Is something wrong Star?”

“Robin, I-”

Before he could began, the camera crew had pushed in closer. The lady holding the mic grin grew wider. Robin could already tell she wasn’t going to like the next question.

“Robin can you tell us your relationship with the handsome alien Starfire? We know you are close to all of your teammates, but there is hints that you and Starfire are closer. Tell us how you were able to snag such a good such a good looking guy?”

“Snag?” Robin felt her face getting red. “We don’t have that- I don’t-” Why couldn’t she finished any of her sentences? Suddenly her mind was flooded with memories that she had with Starfire. From the time she saved him from aliens wanting to make Starfire a slave (that was also the day she had her first kiss), to the day she felt a great pain when Robin thought she was losing Starfire to that ugly insect queen.

Sure Robin had a crush, but to say they were dating?! She didn’t even know if Starfire felt the same way she did. In fact, she looked straight at Starfire, expecting him to end all these rumors.

Beast Boy whistled while Raven smirked at her.

Cyborg stepped in front of the camera and pointed at her. “You will have to excuse our fearless leader Robin here. She always gets nervous when people talk about her BOY. FRIEND.”

That’s when her heartt started beating fast. Her face was definitely red now.

The smart thing to do would be to just calmly state that there wasn’t anything going on between them technically. It was the truth. While she did admit to herself that what she has been feeling for the alien prince is more than just friendly, Robin would never put him on the spot like that.

But that didn’t happen.

‘HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!”

Like any embarrassed teenager, words came out before her brain could process them. The news and camera crew looked disappointed, but not fully convinced.

Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven had turned their attention to Starfire…who looked really mad all of a sudden.

Starfire looked like he wanted to say something so bad, but the words couldn’t escape him. He stared angrily at Robin for a few seconds before flying off.

“You really did it this Girl Wonder. Poor Star.”

Robin turned to her friends and team. “I was just telling the truth, besides you guys know Starfire. He’s to nice to stay mad. Right?”

Raven folded her arms. “I think it’s better if you apologized to him when we get back.”

Robin sighed. “I will, but I’m telling you guys, Starfire is going to be just fine.”

–

Starfire was not fine at all.

When they all got back, Robin expected Starfire to be on the couch waiting for them, but the place was quiet beyond all belief.

Everyone starred at her, wanting her to take charge and apologize, so Robin sighed and slowly walked to Starfire’s room. She had started planning a whole speech to say. It would have stuff like she wasn’t use to the whole guy thing and living with Batman wasn’t the best place to look for love advice.

She stood in front of Starfire’s door for ten minutes before she realized that Star had to be somewhere else in the tower.

The training room.

When Robin got there, Starfire was lifting weights in one hand so flawlessly that only Superman could rival him. When he heard the door slide open, he turned to Robin for a second before looking back. He sat the weight down and walked towards the other side of the room.

Robing could now tell she had definitely hurt him. Starfire was usually running towards her for a giant hug every time he saw her.

She had to make things right now.

Starfire ignoring her was one of the worst things she had to face that didn’t deal with stopping an insane criminal.

“Starfire?” She took two steps closer. Starfire still made no moment to face him. “Star, I am sorry for what I said earlier.”

Still no reaction.

She took a few more steps. “You are like one of the greatest guys I have ever met and I know Batman. When I said your not my boyfriend, I meant you are a boy and my friend, but…but I didn’t want people harassing because they thought you were dating a girl like me.”

A girl that definitely does not deserve the attention of a prince.

Starfire unfolded his arms and looked at her. “So that means you are not ashamed of me?”

So that was what was bothering him? Not the boyfriend thing, but if Robin was ashamed to be around him?

“Of course not!!”

That smiling face that Robin loved so much was finally starting to come back. “So if I wanted to go out with you, a boy and a girl, you would not say no?”

“Yes! I mean-what?” Was she missing something here?

Suddenly Starfire flew in front of her and grabbed her in for another one of his famous bear hugs. “This is so great Robin! I was thinking we can venture out to the place of pizza.”

“Just the two of us?”

Starfire’s grip tighten to the point Robin definitely knew she was have aching bones tomorrow. Starfire went into a monologue of all the things they can do together and if Robin didn’t know better, she would of expected that the prince felt the same way she felt about him.

Robin faced a lot of difficult obstacles in her life.

But dealing with a handsome alien prince she has grown to love had to be the most difficult thing she has ever had to face…and she was glad as long as Starfire stayed in her life.

#robstar #robstar week #robstarweek #Teen Titans #starfire #robin

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boysinthecity · 6 years

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Ollie can I just say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Reverse Heroine? The recent update made my heart shatter to pieces but it was so incredibly written! The plot has got to be one of my favorites and I love how you portray the main character. #Team Namjoon #Jungkook is a blindass bat who will hurt her more than joon Joonieeeeeee get her heartt (Jkjk im sure however the storyline works out it will be nice lmaoo plot twist y/n falls in love with bang pd instead 😂😂)

#TEAM NAMJOOOOooonnn

your message makes me so happyy! I don’t want to break all our my poor readers’ hearts but i must do what is necessary >:) what I really like about the main character is that she has her own flaws, which will also eventually lead to her downfall. too protective of kook

Professor Bang? Only the hottest professor on campus? His smile makes the female students and professors go absolutely crazy. Looks like Jeon Jungkook is in for some competition ‘C’

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pussysideup · 7 years

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BABY LOVE REALLY HURTS WITHOUT YOU LOVE REALLY HURTS WITHOUT YOU AND ITS BREAKING MY HEARTT BUT WHAT CAN I DO

#banger

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metryingtobeme · 7 years

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Gaining Control

She looked around the room and was satisfied. She has never had her own room in the mindscape. She either slept in Missy’s room, the living room or the past few days in Alexander’s room. The room was simple and had everything she needed.

She has been in Alexander’s room for several days. She has been sleeping and trying to rest. She was still angry that the anon told Roman about her offer but she now recognizes how stupid the idea was. After talking to Missy and hearing Missy say they were worried about losing her she knew she had to be smarter. Plus she made a pinky promise and she cannot break that promise.

She always acted on emotions. When you are created to Shine emotion it is hard not to act on emotion. But she was in a new place. She was in a place where she needed to be more than just an angel. More than just a healer. She needed to become a warrior.

She could not be a warrior without help. She could not be a warrior without gaining control of her emotions. She had to learn to think with her head more than her heart.

Alexander is going to teach her how to use a sword. She is going to have to use that knowledge to learn how to use her talons. But how is she going to learn how to control her emotions. Every time the family is threatened, especially Missy, she wants to fight. Every time a mean anon threatens one of her friends her blood boils and she is ready to strike.

She sits in the chair and stares at the ceiling which looks like the night sky and the idea comes to her. Who better to learn how to control emotions than from an angel of peace? She has never summoned another angel besides Armor from the mindscape. She closes her eyes and concentrates. After a few minutes nothing has happened. She is determined and tries again. After several minutes an angel wrapped in light appears before her.

“Shine I have been waiting for you to contact me. Are you ready to begin?”

“what do you mean you were waiting for me to contact you? I just came up with this idea right now.”

“Shine I am Aurora. The angel council came to me said you would need my help. The council saw what was in your head and what is in your heart regarding the family. We knew you would come and continue to protect. We knew you would have trouble controlling your emotions as you always did as a child. We knew at some point you would recognize you needed help. You just had to ask for it.”

“And I am asking for help. I realize that I cannot run in front of every bullet, sword and magic spell without getting hurt. If I get hurt I can’t help and I put more pressure on my family because they will have to care for me. I need to get control of my emotions. It goes against everything I feel but I have to learn.”

“And you will learn Shine. You have the potential to be a great warrior just like Alexander has told you.”

*look of confusion* “How in the world?”

“Do you really think we would send you back here without checking in on you?”

She starts to get angry and her voice loud, “You were checking up on me? How dare…” she is interrupted by Aurora.

“Now Shine this is exactly why I am here. Take some deep breaths and lets get started.”

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