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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years

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AWAE 1x6 rewatch: thoughts and reactions

It’s been literal months since my last rewatch, and you guys were obviously not satisfied with my randomly dug-up first impression of the show that I posted a couple of days ago to make up for the lack of reviews, so here I am with another one. Today we’re delving into the penultimate episode of the first season. I have completely forgotten what to expect, so this will be almost like a first time watching. Here we go:

Oh, that’s right. I remember now. This is one of the parts that I loved most from the original book, and it’s a really important moment in the show as well, one of the parts that were satisfyingly closely adapted. It’s the time when Minnie May is ill and Anne is the only one who can help. A very dramatic scene, and a crucial one for DiAnne’s friendship after they were forbidden to fraternise in the previous episode.

Wait, Aunt Josephine was there? This is the situation in which she appears first? I had forgotten and I honestly thought it would have been something different. Apparently I’ve forgotten that at first she didn’t act like the cool old lady we’ve since come to love.

I’ve always thought it was incredibly impressive how Anne immediately knew what was happening to Minnie May from just a vague description of the symptoms. Her difficult childhood experience comes in handy sometimes, I guess. That’s at least a slight silver lining to it.

I love how fiery, passionate Anne transforms into a sound, sane, level-headed nurse when Minnie May needs to be taken care of. It just popped into my mind - does Gilbert know about this? And how come it was never brought up in later seasons?

In my commentaries on the third season, I've said more than once that Minnie May was like God - she often fixed whatever trouble and misunderstandings the older characters would get in. Now I see she’s doing it again, in a way - her illness and Anne helping her get over it is what convinced Diana’s parents that Anne is a very good person and a suitable friend for their daughter after all. I wonder where everyone would have been without this little one.

“It’s a big world, son.” It is indeed, and Gilbert will see at least some of it - but at what cost, really, at what cost? Having never lost a parent, nor a loved one of another kind, I can’t possibly imagine the pain this boy would go through later in the series. Now, seeing John Blythe on his deathbed breaks my heart.

It’s amazing how much some people need to forgive. Accidentally get her daughter drunk, and you’re the devil. Save her other daughter’s life, and you’re suddenly a saint. I was never a big fan of Eliza Barry, and, well, this case is not helping. I mean, it took so much for her to forgive Anne’s minor innocent mistake. I can’t help but wonder - how much would Jerry have had to do to get her approval, had things not turned out the way they did (I’m referring to both his eventual falling out with Diana and the unjust cancellation of the series here #renewannewithane)? How many favours would he have to do her family before she would have been able to forget his origin? I guess we’ll never find out now. Unless... #renewannewithane

Anne seemingly equating herself and Diana to Josephine and her “companion” makes me suddenly see why people ship them romantically, although I personally don’t. I mean, neither Anne nor Diana knew at the time what exactly Josephine’s relationship with her partner was like, but still, for me as a second-time viewer, the subtext is certainly there.

Diana’s prospective future as the wife of some “wealthy, handsome gentleman” could very well have been foreshadowing to her eventual marriage to Fred Wright in the books, but it is a bit of an ironic statement in the series where she first went for Jerry, who, to quote Aunt Jo from earlier, is “one, but not the other”. But I’m getting carried away here.

Listen, I dislike Mr. Philips as much as the next person, but he’s sort of (unwittingly?) acting as a matchmaker for Anne and Gilbert, like teachers sometimes do. By making none other than Anne go give him his school materials every day, he is making them interact even when Anne might otherwise have chosen not to. So that is one good thing he’s ever done. I’m keeping score from now on.

Anne’s sudden realisation that when Gilbert comes back to school, he will likely be an orphan, reminds me of her reaction later when it happened. And it’s not so much later either. Having been an orphan all her life, she seems not to realise quite how much he’s going through. Gilbert has been forced to become an adult all of a sudden by his father’s death, but Anne still has a lot of growing up to do.

John Blythe’s funeral is an odd contrast to Mary’s Easter which would come later - both are people Gilbert loves dearly, both deaths make him grow as a person, both die of an illness - but while his father’s funeral and the days before it are gloomy, dark and achromatic, Mary goes with a smile on her face, surrounded by her big family, in the middle of a colourful festivity. I don’t know why I’m commenting on this right now, I just suddenly became aware of the parallel and simply had to point it out.

The snowflake that thaws on Gilbert’s palm and slowly rolls down reminded me of a tear - a tear that didn’t roll from his eyes. It might as well have been meant to symbolise that precisely. If that’s the case, job well done.

The blue ribbon that Anne wears now - John Blythe gave it to Marilla... I wonder if Anne was ever made fully aware of what exactly went on between her adoptive mother and Gilbert’s father when they were young. I mean off-screen, of course.

Much better off than you were? I don’t think so, Anne. I mean, of course she might be right to a degree, but right now Gilbert’s pain is something she can’t comprehend. She shouldn’t try to. She shouldn’t assume she does. Being an orphan is not something to pass on “extensive knowledge” about. It’s an experience that everyone goes through differently. Saying Gilbert is lucky was definitely not the right thing to do. Not right now at least. But I should stop saying how I think Anne should have reacted, or I might come off as hypocritical. I’ve never experienced what either of them has, after all. Moving on.

It seems Aunt Jo has become the cool old lady we know and love. Her conversation with Anne in the clubhouse reminds me so much of the one they had at the end of season 3. I think that one was, in a way, meant to parallel this one. Of course, I’m not going to try and reinvent the wheel here, I just think it’s beautiful how subtle this show is when it comes to foreshadowing and callbacks, even to a viewer who goes into it having read the books first. I’m glad I get to rediscover this now when I’m rewatching it, and my reactions get to be a mix of re-encountering forgotten details, judging earlier episodes with regard to what happens in later ones, and just overall basking in the magic of AWAE once again.

Anne wanting to be a bride but not a wife is so novel yet so relatable all at once. I mean, don’t get me wrong - I don’t want to be a wife, nor a bride myself, but I can definitely see why a girl, especially in Anne’s time, but even today as well, would want to walk down the aisle wearing a white dress without being burdened with the conservative version of a wife’s duty.

Anne’s first encounter with Aunt Jo happens in such a different way from the book, but it’s even better, the way I see it.

Anne is so unapologetically feminist and I’m all in for it. This character is so important even today, and it was so horrific to see her story cut short over trivial issues. #renewannewithane

As both Anne and Ruby are rambling away and Diana is trying her best to say the proper things, I figure Gilbert must think, at least for a moment, about how weird and incomprehensible girls are. And with Anne’s especially apropos mention of the word “wife”... I can just see his eyebrows doing the confusion dance - you know, despite the pain he must be in.

I just love how Gilbert never even remotely hides his great respect and admiration of Anne. And even though there are underlying feelings of a different kind here, I’m quite sure he would respect and admire just as much any other intelligent, independent young woman deserving of it. Meanwhile, Billy has shown that he’s just a misogynist of the worst kind, no matter if the girl is an “ugly” orphan or a conventionally attractive girl with both parents alive and a substantial wealth. I don’t mean to deem anyone incorrigibly bad, but I do think Billy might as well be.

What about “Gilbert’s father just died and you’re still acting like the petty little misogynist you are” doesn’t Billy get? I know what Gilbert did was sinking to his level, but I believe he deserved every bit of it.

I wonder - I might have forgotten - if Gilbert knew before this conversation with Marilla, about the kind of relationship she and his father had. I wonder how much of it he found out from this conversation.

Ah, here we go, the Shirbert written communication begins. And it doesn’t begin very smoothly - as if to foreshadow how many bumps on the road its future holds.

See, Josephine would have liked very much to be married to Gertrude - only the times she lives in wouldn’t allow it. She is of the marrying kind - just not of the conventional wife kind. And that’s beautiful, and exactly what Anne aspires to be - and will be one day, of course. She has done a good, nay, brilliant job choosing a role model.

To sum up this episode: Minnie May’s illness brings DiAnne back together; Aunt Jo’s first appearance is a meaningful one, as expected; John Blythe’s last days and the aftermath of his death; an important detail of Marilla’s past; thoughts on what it is to be a wife; Shirbert’s written communication begins, very clumsily, of course.

#anne with an e #awae #renew anne with an e #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #diana barry #jerry baynard #ruby gillis #billy andrews #minnie may barry #josephine barry #marilla cuthbert #matthew cuthbert #john blythe #jnk watches awae

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danijimenezv · 7 years

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It Never Ends Well (Part 2)

Prompt/Summary: Based on “The Ugly Truth”, for @hunters-from-stark-tower movie challenge.

Pairings: Bucky x Y/N, eventual Clint x Y/N, Natasha x Sam

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, vulgarities…

Word Count: 3444

A/N: Some of the lines used in this fic don’t belong to me, I got them out of the movie, so credit to the writers. I’d love to hear what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1

“Good morning, everyone.” you chirped as you entered your office side by side with Natasha.

“Morning, Y/N.” Wanda smiled kindly at you, “You left your phone here yesterday, so I took it with me.”

“Thanks, Wanda. You’re a lifesaver.” you muttered, placing various papers on your desk, without taking your eyes off some document, “Anything important.”

“Actually, yes. Mr. Stark called early today.” your eyes widened at her words, “He didn’t recognize my voice, so I pretended to be you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine.” you dismissed, “Why did Tony call?”

“He called for a meeting.”

“Great, at what time should Nat and I go?”

“Actually, he called all of us to the meeting.”

You stopped in your tracks, Natasha also halting her actions and looking at you with an eyebrow raised. It was usual for you to have meetings every once in a while with your boss, but it was rare for a meeting to involve everyone.

“Everyone?” your friend asked, and Wanda nodded.

“He said he had something important to tell all of us, regarding the magazine’s future, so as soon as we were all here, we should go up to the conference room in the penultimate floor.”

“Okay…” you frowned and took a deep breath, and, taking your block of notes, exited your office, followed close by the two ladies, “Everyone! You have three minutes to get your asses to the conference room in the penultimate floor. Mr. Stark called for a meeting.”

Everyone rushed around, gathering everything that might be important for the meeting. In a matter of minutes, all of Stark Magazine’s employees found themselves seated organized on the multiple chairs around the long table in the conference room. Natasha and you took the places at the side of the head. Tony was already there, and he waited patiently until you were all settled down, your attention on him.

“Great. Morning, everyone. Now, before I play you this, I should warn you… this guy is wild, rough around the edges, but exactly what we need. Jarvis?”

“Right away, sir.” a robotic voice came from above us, and soon enough, a record from a radio show last night played over the room, making you and Natasha widen your eyes and gasp in recognition and in panic as the redhead’s voice blared from the speakers. Sam frowned slightly, probably recognizing his girlfriend’s voice, but decided to say nothing about it.

“Why are we listening to this crap?” you interrupted, bringing Natasha out of her mortified state.

“Because that guy’s a genius.”

“That guy’s a pig.” you begged to differ.

“Pig or not, say hello to our new commentator.” Tony smirked.

“What?!”

“He’ll be starting a new segment of our magazine.”

“How is that supposed to be of any help, Tony? Honestly.” you sighed, “People will send their relationship problems or something like that, and he’ll answer it in a column in the next edition? With all due respect, boss, nobody is going to want to send anything else after hearing this moron’s first response.”

“Yeah, and who the hell is this guy?” Pietro voiced.

“Glad you ask, Maximoff.” Stark replied, still beaming with pride at his new idea, “Name’s Clint Barton.”

“He’s a misogynist who represents everything wrong in society.” Maria rolled her eyes, “I second Y/N; I don’t think someone like him is what this magazine needs.”

“You might not want to hear it from me, Tony.” Bruce sighed, “But they’re right. Having this guy in the magazine could create controversy, which means more work for you and Pepper.”

“Oh, come on!” he bellowed, “It’s not that bad. He’s got a point of view, we don’t have to like it. And, for an independent radio show, he sure gets a lot of ratings, which is what we need. You work in a magazine, people. You’re objective about others’ opinions. Do it for the sales.”

“Maybe we could get other ideas to improve the sales.” Wanda contributed shyly.

“Unless you get juicy pictures of our dear president banging three crack whores and a horse, no one’s going to give a fuck.” a man’s voice came from the door, and your head whipped to the direction of the sound, finding a man in his mid-forties, with dirty-blonde short hair and blue eyes, “I’m sorry, I was eavesdropping out in the hall.”

“See? He’s great.” Tony clapped.

“Thanks, boss.”

“You already hired him?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“And who would be this delightful creature?”

“Barton, she’s Y/N Y/LN. The editor in chief.”

“Basically, your second boss along with me.” Natasha added, with a scowl etched on her face, but introduced herself nonetheless, “Natasha Romanoff, design director.”

“Hey.” he smirked at us, “I like women on top.”

“You mind not telling that to my girlfriend right in my face?” Sam snapped and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, sorry, man.” Barton apologized and turned to you, sending you a quick wink, “Hey, hottie.”

“You disgust me.” you hissed, “Tony, is he for real? Are you for real?”

“Maximoff-”

“Which Maximoff?” Wanda questioned.

“Pietro.” Tony specified, “Can you show our new asset to his new office?”

“Thanks, boss.”

“You’re going to love it.”

Stark exited the conference room, quickly followed by Barton and Pietro, and stayed in the hall talking to his new favourite. You turned your head to look at the rest of your team.

“He needs to go.” your statement earned small nods from the majority of your coworkers.

You looked away from the scene in front of you, not wanting to see the troubled look on the rest of the guys nor your boss with the new employee. A bitter smile formed in your face as your gaze rested on the small screen in one of the coffee tables, and saw the security footage from outside the building. Tony had made your morning miserable by bringing that poor excuse of a human being; this was karma.

“Mr. Stark.” you interrupted his conversation with the blonde man, “I ought to let you know, your wife just walked into the building and is probably on her way to your floor.”

He groaned loudly, and made his way to his office in the last floor, clearly waiting for whatever problem Pepper was going to bring to him today, leaving Barton with Pietro.

You grabbed your stuff and stormed out, taking the stairs down to get to your floor.

“Y/N, hi.” you encountered Pepper on your way down, as she was ascending.

“Mrs. Stark, it’s a pleasure to have you here.” you nodded.

“Please, call me Pepper.”

“Why aren’t you using the elevator?”

“Oh, it was taking too much. And I need Tony to actually be responsible for once in his life and face some of his company’s problems.”

“Mr. Stark is on his office, at the top floor.”

“Thanks, Y/N. No wonder why my husband keeps you around. You might be the only reason this magazine still works.” she rolled her eyes and sighed, “Anthony couldn’t have done it without you. I swear, sometimes he’s as useless as he can get.”

“Thank you…” you ignored her insult to your boss.

You continued your way to your office. For the next half an hour, you spent your time alone in your office while Nat talked to Sam, pacing on the wooden floor, muttering soothing things to yourself so you could calm down, when the reason of your stress walked in without knocking.

“I don’t know why I was expecting you to have any modals whatsoever and knock, like a civil person.”

“You’re so wound up about me being here.”

“Can’t imagine the reason.” you let out sarcastically.

“Why so tense?” Barton asked in a seductive whisper, “I bet I know exactly how to help you.”

You scoffed and took several steps away from him, eager for some distance, “Have you no respect at all?”

“Seriously, what is really your problem with me? This is something that goes way beyond than simple dislike.”

“We had a little phone conversation last night, live on your show.” you crossed your arms over your chest, “I wasn’t the one directly speaking, but essentially, the conversation was between you and me.”

“That’s why her voice sounded familiar, the redhead…” he muttered thoughtfully, “Well, who would have thought? You two are not ugly at all.”

“Like I needed your assurance.”

“Look, Y/N, right? I want to thank you for this job. I would’ve never gotten it without your help from last night. You have to admit, we make a hell of a team.”

“First, we’re not a team.” you emphasized, “Second, what makes you think we can work together? You create imbecilic trash heard by housebound subdeveloped humans who are so busy with their hands down their pants they can’t change the station.”

“Nice image you’re painting yourself in. Now I can’t stop picturing you with your hand down your pants.”

“I’m not part of that image. I don’t hear your shit, I was just passing through the stations.”

“Sure you were, sweetheart.” you wanted to smack the smirk off his face, but you contained yourself.

“I, on the other hand, am part of a well-known magazine with a variety of subjects of interests, without having to make sexual innuendos about anything.”

“And that’s why your sales were going down and Stark hired me to save the day. Admit it, Y/N, you need me here to keep the magazine afloat.”

“Don’t forget, Barton, I am the editor.” you reminded Clint harshly, “Everything passes through me before printing. And if I don’t want, you’re not in the published magazine. Sure, Stark may be the big boss and everything, but this is basically my magazine. I can tell Tony the printing company had some problems and your page got lost. It would be that easy.”

“You can’t afford to do that.”

“I can’t? Are you sure?”

“Are you willing to sacrifice the future of the magazine and the jobs of several people just because you’re too stubborn to admit you need my help?”

“You think you’re sooo great with relationships, don’t you?” you changed the subject.

“It’s not that complicated. I know men; I know how they are and what they want. I only speak the truth romantic women like you don’t want to hear it.”

“Fine.” you licked your lips as an idea formed in your mind, “If you want to be here, you’ll have to pass the test.”

“Test?” Clint cocked his head to one side in confusion, in a rather endearing gesture, which was odd in him.

“Well, as an editor, I can’t simply let you write whatever you want. You have to demonstrate it really is your area of expertise.”

“Wasn’t last night enough?”

“No.” you pursed your lips, trying to hide your evil smirk, “Follow me.”

As you walked down the hall, some of your coworkers followed you and Barton, curious to see what you had in store.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Maria muttered as you passed by her desk.

“I do.”

Once the elevator arrived to the last floor and the doors opened with a loud ‘ding’, you walked out along the rest and pointed to the end of the hall, where it could be seen through the glass doors that Tony and Pepper were immersed in a heated fight, once again.

“I present you Mr. and Mrs. Stark.” you couldn’t wipe the cocky grin off your face, and your coworkers snickered once they realized your idea, “Tony and Pepper have been married for two years and a half. And it’s the most dysfunctional and damaged marriage ever, in the history of marriages. If you get them to be the happy couple they once were, I’ll leave you with your position in the magazine. If you, on the contrary, do not manage to fix them, well, you’re fired. Your call, Barton.”

“And if I refuse to do it?”

“Then you’re fired either way. The only way you get this job is if you pass the test.”

He gave you a blank expression, not showing anything, until a cocky smile appeared on his lips, “Watch and learn, hottie.”

“This might be your best idea yet, Y/N.” Nat whispered in your ear, “Tony and Pepper are a lost case.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.”

“If that man pulls it, he’ll be my idol for life.” Sam said jokingly.

“He’s not going to make it.” Wanda responded, “There’s no way he can fix something that has been broken for more than a year.”

However, your smile faded and your mood dropped as, seven minutes later, after having talked to them for some time and getting them to stop yelling, he pushed Tony’s and Pepper’s chairs together, forcing them closer to each other. Tony had a look of pure uncertainty on his face, while Pepper just looked confused. You couldn’t make out what they were saying through the glass, but you didn’t need to, their body language being indicative enough.

“No way.” Pietro let out a shocked laugh, not believing what he was seeing.

Tony seemed to shout something to Pepper, before joining their lips together and bringing her impossibly close.

“This can’t be happening.” you mouthed, as your gaze was still trained on your boss and his wife having an intense make-out session, and your jaw dropped open in surprise.

“Clint Barton actually managed to fix the unfixable.” Natasha replied, also looking at them with an astonished expression.

You remained in the same place, stuck because of the shock. After a few minutes, the three of them emerged from the room, Tony with his arm around Pepper’s waist as she snuggled against him.

“Y/N, you are amazing.” Pepper practically squealed.

“For what?” you were like a deer in headlights.

“Clint is going to be a great addition to the magazine.”

“It was actually your husband who got me here.” Clint added.

“Well, my husband happens to be a genius, as I’ve always known.” she looked up at him with a loving stare.

You all looked thunderstruck as they made their way out of the building together, still unable to wrap your heads around what had just happened. You turned to look at the blonde, blue-eyed man, still in a daze.

“I’d like my office, thank you very much.” Barton smirked cockily, “Anything you want to say, Y/N?”

You muttered, trying to hide your disdain, “Clint Barton, welcome to Stark Magazine, I guess…”

“I’m telling you, Nat. I’m still not sure if it’s a good idea to have that guy in the magazine.” you sighed, pressing your phone between your shoulder and your ear as your hands busied themselves folding clothes.

“I know, but he did the impossible.” she spoke slowly, “He fixed Tony and Pepper’s marriage; not even the most expensive therapists have managed to do that. I think we should give him the benefit of the doubt and actually give him a chance. Maybe the sales will improve with him.”

“I’m still going to edit most of his part.”

“Figured.”

“What do we even know about this guy?”

“Well, I took the liberty to dig a little.”

“This is why I love you.” you chuckled at your best friend’s antics, “What did you find out?”

“His full name is Clinton Francis Barton, he moved here from Iowa when he was 12, belonged to the Archery Little League with an unbeatable record, which I think it’s cute because archery is pretty useless.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything, Nat. The only thing that tells me is that he’s good at shooting and can possibly be a good serial murderer.”

“He was a regular guy in high school, spent two years in the state university before dropping out and working in a company, was once arrested for peeing out of a moving car, wow, I have to admit that’s impressive.”

“How in the hell you found out about all of this?”

“I have my sources.” you could picture the smirk on her face, “Married then divorced.”

“Wait.” you stopped her, “A woman was mad enough to say yes to him in the first place? That’s shocking. Who’s the miserable lady?”

“Her name is Laura. She actually kept his last name after the divorce for the sake of their kids.”

“He has kids?!” you gasped, “And he still acts the way he does? There’s something wrong with that guy.”

“Cooper and Lila Barton.” Natasha stated, “They live nearby too.”

You were about to reply when your gaze noticed the open window and your cat going out. You groaned loudly, “Natasha, I have to go. Guinevere went out of the window and I have to get her.”

“You left the window open?”

“It was hot inside.” you defended, “I don’t know why she likes to go to the fire exit stairs. I swear she can stay the whole day there.”

“Well, good luck, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow at work. Printing day, remember?”

“Yeah, there’s no way I could forget I need to check everything one last time. Bye.”

You started climbing out of your window, being careful not to fall from the second floor. Crawling along the edge of the windows, you made your way to the metal platform, where Guinevere was lying down.

“Hey, Guinevere. Come here.”

However, your cat made no effort to move at all. You cursed softly under your breath and continued your way to get to your pet. Once there, as you crouched down to pick up Guinevere, your foot slipped and got stuck in a whole between metal bars. You yelped in pain, forcefully trying to get your foot out but with no result. Your call for help wasn’t as loud as you tried for.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for botherin-”

Your sentence was cut short upon resting your eyes on the man that had poked half-naked chest out of a wide window. The man before you was absolutely stunning, and you couldn’t help but blatantly stare at him. His dark brown hair was soaked and disheveled, a single strand falling in front of his face and making small droplets fall on his toned chest and abs, disappearing under a white towel hanging loosely around his hips, leaving the rest to the imagination. His factions were simply perfect, with a chiseled nose and a sharp jawline. His blue eyes twinkled and he sent you a disarmingly bright smile.

“Do you need help?”

“My foot is stuck…” you whispered, without looking away from him.

“Let me help you.”

The handsome stranger climbed out of his window and advanced towards you, and proceeded to twist your ankle delicately until you were free once again.

“Thank you.” you mentioned, “My cat just likes coming here, so I had to get her.”

“Cats are great.” he smiled, almost making you swoon.

However, when you tried to put your foot back on the ground, your ankle shot you tingles of pain, making you collapse and fall down, your hand shot up and grabbed the first thing you could, and brought down his towel with you, exposing his naked body completely.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” you covered your eyes as your neighbor tried to cover himself with his hands.

“It’s alright, you can look.” he told you once the towel was safely secured around his hips, “Here, I’ll take you to my apartment so I can have a look at your ankle.”

The man lifted you with apparent ease, and carried you and your cat back to his apartment, entering through the open window. Once inside, he placed you on a couch and worked with efficiency and quickness as he gathered everything he needed and bandaged your left foot.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” you introduced yourself with embarrassment, “I live next door.”

“James.” he grinned, “I just moved in.”

“So you’re a doctor…”

“Orthopedic surgeon.” his deep voice showed pride, “I do a lot of leg and hip stuff, but I also get the occasional foot. You just had a mild sprain, you should be just fine with this.”

You sighed, blinking rapidly to make sure you weren’t imagining the seemingly perfect man before you, “Thank you. I must be pretty lucky you were the one that moved in here.”

“I’m here whenever you need me.” he offered, and handed you a small business card, “I put my home number and cellphone on the back, in case you need it. If your ankle starts giving you any problems, just give me a call.”

Your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness, “Thank you.”

Part 3

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#stark tower's movie challenge #clint barton x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fic #au

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theowlsarenotwhattheyremembers · 7 years

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Episode 6: Beyond the Wall

Well that was depressing. Game of Thrones has been building its lush crenellated plots-and-characters-and-places edifice towards a zenith for so many seasons and books and decades, but, now it’s wandering off the battlements and in the freefall of internet-pleasing fanfic: #stillrunning #dontcallmedany #thinkofthechildren #jonaerys

Anyway I am too moist for analysis so see the LARB’s recaps for all the insight you’ll need, I’m just going to gush right Scene One: looks cold there m’boys, nice glacier, cute wildlings you’ve got there, or are they dothraki in wildling coats?

Doesn’t really matter, they’re just there to leap into frame just in time to catch the enemy’s death blow that for a second there we thought might get a named character. Now this is completely fine because look there’s an explanation all these guys have been saved from death, in five cases by or in circs relating to the Lord of Light, so what you have to understand here is that it’s only unnamed, winter-hat-wearing nobodies who get killed because they don’t have magic backup to save them from death, that’s why all that okay. So that’s fine but why are they up there sshh

Oh the Big Woman + Tormund haha, look we appreciate that unwomanly women can be attractive too, ahaha, #wokeGoT #butch4butch cuuute

ZOMBIE ICE BEAR haha wow holy fuck why did you say you were up here again sshh

Oh yeah before that Scene Two: Arya is a misogynist now. See this is how it works: individual women can break away from the patriarchy by e.g. attending assassin college and becoming face-stealing badass stonecold killers, but, then when they meet up with their sister fresh out of a rape-n-domestic-abuse shaped character arc, busy building relationships and getting grain stores together and socially reproducing the north / the first line of defence against the armies of death, they don’t necessarily have anything invested in the sisterhood any more, because they pursued their dreams by embracing masculinity, which is totally cool if that’s your jam you do you, but, just because you’re not like all the other girls doesn’t mean you get to be a misogynist towards them. “I’m just like a boy and even got dad’s approval for being a boy and got to be a boy by being better at being a boy than all the boys, which was really hard and involved surviving lots of abuse and trauma, but I survived and overcame because I’m a boy, whereas you just sit around looking pretty, you fucking little slut,” explains Arya, and instead of saying, “shut the fuck up you sexist idiot and recognise that I’ve had my own fucking character arc too and it took me from being fanunfave unwoke stupid femme to being #queeninthenorth #sansasnark, and as Sarah in LARB explains, wielding feminine power of the kind both you and the showrunners fail to really understand / deal with, because you think you’re feminists but you can’t any of you imagine what feminine power looks like without recoiling and calling us, me Cersei and Cousin D, mad power-crazed bitches who need Jon, Jaime or Tyrion to wind us back” - instead of saying that, Sansa kind of shrugs and looks scared, while Littlefinger, of whom these zany girlies are his jerking marionettes, looks on.

Scene Three: herooooes zomg bear, &c, also Beric faithsplains Jon’s already existing Protector of The Realms of Men and Their Brimming Knickers values to him/us. D’awww <3

Scene Four: Oh but yeah before the bear Daenerys is like heroes are stupid, let’s not be heroes, let’s be cool and Tyrion is like great perfect well let’s get drafting the new Broken Wheel westerosi democracy constitution and Daenerys is like DON’T WAKE THE DRAGON IN MY BRIMMING KNICKERS BITCH, IT’S NO PHALLUS BUT IT DOES SPIT FIRE, and Tyrion is like sigh is it that time of the month.

Scene Five: ZOMG BEAR

Scene Six: Littlefinger: “Brienne is here to protect you and Arya turn to her for advice sweet Sansa about how to manage this unfortunate turn of events re your violent compassionless shell of a sister you always hated”, Sansa: “hmm yes Brienne Arya’s only friend sworn to protect her yes interesting thanks L my mistrust in you is forgotten”

Scene Seven: lol our drunk heroes #justthedrunkest cool the Lord of Light has arranged for there to be just the right mini group of wights and White Walker for us to learn about the kill-the-one-who-turned-them thing, but he didn’t turn the one for our bag, great great great, #mission #accomplished #bagitandlegit, but wait, there’s more plot to be done! The Lord of Light directs the band of heroes to a rock in an ice lake for them to hide out from a bit of the army of the dead on (the bit sans the giants, mammoths, Thenns, other beastlies from beyond the wall etc) and scowl at the Night King and come up with a cute #forkintheroad of the otherwise ramrod straight and true hurtling plot javelin we’re all riding atop nowadays: what if Beric and Jon, because they’re both immortal but don’t want to be, ran over to the Night King for a heroic Lord of Light sponsored Last Stand and took him (kill him and you kill all of them!!!!!) down with them!!! No but we’ve got one episode and one season left to go. Don’t worry though Gendry, the raven and Daenerys will only be 3 shakes of a lamb’s tail, and heroes don’t die of exposure, cept the least important one.

Scene Eight: Bye Brienne, girls don’t get to have friends ;D. But don’t worry babe you can totally advance Jaime’s choozy the floozy character arc while you’re down there, because what else are we bitches here for lol

Scene Nine: Daenerys seriously you’ll feel better tomorrow when your pmt breaks!! Hormones can make you so emosh that you’re willing to sacrifice potentially your own life and that of all 3 dragons to rescue your crush from the death errand I told you to send him on!! Don’t worry Tyrion, u know we’re v unlikely to die in the penultimate episode of the penultimate season ;D

Also (and this is a legitimate point): Do you think I got this fit-and-flare white power (oops) fur coat made for nothing

Scene Ten:

Well I guess in a way this wasn’t TOTALLY one for the fans because we’ve all been screaming BBQ THE DEAD at our laptops since S01E10, and turns out that is only a limitedly efficacious / actually counterproductive plan bcs of zombie ice dragon possibilities. DON’T WORRY THOUGH GUYS if Jon Snow can survive being actually dead he can totally survive drowning in icy waters while being attacked by zombies and then climbing out of an ice pool in a blizzard!! How likely is it really that the Night King riding over the Wall on an ice dragon is going to freeze the world to death given the good grace of R'Hllor?

Right this bit with Benjen: what happened was Bran the Three-Eyed raven summoned him, like he also did last season. Everything that happened beyond the wall totally had a plottight explanation, apart from the issue of why any of it happened in the first place, beyond plot advancement, which is only resolvable by our indomitable wills as undying fans #therealarmyofthedead

Did you think that Jon’s jerky zomboid motion when he clambered freezing out from under the ice meant he was a wight now too?? Me either haha

Scene Eleven: Sansa gets an inkling of just how strong Arya’s death magic is, but because both girls are being juggled between the triple hands of trauma, Littlefinger, and internalised misogyny, the Queen in the North receives this only as a bloodchilling threat, which is also is from Arya’s perspective too.

Scene Twelve: Jon, naked, calls Daenerys Dany (blunder) and My Queen (winner), they unite against the Night King and not this time but v soon doubtlessly, with their genitals. All this transpires very aptly aboard a ship.

Scene Thirteen: Teams of wights drag up from beneath the ice the real reason why Jon and Jorah needed to go up beyond the wall in the first place: the Night King’s new dragon. Zoinks!

#gotcap

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