#i know it's not ant man i don'[t care

[bibliophileiz]

KIMIKO’S SINGING

oh never mind

#also the ant man stuff is gross #the boys #live blogging #i know it's not ant man i don'[t care #i want to go back to kimiko and the pianist #if she can't hang out with the cute pianist i wish she'd at least squished the ant man dude thing #but it was pretty funny when butcher caught him in the cocaine bag #spoilers #i guess

[ironspdr6700]

Athena in Callimachus' Hymn

I may be a little (too) obsessed with Athena. She has always been my favorite goddess in all of Greek mythology. So I've been kicking myself for taking so long to read Callimachus' Hymn V, also known as "The Bath of Athena."

In the hymn, Callimachus tells the story of the goddess with the nymph Chariclo…

… the mother of Tiresias, whom Athena loved very much, more than any of her companions, and never separated from her… many times the goddess made her ride on her chariot; neither the conversations of the nymphs nor her dancing choruses were pleasant to her unless Chariclo directed them.

But this relationship ended badly when Tiresias accidentally saw Athena naked when they were bathing in a fountain. Athena, angry, blinded him. Cariclo obviously didn't take it well and his words are quite harsh, including:

Is this how you goddesses demonstrate your friendship?

Athena, realizing that it was all an accident, compensates him by granting him the gift of prophecy, a staff to guide her steps, a long life, and the ability to keep her mind intact in Hades.

The funny thing is that she does it specifically for two reasons:

One. Because Cariclo cares

Partner, don't complain; I have many other gifts reserved for him for love of you.

Two. Athena doesn't like hurting children (cough… Madeline Miller… cough)

It is not pleasant for Athena to snatch children's eyes.

The curious thing about the hymn is that you begin to notice a pattern that Athena's relationships with other women usually end badly. In Apollodorus, her best friend Pallas, whom she accidentally killed, is mentioned; and in Servius's comments on the Aeneid she mentions Myrmex, a maiden from Attica who was loved by Athena until she took credit for the invention of the plow, which had been Athena's creation, and the angry goddess transformed her into an ant.

I know that those of us who read the Odyssey make fun of the fact that "Athena likes to transform into a man", but I suppose that because of these kinds of experiences Athena feels much more comfortable on the battlefield and helping the heroes in their trials. And, of course, it also influences that she is a goddess fulfilling a masculine role (war) in ancient Greek society, so the authors seem to make an effort to "masculinize" the character of Athena (including Aeschylus in his Eumenides). In the same hymn, Callimachus tells the audience (the maidens in charge of carrying the statue of Athena in Argos during a ritual) not to wear perfumes because:

Athena does not like mixed ointments.

Instead, is requested to bring an oil appropriate for men for the goddess:

bring now nothing but virile oil, with which Castor, and also Heracles, anoint themselves.

But it always ends up recognizing that Athena is, always, a maiden (Prómachos)

And bring him a comb of pure gold, so that she may comb her hair, after anointing her perfumed curls.

I don´t know. She is so complex... so problematic... so incomprehensible... OF COURSE I LOVE HER!

#greek mythology #athena #the odyssey #greek gods #Callimachus #hymns #pallas #pallas athena

[trutrustories]

Bad fighter Mobius M. Mobius is the best kind of Mobius M. Mobius, Actually.

I already loved Mobius more than most of the MCU characters before episode 6 came out, but THAT scene in Ravonna´s Office was really game changer for me. Until then I was actually sure, that this man is a great fighter. Because HOW THE FUCK COULD HE NOT BE, RIGHT? I mean...

he looks so sure of himself, He´s going on those missions with trained hunters all the time, he´s fearless! And then Ravonna says: “even with that, you´re of no danger to me” And I was like: Ha! keep dreaming girl He´ll show you! And Mobius was like: “Is that what you think? Let´s see..” And I was like: Yeeees that´s my boyyyyy!!!”

And then Ravonna was like...

Mobius in the air in like a split of second. And I was like 

But Mobius freaking smiled and was like: “Yeah you were right”

ok. OK. HE´S MY FUCKING FAVOURITE NOW. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN HIM SORRY.  Suddenly I was lost. I was blown away. It was HE BETTER STAYS IN MCU FOREVER OR I WILL SCREAM type of feeling. So let me get this straight. He can´t fight. He probably knows that he is not a good fighter, and he...  HOLY SHIT. THE WHOLE SERIES IS SO MUCH BETTER!!! .... As much as I love the idea of strong Mobius with long hair and daggers, looking for Loki through entire universe… I´m not sure, if I really want to see that in canon. I just love this cute and non-combatant version of Mobius too much, I´m sorry! Let me explain my weird brain please: we have lots of strong heroes in MCU – those who are great fighters, or those who had to learn how to fight.   The one thing I always loved about Iron man was the fact, that he really needed his brilliant brain, his technology (suit) and bravery to fight. And in the end he was the hero who saved them all. I mean… yeah. There are side-kicks, like Happy Hogan, or Luis (Ant man´s best friend) and I LOVE them! But none of them has got as much screen time and importance, as Mobius. When I think about what I love so much about him and his dynamic with Loki, there is always this one thing that prevails: one of them is an incredibly strong but also very careful god (not when he´s drunk though) who uses a lots of strategies and plans, while the other is a tiny man in a suit who can´t fight shit but runs into the throat of a danger every chance he get and no one can´t stop him. just look at him!!!

He goes on missions with these trained hunters to just look around for clues and has no concerns about potentional harm whatsoever.

And he even finds the time to stand up for normal people and be kind to them in the process:

Once Loki has no collar, on his neck he could break all Mobius´s limbs in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but Mobius is completely sure he has nothing to worry about around his Loki. He´s not scared of ANYTHING, especially  of Loki variants. Like EVER! :D

let me break it down in detail for ya. I made a list: When they are taking Loki on his first mission outside, Loki asks, if no one is concerned that he is going to has his magic back...

well, maybe someone actually is concerned by that but it sure as hell isn´t Mobius. He just simply says that he could get Loki to Time keepers if he won´t try anything and like... this one line is getting on Loki so much, that Loki even tries to use it few moments latter xD And here is the best scene ever: 

LOKI: “we can go anywhere!” 

MOBIUS: “I´m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse” FEW MOMENTS LATTER:

Hang on. Wait. So you telling me, he took this man outside without  permission, without backup (you know, hunters, that actually CAN fight), right to the apocalypse, knowing that Loki can use his powers anytime, however he wants.  It´s just...  God. I love him!!! And then he just hands him the daggers like it´s no big deal!

Like are we all aware this man has no any super powers, no big strength, nor any impressive fighting skills and he is willing to give him daggers for a mission, where this god is capable of magic and everyone else in team ECCEPT mobius is at least able to fight????? And he just has that small bulletproof vest,  and a raincoat and he chats with Loki in a rain like it was a fucking another apocalyptic DATE?

Ok. Let´s jump to the episode four He goes and persuades Ravonna to let him interrogate Sylvie and he is straight up arguing with her, even when he´s told how dangerous Sylvie is. This man LOVES danger!!! 

Once he has doubts he  decides to risk it all and  swaps TemPads right behind Ravonnas back. 

And he is watching it OUT LOUD in a place where anyone can show up at anytime! 

no but serously. This is a face of a man who is EXCITED for a dangerous adventures with Loki. Yeah, lets bring this whole place down together! 

And then we have this scene. Mobius really has a nerves to pull “ ha ha I had to take it by mistake” line right there. 

But once he understand he´s gonna die, he just take his fate with bravery and talks to Ravonna about life he really desires. 

And remember that time Ravonna warned him about this variant and how dangerous she is?  He casually saves her, just like that. No big deal. 

He even has a time to make teasing notes about how  Sylvie should be more careful jumping to a strangers car like that and how she really is one of the Lokis. 

And after he saves her, he manage to apologize to her  and make her to like him. EVERY FREAKING LOKI LIKES HIM! - that has to be his super power I swear And then Sylvie is like: well actually let´s go back there, I think It´s the best idea ever.  And mobius is like:  What back to the angry cloud? - oh great. fuck this why the hell not. Lets do it. 

so... while Loki and Sylvie are getting closer, lets show us, how literally every Loki likes Mobius (like not even alligator loki wants to hurt him, even when Mobius suggests that he is a liar I CAN´T) And just random (AGAIN) during the chat  saving Loki and Sylvie (without even knowing) when he inspires Classic Loki to change. 

He offers free tickets straght to the TVA to kid Loki, classic Loki and an alligator. I mean... What a LEGEND. 

when he gets there he just knock on Ravonna´s door and is like - lets talk about it xDD

And he isn´t even suprised to lose that fight. He makes himself comfortable on the floor: yeah you were right. Here we go again. Just prune me already, doesn´t matter, I have my Lokis there anyway.

But make no mistake, I don´t think he is stupid, or naive. That is the most fascinating thing about him.  He is brilliant. He can makes great plans (it surely as hell was him, who come up with the high school scheme) He is a great  investigator, he  is familiar with psychology very well, he know how to manipulate people just as well, as Loki. He can  interrogate flawlessly (when jealousy is not involved) And when he woke up in the Void, he was able to escape certain death, choose a car and drive around looking for Loki - and eventualy save Sylvie. He is a very capable man. I dont think he shouldn´t have any power. Like - he has his inteligence, his knowledge of all  languages  (I want to see him chat with Groot please), his knowledge of psychology,  knowledge  of how TVA works... He can have his pruning stick, TemPad, bulletproof vest and a raincoat for what I care. but most importantly he has his kind heart, love of adrenaline, and he is a freaking Loki expert. And let´s not forget, every Loki loves him. Also, he has a damn luck as well :D It´s like - Loki always ends up loosing, so Mobius  is fine  - even when he should be dead about million times already. (one man´s void is another man´s piece of cake) So when they are togheter. There is no way for Loki to actually die. Not by his side xD So I don´t think he needs to become great fighter. I believe, that this is a hundred times better. Creators should explore this dynamic to it´s bottom before they make him fighter with super powers or something like that. ( I wouldn´t mind long hair though)  I´m sorry. But I just really love that. I love how small and fragile he is, but he wont be scared of anything. And now he´s Loki best friend (while having masive crush on him, let's be precise ) So just imagine all those amazing scenes that could come with that.  Imagine there is some very dangerous Loki variant that everyone has problem to deal with, and Mobius is gonna be like - you´re so cute guys, nice try. Now let me talk to him, will ya.  Imagine some big battle where our Loki and Mobius are fighting side by side with Avengers and Loki is using all his potential, and he is so stunning in his leather but he can´t focus very well, because few metters from him is a small, fragile man in a suit just using TemPad an afucking pruning stick. And Loki didn´t even want him there in the first place. So they are arguing like married couple right then and there and every avenger AND enemy in  close distance just can´t believe these two are real.  also Loki saves Mobius by taking him in his arms right on time and running to safety with him

Maybe this post is  completely useless and has  incredibly bad english like every text I write, but I don´t care. I just wanted to loudly  appreciate this mans non-fighting skills and his hilariously huge courage. End of the post.  have nice day! Bye!

#Loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #Mobius #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #lokius #loki and mobius #i love him okay #He is the best character marvel ever created #longpost #long post

[navigh0st]

WandaVision episode 6 theory

1-HAYWARD is a BITCH Confirmed

That man does not care at all about the people in Westview! he just wants Visions' body back so he can experiment, and it´s disgusting. He tried to get rid of Monica by sending her on that mission, swear to god STOP Either do something useful and namedrop the fantastic four or get sucked into space.

2- THE TWINS HAVE POWERS YEOOOOOO!!!

3- DARCY BABY NOOOO

I have this weird feeling that she is going to turn up as the twin's Nanny next episode, just know it. Anywho, leaving her was cruel and inhumane, she deserves better, I hope this event gives her a longer ark in the MCU, just don´t kill her, please!!! 

WHO is THE contact ON the HILL RAMBEAU???

It has to be a science dud@ right? Like she wouldn´t know Stephen... Tony is dead... The ant-man crew is back but I don't see them risking it after losing so much time with daughter/grandaughter so who? I know it is not the cameo people want but Nick Furey and Monica reunion 10/10 (Fingers crossed for a new character from the comics) 

4- PIETRO DOESNT FELL LIKE PIETRO BUT HE DOES....let me explain

This Pietro we are seeing is not MCU, but it doesn't feel like foxes either, he feels like the old x-men cartoons, him and Wanda would always bicker and never get along, I don't have any theory with that observation, and wasting Evan peters as Mephisto so dumb so HERE GOES NOTHING:

1- Peter is undercover from the fox universe, thats why he does not remember anything but has intell in what Wanda has done 

2- Mephisto but!!! he acknowledges that this body is not his, that he got it from another universe

5- AGNES IS FAKING

She seems too naive, she was still talking, back even though she was at the border, SHE WAS DRESS AS A WITCH... They are trying to get the secret/power out of Wanda and then having vision kill her, don´t they??? That sucks, Are you guys also feeling the “ I lost someone and I´m hoping Wanda can help me vibe”?? or something

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wanda maximoff #vision mcu #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff #tyler hayward #wiccan #billy maximoff #speedy #monica rambeau #darcy lewis #disney+ #mcu #marvel #wandavision theory

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Ranking

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Food mention. Possible secondhand embarrassment trigger.

Author’s Note: Fluffy stuff. 

You had never been one for rag mags - celebrity gossip is simply uninteresting at best and horribly cruel at worst - but the bold headline this week on People Magazine catches your eye as you absentmindedly place your groceries on the belt at the supermarket. 

“Seriously?” you mutter incredulously, your fingers wrapped around a bottle of orange juice. 

Is it worthy of a chuckle? Should you keep moving, pretend you didn’t see it? Or... and you can’t believe this thought has even occurred to you... would it be worth the six bucks to bring it back to the compound and share with the rest of the team? The options occupy too much of your brain space as the cashier tells your total, distracting you from the inane tug-of-war in your head. 

“How much?” you say, shaking away the silly predicament for a moment. 

The cashier, hardly older than 16 it seems, points at the screen instead of answering. Before you pay, however, you glance back at the magazine, finally coming to a decision. 

--

The magazine slaps the counter top, its glossy front page gleaming as you unload the rest of the groceries; it gets lost in the vegetables and fruits, the cereals, the junk food... and for a while you forget it.

"Back with the grub, eh, Y/N?" Tony says, swiping up a bag of Doritos and popping it open. "I gotta say, you've done shopping trips quicker than that."

You laugh, gathering all the reusable bags into one and putting them away and say, "Maybe you should don your supersuit and fly over all the New York City traffic if you want it quicker.”

"I believe that would be an unnecessary trip," Bruce mentions from the kitchen table, sipping his tea. 

“Hey, I offered to send someone out to do it,” he replies. “You insisted on doing it yourself, remember? If I recall correctly,” he continues, feigning concentration as he puts on a teasing mocking tone, “you said that you didn’t want to let the fact that you’re an Avenger now make you too... what was the word.... bougie.”

“At least one of us needs to be grounded, Tony.”

Your gaze shifts to Steve as he passes, a subtle smile on his face when he meets your eye; your tummy flutters, having nothing to do with the hunger pang you’re feeling and everything to do with the way Steve’s eyes sparkle in the soothing lighting of the kitchen. You smile back, hoping the burn in your cheeks is obvious to no one but yourself. 

One by one, the team trickles into the kitchen, looking for a lazy Sunday lunch or ingredients for a post-workout smoothie. Your voices mingle together, a pleasant hum in the early afternoon of a rare mission-free, drama-free weekend. 

Or so you thought. 

"I'm not number one?!"

The incredulous shout draws every eye in the room; Tony sits on the counter, eyes wide as he stares into the open magazine in his hand. You giggle, turning back to your lunch, relieved to know you don't have to live with his over-inflated ego for the next century.

"What are you on about?” Thor says, looking up almost mid-bite. 

“This,” Tony replies, shaking the magazine; he flips through the pages, apparently intent on finding his ranking. “It’s the Top 10 Sexiest Male Superheroes, and I’m... not even second... I’m... how am I fifth?”

At this point, you bite your knuckle to keep from bursting aloud with laughter. You lock eyes with Steve, who mirrors your amusement.

“Lang is ahead of me? Are you serious? He’s a goddamn ant! An actual bug!”

“Who’s number one?” Natasha inquires after swallowing a bite of her sandwich.

Tony looks up, annoyed or crestfallen, you can’t tell. 

“Thor, of course,” he answers with a shrug. “Can’t beat a demigod, I guess.”

Thor jumps up from his chair, his arms raised in victory, Clint giving him a congratulatory high five. The kitchen descends into loud chatter, and after many demands to know the full list, Tony gives the magazine up to Natasha, who reads off the ranking. 

“Cap,” she says with a nod to him. “Good job, you’re second.”

“What?” he laughs; if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was humility that makes him say it. There’s no chance that his ranking would go to his head.

“It’s gotta be the beard,” Clint laughs. “Otherwise you would’ve been eighth or worse.”

“It’s definitely more than the beard,” you answer.

Biting your tongue might have been the better option, as now you find yourself the center of some very intrigued attention. Perhaps your tone was a little too defensive, or the blush that certainly feels infinitely hotter now has finally caught flame on your cheeks. Whatever it was that garnered such smirks from around the table, whatever your intentions, your immediate wish is for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“Care to elaborate on that, Y/N?” Tony asks, seeming to forget his fifth place ranking for a moment in favor of someone else’s total humiliation.

You clear your throat, glancing down at your food, bereft of your hunger. 

“Well,” you begin. “Maybe it has a lot to do with the way he carries himself, you know? There’s a lot of dignity there, a lot of virtue. He’s respectful and honest, stands up for what he believes in. He’s definitely not hideous, either. You know... he’s a - ”

“Y/N,” Steve says, leaning forward in his chair. “You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s really sweet of you, of course, and I do appreciate it, but - “

“No, Cap,” Tony interrupts. “I think we should let Y/N keep going.”

Your throat closes in panic and you clear it again, getting to your feet as you say, “I’m actually just gonna go.... uh... make a phone call. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Steve chastises Tony as the rest of the team breaks into discussion, but you don’t hear any of it. Soon, you’re in the elevator, bumping your head against the wall over and over, wondering if it’s too soon to pack your bags and leave the team with no notice as to where you’ve gone. You barely register your surroundings until you enter your room, locking the door behind you and requesting that FRIDAY ensures that you remain undisturbed until further notice. 

---

Each time your knuckles meet the leather of the punching bag, your mind gets a little clearer. It’s almost as if all the big and little things plaguing your thoughts settle on the surface of your fists, only to be smashed to pieces when you punch. The nervous energy that settled in you at lunch drives your fists forward, burning off into nothing with every movement you make. 

Midnight was the perfect time to sneak into the gym, to get a workout in without anyone bothering you; everyone usually slinks off to do their own things a little earlier in the evening. Perhaps some have fallen asleep by this time. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing as long as they weren’t around to say anything to you about Steve.

“Y/N?”

Then again... sometimes you’re wrong. 

You halt in your activity, breathing heavily and dreading turning to look at Steve. Your hands drop to your sides as you pluck up your courage, facing the man with a deep breath.

“Hey,” you reply as nonchalant as possible.

“Hi,” he says softly, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants; his eyes fix on yours, drawing you into their depths as usual as he slowly approaches you. “Can we talk?”

The pit in your stomach grows exponentially, making you regret ever leaving your room in the first place.

“We don’t have to,” you answer quietly. “It’s just a silly magazine. It’s not like it’s about anything important, right?”

Facing the bag once more, you resume your activity, hoping against hope that Steve just leaves it there, that he doesn’t press the matter. The very last thing you want to do is spill your guts about what you thought was just a casual crush to the very man you’re crushing on. You hadn’t expected to become so flustered in such a situation, but with the spotlight on you at lunch, it had really sunk in just how much you feel for him. 

“Y/N,” he continues, but you evade him.

“It’s not a big deal,” you say, deciding to give up your workout for the night and hit the showers; he’d never follow you there. 

Before you can get too far, though, he says, “That’s why you’re running away from me, right?”

The anger is a surprise, bubbling up as you turn on your heel; perhaps it’s your shield in this moment, a veil to wear to save face. 

“Don’t push it, Cap,” you insist, making one more attempt at escape. Again, however, you’re stayed by his response.

“You’re definitely not hideous, either,’ he says, and you turn to face him once more; he stands there, wringing his hands, an earnest expression on his face. “You’re funny, and whip smart, and you don’t take anyone’s shit. There’s compassion and a goodness that I haven’t seen in anyone in a long time.”

Perhaps you’ve hit your head and you’re dreaming this. Maybe there’s a chance you inadvertently ingested some kind of hallucinogen at an enemy’s lair. Whatever it is, there is no way that Steve Rogers is standing in front of you, singing your praises like this. Not in the real world. Never once had you imagined the feelings reciprocated, so this must be a figment of your deepest desires.

“What?” is all you manage to say.

Steve’s brows knit over the bridge of his nose, desperation threading through every feature on his face.

“You can’t possibly think I wouldn’t fall for you, can you?” he asks gently. “That I haven’t noticed you? Y/N, you’re almost the only thing I notice anymore.”

"Well, that's a good way to get yourself killed during a mission."

You didn't mean to say it, and the moment solidifies around you, even the molecules in the air coming to a stand still. Steve’s eyes sparkle, blinking in slow motion as he moves forward. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in a sweet smirk. 

“What a way to go, then,” he says, within reaching distance of your hand. 

“So much for our selfless leader,” you giggle.

He hesitates for a moment, but when you move to offer your hand, he reaches out with his, his fingers curling around yours. The blue in his eyes glints in the low light of the gym, hinting not a single bit of insincerity. 

“There is something wrong with your ranking, though,” you say after a moment, amused at the almost-surprise in his expression as he straightens his posture.

“What do you mean?”

You grin before replying, “You should definitely have taken the number one spot.”

Steve relaxes, chuckling as he glances away. His free hand combs through his hair.

“Over Thor?” he says. “No way that’s happening.”

“Please,” you answer, finding your gumption and pulling him closer; the two of you are close enough to feel each other’s breaths on your faces, “There’s no contest.”

One more tug on his hand and his lips meet yours, hesitant at first, but with a sigh, the pair of you relax into each other. Lips parting, you taste his breath, minty and clean, as his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against his front. 

“If you say so,” he says as he pulls away, gazing into your eyes as he smiles, his expression a little dazed, a little satisfied. 

“Oh, Cap,” you reply, your hand above his wildly beating heart. “I do say so.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfiction #avengers #avengers fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #steve rogers fluff #avengers fluff #captain america fluff

[riotwritesthings]

song and dance number not included

WinterIron, T, 1.9k, crack, this is just crack, banter, vague nonpowered AU | A03

Once upon a time @gayspacesprinkles made this post. And fun fact about me I will write basically anything Ant says ahaha ILUBRO.

I know this has already been done better don’t fight me I just wanna make everything crack

Title: song and dance number not included Collaborator Name: Riot @buckybarnesbingo Square Filled: U4, One Night Stand @starkbucksbingo Square Filled: N1, World Domination Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags & Triggers: Crack, banter Summary: Bucky has seen some wild things in his time as a Professional Cuddle Buddy. Nothing beats finding himself in Tony Stark’s penthouse with the sleep deprived genius himself. Word Count: 1,897

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Bucky steps off the elevator, into the giant penthouse, and he is 90% sure that this is some kind of elaborate prank. Ten minutes from now someone is going to be shoving a waiver in his face and demanding to broadcast his embarrassing surprised face on national TV.

Because no way does someone like Tony Stark need to hire a cuddling agency.

He takes another couple steps, and there’s no cameras. There’s nothing, just a giant empty penthouse, and Bucky glances down at his phone to confirm that yep, he is in the right place.

He’s just about to turn and leave when a face pops up over the back of the couch.

The first thing Bucky notices is the big doe eyes, warm brown and huge like a Disney character, but so sad. The second thing he notices are the bags under the eyes, deep and dark like bruises, like they’ve been there for a while.

The fact that he’s just staring dumbly at Tony Stark is actually the fifth thing Bucky notices, after the insane lower lashes and the fluffy hair.

Luckily the man is apparently as sleep deprived as he looks, because he just blinks at Bucky for a couple seconds and by the time he speaks Bucky has mostly gotten his brain back online.

“Please tell me you’re really not a hooker,” Tony says, squinting at him, voice rough and a little whiny as he adds “I literally just want a hug.”

Bucky sputters out a laugh, rocking on his heels as he says “I solemnly swear I am not a prostitute. Though I do give great hugs.”

“Awesome,” Tony says with a happy sigh and flails his arms up over the couch, making grabby hands at him.

“Did you wanna move somewhere more comfortable?” Bucky asks, rounding the modernist monstrosity of furniture that is the couch. When Tony opens his mouth, suspicious look on his face, Bucky rolls his eyes and says “Still not a prostitute.”

Tony snaps his mouth shut again with a sheepish look, then huffs out a soft laugh.

“This is fine,” he says, sitting up fully and patting the spot between himself and the arm of the couch, “It’s just me here, I end up falling asleep out here half the time anyways.”

Which is... kind of a sad thought, actually. This penthouse seems huge, too big for one person, and based on the dark circles under Tony’s eyes he doesn’t get much sleep anywhere.

Bucky has barely dropped onto the couch before Tony is plastering himself to Bucky’s side, surprisingly strong arms looping around his waist and his face pressing into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Okay, start the clock,” Tony says, already going limp against his side.

“Hold on,” Bucky says with a laugh, twisting to the side slightly so he can lean back into the corner of the couch and get his arms around Tony in return, pulling him in a little closer and nearly fumbling his phone in the process. “Is that comfortable, um, Mr- Ow.”

“Just Tony,” Tony says, peeking up at him sourly and removing his impressively pointy finger from Bucky’s side, “unless you want to be ‘Mr Cuddle-Buddy’, that is.”

“I’ve been called worse,” Bucky says with another laugh, guiding Tony’s head back down to his chest. “I’m Bucky, though, for the record,” he adds.

“What are you, a Disney character?” Tony asks, voice muffled as he nuzzles into the curve of Bucky’s shoulder and then quickly blurts out “please play with my hair.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be asked twice, burying the fingers of his free hand in Tony’s messy curls, soft and wild like Tony has been running his own hands through it.

“Mm, perfect,” Tony sighs as he pulls his legs up onto the couch, curls himself into a neat little ball against Bucky’s side.

Bucky lifts his phone just enough to see the screen and punches the shortcut to set an alarm for three hours. “Okay, now you’re on the clock," he says, and then wedges his phone into the couch near his head where the armrest meets the back.

“You are already getting marked highly recommended,” Tony slurs out, and Bucky laughs softly. “Seriously, you are like 90% muscle how are you this soft.”

“It’s my specialty,” Bucky says dryly and Tony’s answering laugh shakes his whole body.

“Shh, I’m mentally composing my review,” Tony says, patting lazily at his chest.

“Out loud,” Bucky can’t help pointing out.

“Yes,” Tony says, lifting his hand again to wave it slightly as he talks, “Now where was I- Ah yes, guaranteed ‘not’ a prostitute-”

“-I could hear those air quotes-”

“Very warm,” Tony continues, completely ignoring his interruption except for the way his hand flails a little harder, “Possibly a Disney character."

“Pretty sure I’m not, someone woulda told me by now,” Bucky argues, grinning helplessly and pressing his fingers a little harder into Tony’s scalp.

“Oh, you definitely are,” Tony says with a happy sigh, rubbing his nose against Bucky’s chest, “The only question is, with a name like that, you’re either an adorable animal sidekick, or a villain. Possibly both.”

“What-“ Bucky objects around a sputtering laugh, “I don’t think there was actually a question there.”

Tony tilts his chin up just enough to give Bucky a sleepy glare as he says “Well, which one is it, is the question! You planning world domination?”

“Yes. My plan begins with cuddling you into submission.”

“Well it's working,” Tony says happily, and his expression really does look lighter than it had when Bucky first got here, even if he does still look exhausted. “But when is the song and dance number?”

“Later,” Bucky says with a snort, “It’s my dramatic exit.”

“Or you gotta pay extra, right? In the back room?” Tony asks with a grin and a lazy wink that’s really more of a slow, uncoordinated blink.

“Not a stripper either,” Bucky huffs with a roll of his eyes, resisting the urge to tug at Tony’s hair.

“Too bad,” Tony says with a dreamy sigh, and Bucky really does pull at Tony’s hair a little in admonishment even as he laughs.

Tony continues his rambling ‘review’ amid Bucky’s protests until his warm, teasing voice slowly tapers away, and an hour in he’s fast asleep, snoring quietly into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky is torn.

On the one hand, Tony probably wants to be awake for the time he’s paying for. On the other, he looks so tired.

Waking him up would probably be a crime, and despite Tony’s claims Bucky is not actually a Disney villain.

So he wiggles down a little more against the arm of the couch, slow and careful even though he figures that if Tony does wake up, he has two more hours to fall back asleep if that’s what he wants.

Bucky certainly wouldn’t mind, Tony is warm and pleasantly heavy against his side, draped over his chest, and he looks so much younger when his face is softened with sleep.

He looks so different in real life, so much more real than he looks on TV. So much smaller, curled up into a tiny ball on his giant couch, in his big empty penthouse.

Tony’s hair is a mess of fluffy curls, so soft as Bucky continues running his fingers through it, the muscles of his back strong under Bucky’s other palm.

When Bucky’s alarm goes off it’s startlingly loud in the quiet of the penthouse, and even though Bucky has to fumble with it a bit before he turns it off Tony doesn't do anything more than make a quiet, sleepy sound and wiggle in a little closer.

Bucky hesitates for a second, glancing down at Tony’s peaceful face, and then wedges his phone back into the couch.

He was going to make this his last appointment of the night anyways. He’ll just stay until Tony wakes up.

Bucky wakes up staring at the incredibly high ceiling of Tony Stark’s penthouse, bathed in early morning light.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky groans quietly to himself.

“Yeah, I actually get that a lot,” comes the voice from somewhere around his sternum, and when Bucky tips his chin down it’s to find Tony with his chin propped against Bucky’s chest, giving him a thoughtful look.

He looks a little less tired, bags beneath his eyes a little less pronounced, gorgeous even with crease marks on his cheek from Bucky’s shirt. Even if there is something wary in his expression.

“Hi,” Bucky says stupidly, still trying to blink away the grogginess in his brain and wincing when his neck aches sharply. That’s what he gets for accidentally spending all night with his head tipped way back against the arm of the couch.

“Hi,” Tony says back, and his big Bambi eyes dart to the side for just a second before he says “I’m not wholly unfamiliar with the one night stand, but I must admit we usually make it further than the couch. Fully dressed. What-“

“If you accuse me of bein’ a hooker again, ‘m gonna roll you right off this couch,” Bucky says before he can wake up enough to stop himself, and while he’s busy mentally cringing Tony’s eyes go wide with recognition.

“Ah fuck,” Tony groans while his cheeks flush an appealing, distracting pink, “What’s the overtime charge look like for top rated pro cuddlers?”

“Nah, don’ worry about it,” Bucky says quickly, finally untangling his fingers from Tony’s hair so he can rub over his eyes, “sorry, should’a woken you up-“

“So you’re saying you’re off the clock?” Tony interrupts, one eyebrow raised in an incredulous look, “You stayed off the clock?”

“I’m- um,” Bucky sputters awkwardly, and then realizes he has no excuse and sheepishly finishes with “Yes?”

“Even after I’m pretty sure I called you a prostitute at least three times?” Tony asks, and he still looks mildly baffled but there’s a smile growing on his face.

“It was five,” Bucky corrects, smiling back helplessly, “Once by callin’ me a lady of the evening, which, incorrect on multiple counts.”

“Right, I remember now,” Tony says slowly, and there is a devious look in his eye as he adds “We decided you’re an animated cow.”

“It was a horse, an’ I think you know it,” Bucky says with a mock-glare, gently pinching Tony’s ear and then tightening his arm around Tony’s back when he unexpectedly bursts into wild giggles.

When Tony settles down again he digs his chin into Bucky’s sternum with a happy sigh. His expression goes thoughtful, chewing on his bottom lip, and Bucky tries really hard not to get distracted.

They’re so close that Bucky can just barely feel the way Tony’s breath shakes nervously on the inhale, and then he asks “So, what are your feelings on breakfast?”

“Important,” Bucky blurts quickly, heart jumping in his chest, “Very important. Especially if I’m going to accomplish world domination today.”

“I knew it!” Tony crows victoriously, pushing himself upright and elbowing Bucky in the gut in the process. He grins happily in response to Bucky’s pained grunt and climbs to his feet, grabbing Bucky’s hand and giving it a tug. “C’mon,” he whines when Bucky moves not at all, “we need to go raid my kitchen. I want to get on your good side before you take over the world, I’m hoping it’ll get me a good spot in the dance number.”

“Yeah, I think that can be arranged,” Bucky says, grinning wide as he lets himself be pulled to his feet.

#my fic #winteriron #buckytony #starkbucks #Starkbucksbingo2020 #buckybarnesbingo2020 #i wrote this and now the world has to deal with it

[fictionimitateslife]

I had an idea for a possible young avengers’ storyline in the MCU. So I decided to post it here. I know nobody asked for it, and most likely nobody will read it. But I wanted to post it somewhere, so who cares?

This is an idea based on what we already know is gonna happen in the MCU as well as some speculations.

Now these are just a bunch of ideas that I think would be interesting to see happen in the MCU for the YA. I have no idea if anything like this is gonna happen. At all.

First, I would like to point out that I am a huge YA fan. They were my first superhero comic ever. So, I would love for the MCU to adapt them as close to the source as possible. But I know that is not happening. So, let´s move on to the “plot”.

So, for starters, let´s answer the biggest YA question right now. Iron Lad. I think we aren´t getting Nate Richards as Iron Lad. Rather, I believe we are getting Harley Keener as Iron Lad. Now I could be wrong, and all this would be useless, but I don´t think Marvel would do such a complicated time travel storyline like Nate´s. Add to that Harley´s appearance on Tony´s funeral, and I think he will most likely will become Iron Lad.

The other option would be for Ironheart to take his place. And nobody really wants that to happen. It would be dumb and insulting. So, between no Ironheart, and Harley as Iron Lad, (knowing he has no personality yet, and therefore can be given Nate´s personality), the only option to take is the second one.

With that in mind, here is how I would turn Herley into Iron lad:

1) Give him Nate´s personality, trading his obsession with time travel, for science.

2) Make him responsible for the first big YA villain. Which one? Ultron. More specifically, his return with a new body.

How Harley would make that? Well let´s return to infinity war for that. We know Shuri downloaded most of Vision during the movie. I think it would be interesting if Tony salvaged what she did download of him, and rebuild Vision, as an AI, without his emotions. At this point, I think it would be interesting if Harley was on an internship on Stark industries. Like the one Peter said he had, except a real internship. We know Tony pushed himself away from most of the world between IW and Endgame. But what if Harley was the exception? Tony set up his internship so that Harley could have a good future, and kept watch over him. That would explain his presence in the funeral. Even if he was far from Tony, they kept a connection through science.

Now, let´s move to Endgame. If Tony rebuild Vision, why was he using FRIDAY? Simple, he wasn´t done yet. Maybe he had just finished it and didn´t have time to start it. Or maybe he didn´t even finish rebuilding Vision, Harley did it.

Now, where is Vision then? I think it would be interesting to contrast Harley to Peter Parker here. While Peter is Tony´s legacy on superheroics, I think Marvel should make Harley Tony´s legacy in science. And that is why I think Tony could have given Vision to Harley. And contrasting Peter to Harley, gave the latter access to Stark Industries scientific/information resources, while Peter got more access to resources that could be used for superheroics. Now, I know MCU Peter is a scientist too, but differently from comic´s Peter, that is not his big thing. Harley, on the other hand, is much more of a scientist/builder.

If I could touch one both of their storylines, then I would move Harley´s into a hero´s jorney, while I would slowly make Peter more of a scientist/builder. But that is just me.

Anyway, like this, Harley would have both access to Vision, and access to Stark Industries resources, which he could use to build Ultron´s new body. How that happens? After Tony´s death Ultron pretended to be a human, and talking to Harley online, influenced him into helping Ultron create an even better body than Ultron ever could. Then influenced him into creating a prototype, just to prove they could do it. And that was enough for Ultron. He took over the prototype, and flew away from Harley´s lab, went into hiding, and slowly upgraded his prototype body, according to Harley´s project.

Harley, ashamed, hide this and decided to take care of Ultron himself. Now it´s important that I think both Harley and Tony didn´t want the boy to become a superhero. Which means maybe Harley promised Tony he wouldn´t do it. However, he has to break his promise, and for that, creates a new suit of armor, based on Tony´s own armor, and his new Ultron project.

With access to an Iron man type of armor, and an objective, Harley realizes that he can´t defeat Ultron alone. So he uses a hidden file on Vision (left behind with express orders to only be used in extreme emergencies), the avengers fail-safe program. A program made to find youngsters with ties to the avengers who could become new avengers in the future.

Harley finds 3 close candidates: Eli, Billy and Tommy.

Now, moving on to these 3, Tommy and Billy would appear in doctor strange 2, but still end up dying, and being resurrected. Billy is close and Harley recruits him. Tommy is in Juvie, and therefore Harley can´t reach him. How Vision found them? Once Hex!Vision connected to White!Vision, he also connected to AI!Vision. At that point AI!Vision was able to keep tabs on the boys. He learned they had superpowers, as well as the signature energy for those powers. So, once AI!Vision found said energy signatures, he put them on the program.

Eli shows up in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, where I would use the Truth storyline. Now, I think Tony (or maybe only JARVIS) could end up finding out the truth about Isaiah, and decided to keep an eye on the Bradley family, even if just to protect them. I would end Eli´s storyline in TFATWS with him getting shot to save Bucky, and getting the blood transfusion from his grandparent. Which would put him in in the program again, since AI!Vision would predict him getting super soldier powers.

Iron Lad, Asgardian and Patriot form the first version of the young avengers. They start training, but not superheroing yet, while Harley looks for Ultron. The other boys don´t know he helped Ultron rebuild his body. Just that he found out Ultron was still alive somehow. Their first adventure happens in secret invasion.

Moving to Captain Marvel 2, we already know the enemy is gonna be the religious skrull. I would also use the movie to introduce Teddy. Basically the movie starts with us fiding out, in a flashback, that Mar-vell had a son, Genis-Vell. He fell in love and had a son with the princess of the skrull. Except he had to abandon them, in order to hide their existence from the kree. When her child was still a baby, the princess´s ship was attacked, and she was killed. She was able to give her son, Dorrek VIII, to her handmaiden, so he could be hidden. The handmaiden went to earth, and sought refuge with Talos´ people, not telling anyone the boy´s real identity. She raises him as a human boy.

At some point in Captain Marvel 2, we find out about a prophecy that tells Dorrek VIII will turn the Skrull into an Empire, and that said Empire will start on earth. Therefore, the new wants to capture earth to ensure that will happen. We are introduced to “alien” magic, which Monica confirms is like earth´s magic. The queen is defeated and then religious skrull decide to go after their prophecised emperor.

They find Teddy on earth, when he starts using his powers for Greg. He fights with Greg tho, and ends up in a bad place. The skrulls appear before him in the middle of a school day, and try to get him to join them, except he refuses. Billy is present for that, and calls for Harley and Eli, so they can help Teddy, thinking it´s a kidnapping. They “rescue” Teddy.

The religious skrulls end up revealing their presence on earth, alongside their violent intentions, and start a takeover of the planet. Secret Invasion starts. The boys help Teddy escape the skrulls, even releasing Tommy out of juvie, in order to have more firepower. Billy and Teddy start a romance. Teddy, at some point, takes the form of his favorite avenger, the Hulk, and discovers his super strength. Secret Invasion ends, and Fury helps hide the boys´ identity, including Teddy´s. He helps close the juvie that made experiments on Tommy. He also promises to keep watch over them.

They become the young avengers.

Hawkeye ends with Kate mentioning her sister´s wedding.

Ant-man 3 ends up with Cassie having a suit build for her, so she can travel through the quantum realm. She is forbidden from using the suit after it, and from becoming a superhero. She steals the suit anyway.

Young Avengers movie starts with Jessica Jones being hired to investigate the boys, who have started superheroing for real after the end of secret invasion.

The boy´s try to stop and attack on Kate´s sister wedding. The attackers have special weapons that incapacitate them. Kate saves the boys.

Close to the place where the wedding happened, Cassie, who was looking for the boys to join them, meets Kate, who also wants to join the team. They also find Jessica, who tries to convince them to give up being superheroes, given her experience. She realizes she can´t convince the girls, and decides to help them find the boys, thinking they will be safer in a bigger number. Jess, being Jess, finds them easily. The boys answer they are busy, since they realized the wedding was a trap. Harley says it was probably a trap from Ultron, who figured out what Harley was doing.

They decide to go after Ultron, since he is probably doing something big at that moment, hence, the trap.

Now, this is where things get fun, since I would mix up the children´s crusade storyline, with the “kang” storyline.

My idea would be for Ultron to have learned about magic, since he was connected to AI!Vision, who learned the truth behind Wanda. Ultron realized he couldn´t do shit alone, so he joins up with whoever is the villain from doctor strange 2. Now, for this, I would use Mephisto as the villain.

Now, I think Wanda won´t go bad, after the multiverse storyline. She will end up in a horrible place, but will remain a superhero. At the start of young avengers, she ends up in NYC.

Ultron and Mephisto set up a trap for her, and joining technology and magic, are able to take control of her. Or at least try to. The boys find them and start trying to free Wanda, who is passed out. The girls show up and join in saving Wanda. However, they still lose, since they had set up traps for the boys in case they appeared.

They disappear. Not before Harley is able to hack into Ultron and find out their plan. They wanted to use Wanda to cast a spell that would kill all humanity (for Ultron) and would give their souls to Mephisto. They came up with the spell together, and kept it inside Ultron´s memory. Harley stole the spell and erased it from Ultron’s memory.

The young avengers go to their hideout, where Harley explains what he found out. He decides to use the spell as bait, in order to save Wanda.

The villains, in control of Wanda, find the young avengers. They start losing, because of Tommy´s speed. Mephisto uses his power´s along with Wanda´s and they resurrect Pietro, another speedster, to fight against Tommy. The young avengers flee.

They decide to find out more about Wanda, and end up in westview, after Harley probs AI!Vision. They find out about what happened in there, at which point AI!Vision finishes explaining the truth about the twins. (This point could be used to have Ralph tell he is actually Simon Williams, and have him turn into Wonder Man in some way, I actually have a whole idea about how this could happen). Ultron and Mephisto find them. The YA runs away.

Cassie leads them to the pym laboratory. They explain what is happening, and Scott berates Cassie. They end up being found again.

At some point, Billy undoes Wanda´s magic control over Pietro, and he joins the kids.

Ultron and Mephisto realize they need to take the kids seriously, and get more violent.

The YA tele-transport again, but are intercepted by Doctor Strange, who noticed the insane amount of magic being used. They explain the situation to him.

Mephisto and Ultron remember they are heroes, and decide to attack New York to make them come out of hiding. Now, I hate the “save New York, save the world” trope. But seeing as most of the YA are from New York, this is one of the few situations where it would fit well. Mephisto releases a horde of demons on New York.

A final battle starts. Ultron steals the spell back from Harley. Wanda starts casting the spell. Agatha says she believes Tommy and Pietro´s powers have some sort of magical nature. They can bend time, and because of it, they can cancel out magic. Therefore, after the spell is activated, they circle Wanda and keep the effect of her spell inside.

The avengers from the D+ shows appear to help.

They divide into 3 teams. One to defeat Ultron. One to Defeat Mephisto. And one to stop Wanda.

They realize Wanda´s spell can´t be stopped, since only the caster can stop their spell. However, Billy can undo Wanda´s spell (when he released Pietro from her control), maybe because his powers come from hers.

He doesn´t know how to do it tho. Strange tells him to release his magic, and the other spellcasters will mold it to undo Wanda´s spell. Billy does so, but ends up losing control. We have the iconic YA vol. 2 scene, where Teddy helps Billy control his magic (in a perfect world, they would end up kissing in this scene).

The spellcasters use his power to undo Wanda´s magic. That also undoes the control over her. They all converse on Ultron and Mephisto.

Hawkeye realizes Mephisto has messenger demons. Teddy turns into one and takes him down by surprise.

Ultron builds a shield around himself, and tells the heroes he still has a second plan. He has control over the nuclear nukes on the world, and he will activate them. Eli tells him they have a Cassie. She appears inside the shield and stomps on Ultron, winning the day.

Of course, I also have many other ideas for specific character storylines. But I am tired of writing, and might add them on another day.

IDEK why I wrote this actually. I guess I just wanted to share it somewhere.

#young avengers #marvel #MCU #billy kaplan #wiccan #Teddy altman #hulkling #tommy shepherd #speed #harley keener #Kate Bishop #hawkeye #Cassie Lang #stature #jessica jones #ultron #mephisto

[polvillodecanela]

OC TOBER  DAY ONE: Sunrise

In english and spanish under the cut. 

@oc-growth-and-development

Arthur woke up just at dawn. Faint pale rays streamed through the small room window and fell right on the body beside him. Under those warm rays, Indulala's body seemed to glow. It seemed almost magical to him. The magic of Indulala's body had left him a few days ago.

It seemed incredible to him that so little time had passed since they left everything on fire and decided to live this way. It seemed incredible to him that they had survived with little more than their own lives. It seemed, even more incredible, that last night had happened.

He remembered, very vividly - perhaps too much - the exact texture of Indulala's hair in his hands, the ups and downs that his pores made when he kissed a piece of his skin, the sounds - God, the sounds - he never expected to be the receptor, the cause, of those sounds. He smiled. He hoped with all his might that it wasn't the only time he could have the luxury - yes, the luxury - of having time like this with him, just the two alone.

Arthur found himself too focused on the light hitting Indulala’s bare shoulders to notice that there were a pair of eyes staring back at him. He was startled when he felt a finger shyly brush his arm.

"Hey," he said and smiled.

Indulala looked beautiful like this: his long hair severely disheveled, his supernaturally pale cheeks with that blush that only a good night's sleep achieves, his amethyst eyes awake and alert, but with a veil of tranquility. Of desire, Arthur noted with some satisfaction. Indulala was beautiful at night, it seemed that he belonged to the lunar brilliance and the paleness of the stars, but in that yellowish light of the sunrise it seemed to recover every inch of humanity. It made him look so ...

"Beautiful, stunning, incredible," he whispered in his ear.

Indulala smiled.

“Thanks, you're not bad.”

Arthur allowed himself those two seconds of childish laughter that invaded his chest. The other had blushed a little more and seemed to want to cover his body with the sheet. Summer was raging and it seemed that this was an impractical gesture. Still, he supposed, they had been in hotter, more humid summers. He was going to grant him that new armor. For now.

Arthur, then, fell gently onto the bed. He looked at the ceiling and slowly allowed Indulala to lean against his chest. It seemed like he was thinking. Arthur could almost hear Indulala’s thoughts in his head. Almost.

“What’s wrong?”

He waited about two minutes, maybe more. Indulala did not move. He just hugged him tightly.

“ don't get used to it.”

“Hm?”

“On a morning like this”, he paused rather long “things would be different. The routine was very comfortable.”

“Would you rather be teaching than ... here?”

“Oh. No. I think not.”

“You just <<Think>>”, He gently pulled his hair “I did something wrong last night then.”

Two or three heartbeats passed.

“No” Indulala said and his voice sounded supernatural every ounce “it's just that ... I still haven't recovered from what happened.”

“It would be impressive, in a somewhat twisted sense, if you had already done it. It hasn´t been long and I imagine that ... it all fell very quickly for you.”

“Don't you miss them?” He looked at him “your family? They too…”

“I didn't spend much time with them, I’m more hurt for Francis.”

“ I understand.”

The air was starting to get heavy. The sun kept rising slowly. The room had turned a pretty creamy color and the heat was starting to rise too. Under his arm Indulala began to stir with the intention of getting up. Arthur grabbed him closer. He wasn't going to let those seconds go to waste. Very carefully he lifted Indulala’s chin.

“Don't get up”  He said after they kissed.

He kissed Him again. On his lips Arthur could feel that the other was smiling. Indulala's hands melted at the back of his neck. Gently pulling the short hair that was born there. When they parted, Indulala took a rebellious curl and tucked it very carefully behind his ear. He was smiling sweetly. And then Arthur allowed himself to hug him. That pleasure of being able to put his hands on Indulala was another of the thousand things that were incredible to him. How had he lived all those years just fantasizing? How could he have survived all this without taking his hand? Hug him? kiss him? How? He had been too strong and he feared that now that he had everything he wouldn’t be able to live without having it all the time.

Time.

That was another thing that seemed incredible to him. The amount of time in front of him was almost vulgar. Hong had warned him that overthinking the future was going to make him anxious, but he wasn't thinking about the future right now. No. Arthur was thinking about the abstract concept of time, what time would do with them, with him, more than anything. Indulala did not seem to care about time, always keeping the future in close quarters. Fortunately, the aforementioned prevented him from eating his head with mindless worries when, amid a mischievous giggle, he climbed onto his lap and made him sink deeper into the mattress.

“This is a surprise” he said and looked at Indulala who had his hair falling all over the place.

“There will be something I could do to prevent you from looking like this.”

“Like what?”

“As if you wanted to blow the door with your mind.”

“ Can do it?”

Indulala seemed to consider it seriously. Then he moved his head. Denied.

“Without a door there is no ... that”

“What a horrible blackmail.”

“Those were my terms”

Again, Arthur found himself laughing. Laughing like what it was: A young man. There was no tragedy, there was no blood, dramas, souls, gods and demigods. It was just him. The idiot boy who decided to fall in love with the least suitable person. And then there was Indulala who also decided to fall for the really less convenient person. "Look where your curiosity took you, dear." He felt a prick on his cheek. Indulala had made a very uncharacteristic pout.

“Again.”

“I'm sorry, I'm thinking about ... that.”

“I don `t believe you.”

“Why?” He smiled all charismatic.

“Because I'm on your lap. I would know.”

Shameless.

Arthur felt slowly how the heat of his body was directed to two very specific areas.

“Now it seems that you're thinking about that.”

“Where did you get the confidence to talk to me like that? Bold.”

“Sorry, my good lord, but I think that up here I do not get all of your whining.”

This was the last straw, Arhtur used all his strength to straighten up and hug the other in a particularly heated kiss. Using some momentum he managed to swap positions. He had a vague memory - or not so much - of having done that many times last night. Indulala laughed in a stream of sheets, pillows and silver hair. He parted curtain of hair to reveal his face. He was smiling just as shyly as the night before, only he had bold edges that were very new. They suited him well. The blush on his cheeks marked his cheekbones strongly. His eyes were two crescent moons. He kissed Indulala’s lips again. There would be time to face the vast amount of time that lay ahead. There would be time to face the abyss into which they had thrown themselves. In those sweet minutes it would be just them. Nobody else.

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Arthur despertó justo al alba. Los tenues rayos pálidos se colaban por la ventana de la pequeña habitación y caían justo sobre el cuerpo a su lado. Bajo aquellos tibios rayos el cuerpo de Indulala parecía brillar. Le parecía casi mágico. La magia del cuerpo de Indulala se había marchado hacia unos días antes.

Le parecía increíble que hubiera pasado tan poco tiempo desde que dejaron todo en llamas y decidieron vivir de esta forma. Le parecía increíble que hubieran sobrevivido con un poco más que sus propias vidas. Le parecía, aún más increíble que lo de anoche hubiera pasado.

Recordó entonces muy vivido – tal vez demasiado – la textura exacta del cabello de Indulala en sus manos, los relieves que sus poros hicieron en el momento en el que besaba algún trozo de piel, los sonidos – dios, los sonidos – nunca esperó ser el receptor, causante, de esos sonidos. Sonrío. Esperó con todas sus fuerzas que no fuera la única vez que pudiera darse el lujo – sí, el lujo – de tener un tiempo así, a solas.

Arthur se encontró demasiado concentrado en como la luz golpeaba sobre los desnudos hombros como para notar que había un par de ojos mirándolo de vuelta. Se sobresaltó cuando sintió un dedo rozando tímidamente su brazo.

-          Hey – dijo y sonrió.

Indulala se veía hermoso así: el largo cabello severamente desordenado, las sobrenaturalmente pálidas mejillas con ese sonrojo que solo una buena noche de sueño logra, los ojos amatista despiertos y alerta, pero con un velo de tranquilidad. De deseo, notó Arthur con cierta satisfacción. Indulala era hermoso en las noches, parecía que pertenecía al brillo lunar y la palidez de las estrellas, pero, en aquella luz amarillenta del amanecer parecía recobrar cada centímetro de humanidad. Lo hacía ver tan…

-          Hermoso, despampanante, increíble – le susurró en el oído.

Indulala sonrió.

-          Gracias, tú no estás mal.

Arthur se permitió esos dos segundos de risa infantil que invadieron su pecho. El otro se había sonrojado un poco más y parecía querer cubrirse el cuerpo con la sábana. El verano arreciaba y parecía que ese, era un gesto nada práctico. Igual, supuso, habían estado en veranos más cálidos y húmedos. Le iba a conceder esa coraza nueva. Por ahora.

Se dejó luego caer suavemente en la cama. Miró el techo y con parsimonia dejó que Indulala se recostara en su pecho. Parecía que pensaba. Podía casi escuchar sus pensamientos en la cabeza. Casi.

-          ¿Qué pasa?

Esperó unos dos minutos, tal vez más. Indulala no se movió. Se limitó a abrazarlo con fuerza.

-          No me acostumbro

-          ¿Hm?

-          En una mañana como esta – hizo una pausa más bien larga – las cosas serían distintas. La rutina era muy cómoda.

-          ¿Prefieres estar dando clase que… aquí?

-          Oh. No. Creo que no.

-          ¿Solo crees? – le haló con suavidad el cabello – algo hice mal anoche entonces.

Dos o tres latidos de corazón pasaron.

-          No – le dijo y la voz le sonó cada onza sobrenatural – es solo que… aun no me recupero de lo que pasó.

-          Sería impresionante, en un sentido algo torcido, que lo hubieras hecho ya. No ha pasado mucho y me imagino que … todo cayó muy deprisa para ti.

-          ¿No les extrañas tú? – lo miró - ¿a tu familia? Ellos también…

-          No pasaba mucho tiempo con ellos, me duele más Francis.

-          Entiendo.

El aire estaba empezando a ponerse pesado. El sol seguía subiendo despacio. La habitación había tomado un bonito color crema y el calor empezaba a subir.  Bajo su brazo Indulala empezó a removerse con la intención de levantarse. Lo asió más hacia él. No iba a permitir que esos segundos se perdieran. Con mucho cuidado levantó suavemente su mentón.

-          No te levantes – le dijo después de haberlo besado.

Le besó otra vez. Sobre sus labios pudo sentir que el otro sonreía. Las manos de Indulala se fundieron en su nuca. Halando suavemente los cabellos cortos que nacían ahí. Cuando se separaron Indulala tomó un rizo rebelde y lo puso con muchísimo cuidado tras su oreja. Sonreía dulcemente. Y se permitió abrazarlo. Ese placer de poder poner sus manos sobre Indulala era otra de las mil cosas que le resultaban increíbles. ¿Cómo había vivido todos esos años solo fantaseando? ¿Cómo había podido sobrevivir a todo ello sin tomarlo de la mano? ¿abrazarlo? ¿besarlo? ¿Cómo? Había sido demasiado fuerte y temió que ahora que tenía todo no iba a poder vivir sin tenerlo todo el tiempo.

Tiempo.

Esa era otra cosa que le parecía increíble. La cantidad de tiempo que tenía delante se hacía casi vulgar. Hong le había advertido que pensar demasiado en el futuro le iba a producir ansiedad, pero en esos momentos no estaba pensando en el futuro. No. Estaba pensando en el concepto abstracto del tiempo, de lo que el tiempo haría con ellos, con él, más que nada. A Indulala el tiempo parecía no importarle teniendo siempre el futuro en close cuarters. Para su fortuna el susodicho evitó que se comiera la cabeza con preocupaciones sin sentido cuando en medio de una risilla traviesa se subió a su regazo y lo hizo hundirse más en el colchón.

-          Esto si es una sorpresa – dijo y miró a Indulala que tenía el cabello cayendo para todos lados.

-          Habrá algo que podría hacer para evitar que te veas así.

-          ¿Así?

-          Como si quisieras hacer estallar la puerta con la mente.

-          ¿Puedo hacerlo?

Indulala pareció considerarlo seriamente. Negó.

-          Sin puerta no hay… eso

-          Que horrible chantaje.

-          Son mis términos.

Nuevamente se encontró riendo. Riendo como lo que era: Un joven. No había tragedia, no había sangre, dramas, almas, dioses y semidioses. Solo era él. El chico idiota que decidió enamorarse de la persona menos conveniente. Y después estaba Indulala que también decidió hacerle caso a la persona realmente menos conveniente. “Mira donde te llevó tu curiosidad, querido”. Sintió un pinchazo en la mejilla. Indulala había hecho un muy poco característico mohín.

-          Otra vez.

-          Lo siento, es que estoy pensando en…eso.

-          No creo.

-          ¿Por qué no crees? – le sonrió todo carismático

-          Porque estoy sobre tu regazo. Lo sabría.

Sin vergüenza.

Arthur sintió lentamente como el calor de su cuerpo se dirigió a dos zonas muy específicas.

-          Ahora sí parece que estás pensando en eso.

-          ¿De dónde sacaste la confianza de hablarme así? Audaz.

-          Perdón, mi buen señor, pero creo que acá arriba no me llegan la totalidad de sus lloriqueos.

Siendo esta la gota que rebasó el vaso usó toda su fuerza para enderezarse y estrechar al otro en un beso particularmente acalorado. Usando algo de momento logró intercambiar las posiciones. Tuvo un vago recuerdo – o no tanto – de haber hecho muchas veces aquello anoche. Indulala reía en un reguero de sabanas, almohadas y cabellos plateados. Se abrió una cortina de cabello para que se viera su cara. Sonreía con la misma timidez que la noche anterior solo que tenía unos bordes de audacia que eran muy nuevos. Le sentaban bien. El sonrojo en sus mejillas le marcaba con más fuerza los pómulos. Sus ojos eran dos medias lunas. Besó sus labios otra vez. Ya habría tiempo para enfrentarse a la gran cantidad de tiempo que tenían por delante. Ya habría tiempo para hacerle cara al abismo en el que se habían arrojado. En esos dulces minutos serían solo ellos. Nadie más.

#oc tober #Oh my god I really loved to write this... Idk I feel so... young ajajja #traslating the whole thing was a pain in my ... #Sunrise or as I call it the morning after. #Indulala y Arthur #Gold #Oc lore #post canon tho

[dtvibezauarchive]

Lost Hope AU

This AU is formed around a very vengeful George. 

He seeks revenge for those who had killed off his best friends; Dream and Sapnap. Donning Sapnap’s bandana and shirt, as well as Dream’s hoodie and mask, these items are the last he has of his deceased friends. 

The man behind the death of his friends is nonother than Schlatt, who was resurrected by Quackity, in hopes of trying to puppet the man. After failing to do so, Schlatt once again took over L’Manberg, dubbing it ‘Manberg 2.0′. 

He threatened anyone who get’s in his way. He has claimed that the Dream Team is dead, for they all died that day. George isn’t the same, and may never be the same again. 

..

During these events, when a festival goes down in the new Manberg, George decides to strike, though fails horribly and is in the end, at Schlatt’s feet, on the verge of death. 

Quackity regrets everything. He has regretted bringing Schlatt back due to the fact things didn’t go his way. So, he tries to help George, but is in the end, hurt as well. 

Once everyone saw what was happening, they are forced to watch helplessly as things go down. Though, just before Schlatt kills off George... Technoblade swoops in to stop things. 

..

There is a gap during this time, where Techno takes George in. Seeing the broken man, he offers a bit of support, despite their differences. He knows George want’s revenge, so he will support whatever anarchy George has to offer. So, he helps George back to health, with the help of Philza, Tommy and Wilbur (after they escaped Manberg 2.0). 

George becomes close with the bunch, each week of training, they all become stronger and bond more together. It’s a weird family dynamic, but it works for them all. More so, a teacher-student bond forms between Technoblade and George. Techno teaches what he can to George, while George learns it all. He finds a higher level of appreciation towards Techno during these days, and on some occasions, calls him sensei or teacher. 

..

After what seems like years of training, there comes a point in time where they fight Schlatt at the End Portal, the Portal now activated. George discovered that Schlatt has a book of resurrections and wishes to take it, in hopes of getting his friends back. Yet, he would need to betray Technoblade in order to get it. Meaning, he would need to throw Techno into the end with little to nothing. 

There is a huge standoff, and for a moment, Techno believes George accepts the deal. But he doesn’t. Techno is stunned by the actions performed by George, going as far as to even quote his saying. George ends up throwing Schlatt into the void of the portal, as well as releasing the book with him. 

..

The war for them has won. The evil was now banished to the realms of the End and everyone in the Dream SMP and Manberg 2.0 were free. 

Techno wakes up home, with Philza shaking him awake, and Tommy and Tubbo by his side. He has no recollection on what happened and how he got here... all that he knows is that George isn’t with him. And that worries him.

..

So far, up to this point, everyone has no clue as to what happened to George, and have no clues as to where he is. George is missing. 

---------- some fics/drabbles around this au below the line ----------

“George. Please.”

Bad spoke, hurrying along side his friend now as he tried to stop the other. But as he grabbed George’s arm...

“I don’t care, Bad. I don’t care what you say to me here and now. You cannot stop me.”

He yanked his arm right from Bad, glaring harshly towards him before fully placing the mask over his face. Turning around once more, he began to walk, making his way down the wooden path. Skeppy and Ant couldn’t do much... they had no say between their relationship. Seeing Bad in despair... begging George... it was hard to watch. Especially if George had a set goal in mind.

“George-” Bad tried once more, reaching his hand out...

“They brought him back, Bad. They brought that monster back from the dead and now he’s taking charge of L’Manberg AGAIN. He KILLED Sapnap and Dream, right in front of my eyes. So don’t you fucking dare try and stop me from going after him and those who brought him back from the hellscape he was in. Don’t even try to or else I will have to kill you as well.”

There was a tense pause, Skeppy himself now stepping forward slowly, his hand gripping his axe. Seeing that George just threatened Bad...

“...” What could Bad say? He was.. hurt... they all were hurt after what had happened. They were in utter shock when they got word that Schlatt was back...

“... If it were Skeppy, would you do it? Would you go after Schlatt, if you watched him kill Skeppy right in front of you?”

He gripped his hand, balling it into a fist. Bad... his gaze dropped down slightly, thinking on George’s words for a moment before he noticed George lifting the Mask up, revealing half of his face.

“If it were Skeppy, you wouldn’t hesitate with that answer.. because you’d be already fighting that bastard. Especially in the heat of the moment.”

...

Pulling his mask back down, he turned away, taking a moment to just breathe.

“... the day Sapnap and Dream died... was the day I too died. The Dream Team is no more. I am but a shell of who I once was... because I will never be the same without them here.”

and with that, George pushed forward, leaving Bad, Skeppy and Ant in his shadow.

--

Quackity winced as he watched George slump forward, the sword sticking right out of his chest causing his stomach to churn. The amount of blood spilling from George... he was shocked with how George still managed to keep awake.

He then turned to look towards Schlatt, who’s sickly form wobbled forward slowly, the glare in his dull eyes sending shivers down his spine. The liquid that oozed from his lips... his nose... that fucking devilish grin. The smug bastard. He thought this was the way... he thought this would fix everything... but...

“George.. oh George... Stupid, pathetic, George. Look at you... did anyone ever tell you... Red really is your color. Such a shame that you cannot see the crimson hues that mark your skin” Schlatt sneered, now pulling the arrow from his neck roughly, the darkened hue of red leaking from the wound on his neck. Throwing the item harshly towards the side with a little care.. Schlatt laughed, letting the liquid drip from his lips and teeth.

“You can’t get rid of me baby! No matter how hard you try, I’ll always BE HERE!”

George looked up slowly, his eyes glossed over as his hand gently gripped the sword in his chest...

“...”

That’s when Schlatt pulled the axe right out from his back, letting the sickening crunch emit from the wound, letting bits and gushes of blood to splatter from him.

“... I should’ve ended you right then and there. All this time, I thought my real threat was Wilbur and Dream.. but you... you’re just like them... I loath you all immensely. Your words filling the ears of those here on this stupid SMP... “

Letting the axe go to his side, his hand firm on the handle...

“... You abomination... I know you miss them both...”

Schlatt then gripped the axe tightly, raising it over his shoulder now..

“How’s about we fix that?”

And like that.. Schlatt charged at George, his eyes wide with intense hatred, the ooze flying from his form. George could only watch in horror as Schlatt darted for him.

This was it.

Quackity gripped his stomach, tears cascading down his cheeks now as he screamed, his other hand reaching out towards George.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Sam banged on the glass separating them, Bad and Punz trying their best to shatter the see through barrier. He was screaming... Sam was screaming as he watched Schlatt grew near towards George. Sam’s crown fell off, his mask slipping .. his voice echoing throughout the room they were in, the tone of despair growing.

“GEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGE!!!”

Schlatt grinned dangerously as he stomped harshly on the ground, standing right in front of George.

“BYE BYE GEORGE!!”

With that... he swung the axe...

...

..

.

clank!

...

..

!

Schlatt’s eyes widened...

Quackity felt as if his heart stopped.

Sam let out a sharp gasp.

...

Silver eyes peered right up towards Schlatt, a glowing enchanted netherite sword being held up against the axe he held. A red cape slowly fell towards the shoulders of the man that stood there... man? or Pig.

“...”

Schlatt jumped back, stumbling somewhat over his footing, his eye twitching at the sight before him.

...

They stood tall, the look of utter anger lingering throughout their gaze. A shining glowing crown dawned upon their head... the armor they wore glistening from the enchantments given to it.

George just.. let out a shaken breath... his vision growing blurry with every passing moment...

“... T.. Technoblade...”

--

He couldn’t focus.

George watched as Schlatt made his way towards the end portal, letting out a shaken laugh as he glanced right back towards him.

“THIS IS IT GEORGE! YOUR DECISION DAY!”

Techno flinched as he dangled off the edge of the cobblestone he was left on, the potion of weakness given to him really taking its toll. He could barely keep himself together, his eyes slightly casting off towards the side. Each passing moment, he grew weaker, as well as his grip on the stone.

“Take your pick…”

Raising his sword high, Schlatt let out a heavy, sick laugh.

“Save your friends and bring them back while letting this disgusting pig fall into the end below, never to be seen again… or save this pig.. And never get the choice of ever bringing your friends back to life.”

…

George hesitated…

He stared towards the book Schlatt held in his other hand… then he stared towards Techno.

…

Sweat lightly rolled down his forehead, his eyes gazing back and forth between the two…

…

“Tick.. tock.. George…”

--

…

..

“oh, I just got some gold. It’s quite epic.”

.

“why are you talking like that?… quite epic, I’m Sapnap.”

.

“It’s quite epic indeed.”

.

Warm laughter filled the air.

..

“Let’s go!”

.

“Alright, let’s chill-”

.

Shocked yells and screams filled the air before … laughter, seeing that they were saved.

..

…

George stared up towards Schlatt… his eyes cold.

…

he made his decision.

--

Schlatt watched as George approached him.

A sly grin was on his face.

George had made his choice… and Techno watched as George went right up to Schlatt.

“…”

--

George held his hands out… waiting for Schlatt to hand him the book.

“.. you made the right choice George..”

Placing the book in George’s hand slightly, he still kept a firm grip on it’s edge. Schlatt turned to look at Techno, a wild grin on his face now as he chuckled.

“… you see Techno? This is all you’ll ever be… alone for all eternity. The king who finally falls… it’s about time you’re put to rest…”

--

Just as Schlatt turned to look at George...

Crack.

Techno watched as George full on slammed his fist against Schlatt’s face, breaking his nose right on contact. George then gripped the other’s shirt collar, glaring darkly towards those shocked eyes.

“... a wise Pig once told me of a wise mans words.”

Techno.. Techno leaned his head against the cobblestone, watching as George held Schlatt dangerously close towards the portal entrance...

“... Anger may in time, change to gladness.. vexation may be succeeded by content... but a Kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being... nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.”

Schlatt’s eyes widened as blood trickled down his nose...

George leaned in, his voice near a growl...

“... Fuck you, Jschlatt.”

and with that... George shoved Schlatt right into the end portal.. with the book he held.

The echo’s of Schlatt’s scream filled the void before.. silence.

#Lost Hope AU #tw blood #tw violence #tw death mention #long post #fics and drabbles

[kraftwerk113]

Life´s too short for weird music - 2019 - „A ghosteen dances in my hand, slowly twirling twirling all around“ (Nick cave and the Bad Seeds / Ghosteen)

Wie schrieb ich kürzlich im Dekade 2010-2019 Rückblick? „Erfreulich an 2019 ist, dass sich die positive Entwicklung der letzten Jahre – abgesehen von der kurzen Delle in 2018 fortzusetzen scheint.“ Und in der Tat: 2019 hat eine Vielzahl an guten Songs zu bieten, es verstärkt sich allerdings der Eindruck, dass sich die Verhältnisse zur Veröffentlichung einzelner Songs und weg von Alben bzw. EPs fortsetzt. Und so ist es nicht ganz einfach, zehn Longplayer aus 2019 zusammenzutragen, die das Prädikat „outstanding“ verdienen.

Da sich aber doch einiges an guter Musik ergeben hat im letzten Jahr der 10er Jahre weite ich auch für 2019 das Format meiner Festive Charts gerne auf eine Festive Top 100 aus. So kann ich dem musikalischen Output des Jahres 2019 halbwegs gerecht werden.

Die Bands des Jahrzehnts – Hot Chip und Metronomy allen voran – konnten sich auch in 2019 mit neuen Alben und vielen guten Einzelstücken in Szene setzen. Etwas überrascht hat mich die starke Präsenz von Fujiya and Myagie – vier Notierungen in den Top 100 – wenngleich tendentiell eher in den hinteren Regionen sprechen da schon eine deutliche Sprache. Und das bei einer Band, die ich immer mal wieder gerne höre, deren Sound mir in zurückliegenden Jahren hier und da doch etwas zu zweidimensional erschien.

Unbedingt zu erwähnen ist an dieser Stelle auch das 2019er Album „No geography“ der Chemical Brothers: die ersten 17 Minuten des Albums, welche die Stücke „Eve of destruction“, „Bango“, „No geography“ und „Got to keep on“ in One Go umfasst, stellen die beste zusammenhängende tanzbare Schlaufe dar, die Electronic Music seit Menschengedenken – genauer seit dem ersten Orbital Album in 1991 (Sie erinnern sich? - „Chime“, „Midnight“ und „Belfast“) hervorgebracht hat.

Erfreulich auch, dass sich Popmusik made in Germany auch in 2019 in den Top 100 niederschlagen konnte. Allen voran die Goldenen Zitronen, die mit „More than a feeling“ sicherlich nicht eines der besten, aber bestimmt eines der relevantesten Alben zum aktuellen Status der BRD der letzten Jahre veröffentlicht haben. Und mit „Das war unsere BRD“ gewissermaßen einen – extrem ironischen - „Hit“ über Westdeutschland der 70er Jahre beinhaltet. Daneben konnten fas schon Dauerbrenner Roosevelt, Newcomer „Sparkling“ und Andreas Dorau (mit und ohne Station 17) zur guten Bilanz beitragen.

Kevin Parker hat seinem Tame Impalla- Kosmos Ego hat mit „Borderline“ und „Patience“ weitere wunderschöne Fixsterne beigefügt. Sehr erfreulich war auch das langersehnte Comeback von Friendly Fires - „Offline“ entschädigt vielfach für die fünf Jahre andauernde Wartezeit.

Sehr spannend auch das audiovisuelle Jahresprojekt von Underworld „Drift-series“ welches wöchentlich neue Musik, Filme, Fotographien und andere Kunst hervorbrachte. 330 Minuten der nicht immer gelungenen aber zumeist spannenden Musikveröffentlichungen sind auf der längsten Playlist (von Album möchte ich da nicht sprechen) des Jahrzehnts vereint.

Außergewöhnliche konzeptionelle Longplayer von Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds („Ghosteen“) und Bon Iver („I, I“) runden das musikalische 2019 ab. Schön, dass es noch Künstler gibt, die eindrucksvoll belegen, dass ei Album mehr seien kann, als die Summe seiner Songs.

Der beste Song stammt 2019 sehr überraschend von Flume – was, aber nahezu ausschließlich der Zusammenarbeit mit London Grammar und der Voice der Dekade – Hannah Reid – geschuldet ist.

Und zum Abschluss des Jahres darf ich Ihnen dann noch meine stets subjektiv gefärbte Jahres Top 100 (die Kurzen) Songs 2019 und Top 20 (die Langen) Alben 2019.

Die Kurzen (Life´s too short for weird music Song Top 100 of 2019)

1. Flume / Let you know (feat London Grammar)

2. Tame Impala / Borderline

3. Metronomy / Wedding bells

4. Friendly Fires / Run the wild flowers

5. Bombay Bicycle Club / Eat, sleep, wake (Nothing but you)

6. Hot Chip / Hungry child

7. The Chemical Brothers / Got to keep on

8. Bon Iver / Hey Ma

9. Two door cinema club / Satellite

10. Stealing Sheep / Jokin´me

11. Tame Impala / Patience

12. Metronomy / Lately

13. The Soft Cavalary / Bullet Proof

14. Saint Etienne / You don´t own me

15. Ohtis / Runin

16. Crane like the bird / Wishing cap (feat. James Mercer)

17. Two door cinema club / Talk

18. Hot Chip / Positive

19. Sunbeam Soundmachine / Anyway anyway

20. Goldene Zitronen / Das war unsere BRD

21. Blossoms /Your girlfriend

22. Boy Pablo / Never cared (feat. Jimi Somewhere

23. The Soft Cavalary / Dive

24. Otherliine / Chime

25. Roosevelt / Failing back

26. Sparkling / I want to see everything

27. Stealing sheep / Why haven´t I?

28. Yoke Lore / Chin up

29. Zoot woman / Where is the man

30. The Orielles / Come down Jupiter

31. Tame Impala / It might be time

32. Booka Shade / I go I go (feat Kaktus Einarson)

33. Le SuperHomard / Domino (with Xavier Boyer)

34. Mercury Rev / Morning glory

35. Bonobo / Ibrick

36. Station 17 / Eine halbe Portion Glück (feat Andreas Dorau)

37. Teleman / Family of aliens (Ghost culture remix)

38. Sunbeam Soundmachine / Talking Distance

39. Swimming Tapes / Keep her closer

40. Hot Chip / Spell

41. Greene_Jacques / Do it without you

42. Cave_Nick and the Bad Seeds / Waiting for you

43. Ora the Molecule / When earth takes a breath

44. Belle and Sebastian / This letter

45. Hot Chip / Spells (Superorganism Remix)

46. Floating points / Les Alpx

47. Underworld / Listen o their no

48. Swimming tapes / Passing ships

49. Duncan_C. / Talk Talk Talk

50. Otherliine / Hates me

51. Death Cab for Cutie / To the ground

52. Ride / Repetitions

53. Roosevelt / Everywhere

54. Kiwanuka_Michael / You ain´t the problem

55. The Chemical Brothers / No geography

56. SebastiAn / Handcuffed to a parking meter (feat Sparks)

57. Beck / Chemical

58. Gus Gus / Come back to life (feat Sisely Treasure)

59. Sleaford Mods / Kebab Spider

60. Penelope Isles / Gnarbone

61. Thom Yorke / Twist

62. Fujiya and Miyagi / For promotional use only

63. Friendly Fires / Lack of love

64. Lali Puna / For only love

65. Lambchop / Crosswords or what this says about you

66. Fujiya and Miyagi / Flashback

67. Slowthai / Peace of mind

68. Apparat / Heroist

69. Yeahsayer / Fluttering in the floodlights

70. Dusky / Static

71. Bon Iver /Salem

72. Bat for lashes / Lost girl

73. Foster the People /Pick U Up

74. Kaiser Chiefs / Wait

75. Cave_Nick and the bad Seeds / Spinning song

76. Tourist / Kin

77. Isobel Campbell / Ant Life

78. Caribou / Home

79. KH / Only human (feat Four Tet)

80. Gemini Rising, Tensnake and Fiora / Just because

81. C. Duncan / Holiday home

82. The Chemical Brothers / The Eve of destruction

83. Pixx / Andean Condor

84. Squid / Houseplants

85. Shelter Boy / Half asleep

86. Cassius / Don´t let be

87. Fujiya and miyagi / Fear of missing out (Vince Clark Remix)

88. Haim / Summer Girl

89. Bombay Bicycle Club / Everything else has gone wrong

90. The Cinematic Orchestra / A caged bird / Immitations of Life (feat Roots Manuva)

91. Fujiya and Miyagi / Personal Space

92. Foals / The Runner

93. Ora the molecule / Here comes the hotstepper

94. Friendly fires / Sleeptalking

95. Andreas Dorau / Unsichtbarer Tänzer

96. Hopkins_Jon / Luminous beings

97. Ohtis / Rehab

98. Belle and Sebastian / Sister Buddha

99. International teachers of pop / Another brick in the wall

100. Sleaford Mods / Substraction

Die Langen (Life´s too short for weird music Album Top Twenty 2019)

1. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds / Ghosteen

2. Bon Iver / i, i

3. The Chemical Brothers / No geography

4. Hot Chip / A bath full of ecstasy

5. Sunbeam Soundmachine / Goodness Gracious

6. Metronomy / Metronomy forever

7. Friendly Fires / Inflorescent

8. Ohtis / Curve of earth

9. Two door cinema club / False Alarm

10. Belle and Sebastien / Days of Bangnold Summer

11. Apparat / LP 5

12. Lambchop / This is what I wanted to tell you

13. The Specials /Encore

14. Underworld / Drift Series one

15. Thom Yorke / Anima

16. Stealing sheep / Big vows

17. Die Goldenen Zitronen / More than a feeling

18. Andreas Dorau / Das Wesentliche

19. Floating points / Crush

20. Sleaford Mods / Eton alive

#life´s too short for weird music #Festive top 100 of 2019

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x17 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one. 

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary * 

Giulia: Yo i’m sad he ded tho

Giulia: But is he?

Giulia: YAAA sis Jo

Zee: Ouch

Giulia: Oh go fuck u nick

Giulia: You can burn. I want to use that

Zee: Ded

Giulia: REJECT HIM

Zee: Donnie

Giulia: nick such a drama queen, like his fucking brother. gasps, Lucifer/Nick is Hamlet.

Giulia: Donny babe

Zee: Stabby stabby

Giulia: Shish kebab teenagers

[14x17 Game Night ]

♪ Raindrops keep fallin' on my head ♪

Giulia: Love that song

Giulia: God I love him. IF THEY TOUCH A HAIR ON HIM

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: DON T TOUCH HIIIIM

Zee: Seriously ??!!!

Annoyed Dean tho

Oh look at the son of Satan without a soul making pop-corns

Zee: Mary?

Giulia: Yeah well she still exists

Zee: Why again?

D:  SON OF A BITCH!!

Classic Dean

J: I thought this was supposed to relax him.

M: You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.

me: *imagining little Dean playing the game exactly the same and with a high pitched voice: Son of a bitch*  good visual.

J: Everybody keeps asking me that.

Giulia: We aRe FamIlY

J: Well, it’s annoying

Mary: 

Giulia: It is

Zee: Did she eye roll?

M: if you ever want to talk or...vent...

J :You're here. I know.

J thinking: I just wanna eat my pop corns and play stupid game, can I fucking live?

Giulia: Winchester game night

D: All right. Winchester game night is a go  soon as Sammy gets back here with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters AND

Zee: Pineapple. A crime against humanity

Giulia&Jack : I like it

Dean: why have you forsaken me, son

D: Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.

Me quoting [ X ]  

Zee: SEE????

Giulia: Was that enochian?

Zee: I think

Giulia: IT’S BABE TIME

Look how cute he is.... SO CUTE , SO CUUUUTE

Zee: Knew it Was waiting for it

Anael: wow this place is so ...

Giulia: U MEAN  CUTE JO

Giulia: Omg he has pancakes

Zee: Doesn’t eat them

Giulia:HE’S BEING POLITE OK. Oh look a that they have cream and strawberry *sobs* I’m hungry

A: Well, you said you had something for me.

Castiel sliding a jewlery box.

me [heart attack]

A: 16th-century Burmese blood rubies.

LOOK AT THAT CUTE SMILE 

A:  Five carats. Excellent clarity. Castiel,where did you get these?

Zee: Lightly cursed

C: I need your help. To contact God.

Giulia: Oh honey no

Zee: I just laughed along with jo

- um so Anael was Joshua right hand? so she wasn’t that useless angel afterall. 

Giulia: Joshua is dead?

C: Jack killed Michael.

Giulia&Zee: Good night sweet prince

C: Only God can restore a soul.

ISN’T THAT A BOTHER 

A: The Winchesters -- they don't know you're here, do they?

Giulia: Of course they don t

Zee: Squint

C: Why do you say that?

A: Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

Giulia&Zee: Lone wolf desperation

*Cas looks into the camera like in the office*

C: will you help me or not?

A: Not

C *smirking* : I see

A: BUT

Giulia: She s me

Zee: Mental grabby hands

S: It's not Enochian. I-I-I think it's Ancient Hebrew.

Sammy says it’s not Enochian

Zee: It’s not enochian then

Giulia: Oh WeLl AncIenT HeBreW

D: well Sammy sounds stressed

WHAT’S NEW THO

M: I just wish there was something that I c--

D:Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.

Giulia: Mary is here everyone!  Everything is fine

Zee: Chuck I hate her

M: But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off...and hard.

D: Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.

Giulia: OH NO No he definitely doesn’t

Giulia: Dean is always there. Mary just fucks off somewhere

M: I just need you to know... I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

Giulia: Listen- I’ve been on this show long enough to know that when someone starts to talk like that it’s bad news-

S: I know this.

Giulia: What the fuck is sam brain made off

Zee: Good question

S: It's from the Bible. It's -- it's Peter. Peter 5:8.

"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."

Well that sounds NICE

Zee: Trap?

Giulia: Oh come on

Zee: Trap

[enters Nick with an apron]

Giulia: OH FUCK YOU

N: What, no "hey"? "How ya been"?

Giulia: No fuck off nick

D: How?

N: Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me?

N: Sort of a funny story... and by "funny," I mean a lot of people died.

Giulia: Can they just kill him

Giulia: Dean just kill him

Zee: Valid question

Giulia: Mary can you be useful and just kill the bitch

N: I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison --

Giulia: Poor Donny

D: Where is he?!

N: Ooh, the angry voice.

Zee: Oh ok

Giulia: Yeees the angry voice

Giulia: I. Don’t. Like. Cas. Doing. Stuff. Alone.

A:Even for us Methuselah?  You sheltered him after the Fall.

Methy: I didn't "shelter" -- We were roommates.

Giulia: OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Methy: He made a mean lasagna

Zee: Loool

C: No. You'll tell me, or I'll burn this place to the ground. and you with it.

Giulia: *Shivers* yeeees

Zee: Kiddo

C: Is that really what you want?

Giulia: SHIVERS *YEEEEEEES*

OK BUT YOU GOTTA LOVE THE SLOW MOTION THO

Giulia: oh Sam baby

Giulia: YES

Giulia: YEEES

D: Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay?

D: not yet

Stellar content

Giulia: Let Sam kill that bitch

Zee: Let someone kill him

D: I don't know. If you ask me, that psycho's seen way too many '90s serial-killer movies.

S: The antidote is Prussian Blue

Giulia: *raising hand* Knew that

D: He said he wanted to talk. So let's talk.

Giulia&Zee: Oooh yeah let’s talk

Giulia: I’m sam

Sam’s like “ but Deeeeeean I wanna smash”

D: if Nick looks at you wrong, you're gonna waste him.

LET HIIIIIM

Giulia: Who cut Jared ‘s hair

Giulia: I dont like it

Zee: I need season 8 hair

S: Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who...

please babe ....can someone just hold him

M: Nick's choices are his. Just his.

M: You gave him a chance because you felt for him.....because you're a good man.

Giulia: Oh look at him being all cute when mary called him a good man

M: You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

Anael complainig about the dust while she’s an angel.

Giulia: LOL SHE S ME

ALSO WE ALL KNOW THAT DANNEEL LOVES CREEPY DOLLS

A: God's not gonna care.

Giulia: das true

A: I believed in Heaven. You know, our mission. I believed, Castiel. But then I got to Earth, and I saw that it wasn't the paradise God promised. I mean, there was so much hate...so much suffering.

A: Why wasn't he helping them? And do you know what he said?

A: "God doesn't meddle."

Zee: Doesn’t meddle

Giulia: Das also true

A: Well, I do. So I do.

C: And here I thought you just performed miracles for the money.

A: Well, you haven't been paying attention, then. I do them for me. I don't need Heaven. And I don't need God. And... I'm happy, Castiel.

LISTEN - I STAN ANAEL

C: Really? Because that sounds lonely.

Zee: We’re all lonely

A: because we're all alone. From ant to lion to human to angel. Every last one of us.

Giulia: SHE S ME

C: God reached down, and he brought me back to life.

A: So he saves one angel...and watches millions of people die screaming, every day. What does that say about him?

Giulia *sweats* : But he saves THE angel ok

Zee: Ouch

D: Where’s Donatello?

Giulia: That’s the content I want

N: I get you, Dean. You and me,we're almost like brothers, you know. Michael, you,Lucifer, me --

Giulia: NOT LIKE THIS

N: we both know what it's like to be hog-tied to a nuclear warhead, man.

Giulia: OH NOPE

Giulia: NICE

D: Cut the crap

N: You're never the same after something like that, are ya? Being one with one of them. It changes you. Makes you more than human. Come on, Dean, admit it. With Michael, you were a prince. Now you're just a broken Hunter.

Giulia: Another one

Zee: Demon dean vibes

Giulia: But also MoC tho

Giulia: So much demon dean

D: Come on, Nick. What's this all about?

D: He says he wants to talk to Jack...alone.

Giulia: His friggin’ cocoa puffs

Giulia: I don t like jack and nick alone Especially jack with no soul. Because let’s be real, he has so little of it ok

j: Sam?

S: I mean-

D: "I mean"? What do you mean, you mean

S: How's he even a threat?

Me: mmmm *opening big ass folder* where do I start?

Zee: Of course. He went there

N: Even your three dads -- how many innocent people you think they've killed?

Zee: Even your three dads

Giulia: Threee dads

Giulia: You broke his heart

N: I don't know. I don't -- I don't see it. I'm looking right at you, and I see nothing.

Zee: I see nothing

Giulia: Don t like that. Mmm mmm nope

Zee: Wth?

Giulia: He killed him

N: Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello.

oh...he did not kill him. oh bother

Zee: I’m done

Giulia: We ve been knew

A: Look, I just stepped on a rat, so --

Giulia: My babe

Zee: Say it like you  mean it tho

A: You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth.

C: The truth?

A: Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it.

i hate this

A: Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so...what do you say we call it a night?

HI YES I’M WRECKED BY CAS FACE RIGHT NOW, DON’T TOUCH ME

Giulia: Oh he lives

Giulia: OOOOH THAT THAAAAT

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: CRIES

Giulia: tell me he gives it to dean tho

Zee: He has to

Giulia:...OH wait that’s not the same tho , meh

C: God...I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me. But please. Sam, Dean -- we need you. Please.

Giulia: My heart .Cas broken voice

Giulia: Sigh

Giulia: Sob

Giulia: Cries

D: Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me -- 

N: Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me.

Giulia: Yeah to start

Giulia: It’s been swell

A: So, what are you gonna do now?

C: Go home.

Giulia: The bunker is his Hoooomeee

C: Go home and tell Sam and Dean the truth.

Zee: Can I have the bag?

C: Anael. You know, you're not <i>always</i> right. Just because God's not with us doesn't mean we're alone.

A:  Why? Because we all have each other?

C: Yes.

Giulia: SO CUTE

J: This was filled with angelic grace.

Zee: Can’t word. Sam needs to punch him

♪ Oh, Sammy boy, Sammy boy ♪

Giulia: Oh no Nick singing. Ptsd flashbacks from the crazy sam ♪ Your phone, your phone is calling ♪

Nick doing disgusting things

Giulia: OH WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: Cb radio. He’s awake

S: Y-You trying to communicate with someone?

N: Search your feelings.  Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore.

Giulia: fucking nick

Giulia: Fucking demons

Zee: Holy crap

Giulia: YES SAM. YES

Giulia: OH COME ON

Zee: Damn nick

Giulia: stop hitting sam’s head

Giulia: Fuck u nick

Giulia: DEAN is so calm and collected tho. MOC baby. I mean...look at his face while he’s kicking those demon’s asses. That looks way too cold ok. I don’t like it.

Zee: That final push. That’s what I saw on tumblr

Giulia: They need to stop hitting sam in the head

Giulia: DAMN IT NICK. i have 0 empathy for that bitch now. 0

Giulia: Oh come on. Fuck. Fuuuuck

Giulia: NO. MARY NO. FUCK

Zee: Jfc

Giulia: JESUS

Zee: Hell-o

Giulia: Again with the chicken wings

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Giulia: OUCH  but also YES and also NO

Giulia: Oh yeah Jack is definitely going in that box

Zee: He ded?

Giulia: I sure hope so

D: Hey. Hey. Come on. Stay with me now. We're just gonna play a little game.

D: We're gonna count, okay? We're gonna count.

D: Count with me. One.. two...

S: ...two...

D: Yeah, there you go...three.

S: You -- You always put -- You always put me first.

D:No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man.

Giulia: IM SCARED STOP IT

S: Your whole life...

D: Okay. All right. All right. Come on. Come on. Just count with me.

D: Sammy. Hey! Sam!

Zee: Wtf is going on?

J: Mary? I had to.

M: Sam -- Uh, he's hurt. Help him.

Giulia: YEAH OK THANK

Oh god Dean’s face. MEDIC MEDIC HELP

Giulia: oh poor Dean. I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC 

Zee: They should stop scaring people

J: Everything's gonna be fine.

Giulia: SAYS NO ONE EVER ON SPN WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES

Giulia: i don t like mary face

Zee: Is she scared of jack?

Giulia: She right to be But she shouldn’t be like that in front of him

J: Tell me it's okay.

M: It’s not

J: Leave me alone X9

Giulia: Can she just shut up. i mean she’s not wrong. But she should shut up

Giulia: ...SEE THEN THIS HAPPENS

Giulia: Oh

Giulia: Nope

Giulia: Dont like this

[after episode]

Giulia: PROMO

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: I HATE IT

Zee: Did Dean just tell Cas that he failed him??!!!

Giulia: No cas said that , fucking Dean said : you are dead to me

Giulia: WHICH IS WAY WORSE

Zee: Yeah that

Giulia: AND MY HEART HURTS

Zee: Can’t type

Giulia: I WANNA CRY AND I’M ANGRY AT DEAN

Giulia: i didn’t need to see that

Giulia: I can’t hear anything else

Giulia: I can’t unhear that

.

.

.SO IS NEXT THURSDAY ALREADY CANCELLED?

BECAUSE FOR ME IT IS I DON’T GIVE A SHIT . 

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FUCK YOU DEAN , FUCK YOU.

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A Bundle of Secrets Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Cameron could not stop pacing back and forth. Two days ago, the only family he had was his Deception team... and Kay when he really thought about it. However now, not only did he gain and lose a sister within the same five minutes, there was now a completely innocent little girl who only family left seemed to be Cam. Finally, after a good ten minutes of sitting in shocked silence, Dina spoke up, “Cameron?”

Cameron’s attention suddenly to the worried faces all looking at him. He took a deep breath, “If you’re gonna ask me whether or not I’m okay... I’m not.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that. We already know that this is hard for you. It’s hard for all of us.”

Gunter, who hadn’t said much since Farrah came into the archive, “But you need to remember that we are a team and if that means taking care of that little girl whose parents were so cruelly taken from her, so be it”

Cameron smiled at his father-figure, “Thanks Gunter but... now that I know, I have to step up for Farrah. I just don’t know how to.”

Gunter rolled his eyes, “That’s why you have us, you dummy.”

Cameron gave a small chuckle then realized something, “Where’s Kay? And where’s Farrah?”

“Kay went to go change Farrah’s diaper. Poor little thing was fidgeting a lot. She’s very calm” Dina answered.

“Where did they go?”

“I think they went into the powder room but Kay said she’d keep the door open” Replied Dina with a knowing expression on her face. Cameron ignored it went off to see if Kay and Farrah were there.

“Five bucks says he makes a move.” Whispered Jordan

“Five bucks says she makes a move.” Gunter whispered back

“Ten bucks says both of them chicken out of making a move” Dina said upping the ante.

Gunter and Jordan looked at each other then at Dina, “You’re on.” They both exclaimed.

When Cam found Kay, Dina was right, she had kept the door open and she was finishing up with the diaper changing and seems to be talking to the baby so he just leaned by the doorway and listened, “You’ve been such a little angel, yes you have.” She cooed at Farrah causing Cam to smile, “I know a lot of things are going to change for you now but I want you to know that you are in the best hands. Your Uncle Cameron is a good man. I trust him with my life” Those words made Cam’s heart flip a little in his chest, “He might not know exactly what to do at first but give him time and he always comes through and tries to make sure that everyone is happy... even if he’s not” Kay suddenly noticed Cam in the doorway, picked up Farrah and placed her on her hip and gave Cam a smile, “He’s selfless like that.” Cameron didn’t say anything. He just gave a grateful smile took two steps forward and hugged Kay and by association, Farrah. “Cam?” Kay asked softly.

“Thank you.” He whispered softly as he quickly let go, realizing just where they were. Cameron cleared his throat, trying to ignore the light blush that seemed to be resting on Kay’s cheeks, it wasn’t helping him keep her at a distance. She deserved better than him. “So.”

Kay gave a slight chuckle, “So.”

“I was gonna go get some baby stuff for Farrah and I thought you could come with me so I could get your opinion on what to get.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Cam shrugged, “The usual stuff, a crib, car seat, changing table, clothes, maybe a few toys”

“Well, we are still waiting to hear back from the lab about some stuff. I guess I could join you.”

Dina smirked as she, Gunter and Jordan watched Cameron, Kay and Farrah walk out the door shouting a quick good bye, clearly both having chickened out on making a move, “Pay up boys!” The two men rolled their eyes and each handed Dina a ten dollar bill.

Cam and Kay pulled up to the closest Babies-R-Us and went inside. They took a cart and placed Farrah in that baby basket seat and went to shop around. They picked out a sturdy car seat, a nice white crib with a light pink and blue bedding to go with it, and a pretty standard changing table. Kay reminded Cam that he needed a stroller so he got the best one her could find. They went to the clothes section, Cam picked out a few fun bibs along with some hair accessories while Kay got a few t-shirts, pants, and dresses for Farrah. Cameron picked up one of the t-shirt and pants combos and furrowed his brows, “Kay?”

“Yeah?” She replied as she checked on Farrah.

He raised an eyebrow as he turned the clothing set around; it was a set with red pants with white stars and a black t-shirt with the words ‘Ta-Da’ written in white. “Really?”

Kay laughed and nodded, “Let her learn about your dramatic flair early.”

“Oh ha, ha, ha. You’re hilarious Kay.” He said trying to contain a smile.

A little later, while they waiting in line, they were both trying to entertain Farrah with Cameron making funny faces and Kay giving her a little tickle every now and then. An elderly woman in front of them spoke up, “Hello, I’m sorry to bother you.”

Kay replied, “Oh, I’m sorry, are we being too loud?”

The woman waved her hand, “Oh, not at all, I just wanted to say that you have a very adorable child.”

“Oh, Thank you, well, actually-” Cameron tried to explain.

“I generally don’t see such a well-behaved baby but judging by her parents, I’d say it makes sense. You two seem very happy together”

“Oh, you see-” Kay tried to explain but was interrupted by the speakers telling the woman to please proceed to Register Nine.

“That’s my cue, enjoy your day you three.”

“Uh thank you.” Kay replied. It suddenly became very quiet between her and Cameron as he paid for the items and Kay took Farrah out of the cart and placed her in the new stroller.

When they got to Kay’s car, they still didn’t say a word. That is, until, Cameron spoke up, “So that lady thought we were together and that Farrah was our daughter... crazy right?” He said as he secured the car seat.

“Yeah... crazy.” Kay said subconsciously brushing her hair behind her ear. “So I guess when I drop you off at your place, I’ll just help you get all this inside then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Cameron looked confused as he took Farrah from the stroller and carefully placed her in the car seat, “Why don’t you stay for dinner? I can order a pizza.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose or anything.”

“Impose? Kay, come on, I like having you around. Plus, you could help me set up the crib.” Cameron joked, “Plus I’d rather you help me eat a pizza than eat the whole thing with shame.”

Kay laughed at that last remark making Cameron smile, “Well then, I guess we’re eating pizza at your place then.”

“Darn straight we are!”

Kay raised an eyebrow, “Darn?”

“There is a child present Kay!” He joked as he placed the rest of the items in the trunk of the car.

They drove to Cameron’s apartment and took almost everything with them, leaving the stroller and car seat in the car. In the apartment, Cam was sitting on the ground in his spare bedroom trying to figure out how to put the crib together while Kay sat crossed-legged across from Cam with Farrah on her lap as she jingled her keys for the little girl. “I think I got it now but I don’t know if I can finish it for tonight.” Cam said, scratching his head.

“It’s too bad we can’t use Farrah’s crib but it was broken.”

“Broken?”

“When the killer entered the apartment, they ransacked the whole place. Including Farrah’s room.”

“I hope we find the coward! They deserves to rot in jail for what they did.” Cam shook his head, “Now if only I could figure out how to put this forsaken thing together!”

“It’s a good thing you picked out that cushioned play pen for Farrah so they is somewhere that she could technically sleep in just for tonight, maybe you should set that up first.”

Cam nodded, “Good idea.” He went to set up the play pen in the living room

Just then, Kay’s phone rang, “Hello? Hey Mike. ...Uh-huh. ...Uh-huh. ...Uh-huh. Good to know, thanks Mike, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kay put her phone down on her lap causing Farrah to pick it up and just play around with it.

“What was that about?” Cameron asked as he re-entered the spare room.

“So good news is that the bullets used on Fiona and Shawn were from the same gun meaning that it was the same murder weapon.”

“And the bad news?”

“It doesn’t mean that it was the same killer.”

“Any suspects so far?”

“We’re trying to find out what these two did for a living and go from there but for now, Mike and I will be going to Shawn’s next of kin for more information.”

“Shawn’s parents are still alive?” Cameron asked incredulously.

Kay nodded, “Yes but according to what we could see in the home, there were no pictures of parents so something tells me that they weren’t very active in their son’s life lately.”

A little later, Cam had set up the play pen in front of the couch and Kay had ordered that pizza. Kay put Farrah in the pen along with a few toys to keep her occupied but the baby soon feel asleep and the two of them collapsed on the couch, suddenly realizing that they were tired. “You okay?” Kay asked sitting up, facing him, placing an arm on the back pillow.

Cam turned his face her “Yeah... I guess. Just... still processing everything.” He adjusted himself so his body was facing Kay as well and placed an arm on the back pillow as well, “It’s just... so much has changed about my life in just one day. I mean if you had told me yesterday that I had a sister, I would’ve had said you were crazy. I can’t help but think that things might have ended differently for Fiona if I had known”

Kay placed her hand on top of his, “Well, I know that if you had known you had family out there, you would have fought tooth and nail to make sure they lived a good life. I mean, just look at what you’re doing for Farrah. No one had to even tell you that her care essentially falls to you now, you just accepted it and you have not complained about it once!” Cameron smiled at her and took the hand that was under hers and intertwined their fingers causing both their cheeks to gain a slight pink colour. “What?”

“You make me smile, that’s all.” They locked eyes as Cam said something else, “I don’t know what it is but working with you is always the best part of my day and I just... I’m happy when you’re around Kay.”

Kay saw that there was something in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before but she wasn’t sure what it was, “You make me happy too Cameron. I honestly look forward to cases when I get to work with you.”

They both started moving closer to each other without even realizing it until their knees brushed together. Cameron cleared his throat, never taking his eyes off her, “Kay, I...”

“Yes?” She asked searching his face as if trying to figure out what he was going to say.

“Kay, I... there’s something I need to tell you.” Cameron said, his voice almost in a whisper, leaning in slightly as Kay did the same.

“Tell me.” She whispered back.

“I don’t know how...”

Kay bit her lip which drove Cameron crazy, “C-can you show me?” She asked with hesitation.

Cameron nodded as he leaned in until their noses were touching, “If... if you want me to stop... now’s kinda the time.” Kay shook her head ever slightly, worried that if she moved too much, she would break this... thing they had just created. When Cam closed his eyes, she did the same and he lightly pressed his lips against hers. When Kay didn’t recoil or even move, he pressed on her lips a bit harder while taking his other hand and cupping her cheek with it as Kay’s other hand moved to be placed on his shoulder. Call them crazy but they both felt something that they had never felt before. After a few moments, Kay pulled back for air, much to Cameron’s disappointment. They didn’t move from their position however. Cam’s thumb stroked her cheek as he looked into her shining eyes, “That was... wow...”

“Yeah... wow...” Kay replied, almost speechless. Cam began to lean in again when the doorbell rang.

What will become of Cam and Kay’s strictly professional relationship now? One might wonder... Yeah... I’m a teaser.

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[knightofameris]

goodmorning dhaksneksjd I LOVE CREATING YOUR OWN AU’s oh god i used to do that with freaking stranger things. PLS. i hate it here. grrr i just love tony stark (‘:

ima admit something fhskdnd i never read the comics so i don’t really have an opinion on these types of things but!! i can say that they definitely could’ve casted someone younger. and the only reason i really prefer peter parker is bc i’ve only seen those movies )): i never had a chance to watch miles’ story or toby mguire (is that how u spell his name—) i would honestly love to if i was given the chance but it’s never been presented to me so ):

this is a very unpopular opinion on marvel but i really liked antman and wasp JDJAJSS idk how to feel about how it fits into the MCU timeline but i liked it as its own movie. i thought it was really cool (‘: i’ll be rambling abt cute chem boy in a different post bc it’s LONG oopsies

—🧸<3

good MORNING BUT REALLY GOOD NIGHT? i finished my project so i am finally letting myself treat myself by REPLYING LMAO i’m sorry AHHH

PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY AU’S,,,,,, I HAVE A HAIKYUU AU WITH MY FRIENDS PLANNED OUT IT’S BASICALLY JUST A SELF-INSERT BUT LIKE. IM THE ONLY WRITER SO IT’S ALL JUST ME WRITING IT. WHICH IS FINE. SOME OF MY FRIENDS FEED ME IDEAS AND I WRITE NOTES DOWN TO MAKE SURE I GET TO IT. my marvel au is with some really old friends and one of them is part of the haikyuu au as well LOL. and basically every fandom i was ever really into, i just, i guarantee you i have an au either written (partially) or somewhere in my noggin (currently trying to come up with something for genshin impact with my friends too lOL)

and pls. i would. i would like tony stark as my dad PLEASE. he’s just neat yk?

AND OMG NO DON’T WORRY. i didn't even read comics until 2018? and i was into marvel since 2012 soooooooo DON’T WORRY. even then, i just read the hawkeye comics cus kate bishop is the only one i care about (maybe clint i guess) now. i love her. so so so much. AND NO I GET IT TOO. I STILL LOVE TOM HOLLAND’S PETER PARKER. it’s totally possible to criticize a media you love, and even then you can be aware of the flaws but you don’t have to point it out to people who are like “you know the >>media<< you like is flawed right?” you can just enjoy it to enjoy it! again, marvel, i will always have t h o u g h t s SO IF YOU. IF YOU BRING IT UP I WILL RAMBLE I’M SORRY  LMAOOO 

and dude i-i grew up with toby’s spiderman and still always fucking up his last name. maguire? i think??? im not googling it for the sake of it either be an actual fuck up or actually being right LMAO i liked andrew garfield’s spider-man tbh! he had lots of potential i think lul 

NO I ALSO LOVED ANTMAN AND THE WASP, IDK WHY PEOPLE DON T LIKE IT. ALSO i really love evangeline lilly and just, hope in general? like hope is so wonderful i love her so much. i love the ant man movies cus they’re just fun. im tired of dark and gritty just let me laugh at something stupid lmao 

#please im sorry #i will ramble about marvel #i would ramble about haikyuu but like #i did that a lot already too so LOOOOL #plus all im in the mood to write for is just haikyuu soooooooo #a.responds #from.🧸 #a.anonfamily!! #from.nonnie

[victorcrystalgem]

Hey so I made a post earlier today and in the tags I asked myself if the MCU movies pass the Bechdel test and I went on with my life because whatever, I don't even care much about the MCU anymore.

But still, I was very curious about it so I looked it up lol.

Here's a link to the article.

And also the "data" cause I know it's annoying to have to click on a link and go to a new tab to read this stuff, especially on mobile:

"The Incredible Hulk (2008) 👎

Fail. There really isn’t any named female character besides Betty.

Iron Man (2008) 👎

Fail. Pepper and the journalist had a conversation, but it was about Tony.

Iron Man 2 (2010) 👍

Pass. Natasha and Pepper talk briefly about business.

Thor (2011) 👍

Pass. Jane and Darcy talk about physics for a bit, but mostly they talk about Thor.

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) 👎

Fail. There is only one named female character Peggy Carter.

The Avengers (2012) 👎

There are three named female characters (though Maria Hill is only known as Agent Hill). They never talk to each other though.

Iron Man 3 (2013) 👍

Pass. Pepper and Maya briefly talk about her work.

Thor: The Dark World (2013) 👍

Pass. In this film there are four named female characters: Jane, Darcy, Frida, Sif.  Jane and Darcy and Jane and Frigga talk about science together.

Captain America: Winter Soldier (2014) ?

Pass. Hill and Natasha talk about the bullet that killed Fury.

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) 👍

Pass. Nebula and Gamora talk at the beginning about who should bring the orb to the blue guy. (???)

Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) ?

Dubious Pass. Natasha does have a conversation with Madame B at the red center in a flashback scene, but the madame was only named in the credits so it doesn’t count. Natasha does have a brief conversation with Laura about the sex of her baby. So technically it passes, only just.

Ant- Man (2015) 👎

Fail. There are only two named female characters in the film and they don’t talk to each other. Scott’s ex-wife Maggie talks to her daughter for a bit, but I only count grown women for this test.

Captain America: Civil War (2016) 👎

Fail. Natasha and Wanda don’t talk to each other throughout the movie. There is also aunt May, but she only talks to Tony and Peter.

Doctor Strange (2016) 👎

Fail. There are only two named female characters in this movie: Christine and the Antient One (yes, I count that as a name), but they don’t even meet in the movie.

Guardians of the Galaxy (2017) 👍

Pass. Gamora and The Sovereign talk for a bit.

Spider- Man: Homecoming (2017) 👎

Fail. There are three named female characters in the movie: aunt May, MJ and Liz, but they don’t talk to each other.

Thor: Ragnarok (2017) 👎

Fail. There are two-three named female characters in the movie: Hela and Valkyrie, but, you guessed it, they don’t talk to each other.

Black Panther (2018) 👍

Pass. There are several named female characters and they do talk to each other, although it is mostly about T’challa.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) 👎

Fail. There are several named female character in this movie, and surprisingly they don¨t talk to each other.

Ant- Man and the Wasp (2018) 👍

Pass. I don¨t want to give out any spoilers about the movie, since I haven’t even seen it yet, but apparently Hope and her mother talk a bit about science."

(Spiderman ffh isn't in this list but I'm pretty sure it doesn't pass)

This ain't a "Is this movie feminist?" checklist, it's just the Bechdel test, it doesn't tell you about the female characters that appear in these movies, it's literally just the Bechdel test. It tells you if at least two women appear in each film and if they talk to each other about something else than men, and that's something you might wanna know to know if you wanna watch these movies.

There are btw films on this list that don't pass the Bechdel test but still have compelling female characters (like captain America: TFA, which only has Peggy, but Peggy is great and good enough and I love her and she deserves better than. Fucking endg*me final scene 😒).

There's also films that pass this test but I wouldn't even touch with a stick if I wanted to watch a film with good female characters (like iron man 2 ugh, Natasha deserves better than to be the "kick ass and look sexy while you do it" type of character fuck whoever wrote this movie).

Either way I hope this helps someone, thanks for reading lol.

#Bechdel test #MCU #MCU movies #marvel #I want this post to be seen to have more people to complain about endgame with

[writeyouin]

Could I get a Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader request where the Male!Reader is the younger teenage brother of Scott Lang/Ant-Man who gets caught up in the events of Civil War alongside his brother. Donning a reengineered Yellowjacket suit, the Male!Reader helps Team Cap fight Team Iron Man whilst developing feelings for Wanda who develops feelings for him as well. Thanks!

WandaMaximoff X Reader – Love in War

A/N – With much snot and othergross stuff, ‘tis finished. Also, it’s not set to a specific gender.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You tinkered with the Yellow Jacket suit, rewiring the broken mechanisms with a soldering iron in one of Hank Pym’s many mansion rooms, disbelieving how lucky you were to be asked to work on it. In fairness, Hank could have hired a million better people to work on the suit but thanks to your brother Scott, who Hank had chosen as the new Ant Man, you got first dibs on the second suit.

“C'MON WE GOTTA GO NOW, GRAB THE SUIT and GO, GO, GO!” Scott screamed excitedly, running into the room and making you drop the soldering iron, scorching the floor beneath it.

“Crap!” You startled, turning off the iron and getting up to face your brother. “What the hell Scott?!”

“Grab your suit and let’s go, we’ve got a fight to win,” Scott breathed, clearly still excited.

“What? I can’t fight yet, are you crazy? I’ve barely had any training and the suit’s only half functional right now and-”

“Shut up and listen. Captain America just recruited us to fight for him. Freaking Captain America! So get your ass up and let’s go.”

You paled, “C-c-captain America? For real? This isn’t some twisted prank, right? This really happened?”

“Would I lie to you?”

You crossed your arms and stared at him; yes, yes he would.

Scott threw up his arms, “Alright, yeah but not about this!”

You paused momentarily, he had a point, the few things he never lied or joked about were your niece, his time in prison, and anything that would put you in actual danger; this fell into the latter category. That meant that Captain America had really recruited the two of you to fight for him.

“Holy Shit,” You gasped, “This is huge. Who the hell are we fighting?”

Scott’s face dropped the way it always did when bad news was coming.

“Oh you know, uh just Iron Man and a few other Avengers.”

“ARE YOU INSANE?! WE CAN’T FIGHT AVENGERS SCOTT.”

“WE CAN IF ANOTHER AVENGER ASKED US TO, IT BALANCES OUT.”

“NO! NO WAY, I’M NOT DOING THIS, NOT EVEN FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA.”

You moved to leave the room, Scott jumped in front of you with pleading eyes, “Then how about doing it for your big brother?”

You growled, either way he was going and although Scott could handle himself, you’d rather be there to babysit him. “Damn it Scott, God love you man because-”

“-no one else will,” he beamed, finishing the saying.

You grabbed the Yellow Jacket suit, shoving it into a duffel bag and looking to your brother, with a grin.

“What?” Scott eyed you up cautiously.

“Race you!” You darted out the room, closely followed by Scott who was shouting after you about how it wasn’t a real race if you didn’t start simultaneously.

You lined up in a team of Captain America, Hawkeye, Falcon, The Winter Soldier, Scarlet Witch, Ant Man, and now you, the new and improved Yellow Jacket. You knew the other team members from briefings with Hank and from your brother’s stories; especially one of Falcon, who didn’t look too pleased to see the two of you.

On the other side of the field stood Iron Man, War Machine, Black Widow, Vision, and Black Panther; a lot of whom you’d learned about from Captain America on the way over. To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement. You’d been prepared to fight criminals and bank robbers; nothing could have prepared you to combat the Avengers. Scarlett Witch or Wanda Maximoff as she’d already introduced herself sensed your reservations; she didn’t have to use her powers to do so, it was etched onto your face.

“If you’re not prepared to fight, you should leave,” she advised pityingly.

“How can you be prepared for something like this?” You asked. “They’re your friends, right?”

“Don’t judge me, this needs fixing.”

“I’m not judging you, I’m here to set the record straight, just like you.”

“Why? You don’t owe anyone here anything?”

“See that idiot there who calls himself Ant Man?”

Wanda leaned forward, looking past you to Ant Man, she nodded.

“Stupid git’s my brother. I’d do anything for him; it’s a sibling thing.”

Wanda felt a sudden surge of respect for you. She knew exactly what you meant, it had been the same between her and Pietro when he was alive. Before she could commend you on the one thing she knew you had in common, the battle began.

Switching continuously between being tiny and your actual size made you a difficult target to hit whilst allowing you to throw punches left, right and centre. Initially, you’d felt bad fighting against those you’d come to admired as Earth’s defenders, then Iron Man had made a pot shot about your suit and things got personal. On top of that, you felt the need to impress Wanda, not that you were sure why. She was like a distraction, one you’d often find yourself checking the field for to make sure she was safe.

As it happened, it wasn’t the other team she needed protecting from, it was your brother who almost killed her. You watched in awe as he transformed into a giant, wondering about how the science could apply to your own suit when he took a step back. Wanda, faced away from him, was concentrating on Vision. You dashed across the air field, tackling her over in the nick of time, Scott’s foot crashed down where she would have been.

“DUDE, WATCH OUT NEXT TIME!” You yelled indignantly at your brother.

“My bad,” Scott apologised, embarrassed. “Not used to working on a team.

You shook your head, turning your attention to Wanda, “You okay?”

She nodded breathlessly, pushing you off her and getting up, “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” You turned small again, jumping back into the fray of battle.

Wanda scanned the field momentarily, as if she’d be able to spot you. She didn’t understand the distraction she felt; why should she be so concerned with you when she barely knew you?

After delivering a swift punch to War Machine, you withdrew to the side-lines, using a plane for cover. Your suit wasn’t responding as it should, the time between changes was lagging, causing you trouble with unpredictability; on top of that, a mystery player had entered the fight, one who called himself Spider Man. You rocketed from the bug size you’d been back to normal, just in time to hit your head on the underside of the plane.

“What was that?” Wanda demanded, running under the plane to meet you.

“Suit malfunction,” You mumbled, rubbing the back of your head.

“You came here with a broken suit?”

“Hey, I was fixing it in the damn van, I just didn’t have the time or equipment to finish the job.”

“What will you do?”

“Get back into the fight.”

“You’re crazy, you can’t finish this with damaged equipment, go home before you get hurt.”

“And leave my brother? Not a chance.”

“You’ll be safer if-”

“Why do you care if I’m safe or have you given this little pep talk to everyone?”

Wanda fell silent, you were about to continue with another sarcastic comment when you really looked at her face, seeing her expression; you’d hurt her feelings. In an attempt to make up for it, you spoke rather sheepishly, “I uh… I appreciate your concern but you should watch out for yourself more, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you either.”

“I can’t do that; your suit is broken.”

“Then how about I watch your back, you watch mine and we both get dinner or something after,” You rushed through then sentence, leaving her little time to think.

“Done- wait, dinner!”

“Cool, how about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow!”

“Glad we agree, catch you on the flip side,” You ran into the fight again, hiding your grin; every hit you took from there didn’t matter, it was worth it just for the thoughts of tomorrow.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #marvel #avengers #scott lang #ant man #love in war #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #reader insert #Anonymous

[confundida25]

I´m so tyred of the MCU

Like for real, when Avengers come out it was like a dream come true, i was that girl who scream crazy when the helicarrier fly but... they are sooooo many movies now, is no new, i feel like every 3 or fours months i´m watching the same movie over and over.

I mean, i never really like iron man, not the first or the second, the third one likes me a little more but really nothing special, and i just to look for these movies almost religius, i love winter soldier, and like  avengers, i watch the shorts, the tv series, yess. i watch the first 3 seasons of SHIELD and all Peggy Carther and i remember be so exited, but now i just don´t care.

Everything i suppose beggins whit the awful ultron movie, i mean, it was a mess and just so bad, but still i see it, i didn´t see Doctor strange and i freaking love magician, i adore witches and... i cosplay harry potter caracthers¡ i  have spellcaster deck¡ magician i like my jam but nope, marvel just make the movie so bland and generic that i didnt found the energy to go to the teather and watch it. 

And now, i don´t know, i watch spiderman because all my friends and my sister and my husband are huge fans and it was ok... it wasnt great, no awful, just bla.... and i didn´t know why my apathy for something that i really enjoy before. 

But then my sister pointing out, the thing that come out just betwen ultron and doctor strange : ANTMAN,  they mess up ant man, and antman was (and still is) my favorite, yes and i must be the only one that really was hoping for an ant man movie, it was a great caracther with so many matices and a interesting story and marvel just trought all that make the caracther unique and make the stupid “who stole the antman” story line and they did it complete wrong, you know what i´m talking about, hank is not mad and jannet is not even in the movie and even when i love the ants and the shrink and everything they put the stupid bald evil bussines man thing and i just..... im so tyred of that. 

So yea... they ruin my fave and i resent them but today, TODAY i hear that the first trailer of Antman and the Wasp come out and i feel that old entusiastic me scream inside, but what is my surprise.... 

IS A COMERCIAL ABOUT THE PRODUCTION 

I´m not fucking joking, no, is not a first trailer, is a announce about the produccion of the movie, they feel the necesity of tell me that they are producing the movie. 

Marvel, honey.... i know you are producing the movie, i know, everyone know, what is your godam problem?? you are like an insecure teenage who announce that they are thinking in do something for instagram every half an hour. 

CALL ME ONE YOU HAVE A REAL TRAILER¡ what the hell was that??

I´m so angry because i´m sure they are gonna ruin wasp, they are gonna complete ruin her, i have no doub. 

So werever... probably i´m gonna see this movie anyway but... ugh.. stupid MCU, stupid pg13... it was too much to ask that hank was a mad psyco with a doble evil personality? that the ants actually eat someone? all that speech about rehab bad guys? the conflic profund and deeple personality of a tormente genuis? no.. nothing? a friendly old mentor and an missundersteand thief and the hot daughtes that is the romantic interes? 

Why Wasp wasn´t the fucking antman?? like literaly why?? why she have to ask for the suit? why she didn´t stole the suit from his old mysoginst father?? And don´t come here with “ooooo it wasn´t because she was a girl.. is the story blablablabla” because marvel couldnt hide his hate for women in this movie. this would be a movie about wasp and it would be a tousan times better, more compeling and emotional but nooooooo we need the white guy to save the day.

Angyway.. sorry for my rant, i´m just so mad because that stupid “trailer” 

#antman and the wasp #mcu #tyred