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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Being tom’s costar & him setting you up with his brother, Harry. Maybe reader keeps saying no because she thinks Tom is asking her out

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combined with another request (hope you don’t mind)

Reader is dating Harry & Nikki like doesn’t her because she’s tom’s love interest in a movie. Harry & Tom defend reader

wc: a fat 3k (sorry lmfao took this too far)

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When you were first called in for a dry run through of a script that would later be your next movie, you didn’t expect Marvel’s very own Spider-man to be there too. Of course, he didn’t expect you there either, but you were still pleasantly surprised that the director had called in for willing or suggested actors.

The two of you immediately hit it off, clicking on screen and off screen. And though you were playing lovers in front of the camera, your relationship with Tom was strictly platonic — and you were glad he was on the same page.

That didn’t, however, mean Tom wasn’t completely involved with your love life. After returning to your trailer directly after a date, Tom was waiting for you — and wondering where the hell you’d been. You confessed you’d gone out with someone, but the date wasn’t smooth and they weren’t your type at all. The date went pretty badly, and Tom pointed out later. Ever since then, he’d ask you if you were going on another date.

It had been a month and a half since then, and though you were ready for a relationship mentally, you knew it might be hard with all the press you and Tom would be doing around the world. You weren’t sure why you would be going on tour, though — it was a recreation of Sandra Bullock’s film While You Were Sleeping. Tom and you were popular enough as it was — a tour simply didn’t seem necessary. But, alas, you complied with your manager’s advice.

“Sooo…” Tom followed you into your trailer. It was around eight o’clock, and he was using the voice he used whenever he wanted something from you. “Are you seeing anybody?”

It had been about two weeks since the last time he’d asked, and you were already rolling your eyes. “No, Tom. I’m not interested in whatever offer you’re about to make.”

“But Y/N!” He whined, pouting. “I know somebody who’s perfect for you!”

“As perfect for me as Andrew from the Uncharted crew?” You raise a brow, setting your purse down while Tom huffs.

“He wasn’t that bad! How was I supposed to know that he doesn’t wash his beard?” “That seems like common knowledge to me, Tom!” You’re trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the conversation. “I could smell it from across the table!”

“Alright, alright.” Tom winces at the details. “I’m sorry about that one. But this time, I’m sure of it.”

“I swear to god if you pull some weird cliche shit and say yourself, I’m going to kick you out of my trailer.” You deadpan, pouring yourself from coffee from the brewer he’d just used while you were out.

“It’s not me, Y/N/N.”

“Yeah, but you keep giving me dates with people that aren’t my type and then saying you have someone better. What if you’re buttering me up?” You smirk from behind the mug, sipping it smoothly. He rolls his eyes, but blushes nonetheless.

“It’s not me.”

“Whatever you say, Spidey.”

He rolls his eyes again, sighing dramatically before heading towards the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“For what? Our date?”

“Quit teasing me!” He spins around, body halfway out the trailer entrance. “I meant ‘I’ll see you on set.’” You laugh wholeheartedly, waving to the brunette as he leaves you alone for the night. When you awake, you’re due early for a shower and straight to hair and makeup. You’re not sure why your character always wakes up so damn early just to work in a train station, but you comply with the director.

“G’morning.” You greet the assistant director with a smile, bagel in one hand and your script in the other.

“Morning,” He smiles before offering you some coffee. “Coffee?”

“Please?” You smile wider at the mention of the beverage, internally cheering as he makes your order — he’s memorized all of the crew’s by now, and it’s truly astonishing. You take up a conversation with him while you wait for your day to begin.

Tom comes in through the double doors, spotting you immediately — with another boy. He races over as quickly as he can manage with his tired body and with what’s left of his dignity. He doesn’t want to seem too eager, but he really thinks he’s found a promising boyfriend for you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He greets before his jaw clenches subtly. “Morning Conor.”

Conor nods at him before pouring another cup of coffee for the Brit. You’re rolling your eyes at Tom — you know him well enough to know when he’s feeling anything but positively.

“Excuse us,” You smile apologetically at Conor. “I have a part of the script I’d like to talk to Tom about before we start.” Conor nods understandingly, and you pull Tom aside, walking behind the sets while you angrily sip your coffee. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so dry to the crew that happens to talk to me.”

“I wasn’t dry!” Tom defends, shoving his free hand in his jacket pocket.

“Then what do you call that?” You gesture behind you with the roll of your eyes. “I thought we were on the same page about our relationship, here. I don’t like you in a romantical way, and I’d prefer it if you’d keep that base of our relationship out of work.”

“Y/N, Y/N.” He’s wide eyed, hands gesturing for you to slow down and listen to him. “I don’t like you in that way. I just… think I know somebody who you’ll really get along with.”

You groan. “Tom, you’re a shit matchmaker. Y’know that?” He gasps at your response, feigning offense. “Look, I’m being real with you! Nobody you’ve set me up with has lasted more than a week. You suck at this job, Cupid.”

Tom rolls his eyes but stops you from walking any further, grasping your arm to turn you in his exact direction. “Look, just trust me on this one?”

You ponder the idea almost with your body, head tilting in unsureness. “I don’t know…”

“Please,” He’s practically whining now. “Please, just… one more date?”

“Fine.” “Yay.” He smiles in victory just as the two of you are called back onto set. With heavy feet, you drag yourself to set, but this time, you can’t help but feel a little hopeful. Don’t fuck this up, Cupid.

You’d wrapped up filming last week, and the director’s were quite positive you wouldn’t need to come back in later for reshoots. So, you were flying out of Chicago and down to Atlanta with Tom for the weekend. He was going to “introduce you to his next option.” You still didn’t trust him, but you didn’t have any immediate projects, so you agreed anyways.

Tom was due to start filming Spider-man 3 on the upcoming Monday, so you knew you’d be going to the airport alone on your last night — that is, if things didn’t work out with this new date.

After receiving a text from Tom to be ready by eight o’clock, you’d showered and done your makeup. Settling on an outfit wasn’t as difficult because you had only what you brought with you. You were driving down to Tom’s rental home — apparently Marvel Studios always rented him that one — by seven forty-five. You were driving a rental car, and you mentally kicked yourself for not bringing a jacket in the middle of winter.

Parking in the open driveway, you rang the doorbell. Tom swung the door open, hair slicked back and trousers fitted nicely. You rolled your eyes with a groan, and before Tom could even greet you, you complained.

“Tom, I told you I’m not going on a fucking date with you- please ju-”

“No, no, no, love.” He laughed. “C’mon in, it’s game night with me and the boys. Your boy is inside waiting for you.”

You looked at him skeptically before walking up the steps and through the door. Tom led you through a rather modern-looking house, through an extremely large kitchen and into a back den room with a poker table. You rolled your eyes, but your facade dropped in the immediate moment where all eyes turned to you.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my co-star in that rom-com we just wrapped.” You saw Zendaya smile and wave, Jacob greeting you with a cheerful “hi!” and then you saw a freckled boy with red hair and immediately felt butterflies tickle your stomach. “Y/N, this is Harry. The guy I told you about.”

You wanted to curse at Tom for practically keeping this guy a secret. You wanted to curse him for setting you up with all those other tramps instead of this gorgeous boy right here. You wanted to curse at Tom for-

“This is my brother, Harry. Harry, this is Y/N, the girl I told you about.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out at his words, for reasons being that this “Harry” is his brother and that he’s talked about you to him. Keep your cool, Y/N.

“Uh, hi.” You nervously laugh, stepping forward to shake his hand. Harry smirks at you, hand reaching up as his lanky fingers make contact with yours, shaking from his seat without even standing.

“Hey.” His voice is deeper than Tom’s and it catches you by surprise. Tom had told you about his three younger brothers, but he never mentioned specific details like the ones you’re noticing now.

“Right then,” Tom clasps his hands together. “Y/N, you can share the seat with Harry while I get the drinks.”

You nod and try not to come off as too flustered, heart pounding against your chest, palms sweating. They’ve pulled up a loveseat to the poker table, suitable for two people, or two lovers. You wince at your own self, wanting to kick yourself again. But you don’t, instead sliding in next to Harry. He smiles, removing the toothpick that was sitting on the side of his mouth, sticking out like a truck driver. He throws it, and it lands directly into the garbage bin. You bite your lip and begin the game.

You end up staying in Atlanta for a lot longer than your two-day trip for the weekend. You’re there for a total of four weeks, and you’ve spent practically every hour with Harry. You were in a hotel for the first four and a half days before Tom had groaned at you leaving at one in the morning again, telling you to stay in Harry’s room and stop wasting your money on lousy hotels. The proposition made you giddy inside (and nervous, but they didn’t need to know that), and when Harry smirked at the idea, encouraging it too, you agreed.

So, you spent practically four weeks in Harry’s room, giggling at jokes and cuddling and watching movies and taking pictures. He’d taken you to set too, showing you around, talking nonstop about his cameras and their many different lenses.

The Spider-man crew was dispersing for a two week break, and Harry had already decided that you were going with him and Tom back to London.

“Love, are you ready?” Harry called for you from the bathroom connected to his bedroom. You shouted back your reply, zipping up your final suitcase while he walked back into the room.

You knew that after your trip to London, Harry would have to go back to work and you’d have to go home before starting your next project. But you didn’t care — the two of you had already discussed long distance relationships before confirming yours; you could make it work.

You would land in London by your two-month mark, you realized with a smile. Harry gave you a forehead kiss before talking both of your suitcases downstairs to the car. You grabbed the duffel bags and followed him out of the room where it all began.

The flight was exhausting but nostalgic in a weird sense. You spent the latter half of it curled up into Harry’s side, asleep or watching a movie. When you finally boarded off the aircraft, you went straight to Harry’s flat without protest. Normally, you’d fight about checking into a hotel so you wouldn’t catch anyone unprepared, but you were too tired to care.

Now, it’s been a day since your flight and you’ve promised Harry — and Tom — that you’ll go with him to their parents’ house for some lunch. You admit that you’re nervous and that it’s probably too soon to be meeting parents, but you pay no mind as you’re entering Holland's childhood home.

“Mum!” Sam, Harry’s twin who you’ve just been introduced to, yells out. “They’re here!”

You hear excited squeals as Sam leads the three of you through and into the kitchen. Nikki’s back is turned when you enter, but she excitedly turns around to greet her sons. She’s taken off-guard at the sight of you next to Harry, but still leans in to tightly hug her sons, who she hasn’t seen in quite awhile.

“And who’s this?” She inquires, gesturing in your direction. You’re a little taken aback at how unwelcoming she seems to be acting, but you shake it off as nerves.

“Mum,” Harry smiles, a hand on the small of your back, nudging you a little closer to him and his mother. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

The whisk in her hand seems to stop mixing the recipe in the bowl. Your smile falters slightly, but Tom fills the silence at Nikki’s ajar mouth.

“Mum, she’s- uh, she’s my co-star in that rom-com I got casted for. Remember?”

“Oh,” She smiles a tight-lipped one, and you can tell it’s forced and fake. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Nikki.” She wipes a hand off on her apron before extending it for you to shake. You accept the offer with a hesitant but genuine smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” She hums but doesn’t respond, instead turning her attention to Tom. You make eye contact with Harry worriedly, and he shakes his head, bewildered. He kisses your temple before sending you in to meet Paddy and talk to Sam — somebody who actually welcomed you.

The day goes on like this, and though the tension is most obviously present, you don’t touch the subject, knowing it’s not your place or your home, especially since you came almost unannounced. You don’t want to be angry with a woman you barely know, so you try not to mirror her feelings.

“So, Y/N,” She directs her attention to you for the first time all day. You look up from your intertwined hands with a smile.

“Yea-”

“Did you just decide Tom wasn’t good enough based on his character and then move on to my next son?”

You’re shocked, mouth ajar as you blink. “W- what?”

“Tom told me about how many ‘date failures’ you had until you finally settled on Harry.”

You want to curse at Harry for offering to refill your drink, and you want to curse at Tom for spilling the secrets of your dating life. “I- I didn’t settle for anyone.”

“That’s not what my son says.”

Just then, both boys walk in together, laughing in conversation about something. You’re already crying, but the minute the door opens you stand abruptly, nearly knocking Harry off his feet.

He laughs at you, “Love? What’s u-” But he’s cut short when he notices your red eyes and fresh tears. He sets the glasses down, wiping your cheeks and grabbing both of your hands. “What happened? Hm?” He’s shushing you, trying his best to calm you down. “C’mon, angel. Tell me.”

“Your- your mom just said a few things.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrows, and so do Tom’s. They turn to look at the woman in the chair skeptically, questions flying out immediately.

“Mum? What did you say to her?”

You excuse yourself, not wanting to be a part of the conversation just yet. You run off to the bathroom to freshen up while Harry and Tom talk to Nikki.

“Harry, I’m just being a protective mother, okay? I didn’t say anything that bad.”

“Mum, you made her fucking cry.” Harry’s fuming, nostrils flaring while he glares at his mom.

“Don’t talk that way with me.” She points her finger at her son. “That girl is no good for you.”

“Mum, I introduced them.” Tom says. “I know her; she is good.”

“Not if she has to settle for Harry.” She clicks her tongue. “I remember all those dates you told me she went on, Tom.” She sighs while he scoffs. “Anyone that tries that hard to find a boyfriend is out for other things.”

“That’s bullshit.” Harry interjects. “She’s an actress, of course dating is hard.”

Nikki purses her lips but doesn’t reply.

“Mum, she’s crying.” Tom says softly, seemingly trying a different approach. “You haven’t talked to her at all, today. I think you shouldn’t have judged her too quickly.”

“Apologize.” Harry says finally before standing up. “Apologize or we’re leaving.” He walks out of the room, heading to the bathroom where you’re hidden away, sitting on the toilet while you catch your breath. He knocks, coming in with your permission.

He pouts when he sees your tear-stained face, face puffy and eyes red while you sniffle.

“‘M sorry.” You grumble the words while he kneels in front of you.

“What’re you sorry for, baby?”

“For causing all this drama.”

“Hey, hey,” His thumb rubs across your knuckles. “You didn’t do anything wrong. She had no right to say those things to you.” You look at him as he finishes, engulfing him quickly, crying into his shoulder while he catches you with his arms, holding you against his chest lovingly. After a few minutes, there’s a knock at the door, and Tom’s voice rings through.

“Mum says she wants to talk to you guys.”

Harry makes eye contact with you apologetically, thumb still moving across the skin of your hand.

“Well,” he stands tall. “Shall we?” You wipe your cheeks one final time before standing with him, taking the hand he offered you as you head for the bathroom door.

“Guess there’s no avoiding this part if she’s going to be my future mother-in-law.”

Harry sucks in a breath, and as you make eye contact with a smirk, there’s a glint in his eyes that acknowledges that you’re feeling better. He smirks back, opening the door for you as you head back into the living room.

Keep your cool, Y/N. You inhale a deep breath, emerging into the room. Keep your cool.

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deripmaver · 3 years

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4 5 6 for ALL OF THE CaPri FANFICS

LKSJMDHGVLKSJ ALL OF THEM???

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? 5: What part was hardest to write? 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Ink On Paper (tongue fic) 4. lmfaoooooooo there isn't a whole lot of dialogue in this one oop-

Laurent nodded. The wax softened as he pressed his hand into it, erasing his previous message. Soft, warm, melting under his touch. He wrote again, I need someone who is not afraid to read out the insults I make towards the idiots at court. You have been fired, Damianos.

i guess it technically counts lmfao. i just wanted to show laurent post-trauma still able to make jokes and snipe at his husband so it wasnt all doom and gloom 5. i'm not sure exactly what "hardest to write" here means because like... a lot of these fic have serious gore or otherwise upsetting content, but both emotionally and actually writing wise i find that kind of thing actually pretty easy to write hahahaha. i think i got stuck with the chronology and the decision to make it non-linear made it flow a lot better. for the record writing laurent getting raped and then having his tongue cut out was actually very easy to write, i think i got it out in basically one go. #cancelme the more fucked up and intense the easier i find to nyoom through it 6. my first ever fic in the capri fandom!!!! hehehehhehehe <333333 Level Of Concern (plan B fic) 4.

Before Nicaise could say anything, Laurent spat, “Does he know you had your first heat?”

SURPRISE nic was the one who was pregnant the whole time!!!!!!! 5. this one i banged out REALLY quickly so i cant think of anything here 6. capri omegaverse!!!!!!! i wish there was more of this 🥺🥺🥺 Like Me (what if Auguste was also abused fic) 4. ******CW INCEST MENTION CW ABUSE MENTION******

“Your brother’s stuck his dick in every single member of your family,” Auguste spat out, laughing, crying, and so miserable he thought his heart would stop. His voice rose again, and he felt something burst from him as he screamed for the whole world to hear, “Did you know that? Did you, huh papa? Did he fuck you too?”

dude this line is so fucked up lmfao but i enjoyed writing it so much. actually this entire scene where auguste is having his breakdown was really intense to write and im really pleased with how it came out OR

Auguste grabbed him suddenly, looking up into his grief-stricken face desperately. “Please, Laurent,” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Please. Don’t let him end up like me.”

i felt entirely too clever with this line lmfao. i was like ~ooooohhhhh title drop~ im so dumb 5. i just remember this one like. dragged on for some time. i couldnt figure out what to do with it, how to get everything to coalesce around the final reveal about auguste 6. plot twist!!!!!!! plus auguste angst. i really enjoyed this one, i wrote it after watching the movie Spotlight which is one of my all time faves Softly, Gently 4.

“My King has been overexerting himself again, I presume?” Paschal sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “When have I ever done that?” Laurent cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his face.

hehehehe sassy laurent my beloved <33333 5. honestly im just going to skip this one from now on lskjghmvlksjhglkvsjhdl i just get "stuck" sometimes without rhyme or reason and its usually on boring stuff, but then i cant remember later. the hardest part for me is when my dumb fucking adhd brain wont let me focus on writing but once i overcome that its usually pretty smooth sailing 6. horny omegaverse.................... my beloved............... giving men vaginas for horny reasons my beloved......................... Water of Life (birth fic)

“Do you want to hold him?” Erasmus breathed, eyes glassy. The baby cried, Erasmus bouncing him tenderly in those sunkissed arms. He looked apologetic. “Only for a moment, it’s not quite over yet.” A playful smile danced on Erasmus’ lips, and he brushed away a slick, damp curl from the wailing baby’s head. “A head this big, he certainly takes after Exalted.”

a cute, fun lil line in the sea of horrible angst lmfao ORRRRRR

Erasmus knelt before Damen, before Laurent. He said, “Exalted… Can you command his Highness to push?” Damen froze. “Do you mean…?” Erasmus nodded. “Alpha command.” Damen’s expression crumpled. He said, in a voice that shattered Erasmus’ heart, “I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” Erasmus licked his lips. “Exalted, in this state, he can’t push. His contractions are weaker. He’ll-” “I can’t,” Damen cried, clinging to Laurent’s limp body like a lifeline. “He’d… He’d never forgive me.”

damen is so sweet........ he loves laurent so much...... ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He stopped at the doorframe, turning to face Laurent with tears in his eyes, and whispered, “How long does it take, your Highness?” Laurent, shocked enough to respond, hissed, “What?” “I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking of it,” Erasmus said, voice thick in his throat, tears burning at his eyes. “How long until it’s over?”

real sad hours if u up click like. i love erasmus and laurent bonding over their shared trauma <33333333333333333333 laurent and erasmus friendship propaganda 24-fucking-7 bay bee!!!!! 6. unironically this is one of my fav fic ive ever written skdljmfhgvlksjdhflmgkvjshldkjfghvmls call the midwife is one of my favorite shows and writing this made me look at birth as something visceral and possibly horrible and traumatic. i wanna write more fucked up birth scenes, SO MANY MORE. ridley scott knew what he was doing Sandalwood (erasmus/kallias my sweet boys i love u so much) 4.

“I do,” Erasmus breathes, ducking his head, flushed as though embarrassed. “In the gardens, the perfume from the orange trees all around us on those summer nights.” Kallias smiles behind him – Erasmus knows his body so intimately he can feel it in how Kallias’ posture changes, though he can’t see the soft turn of his lips. “The scent was so cloying I thought it would drive me mad. It made me want to kiss you senseless.” Erasmus laughs, breathlessly, imagining the warm heat of Kallias’ mouth against his. “Don’t blame that on the orange trees, dear one.”

beloved..................... im weeping.......... 6. these two make me fuckign CRY ON THE REG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY SWEET BOYS YOU DESERVE THE WORLD- Wisps of Smoke******************* (lauguste fic) 4. ***CW EXPLICIT INCEST*** (i mean....... obviously lmfao)

��Call me what I like,” Auguste growled against his ear. “You know what I like.” He did. Laurent did. He knew everything Auguste liked – the slow flick of Laurent’s tongue on the underside of his cock, that tender spot behind his earlobe, the way Laurent’s thighs looked straddled atop him like his horse – and this. “Brother,” Laurent gasped, desperate, “Brother, please, harder. Harder.”

i wanted the incest to be explicitly part of the kink here lmfaoooooo 6. hehehehehehehhehehehhehe lauguste................... i need to write more of u But I Love It (laurent is allergic to latex fic) 4.

“Laurent,” Auguste said, voice high in warning. Laurent braced himself, stiffening visibly. With what seemed to be monumental effort, Auguste continued, “You know, Laurent. I’m proud of you.”

IM A SOFT BITCH OK???????????????? auguste is PROUD of his baby bro for overcoming his sexual trauma and getting that fat dick 6. SLJHVDLMKJDHGVLK PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED THIS FIC i tried to be funny and i think it worked. plus some softe bits thrown in. i also kind of see lots of humor fic where its a no abuse au, but i wanted to write something comedic where the regent still. existed u kno????? anyways hahahahha i dont think i can write anything like this again but im glad y'all liked it Is It Cold In The Water (slice of life fic) 4.

Laurent opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but instead, what comes out is: “Do you think Aimeric had the right idea?” Damen is quiet for so long, gaze serious and framed with his long, dark lashes, that Laurent wonders if he’d spoken aloud at all – and when he’s sure he had, he realizes Damen had remembered Aimeric after all. When he speaks again, the sleep is gone from his voice. “Laurent,” Damen says carefully, as though approaching a spooked horse, “Is something wrong?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 soft,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6. ruby likes this fic lskjdvhmflgksfjdhmvglkjsdhflkvgmjhlekjfhdvlgskjfhv im a SIMP- The Devil's Got Nothing On Me (AIMERIC FIC LEGGOOOO) 4. there are lots of lil nuggets in here!!!!

Aimeric blinks, and all he can think is, you knew? He says, "I – I just." "I am a patient man," Guion breathes, "I support everyone in my household. Everyone. But Aimeric, you are truly testing my patience. Your mother came to me in tears, begging me to find you. Look at what you did to her! There was nothing I could say until we found you!" "I'm sorry," Aimeric whispers, looking at Loyse, "I'm-" "Look at me," Guion roars.

this conversation was inspired by a very miserable encounter with my boss lmfao. fuck that guy and fuck guion

The regent, blue eyes sparkling - and Aimeric has never thought eyes could look just like a summer sky until now - says to Guion but really to Aimeric, "I was thinking I could take little Aimeric riding tomorrow. Just the two of us." Loyse says, before Guion can speak, voice trembling with relief, "I think that's a wonderful idea, your Highness."

~dramatic irony~ lmfaoooooooooo. WE know of course that this is a bad thing, but it's always fun to have characters make bad choices that they have no idea are bad. i also did this briefly in "Like Me" with auguste's ex wife taking nicaise to church because she was so overwhelmed at home and he offered to help. of course, the regent is always happy to help out. evil evil evil

"-was worried it might be difficult for him." A soft, lilting laugh. The guards had said the regent was in the library, and then there is Guion, right there with him. Aimeric is suddenly angry, not sure why his father is with the regent, who is his and no one else's. The regent responds, "I daresay it's been perfectly easy. It seems you've done most of the work already."

i wanted to highlight the fact that it was aimeric's neglect that lead him to the regent in the first place. hence "youve done most of the work already" - guion by ignoring and neglecting aimeric created the perfect environment for the regent to sweep in and take advantage. like leaving food out btwn 40-140 F is a perfect breeding ground for bacteria LOL. the books touch on that but i wanted to make it explicit

He is so, so ashamed. It's unbearable, the thought of her kind eyes, the way she cried for him, the way he pushed her away. Before he'd left to join the prince's guard, she had taken his hand, kissed it, and said in a voice fragile as glass, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile like that," but in that moment he could think only of the regent's letter warm in his pocket.

6. honestly i know ive sounded super conceited this whole time but i kind of tear up whenever i read through the end of the fic lmfao. aimeric is just so fucking depressing as a character and i love that i really got to explore that in this fic. he really didnt have anyone, did he????? he's like a tragic greek character where you just watch him stumbling towards his inevitable end and it hurts the whole time. its even worse on the reread ANYWAYYYYYYY thats it. thanks so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! feel free to send me more!!!

#captive prince fanfic #captive prince #captive prince fanfiction #ask meme #capri fanfic

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kylorengarbagedump · 4 years

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Little Bird: Chapter 35

Read on AO3. Part 34 here. Part 36 here.

Summary: So, like, at least we're all in a graveyard already?

Words: 3400

Warnings: gratuitous violence... again

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: Another early update? Can't help myself--I've been quarantined myself (I'm usually working all THREE of my jobs lmfao), this week, so I've had a little extra time to write. Sometimes I worry how self-indulgent this fic is, but then I remember that it's for fun and who cares.

Y'all's comments seriously make my life better, and I can't thank you enough for your kind words and for letting me know what you think. It's so encouraging to know people are enjoying my indulgence LMFAO. Please stay safe, and I love you so much! <3

If looks could kill, Kylo Ren’s gaze was genocide.

Like lightning itself, he caught you and dove behind one of the tombs, more bullets pinging off the marble. His face was tight, chin quaking while he shoved your back to the grave, staring into your wound as if it were a canyon. Pain still dulled by adrenaline, you watched him, fighting to focus on your breath--you’d started shaking, too, mind hijacked by shock and terror. You didn’t know how much you were bleeding. You didn’t want to look.

Kylo glanced up--his eyes caught something, or someone--and he turned back to you, swallowing as he snagged the bottom of your nightgown and rended it with bare fists. He shredded a thin strip of cloth from your skirt and lifted your arm, wrapping it above your wound. You whimpered, heaving with panic, but he was quick, his makeshift tourniquet halting the frightened ache as it stymied the bloodflow.

“Is it bad?” you asked.

His gaze flicked beyond you again. “Quiet.”

While crouched, his hand snuck into his jacket, clicking the safety of his gun and cocking the hammer. He stilled, tracking his target--you held your breath--before rising and popping off a single shot. Behind you, a cry of pain, and Kylo lunged, jumping the tomb, stalking through the grass. You spun to watch, clutching your arm to your side.

The gunman had fallen to the ground, groaning as Kylo approached, a hunter seeking his spoils. Though he was meters away, collapsed at the edge of the clearing--perhaps that meant, mercifully, he’d missed the desecration of the dead--you could tell he was wearing an Angel’s uniform. Your Commander snatched the intruder by the helmet and tore it off, wrenching him up, and slammed his skull against a headstone, gun at his head.

“Talk.”

The man wheezed, wriggling in Kylo’s grip, who whacked his temple on the grave, sneering, his self-control whittling by the nanomoment.

“Two seconds.”

“I’m a scout!” He seethed, trying to twist to meet Kylo’s eyes. “I’m a scout, I’m--please don’t kill me--”

Kylo bashed him with the butt of the pistol. “Who.”

“Enric Pryde!” His hands went up in deference. “It’s a bunch of his men coming. They said you’d be here with a Handmaid.” He gasped, shaking his head. “It’s a coup, they want you dead or alive!”

A pause. Your Commander was still, frozen in rage.

“Please, let me go, I’m only a scout, I was told to find you!” The soldier was still turning, pleading for mercy. “I, I mean, personally, I would never try to hurt you, sir, but I saw th-the Handmaid, and I didn’t think you’d, you’d care, she’s just a Handmaid and we were told to kill her anyway--”

Kylo swiveled the man’s head, drove his teeth against the edge of the grave and snarled, stomping his skull into the stone. A sharp crack as his jaw snapped, brain crushed to the granite, limbs limp and eyes bulging from their sockets. Face blank, Kylo ground his heel into the man’s scalp, splintering the bones and spilling blood onto the dirt before throwing the body to the side like trash.

Your hand clapped your mouth, jaw dropped, and he marched over, a silhouette of death in the storm, lodging your heart in your throat. When he reached you, he squatted, examining your arm, raising it in his hand and eliciting a wince while he monitored your movement. His jaw stiffened, his eyes met yours, so furious that the air fled your lungs, and before you could speak, he gathered you and threw you over his shoulder.

“They’re coming,” he said. “Don’t move.”

Trembling, you nodded. “O-okay.”

His body was solid, and you let yourself hang, at first lifting your head to watch your surroundings, then rejecting the neck strain. If this man wasn’t the same one who had just coddled you in the downpour, the same one who’d whispered angel into your ear when he made you cum, you would’ve been horrified, striving to escape. But as he strode forward, and you watched his parents’ gravesite grow distant, you felt like a child--one who, instead of fearing the monster under her bed, had invited him inside of it and sought safety in his embrace.

An intake of breath, he tensed--pop, pop, pop, pop--you screamed, scratching at his back, and he jostled you in his grip.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

You grimaced. “What was that?”

“Vermin.”

He said nothing more, changing course, and when he turned, you saw four bodies piled at the bottom of a hill, swallowed by the grown, wet grass. You exhaled, swaying with him while he crossed to what you knew to be the forest. When you entered the understory, damp leaves flooded your nose, the canopy draping you both in clouded darkness. Thankfully, adrenaline was still coursing through your system--the pain at your arm was numbed, though it felt like a lead weight, and your senses were heightened. The world sharpened in your eyes, storm booming in your ears. Kylo was a predator, moving in long, careful steps, creeping through the trees, muscles rolling like stone underneath you.

Your brain spun, trying to process what you’d heard; you remembered the name Enric from the Council meeting, he’d been that silver-haired sycophant who’d mentioned all of his concerns. Though you’d known Kylo to have enemies in Gilead, you hadn’t realized just how many there were--or how serious they seemed about righting his errors (errors, you noted silently, he’d made for the benefit of you).

The squelch of boots in puddles--he stopped, spun toward the perimeter. Yards away, you heard it too: hushed voices, a group of men squeaking through the plot of tall graves adjacent to the forest. Your pulse quickened, you tapped his back.

“We can just leave them,” you whispered. “We don’t have to--”

With a shrug of his shoulder, he rolled you down his arm and plopped you against a tree, not bothering to offer a glance before he trudged forward, hunched, his pistol gripped in both hands. You shifted, free arm assisting as you scooted around the trunk, your Commander skulking through the shadows, a panther electrified with bloodlust. As he approached, you could count four--no, five men, two posted together, peering around a giant slab decorated with three metal crosses, two behind them, each hiding behind big graves, and one at the back, peeking above a short, fat headstone. They were all Angels in military gear, all armed with bayonet-knife rifles, all whispering in panic.

“Split up. Two of us push forward, other three take the clearing--”

Kylo sidled up to a tree trunk, spying beyond it.

“All of Bravo just got killed in the clearing.”

He swooped low, darting behind another tree, his footfalls muffled by the storm.

“We can’t just stand here, we’re sitting ducks! He could be in the forest right now!”

Thunder rumbled, masking him as he emerged from the woods, bearing down from behind his prey.

“I mean, it’s one guy with one gun, how deadly can he really be?”

That was the Angel closest to you--and now, especially, to Kylo, who was only feet away, back against a tall, engraved dedication, neck craning to analyze.

“You don’t know anything about Commander Ren, do you?”

That same Commander Ren stepped from the stone, pistol pointed at the closest man’s head, at the base of where his helmet met his neck.

“No.” Lightning snapped. “Why?”

Thunder cracked, the muzzle flashed--blood spat the air and the soldier fell, forehead smacking the granite as he crumpled to the ground.

The Angels in front of him spun in a string of curses; at Kylo’s left, the man shot from the hip, but Kylo side-stepped, spinning on his heel with his gun raised--pop, pop. That Angel ducked, tackling the ground, while the one to Kylo’s right ran with a roar, bayonet brandished like a spear. Kylo scowled, caught the barrel in his massive hand, and jerked it up, throwing the man from his feet and slamming him into the muck.

The two from the front had vaulted the big grave; Kylo’s head cocked, and he snarled, plugging each of them with a bullet. One wilted, back breaking when he hit the stone behind him, and the other toppled to his knees, clutching his chest, blood spewing from his mouth. Behind your Commander, the two he’d laid to the ground were standing, stumbling toward him. He leapt the corpse and headstone, wrenched a metal cross from the display, and whirled. The two men stalled, raised their weapons, but Kylo dipped, sneering as he drove his pistol into the mouth of one Angel and the cross’s edge into the throat of the other. A pull of a trigger--brain matter burst through the soldier’s helmet, he dropped; the other quaked, gargling fountains of blood, his carotid cleaved in two.

Spattered in scarlet, Kylo twisted the cross in the man’s neck and shoved him to the mud, failing to see the last Angel, still sputtering, struggling to stand. He wobbled, fumbling for his rifle, his hands slipping on the muddy grip. Forgoing that, he floundered and ran, flinging onto your Commander’s back with a howl. You squealed, covering your mouth--every instinct told you to try and help, every reality kept you chained to the tree. Teeth bared, Kylo wavered, thrashing as he wedged the man’s arm from his neck and pitched forward, throwing him over his shoulders and smashing him into a puddle.

He coughed a fat wad of blood onto Kylo’s face--Kylo seethed, pinned the Angel’s neck with his heel and blew his skull open. The body twitched with death, and Kylo exhaled. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and turned to the forest, marching through the thickets, heading to where he’d left you.

Up close, he smelled of iron, red spackling his face and hair and hands. He squatted and examined your arm again, testing its tension, watching your face for pain. It was a way of checking, you knew, that you could still feel it, that you hadn’t drifted into shock.

A muscle under his nose fluttered. “Say your name.”

You blinked--another test--and said it.

Kylo stood and tossed you over his shoulder, clutching you close while he trekked through the woods and into the graveyard. Though you couldn’t see, you’d remembered how you’d arrived--beyond the valley before him was a handful of mausoleums punctuating the long-neglected cemetery grounds. You could only whimper as he tread forth, the dead-see grass trampled to mud under his terrible stride.

Behind you (and in front of him) you heard the screeching of vehicles. Kylo went rigid, dashing right; it was only split seconds before bullets whizzed by you and you screamed, burying your face in his sopping coat. He spanked you--spanked you?--in admonishment, sliding through the sludge at the back of a vine-entombed mausoleum, only to carry you behind a large, marble headstone. You splashed in the warm rain, and sought his gaze; his eyes were glittering with excitement, his chest swelling. He was as you’d seen him in Snoke’s mansion: an animal crazed, thirsty to kill. You shivered.

Kylo offered only silence when he dumped you behind the grave, lightning shattering the sky--you poked your head above the stone, flinching when your arm throbbed with latent pain. As he slunk to the mausoleum, two Angels rushed the right corner; he ended them both with single shots to the head.

Back pressed to the wall, Kylo waited. To his left, two more soldiers breached his sight--he yanked the rifle around the corner and wrestled its owner to the dirt. The man behind him barreled forth, weapon raised; Kylo surged toward him and clobbered him across the face with his pistol. He seethed--your Commander holstered his own gun, yanked the rifle free from the Angel’s hands, and riddled them both with bullets. They toppled, a bloody pile at his feet.

You felt your wound, at this point, pulsing and hot in your flesh--you thanked whatever power above you was keeping your system pumped full of epinephrine, as you had the sneaking suspicion that once it wore off, hot would fail to begin to describe it. More gunshots, you looked up; an Angel on the right was shooting blind, aiming around the corner of the mausoleum. His bullets went wide, missing Kylo by yards, and Kylo swept forward, jerking the man from the corner and jabbing his bayonet into his throat.

He gurgled, a red waterfall pouring down his neck, the knife abandoned inside as he crumbled to the ground. His partner appeared, stabbing past the wall--Kylo dodged, wrenched the rifle forward and wrangled him into the crook of his elbow. The man yelped, flailed under his strength, and Kylo tugged him back, tearing his weapon from his hands. Two more Angels approached from the right; your Commander flipped the rifle into the air and caught it by the grip, mashing the man’s throat in the headlock. He pivoted, stiff arm pointed over his shoulder, and sprayed hail through their heads--they slumped into the other and tumbled, lifeless, to the ground. Hearing them fall, Kylo curled his long fingers around his current victim’s helmet, gripped it, and snapped his spine; the soldier flopped and Kylo released him with a sigh.

To the right and left, you saw two sets of three men approaching, each taking a side of the mausoleum. Perhaps sensing this, Kylo confiscated another rifle, peered around the side; bullets whizzed by, and he cursed, looking between you and the wall at his back. He leered at you--you knew that meant get down--and you did, only catching the start of your Commander snagging a fistful of vines and clambering the wall.

A blink of lightning, rumble of thunder, the slosh of boots in rain. Waiting in silence was near-impossible, given the burgeoning burn in your arm, but the thought of being discovered tempered your pain response. Hoping to keep your heart pumping, you scooted, peeking from the ground, seeing Kylo atop the mausoleum, a frenzied fiend, poised to pounce. The two sets of men turned the corner at once, rifles ready, only to meet each other, halting in confusion.

One of the men whipped his head around. “Where’d he--”

To your unfortunate luck, he spotted you.

“Hey!” He aimed his rifle and spun, losing balance in the muck.

The others noticed you, whirling weapons in your direction. Your heart skipped. You forgot to breathe.

The men aimed, and Kylo Ren launched from the roof, flipping into a pirouette, lightning wings exploding from his shadow. He slammed between you with a thunderclap, unleashing a torrent of death into the line of soldiers, bodies splattering like a gruesome glissando against the mausoleum. They scraped the stone, slouching sacks revealing a rainbow, oozing rusty rivers to the ground.

Your Commander exhaled, kneeling in the storm for several breaths before climbing to his feet, rounding on you, eyes aflame--as he did, a persistent Angel scrambled to stand. Bayonet-first, he barreled toward Kylo.

Kylo pivoted with a growl, grappling his own rifle and charging the soldier; with his superior reach, his bayonet pierced the man’s chest, and he drove him back, howling with fury, until the soldier slammed the wall. Sneering, he ripped the knife free, letting him collapse, leaving behind a bloody blot in the center of the crimson cascade painting the wall.

The wind wailed. Kylo’s shoulders fell, the only physical evidence of his exhaustion, water racing over his frame. After an empty moment, he turned and crossed over to you, face still etched with wrath. Whimpering, you cowered. You knew you’d fucked up.

“Do you listen?” he said through clenched teeth. “I gave you one order.”

You nodded, shame heating your cheeks. Kylo crouched, seized your chin, pinching your jaw in his thick fingers, smearing the scent of copper over your skin.

“Move without my permission again,” he said, “and I’ll make that bullet the last of your worries.”

You gulped. “I understand.”

He released you, glancing at your arm. Something flashed behind his eyes, and he leaned forward, easing you over his shoulder before standing.

“What is it?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

But he said nothing, choosing instead to push through the rain. The ache at your arm was ballooning into a bubbling pain, streaking through your nerves, stealing your focus. Kylo cleared the final yards of the cemetery, carrying you to the parking lot. When you heard his boots hit clover-crusted pavement, he stopped, tense. He was silent, not even a breath drawn into his lungs. You didn’t speak. Or move.

Kylo lifted you from his shoulder, stepping behind one of the large black vans that had apparently shuttled the squads he’d obliterated, and planted you behind it. You stumbled, slightly dizzy, grabbing the side view mirror for balance. He observed your stability before blazing you with a glare and stalking toward the Audi.

Lightning flared, you saw Kylo circle the hood, head toward the passenger side--and then he snagged something behind the car, wrested it forward. Another Angel appeared, arm screwed in your Commander’s clutches, and with a single rough jerk, his pistol fell from his hand. Kylo caught it, wormed the soldier’s arm behind his back, and slammed him chest-first into the hood of the car. Another flicker of lightning, and his helmet was gone, the gun at his temple.

“One chance. Where’s Pryde. How many work for him.”

The man whinged. “I-I swear, I don’t--”

Kylo blew his brains over the Audi, chucked the pistol, and beat the man’s head into the hood. Heaving, he adjusted his grip, and struck it again, and again, and again, snarling as he bludgeoned a crater in the car with the bleeding skull. You watched, heart careening, shuddering with a reel of pain when he cast the body to the side and turned to face you, wracked with dying desperation. The storm had doused him watercolor crimson--a morbid, melting candle dripping red wet wax.

Perhaps it was conditioning, or perhaps it was the amplifying agony, eroding your rationality. Whatever it was, you found yourself utterly breathless at Kylo Ren’s brutality--yet only out of gratitude, out of knowledge that it was borne, bred within the very same hollow where he sheltered and nursed his affection for you.

With an exhale, he searched around the Audi, checking the undercarriage and examining the beneath the hood and trunk--scanning them, you supposed, for tampering. Apparently satisfied, he returned to you, and swung an arm under your knees, supporting your shoulders, cradling you to his powerful frame. You winced, letting your arm dangle, and he hustled you to the car, popping the back door open and stooping to lie you across the seats. Grimacing, you inched back--heat flushed your flesh in memory of the last time you’d been splayed over them. If Kylo remembered too, he didn’t show it; he waited until your feet were clear of the threshold before shutting the door and hopping in the driver’s seat.

“Stay still.”

He cranked the engine, gunned the gas--the car bounced as it flattened the Angel’s body to the asphalt--and peeled out of the parking lot. You groaned, squirming as fire seared your veins. The hurt had grown an angry heartbeat, now evident in the wake of dissipating adrenaline. Shivering, you drew in air through your nose, looping your free arm through the loose seatbelt in an attempt to anchor yourself.

“Where are we going?” Your voice was soft under the churning motor--he was flying down the streets.

“Quiet.”

Silence filled the car, and you released a slow, scared breath. Kylo glimpsed you for a blink, gaze glinting with fear. His throat bobbed.

“Home.”

You nodded, and allowed your eyes to close.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #little bird #fanfiction problems #tw: violence

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ckret2 · 4 years

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Sorry for another ask I’ve seen some people complaining saying Angel Husk dynamic doesn’t work. Personally I’m on the fence, thoughts?

"Do you think it works" and "do you think it's gonna be canon" are two totally different questions that could have two totally different answers. My last answer covered question 2, which is: 1000%, I think either they will be canon or (much smaller odds) Husk will be deliberately used as a red herring until we find out Angel's real love interest.

As for whether it works? First: my philosophy as a fanfic writer is that any ship in the universe can work—yes, even that one, Hypothetical Person Reading This Ask, the one you think is impossible—provided that enough work and effort is put into it to make it make sense.

And then, second... to be totally honest with you, right now I don't much care about AngelHusk's dynamic LMFAO. Like I don't think the ship is bad and I don't have anything against it, it just doesn't hit my buttons. It doesn't contain what interests me in a ship. So I haven't been thinking deeply about whether they work, because regardless of whether or not they work, they simply don't do anything for me personally. But I suspect that that's actually what a lot of people who are currently objecting to the ship are really saying: "their dynamic doesn't hit MY buttons, but I'm going to interpret that as a problem inherent in the ship itself rather than a side-effect of my personal tastes."

Honestly, right now, they have no "dynamic" to speak of. Angel has a crush at first sight based on nothing but Husk's looks and grumpy attitude and Husk has zero interest in Angel. They've basically known each other five minutes. That dynamic has remained stagnant through the Instagram posts because the show itself hasn't ACTUALLY started yet and so the Instagram posts can't really do any character development that would need to be deleted/reset when the show starts; all the Instagram posts have added is that Husk sometimes pet sits Fat Nuggets. Their dynamic will be perpetually stuck in "we've known each other for three minutes" emotional territory until we get the actual series. Sure, first impressions are important, but you can't fully judge how two characters are gonna play off each other when they don't know each other at all yet.

#anonymous #ask #hazbin hotel #meta

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autumn-foxfire · 4 years

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I like the idea of Touya looking more like Rei but he canonly doesn't look overly similar to either imo. Like idk looking at the pics he's got rei's face shape (maybe it's more rounded cause he's younger but looking at shou.) His eyes look similar too both, maybe leaning towards Enji but more Rei's size. He didn't get Enji's frame lmfao, but yeah, he looks like their kid, not a copy of one or the other

KNow what fuck it, gimme a bit, I'm get ms paint out and directly compare features

AIGHT, D now looks like young E with hints of R. His chin points a little more which is from R but E had that roundness when he was around Ds age, And I was wrong, When D actually emotes with his eyes, they seem to point up and are more angular, Es bottom lid squares out a little more where Ds have a less harsh angle up, still more angled than Rs tho, they look like shoutos just slimmer, Def doesnt have Es frame/build, R nose points up D and Es don't. Touya looked like R and dabi looks like E

But like honestly, Dabi and Touya are Rei and Enjis kid, he looks like a mix of both at either age, Touya looks more like rei cause he had bigger eyes and a rounder face, things most anime kids have lmao, the eye shape looks like both his parents

I’m assuming this is all the same anon and even if it’s not, it’s all a similar ask so I decided to combine it into one XD

Anyway, because I was curious about the similarities shared between him and his parents, I also decided to do some comparisons. I’ve decided to use multiple shots from the manga with Dabi because I find him to be one of the most inconsistently drawn characters out of them. (Also I took so long finding a variety of different panels T-T Endeavor can you extinguish your flame beard more often please, you look like a tool with it.)

Firstly I looked at two of the clearest images of Dabi we have and compared him to Rei! (The name of this pic, and the rest of them, are guys I have no life which I thought was pretty accurate XD)

In these images I can see why he would be compared to Rei more then he would Endeavor as he doesn’t really have the strong chin that Endeavor possesses and his face is the stereotypical face of an anime/manga style man really (which are usually softer like the mothers face).

To show a comparison, I can definitely see the similarities between those two images of Dabi and Rei, at least when it comes to their jaw line (I’ve seen people say there eyes are similar but I don’t see it).

However if it were this easy to determine he took after Rei, I wouldn’t really have much of a ground to stand on when I say he takes after Endeavor! So moving onto picture: guys I have no life 3!

This is Dabi’s face from multiple different angles and we can see how the shape of his jaw changes from each one T-T. Specifically the bottom right corner and the two top right image show Dabi’s jaw to be much more squarer then the above images. The bottom right image actually shows a remarkable similarity to how Endeavor looked when he was younger in my opinion (as I’ll show below in pic guys I have no life 4).

The best pics of Enji I could find because Enji is a stubborn bastard who doesn’t like to show his jawline! Obviously Dabi isn’t exactly a spitting image of his father, in fact none of kids really took after him too much, even Natsuo who probably looks the most like him.

However I found it kind of striking how, as anon pointed out in the above ask, a young Enji and Dabi look similar too each other.

In this image at least (because as I’ve said above, Dabi is drawn pretty inconsistently) Dabi and Enji share a similar face shape, hair style and interestingly enough they also have the same thickness in their neck (Rei’s neck is actually pretty thin and not something Dabi shares with her). Even the shape of their shoulder from what we can see are similar. The only really big difference are the shape of their eyes and eyebrows and the the muscles they possess.

It’s actually really hard to say who he takes after more because it seems to change depending on when he’s drawing him, really. As you pointed out anon, his eye shape seems to be a mixture of Rei’s and Enji’s (it’s not really like either) but it is similar to the rest of his siblings!

All of the boys eyes seem to have that are straight at the top and round near the bottom, they’re not quiet Rei’s eyes but they’re also too curved to be Enji’s. I’m not sure if that’s how genetics actually work but they seemed to have gotten a mixture of both.

Interestingly enough in the image too is that both Dabi and Shouto have drooping shoulders while Fuyumi and Natsuo seem to be pretty straight. I know Endeavor’s shoulders are also pretty straight when we see them in the manga and that’s where Natsuo got his from while Fuyumi is almost a carbon copy of her mother, but I wonder where Shouto and Dabi got the shoulders from (Enji’s young image notwithstanding because even though I used it as an example earlier, future Endeavor doesn’t have them... This is what I’m talking about when I say the manga can be pretty inconsistent T-T).

Dabi also shares pretty similar mannerisms with Endeavor too, which I found pretty amusing. Like this panel here:

While not exactly affected by genetics, it was also what I was talking about when I mentioned Dabi taking after Enji. Sometimes how he looks and how he behaves is so similar to his father, it’s hard to believe that no one in the BNHA universe have made the connection between them yet.

Also, you brought up the image of Touya when he was young and I didn’t include this in the analysis for one reason:

Touya was a kid when this image was taken. Kids will always have baby fat on their faces, making them look rounder then they will actually grow up to be. That’s why I didn’t include it in this analysis because while young Touya’s jaw shape does look like Rei, he’s still growing into his body at that age and you can’t determine who he would take after more.

Overall, I agree with you anon, Dabi does seem to come out as a mixture of his parents however (maybe because I’m biased :p) I would still argue he takes after Endeavor more then his mother.

#bnha #bnha dabi #dabi #bnha rei todoroki #rei todoroki #bnha enji todoroki #enji todoroki #bnha endeavor #endeavor #thanks for the ask!!#sorry anon I kind of did an analysis of my own T-T #I hope you don't mind #it's not that I didn't trust you I just wanted to see for myself #as for their heights I call everything bs on that #hori is wrong and needs to fix them XD #Anonymous

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kxhlzn · 4 years

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[i.] the birdwatcher & his lover.

➳ synopsis: it's the summer of '89, and you discover new things about yourself— some good, and some you wish you could swallow and never see again. dealing with the newfound confusion of sexuality, you must learn the ins and outs of friendship and what it means to grow up.

➳ genre: coming-of-age drama, fluff, crack, angst, slow burn romance, lgbtq+ themes.

➳ characters/pairing(s): eventual stanley uris/reader (main couple), unrequited!beverly marsh/reader, eventual richie/eddie (possibly unrequited), eventual bev/ben.

➳ wordcount: 3.2k

➳ warnings: profanity, partial nudity (the lake), slight angst.

➳ song recs: "beverly" from the it soundtrack & "she" by dodie.

➳ author's notes: hi hi hi! this is my first fic on tumblr and honestly i'm a bit anxious about this bc i haven't written in ages lmfao. this is a series, so pls don't hesitate to send in asks and the like! nothing is set entirely into stone yet. please note! the characters are fifteen in this, and pennywise doesn't attack derry at all; so georgie is alive and well and chasing paper boats in the rain. richie & reader are both bisexual, ben & bev fall in love as kids. reader and bill are vv close but platonically.

June, 1989.

the first time you meet stanley uris, he is perched on a oak bench planted in the middle of derry park, his bruised knees pressed together in order to keep his journal steady. his chin is pointed to the heavens, eyes searching the clouds, a curious glow in them; cheeks dusted a light pink, he was angelic, the sun's rays a dull comparison to the golden glow of his messy curls. the boy had a nervous tick of tapping his pencil against the yellowed paper in his lap, followed by the curve of his brow when he noticed a bird flutter overheard.

you, at age eleven, were fascinated by him, and lacked a filter to save you from your mouth. it's almost as if the hinge of your jaw had lost a screw, and you feared if it hung open too long a fly might seek entrance there. of course, it would have been entirely avoidable if you hadn't sat your butt right next to him, and stuck your nose right where it didn't belong: in his journal.

"your handwriting is pretty, but your drawings can use some serious work. is that supposed to be a bird? it looks like it's having a heart attack," you had said, tilting your head, "the wings are too jagged and the legs too... sticky, you know? not like sticky like honey, but sticky like... you know, sticks? are you mute or something?"

your blank stare forces stanley's hand to shoot to the back of his neck as he tries to find the words to attend to all of your commentary. his mouth opens and closes a few times before you roll your eyes dramatically, slumping into the back of the bench. stanley clears his throat, eyes falling to the ground.

a silence ensues, and you glance from his crestfallen expression to the drawings. "and, uh, his eyes are buggy; they look like fat marbles. they're taking up his whole face."

stan releases a breathy laugh, and he raises an eyebrow at the graphite drawing in front of him. "they do, don't they?"

you mirror his laugh, and nod solemnly. "there's no saving them," you say, and decide to tell him your name, outstretching your hand proudly.

"stanley," the boy replies, meeting your grip and giving it a good shake. "uh, you know a lot about drawing. could you fix him?"

you hum, taking the journal from his lap and dropping it in your own. you tilt your head at the sketch, putting your chin in your hand. "it's going to be a tough job, but i think he'll survive. scalpel, sir?"

he hands you the yellow pencil, sharpened down half its original length. "anastesia? or uh," you inquire, not aware of how to spell or pronounce the word, "the stuff that doctors give people during surgery."

"anesthesia," stanley corrects, pulling a pink eraser from his pocket and giving it away.

"yeah, that," you bring the eraser down and the bird lines are soon gone, but the remnants of what was stays behind on the paper. "your lines are really hard. you've prolly got heavy hand, you know. but don't worry, i do too."

the next few minutes are in comfortable silence, save for your absent-minded humming. stanley leans over your shoulder, but not to the point of invading personal space, studying each pencil stroke gracing the journal. he makes a comment about the structure of the real-life bird, and you nod your head in agreement. the two of you synchronize nearly perfectly — you sketch what he tells you to. you aren't very observant to the outside world, but you focus on details in your drawings. stanley will mention that the creature has a stray mark on its beak, and you pencil it in without the graphite being too dramatic, which stanley is quick to do in his work.

after an hour of chatting and working, you are sitting on the back of the bench, feet placed comfortably on the seat. you are talking on and on about a story that happened during your english class, and you don't refrain a single detail. stanley listens intently, body slouched forward over his journal as he writes physical descriptions of the bird next to the drawing. he checks the time on his watch, and nearly jumps out of his seat. he swivels around, eyes blown wide, but you don't seem to notice as your arms wave about, mimicking a girl in your class.

stanley barks your name, which sounds sweet on his tongue, he realizes. when you focus on him curiously, he looks guilty. "i have to go. i was supposed to go to my friend's house so we could go to the quarry together. uh, unless you want to.. go?"

you grin, hopping onto the soil beside him. "for sure!" you hook your arm in his, and skip forward a few steps.

"wrong way," he says sheepishly.

you turn around, now exceedingly confident. "onward, steed!"

the next few years, up until freshman year, you are best friends with stanley uris and his gang of friends; bill denbrough, richie tozier, and eddie kaspbrak. bill was the kindest of all of them, a sensitive boy with a heart of gold. his love for art made him an easy companion, and you grew very close the summer of 7th grade, spending many hours a week at his house simply talking and making art. his little brother is like your favorite person, the little squirt constantly bugging bill about when he'll see you again, and telling bill he likes you better because you'll play with him.

eddie is a mother hen to you, warning you about the dangers you put yourself in on a daily basis. you are more reckless than the other boys, so it's common to see eddie turn an ugly shade of purple when he witnesses you do something exceedingly ignorant. with your asthma, he can relate to you, but you personally believe the inhalers you have are pointless and there's no need to rely on them, but eddie disagrees. when he takes a puff from his emergency inhaler, which is more of a daily one, he tends to shove one in your mouth too for simple sake of anxiety. you've found that he calms down when you play with his hair or give his scalp a light scratch, his voice lost in the serenity of it all.

ah, richie tozier; you two are scarily similar, and everyone is aware of it. he's of course referred to as "trashmouth", and you're known as "loudmouth", as richie has a tendency to speak inappropriate things, and you just keep speaking and can't properly whisper to save your life. a major difference between the two of you is your vulnerability, naiveness, and positive charisma. his talkativeness is characterized by sarcasm and the "class clown" stereotype, while yours relies more on really just being a chatterbox, whose thoughts spill out at rapid speeds without being filtered by your brain. fortunately, it's easier to make friends this way, and you tend to be the ice-breaker of your friends. richie, personally, admires this about you and thinks of you as an "innocent little ball of sunshine", and likes to put his arm on your head to show his dominance.

your relationship with stanley uris is a bit complicated; of course, at first, it was unproblematic being friends with him, as you were easy opposites. you spoke into the space that he was too quiet to fill, and it was comfortable for the both of you; you got to speak your mind without interruption, and stanley was able to have company that didn't force him to interact gregariously. however, as you grew with time, he found your carelessness to be irritating, as he hated feeling he had to be anxious all of the time; stanley enjoys turning his alarm off, and running on low function, and he thinks it is hard to do that when you're jumping off cliffs, climbing on slippery rocks with your eyes covered, and provoking bullies three years older than you. he finds you irrational and childlike, which is difficult for him to grasp as an inherently strategic and analytical person. you are a glass half full, and he is glass half empty. he prefers to consider the consequences, and you have a tendency to wait to find them out after you commit the deed. he has his future planned, and you want to live in the moment; you enjoy surprises, new opportunities, as there is something entirely boring about being sure what you plan to do each day. sometimes, you believe stanley wakes early, dresses in the outfit he put aside the night before, and takes a seat to write down a schedule. you shiver at the thought. unfortunately, the disagreements put tension on your friendship, as hanging out periodically ends with an argument, and one of you stomping out to rant to one of the others. you sincerely care for each other, but also find each other extremely irritating when the situation calls for it; which is becoming increasingly habitual as you grow taller with age.

but you also find him to be beautiful.

you're fifteen when you properly meet ben hanscom, beverly marsh, and mike hanlon. it's also the first time you felt something strike deep in your gut for that particular redheaded girl, and the way her newly chopped locks curled at the ends. she had tucked your hair behind your ear as you wrestled with the button on your overall shorts, and took your hands in hers, pushing them aside so she could slip the button through the hole properly. she was so graceful, elegant even, in the way she held herself. that day, you labeled the twist of your insides as insecurity, nothing else.

it was a mix of many things, you realized a long time after. insecurity, deep-rooted sexual confusion, and jealousy.

beverly is the first to jump off the cliff and into the lake below. after aiding you in your clothing disaster, she slips her creamy overdress from her shoulders, and gives her arms a good shake. she departs with a glance back at you, the sun beating down on her hair like fiery red flames, and her icy eyes contrasting its intensity. suddenly, you feel so small; so plain. before she could see your lip quiver, she was in the air, high like an angel, before falling towards the murky waters.

the stars in bill and ben's eyes, and the admiration in the rest of theirs, erupt a cacophony for you, striking your heart like a harsh note: these aren't your boys anymore.

bill jumps next, and then the others, eddie last. the splash sends spikes in your spine, but it's a warm hand on your shoulder that kick-starts your body. sandy curls appear in front of your face, tilting to reveal the kind eyes of stanley uris. his mouth is shaped in a firm line, a bit disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm. he seems to be at war with himself.

he stays silent for a moment, eyes searching the sky for the right words. "i want to go last," he finally breathes, seemingly triumphed in his verbiage, "i don't want them to see me cross my fingers behind my back before i go."

you laugh softly, relieved. you are grateful knowing he wasn't going to pry in your hesitation, or your brief self-consciousness. even when the two of you bicker, you hold high respect for stan; he's a boy of few words. he isn't shy, and certainly isn't bashful; he simply chooses to speak sparingly, believing that the chattiest voices aren't always loudest. he doesn't word vomit to fill the silence; that is how you know his words are meticulously chosen, like pieces to a greater puzzle.

stanley's thin frame makes no unnecessary movements, but rather awaits yours. his hand has long since abandoned your shoulder, and rather is cuffing his other calmly in front of his hips. the lack of speech isn't menacing or awkward, but instead a bit comforting; it gives you adequate time to finish undressing, tossing aside your socks and shoes. you pull the loose scrunchie from your hair, and give yourself a silent nod in reassurance.

"promise not to tell?" stan says quietly when he's sure you're more stable, curious eyes searching for yours.

"pinky promise," you insist, holding up the smallest finger on your right hand. when his wraps around yours, you toss him a childlike grin. "i never break them."

and then you're gone, cascading down towards the green waters, each wave crystalizing in your descent.

"i know," stanley whispers to himself. little do you know, he has the same epiphany you had just seconds ago, aweing after beverly.

he crosses his fingers behind his back, and steps off the cliff's edge.

air reaches your lungs when you pull your head above the surface, and you gather your sopping hair from your skin, laying it against your neck. you face the sky, and stan's dive is a flash of gold: like a bird, graceful in it's dip, his curls like its wings.

you find yourself wanting to ask him what it's like to fly.

—

on a boiling day in the middle of june, you and the others spend a day in the quarry again, but instead have a picnic by the rocks rather than racing back into town for a snack at eddie's house. it was mike's idea; he hadn't told anyone until he showed up early that day, sweaty and beaming with a quaint basket and blanket tucked under his arm. you felt a bit guilty, honestly— you wish he would've told you so you all could pitch in.

he seemed ecstatic, though, setting it up, so you couldn't bring yourself to mention that.

beverly says she wants to sunbathe with you, so you agree with hot cheeks and position yourself awkwardly next to her, posture straight with your knees tucked under your arms. your stiffness goes unnoticed by her, thankfully, so you're able to admire her form in peace as she stretches her limbs out with a soft sigh. compared to her, you feel unbearably rigged, unbearably not feminine. a thought crosses your mind that her own feminity outshines yours so much that the boys must think of you as one of them, minus the third leg, and with twin petals blossoming on your chest.

the boys are curled around their usual spots, the multiple boulders a few feet from your seated position, chatting carelessly. mike is discluded, lost in preparing the perfect picnic for you all. perhaps if you had noticed the simplicity of it all, you wouldn't have blurted out something ignorant to force a tension in the summer air.

"do you guys think i'm pretty?"

the conversation drops briefly, takes a soft roar, and then entirely ceases as seven pairs of eyes draw to you, including mike and beverly. the red-haired girl has a smirk on her lips, tilting her head ever so slightly as if to test your patience and purpose.

bill clears his throat gently. "u-um, well, yeah of c-course.. w-why wouldn't w-we?"

you shrug nonchalantly, and the others eyeball each other, pleading for another to say something else. eddie and ben slyly play rock paper scissors for a sacrifice.

richie whistles lowly. "this is gonna be good."

your face's temperature soon begins to rival the sun as your breath hitches in your throat, attention turned directly on beverly, as though her presence might calm your nerves. it doesn't. your lower lip is caught between your teeth, as you grow progressively more embarrassed of yourself the longer the others stare.

beverly smiles gently, her intensely blue eyes never straying from yours. "i think you're the prettiest girl in the world."

you sputter suddenly, adjusting your aviators, and spill out something along the lines of "i have to go take a piss", and skitter off in the direction of the woods. you curse yourself the entire way.

richie laughs, breaking the tension. he pats stanley's bare back roughly as the lanky boy stares at the trees you disappeared behind. "and the hits just keep on coming."

"beep beep, richie," eddie scolds, and richie winks at him, suggestively nodding towards him. eddie rolls his eyes and his gaze drops to his feet.

"sandwiches, anyone?" mike whimpers, a lopsided grin as he holds up a loaf of bread. stanley gently pushes past him and disappears into the brush.

"well, i, for one, would like three," richie replies, slapping his thighs as he stands.

eddie mumbles a word or two about richie being "as selfish as ever", and makes his way to mike also. beverly is a bit quiet, and bill chooses to sit beside her; his hands fall to his knees, rubbing them subconsciously.

"u-um, you didn't do a-anything wrong," he says, aware of the deep concentration beverly has. he can usually tell when everyone is upset or has something on their mind. "she's j-just been a l-little self conscious lately."

"please," beverly whispers, lifting her head to the sky, "i can tell she's been different around me. i must have said something to offend her. i should apologize—"

beverly pulls herself up, dusts off her legs, and is yanked down by bill's shaky hand.

"d-d-don't—" when the girl steadies, he continues, "let them b-b-be. if y-you really did s-something to h-hurt her, s-s-stanley will f-find out. trust him."

the greenery is exceedingly massive— miles and miles of towering woodland, filtering in streams of sunlight, rocky terrain around every trunk. you find yourself breathing heavily while seated on a boulder that is tucked away behind a ledge, facing the opposite way of the opening that your friends are at. elbows pressed into your knees, you put your face in your hands.

the air is tightening around your throat, and your uneven breaths become wheezes. you fist your hair in frustration, and smooth it down seconds after. this turns into a cycle, as you calm your wild nerves. fuck. are you allowed to think of her like that? you inhale deeply, the scent of soil filling your senses.

twigs crack in the distance, rapidly approaching feet obliterating the silence that has so graciously aided you in your toxic thoughts. you run your hands through your hair, and then fist a handful at the scalp. you smooth it out tenderly. when the footsteps are extremely close, slow down their pace, and stop entirely, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"go the fuck away, bill, i don't need your lect—" you bark, waving him away, but are cut off by long arms wrapping around your neck. your anxiety washes away, but you make no effort to embrace them in turn. your hands become fists, with no fabric of a shirt to grasp. you don't notice the tears racing down your face until your eyes and cheeks burn furiously, and your throat is caught up in sobs. when you peek, the sight of stanley's dusty curls in your peripheral sends waves of numbness and comfort over your skin.

your thoughts become hazy once you've lain your head against the bone of stanley's bare shoulder, and you feel a weight on your body lift from you— and transfer to him.

you swear you can hear faint whispering, voice cracked and vulnerable: "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

the part that leaves you aching for days in the future, is that you're not sure he was talking to you.

➳ i hope you liked it! it's a bit short but idc cuz i'm tired.

#it #the losers club #stephen king #it 2017 #stan uris #stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #losers club x reader #beverly marsh x reader #it fanfiction #stanley uris imagine #beverly marsh imagine #kassie writes #BW

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well-that-was-fucked-up · 3 years

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So there’s a lot of controversy about this “Bean Dad” guy at the minute and it’s uh, it’s another one of those times where I’m seeing abusers in media (even if only social media this time) get huge amounts of rightful condemnation for shit that is nowhere near as bad as my parents did all the time that nobody ever fucking condemned them for.

It’s a weird pattern that happens a lot on TV when characters get to call out their shitty fathers for being shitty and their shitty fathers are always 10x better than mine whilst also acknowledging that they’re shitty and having everyone around them acknowledge that too and I’m like...my dad and everyone around him acted like he was fucking amazing?? Except for my mother, which my dad and all his friends played off as her being crazy and having a grudge against him specifically, which, I mean...she was and she did. But she had a right to he was fucking awful to her he was fucking awful to all his girlfriends. But in that socially acceptable “he’s just one of the lads” kind of way. And my mother was 100x worse than him but nobody ever acknowledged it and everyone always just told me “she’s your mother” and would go off on rants about how hard it is having children and what a burden kids are and how I should cut her more slack (like I did’t get enough of all of that from her in the first place) and I just...

I regularly didn’t eat as a kid. I’d figured out how to make beans on toast from a tin on the stove entirely by myself by the age of 7 after being told to go make my own food enough times because I was fucking sick of just eating raw cucumbers and bowls of ketchup and jars of nutella and peanut butter because that’s literally what I used to have to do to survive before I figured out how to heat up tins on the stove and frozen food in the oven. And even after that I still didn’t eat enough because there often just wasn’t any food in the house FOR me to cook. I stole food from school until they literally moved the sandwiches behind the counter where people couldn’t reach it because of thieves (and these days I see kids getting help from their teachers and schools when they can’t eat and I don’t want to be jealous I’m so glad they have that help now but I AM because NOBODY BELIEVED ME at school when I told them I didn’t get fed at home and they responded to my clear need for food by making it harder to get!) and I stole chocolate bars and sweets on the way home from school almost every day because they were the easiest to slip up the sleeve of my jumper and were at least some quick energy. My dad gave me £25/month pocket money into my bank account and I spent like £5/week on coke and crisps because that was the best calories-for-money and walking into a shop and buying crisps covers up the fact that you’re stealing lots more chocolate while you’re in there. (and my mother and sister would STILL come to me at the end of the month for my last £5 because they’d spent all theirs on booze and fags and bullshit they didn’t need and I’d often be guilted into handing it over even though I also needed it for fucking toiletries and shit and later on makeup cause there was no way my mother was gonna buy me that when she hadn’t been paying for any of my hygiene products for years - I often just ended up stealing that shit too, enough for the basic natural look to get me out of being bullied at school because I considered that a fucking necessity, and then I just straight up went to the testing counters in big department stores to get my face done before dates lmfao)

And then my dad, who didn’t live with me and didn’t see how little I ate most of the time, would shame me for the amount I ate when I was round his house (because he actually cooked real meals that weren’t burnt-yet-frozen messes guaranteed to make me sick like the mother occasionally made me when she made anything at all), and would tell me I ate too much and that must be why I was so fat. As did everyone who ever saw me eating any of the chocolate or sweets that I stole. I’ve always been fat. I’ve always been starving. The two are highly connected you know. Food insecurity and yo-yo dieting both literally make you fat. And if you don’t want someone to eat chocolate maybe offer them a REAL FUCKING MEAL you have no idea how much that would have meant to me as a kid.

#bean dad #my dad #my mother #poverty #starvation #fatphobia

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egg-emperor · 4 years

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Hello Julian, are you having a good day? Lately I am thinking about how the other humans think about the Eggman's appereance. They are amazed? They think that Eggman has an strange body? What do you think?

Hey there! I’m feeling slightly better today, thanks! I hope you’re alright yourself too.

Before I get into my own thoughts and concepts, I just wanted to show one of my favorite canon examples of other characters having thoughts on his appearance. Professor Pickle’s Assistant in Unleashed:

Even though the humans are a lot more cartoony and diverse in many shapes and sizes in that game, it’s clear that they still think Eggman’s appearance is quite bizarre. And not just because he has a big mustache and belly lol, though that evidently is indeed a part of it, going by Pickle’s assistant’s emphasis. Eggman has a lot of strikingly bold features that one notices upon seeing him. I like to think that he knows this and enjoys to having that impact on them.

Sonic characters, are often recognized for their comically large hands and feet but there’s no way they aren’t especially surprised and baffled by Eggman's size and proportions in multiple ways. He has the biggest hands and feet of any human in pretty much every game, even in Unleashed.

Plus, Eggman is literally shaped like an egg and he can’t seem to gain fat in his long and attenuated arms and legs, which they definitely find a little strange. He can also be frightening in the dark and with the casting of his shadow/silhouette. It’s always likely that someone will either find him big and scary or big and goofy depending on their perspective but it’s almost always along those lines.

For everyone that’s under 6 ft, his height on top of all that increases how intimidated they are by him. And he knowingly uses it to his advantage. He knows exactly how to stand and position to appear bigger and how he can rise to his full height and loom over people to quickly unnerve them. I also like to think everyone was shocked to see that he kept growing taller throughout his adulthood, since his classic design is shorter than his modern. XD

And since Eggman shares such a similar appearance to his grandfather and I want to believe he does with his father too, everyone would also feel the same about them. In the past, I established that I would not want to accept the whole concept of them being overlanders in the main canon. I much prefer them being humans.

So the males in the family just happen to commonly have a unique build, limbs, facial features, apparently no eyebrows lmfao, etc. But they're still humans all the same. And people can be quite amazed by the way they look. I’m not sure if the same would apply to female members though, since Maria is the only main canon example and she was never all that cartoony. It's funny seeing her next to Gerald and Eggman because of that lol.

But there’s something wonderfully different and unique about the Robotnik family genetics. Eggman has always been very proud of his distinct features because he likes to stand out. He enjoys a lot of the attention and reactions because he wants people to be in awe, fear him, and remember him. And when he was a child, he embraced the fact that he shared some features with his grandfather and was going to have more in the future.

#Idk if you can tell but #I had a lot of fun writing this fkgbfdbghdgh #analysis #headcanons #my post #dr. eggman #eggman #dr eggman #dr robotnik #weight #robotnik family #sonic unleashed

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gasoliya · 4 years

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*air horn noises*

this is a massive post, so if you’d like to see some of the wanted connections i’ve typed out for my girl soliya, please read through the cut!! if your’e interested in any of them, please feel free to like or comment!!

let’s get writing, y’all!!! and come in here and catch this snuggle (and these plots)!

if you want a quick and dirty run-down of soliya, please click here for my intro where i talk a little bit about her past and bio! if you want to read her bio (it’s pretty short!) click here! but if you want both the live action and the replay...read both B^)

a few things to say - i know i have alienated her to a degree since the highest population of muses are in their early to mid 20s, but that’s why i purposefully wrote her as a traveler to offset some of that!! so that this way, at least she’d be able to travel around to the other nations and make meaningful connections with a whole variety of people!

also - these titles are all song titles/lyircs from songs on a playlist i’ve had on repeat for the last few days in quarantine. some are directly applicable feelings/vibe wise, others are just the right feel in the title itself and not necessarily the song lyrics apply to the plot! (wow this feels like krp tumblr in like, 2014). sidenote: i am a very flexible rper, and am comfortable with nsfw themes but PLEASE let me know if you are not! would never want to make any of my partners uncomfortable and PLEASE do not try to push yourself if it’s something you don’t like to/don’t usually incorporate!

LASTLY, i’m 100% down to plot out original connections too! and if you have a plot or role that you think liya might be able to fill for your muse, just let me know! but the below are certain connections i’d love to see for her c’:

now, onwards & upwards!

the other side x. (m/f/nb! any age! 2 open!)

for how angsty that title sounds this plot is not angsty at all LMFAO. while traveling with her father i imagine that she’d make some friends that she consistently seeks out whenever they’re in that nation! soliya is pretty relaxed and friendly, especially since that’s the whole point of a diplomatic visit. plus, just traveling to all the different air temples and nations, you naturally make connections! she probably tries to get to know as many people as possible and make as many connections as possible - plus a tour of each place from a local? heck yes! post-black sun, as she’s going through and getting the feel for how each nation is, as a representative of the air nomads and on her father’s behalf, i can imagine she’d be so fucking worried for all of the people she’s met and knows! this also allows us for current plots and past plots!! at the moment, looking for 1 muse for each spot from the other nations to start!

fire nation: open!

water nation: open!

earth nation: @zuerga

way you move x.(m/f/nb! +/- 6 years! 3 open!)

sometimes you just gotta get out excess energy! what better way to do so than a friendly spar? love the idea of our muses passing the time not just with companionship, but with some bending sparring! learning the tricks and the trades of each other’s bending styles, and pushing each other to be even better. there may not be a need per say, to train, but it’s always nice to keep your skills sharp and learn more about each style and person! i think soliya would be fascinated by the other types of bending out there, especially the particular and unique subsets of each, and also by how each person’s own style affects the moves/impact/force! since she’s also on the older side of the spectrum, could definitely see her being a mentor type not just to other airbenders, but also just in tactical elements/critical thinking during spars, etc. post-black sun...there may be a need to spar for the intents of training. but also - check ins on status, health, is there anything that i can do for you?

fire nation: open!

water nation: open!

earth nation: open!

love me less x. (m/f/nb! younger sibling! open!)

cough, so this requires the making of a muse, and i will put this on a wanted connection ask to the main page maybe like...a few days after i first start but like...this is a big part of liya’s origin story! i go over it here and here, so i won’t make this too long, but yes! i would SO LOVE someone to work this in their bio if they’d like and we can play out the various interactions pre, during, and post the incident. liya holds SO MUCH guilt from the accident and will probably never fully forgive herself, especially as she gets older, as the more mature she gets, the more obvious it is to her how much of a shithead she was as a teen. and even now, in her relationship with her bending and her personal relationships (esp. romantic) she’s guarded to a degree, even almost 15 years later.

I got too much dirt to come clean Closets full of skeletons that you don't wanna see Will you judge me? All my ugly? I won't blame you if you do

me & your ghost x. (m/f/nb! any age! 2 open!)

after the accident with her younger sibling at around age 16/17, she went into a period of self-isolation for about 4 months. 3 of which were spent on air temple island, and one in which she soul searched at the other 4 air temples (nesw). after she comes back home she’s ready to take on her father’s teachers on self-discipline and applying it into her everyday life & demeanor. that probably takes about another 4 months of intensive learning/meditation/isolation, along with traveling to other air temples for training with other airbending masters which comes to a total of 8 months in which she is just MIA. the idea for this plot would probably be that she is significant is some way to your muse - be it a big ass crush, an older-sister figure, a mother figure???, an incredibly strong friendship or any other dynamic, and when she just disappears without notice (i feel like she cycles through all the nations at least once every 2 months or so, stays for at least a few days) your muse is just “what the hell?” primarily a pre-black sun plot for the drama and character development, but that probably also means that by now (almost 15 years!) their relationship is hella strong and they’re very, very, close!

spot one: open!

spot two: open!

good news x. (m/f/nb! +/- 2 years! open!)

emotional support. someone to talk to, to confide in. this is someone, one of the VERY few people (maybe even the only one?) that she would confide in and talk openly about her feelings with, regarding the accident. i imagine this is a - after her 8 months of isolation/soul-searching, they’d meet for the first time, exchange kind of stilted pleasantries, and then just *emotional breakdown* as soon as they hugged. she’s be 17 at the time, so this is someone who would need to be about the same age/maturity to be able to handle it (or not!!! lmfao!!!!) and comfort or just, be there to help her work through it as she wouldn’t want to talk to her family about it - they’re just too close to the situation and their reassurances always feel a bit fake (to her).

similar to the above! primarily a pre-black sun plot for the angst and drama and character development, buy they’re super fucking close by now (or do they have a fallout???) so whatever we decide, it’ll affect what their relationship is like post-black sun!

I spent the whole day in my head Do a little spring cleaning, I'm always too busy dreaming Well, maybe I should wake up instead, A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget Why can't it just be easy? Why does everybody need me to stay? [...] Well, so tired of being so tired Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire? I'm no liar, but sometimes the truth don't sound like the truth [...] Good news, good news, good news That's all they wanna hear No, they don't like it when I'm down

roxanne x. (m/f/nb! +/- 3 years! open!)

the general gist of this plot is like...liya, in her head: man, fuck this asshole!

it’s that person that just gets under your fucking skin for some goddamn reason. be it completely different values, incompatible personalities (which is some a1 shit cause she usually gets along with most), or they’re just flat out hostile...something makes it almost impossible to stay calm around this person. they just dig at her finely shaped walls, and though she’s spent YEARS cultivating her self control and discipline, this person always gets her so close to breaking it and having her lash out (aka returning back to her younger days), but she’s not going to let them get the best of her (right?)

post-black sun...honestly i have no idea LOL. this would probably just have to be worked out in more detail with whomever takes this plot! as the undercurrents of why they don’t get along can be attributed to many different things (pure unadulterated hatred? simple annoyance? hate chemistry?), which would then affect how they are/interact after black sun!

Goddamn, Roxanne Never gonna love me but it's alright She think I'm an asshole She think I'm a player

alright let’s make a right at this stoplight into sad bitch hours! beep, beep, we’ve arrived! (i’ve been listening to a lot of sad ballads don’t mind me)

details: i’d always imagined that liya’s had 3 significant heartbreaks/relationships in her life. why three? because it’s a magic number and there are 3 main sad songs that have been in rotation on my spotify!

when we were young x. (m/f/nb! +/- 1-2 years! open!)

*krp writer voice* childhood sweethearts...*aza voice* but with a twist it doesn’t have to be requited if you don’t want it to be! i’m totally down for the longing childhood sweetheart/crush dynamic but if that’s something you’re interested in! i’m down for liya to be the one with the fat ass crush or it can be your muse too! but at some point i imagine they do go it a try, but it does end cause they’re...young and dumb (lol). but it’s your ‘i didn’t want to lose you as a friend, no romantic relationship is worth losing you forever’ dynamic but they’re already past that point!!! but is it of no return? especially with recent events? they obviously care for each other very deeply still, and i imagine that they still keep in good contact, and now that they’re older it’s easier to brush off/get over, but did all of those feelings fade completely? who knows! you decide (pre-black sun)! post black-sun...hold the ones your love a little tighter.

Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk to the way you move Everybody here is watching you Because you feel like home You're like a dream come true

all i want x. (m/f/nb! +/- 4 years! closed!)

CLOSED: @ddmaiga unrequited in a way (?)!!! i don’t have hard opinions on who is who, but they fall into a relationship naturally (probably either instant chemistry, same interests, shared spaces, same opinions, yanno, the way young adults fall in love). but one of them keeps holding back because yanno!!! they’re BARELY young adults (think 19-23)!!! and while one is ready to deep dive, the other one gets cold feet and things end...not badly (but it could if you want it to!) but things just aren’t the same. it’s not a BAD breakup but it’s one that’s never really resolved because neither was willing to completely hear the other person out, and seet things from their perspective. it felt like neither was willing to meet the other halfway *sad violin music* so it’s a breakup with lots of loose ends! even better if we can make up situation in which they HAVE to interact and it’s awkward as hell (pre-black sun)! post-black sun...cue situation in which they have to interact probably LOL

And there's one more boy, he's from my past We fell in love but it didn't last 'Cause the second I figure it out he pushes me away And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway

bruises x. (m/f/nb! +/- 3 years! closed!)

CLOSED: @gataash i’m gonna keep this one a bit shorter and only give the gist, as i’d really love to flesh out this plot via...well, plotting! essentially, they/she fell really deeply in love (i’m thinking she’s like, 26-28 during this), as in - ‘i may actually end up marrying this person’ kind of deep. they’re not co-dependent by any means, but they’re attached at the hip whenever they’re near each other, and i think this would probably be a relationship that’s REALLY steady for at least like, 3+ years, but whatever the exact reason, something comes up and it’s related to her incident when she hurt her younger sibling as she’s naturally incredibly guarded about this (i mean hey, she went into a self-isolating state and didn’t airbend for about 4 months after it happened). they fight, she tries to keep calm, ends up losing a bit of that control, and VERY VERY MILDLY injures the s/o, but due to the precedence and the guilt and lasting trauma from all those years ago, she breaks down, ends it, and runs away (aye) and plays the avoidance game for as long as she can manage.

post-black sun...there’s no way they’re not going to reach out to each other, just to make sure they’re okay. (wow this wasn’t that much shorter...darn it, self...)

I've been holding on to hope That you'll come back when you can find some peace 'Cause every word that I've heard spoken Since you left feels like a hollow street [...] There must be something in the water 'Cause everyday it's getting colder And if only I could hold ya You'd keep my head from going under

#ga:plotcall #gaplotcall

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hackedmotionsensors · 5 years

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Here we go Endgame lets talk about it!

BELOW THE CUT

So I’ll say this!!! Over all!!! I liked it a lot. For a lot of reasons.

I also HAAAATTTEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD a lot of some of the choices. That’s okay. We can have mixed feelings about movies especially the end of a saga. I think they did a good job of getting nods where they needed nods, bringing in storylines from previous movies and conversations that needed to happen.

And they fucking whiffed it on at least THREE REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS!!!

So lets start with what I liked.

1) STEVE TONY EVENT. DO YOU HEAR ME IT WAS A STEVE TONY EVENT aaaah oh my god. From the second Tony lands back on the planet and Steve RUNS to him before even Pepper and he’s holding him and just the look of agony as Pepper takes him away and the fight where Tony says ALL THE SHIT WE HAD BEEN SAYING!!!! WHERE WERE YOU! YOU LIAR!!! and he RIPS HIS HEART OFF OF HIS CHEST AND GIVES IT TO STEVE BECAUSE YOU FUCKING BROKE HIS HEART YOU FUCKING FUCKED UP STEVE!!!!! FUCKK!!!! And then reconciling because “Resentment is corrosive” UGHHH!!! And Steve just barely containing himself when Tony shows up ughh!! UGHHH!!!!!!! AND THE ASS JOKE!!! THERE’S NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION ABOUT THAT!!!! TONY SAW STEVES ASS AND WAS LIKE TAN FRANCED IT LIKE BITCH YOU NEED AN FRENCH TUCK OF MY DING DONG IN YOUR BUTT!!! and Steve over the intercom being like “omg tony not in front of the kids” AND A STEVETONY SOLO MISSION!!!!!!

A STEVE TONY...

SOLO

MISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TONY CALLING STEVE MY MAN WOW. WOW. FUCKING EXCELLENT ON ALL ACCOUNTS THANKS SO MUCH!! I was given some bread thank you I will eat this stevetony bread nom nom nom nom nom.

2) Tony’s arc in this story was really beautiful. He finally got what he wanted, some perspective and closure with Howard. And I know initially you want to go “Hey Howard was really abusive” and yeah he was. But its complicated. Because Tony even says in Homecoming he was trying to break the cycle of abuse and he DID with Peter and Morgan. You can see just HOW MUCH he cares for his daughter and he was willing to say fuck you to the UNIVERSE in favor of not losing her. Its always a different perspective when you see your parents as people and not as YOUR PARENTS.

Also Tony lying on the table with Natasha UuU. A lot of the interactions with Tony and the other characters were so good. Tony and Rocket. Tony and Nebula. Tony and Carol (tho brief). Tony arguing with Pierce like his little gay senses were like “This guys a nazi I bet”

3) I genuinely liked the Time Heist. I DID NOT LIKE THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL IN THIS MOVIE BUT I’LL GET TO THAT. But I looooved the Time Heist. From the New York stuff with Steve fighting Steve and knowing his dumbass loses his shit when he hears things like “Bucky’s still alive” and being done with his own stupid shit “I can do this all day” “YEAH I KNOW” (which btw at this point was basically the last thing he said to Tony in Civil War so maybe that doesn’t have its plucky little fire anymore and now is a sore spot). I loved Loki running away with the Space Stone (even tho as of now I’m still not sure what the FUCK THAT MEANS!? more on that in a sec) Loki making fun of Cap. Loki rolling his eyes at Odin. Tony dressed in a shield outfit screaming Medic!!! The gang all on the elevator and Hulk screaming about it and LOKI WAVING HIS HAND AT THE HULK AS THE DOORS SHUT!! TONY SITTING ON THE BRIEFCASE! SCOTT GOING “how the FUCK did you not know they were Hydra LOOK AT THEM They’re a COP!” Then jumping forward to the 70s and Steve’s legs that went all the way up to his asshole and Tony dressed as a doctor

I drew a doodle of it here you go lol I’ll post it properly later

oh did this not happen? Idk what movie you were watching.

4) The big battle at the end was SO FUCKING COMIC BOOK I WAS LOSING IT. Also I keep calling it the Battle of Five Armies or Return of the King lol T’challa BATHED IN A HALO OF LIGHT LIKE YES WE STAN A KING. MY WIFE

MY.

WIFE!!!!!!!!

VALKYRIE!!! ON HER BEAUTIFUL WHITE HORSE!!!! (also not being given an actual name and called Valkyrie is the funniest goddamn thing. Like that’s like going into a Footlocker and talking to the manager but calling them Manager)

CAROL!!!!!! WITH HER BUTCH ASS HAIRCUT PUNCHING THANOS IN THE MOUTH AND WRECKING HIS SHIT

WANDA FINALLY FUCKING FLYING. LIKE. F L Y I N G. THAT is what the Scarlet Witch is SUPPOSED TO DO!! SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE SO POWERFUL IT TOOK EVERYONE TO TAKE HER DOWN CMON!!!!!! And she almost got him too. Honestly if it were down to Carol and Wanda they probably could have ended Thanos alone.

Korg coming back for more comic relief AND PUTTING HIM IN TAIKA’S PINEAPPLE ONESIE!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING.

5) This is controversial. And I know it won’t age well. And that’s okay and feel free to disagree with me entirely.

But I liked Fat Thor lmfao. I know it was played as a joke for the wrong reasons but I laughed. I was like fuck yes his belly looks like mine and that’s not why it was funny and it SHOULDN’T BE but I laughed lol. But on the other hand I think it had partially to do with Hemsworth constantly being like “no no we don’t need a shirtless scene” or just sort of a gag at how Marvel always has a shirtless scene and its just kind of funny to have it not be someone cut. EVEN THOUGH its a fat suit and I can’t take off my fat suit but Hemmy can and that’s kinda shitty.

but I laughed. I can’t help it. He was a whole ass mess and I thought it was funny. And I know there are Thor fans out there who wanted more for him but like I said before this was a SteveTony event. This movie and this win worked because it was Steve and Tony finally coming together again.

It felt honestly the most comic book Avengers of the entire series.

And true to comic book events

it whiffed the landing.

Before I get into dislikes I’ll say that I liked this movie more than I disliked it. I cried H A R D at the end of the movie. Because its not a movie that’s an on its own kind of movie. You had to have gone through the journey to get here. The pay off is completely lost if you only watch this movie. Or you only watch one or two of the MCU. Or if you’re like a few people I’ve talked to where they only like Steve and Tony. Or they only like Thor and Loki. Or they only like the Guardians and hate the avengers. If you have hate in your heart for any of these characters the payoff of this movie is pretty much lost.

The theme of this movie is clearly about moving on when things come to an end. When things stop or end or we lose people we love you have to move on. Steve says that at the beginning of the movie to our apparent gay representative straight director Joe Russo.

But like Tony said before.

Steve’s a fucking liar lmfao

But lets not start there. Lets start with the fucking timeline.

I hate.

I H A T E EEEEEEEEE TIME TRAVEL!!!!!! AS A PLOT!!!!!!! WITHOUT ANY RULES!!!!!!!!!

I enjoyed what we SAW of the Time travel but the rules itself DIDN’T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE.

So when they’re suiting up Hawkeye for the test run Bruce explicitly says that all these movies that say “if you go into the past and fuck up the past you fuck up the timeline and the present/future is fucked because you’ve changed things”

ARE WRONG. HE SAYS THEY ARE WRONG. He says “If you go into the past. The past becomes your present. But the present then becomes your future. So you can’t go back and un fuck your parents to make you. Or kill baby Thanos. because that happened and you can’t change that but you can change youre present”

WHICH DOESN’T

MAKE ANY

FUCKING

SENSE. BECAUSE THEN YOU AREN”T TIME TRAVELING!!!!!!!!!

If you go into the past yes YOU are in your present but the world is still being written around you STILL so you go into the past and change something (loki making off with the space stone) that’s CHANGED. You’ve created a new reality.

THEY EXPLICITLY SAY THIS IN DOCTOR STRANGE AND Y’ALL I KNOW DOCTOR STRANGE WAS BORING AS HELL BUT IF YOU’RE GOING TO USE TIME TRAVEL AS YOUR STORY DEVICE THEN YOU CAN’T SAY THAT SHIT IN DOCTOR STRANGE DOESN’T WORK WHEN YOU’VE ESTABLISHED IT AS THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL.

THE ANCIENT ONE EVEN SAYS “you create a new reality. And it fucks shit up”

LIKE!?!?!??!

WHAT THE HELL!!!

So now Loki has the time Stone in reality B, in reality A Steve goes back and puts the stones back where they belong (and I guess.....gives the soul stone to Red Skull????????? wouldn’t you try to get Natasha back????like that itself is a whole movie of Steve going back and putting things away but ??????)

And then we get to the end of the movie where Steve says Fuck you to Peggy’s reality A family and now on this timeline where they’ve time traveled he lived an entire life WITH Peggy but like.......you were Captain America and you just said “No don’t worry about JFK being assassinated. Or the Civil Rights movement. Or stopping Bucky in any capacity. Or maybe saving MLK. Or Peggy continuing to join SHIELD. Or stopping ACTUAL NAZIS from infiltrating SHIELD.

Because if you go with this idea that Steve went back and “lived a life” What did he DO then. What did he FUCKING. DO?

You’re not Steve from 1940s going back to 1940s. You’re Steve form 2019 going back to 1940s. No wifi. No medicine. No cell phones? Gays are still being persecuted. You can’t drink from the same fountain as black people (or rather they can’t drink from your white fountain).

You are.

CAPTAIN.

AMERICA.

and you just said nah fuck it its fine? This shit can all happen but I don’t super care because I get to dance with Peggy. Peggy who on her own had this whole life. Who did all this stuff IN YOUR NAME IN YOUR HONOR. Who married someone else. Who had a FAMILY. Who had a NIECE that you made out with. And just..... wha....

Like if he had gone back and danced with her but came back with Natasha in exchange for the soul stone but during his travels had aged. Or met someone else.

Like movie wise and story wise I get wrapping up Steve’s story. And maybe the person Peggy is talking about in the video of her in TWS is actually Steve from 2019. Maybe that’s it. But it still doesn’t make sense because they FUCKED UP THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL SO WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.

So. lol I wasn’t a huge fan of Steve at the end of the movie. I know they needed to do something to end the movie with a finality. With Steve being DONE. But instead of finality or closure I just have so many goddamn questions. And I don’t hold it against Evans or even really the directors per say. But I’ll blame Markus and McFeely because they were writing since TWS. They HAD the Cap STORYLINE to write about and that was how they ended it.

its like when you pack for a very important trip and you plan out all your outfits but then wake up late and end up throwing whatever you can find into your suitcase and run out the door.

It felt final and not final.

But I’ll tell you this. From my perspective and obviously I’m going to skew it this way because its me and FEEL FREE to disagree with me.

He left because Tony and Natasha were dead. The two people that he felt the closest to (sorry Sam, Bucky and Sharon [who we didn’t even see as dusted wow]) were gone. Natasha and Steve had become a brother and sister. He would always come back for her clearly. Trying to cheer her up as she’s crying. Natasha understanding Steve’s feeling of being lost. Tony inspiring and fighting with Steve. Like that’s part of what I liked about this is taht you could really feel how Steve and Tony needed each other for this to work but also they needed to not hate each other.

Also I kinda knew the second Scott said “That’s a one way trip!!” before the 70s bit that Steve was going to stay in the past lol What an asshole.

Also I don’t think it was very UN-Captain America because I think people don’t always realize that a lot of the inspo for the MCU came ALSO from Ultimates. And if Ults Cap was able to go back to the past he would have in a heartbeat. Who was a more depressed Cap? Ults or MCU? I just don’t know.

Now.

Natasha.

This was another one I kind of saw coming from a mile away as soon as it was just the two of them on Vormir. I was kind of hoping they’d Hawkeye a way out of the deal by like throwing his daughters picture or something like that. Or that it would be Hawkeye. But they both had an upcoming movie/series so I didn’t know which way it went.

And then there was that big jump. And I was like oh my god they did it right

AND THEN THEY FUCKING DIDN’T.

Wow. Wowwwwwwwwww

Markus and McFeely

REALLY DID THAT

THE RUSSO BROTHERS REALLY DID THAT

THEY DID THE SAME FUCKING SCENE TWICE.

The first time you get because Thanos is a dick and abusive and he would absolutely throw his favorite daughter into the soul pit (which I guess Isn’t picky because she didn’t love him back she hated him but I guess its a one way street with the ol’ soul stone)

And they don’t say during that one (far as I remember) that its a permanent exchange.

But they sure emphasized this time. And they sure killed the original avenger who was the only girl on the team. Who never got a chance to live.

Who Whedon made herself call heself a monster because she can’t have a family and then she gets a found family and then SHE DIES. THEY KILL HER. AFTER HAVING A FAMILY.

WHAT THE FUCK. Like...my problems with Scarjo aside (which are similar with my problems with Paltrow) You DID. BLACK. WIDOW. FUCKING. DIRTY. I don’t care that there’s a movie coming out that was her story. You were supposed to give her a fucking story. And now her story is only how she relates to her TEAM OF MEN.

And now to my last point that I didn’t like. And I don’t hate this one as much as Steve’s ending or Natasha’s ending.

I don’t like that Tony died. I know this is wrapped up in a lot of emotions I have about Tony Stark the character. Robert Downey Jr the person. Tony Stark the character in all his forms is very important to me and I love that he has many forms. 616, Ults, AvAc, Avengers Assemble, the MCU. But his story is important to me. And its heartbreaking. I’m tearing up a bit now writing this out.

I’m just the type of person that hates that a character, in a fantasy setting where you have wizards, valkyries, robots, talking raccoons and trees, Dave Bautista, a giant green rage monster wearing chinos, that you have to take this one part and make it realistic. That we have to keep realism kill this character off because it doesn’t make sense if someone doesn’t die. Because the stakes aren’t high if you don’t make them personal as well.

Which is true like you don’t have high stakes (the planet or universe getting dusted) if you don’t are about some of the people in that universe personally.

I just would have rather he had retired. Moved onto his little farm with Pepper and Morgan.

I think they did right by Tony. Storywise, ending...all the stuff the dropped the fucking ball on with Natasha and Steve they gave to Tony. And on one hand I get it and I appreciate that because (sorry to nat and steve fans truly) I care more about Tony. Tony started this whole thing. In a miracle of accidents they got the right actor, the right story, the right character, the right director, the right timing technology wise, the right social mood and made solid gold. And none of this would have happened if it weren’t for that amazing accident that happened.

And I think it has more to do with not wanting to let go or move on even though i can always go back to Iron Man 1 at any point and start the journey over again and have a laugh but there’s always going to be that ending where its final. Its done. Its over. And in the simplest of terms. I don’t like it. You have to know when to bow out and I respect and appreciate that. I don’t wanna see Iron Man 8 with geriatric old RDJ trying to fumble into a mocap suit.

I understand. I appreciate. But I don’t have to like it as a person. And that’s okay.

Its all about moving on isn’t it? That’s the theme of the movie. Moving on.

Even if you’re steve and your moving on wipes out the existance of a whole other family lmfaaoidnsfasfada sorry sorry.

Okay. yeah that’s all I think I can think of. I’m sure there’s a ton more other people have mentioned aside from what I wrote. Like its a LONG movie and I think its hard to say hey “they fucked this up” or “they got this right” for EVERY SINGLE THING. There were so many characters. Nebula’s story could have been better. Thor’s story could have been more involved. Hawkeye could have been more important throughout the series. Janet could have come back for the final fight and healed Tony. Like there’s a ton of “this COULD have happened” But it didn’t. And that’s okay. It may not be right but its okay. I think they wrapped it up as best you could while still making a good movie. I think you probably can go back after a long while and look at the Endgame and go yeah that wasn’t so bad for an ending. Endings are hard to do with any sort of skill. Its why the joke that the third movie always sucks.

There’s still a ton of stuff to look forward to.

Falcon/Winter Soldier, Loki, Hawkeye, Wanda and Vision (i GUESS??? lol), Black Widow’s movie.

Maybe Steve solved more than he let on who knows. WHO KNOWS. Maybe Mjolnir left him haflway through the journey when she knew he was going to ditch his 2019 family (who again....mostly dead now)

I love Tony 3000. Which I found out is more than a ton which makes Morgan Stark a lot smarter than I am lmfao

#avengers: endgame spoilers #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #spoilers

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marshmallowgoop · 4 years

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This isn’t something I should have edited together.

But here it is: all the messages I’ve received in the last month or so that are mean spirited and/or really hurt me (no matter how well intentioned they may have been).

After all my years of feeling invisible and like no one cares, I think I’m finally getting somewhere. I’m not just being insulted behind my back anymore.

A Tweet: sometimes following the klk tag is good and nice and sometimes you get an essay on why ryuko and senketsu are in love

by the same blog, who is upset that this is not a popular ship

I’m more worth it than ever to be insulted straight to my face.

Transcript under the cut.

EDIT: I’ve explained my reasons for posting this collage here.

“You realize some of us don’t have Tumblr accounts, we’re coming over from what we heard in the Discord, right? Surprised the self-professed shirtfucker lore god didn’t think of that. Don’t trip over your massive brain since you ‘write stuff, at times’.”

“Ragyo’s bath scene was anti-fanservice. She’s disgusting, but it’s meant to turn the gross ass men off from her that would normally be pulled into that. As much as Ryuko and Satsuki are independent, strong lesbian women, so is Ragyo. She’s completely on the wrong side, morally, but geez Goop. Get it together with your points on her. I get that she’s not Senketsu but c’mon. Disappointed because I expected different.”

“senketsu raped ryuko in their first scene together. shipping them is gross.”

“If you have to outline the technical definition of ‘rape’ as it applies to a ship, it’s a bad ship. I thought you were better than this, Goop :(”

“on the fence about whether you have any fucking brain cells at all at this point”

“goops, you’re starting to stoop to the level of those that are bugging you. your last reply came off as super patronizing. i love you dude, but seeing you become as big headed as the haters is disappointing. get well soon.”

“’to quote steven universe’“

“no wonder your headcanons are so unpopular. This whole blog is a bad take

All of the women (except Sukuyo) are gay coded in that show, including the villains. It’s completely unrealistic to except them to cater to your clothesexual Kindergarten bullshit. You watched a different show than the rest of us.”

“You’re so butthurt about this Ragyou thing. Get over yourself. So what, your takes on her are shit. Talk about what you know you can write about successfully then.”

“Senketsu was made using pieces of Ryuko’s DNA. Shipping them borders on incest, it’s pretty fucked.”

“Some of us lesbians want diversity in our representation. We don’t want them all to be perfect, and we accept that we can have representation that isn’t moral just like every other sexuality. You can’t speak for everyone, especially as a non-lesbian, and declare Ragyo unfit for being a gay character. Go back to talking about the talking shirt.

LET US HAVE RAGYO WHAT THE FUCK

your latest take really hurts me, goop. i started following you awhile ago because i love kill la kill. but as a lesbian and someone that loves ragyo (while not excusing her) your claim that she is ‘too evil’ to be representation for me and my people really turns me off of this blog.

Should’ve stuck with what you know. You obviously aren’t aware of the symbolism behind Ragyo and anything about her beyond her calling Senketsu ugly.”

“Goop, giving a Tumblr link on the topic of gene splicing is the equivalent of getting your degree from the back of a cereal box. I have to agree with the other anons on Senketsu/Ryuko.”

“I can assure you no one thinks you’re a man lmfao”

“That feel when senketsu will still inevitably die at the end of the series and ryuko moves on like she’s intended to, because girls can’t wear their sailor uniforms forever. And then she goes on a date with mako.”

“we don’t give a shit if you think ryumako is intended because it’s clear you and your writing are incredibly biased and angled to support your own ship. nice try.”

“usually i agree with many of your takes, but your recent ragyo one is Not That Good, goop”

Sent on October 17th, 2019, at 9:45:45 am: “You could play cringe bingo with this blog, omg. Tag yourself, I’m marginalized Senketsu”

Sent on September 22nd, 2019 at 6:12:00 am: “She shouts his name because she’s talking to him.”

Sent on September 27th, 2019, at 8:31:37 am: “🚂[train emoji] - the sexual assault theme when senketsu forces himself upon ryuko when they first meet. inb4 you come up with some headass explanation as to why it isn’t a sexual assault-geared scene lmfao”

Sent on September 21st, 2019, at 6:47:06 pm: “SENKETSU BEING OPPRESSED AND MARGINALIZED? how many people actually know he exists? not enough for him to be oppressed. comparing this to what the anons were talking about before, idk what you think oppression is.”

Sent on September 23rd, 2019, at 5:47:32 pm: “yeah right, and you have a degree in journalism and creative writing. fat chance on tumblr. at least find something published with actual citations if you want to use it as gospel. but then again, sloppy writing through some heavy ass shipper goggles, what a surprise.”

Sent on September 21st, 2019, at 6:40:42 pm: “comparing the attractiveness of a human versus a piece of sentient clothing? that’s beyond apples to oranges.”

Sent on September 22nd, 2019, at 3:31:08 am: “You tagged them as being the most canon a few posts ago, Goop. Maybe you should take a rest, some of these replies are getting convoluted.”

Sent on October 17th, 2019, at 4:57:52 pm: “AU where you have good takes”

Sent on October 14th, 2019, at 4:43:14 pm: “’Face me in klk IF’ cringe”

Sent on October 16th, 2019, at 1:28:30 pm: “ryuko is physical with senketsu because he’s her fucking shirt. this is getting hilarious, holy shit. they were right.”

Sent on October 29th, 2019, at 7:40:48 am: “You’ve been too busy sucking your own dick to post anything too embarrassing probably.”

Sent on October 14th, 2019, at 6:11:04 pm: “’Demonization of men’ we have gone full headass now, there’s now turning back.”

Sent on October 16th, 2019, at 2:37:06 pm: “Not everyone sends you comments because of the Ragyo issue, don’t lump everyone together. Some of us have just seen this all go downhill and feel like voicing that.”

Sent on September 22nd, 2019 at 3:35:13 am: “you’re not going to explain how senketsu’s supposed oppression is on par with human racism because there’s no evidence that it’s as overwhelming except in your mind, since you’re the only person who would ever try to say what senketsu experiences is on par with what marginalized humans go through.”

Sent on September 22nd, 2019, at 3:09:13 am: “Not to be that guy, but if you see Senketsu as a child and still ship him with Ryuko we have a huge problem.”

Sent on September 22nd, 2019, at 2:55:57 am: “Wait a minute, you just said Senketsu is a ‘literal child’, but also ship Ryuko with him and think they’re canon? That’s pretty pedophilic what the fuck”

Sent on October 16th, 2019, at 7:12:02 pm: “You ever wonder why we’re here?”

#shut up goop #goop makes a (kinda) personal post #i probably shouldn't have deleted all this crap outta my inbox #'cause re-typing these messages was painful #that poor grammar and spelling on some of them....#eesh #anyway i got the moon sickness so i don't feel so good and idk if this helped but eh #the discourse #serious talk #abuse mention #rape mention #kill la kill #venting

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hey-hey-chan · 5 years

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Ice Queen - Hyunjin

❀ Slice of Life/angst + some lighthearted and funny moments

❀ Word count: 7.1 K

❀ It’s December, meaning the winter formal is right around the corner. You happen to be the head of leadership, meaning it’s your job to set everything up, and making everything perfect. Of course, you are unable to do so with a certain boy who keeps telling you to show emotion, to let down your controlling ways- not with people, but with life. Will you finally let down your guard and become vulnerable or will you build your walls even higher?

❀ WARNING: mentions of death

❀ A/N: this... this turned out differently than I imagined... i really like the ice queen/winter formal concept. maybe i’ll write something similar... and less angsty LMFAO

ALSO I changed the point of view of the character, so I’m now trying out writing in second person !! so pls excuse if there are any POV changes (I probs messed up oml) or if there are any tense errors ;-; would LOVE to hear feedback on whether you prefer second or first (my normal pov) person more!!

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The whole school looked like a winter wonderland. The halls were decorated with lights and colorful streamers and the windows had a white rim around all of them. A big fat tree was set in the middle of the school and had little ornaments drooping beside them.

Kids were smiling and taking pictures next to all the fabulous decorations, but unfortunately, you were not one of them.

Your hair was tied back in a slick ponytail and you had to brush back the small baby hairs that framed your face. As president of leadership, you had to do everything, meaning you set up the decorations with the help of little to nothing as well as think of the artwork that was plastered around the school.

“Finally, all done.” You whispered to yourself as you put the final poster about the winter formal above the cafeteria, even though everyone already knew about it.

“Great work with the decorations, y/n, the school looks so festive ever year.” A girl in your science class commented. You gave her a bright smile, one you had to master to look good and nice to your peers. “Aw, thank you so much!” The girl scurried away with her group of friends, leaving you to try and find your own.

“Wow, you set up the entire school by yourself... once again. How expected.” The familiar voice sent shivers down your spine in anger. You knew the boy was just trying to get on your nerves, and you wouldn’t let that happen.

You turned on your heels to face the vice president of the club, Hwang Hyunjin. The boy was wearing a casual sweater with black jeans, but you couldn’t help but scan his entire outfit; he was good eye candy.

You gave him a tight smile. “Well, if anyone else volunteered to help me, maybe I wouldn’t have to do it alone.” You tried to walk past him, but he kept up with your quick steps.

The boy scoffed and ruffled his fluffy hair. “Yeah, maybe people would volunteer if you weren’t such a neat freak and obsessed with control.” You kept walking and didn’t let his words bother you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve heard them and definitely not the last. “Why don’t you just chill out a bit and then have people help you? It’s seriously not that hard.”

At those words, you stopped to stare at the boy. “Hyunjin, I’m fine setting up the decorations by myself. And of course, I do have some help, but most of it is easy work. I like setting up the decorations, alone, when no one is here to help me.” You spoke honestly. You were in leadership, but you weren’t too fond of hanging around other people. You knew that everyone in leadership was fake, and even you were too-- it was just a part of the job.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Well I didn’t ask what you liked. Other people in the club want to help do something as well and you can’t just do everything yourself since you have the decorations stored at your house.” You sighed and tightened the strings on your backpack.

“Um, I think it does mean I can set it up whenever I want to if most of the decorations are stored at my house.” You turned to walk up the stairs, knowing he had a class on the second floor. “No one has ever approached me, claiming they want to help me, so I would argue that everyone in the club is fine with how I run things.” You gave the boy a light wave. “Have fun in class.”

You gave him a fake smile, one you’ve practiced so hard in the mirror. As you turned away, you heard him mumble “ugh fake bitch,” leaving you to chuckle under your breath. You were used to that phrase as only Hyunjin called you it. It was annoying, but it didn’t really bother you as he was the only one who had a problem with you. The rest of the kids at school had thought you were fake, but they had no evidence to find you being mean so their rumors always faltered.

You sat down in your calculus class and tried not to think too much about the irritating boy.

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There was a meeting for the winter formal after school. You were the first one to arrive, of course. You cleaned the white board and set out the markers you brought yourself.

“Wow, you’re here first, surprise surprise.” You tried hard not to roll your eyes at the boy.

“Yeah, I mean, my class is down the hall so.” You shrugged as you gave him a light smile. He didn’t give you one back.

“Or maybe you just can’t handle someone else starting the meeting or touching your precious whiteboard.” You bit down your lip so you wouldn’t snap, but to be honest, the boy sometimes just rubbed you the wrong way.

You set down the pens and crossed your arms. “Or, it’s because I am president, so I have to start the meetings and I do like to keep the white board clean and I like to bring my own markers. So what? I don’t see you doing anything to stop me.” You retorted while setting down your bag on the chair. Hyunjin had nothing to say to you as other students started to file in.

“Hey y/n, the decorations looking fresh this year.” You smiled at the underclassmen girl.

“Thanks so much! I love the way it turned out too.” As soon as most people were there, it was time to start the meeting. “Ok, so, topic of the meeting. Winter formal.” You sprawled the words on top in bright red, underlining it.

“So, any ideas? Decorations? Any fun surprises we should have? Anything.” You said as usual. This was a time just to get ideas out.

A boy in the back raised his hands. “Animals. We have a place for a petting zoo for the students and they can pay us five dollars each time they visit it. That’ll rack in the money!” He high-fived his friends who happened to be sophomores, just like him. You tried hard not to roll your eyes.

“Um, unfortunately, we cannot do that because there may be people allergic to the animals and if everyone is touching them, then of course their allergies will start to act up.” You frowned as if the idea was good in the first place. You glanced at your vice president.

“What she means is, that’s a dumb idea, Heejun.” Hyunjin mocked while twiddling his pencil in his hands. The boy glared at Hyunjin but others giggled at Hyunjin’s words. You both were popular in different ways.

“Moving on, any other ideas?” A junior girl raised her hand slowly and you gave her a gentle smile to egg her on. “Yes?”

The girl adjusted her glasses and fiddled with her long sleeves. “Um, I, um, so I was thinking, like since we need more money for other things throughout the year, I like Heejun’s idea of raising money. But instead, maybe we could have a photoshoot area for the students to come and take photos..? I mean I know I would want to make these memories last as long as possible if I were them.” You thought hard about her words, but you gave her a wide smile.

“I love it! Maybe we could even ask someone in the photography class to help us out with that.” You immediately gave a sheepish smile to Hyunjin, who happened to be the president of that club. He sighed and nodded. “I’ll get on that when I see all of them on Monday.” You nodded and continued the meeting.

Soon, the meeting came to an end as a couple of decoration ideas and food ideas kids had in mind. “Good job today you guys, this will turn out fantastic!” You cheered as the kids had bright smiles on their faces. Everyone hurried out, probably finishing their multiple projects, essays, and homework since it was almost winter break.

You saw Hyunjin was still packing up his bags and as he walked out of the door, you caught up to him. “Hey, Hyunjin.” The boy didn’t even turn around. You held in your yell at him and just kept up with his pace. “So, thank you for being willing to ask the photography club for us, that means a lot.” You thanked him. You hated being on his bad side, especially since he was the vice president of leadership.

He stopped walking and turned to face you finally. “You know, you can be fake to everyone else but me y/n. I’m not that important nor do I care for your compliments.” The boy was impossible, you couldn’t even compliment him with him being rude.

“I’m not being fake, I very much appreciate what you are doing but I guess do whatever you want with my thanks.” You turned to walk the other way but you felt him stare at you.

Usually you would never turn back, but you were curious to what he wanted to say. “What?” You barked. He raised a brow and said nothing for a few moments.

“Nothing, I was just trying to wonder how you would look if you were actually happy with what you were doing.” You felt your blood boil at his comment. Of course you were happy with being in leadership, you were president and a member for 3 years!

“Well that’s rude especially since you’re only in this class for it to look good on your college apps.” You snapped back. Hyunjin was the only person in this entire school who could ruffle your feathers. The boy gasped fakely and put his hand over his chest. You felt your anger pick up.

“Wow, are you trying to say we’re more alike than I thought? You wound me, y/n.” You rolled your eyes. “I like being in leadership, Hyunjin, it’s not just for a college app or anything.” You felt your voice pick up but you tried to keep it steady.

Hyunjin knew the effect he was having on you but he simply just laughed. “Really? You mean you like smiling at people and never getting mad at them and never putting down ideas simply because they’re stupid and idiotic?” Hyunjin scoffed at you and took a few steps towards you. “You’re like a fucking machine, you have zero emotions.”

Your anger was overrun by sadness as he said those words. But also, that was the goal you were trying to achieve: if you didn’t show emotion, no one could knock you down a peg... right?

“I have plenty of emotions.” The words came out of your mouth, but even they seemed frail in your ears. The boy picked up on the small emotion, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

He just shrugged his shoulders and turned towards the door. “Ok, y/n, then talk to me next time you show them.”

He left, leaving you in the hallway to think about your emotions and re-evaluate your life. You had plenty of emotions! Just because you didn’t want to show them, why did that mean they weren’t real? And why do people act as if happy isn’t an emotion?

You jumped into your car and let out a deep sigh. “Don’t let him into your head, you’re fine.” You cranked up the radio in your car and listened to the sad tunes of your spotify playlist, hoping that someday you would feel comfortable feeling vulnerable in front of others.

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Your heart still felt heavy as you opened the door to your house, revealing your dog who was happily waiting for you. You slammed the door shut and bent down to pet er. “Aww what a good girl.” You said in that higher tone reserved for pets and babies.

“Home already sweetie? The meeting end early today?” You nodded and set your jacket in the closet. Your mom was sitting next to the fireplace, reading a book as she normally did. “Yup, there wasn’t much to talk about besides the dance and most of us knew what the dance was supposed to look like anyways.”

“Hm, great! Hope it turns out nicely. I’m leaving to pick up Yeongue from his piano lessons soon so can you make sure to walk the dog.” You nodded and at your response, she went back to being lost in a world of words.

You somewhat envied your mom. She was a successful lawyer who seemed to work, work, and work. That was until she quit her job. She quit once she gave birth to your younger brother. She told you that she refused to not grow up with her kids and wanted to make things right with Yeongue. You tried not to think about how that meant you were raised wrong.

Although she had a point, you grew up being raised by nannies and neighbors who were willing to step in and help your mom. You rarely saw your mom as a kid, so it was somewhat of an experience to see her so often. Unfortunately, as you got into high school you had already made a life and didn’t stay at home. You always hated being at home. It made you feel empty and alone.

You’re like a fucking machine, you have like zero emotions.

You turned up the music in your earbuds and tried to ignore the outside world. There was nothing wrong with only showing people your good side.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. You pulled off your earbuds quickly. “Yes?”

“Hey hon, it seems like it’s only us two tonight. Your brother is staying at a friends house tonight and staying til tomorrow afternoon.” You nodded and got ready to go downstairs for dinner.

It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t the most pleasing experience.

You both never spoke that much to each other while eating dinner. You slurped up your noodles as your mom had made pho. You watched videos on your phone while she read her book.

“So, how was school?” You looked up at her and shrugged.

“The usual. The meeting went smoothly except for one kid who suggested a petting zoo in the middle of the dance but I fixed the problem.” Your mom let out a loud bark of laughter that made you flinch.

“Haha, sorry honey, it’s just that you said you fixed the problem. ‘Cause kids being dumb are not a serious problem besides their own.” You shrugged. “I guess so.” You had nothing else to say. You could tell your mom was constantly trying to establish a strong relationship with you, but you didn’t necessarily want one. You’ve had a business-like relationship with her your entire life and you liked it that way.

Do you really though? You shoved the annoying thought at the back at of your mind.

You finished dinner quickly and smiled at your mom. “Thanks for the food mom, it was really good.” Your mom smiled back at you. “I’m glad, I know pho is one of your favorites.”

You sauntered back up to your room, ready to finally leave the interaction with someone who was trying to get close to you.

And somehow, you never let anyone do that.

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“Here’s the last essay you guys will have before break. Thank me for not assigning it over break.” It took your entire being not to roll your eyes. It’s not like your other teachers didn’t assign an essay, test, or project already.

She plopped a paper on your desk and you skimmed through the requirements. It was a creative writing assignment. Your least favorite. You favored a structured essay that had a reason and rhyme to it, creative writing was basically anything a person thought to write a story out.

“I know it’s almost time for break, meaning your other teachers are probably on your backs as well so I wanted to make this assignment fun. Creative writing is what I specialize in, so I hope you all enjoy this assignment.”

“Wow, creative writing, how fun right?” You heard Hyunjin whisper in your ear from behind you. You had English with the boy... unfortunately.

You shrugged. “Not really into that stuff but never really seriously wrote a short story before.” You spoke somewhat honestly. You never wrote one because you had no ideas of what to write. You thought that every single trope and scenario of life has been written already, so what was the point?

Hyunjin scanned the requirements and shrugged. “I love writing a good story. Usually I’ll write one based off my photos.” You smiled at him.

“Oh wow, that’s really cool.” The boy raised a brow and leaned back in his chair. “You’re doing it again.” You tilted your head in confusion.

“What am I doing?” “Being fake.”

At those words, you just sighed and shook your head, not wanting to fight with the boy any longer. You wanted to be nice to him, and everyone really, but he just made it so hard.

“What do you do for fun?” You heard him ask. You hesitated turning around, but it would be rude if you didn’t.

“Um, why do you ask?” Hyunjin wriggled his eyebrows and shrugged. “I don’t know, because I’m curious.” You thought about the question, panning through all the things you did and remember loving.

Nothing came to mind immediately.

“Um, to be honest, I kind of like learning about new things.” The boy scoffed, revealing his minty gum in his mouth. “Wow.”

You didn’t bother to ask him about his reaction since you already gave him an answer. You thought he was done talking to you until you heard a light whisper.

“You’re more depressing than I thought you were.”

You didn’t bother to snap back at him this time; you had nothing to say.

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It was Tuesday, meaning there was another leadership meeting. There were two each week, on Tuesdays and Fridays.

The meeting was especially quick this time. “Hyunjin, did you talk to photography club about helping out during the dance?” You asked. The boy adjusted his hair and nodded. You noticed all the girls swooned at the move. Hyunjin was only mean to you, but to everyone else, he was kind and sweet. You’ve known him since middle school where he used to be shy and sensitive, but now he’s more confident, but sometimes you do see that middle school awkwardness.

“Yup, I have two people who are excited to take some pictures for us.” That popped a smile on your face. “Great! Also, is it agreed that we should get some props for the mini photoshoots?” Everyone nodded in agreement at your words. You clapped your hands together.

“Perfect.” You wrote down that you needed to buy some cute props into your phone. “K, this was great, you’re all free to go now.” The students, of course, ran out of the room as soon as the meeting was done.

Hyunjin was slower than usual packing up so you went to ask him about his photography club. “Hey Hyunjin, can I have your number so I can stay updated about the kids in the photography club? And if you have them, their contact info as well?” Hyunjin chuckled and crossed his arms.

“If you wanted my number so badly, you could’ve just asked for it.” You felt a small blush forming on your cheeks, but you frowned at the size of his ego.

“I-”

“I’m joking, y/n, take a joke for once. I know this is so you can control something else in your life like you love doing.” He held out his phone and plopped it in your hand. You gave it back to him after you were done. “Thanks.”

You walked away from him, thankful he didn’t say anything else to you.

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“Y/n! You’re home?” You heard your mom call out. You held in the sigh you had from hearing her voice. Sometimes it just irritated you, just normal teenager things you assumed.

“Yup.” You responded lamely. You saw her laying down on the couch, looking tired and haggard. You frowned and went over to touch her forehead.

“No, don’t touch me. I’m probably really contagious. I have a fever I think and it might be the flu.” You immediately jumped away from her and she chuckled. “It’s fine, but can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“So, Yeongue is at his piano lessons right now, and he needs to be picked up at 5. Can you just pick him up for me? The address is written on the counter.” You walked over to the counter and picked up the note.

“Yeah, I’ll head over there now since it’s close to five already.” Your mom looked at the clock and saw how late it already was. “Oh wow... I should go to sleep now. Thanks for doing this.” You gave her a bright smile and nodded as she wobbled into her room. You stared at the address and sighed.

You got back into your car and zoomed over to the place. You had tons of work to do and you were not in the mood to play games.

You knocked on the door and a woman answered the door, probably Yeongue’s teacher. You gave her one of your bright smiles and introduced yourself.

“Hi, I’m y/n, Yeongue’s older sister.” She smiled at you and welcomed you in. “Of course, you’re as beautiful as your mother.” You let out a kind laugh and shook your head. “Thank you so much.”

The house wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t cramped either. And it wasn’t all too clean besides the piano room. “Sorry for the mess, I have 3 boys.” You stepped over the multiple lego pieces on the ground, praying to God that you wouldn’t feel that pain. “No worries, Yeongue is messy himself. I feel like I have to follow his every move so that he cleans up.” The teacher laughed and led you to where Yeongue was.

He was sitting on the couch with...

The boy’s eyes widened and you had to keep yours from widening. “Hyunjin, this is y/n, Yeongue’s older sister.” You laughed and pretended to play it cool.

“Oh yes, Hyunjin and I know each other from school actually. We are in leadership together.” You informed. Her eyes widened and she laughed as well, patting you on the back lightly. “Wow, isn’t that a small world.” You tried to be friendly with Hyunjin, but he wasn’t into it.

“Now, I have to take Yeongue back to the piano room for a few minutes, you two will be fine out here alone?” You nodded to her and she guided your brother to the room.

You two stood in silence.

“This is weird.” You rolled your eyes since he wasn’t looking at you. “Why is it weird?”

Hyunjin glared at you. “I don’t know, maybe because you, the girl who annoys me to no end, is standing in my living room laughing it up with my mom?” You picked at your chipping nail polish, reminding yourself to re-do them later.

“Your mom is sweet. And I’m sorry I annoy you, I’m not trying too.” You heard him let out a grumble.

“You see? This is what I’m talking about, this is what annoys me!” You were now confused. “Why? I barely said anything.”

Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Exactly! You’re supposed to be mad at me for calling you annoying.”

You raised a brow. “So you’re annoyed because I’m not mad?” Hyunjin took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Whatever, I stick to my words, you’re the dullest person to talk to.”

“Yes, like you’re the best at a conversation as well.” He paused at your words as you held in a smile.

“Did you just make a joke?” He questioned. You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe.”

Hyunjin stood in his living room, examining your expression. “You’re weird, y/n.”

You wanted to comment back, but you saw him already walking away from you, leaving you to wait alone in the living room.

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“Crowning. The best part of the winter formal.” Usually there is only a homecoming and prom king and queen, but at your school, the winter formal is where you wanna be crowned. Everyone takes holiday season to the next level, and you weren’t going to make the people mad.

“What about it?” Hyunjin mumbled. You hummed and looked over your notes. “Well we need to buy new crowns for the king and queen, any suggestions on where to buy them or what they should look like?” No one raised their hands, but they did seem to be lost in thought.

“Is this because you are planning on winning winter formal queen, miss y/n?” Hyunjin said. This time, there was no bite in his bark but you did hear a teasing tone. You let out nervous laughter. “I don’t expect to win winter formal queen.” You simply replied. Hyunjin shook his head silently in laughter.

“He’s right, everyone knows you’re going to be crowned queen, the whole school already knows. You’ve done so much for this school.” One of the underclassmen said, which warmed your heart. You gave her a small smile as well as the others.

“Well, it doesn’t matter who the king and queen are, they’ll still be having crowns.”

“How about ones that resemble a snowflakes? Every year, they have the same, boring, silver tiaras, but for the winter formal, we should have something prettier than just a simple silver, right?” Hyunjin suggested along with the other students who became rowdy at the idea.

You smiled at the idea. “Perfect, a crown that embodies winter. You wanna buy them?” Hyunjin nodded at the idea. “Great, meeting is over then! The formal is next week, I hope you all have bought your tickets, leadership is required to attend and help with set up and take down, as usual.” You saw kids roll their eyes but you couldn’t change the rules.

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December 19.

It was a hard day for you to swallow each year, but you somehow got through it. Alone too.

The leaves of trees were trickling down, freezing in the street. You stood right under one, your feet buried in laughable amounts of snow. You bent down, and brushed off the snow that was covering the writing on the headstone.

“I miss you, dad.” You whispered softly to no one in particular. Your father had died five years ago, but the pain of his passing still sat heavy in your chest. He had died when your brother was just born and your mom never really talked about your dad after Yeongue was born. She was always focused on Yeongue. And only him.

Tears rarely dripped down your face when thinking about your dad as you had grown used to the feeling of emptiness. You bent down and sent down fresh flowers and laid them over his grave. The bright flowers looking beautiful and vibrant, tuning out the death of the cemetery for a few short moments.

You were lost in your thoughts until you heard your name being called. “Y/n?” You spun around quickly, surprised to hear your name.

Your eyes dimmed at who it was. “Um, hey Hyunjin.” He was wearing a puffy jacket, although he still looked effortlessly good. His hair was back in a beanie and his stunning face was open to stare at. There was no malice in his face, but rather sadness and shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just was shocked to see you here, that’s all.” You were suspicious of his motives, knowing the boy was never up to any good when it came to you. He stood next to a grave in the same area as yours, making you feel slightly uncomfortable and awkward.

You hated when other people watching you mourn, it felt like they were studying to see when you would break. And you would not break; not in front of Hyunjin, not in front of your father.

“I’m sorry about your father, I’ve known you for a long time but I don’t think I’ve ever said that.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice. You gave him a tight smile. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

No it doesn’t, it doesn’t mean anything to you. A gentle whisper echoed throughout your mind filling you with unknown anger. You hated feeling insincere, but you never knew how to put passion into anything.

“I’m shocked, even when you’re mourning you’re not crying.” You felt anger bubble in your stomach at his words.

“Some people deal with grief in different ways. Plus it’s been five years, I’ve had lots of time to mourn.” Never enough, it’ll never be enough.

Hyunjin scoffed. “I’m visiting my brother, he died when I was 4, so I barely remember him. But whenever I think of him, I feel such emptiness.. sadness... and even guilt sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I could’ve save him, even though he was sick, it’s crazy I know. But still, I feel so much when I think about him without knowing him truly.”

You felt the judgement of his words which made you snap. “Wow, do you want a gold star for all of the feelings you just spilled?” The statement came out harsher than expected and his eyes widened at your words. You could feel the shock and surprise radiating off of him.

He shook his head, trying to brush off your clapback. “You know, your brother talks a lot about your mom and how much he likes her. Then he talks about his sister, he tells me he barely knows you and that you’re always nice and that you’re always smiling. He tells me that your mom plays with him the most and that you’re always out.” You stood in wonder, trying to understand what he was trying to get at.

“Your point? My brother is the youngest, he gets the most attention.” You could hear your voice getting snappier and snappier and you knew Hyunjin was testing you.

“My point? It’s okay to show emotion, it’s ok to let yourself be vulnerable.” He whispered softly. You felt no love in his words, it was just simple advice.

“Is that all you had to say to me?” You snapped. His eyes shook in surprise.

“I-I mean I guess. You should-”

“You know what? Why am I even letting you run my life? Do you just get off having me feel uncomfortable? If you know I hate being vulnerable so much, then why do you make me want to yell at you or cry or anything? What is your deal, Hyunjin?” You weren’t yelling yet, but it was the most stern you’ve ever been with him.

“I’m not trying to-”

“Well you are! You call me a fake bitch like every week and you constantly remind me of how empty I am, how dare you walk around like you know every body when you don’t even know me at all.” You closed your eyes and turned around, walking back to your car.

“Y/n! I’m sorry, please.” You paid no attention to him as you got in your car and drove away, feeling like you exposed too much of yourself to the boy who didn’t deserve your emotions.

You knew your mom was home and you did not want to go inside. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Y/n?” She called out. In an instant, you felt your walls come crashing down. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. “Y/n?” She called out again. You felt your eyes swell with tears, unable to control your emotions any longer. Everyone has a breaking point. You had reached yours.

“Mom?” You felt your voice break which caused her to get up from the couch and examine you. She saw the tears in your eyes that were threatening to spill. She said nothing as she pulled you into a strong embrace. “I miss dad.” You whispered into her ear.

She said nothing and patted your hair. You felt your tears spill onto her neatly combed hair. “I miss him too.” She whispered.

And for the first time ever, you felt at home in your own house.

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You didn’t talk to Hyunjin at all after your outburst. You were ashamed of it.

How could I have left myself become so stupid? This is exactly what he wanted.

Friday afternoon rolled around, meaning you had a meeting for leadership. You took a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were bright, yet they had no purpose to their brightness. Your hair was neatly dyed from your last appointment and it made you look alive and vibrant. Your makeup was gently applied and your hair was up in a ponytail, as it usually was.

“Why? Why am I letting him get in my head?” You whispered to yourself. You couldn’t help but think about Hyunjin’s constant words and reminders. You weren’t a bad person. You were a really good person. But is that what life only is? Only to just be a good person? And could you ever really be a good person if you weren’t a person in the first place?

You stared at yourself longer and then snapped. You wiped off all your makeup and ripped your hair out of the ponytail, letting the messiness spill onto your shoulders. You took off your blouse and pulled on one of your hoodies you only wore at home. You looked at yourself once more and didn’t feel good.

So you left the house. It had been a while since you pushed your own boundaries.

You got so many stares. People were whispering around you, wondering what happened to you. You weren’t smiling very widely, and you simply just looked like a normal student, but you weren’t a normal student, you were y/n.

English was your first period and you plopped down in your seat in front of Hyunjin whose eyes never left your body.

“Um, are you ok?” He asked nervously. You whipped your head towards him, making him flinch. “Just peachy, how are you, Hyunjin?”

He gulped. “Fine, just fine.”

It was Friday, meaning there was another leadership meeting. You could tell everyone was looking at you with curiosity.

“So, meeting will be short today as the dance is today. Who is help setting up, to be honest, I don’t want to set up the entire dance since it’s my last one.” At your harsh words, you saw a large amount of hands fly up, probably confused at your behavior. “Good. Meeting adjourned, let’s hit the cafeteria.” The students rushed out, whispering about you to their friends.

“Um, y/n, I’m going to ask you one more time, are you ok?” Hyunjin asked. You spun around and glared at him. “Once again, I’m going to tell you that I’m just fine.”

You tried to walk towards the cafeteria but he stopped you.

“Ok wait, look, I’m really, really sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to be an insensitive jerk. Just.. I’m an asshole.” He waited patiently for your response as you raised a brow.

“You are an asshole.” You said with a smile. At that moment, it seemed like the bad blood between you guys had faltered. He smiled too and took a peak at your reaction. “Um, I am and I just realized that I was always wondering why you never really showed emotion besides being bright and happy and I realized that I sorta don’t want to see you sad or mad either. I’ve just been mean to you, trying to push your buttons, but obviously no one deserves that.”

“And I’m sorry for being such a dick to you.” You shrugged and put your hands in your pockets.

“Apology accepted I guess.” You replied lamely, stepping around him. “Less talking, more decorating.”

“Yes m’aam.”

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It took hours to decorate the cafeteria. And it left only an hour to go home and get dressed and ready for the dance.

You sighed as you were hurrying to curl your hair and do your makeup. It was your last winter formal, and everyone expected you to get Winter Formal Queen. And you admit, you had to be prepared for everything. Your mom had gifted you with a beautiful pale white dress with a blue hue of sparkles around it. It looked like you belonged in a winter wonderland.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror and felt content with your look.

You hurried down the stairs and saw your mom waiting with her camera. She had tears in her eyes. “You look beautiful.” She whispered. You smiled and posed for her on the staircase.

“Mom, I’m gonna be late.” She smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Sorry, go have a fun time and text me when you’re coming home.” You nodded and got into your car. You never cared for a date nor did you ever to go in a big group with your friends. You never had gotten that one group of friends, you just made friends with everyone.

But you were fine that way. For now at least.

You arrived at the school and saw that it was filled with people. Most dances, people didn’t bother to show until an hour into it, but the winter formal was important.

People greeted you as they saw you from afar and some even took pictures with you.

“Woah, y/n, you look like a queen tonight! I’m excited for you to get that crown!” One of your classmates said. You just smiled politely. “We’ll see!”

The entire inside looked like a winter wonderland and everyone inside looked stunning. You felt proud at your work and promised you would go easy on yourself this holiday season.

“Wow, you clean up nicely, y/n.” You spun around and saw Hyunjin staring at you. He was wearing gray slacks and a white button up top. He didn’t bother to wear a blazer but he had his earrings on and his hair was nicely styled.

“I’m always cleaned up.” You joked. He chuckled at your response. “You’re right, I guess I’m the one who cleaned up nicely.” You took one good look at him and realized that he could be wearing a potato sack and look good. But let him believe he was ugly when he was looking normal. Kept his ego at bay.

Soon the party kicked off and everyone was throwing their bodies around on the dance floor. You were dancing with all the senior girls who were letting themselves go as it was their last winter formal. Your hair was messy from the dancing and you spun around with your friends, letting the stress drain from your body. You looked up and saw the photoshoot doing well, thankful Hyunjin pulled through.

“ALRIGHT, how is everyone feeling out there?!” The DJ yelled. The crowd of kids screamed back and the DJ chuckled loudly into the mic. “Awesome, awesome, now, it’s finally the moment you’ve ALL been waiting for!” The crowd “ooed and awed” at the announcement.

“The crowning of the king and queen! Let’s see who won the poll!” A teacher came on stage and took the mic from the DJ and looked into the crowd.

“I would love to announce the king and queen of the 2018 winter formal.” You felt your heart beating fast, even though you didn’t expect the crown.

“The 2018 Winter Formal Queen goes to.... y/n!” The crowd erupted into cheers and you felt yourself being pushed onto the stage by your large group of friends. You felt the crown settle on your head and you felt powerful, stunning, and beautiful. Hyunjin really did a nice job of picking out the crown.

“Now, your 2018 Winter Formal King is... Hwang Hyunjin!” The crowed cheered and you saw Hyunjin being pushed onto the stage by his rowdy group of friends. Everyone expected that, he was the most popular guy in your grade... and the best looking.

He stood on stage next to you, looking dapper but also sweaty. He had a crown placed on his head, not nearly as nice as yours. He probably knew he would win the king and didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

“Now, the annual king and queen dance!” Slow music started to play and you suddenly felt super nervous. It was a known thing that Hyunjin was an amazing dancer... and you? You had two left feet.

“You ready?” He whispered softly. You nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck and his hands carefully slid around your waist. You heard some whistles and hollering, but you ignored it. He smiled widely at you, and you felt yourself smiling back. “You look really pretty when you smile.” He whispered in your ear. You chuckled at his statement. “I’m always smiling, Hyunjin, I thought that’s what makes me fake.” You teased.

He rolled his eyes. “There are tons of smiles and this one was real. I’m glad because I’m happy as well.” You felt his grip get tighter as the song picked up.

“Why are you happy?”

“Because I made the Ice Queen smile.” You let out a bark of laughter at the nickname. “Wow, did you make that up yourself?” He nodded innocently.

“No more fake bitch?” He shook his head hurriedly. “Nope, I hate that nickname, I don’t know why I ever found it ok to be a dick to you.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his arms.

“Why Ice Queen?” You whispered softly. He chuckled softly and looked thoughtfully into your eyes. “Because! You barely show emotion and if you haven’t noticed, you just won Winter Formal Queen.” You let out even more chuckles at the stupid description.

“What? You don’t like it?” You shrugged. “I guess I like it.” You both said nothing for a while as the DJ called everyone onto the dance floor.

“I was wrong about you, y/n.” You stared at him so he would continue. “I was too busy judging you for what you did wrong and I never really judged myself. I also hide my feelings and my emotions but hide it with anger.” You sighed into his shoulder.

“No, I mean, you were wrong for being mean to me, but also I do hide my emotions and push people away. I’m now trying to let myself be vulnerable.. so thanks I guess.” He smiled and held you closer.

“No problem, Ice Queen. And if you ever need a friend, I’m here for you.”

You patted his back softly. “I’m here for you too.”

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Ive seen endgame! Spoilers under the cut and I’m not tagging this as spoilers because I’m literally telling you now its spoilers.

1- what the fuck was the point of Tony’s kid? We had more than 10 years with this character, he doesn’t need a kid for emotional impact when he died and now I’m kind of pissed they threw this fucking random kid in there only to orphan the poor thing and make Pepper a single mother. What fucking bullshit. Never should have been a storyline.

2- Pepper in the suit yaaaaaas.

3- Wanda. Fucking loved her moments. And Thanos’ “I don’t even know who you are” was fucking iconic lmao. I mean her “you will” was okay but holy fucking damn that was the funniest shit from Thanos.

4- they killed viz permanently lmao yeah I didn’t give 2 tits and a snare drum about him anyway so I don’t care.

5- Steve. What the fucking fuck did they do to him? Don’t get me wrong, I like Peggy, and I liked him and Peggy in FA. They were cute. But it was a 4 month fling in the middle of of a war. Not that it can’t be important, but after 15+ years you are telling me a 4 month fling from Steve’s youth is more important to him than everything else? And what of Bucky? He leaves him to HYDRA and after all the shit he went through in WS and CW you’re seriously telling me he’d just LEAVE him there like that? I don’t mean to be a dick to Peggy because I do like her, but narratively speaking Bucky has always played more importance to her except when they want to make Steve feel nostalgic. I’m sorry, I’m fucking over that plot line.

More than that though she moved on in her show, she had a life after Steve and he went back and took that from her. And I don’t see why aside from no one let him grow as a character while also having him grow as a character. He went through a huge character shift in WS and then we saw nothing of it. Aside from his motivations in CW, which make sense given the context of WS however much I disagree, we see none of that development and I’m fucking tired of watching him lament over a relationship that lasted for a shorter time than a high school semester. To any normal person, and even to Steve given his non normal stance, he would have moved the fuck on. Also he made out with her niece that one time!! How is he living with this!

Also Sam says they never had a Captain America but Steve was still big when he danced with Peggy, which means he got the serum, which means he still can’t age right, which begs the question of how the tits long did he live? And again, what does this mean for everything else considering getting the serum implies he was, at some point, Cap even if he was never the Cap they knew. What the fuck! I’m actually the most mad about this because Steve, post WS, probably would have been one of my favorite characters given his extreme narrative shift and just how interesting that could have been if anyone ever fucking let him move on with his fucking self but no. Instead we end with him in the same spot he started in! I watched ten years of this shit for him to do NOTHING? All that development (that the narratives never really let him go through in totality because he narratively never shifted out of his War and Peggy Phase even while his character, on an individual level, moved out of that several times) and I watch him end in the same place he started?

Honestly I’m pretty pissed about that. Especially with all the did with Bucky. I seriously can’t believe Steve fucking left him there, ignored every piece of information he had, ruined Peggy’s original happy ending, and then didn’t even grow as a character. I like that he got a happy ending, I think he’s earned that, but I simply cannot believe a 4 month fucking fling meant so much he’d ignore his best friend, HYDRA, Peggy’s original marriage, the fact that he made out with her niece that one time, and everything else to end up exactly where he started. Which is why I don’t really care for him to begin with- because the narrative always leaves him right at the beginning and I don’t know how to invest in a character that grows but never grows. If he narratively was allowed to grow he would have been so. Much. Better. It is so fucking frustrating to me that he never moved the fuck on. You have no idea.

6- “I can do this all day” “Yeah I know”

7- “You look like melted ice cream”

8- Hated almost everything they did with Thor. Fat jokes? Yikes. Though I did love that ice cream line. Loved the bit with Frigga. And like. Thor being devastated and traumatized is ok. I think that’s realistic enough even if I wonder how someone that’s been alive for well over 1000 years doesn’t know how to handle himself with slightly more grace. I would have liked to see him crack differently.

9- Cap picking up Thor’s hammer and Thor being happy about it? 10 000 times better than the garbage Whedon wrote. Loved that.

10- Nebula. N E B U L A. NEEEEEBBBUUUUULLLLAAAA. Start to finish fucking loved her. She was amazing. 2 questions though- how did she not kill herself when she killed herself? Which in itself is a fucky question to ask. And also the second contention point I have with the movie beyond time travel bullshit is why NO ONE asked where she was post Nat (that in a minute). I know they were sad about Nat obviously but Rhodey is a full bird colonel, he keeps track of thousands of people for his job, plus all of his involvement in Tony’s antics, plus the Avengers and you’re telling me he didn’t notice her gone even with Nat? And Tony, you’re telling me he didn’t notice her gone? He was the one who bonded with her the most and he didn’t notice that he’s now technically lost two people he was close to? And Rocket? He didn’t notice? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought that was bullshit.

Even if, by chance, Rhodey somehow didn’t notice his partner in crime was missing (”I wasn't always like this” “Neither was I”- new BroTP yo!) when I think his military experience alone would have made him the second most likely to notice after Rocket (because he knows her the best) then Rocket should have. And if for some reason Rocket didn’t notice despite her being all that’s left of his found family, making him extra invested in her whereabouts, over Nat, whom I think he’d care about but not like Nebula, then Tony, who spent all that time with her in space, would have noticed.

Fucking someone would have noticed her gone. And the whole second half relies on no one noticing this moment and I call absolute bullshit on that. Someone. Would. Have. Noticed. Rhodey if for no other reason than experience of keeping track of people in war zones, Rocket if for no other reason than her being his last remaining connection to his family, and Tony if for no other reason than Nebula being a large part of the reason he’s alive. I was completely thrown from the story here. I simply can’t see how they could over look that even considering Natasha.

11- Natasha. Are you fucking kidding me? You killed her over Clint? I fucking hate MCU Clint. He’s boring, he’s nothing like the comics, he’s a fucking prick, and I don’t give a fuck about his family or anything to do with him. I liked him best when he was going to kill himself for Natasha. That is the only moment, as Marie Kondo would say, sparked joy for me. Otherwise throw the whole thing out. Fucking Natasha over Clint. Fuck you. That was an insult to the viewers. I don’t give a fuck about Clint, I don’t give a fuck about his kids aside from thinking they didn’t deserve the snap, and I don’t give a fuck about his story.

My mom said he was a plain Timbit (donut hole for the US readers) in a donut world and I honestly think that’s insulting to the plain Timbit, which is something we give to dogs as treats in Canada. Clint isn’t even a dog treat to me and they killed Black Widow over him. Fucking pissed.

12- “That suit does nothing for your ass” “No one was asking you to look, Tony!” “That’s America’s ass!” .... “That is America’s ass”

13- I actually really liked what they did with Bruce. I was excited to see all the benefits of the Hulk and Banner in one! That was pretty cool!

14- Strange’s reappearance was pretty badass. And Wong! I was excited to see him there! Was a bit surprised by Tilda Swinton’s appearance but okay. I didn’t hate it. Loved when she punched Bruce out of the Hulk lmfao that was so funny. I do like that she apparently does that to everyone lmao. I should write a fic where she punches Wong’s soul out of his body when the meet just because I think it’d be funny. And I’d love to see more Wong.

15- Steve vs Steve was really cool, I liked that. And fucking Hail HYDRA holy fucking shit I almost lost my ass. Couldn’t fucking believe he said that (and knowing that he just leaves that all for Peggy, his 4 month fling? Find this wildly out of character for him). Then he fucks right off with the tesseract omg.

16- Scott had some iconic one-liners. “That’s America’s ass!” “Okay I'm going to go inside you” omg. Ant Man was a joy to watch in this. I find Endgame used his character right.

17- I know I said it but Pepper Potts in the fucking suit y’all! I don’t know who was watching Morgan but also Pepper Potts in the fucking suit!!

18- That time travel shit made things entirely way too fucky. I knew that’s what they were going to do because that’s all that made sense, but I thought it was fucking stupid. And can Thanos even snap the stones out of existence? Because Tilda Swinton’s speech implied if he did something like that timelines would essentially do the funky chicken and die. She removed the time stone and shit was supposed to get weird, remove all 5 and what happens? Wtf? He fucking hid those stones. Did like Thor’s bit there though, killing Thanos. I think Nebula earned it more than him but I also think it was a good moment for Thor before his character became a fucking joke.

19- narratively I understand why they started with Clint’s family dusting but I don’t give a fuck about Clint or his dusted family. I would have preferred watching a civilian lose his shit.

20- Steve you need therapy, stop leading therapy sessions. Especially when your advice is ‘move on’ and you literally go fucking nowhere in your life even after you went all over hell’s creations. Get this man a proper therapist he needs like 15!

21- lmfao Russos talking about gay representation and it was a guy talking about a date. I shit you the fuck not that was it. Gay. It was barely even there. Only straight men would ever assume that could possibly count as representation holy fuck. Like thanks for the blink you miss it shout out I guess. You remembered gays exist, wow!

22- Strange’s one finger thing, I liked that a lot actually. I think it functioned both as a great call to action and a nice reference to Stephen’s power.

23- Quick question, why was Tilda Swinton in New York? Because they went back too far for Strange- at first I when they mentioned 3 stones in NY I was like wait, when’s Strange’s story supposed to happen? After WS right? He can’t be in NY with the stone? But then Tilda showed up and I was like... why isn’t she in Nepal at the teaching sanctum? Because apparently the NY one isn’t a teaching sanctum and as far as I knew she was training Mordo and Wong there at this time so wtf? And it can’t be explained with ‘she knew she needed to be there’ because she punched Bruce out of hulk and he had to grovel to her to get the fucking thing from her and only managed because she knew Stephen gave up the stone willingly and would never do so without good reason because he’s the best fo the best. So like. Why was she there aside from plot convenience? That was a little too easy. Frankly, the whole plot was a touch too easy but still.

24- tired of aliens we’re supposed to relate to looking like humans but in pink while aliens we’re supposed to dislike are animalistic and non human looking. That’s a garbage trope.

25- The black woman in the elevator who made Tony and Steve is 100% Fury’s mother no one can convince me otherwise. I think the timeline matches up but I don’t care if it doesn’t she’s his mom now. He gets it all from his mama.

Bonus: stop trying to make Howard happen, Marvel, its not going to. I fucking hated that scene with Tony and Howard. What kind of bullshit abuse apology was that? Howard then, sure, he didn’t suck quite yet and seems to be aware of his own shortcomings. Howard in the future? Sorry, irredeemable crap. Narratively interesting irredeemable crap but irredeemable nonetheless. Tony panicking and saying his last name was Potts was great though lol. I’ll take it as evidence he took Pepper’s last name when they got married.

Bonus Bonus: I cried when Sam held the shield. I’ve been gunning for Sam to take over as Cap since we met him and everyone told me it’d be Bucky. I argued that we’ve already seen the story of a super soldier as Cap, it would be more interesting to watch Sam as a relatively normal guy take over as Cap. And I like Bucky traumatized and Winter Solider-y. I think he’s more interesting that way. Seriously though, Sam as Cap will be amazing and I didn’t expect to cry at that of all things but I did. I’m so excited to see him in that role!

Bonus Bonus Bonus for any sorry fucking soul who’s made it this far in I think I might update the Tony, T’Challa, and Their Gaggle of Children verse to include Morgan (but older) finding Tony only she’s his actual assed kid and no one believes it even though they have a striking resemblance. Which annoys them both because he got the media to buy all his other fake kids with easy to track down parents but not his actual kid. Ending with Nebula showing up and him claiming she’s his kid and everyone buying it.

#winters ramblings

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