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awardseason · 1 year

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2023 BAFTA Awards — Winners

Best Film “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER “The Banshees Of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All At Once” “Tár”

Outstanding British Film “Aftersun” “The Banshees Of Inisherin” — WINNER “Brian And Charles” “Empire Of Light” “Good Luck To You, Leo Grande” “Living” “Roald Dahl’s Matilda The Musical” “See How They Run” “The Swimmers” “The Wonder”

Director Edward Berger, “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER Martin McDonagh, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” Park Chan-wook, “Decision To Leave” Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Todd Field, “Tár” Gina Prince-Bythewood, “The Woman King”

Leading Actress Cate Blanchett, “Tár” — WINNER Viola Davis, “The Woman King” Danielle Deadwyler, “Till” Ana De Armas, “Blonde” Emma Thompson, “Good Luck To You, Leo Grande” Michelle Yeoh, “Everything Everywhere All At Once”

Leading Actor Austin Butler, “Elvis” — WINNER Colin Farrell, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” Brendan Fraser, “The Whale” Daryl Mccormack, “Good Luck To You, Leo Grande” Paul Mescal, “Aftersun” Bill Nighy, “Living”

Supporting Actress Angela Bassett, “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” Hong Chau, “The Whale” Kerry Condon, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” — WINNER Dolly De Leon, “Triangle Of Sadness” Jamie Lee Curtis, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Carey Mulligan, “She Said”

Supporting Actor Brendan Gleeson, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” Barry Keoghan, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” — WINNER Ke Huy Quan, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Eddie Redmayne, “The Good Nurse” Albrecht Schuch, “All Quiet On The Western Front” Micheal Ward, “Empire Of Light”

Outstanding Debut by a British Writer, Director or Producer “Aftersun” – Charlotte Wells (Writer/Director) — WINNER “Blue Jean” – Georgia Oakley (Writer/Director), Hélène Sifre (Producer) “Electric Malady” – Marie Lidén (Director) “Good Luck To You, Leo Grande” – Katy Brand (Writer) “Rebellion” – Maia Kenworthy and Elena Sánchez Bellot (Directors)

Film Not in English Language “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER “Argentina, 1985” “Corsage” “Decision To Leave” “The Quiet Girl”

Documentary “All That Breathes” “All The Beauty And The Bloodshed” “Fire Of Love” “Moonage Daydream” “Navalny” — WINNER

Animated Film “Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio” — WINNER “Marcel The Shell With Shoes On” “Puss In Boots: The Last Wish” “Turning Red”

Original Screenplay Martin McDonagh, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” — WINNER Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Tony Kushner, Steven Spielberg, “The Fabelmans” Todd Field, “Tár” Ruben Östlund, “Triangle Of Sadness”

Adapted Screenplay Edward Berger, Lesley Paterson, Ian Stokell, “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER Kazuo Ishiguro, “Living” Colm Bairéad, “The Quiet Girl” Rebecca Lenkiewicz, “She Said” Samuel D. Hunter, “The Whale”

Original Score Volker Bertelmann, “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER Justin Hurwitz, “Babylon” Carter Burwell, “The Banshees Of Inisherin” Son Lux, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Alexandre Desplat, “Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio”

Casting Lucy Pardee, “Aftersun” Simone Bär, “All Quiet On The Western Front” Nikki Barrett, Denise Chamian, “Elvis” — WINNER Sarah Halley Finn, “Everything Everywhere All At Once” Pauline Hansson, “Triangle Of Sadness”

Cinematography James Friend, “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER Greig Fraser, “The Batman” Mandy Walker, “Elvis” Roger Deakins, “Empire Of Light” Claudio Miranda, “Top Gun: Maverick”

Editing “All Quiet On The Western Front” “The Banshees Of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All At Once” — WINNER “Top Gun: Maverick”

Production Design “All Quiet On The Western Front” “Babylon” — WINNER “The Batman” “Elvis” “Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio”

Costume Design “All Quiet On The Western Front” “Amsterdam” “Babylon” “Elvis” — WINNER “Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris”

Make-Up & Hair “All Quiet On The Western Front” “The Batman” “Elvis” — WINNER “Roald Dahl’s Matilda The Musical” “The Whale”

Sound “All Quiet On The Western Front” — WINNER “Avatar: The Way Of Water” “Elvis” “Tár” “Top Gun: Maverick”

Special Visual Effects “All Quiet On The Western Front” “Avatar: The Way Of Water” — WINNER “The Batman” “Everything Everywhere All At Once” “Top Gun: Maverick”

British Short Animation “The Boy, The Mole, The Fox And The Horse” — WINNER “Middle Watch” “Your Mountain Is Waiting”

British Short Film “The Ballad Of Olive Morris” “Bazigaga” “Bus Girl” “A Drifting Up” “An Irish Goodbye” — WINNER

EE Rising Star Award Aimee Lou Wood Daryl McCormack Emma Mackey — WINNER Naomi Ackie Sheila Atim

#british academy film awards #bafta awards #bafta 2023 #winners

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laytonnpcbracket · 10 months

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Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!

This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.

GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.

WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.

WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.

WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.

WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔

WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.

WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)

WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.

WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)

ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.

US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.

And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).

Franco

Stachenscarfen

Ingrid

Percy

Marco

Ramon

Matthew

Lady Dahlia Reinhold

Gordon Reinhold

Simon Reinhold

Claudia

Beatrice

Deke

Agnes

Pauly

Crouton

Flick

Rodney

Chelmey

Lucy

Zappone

Gerard

Jarvis

Adrea

Pavel

Crumm

Prosciutto

Archibald

Sylvain

Martha

Giuseppe

Augustus Reinhold

Granny Riddleton

Don Paolo

Bruno

Andrew Schrader

Anton Herzen

Katia Anderson

Sophia

Mr. Anderson

Beluga

Sammy Thunder

Macaroon

Chester

Babette

Tom

Ilyana

Geoff

Garland

Nigel

Jacques

Barton

Grousley

Steve

Capone

Mitzi

Lili

Sally

Marjorie

Conrad

Karla

Romie

Dorothea

Clabber

Oscar

Nick

Gabe

Balsa

Wurtzer

Lopez

Laurel

Parcelle

Lulu

Albert

Madeline

Remy

Angus

Kostya

Dylan

Joseph

Rory

Lila

Damon

Felix

Niles

Duke

Hopper

Olson

Derby

Dawson

Joanie

Krantz

Grinko

Marina

Opal

Ray

Gregorio

Narice

Gertie

Hamster

Precious

Winston

Claire

Dimitri Allen

Bill Hawks

Spring

Cogg

Dean Delmona

Shipley

Puzzlette

Beasley

Parrot

Subject 3

Bostro

Family Goon

Lockjaw

Splinters

Marzano

Layman

Fisheye

Silky

Shmelmey

Shmarton

Ward

Smith

Florence

Vito

Art

Niklaus

Anita

Alfie

Hazel (UF)

Adeline

Max

Becky

Margaret

Pallard

Dupree

Natalia

Harold

Horace

Hardy

Cuthbert

Segal

Catanova

Rosetta

Colby

Rudolph

Misha

Dylan

Viv

Pepper

Checker

Avogadro

Maya (UF)

Myrtle

Belle

Graham

Slate

Ernest (UF)

Berta

Minnie

Paige

Raleigh

Beacon

Mark

Rosa

Grosky

Keats

Clark Triton

Brenda Triton

Arianna Barde

Tony Barde

Doland Noble

Levin Jakes

Loosha

Toppy

Crow

Marilyn

Roddy

Scraps

Tweeds

Wren

Socket

Louis

Badger

Aldus

Charlie

Jasmine

Bucky

Fische

Beth

Mido

Clarence

Joe

Molly

Marion

Browne

Hugo

Dominica

Paddy

Brock

Aunt Taffy

Shackwell

Greppe

Goosey

Mimi

Hans Jakes

Maggie

Yamada

Sean

Olga

Finch

Sebastian

Cornelius

Chappy

Hannah

Mick

Colby

Monica

Thomas

Nate

Ewan

Chief Engineer

Naiya

Chippe

Bram

Ghent

Nordic

Gilbert

Roland Layton

Lucille Layton

Henry Ledore

Angela Ledore

Alphonse Dalston

Leonard Bloom

Sheffield

Billson

Mrs Ascot

Pascal

Guy

Lapushka

Gustav

Gonzales

Drake

Tyrone

Sterling

Mordy

Collette

Maurice

Juggles

Puck

Yukkles

Murphy

Tanya

Firth

Madelaine

Stumble

Artie

Michelle

Nils

Frankie

Conner

Humbert

Policeman (MM)

Yuming

Esther

Lionel

Doug

Mr. Collins

Leon Bronev

Raymond

Prima

Harald

Donna

Mascha

Georg

Mackintosh

Solveig

Erik

Hazel (AL)

Igor

Sonya

Moos

Larisa

Karpin

Boris

Dariya

Pavlova

Carmichael

Amelie Chelmey

Policeman (AL)

Tommy

Morel

Chestnut

Amanita

Blewitt

Chanterelle

Button

Lepidella

Bud

Javier

Benny

Miranda

Martine

Barbara

Ruby

Scarlett

Flint

Old Red

Jesse

Derringer

Julien

Romilda

Sheppard

Piet

Felicia

Rik

Beatrix

Umid

Banu

Dana

Temir

Mehri

Nassir

Adler

Robin

Macaw

Plover

Grouse

Gannet

Swift

Carmine Accidenti

Olivia Aldente

Allan

Bardly

Zacharias Barnham

Newton Belduke

Birdly

Boistrum

Cecil

Cinderellia

Constantine

Cracker

Cutter

Darklaw

Dewey

Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil

Patty Eclaire

Eve (cat)

Flynch

Foxy

Jean Greyerl

Hoot

Judge

Kira

Knight Captain

Knightle

Lottalance

Lyewood

Lettie Mailer

Balmung

Mary

Muffet

Muggs

Ridelle Mystere

Nozey

Petal

Petter

Ms Primstone

Emeer Punchenbaug

Robbs

Old Rootie

Rouge

Servius

Shakey

Johnny Smiles

Snowy

Storyteller

Tuggit

Price

Wordsmith

Pipper Lowonida

Phineas Barnone

Madame Doublée

Liza Wight

Grant Sloans

Cesar Chance

Mustafa Fulhold

Hans Lipski

Aleks Lipski

Maverick D. Rector

Seymore Fraymes

The Major

Eddie Torre

Hayes

Maid

Wooooster

Bianca Teller

Security Guard

Shadee

Taboras Lloyd

Douglas Dert

Ratboy

Mo Heecan

Mrs Slow the Tailor

Midas Pullman

Declan Swabber

Abel Seamon

Felicity Hastings

Gene Ohm

Billy Kidd

Royall Britannias

Clover Pryce

PC Beate

DC Booker

Waiter

Séan Butchin

Bo Bells

Hessie Tate

Benjy

Bess

Keane Fisher

Bob Bracket

Stripey

Patch

Cat

Yapper

Gudrun Weldon

#professor layton

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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Oh no, he's hot - Part 2 [IronStrange]

Summary: The second time Tony met Stephen, the sorcerer was intrigued

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Word count: 1.2k | Part 1

Chapter's Note: Here’s the second part nobody asked for.

Oh no, he’s hot

Tony eyed the building in front of him critically. It didn't quite fit into the aesthetic of New York. So much so that one might think it would stand out because of it. Yet, Tony was sure he had never noticed it before. The other pedestrians walked past it without even giving it a glance. Like they didn't see it at all.

Tony climbed up the steps and knocked. (There was no doorbell. Who didn’t have a doorbell?) Nothing happened for a moment, then the door opened, but there was no one to be seen.

Tony waited exactly twelve long seconds – he for once wanted to be polite – before he went to unravel this mystery on his own.

The interior design was an interesting choice. Not Tony's style, but fitting to magic ninja monks, he guessed. He walked up the wide staircase, clearly the centerpiece of this ridiculous big entrance hall, and was about to turn left when a voice stopped him.

“Mr. Stark.”

Tony turned around, his signature PR smile plastered on his face. He recognized the man from the other day. The one he had been talking to before. If just briefly. “Wong, right?” The man gave no reaction. Tough crowd. “I have questions regarding…” he made a vague gesture to the room, "everything."

Including that hot guy – Doctor Stephen Strange as the facial recognition software he had run the footage from the fight through had revealed – but that, of course, was incidental.

"We were expecting that. Follow me."

He led Tony down a hallway to a room and motioned him to enter.

So Tony did.

The furniture was minimalist and very zen. In the center sat Strange cross-legged and hovering four feet in the air. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be meditating.

Curious, Tony stepped closer to take a look at him up close. He was wearing casual clothes today, his red cape nowhere in sight. He was paler than Tony remembered, with dark shadows under his eyes. After all, just another human being, despite the impressive performance the other day. His bandaged hands lay relaxed in his lap, in what Tony recognized as a yoga pose.

When he thought he had waited long enough, Tony cleared his throat. And when that had no effect, he tapped the man’s shoulder.

Stephen jolted awake, as if Tony had turned him on by pressing a button. He startled and lost his balance as his levitation spell vanished and he fell on his butt.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry." Tony raised his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean to jump start you.”

Strange scowled at him, if only for a moment. Then he had put on a neutral expression that Tony knew was just a mask. That was fine, he had just marched in here unannounced. Apropos. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down? On a scale from one to ten at least an eight.” Normally Tony loved a good challenge.

Strange raised an eyebrow and he seemed almost offended. “Just eight?”

The wards and cloaking spells around the Sanctum were centuries old. Only people in need or those who were desperate were able to find the doors. They had to be at the right place at the right time. And Stark did not give the impression that he was this kind of person.

Tony grinned. “Yeah. The Pentagon was a six point five, but I was in college back then and the technology wasn’t as advanced. So eight is pretty good. Not impossible though.”

Obviously, Stephen had to ask. “What’s a ten?”

Tony’s lips moved into a smug smirk. “My tower, of course.”

Stephen scoffed, amused. Of course. “What do you want, Stark?”

It may have sounded a little rude, but not much ruder than being forced back into his body by surprise. So, naturally, Tony let it slide, because he remembered why he came here in the first place. Not to get this guy’s number but the other reason. His questions.

“What is this?” he asked, looking around. “Your secret school of wizardry? How many wizards are there? Where did the gnomes come from? And that other thing? Had you been a wizard when you were a neurosurgeon?”

Strange tilted his head in a mix of being amused and annoyed. But Stark had managed to find the Sanctum, so he had to give him some credit.

“Do you want tea?” he asked, since this whole encounter seemed to take some time and he hadn't had breakfast yet.

“I’m more of a coffee kind of guy.”

A cup appeared out of nowhere and he was able to grab it just before the hot liquid spilled over.

Stephen's cup remained hovering next to him and followed him as he turned toward the door. Using the conjured lightning in the fight had done nothing good for his hands. He could barely move his fingers, which was why he opened the door even with a pinch of magic.

He motioned Tony to follow him. The meditation room was not the place to deal with Stark's pending questions.

"This isn't Harry Potter. We aren't wizards," he informed him curtly. Stark opened his mouth to object. Although he was a man of science, he knew what he had seen. But Stephen was quicker. “We are clearly sorcerers.”

There was the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.

He answered some of Tony's questions. With each answer came more questions, but they were surprisingly genuine. Stark was an attentive listener and Stephen found himself telling more than first intended. No secrets of the order, Vishanti no, but Stark's visit lasted longer than he had expected.

They ended up on the roof of the Sanctum.

One, Stephen didn’t trust Stark anywhere near the relics yet. Two, it was a warm day and the roof had a nice view. And the sun did good to his hands.

He found himself invested in the conversation with Stark, especially when they started discussing pros and cons of advanced technology versus magical healing.

Until they got interrupted by a voice coming from Stark’s pocket.

“Boss.”

Stephen paused, confused for a moment while Tony pulled his Starkphone out of his pocket.

“What’s the stitch, Fri?”

“There has been an emergency situation rising in the north. Captain Rogers is assembling the Avengers.”

The voice was clearly artificial, but not generic robotic, Stephen noticed.

“Tell them, I’m on my way,” Stark told his AI. Looking back to Strange he added, “Sorry, doc, seems like we have to cut our date short.”

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow at this comment, but let it slide. “Do you need backup?” he asked instead.

“No, we got this. But you’re welcome to tag along and watch, if you want.” He winked at him as he walked to the edge of the roof and jumped onto the coping. He was surprisingly agile.

Tony tapped on his chest and the nanobots bled over his body, also integrating the phone he was still holding in his hand.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

Those were Tony's last words before the nanobots closed off his face. He dropped backwards and two seconds later he flew through the sky of New York.

Stephen's eyes followed him until he disappeared between the skyscrapers. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued and maybe a little bit turned on. Stark knew how to make an exit.

And Stephen had a feeling that this wasn't the last time he’d seen Tony.

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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year

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omg I need to hear your thoughts on teachers!Javey because that makes my brain go BRRRRRRR

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. I can already tell this is going to be long winded so. apologies.

To understand why Teachers!Javey has a grip on my two brain cells like a dog has on his chew toy, we must first understand the types of students they are.

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Jack Kelly is never really the stereotypical "good" student. He's a ward of the state, probably has some sort of undiagnosed learning disability that all his teachers attributed to him being a poor student with lousy attendance. Reading and writing is difficult for him from an early age, and he's okay with math until they introduce fucking word problems--what is that about? Why are they putting reading in math?

Every teacher from first to fifth grade he has can see that when Jack speaks to his peers, he's intelligent. He's a natural born leader and trend setter amongst the students. It's such a shame he's wasting his potential. It's such a shame that he never finishes his exams on time, and chooses to waste time doodling in the margins instead. It's such a shame he's only ever at school half the time, the other half out and about doing God knows what.

It's such a shame that every single teacher he had for the first eleven years of his life just assumed his failure was a deliberate choice.

But he finds solace in arts and craft time in elementary, and then is delighted to find out he can have art class every single day, for an entire period in middle school.

Teachers get meaner in middle school. Jack's smart mouth gets smarter--or dumber, according to his seventh grade History teacher, who loudly announces that Jack has the lowest grade out of everyone in his class. Jack stops showing up to History after that, but manages to scrape by with a C by convincing this girl, Katherine, to do his work for him, and he'll finish her art project she needs to get her Fine Arts credit.

(They date for a while and ofc decide they're better off as friends)

He meets Miss Medda his freshman year of high school, because the counselors screwed up his schedule and put him in Theatre instead of Art for his elective class. He needs remedial English Language Arts and Reading classes, both of which are during the only Art classes his stupid school offers. But Miss Medda is kind, treats him with respect, and after Jack accidentally leaves his sketchbook behind, offers to let him do backdrops for her plays instead of having to act in them.

Jack really can't afford to make time for this kind of long-term project--he's got to walk his little brothers (who aren't... legally his brothers, but... it's easier to just call them his brothers) home from their school, and then helps them with their homework best he can because he's not going to let them struggle the way he does and Tony is starting to get in fights, which is really, really stressing Charlie out and--

Miss Medda offers to let them stay in the theatre while the younger kids work on their schoolwork and Jack on his paintings.

It's an excuse to stay away from the Refuge an hour longer. It's an offer Jack can't refuse.

It's Miss Medda who first suggests to Jack he might be dyslexic. Jack's never even heard that word before, but it sparks a light of hope in him. He's not stupid. He's just--wired differently.

A diagnosis is not easy to come by. Jack has no legal guardians who can request testing from the school on his behalf, and Mr. Snyder sure as hell isn't going to shell out the money to do it third party. Miss Medda says she's doing it to streamline the testing, but when Snyder calls him in to say she's requested to foster him, Race, and Charlie, it takes every ounce of Jack's willpower not to cry right then and there.

School was never easy for Jack, and it still isn't, but it's amazing how much easier it becomes when he's got something that resembles a home. A soft bed, with clean sheets. A diagnosis. A family.

College is a possibility. It becomes a reality when Medda helps him submit his application to NYU.

Even though he's an art major, he's got to take basics. A computer that can read his assignments to him helps get him through with flying colors.

Medda assures him he doesn't have to do this for her. He's not. He's doing it for the fourteen year old Jack who needed a teacher like Miss Medda--and now, one like him.

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David Jacobs is the stereotypical "good" student. Math, Science, History--it all comes incredibly easy to him from a young age. But especially Reading and Writing.

He finishes assignments early for the sole purpose of having more free time in class that he uses to read. Six years in a row, he's the top reader in his entire district, even beating out kids in high school starting from the seventh grade.

Students adore him, teachers love him, and his parents are proud as they could be.

Most kids are impressed. Some think he's doing it to show off, but he does it because there's nothing else he'd rather be doing. No amount of parties or dances can measure up to the way the ending to Of Mice and Men broke his heart, or the way Jodi Picoult's Leaving Time put it back together.

He loves analyzing the worlds he's being sucked into, highlighting passages that make him feel a certain type of way, and analyzing them to understand what makes them so powerful. He loves the power authors give their readers--to escape this world, to find meaning in theirs.

When he gets accepted to Colombia, it just makes sense for him to be an English major.

And he loves every second of it.

He loves writing papers and sticking to the most outlandish interpretations of Kafka, joining the campus newspaper club--even all the terrible peer reviews he has to do. He adores it all.

And then he graduates.

Magna Cum Laude, of course.

And David's not really sure what to do.

And a few months of crashing on friends' couches until he can get something published turns into a year turns into eighteen months turns into "Don't sweat it, you'll find something," and "Hey, I know a guy at The World who'd love to have you write columns," and if one more person tells him about the twelve publishers who rejected Harry Potter, he is going to pop a vein.

And then he's working for a Tax Attorney's office as a secretary and he hates every stupid minute of it, but it pays the bills for about a year before the office downsizes due to an actual fucking pandemic and decides he's the first to go.

He crashes with Sarah until quarantine is over. Then he spends another year working odds-and-ends jobs to help her with rent because he is not a freeloader with an English degree, for fuck's sake.

Sarah sends him a listing for a teaching position at a district in Brooklyn. Alternative Certification paid for by the campus. Eleventh Grade English.

It's a steady income, and he has an entire year to get his teaching certificate.

David applies for the position, not expecting to even really be considered, but in this teacher shortage--all the school is looking for, really, is a warm body.

David accepts the job.

He's always been good at school.

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There's a weird, lanky looking guy who comes into Jack's class unannounced, accompanied by the academic dean, who informs Jack (with absolutely no heads up) that Mr. Jacobs is their newest English teacher and needs three more hours of live Observations before he's allowed to begin his classes.

Jack is less than thrilled at being observed for the last half of the day, but Mr. Jacobs smiles awkwardly and waves and that’s the end of that. Jack is instantly endeared by this guy who is way in over his head.

The academic Dean leaves, and Mr. Jacobs retrieves a binder and notebook from his messenger bag. As Jack resumes his lesson, the newest teacher takes fastidious notes throughout.

Jack has to actively try not to smile when one of his students goes to Mr. Jacobs for help with a guided practice warm up sketch. Mr. Jacobs seems surprised, but easily answers the questions best he can.

At least this new guy seems to care.

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At the end of the day, David gathers his things into his bag and heads towards Mr. Kelly, extending his hand. “Thanks so much for this, Mr. Kelly. I really appreciate it.”

“Call me Jack.” He takes David’s hand.

“David.”

“Nice to meet you, Davey.” David’s stomach does a funny little flip at the nickname. It rolls off of Jack’s tongue so casually, so easily, that David doesn’t even feel the need to correct him. “If ya have any other questions, lemme know.”

David digs a pen out of his front pocket and extends it to Jack. “No questions, but could I get your signature on my observations sheet?”

“‘Course.”

The pen passes between their hands and with it, a bolt of electricity David wonders if he’s imagining, but hopes he isn’t.

He is not ogling the muscles of Jack’s hands as they sign the papers, and he’s definitely not noticing the way Jack’s smock hugs his waist where it’s tied behind his back, or the way his rolled up sleeves seem to broaden his shoulders.

“I noticed you have pictures detailing the steps on each of your assignment packets,” David says, redirecting his train of thought towards something work-appropriate.

“Reading ain’t so easy for all kids.”

Jack says it like it’s the simplest explanation in the world, with a shrug and an inherent understanding of this demographic that David lacks.

He hands the pen back to David, along with the paperwork, now donning his signature is messy script letters.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m down the hall.” David has never been particularly boy crazy, but even he is not immune to the charms of Jack’s radiant smile. “If you ever need anything, Davey.”

It’s an offer for mentorship, not a marriage proposal. And still, color rises to David’s cheeks, despite his best efforts to remain cool.

“I’ll uh, see you around.” The words come out high and strangled in his throat, eliciting the widening of Jack’s already knee-weakening, cocky, shit eating grin, but David still hopes there’s truth to them.

It’s clear he has a lot to learn from Jack.

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Jack pops in to Davey’s room once during his own lunch, and is delighted to find out Pulitzer High’s newest addition has the same period off.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Davey is smart as a whip, he’s passionate, he’s organized (which comes in handy on a Teacher Work Day. Davey spends some time helping Jack organize supplies, and Jack hangs up art and decorations he’d made for Davey’s room).

He finds out that teaching wasn’t always in the plan for Davey, it was just something he sort of fell into. And still, Jack can see the effort he puts into his lesson plans, the quick way he’s learning the ropes and never makes the same mistake twice.

Jack knows teachers who’ve been doing this for years, and don’t have the dedication to self-improvement that Davey has.

And not that Jack is into the habit of checking out his coworkers, but Davey sure as hell ain’t ugly.

He's got a smile that makes you feel like a winner, if you've earned one from him, and he's surprisingly strong (as Jack found out on the aforementioned Teacher Work Day, his mind sputtering and stalling like a dying car when he saw Davey haul out three huge boxes of art supplies from his closet).

Lunch together becomes a regular thing. Which means Davey has words to say about Jack's typical lunch--or lack thereof. One day, Davey unceremoniously presents Jack with a Tupperware of latkes.

“Eat,” he orders.

Jack side eyes him. “I got lunch right here.”

“Cup-O-Noodles is not a meal.”

“Lunch doesn't have to be a meal.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Oh, so you've never heard yourself speak?"

"Shut up and take the damn potatoes."

They're heavenly and damn delicious.

In return, Jack brings him a tub of spaghetti the next week.

"Eat," he mimics. Davey gives him a withering glance and Jack clarifies. "It's my ma's recipe. You won't regret it."

"Ah, so you can be a functioning adult," Davey teases. "You just choose not to."

Because Jack's got exactly two brain cells, and both of them are focused on Davey taking an uncharacteristically messy bite of the meal Jack's prepared for them, he says, offhandedly, "I choose to, for you."

Davey nearly coughs up his spaghetti, but doesn't mention it again.

Other than that, things at Pulitzer High are great. Quiet, even. Easy.

And then they get The Memo.

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“I honestly don’t see what’s so bad about becoming a charter school.”

“Davey,” Jack hisses. Even though Jack seems upset, it doesn't stop the warmth in his stomach at hearing the nickname. “Davey, Davey, Davey. Charter schools get public funding, but they get to decide which kids stay and which kids go. Those signs that say 100% passing rates of standardized testing? It’s because they kick out anyone who can’t meet it. Including kids with LDs and 504 plans. It ain’t right.”

“Shit, I didn't know that. That's fuckin' awful."

"On top of that, you don't have to be certified to be hired."

"I'm not certified," Davey points out.

"Yeah, but you enrolled in one of them ACPs--so you will be. Charter schools don't require the year grace period because they don't require certification. Look, I'm not saying that every teacher in this country is perfect, or hell, even at this school. But it takes a lot of effort to get certified--even if it's not a perfect system--and I don't think it's something we should bypass. If Pulitzer goes Charter, Admin determines your hours, not the board. And kids with lower income households and undiagnosed LDs are gonna bear the brunt of these so-called higher standards. They'll fall right through the cracks, and ain't nothing we can do about it."

A tense silence falls between them, and Davey isn't quite sure how to respond. He doesn't disagree with anything Jack's said, now that he's informed, but he's at a loss regardless.

"I... Sorry, this sorta shit just gets me all worked up. I feel so... so stupidly helpless."

"No, no," Davey says quickly, reaching across the table to clasp Jack's hand in his. It comes automatically, before his brain has the good sense to cross it. Jack looks down at their twined hands, lips parted in what Davey thinks (hopes) might be a breathless gasp. "I get it."

Clearing his throat, he tears his hands away and tucks them beneath the table. He faces away, training his gaze to the creepy portrait of their school's namesake that's hung in the Teacher's Lounge and--

Shit.

Davey has an idea.

A big, stupid, risky idea.

A big, stupid, risky idea that might just be big and stupid and risky enough to impress Jack Kelly, who almost prides himself on being all those things.

"You know about Joseph Pulitzer?" Davey finally asks.

“Yeah, wasn’t he some big time publisher or something?”

“He was. He also tried raising newspaper prices for kids who made a living selling them.”

“Sounds like a real sweetie. Taking advantage of a buncha kids like that.”

“I mean, they did fight back. Gotta give them that credit.”

“They fought back? Against a giant like Pulitzer? How’d they manage that?”

“Well.” Davey turns to meet Jack’s gaze. “They went on strike.”

#javey #javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies 2017 #newsies #I have…. more thoughts #livesies #so there might be a part two to this????#or I might turn it in to a full out fic lmao lmk what y’all think #bc this is just kinda *waves vaguely* there #no beta we die like men #also sorry ive never written javey before so dont be mean pls #i havent written anything except klaine in like. ten years lasdjfhdjfsd PLS BE KIND I AM A SIMPLE WOMAN-ADJACENT PERSON

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The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Mrs. Bruce (Celia Keenan-Bolger)

Despite having a largely underdeveloped Downstairs role in The Gilded Age, Mrs. Bruce runs the Russell household like a tight ship. From averting near-disastrous soup escapades, to catching escaped dogs in the dusty streets, she approaches her job with no-nonsense competence, all while totally unable to reach the high shelves.

For the first time, Celia Keenan-Bolger (45) has broken free of her child typecast cage to play a fully grown adult with adult responsibilities and it must be such a thrill for her. Those unfamiliar with Celia may not be aware of her illustrious career playing children on Broadway as a grown adult.

In 2005, Celia (26) made her Broadway debut in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee as twelve-year-old Olive Ostrovsky, a precocious spelling bee contestant who should have won, dammit, and I'll die on that hill. In 2011, she (31) played thirteen-year-old Molly Aster in Peter and the Starcatcher, nominated for a Tony the same year as her brother Andrew Keenan-Bolger (Newsies). In 2018, she (40) starred in To Kill a Mockingbird as six-to-nine-year-old Scout Finch, for which she won a Tony. This coming spring, Celia (46) will once again be a child on Broadway as she takes on the role of Jessica Lange's teenaged daughter in Mother Play. (List non-exhaustive)

#1: "Green Finch and Linnet Birds," Sweeney Todd (2002)

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In one of her earliest professional roles, Celia (24) takes on sixteen-year-old Johanna Barker, the daughter of the titular Sweeney Todd, who has become Judge Turpin's ward. This is not great for her. But the role was. Too often, this particular song gets the short end of the stick. It's long, slow, and very high, yet Celia approaches it with a controlled vibrato that makes us all sigh in relief.

The Kennedy Center production featured a fantastic cast, including Mary Beth Peil as The Beggar Woman, Broadway's Leading Man Brian Stokes Mitchell as Sweeney Todd, and our very own Agnes van Rhijn, Christine Baranski as Mrs. Lovett.

#2: The Light in the Piazza - Pre-Broadway (2003)

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Before Kelli O'Hara took on the role of Clara Johnson, a young woman whose mental development stunted at age twelve after being kicked by a horse, the role belonged to Celia Keenan-Bolger (25). Ultimately, when the production moved on from Chicago, the creative team decided they wanted a Clara who was a little older. Kelli, who had been playing Francesca, the sister-in-law, was unwilling to "steal" a role from someone she considered a dear friend, but either way, Celia was out, so Kelli was in with minimal damage to their friendship, which persists today.

However. Some years later, when South Pacific was auditioning their Nellie Forbush actresses, the final three came down to Kelli O'Hara (who got it), Celia Keenan-Bolger, and Victoria Clark, who won a Tony for playing Margaret, Clara's mother, in Piazza. Talk about awkward.

#3: "The I Love You Song," The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (2005)

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Losing out on Clara wasn't all thunderclouds for Celia (26). Shortly after, she landed a role in the off-Broadway production of Spelling Bee, and when it transferred to Broadway, she received her first Tony nomination.

In this scene, Olive sings the most heartbreaking and beautiful number in the entire show. It is just devastating. Up until this point, the show is a barrel of laughs, and then suddenly you're sobbing your eyes out over a lonely little girl in a bad home situation.

Will Celia Keenan-Bolger ever be allowed to play an adult again? How long until she is no longer able to play children? How did she get the role of Mrs. Bruce if she's only allowed to play kids? All questions we have no answers to.

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#the gilded age #mrs. bruce #celia keenan-bolger #the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee #the light in the piazza #sweeney todd #broadway #musical theatre #she is five-foot even and still five inches taller than me

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Prompt 27 Mr Butterfly

Stephen and Tony had just left the restaurant and were about to walk home when Christine called.

One of the patients had a complication, they wanted his advice, so Stephen went straight to the operating room, while Tony wandered off to the pediatric ward.

Many children had to stay in the ward on Christmas Eve, and it looked like every other day. Until the sudden arrival of Iron Man made everyone here excited.

As Stephen walked to the pediatric ward, he could hear the laugh coming from inside.

He opened the door to find Tony standing in the middle of the ward, surrounded by a gaggle of children, and they turned in unison.

“Mr Butterfly!”

Suddenly, a little girl pushed her way through the crowd and ran toward Stephen under the surprised eyes of all the doctors, nurses and Tony, screaming excitedly for a hug.

After only a moment's hesitation, he opened his arms to catch the little girl who had dashed at him.

"Hello, Emily."

She gently took him by the hand and turned to look at all the stunned people:

"I told you Mr Butterfly was true! He can do magic and make lots of butterflies! Right Steph?"

Emily lifted her head, shook his arm, and smiled at him expectantly.

Stephen paused and caught a glimpse of Tony smiling gently at him from the crowd. Christine, standing next to him, flashed a knowing, warm smile.

“Well,” he rubbed her hair and gave her a little smlie.

“of course, honey."

A flock of butterflies appeared and danced around Emily to her screams of excitement. A blue butterfly landed on her nose, causing the little girl to giggle.

"Wow they’re so beautiful!!! Thank you so much, Steph!"

The dull ward was filled with laughter and golden magic.

Stephen leaned against the wall and smiled warmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tony walking toward him, smiling widely.

“So, what was that?”

“I met her the last time I came, she was crying hard, so...”, Stephen shrugged.

“Mr Butterfly huh?”

"Oh shut up." he said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

"No way, Mr Butterfly." Tony winked at him, grasped his waist.

Cheers rang out all around them, then Tony kissed him deeply.

"This is the best Christmas ever, my Butterfly."

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Christmas!!!![scream] I have soooo many ideas...

#ironstrange #ironstrange prompt #stephen's big softie #stephen strange #tony stark #doctor strange

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americanprimitives · 6 months

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Mr. Tony Ward (and ex-girlfriend, ol’ what’s-her-name).

#tony ward #justify my love #madge ciccone

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thedemon-crowley · 29 days

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To celebrate over 100 nicknames (yes, you heard right!) together, let's take a trip down glued-down-penny memory lane and take the time to look back on the highs and lows wahoos!

Here are your top 33 nicknames, as selected by you from a fine collection of over 105 hand-crafted, custom-made quality nicknames: (that's a high-approval rate of over 31%! Because in this refinery, we strive—not unlike Bildad the Shuhite—to deliver)

By rating:

We've got 18x 9s, 6x 9.5s and 9x wahoo's

Some fun categories of the top nicknames:

alcohol-related: Legless, Julie Chartreuse, Champagne Bolt, Pinot Snoir, Blooze Cruise

snake-related: Machete White, Kaa, Pinot Snoir

duck-related: Quack is Back

car-related: Caffeine McQueen, Kaa

Music related: Anita Ward, Tony Lead, Billy Hay Desirous, Blooze Cruise

9: Slinky, Legless, Anita Ward, Vintage Vavoomer, Wall Crawler, Caffeine McQueen, Flamey Oliver, Julie Chartreuse, Mr 'Waffles' Potato Head, Yellow Jello, Red Tornado, Machete White, Quack is Back, Florence and the Machine, Injure Tea (too hot), Ginger-dread man, Michael Sassbender, No-soul Kidman

9.5: Tony Lead, Champagne Bolt, Flames Bond, Tigger, 🦚🍹💡("bright"), Hiss Heavens

(The 9.5's all happen to sound like porn star names for some reason)

wahoo: Aziraphale's husband [ya didn't redact that one!], (The Satanic) Mr Fox, 🐍🍎🔥("sinful bite"), 🖤🥞🪽("angel's delight"), Billy Hay Desirous, [in Aziraphale's voice] Crowley, Pinot Snoir, Kaa

Bonus: favourite wahoo-rated couple nicknames: 📚🥂🩶 ("alright"), 🌌☔️🪽 ("at first sight"), Blooze Cruise

Thank you for being a good sport and loyal subscriber of SNAKE FACTS AND ALCOMONIC NICKNAMES to unsubscibe please don't not under any circumstances enter the phrase: I AM BORING!

Snake fact no. 665: Instead of eyelids, snakes have a scale covering each eye! But they can close their retinas! Oddsbodikins!

-🫛🪶🐡

You! I always look forward to getting messages from you.

100 nicknames! Hells bells, you’re bloody creative!

And the stats! You’re right. I think out of all of them, Hiss Heavens sounds most like a porn star.

No need to thank me, it’s been a pleasure!

#crowleyposting #🫛🪶🐡#🐍🍎🔥

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mistertonyward · 3 months

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#Tony Ward #Steven Meisel #Christy Turlington #Dolce and Gabbana #Mr. Ward #1990

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lolitastories · 1 year

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You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

#bucky x y/n #bucky banres #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes x yn #bucky #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x you #bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fluff #bucky barns x y/n

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Invincible

“I’ve been called a lot of things, nostalgic is not one of them.” That was the lie Tony had told Pepper some 13 years ago. Tony Stark, the man who had kept the – by his standards – rudimentary robots he had created back at MIT; who had his favourite race car converted into modern art after he crashed it during his battle with Ivan Vanko; who repaired and kept all the old models of his Iron Man armour (until they were destroyed by Aldrich Killian’s men). The man who had named his extensive and highly advanced A.I. system after his father’s butler, the man who had more or less raised him, who had been his sole confidant growing up in his father’s shadow, the man who was now stood no more than 20 feet from him helping his father into a car.

He had to go over, he had to say something, do something… he started forward but felt a hand grab his arm politely but firmly.

“Tony” said Steve gently. “We gotta go.”

“One minute, Rogers.”

“Tony…” he repeated, with a slightly sterner edge to his voice.

“One. Minute.” Tony shot back, locking eyes with Steve pointedly.

Catching that familiar resolve in Tony’s eyes, Steve looked over to the two men stood by the car and the realisation dawned. He released Tony’s arm, nodded and said quietly “One minute.”

Hurrying to close the distance before the two men drove off, Tony tapped his watch twice and made a few complicated swiping motions over the face. SHIELD technology might be cutting edge for the 1970’s but to the technology of 2023, much less Stark tech, it was child’s play to break into and commandeer.

An electronic voice over the tannoy buzzed:

“Mr. Howard Stark to central briefing, Mr. Howard Stark to central briefing.”

Looking annoyed, Howard stepped back out of the car and headed back towards the main building, while Jarvis resumed his former position of standing elegantly alongside, awaiting his return.

“Mr. Edwin Jarvis?” the neat older man looked startled to be addressed by his full name.

“Yes, how may I help you Mr…”

“Potts. Howard Potts.” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake Jarvis’s

“What a curious coinci-“

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Tony cut in hurriedly. “I just wanted to…” he began, but he suddenly found for one of the rare instances in his life he was speechless. What could he say? What could he ever say to this man who made him, had fed him, clothed him, raised him from a baby to a young man, was more of a father to him than his own had ever been. Jarvis was always left to pick up the pieces after their many father-son shouting matches and was always the person happiest to see him return from boarding school. It was thanks to Jarvis that he’d managed to pull through the grief of his parents’ sudden death; it was Jarvis who had comforted him during the dark hours of the night; it was Jarvis who had been present at his graduation from MIT, ostensibly on instructions from Howard, but both butler and ward knew he would have happily fought a Hydra battalion to be there. And now here he was, stood in front of him, transporting Tony back to that lonely little boy whose own father had been absorbed with much bigger, more important things, yet who to Jarvis was his entire world, and found himself unable to speak. What could he possibly say? What words could be enough?

“I just- I wanted to tell you…” Tony swallowed, why was this so much harder than talking to his father? “I just wanted you to know how much I- how much the country” Tony caught himself “ appreciate all you did working with Agent Carter during SHIELD’s founding.”

Jarvis quickly fixed him with an electric stare.

“Director Carter” he corrected, sternly, “and I don’t believe my exploits with the director have ever been released publicly, nor even widely distributed within SHIELD, Mr. Potts. How does a visitor from MIT come to know such a thing.” Tony noted that Jarvis’s handshake had become somewhat tighter all of a sudden.

“Ah- I’m liaising with Mr. Stark’s team on a number of potential new projects, some of which involve some of the theory involved in the zero matter incident yourself and Ag- Director Carter were part of and so some of the old hands like to give the stories a little flavour, expound on the old days, tell tales.” Tony rattled off this thrown together excuse barely comprehending what he was saying, hoping it would be enough to dissuade further questions.

It seemed enough, Jarvis’s grip relaxed and released Tony’s hand.

“Ah I see, I must say it was a rather exciting time.” He said with a twinkle in his eye, before catching himself and donning a more sombre expression “Oh but of course, terribly dangerous, zero matter is not to be trifled with.”

Tony smiled, remembering that expression, trying to hide his excitement or delight at some new invention Tony had concocted behind a veneer of being a Very Serious Butler who would never dream of doing anything reckless in the presence of the boy he was charged with looking after.

“Of course. Though it sounds like you’re going to be having exciting times ahead soon too, with Mrs. Stark expecting.”

Jarvis brightened again.

“Yes, not too long to go now I believe. My wife, Anna and I we- “ Jarvis paused and swallowed “well, we always wanted children. Though I must say, whilst I would never tell Mr. Stark, I am frankly terrified.”

Tony blinked.

“Terrified?”

“Yes, I’ve never had to care for a child before, although” he said with a wry smile returning to his face, “I suppose I have taken care of Mr. Stark for long enough that it shouldn’t be much different. Perhaps easier”

Tony smiled broadly.

“I guess so.” He clasped Jarvis’s hand again. “Good to meet you Mr. Jarvis, I really should be going now.”

Jarvis returned the smile and handshake warmly.

“Yes, I expect Captain Rogers will be getting quite anxious, Master Anthony.”

Tony froze “How did-“

“Really Master Anthony, clearly I must get quite dull-witted in my old age if you believe a simple hat and sunglasses would be enough to fool me into not recognising perhaps this country’s greatest hero.”

“But, my name?”

“Your mother has been set on it for months. She tells your father Almonzo to pull his leg.” he said with a wink. “you have her smile, I recognised it immediately, I confess Mr. Stark has rarely been very perceptive when it came to faces.”

“Jarvis…” Tony managed to croak out, voice cracking, head bowing, finding it hard to look Jarvis in the eye all of a sudden “I miss you, I wish I could tell you…”

“It’s alright.” Jarvis put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Your interrupting what I assume is a very important mission to spend five minutes talking to me speaks volumes.” Five minutes? Shit. Rogers was not going to be happy. Jarvis’s hand steadied his nerves, finally allowing Tony to breathe and find the words to speak again.

“Yeah, I better go save the world. But before I do I just wanted thank you and to let you know… My childhood, with you. With you by my side, I felt…” Tony swallowed his resolve, and looked into the kind smiling face of Edwin Jarvis.

“With you I felt Invincible.”

#iron man #tony stark #mcu #my writing #edwin jarvis

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Worried Masterlist

A Fast but Steady Heartbeat (ao3) - spooderboyandtincan N/R, 1k

Summary: Peter, Tony and Rhodey are enjoying their afternoon at a restaurant until the building and their food explodes.

Bright Eyes (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight clint/tony T, 3k

Summary: After being hurt in a fight, Tony ends up temporarily blind and tries to hide it from the team so they don’t worry.

Clint is the only one to notice, and an honest conversation between the two about exactly how much Tony matters to the team leads to unexpected kisses.

Bloom in a Garden of Love (ao3) - hopelessly_me bucky/clint T, 5k

Summary: Bucky's holding on to a weird secret- for some reason he keeps coughing up rose petals. He thinks maybe he can hide it until events take a terrifying turn.

By Your Side (ao3) - SerendipityRed (SerendipityBlue) G, 3k

Summary: After Peter is forced to lift the fallen building after homecoming, he has to deal with the aftermath of the injuries that he’s received.

Peter Parker being the stubborn bean that he is, doesn’t tell anyone.

But the injuries are revealed after an accident in the lab.

Enter protective Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Bruce, and Loki.

can you save my heavy dirt soul? (ao3) - streetlight_skeletons steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Bucky can't breathe and they won't shut up

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Elevator Freeway (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 1k

Summary: Delirious and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, Peter struggles to describe his location to a very worried Tony.

Five Bullets And Nineteen Hours (ao3) - thefatedthoughtofyou sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky gets hurt, badly, protecting Sam on a mission.

Hey Mr Stark, I'm Trapped Under A Building (ao3) - Kryi T, 1k

Summary: Peter's on evacuation duty, he was trying to get as many people out of the building as fast as possible. But something happens and he slips into unconsciousness.

Safe and Sound (ao3) - onthesandsofdreams pepper/tony T, 1k

Summary: She feels off kilter, unsure for the first time in a very long time. She should go. She should go downstairs, let Tony know that she was going home (or the office) and leave. But, she finds that she doesn’t want to, he has just returned and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he has suffered. That thing in his chest speaks louder than anything Tony might say.

Scream out loud like never before (ao3) - Carlet phil/melinda M, 33k

Summary: From philindaprompts on Tumblr: "Ward never really got his hands on May to 'make' her pay for breaking his larynx, chasing him down, Agent 33, etc."

Mid season 3, minus the whole Hive thing. Ward kidnaps and tortures May with the intent of making her pay for his suffering, proving that not even the infamous Melinda May was indestructible.

Taking Care of... (ao3) - orphan_account G, 6k

Summary: It's time for the obligatory sick/comfort fic!

Chapter 1: Rhodey is sick but don't worry, his best friend Tony is there to take care of him.

Chapter 2: Tony is sick but don't worry, his best friend Rhodey is there to take care of him.

Thank the Watchmaker (ao3) - ThatMadHatter clint/phil T, 11k (WIP)

Summary: “Natasha. Barton’s been compromised.” Phil’s voice did not hitch slightly at the word compromised. He was fucking Agent Phil Coulson. His voice did not betray emotion. Even when telling his boyfriend’s best friend that said boyfriend was compromised.

Or the one where Phil and Clint are together before The Avengers and the author rewrites things with that in mind.

you heal me like the light of day (ao3) - searchingforstars T, 9k

Summary: or, Peter tries to hide a stab wound and an infection-fuelled fever is never any fun. Also, it turns out that Beck is still lurking in Peter's mind much more than anyone realised.

You're Not Alone (You Have Us) (ao3) - Rascalisafatcat clint/phil, pepper/tony T, 2k

Summary: When his daughter gets sick with the flu Coulson leaves a debrief to go take care of her, the Avengers soon find out and they come to his rescue.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #worried #worried masterlist

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choilaura · 2 years

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After the events of 'Infinity War', on a rainy night, 5 years later, Peter 'blips' back, and he lands up in a certain someone's lap. I was thinking of writing this as smut but i'm keeping it fluffy/angsty/comforty for now. Maybe I'll do an NSFW version

"I...I lost the kid.." Tony utterered those words at Steve, aka, 'Captain America', as the two met for the first time after that little space adventure, that ended terribly. The whole journey back, all Tony could see, was Peter Parker's expression as he pleaded with Tony, as he dissipated into dust right before Tony's eyes, Thanos, indeed, behind it all. Tony had been alone that whole trip back, grumpy with himself, his mind trying to figure out what COULD have been done, to prevent not just Peter vanishing, but everyone else. Right now though, Tony was unaware of the others that had also vanished, Peter's voice in his head.

"I don't wanna go..." "Mr Stark, I don't feel so good.." "Please...."

The words repeated in his mind, as did Peter's puppy dogged expression, and Tony knew it was going to haunt his nightmares.

The ride home felt like an age, and when Tony did get home, he made a pact with himself, to try to forget those events. The pact went well at first, but soon enough, those thoughts, those.. 'What if' those 'What if I could of...' thoughts intruded his mind, and for the next five years, Tony wondered what he could of done, what anyone in his position could have done, to prevent it from happening.

Nights were worse. The nightmares still haunted Tony, waking him constantly, bad dream after another. He slept alone these days, waking with such a start, that Tony would be breathing heavily, his mind and body riddled with anxiety. Thanos, god damn it, was in his head, and so were those words of all around him, of Dr Stephen Strange, influencing his decision, his thoughts. He should of....protected Peter, and Tony now sat up in bed, the glow of his chest glimmering in the early hours of the morning, fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as he tried to think, recalling those missed moments where he should of done more, should of said three tiny letters. 'Y.E.S'

"Sorry, i'm confused as to the relationship here, what is he, your ward?" Stephen Strange asked. Tony looked at Strange, then to Peter, their gazes both meeting all but for a moment, before the memory soon faded from mind's eye.

"And if you died....I'd feel like that's on me.." Tony recalled hearing himself say that, right when it should of mattered most, back in New york, when Peter...made a mess of things.

'Urgh, Tony! you should of said yes!' Tony could of almost guaranteed protecting Peter, but obviously, nothing was for keeps in this world. If anything, Tony was the one that had messed up. Big Style.

He had all of that on his conscience for a very long time, managing to hide it all within his Iron suit, his heart putting up an Iron wall, keeping those memories and feelings locked away.

It would be 'business as usual' and boy, things had changed. Life, had changed, and no matter how many times Tony had been in the kitchen, cooking, making dinner, or even just grabbing a late night snack, he never laid eyes on that picture that sat on one of the shelves above the worktops, that were mounted to the wall. It was a picture that'd been gathering dust, nudged away, behind a framed picture of his father, Howard Stark, when he noticed it for the first time in a while. A brow arched, and Tony reached for it, giving it a wipe. His dark eyes stared at it, looking at himself and Peter, their faces goofing out as Tony had presented him with a 'Stark industries' certificate, Peter's face elated with a grin, Tony's own face cooly smug. Tony looked at it a while longer, discarding it to one side, face down, as though he was afraid the pairs eyes looked at him in shame in the photo, riddling him with guilt.

So Tony laid in bed that night, trying helplessly to sleep. Those worries, those anxieties, those...intrusive thoughts came back to him, as they did night after night, and Tony could feel a possible adrenaline rush course through his veins, sweeping over him like a black cloud.

"None of this would of happened, if you'd just listened to me!" Peter's voice was in his mind's eye again, and Tony squeezed his eyes shut, covering his ears with his hands as he felt that surge of adrenaline rip through him, ready to rip out his heart. Good - it may as well of ripped out his feelings at the same time. It'd be a relief. Tony felt his heart race, his skin shivering with a cold sweat, and something felt different, then. He felt...strangely...heavier. Like something was weighing him down on his hips and quads, and Tony didn't want to open his eyes or uncover his ears.

Everything had gone suddenly quiet, and Tony didn't dare move a muscle. His mind had quietened.

"M-Mr Stark..?" A voice sounded above him, breaking the humidity of the night air, and it was only then Tony would recover his senses. He uncovered his ears, hearing another breathing on top of him, and Tony opened his dark hues then, resting on Peter's athletically lean form, straddling his hips, hands on Tony's chest, looking at him quizzically with those soft brown hues in the dim light.

"Are you alright...Mr Stark?" Peter asked, like it was the most casual thing in the world, to be straddling your mentor's hips and waist. He was somehow shirtless..

"Shit....Kid...y-you're..back...?!" Tony was in dis-belief. He hoped this wasnt some sick dream to further taunt him emotionally. He had bottled all this up, it wasn't going to go away so easily. Tony couldn't believe it. He'd heard recently of people 'blipping back' but this was just...out of this world! Screw it, if this was some cruel dream, tony was going to milk it for all it was worth. "I'm fine now, sweetheart.." Tony took Peter's hand, and laid it on the glow that resided in his chest, to which Peter smiled, and Tony pulled Peter in by his front, to kiss him deeply, and Peter was all too happily returning that kiss. "I'm not losing you again kid..." Tony said breathlessly, positioning himself so he was now somewhat leaning against the headboard. "You're safe....you're home.."

#starker #ironspider #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #mcu #fluffy #irondad #tony stark x peter parker #spiderman #irondad and spiderson #ironman #iron dad #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #marvel movies

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