#the man who has everything lives rent free in my head for many reasons including this one

[heyitschartic]

hi! I saw u recommended artist formerly known as bonesaw, do u have any other worm fic recs? bonesaw is my fav character but god I am so desperate to read good worm fics in general

I have been sitting on this ask for a very long time thinking about it. I've been in this fandom so fucking long that fics have just started to pile on top of each other in my head, so I think the best thing to do is just to recc every single thing I can think of at this moment and give my reason why. There's a lot of good fics out there buried under all the trash! This is going to be a long one, so I'll cut it off here so you don't have to scroll down past all my bullshit. In no specific order...

I have a post here going over some of my favorite authors and the works they produced, so I won't redo what I said there. I think for every one of them, you should definitely check out everything they've done because it is just fucking amazing writing. Most of their stories live in my head rent free at all times, even the stuff I didn't post in that thread.

Glowspider is one of the people I should have included on that list. Her writing is just wonderful, though I'd recc her Pact stuff just as eagerly as her Worm stuff. Lady Tremaine at the Kitchen Table just hits in all the worst ways. For Worm though, Valleyxandria, a story about Valley-girl Alexandria obviously, and Golf Morning, Gold Morning retold as a golf match, are some fucking killer stories. Some of the funniest written. It's Cold Out There Every Day was easily my favorite fic for last year, a story about Missy stuck in a time loop, and still holds my heart in a death grip. BROCKTON is a Riverdale/Worm fusion and oh my god does Glows just nail everything with this.

K800 is another amazing author and no I'm not biased shut up. She's a great writer who has put out a ton of stuff, both Otherverse and Worm. Luz Mala is a great story about an ex-villain on the run in Argentia. Wonderful story and criminally underliked. Forward is the canon-compliant story about Taylor post-gm trying to get better. It's lovely, rips at your heartstrings, and is one of the only good portrayals of how Taylor would be after Gold Morning. Bitter But Sweet is the fandoms only coffeeshop AU and it is wonderful. The name suits it perfectly and Taylor is very gay. Soliloquy is a story based off one of mine (not biased), Taylor who was in the S9 reconnecting with the clone that was made of her during Gold Morning. Very cute, very sad, all that good shit.

Hopeful Penguin fucking PUMPS out words, I don't know how the man does it, and it's all good too, some type of devil contract. He has so many I would recc, but to not fill up the page, I'll give some short ones. Def check out: Flare, a post-gm Taylor dropped in the New York Behemoth fight. It definitely nails a really good from-the-ground look at it. High Soaring Above a perfect look at the life of Hannah Washington before Brockton Bay. Balestra, a love story in the style of This is How You Lose The Time War between Alexandria and Rebecca.

Harbin wisely left this dustbowl fandom, but they are one of the greats. Their snippet thread is wonderful and full of so many great ideas (I love the one about Bakuda switching out with her normal-earth counterpart), but to focus on their stories. Cutting Ties is Taylor with Jack Slash's power. Really well written, interesting concept, but it does do the Rune redemption thing (something the author wishes they hadn't gone with). I still recc it because it's just really good. Overhaul is about Taylor with Sphere's powers, struggling with her tinkering and her disability. Scour is about Taylor with Shatterbird's powers wandering through the desert after she triggered. Very thoughtful, I love it.

Omega_93 needs to post more because all of their works bring joy to my heart. Timeslip is a story about a Taylor clone waking up during the Teacher raid in ward. The reunion between Taylor and the Undersiders is just <3 and all the hints at what's going on behind the scenes intrigues me horribly. See is a short story about Bonesaw in Twig and I think it nails Riley. Just this fucked up girl trying to figure out how to even slightly act like a normal human. Finally, Larva is about a clone of Taylor joining Breakthrough. Just a really fun idea with great execution.

Redcoat Officer has written so many amazing stories, most focusing on original characters too. Ghost in the Flesh is a runaway hit about Sonnie from Love, Death and Robots joining Faultline's Crew. Finished and fantastic! Nightcrawler is an OC story about a Case 53 in Seattle. Finally, for those begging for more Undersiders he made Good People, a Shadowrun cross where the entire worm world is made into the Shadow run world (the shadow verse?) Very fun crime, great writing, and I love how the worlds are integrated!

Discreet is an author that it just shocks me how many fucking amazing stories they've written, banger after banger. It Starts With One is their most famous fic for a reason. A very political story about Alexandria and Skitter fighting it out over Capitalism. A Word is another beautiful story about Taylor with a version of Jack Slash's power. It's a beautiful story about writing and language and being understood. Lost Cat, Please Help is a great story about a case 53 being found far after Gold Morning ended. Really love the main character. The Girl in the Room is an interactive story and I won't say a word, it speaks for itself. Finally One-Sided Rival, a story about Sophia after Gold Morning and how she deals. All amazing.

God this is getting long, only individual stories from now on.

Rank is the Worm story. If you're going to read anything, read this. it's a story about Carrie Kobayashi, a refugee from Japan after Leviathan, joining the PRT and making her way in San Fransisco. It's a fucking behemoth of a story, going all the way from 2004 to Gold Morning and fuck it uses its words well. It covers so much shit, the main character is fantastic, and it is one of the best works someone could create from Worm. PLEASE read this.

Something else to definitely check out is the Parahumans Zine. It's long, it's wonderful, and it covers so many different stories and ideas. A fuckton of love was put into this thing by so many different people and it shows. The little weld article, about a kid saying how Weld inspired him is something I still think about from time to time. Oh my god I love this piece of work.

Bubbles Always Pop is a bittersweet story about Bakuda, who she was and how she got there. It kills me reading it. Some people say it's better without the epilogue, but for me, it would be hard to handle it without.

Throttle is a story about Taylor who turns into a car. It is a fucking insane ride (appropriate I suppose) about burnout Taylor and her best friend Bitch. It scratches that itch for bad bitch stories, I wish there was more.

We Appreciate Power is an insane story. A peggy sue where Emma gets sent back to before Taylor triggers and does her best to stop Taylor from doing it and become as bad a bitch as possible to prove how much better she is.

This is cheating cause it's a snip thread, but Quantum Prompts has some of my favorite snips in this whole fandom. One More and For That Girl make me cry every time I read them.

Just One More Thing, Mr Anders is the story about Columbo taking out Max Anders. The author has a snip thread that is hit or miss(still might wanna check it out, some good stuff there), but this story is a definite hit. Nails Columbo's whole vibe and watching Anders bring himself down is incredibly enjoyable.

In Golden Armour is a love story between Lisa Wilbourn and an OC. I love this romance so much and Corey is wonderful. Definitely one of the better, if not the best, love stories out there.

Voracity is a Case 53 quest about a fun and frightening girl figuring out her place in the world. Cirrata is a delight and her personality just makes you want to see what she does next.

By the same author, Rein is a story about Taylor able to summon Taylor (based off Fate stuff, I don't know that though). It nails the voices of Taylor from four different times in her life and really plays into a lot of fun stuff that would come up in this scenario.

Mixed Feelings is a fabulous story about Astrid, a gay girl born into the Empire dealing with her feelings, her past from a horrible father, and her look towards a future. It can be a very heavy read. This story is a main stay in the fandom, been updating forever, and it's always a joy to see it.

East of Eden, god what a fucking trip of a story. Eden dies and rebirths herself as Taylor Hebert. Shit just gets wilder from there. It seems like a cracky premise, but it plays it so well, managing to make it through the end of the world and end on an upbeat note. I love this story and I hope you do too <3

From the same author, The Countess is perhaps the story I should have recommended first. A Count of Monte Cristo fusion that...well listen, you hear that premise and it manages to mesh the worlds together into a beautiful tapestry. God it's just so wonderful and the kind of thing I'm begging for more of.

City of Salt is a wild story told from a bunch of different viewpoints about Brockton after Behemoth hits instead of Leviathan. It has beautiful artwork, covers so many interesting threadlines, and has an insane companion fic about three Echidna Taylor clones in the Wards.

Agent of Cauldron is the sort of fic we need a lot more of. It fleshes out the worm world in a ton of ways, builds on what Cauldron is and adds so many new and interesting characters. This story is wild and I'd recommend it just to see what they added.

Tabloid was one of the original greats by one of the best artists in the fandom, long gone for better pastures. It follows a cape paparazzi and they are a joy of a main character and the art work is amazing too. A definite read.

Dragon Unbound is another oldie but a goldie. The Dragon that Defiant created in the Epilogue gets free and goes to live her own life. Really fun and entertaining. The sort of thing that should be recommended more.

Diary of a Professional Knockoff about a dorky girl who writes cape fanfiction and finds herself joining the PRT as an intern. Fun antics with social anxiety and tinkertech.

Alright, there are tons more I could post about but this thread is wayyyyyyy too long as it is. Besides, that should leave you thousands of things to read through in the meantime.

#wormblr #wormwebserial #wildbow #fanfiction #parahumans #There's so much I haven't put here too

[silverwolf1249]

recently read an incomplete fic with injustice! Superman and arkham city! Batman after the joker venom got to him and that's definitely two people I never even thought of interacting with each other, and now lives in my head rent free. Like, I've read great stories with injustice and earth 1, but holy shit injustice and arkham knight?? jksdkjdsk the many parallels between injustice! Superman and arkham! Batman, and yet how their paths differed, my worm brain is obsessed. Just think about it:

A Superman who got tricked by the Joker by inhaling kryptonite infused fear toxin and ended up killing Lois, whose death then destroyed Metropolis. A Superman who then proceeded to kill off the Joker and began eliminating crime by creating a world of his own vision using force.

A Superman who let the Joker's influence rule his every action even after his death. A Superman who stopped being Clark Kent and became the ruthless tyrant Kal-El of the Regime. A Superman who kills anyone who's against him or gets in his way, in the name of protecting peace on earth.

vs

A Batman who got infected by the Joker and slowly lost his grip on reality as he went through a fear toxin riddled Gotham City. A Batman who despite everything, refused to kill to the very end, trying his best to save everyone, including the Joker.

A Batman who managed to defeat the Joker's influence in the end and locked him up. A Batman who also killed off Bruce Wayne like Superman did Clark Kent, but unlike Kal, Batman receded to the shadows, to once again become a myth, a nightmare. A Batman who now utilizes fear toxin to subdue criminals.

Admittedly the last bit is kind of a conjecture based off the ending of Arkham City, but seeing a fear toxin wielding Batman vs a Superman who knows so intimately what fear toxin can do sounds so so interesting. Especially since apparently injustice! Bruce used it on Zod after he killed Tim, but said he would never use it against Kal after what he had done under its influence.

Of course, they also have some major differences, Bruce never killed his family, even if for a good second he thought bringing Barbara into his crusade was the reason she died (except that was a hallucination thank god). He never destroyed Gotham, he helped make the city better, and continues to do so. Kal-El killed Lois and their unborn child with his bare hands, and right after Metropolis got nuked.

I can only imagine Kal-El's jealousy that despite their similarities, Bruce essentially still had everything, all his loved ones and his city. Also his confusion and rage when he learns that Bruce still tried to save the Joker even after the Joker had caused him so much grief and suffering. He just can't understand how Bruce could keep his no killing rule even after basically spiraling into the Joker's madness. He has so many whys he doesn't even know where to begin.

And if arkham! Batman manages to also interact with injustice! Batman somehow ohohoho that's also so many possibilities with that considering again that arkham! Batman still has all his children alive and thriving while injustice! Bruce very much does not. Among other things of course, but that's definitely a big one. The other big thing being of course the Joker infection thing.

I sadly don't know enough about injustice to see how the rest of the Regime or Insurgency would react to arkham! Batman but man I would love to see their reactions to a Batman who might have a few screws loose, still doesn't kill, and is even scarier than ever with his fear toxin and he himself with an absolute lack of fear.

#hnnnnnn im making myself mentally ill over these two #like screaming crying throwing up i absolutely need to see more of it #all the brain worms #i'll be honest i'm not incredibly familiar with injustice or arkhamverse i spent like 2 hrs just reading and watching material on the two #and that's no where near enough to fully understand what's going on #otherwise i'd write this myself #injustice gods among us #batman arkham games #arkhamverse #arkham city #batman #bruce wayne #superman #clark kent #justice league #fic idea #superbat #kind of anyway though i could totally see this as a platonic thing too

[youngblood-182]

Random Hidan Headcanons

He just lives in my head RENT FREE OKAY

-I always like to imagine being Hidan's best friend.

-He is incredibly chaotic, and if you are as chaotic as he is...lord help everyone around you. NO LITERALLY, YOU TWO WON'T SHUT UP.

-One of my favorite headcanons that I literally almost wrote a series on is Hidan working at a liquor shop, as a part time job and the reader coming in to buy liquor with her friends who have NEVER met Hidan. Your eyes meet across the shop, a smirk crosses his face and suddenly he's over the counter with a "What's up whore?!"

-Your friends are obviously appalled but are even more horrified when you yell back "About to get fucking shitfaced asshole" (I am imagining those friends being Shisui and Kakashi for some reason hehehe) he'll respond with a "Fuck you for not inviting me bitch!" and you will respond with a, "I texted you assface!"

-Your friends will definitely be very concerned and I imagine the ride back will just include Kakashi going absolutely insane over what just happened and Shisui asking too many questions for you to handle. Meanwhile, you are just smiling in the backseat and giggling over the chaos that you both caused.

-The both of you drinking together would cause absolute chaos, random challenges, him being absolutely flirtier than usual, trying to skateboard and failing in the dark, screaming matches, loud music, dancing, and whatever will entertain the both of you in the moment. (No one wants you two in the same room but you always find each other, Kakazu is losing his mind please help him)

-but I can see Hidan being the type of guy to hold your hair back while you throw up and while he holds some concern for your wellbeing he is absolutely fucking roasting you for puking your guts out.

-"How the hell did you drink that much you dumbass?" He has one hand holding your hair back as you lean over the toilet, the other one grabbing the bottle of water he brought when you stumbled in the bathroom drunk off your ass saying you had to puke.

-He's not the type to show a lot of emotion or show he cares conventionally but you have come to love his little bits of affection he shows you in your friendship such as: you're upset about something? he's coming over and while he feels awkward around heavy emotions, I know damn well he will do everything in his power to make you smile. AKA threaten to beat someone up.

-Someone broke your heart? They won't be alive much longer.

-He'd make a terrible wingman though, because he secretly has feelings for you but mans doesn't do relationships but won't let anyone near you anyway. VERY POSSESSIVE. Will try to fight anyone who nears you with inappropriate intentions.

-He doesn't like to talk about his feelings, he just resorts to violence. No thoughts, head is always empty a true himbo.

-Don't even get me started on his texting habits, he types in all caps in my head and it is usually curse words. His slang is otherworldly no one can decipher what he's trying to say half the time.

-He listens to heavy metal, you can't change my mind on this one. I am just imagining him rolling up to your home BLASTING some Metallica and honking his horn until you walk out of your home he doesn't care about your neighbors.

-He has a very dark sense of humor and as his best friend you also share that same humor, prepare yourself for some very fucked up memes.

-He's a stoner too, I love stoner Hidan. So many thoughts on him, he gets like 10x more affectionate when stoned out of his mind and while he still curses he's less likely to call you bitch and more likely to call you babe

-He says he doesn't have deep talks while he is stoned out of his mind, but his softer side comes out (I don't think this man has a fully soft side, but the littlest bit comes out when he is stoned with you he likes thinking of the future with you.)

-I feel like if he ever decided to tell you he had feelings for you he would either make a move while he was stoned or he got jealous over watching another guy flirt with you. He is too scared to ruin the friendship you guys have built (I know a lot of people think he wouldn't care but, you mean a lot to him)

-Physical affection is very rough to come by with him, he'll throw his arm over your shoulder like it's a part of your body but otherwise he doesn't enjoy hugs unless you're literally having a full blown breakdown.

-The two of you together is absolutely chaotic and no one knows what may happen, but they do enjoy seeing the way your eyes light up when you are around the other. <;3

#hope you enjoyed #hidan #hidan naruto #my baby #I want him to rail me #akatsuki modern #hidan akatsuki #hidan headcanons #hidan headcanon #not me realizing I spelt headcanon wrong bc im tired

[redtutel]

Spider-Man Homecoming Liveblog

I remember being so Hype for Spider-Man in Civil War, and getting his own MCU movie. I was there weekend one. I adored this movie. People argue what MCU movies hold up and what don’t, so I really hope this one does. I don’t rewatch movies much anymore, but this one has been an exception multiple times

Spider-Man’s Leitmotief in the MCU is really underrated

I love this take on the Vulture. The idea of him being a scavenger is fantastic.

The idea of cleaning up after colleteral damage is a fun one. I like how how Tooms is established as an adapter really early on

The Department of Damage Control. The most overlooked MCU villians.

In a couple Spider-Man cartoons, the billionare who screwed over the Vulture was Norman Osborn to simplify and connect the series lore. This time, it’s Tony Stark. Honestly, I think both approchs are valid.

Ah, Tony. The cause of, and solution to, many, many of the MCU’s probelms

“The World’s Changing. It’s Time We Change Too.” Love when that Superhero troupe is shown instead of told.

I apparicate how wepony is the illegal buisness instead of, say, durgs. It allows the Vulture to be the right mix of symathic, but also someone you want to see stopped

Love the orchestra version of the Spider-Man theme song

I apperciate the Civil War recap. It’s a Captain America movie, so I didn’t feel the need to include it in my rewatch. I will admit that Spider-Man’s role in that movie made no sence. I still love his parts though

Tom Holland’s Spider-Man is a wide eyed young man, excited to join the world of heros he’s looked up to for so long. He’s really endearing.

Tony giving Peter the Hollywood level suit is a good explaimation of the upgrade

I’m a big fan of Tony and Peter’s relationship. It’s really common for Peter to go from one father figure to the next. And this version of Iron Man is someone who’s made some horrible mistakes, and is always trying to atone for them. He has a guilt complex, and feels like he has to be the one to fix everything. He’s actually a lot like Spider-Man, so I think the connection makes even more sense

After the caziness of the Civil War, Peter’s back to his classic Spider-Man life. 

I love how high school is protrayed in this movie. It’s so down to earth and relatable, somthing the other movies didn’t really capture. I love that the kids look like kids, and how realisitcly diversethe side cast is.

Ned’s a fun best friend character. Turns out, Peter and Ned were friends in the comics, but then some higher ups made him the Hobgoblin for no reason.

I’m not sure if Cartoony jerk jock bullies exist anymore, so I apperaciate Flash being updated to be just some jerk. That’s the sort of bullies I had in middle and high school.

Like seeing him mix web fluid in chemistry class.

First scene with MJ, and it’s great.

First sign of Peter’s responsibilities beening split

First sign MJ might like Peter

Love the sandwitch shop scene

I love how the lost backpack gag would be used in the PS4 game

The more technological side of the Spider-Man costume. it makes sense in universe. Does it betray the small time nature of Spider-Man? maybe. But I love how it’s used in some MCU moments, and espcailly in the PS4 game.

I love this montage. It’s a great showcase of Peter’s life as a friendly neighbood Spider-man, and it’s a funny look at how not a lot of crime and disasters. But there’s still people that need help, and Spidy is here to help them

“Do a flip” That line lives rent free in my head

Stan Lee cameo. It’s a funny one

Peter wants to deal with some Avengers level threats. It’s classic teenage ambition. 

Alwyas love seeing Peter have his mask open a bit to eat. It think this is the first movie to do that.

It’s a shame “You Guys aren’t the real really Avengers? Hulk gives it away.” isn’t in the final cut

The stakes are rised, and we see just how dangarous having such powerful wepons in the street is. If only America would learn that lesson

I do like the young Aunt May, and how her and Peters treat eachother more like equals. It’s not traditional, but it’s a fun change of pace.

I love how Ned finds out Peter is Spider-Man. I like how the later two movie series give Peter a confidant.

I like how Ned gives the audience the brief recap of the origin for the two people who don’t already know

Uncle Ben’s death is alluded to, but never outright stated. I don’t mind it. We were going though Uncle Ben fatigue at the time, after all.

I appericate the origin being skipped in general. We know the story, why tell it again? A new Spider-Man means a chance to tell new stories

Even if they’re more like equals, May’s still a great mother figure when Peter needs it

People being in love with Aunt May is an odd running gag

I like how the characters talk about just how close the Sandwich shop that got destroyed was. It helps keep the movie grounded.

Love the Captain America PSA. And the Gym teacher plugging the plot hole that he’s technically a war crimal

It’s fun to see how the average people see the Avengers

I love the guy in the chair running gag

I like the awkard teenage moments in this movie

Peter’s tempted to use Spider-Man for selfish reasons. 

Flash is such a realisitc jerk. I knew people like that at his age

In classic Spider-Man fashion, he has to ditch his friends to fight crime

Love the joke with him having nowhere to swing in the suburbs

The most neveous Spider-Man quip I’ve ever head. It’s fitting

This is the first good Spider-Man villain with 3 villains: Vulture, Tinkerer and Shocker

I apperciate the Ferris Buller homage. I love the teen comedy tone of this movie

Peter’s been Spider-Man for a while, but this is his first supervillain. In a world full of them, oddly enough

Tony has a need to make sure people are safe, and that exends to the Spider-Man suit. It’s the classic teenage struggle for independence vs the parental struggle to maintain safety

Tony feels guilty for getting Peter hurt in the Civil War, and Tony processes his guilt with technology

Peter’s sick of school and wants to become an Avenger. I’ve noticed a lot of “smart kids,” myself included, tend to get burnt out on school

Many Spider-Man stories feature a struggle between selfishness and selflessness. Peter wants to stop the Vulture for both of these reasons, which leads to a lot of the trouble he find himself in

I like how the Vulture keeps things under the Avenger’s Radar. It’s a great way to have a street level villain in a world of heroes

“The Shocker! What is this, pro wresting” and then “Now Your the Shocker.” I love those lines

“I thought that was the anti gravity gun.” some groan at that line, but I think it’s funny. He’s not a stone cold killer, but he’s not opposed to being one either.

Some people feel like Peter’s friends forgive him to easily. Maybe...but teenage academic decathalon teams need all the help they can get

Love this “This in Fine Dog” on Ned’s computer

Right now Peter is pursuing the Vulture for selfish reasons. And because of that, the DC trip gets out of control

Ned can give Peter bad advice, but I like how he can be the voice of reason too

Peter has a bad habit of causing probelms in this movie. Just like his mentor. But I like how he puts in the work to take resonability

Peter gives up a chance to get closer to the Liz and have fun with friends in order to do his duty as Spider-Man. It’s a classic Spidy moment

I miss Karen. It’s a shame she was only in this movie and Infinity War/Endgame.

I love the street level nature of this movie. I admit the MCU needs more street level stories

All this technology doesn’t fit Spider-Man, and I love the humor that comes from it. He needs to become his own hero, and that will take time

The instant kill gag. A controversal one, but it was fun to see it back in Endgame. Chitauri don’t count, they’re a weird hive mind

Peter loses every Vulture fight, which raises the stakes. But at the same time, he does damage to the Vulture’s buisness, which keeps the plot moving forward

Peter stuck on the boat is a fun sequence. And it’s another example of Peter damaging his relationships

He let down his friends, but he still has to save them from the bomb he brought

The Washington Mounument was built by slaves. Love that gag. It’s also realistic. Kids this days are all about the uncomferable truths of history

I love how Karen ships Peter and Liz. I don’t care if she’s not “Spider-Man,” I miss her.

The Washingtom Monument is a great action scene

The Spider Drone is another controveral thing. I don’t mind it leaving though.

This Spider-Man can save his love instrest from falling

I love the eagerness in Karen’s voice. I forgot how funny she was

I remember seeing on Reddit back in 2018/2019 that this movie had the highest joke per minute ratio in the MCU at the time. I can see that

I love the teachers in these movies. They’re so funny

I know what it’s like to think you’re better then school. Those were dark times in my life

I love the Cap PSA

I love how MJ just shows up out of nowhere.

I’m glad Aaron Davis is in the MCU. I hope he get to be the Prowler someday

The interregation scene is great. It’s funny, It’s so funny and humanizing for both Peter and Aaron

I love the Miles Morales Easter Egg. I hope it leads to somthing. If not in this universe, maybe another

“You dersve that, yours a criminal” Oh dear. That might not have aged well. I still find it funny though

Tony is self aware enough to know people need fatherly support, and he should be the one to try and fill that gap

I like how Tony pays attention to Peter’s stories. He knows Peter quit band, and he helped an old lady and got a curro for it

I haven’t meantioned this earlier, but I love the Vulture deisgn and how cobbled together it is. I don’t care for the mask though

“You’re messing with things you don’t understand” That is true. Peter doesn’t understand, but he knows right from wrong

The boat scene feels like somthing out of the original movies. But this Spider-Man isn’t strong enough to do this all by himself. But he does come close.

I love the “Yeah Spider-Man” “Yeah Iron Man” guy. Him and the do a flip guy remind me of extras from the original movies

Toomes is backed into a corner, and is now going to steal from Iron Man himself. Avengers level tech in the streets. It raises the stakes

“If you even cared, you’d actually be here” and the reveal that he is. Love that moment

“I wanted to be like you.” “And I wanted you to be better.” Classic father/son moment, and a great way to show the parallels between Peter and Tony.

“If your nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t have it.” I love that line, and how it plays into the climax

This is the only movie with worried Aunt May, and she protayes that emotion amazingly

And we get Homecoming.

Life starts to turn around for Peter now that he’s taking a break from being Spider-Man. But duty calls.

“Your terrible at keeping secrets.” Love that kind of superhero humor

I’ve heard the suit was originally going to exclitly be Uncle Ben’s. Which I think would’ve been nice and unentrusive. I’m not bothered by its exclusion though.

I remember the audence in the theater gasping at the Vulture reveal. The daughter Toomes was working so hard for was Liz! We all assumed her name was Liz Allen, but turns out it’s Liz Toomes

And the reveal competly changes the stakes between Spider-Man and the Vulture’s dynamic. To stop him would hurt Liz, but to not stop him would hurt Queens.

Toomes is such a good “girlfiend’s dad” character too

And the legendary scene where the Vulture figures out who Spider-Man is. The acting, the camreawork, the colors, it’s perfect. And the Red turining Green representing Spider-Man and the Vulture. It’s amazing.

I love how the Vulture has a code of honor. Spider-Man saved his daughter, so as long as he lives him along, he’ll leave Spider-Man alone

And he goes back to normal “girlfriend dad” mode so easily too

Love how Peter’s moral delima is shown. Dance with the girl of his dreams, or stop the Vulture?

This is my favorite protype Spider-Man suit. I love how it looks like homemade Spider-Man

I love that Tom Holland can really flip

Ned gets to live his dreams as the guy in the chair

Peter tires to get professional help, but there’s still things only he can do

Tony was planning a new shield for Cap. I guess he still cares deep down

The werehouse scene is great. I love Vulture’s speech. He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t excuse putting such dangarous wepons on the street

There’s more quips in the movie then I remember

The Come on Spider-Man scene. It’s fantastic. It’s so rough to see someone so young be in this situation. But then he remembers that when no help is avalible, he has to find the strength to pull himself out of danger. And then he find the strength to lift the rubble.

“Come on Peter, Come on Peter, Come on Spider-Man.” Love that line

He’s more then just the suit. He is Spider-Man. This is the moment he becomes his own Spider-Man. And his own letmotif plays.

This is when he becoems Spider-Man. No Way Home is when he becomes indepdentent. I argue those are two different things, but I’ll get to that

The fight on the Stark plane is an awesome climax

The plane crashes and no one is hurt

I apparicate seeing the Vulture without his mask

After 5 movies that killed off the villians, here we have a Spider-Man fighting to save his enemy’s life.The start of a message that would be taking to an amazing conclusion later on. But we’ll get to that

In classic Spider-Man fashion, there are negative consequences to Spider-Man’s good deeds. Liz loses her dad (but thankfully he’s still alive), and Peter loses all hope with Liz

And MJ gets friends for the first time

The new Avengers Mansion. I think it was in Endgame. 

It’s nice to see Tony and Peter reconsile

I’m glad to see Peter realizing he not ready to be an Avenger yet. It’s good growth. And it’s funny and Tony and Pepper get married on a whim

And Peter earns the suit back

May finding out Spider-Man identity is hilarious cliffhanger, and I love where it leads

Love seeing that Toomes in an honorable villian. I hope we see Scorpion someday

Love the Cap PSA post credits

I forgot just how much I love this movie. It’s funny, it’s dramatic, it’s got great worldbuilding, Tom Holland is amazing as a modern Peter Parker and a rookie Spider-Man, I just love it. I’m so torn between it and Spider-Man 2. I guess I’ll let the more traditional approach win, but I still love this version of Spider-Man

Next time I’ll take a break from the MCU to watch a fantastic work of art.

Current Ranking:

6. The Amazing Spider-Man 2

5. Spider-Man 3

4. The Amazing Spider-Man

3. Spider-Man

2. Spider-Man Homecoming

1. Spider-Man 2

Quip Rankings

6. Spider-Man 2 (1)

5. Spider-Man 3 (4)

4. Spider-Man (5)

3. Spider-Man Homecoming (12)

2. The Amazing Spider-Man (14)

Amazing Spider-Man 2 (16)

#spider-man #marvel #mcu

[eurydicees]

I don’t know anything about Sakuatsu so…what defines each of them? What makes their dynamic compelling?

Also just for fun, write a haiku about them if you’re willing?

oh man. oooohhooohhhh mannnnnn. you do not understand the box you just unlocked. i have SO MANY thoughts about them. under the cut bc i’m insane and this got too long. also i didn’t proofread because i got bored of hearing my own voice in my head, so sorry if it’s incomprehensible lmao

so, for ur first question !!

atsumu:

he’s an absolutely fascinating character to read/watch and to write, which is obviously the best kind of character for me. i’m gonna limit myself to two things that i Love about him.

the first is the sheer level of ambition. i think that the most interesting characters are the ones who knows what they want and who are going to get it if it kills them (then, as a fic writer, i like making it as hard as possible lmfao, sry tsumu). i get the impression that he knows where he wants to be in life, and he has these grand dreams and plans— some of which do not come true, and his reactions to them are really interesting. alongside this ambition is just a general intensity that i’m more than a little obsessed with. i very much see myself in that part of him, and so i obviously gotta write about it.

the second thing is that he’s just so unafraid of what the people around him think about him. he’s absolutely dedicated and loyal to the people he cares about— to his friends, his family, the teammates he’s close with— and those are the only opinions that matter. he is shown to be rather disliked in junior high, but he’s also shown to not really mind it. he’s absolutely filled to the brim with confidence, and what i really love is that, tbqh, that confidence is, like, 99% earned. there’s a really good post analyzing him and the idea of love that i can’t find rn (which sucks bc i know i rbed it), but just. like. a character who is so loyal to the people he cares about but who doesn’t care to change his personality or knock himself down a notch for the sake of other people? i have to stan.

kiyoomi:

ok so not gonna lie to you, a lot of my interpretation of him comes from my personal fanon rather than from canon sources. like, i 100% draw from the actual work, of course, but i also have a very extensive fanon that lives in my head rent free, and a lot of my writing about him includes those headcanons. look…… he just makes it so easy to project all of my issues onto him. it’s not MY fault !!

but for real lmao— i think that he’s also a really interesting character for very different reasons than atsumu. they’re pretty similar people in a lot of important ways (the pride, the ambition, the confidence), but where they really vary is in the things that they’re afraid of, and that’s what’s most interesting to me about kiyoomi. in his first appearance, he doesn’t talk about himself so much as he gets talked about by his cousin— that in of itself is really interesting, but that’s a different post— and one of the things that’s mentioned is that he needs to know everything about everyone who might pose a threat to him. idk why but this is just really interesting to me, especially as a character trait in, like, a sixteen year old volleyball player.

he’s a very anxious person, with my personal fanon being that he has ocd and/or is a major hypochondriac, and that’s something that i have a lot of fun looking at. but what’s most interesting about this is that, at the same time as he is anxious about loss in every sense of the word, he’s so assertive about his own boundaries and his own wants/needs. he isn’t willing to make compromises if it means sacrificing his feeling of security, and that’s really interesting (and god, as a fic writer, all i want to do is take it away).

re: their general dynamic:

i wrote in a fic once that “they are not men who are easy to love” and i think that part of their relationship is just personally curated to my interests. the idea of two people, neither of whom are especially loveable in the way other MCs are (ex. hinata) and neither of whom are particularly interested in changing their assholery for the sake of something as intangible as being liked, finding solace and love in each other is just *clenches fist at the sky* so good.

i think that there’s a certain level of competition that comes with their friendship/relationship that i’m really obsessed with. they’re two people who are incredibly competitive— you don’t become a professional volleyball player unless you are, tbh— but this is just forcing them to get better; they push each other further. this is something that atsumu kinda does for all of the people around him, which is another reason i’m obsessed with him specifically, but i think that it’s especially apparent with kiyoomi (and kageyama, but that’s a different post).

one of the other things i love about them is just having a friendship rooted in general banter/sarcasm, which is always fun to write. it’s also really interesting to look at their shared history in canonverse— meeting in hs and then again as adults, ~5 yrs later? there’s SO MUCH to unpack there and i absolutely love it. the idea of meeting this person you knew as a 15/16yo again as an adult, and how they’re different but the same and you never knew them well but you know you missed them and maybe it’s a sign or it isn’t but wow, they’ve grown and so have i, and maybe this is a chance to start again? god. man. deep breaths.

i’m not gonna write a haiku bc this took so much energy and i’ve been staring at this blank screen for, like, ten minutes trying to think of a start a good poem about them. but one day. one day i will get back to you with a poem.

#ask #sakuatsu #kiyoomi sakusa #atsumu miya #oh god this got so long i am so sorry i know you don't care about most of this information #this is also all just off the top of my head idk i can write better meta some other time

[anika-ann]

My Timid Hello, My Clumsy Goodbye (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, canon semi-compliant?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Barton!reader    Word count: 8900 (...sorry)

Summary: You’re spending the evening and the night before your wedding with the two most important men of your life.

When the sun rises again, you’ll say your ‘I do’ in a close circle of friends and family. It’s not a goodbye to your old life and it’s not a hello to some enormous change; but you will no longer be a Barton. You will be a Rogers. Why not reminisce a bit? 

Warnings: mention of an abandoned baby, blood and injuries, alcohol, implied possibly rougher sex (nothing graphic) ...mature?, language, so much sappiness... let me know if I missed any

A/N: For what-is-your-backupplan-today 10th anniversary of CA:TFA challenge. Prompts in bold. Thank you for coming up with this wonderful theme and hosting this challenge! Long live CA:TFA!

A/N: Throughout the fic, you’ll find snippets of lyrics from SYML’s "Everything All At Once”. Honestly, the song has a completely different meaning to me, but tearing it out of context works for this story just fine :) When you’re done reading, I recommend the music video. It friggin’ broke me in the worst and best ways. Enjoy!

This is my hello This is my clumsy goodbye I'm putting my glass down I wanna remember tonight

Tony rented an island for you. Clint nearly passed out learning about it and grumbled for days about having a hard time to top that, which, no arguing, was understandable.

It was an incredibly extravagant thing to do, throwing around money that could have been used for a much more honourable cause, but you couldn’t complain. One should not look a gifted horse into mouth – and so you didn’t.

Because Tony Stark renting an island was his premature wedding gift. The fact that your brother bitched about not being able to top that, well, that was his problem. You were certain that deep down, he knew you didn’t need any fancy gifts like that.

Then again, Tony’s gift might have been epically overpriced, but not exactly unthoughtful; along with a private island came a private jet and you being literally flied under radar so no single paparazzi knew where you and America’s golden boy Steve Rogers would seal the deal with your ‘I do.’ So, you were everything but ungrateful to your friend that he succeeded at pulling off such covert operation; and frankly, this place was nothing short of wonderful.

The golden sand was pleasantly warm under your toes as you as you and Clint walked towards the two single beach chairs facing the ocean. Wearing bikini under the baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, sunglasses on top of your head, because why would you deprive yourself the gorgeous view of the sun beginning to set down, you followed your brother – not in blood but in every other sense – to the seats, allured by the view, the serenity and the cold sixpack in his hand.

You had already had a traditional bachelorette party with your girls – with the team, with your family. Natasha, Wanda, Pepper, Sharon and Maria. The night had been the perfect blend of what was considered typically feminine, dress up, fanciness and wine and gossip, and a fun night out with shots, dancing, karaoke and pool. That particular night sadly was interrupted shortly by an annoying photographer, but he soon understood it was not very clever to annoy three and a half Avengers or the CEO of Stark Industries for that matter.

Clint however… Clint deserved a special evening with you. With the rest of the team in various state of chilling out, scattered around the luxurious small houses and gorgeous beaches, you two were left the privacy such moment required.

Even if the special moment consisted of simple talking and drinking beer while watching the sun set, a symbolic end of one phase of your life – a phase that was undeniably tied to the famous and yet barely known archer, one of the seven defenders who rushed into the Battle of New York to save the Earth.

One of the seven had been your brother, having previously been controlled by the monster who brought an army from outer space; there was no questioning whether you would join the fight or not, no matter how you preferred the latter part of your field medic job title to the former.

Another of these brave people, as it turned out, was your future husband. A man you had met for the first time that day, but whom you didn’t hesitate to push back down when he got hit by a freaking alien weapon and stood up, wanting to shake it off as if it was nothing. Your medical training told you not to let him; and your stubbornness had been just a touch stronger than his that day.

Apparently, Steve found you always standing your ground to be one of your most endearing qualities.

What a fancy way to express it instead of simply calling you a stubborn pain in his ass.

“You’re lost in your head, Twinkie,” Clint hummed, playfully nudging your ribs with an elbow, bringing you back to the present.

Your nose automatically scrunched at the childhood nickname.

“You gotta stop calling me that, Bobo,” you retorted, a grin spreading on your face as it was his turn to grimace.

You knew it was nothing but an act and that he in fact loved that nickname, because it held so much sentiment, so many memories… as did his endearment for you.

Bobo had been your first word or so Clint always claimed. Obviously, you wouldn’t remember.

You wouldn’t remember your parents, having been only two days old when your mother left you with a damn circus which was in your hometown at the time. You couldn’t recall how you wouldn’t stop crying until you heard a seven-year-old Clint humming a lullaby for you, with silly replacements of lyrics that always made you laugh later on when you could understand them.

How he started calling you Twinkie, because he was a sugar addict and apparently, you were sweet and small and he liked you; so much that he soon appointed himself to be your brother, your bro, your Bobo.

Once you were older and learned that your involuntary nickname for him also meant ‘crazy’ in Spanish, you were sold to that Bobo endearment forever.

Including the night before your wedding.

“You keep zoning out on me, Kid. Getting cold feet?” Clint hummed, casually handing you a can of beer, opening it up for you.

You automatically reached out and took a sip, eyes fixed on the warm colour on the horizon. What a ridiculous question… but kind and caring, with a hidden promise of getting you out of here if you just asked. Your amazing, protective, crazy brother.

You couldn’t but smile widely, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.

“You offering to kidnap the bride, Clint? I’d like to see you try. You were always better at trapeze than at being an escape artist.”

Clint scoffed. “Please. These are amateurs. I bet I could pull it off.”  

That drew a laugh from you.

“Are you calling the Avengers amateurs? Better yet, are you calling your wife an amateur?” you teased him, watching his face lose colour when he realized that he did exactly that. You leaned over and patted his thigh. “Don’t worry, Bobo. I won’t tell Nat.”

Clint visibly relaxed, but a shadow of worry twisting his expression.

“Seriously though. Where’s your head at, Kid?”

You just shrugged, smile resting on your lips as you wondered if you ever felt so relaxed. It went along well with the reminiscing of the past and despite the fact that tomorrow was a big day and you should probably be nervous, you weren’t. Not in the slightest, more like the opposite. You were giddy even; it dawned to you that nothing in your life had ever felt so right.

No moment in your life offered you such serenity to your heart, your shoulders free of any weight, body light as air.

“Just taking a trip down the memory lane. Thinking about how lucky I was to be dropped at your circus of all circuses of the world,” you grinned at Clint, your tone remaining completely serious.

Because you were being serious – words couldn’t express how grateful for everything that led to this moment you were. How grateful you were to your brother for watching over you, making sure you would always see the light of a new day, guiding you when you found yourself in a dark.

Clint didn’t react beside his fingers twitching and you knew he was giving you the chance to say what you needed to say.

“About how you taught me pretty much everything I know. About how while I might not be the best person in the world, my brother, who is the best brother ever, made me into a decent person and I owe him everything I am. And how I should probably feel guilty for tying myself to another guy who just swept in and whisked away your little sister.”

Clint stared at you, gulping as his eyes gradually filled with tears. You found yourself in a very cheesy moment, bordering on absurd and it was almost too much to handle – but Clint took a deep breath, cleared his throat and swallowed his tears.

“Well, that bastard did steal my greatest life achievement with way too little effort,” he remarked, voice cracking slightly, the image of him causing your eyes to burn as well even if his words made you both tear up and burst out laughing.

“Dammit, Clint, stop making me laugh and cry at the same time…”

“You started it!” he pointed his index finger at you accusingly, taking a large sip of his beer to drown his sentiment. “But for the record, you should not feel guilty. It’s not like you’re leaving me.”

“I know, but-“

“And if you were, you’d be leaving me in good hands.”

“That’s true, Natasha does have a grip on you and might keep you outta trouble-“

“She’s the one who gets me into trouble half of the time!” Clint cried out in protest and you would have argued if it wasn’t the truth.

But before he had met her, Clint was able to make up his own trouble just fine – he was more than half of a reason why while doing a bit of trapeze yourself, you also grew interested in medical care. Because who else than the little sister should treat her big brother’s wounds when he got too crazy?

“In all seriousness, I’m proud of you, Twinkie,” he said sincerely, one corner of his lips raised in a lopsided smile. “You’re entirely entitled to have your own life and if there’s one guy in this whole damn world I’m willing to trust to have you… well, I guess it’s that big blond dumbass.”

“He can be a bit dumb of ass occasionally, can’t he?” you mused lovingly. “I guess it’s right what they say… we do pick our partners similar to our parents, maybe not only in looks. I didn’t really have a dad, I had you, so…”

Clint sighed, smile widening, before it slipped from his face as he caught up on the not-so-hidden insult.

“Hey!”

You couldn’t but laugh at his shocked expression, accidently spilling a splosh of beer on the sand.

“Just… maybe make sure that even married, you still find time to hang out with your big dumb of ass brother every once in a while?” Clint suggested, sounding surprisingly vulnerable.

Your whole demander softened, a little pang of guilt stinging in your heart as he took your words too seriously – and at his worry.

“Clint… I will always find time for my amazing brother.”

“Well, you’re marrying a pretty amazing guy too, so, you know, I understand the dilemma…”

You snorted when he seemed to genuinely fawn over your future husband, shaking your head before downing the rest of your drink.

“As amazing as Steve might be – and gosh, he is, don’t get me started – you still own a pretty big chunk of my heart.”

“Good. You are a Barton at heart,” Clint hummed, pretending that a few tears didn’t roll down his cheeks, leaning towards you as his expression once again grew serious.

Your chest tightened. Oh no. He was gonna say something to make you cry too – as if you already weren’t at verge of crying, emotions bubbling under the surface.

“Clint-“ you warned him silently, but he spoke up anyway and you gulped, bracing yourself.

“Just… whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect housewife, but a good woman.”

That was not what you were prepared for, as touching as the sentiment was.

You burst out laughing, head thrown back, hands clutching at your stomach as it actually hurt with the sudden clench. Tears did spring from your eyes, a perfect blend of touched and infinitely amused at your brother’s words.

“Har, har, that’s what I get from trying to speak from heart…” Clint muttered grumpily and you willed yourself to calm your hitching breaths as you looked at him, the pout of his mouth causing you to cackle again.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just… I am moved, I really am. Thank you. But me? A perfect housewife? And you realize I’m marrying Steve Rogers, right? The epitome of a good man? He would probably threaten to sock me in a jaw if I tried to change into something I’m not just for his sake and actually sock me in my jaw if I turned into a bad woman.”

Clint’s eyebrows jumped, a smirk appearing on his face. “That’s a lot of punching.”  

“My thoughts exactly,” you agreed, reaching for another can, pausing when a thought occurred to you. “Just so we’re clear, I might turn into a bit of a housewife when we have kids, alright? And I want to be a good wife, a good partner to Steve, which is what I’m trying to do even now.”

“I mean, yeah, sure, wouldn’t expect anything less. But… just promise me you’ll stay you and that you’ll keep giving him a run for his money, keep him on his toes a bit,” Clint shrugged with a grin, drawing another chuckle from you.

You saw his point – and you fully intended to keep Steve on his toes. You had a good reason to believe that your future husband enjoyed when you did.

“Oh Clinton… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He nodded contentedly, picking up another beer and raising it for a toast, his can clinking with yours.

“Cheers to that!”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you then, a quiet joy wrapped in one moment; the sun ending its quest, the warm breeze in your hair, the waves whispering of a journey you were about to take off to. And all that with a wordless comforting presence of your family, ready to offer you a shelter if a storm rocked your boat and the wind caused you to lose course.

As your mind wandered, you had to laugh at yourself – it was almost as if you were raised by pirates and not circus performers. Perhaps it was the little bit of free cheeky spirit these life journeys had in common what brought the metaphor to your mind. It was a bit like working with the Avengers too, always on a road, adrenaline in your veins even as you mostly stayed on the jet, ready to assist them… yet here you were pondering that maybe, you were yearning for settling down a bit more.

“Cap wouldn’t punch you anyway, right?” Clint remarked, breaking the silence and you blinked yourself back into reality, taking a moment to figure out what he was talking about.

Oh. Right. Steve punching you if you changed yourself significantly for his benefit.

You smiled softly, heart swelling in affection when the answer to that question appeared obvious.

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“Good. He’d try once and I’d put an arrow straight between his eyes,” Clint promised darkly, almost causing you to choke at the sudden violent note. He quickly fixed it with a ramble, lightening the atmosphere yet again. “Minus training of course. He’s allowed to try in order to improve your hand-to-hand. Not that he would ever land a hand on you anyway. Always so soft on you…” he grinned, seemingly alright with that attitude if not slightly calling the big strong supersoldier out.

Oh you could be cheeky too alright if that was what your brother wanted.

“That you know of.”

A confused huh was the only reaction you got – that and a puzzled look.

“He’s always soft on me,” you repeated Clint’s words, turning to him, lips slowly spreading in a wicked smirk. “That you know of.”

Clint’s brows furrowed for a short moment and then his features twisted in a disgusted grimace, face growing a tint crimson.

“Gross!” he complained, more blood rushing to his cheeks. “You know what, I changed my mind. We’re leaving. You’re not marrying him. I’m kidnapping the bride and never returning her, locking her somewhere far far away-“

You snorted at his indignation, your grin undoubtedly battling the one of the Cheshire cat.

“No will do, Bobo. I’m marrying Steve and you can’t stop me.”

This time, Clint didn’t even protest, eyes misted over, nose still scrunched at the mental image, lamenting as the night slowly settled over the paradise-like island.

“Oh god, please help, I can’t unsee it, can’t unhear it--- ew-”

Your laughter was carried away by the breeze as Clint seemed to be unable to look at you.

You swung your beer around, thinking that yes – nothing quite ever felt so right as being here in this moment. Relaxing with your brother, teasing him relentlessly and counting down hours to when you’d say ‘I do’ to the only man who in your eyes ever battled the mantle of the best man in the universe.

In one unending moment You fall within my reach I'm close enough to whisper Hold on to me Hold on to me

You weren’t sure what time it was when you snuck into the beach house, one of few, which had been wisely chosen to be occupied by you and Steve only. You attempted to be quiet and liked to think you succeeded, in your even barely tipsy state, but your effort turned out to be in vain as you found Steve perched against headboard of your bed; reading a book, thin white t-shirt and sleep shorts on display as the soft sheet had been kicked away, scrunched up by his feet.

He was gorgeous – he was gorgeous and yours, a momentary picture perfect of peace, appearing to feel just as light as you did and somehow the dullness of the moment, just him relaxing in bed with a good read as you came home… it was more alluring than one would think.

Steve looked up from the book when you wavered in the doorway, soft lopsided smile spreading on his face.

God, that smile. It might be over two years since you saw it for the first time, but it could still make you weak in your knees.

And somehow, it was now even more charming now than the day you met, more tender than just before you kissed for the first time, sweeter than when he proposed.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted you, appreciative gaze roaming your figure and the little too much skin on display – something you regretted when the warm sunrays had bid you goodbye, raising goosebumps. And Steve, the attentive man he was, noticed, his smile earning a teasing edge. “You look a bit cold in there.”

You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out.

“And you look pretty cosy in there. Thought you’d be either asleep or with Bucky.”

Steve shrugged, not letting go of his unfinished chapter just yet, knowing you had a routine to go through before joining him.

“Maybe I missed you. Maybe Bucky is an old man and needs his sleep.”

You chuckled, not rising to the bait – you knew what would follow if you dared to say Steve was just as old. Not that you would complain about Steve trying to convince you about the opposite. You could never.

“Well, I bet he still made you a promise of breaking a bone of mine or two if I ever hurt you. He’ll find energy for that, centenarian or not,” you hummed nonchalantly as you bounced off the doorframe, heading to the bathroom and leaving Steve puzzled by your remark.

“How did you know?” he called out after you, endearingly confused.

“That’s what big brothers do, love!”

Short silence was your answer as you reached for your toothbrush and begun your nighty ritual.

Steve must have figure out what did it mean for him, considering you had a protective brother of your own, because a moment later, his half-amused “noted!” reached your ears.

You chuckled and shook your head, smile spread on your face which you didn’t think could be erased as long as you were in this paradise – free of worry, full of joy. And why wouldn’t you be? You were about to marry one of the smartest, kindest, sassiest and most beautiful men that ever walked the Earth. What was not to love?

You couldn’t but let your mind wander again; if you had only known the day you met, right from that moment, that you’d end up here…. well. It felt a little surreal, knowing that by this time tomorrow, you’d be Steve’s wife; then again, Steve’s life story was surreal enough on its own.

Who would have thought that the stubborn handsome man in the ridiculous suit and you, equally stubborn about you at least checking on the wound upon half-dragging him to a quiet corner in a middle of a battlefield, would grow so close?

It hadn’t been simple. Steve wasn’t the most open guy and while friendly enough, he wasn’t exactly offering his heart on his sleeve, not to strangers. But it hadn’t been too hard, once you were meeting on regular basis. Piece by piece he revealed his true colours and soon after he did… you started falling; hard and fast.

Not necessarily swooning, not on the outside at least; you were a professional, after all. The safety and the well-being of the team was your priority.

It was just too bad – or the best thing, you supposed – that Steve had the same goal as you with one significant difference; as far as he was concerned, the responsibility to look after his team sometimes excluded him.

Oh, was he wrong about that.

And boy, did you let him know you thought so. You still kept proving him wrong to this day and was planning on nurturing his own acknowledgement of his self-worth till your last breath…

“Get your ass in here, Steve!” you called out after him, slowly losing patience as you had tried asking politely the previous two times with no result but being dismissed.

The change of tone and language made his head snap to you from where he was talking to Sam, an offended scowl on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Captain. Don’t be a stubborn jerk and get your ass in here so I can clean your cuts.”

A few months ago, you wouldn’t have been able to talk to him like that; to the great legend, Captain America. At least you certainly wouldn’t have called him his first name and maybe, just maybe, you’d be a little less crass. But now? He might be Captain America still, a hero who deserved all the good things for the sacrifices he made for the world’s safety, but first and foremost, he was just Steve to you.

A colleague, a teammate, a friend. You might not be a part of the team per se, not the way Clint, Natasha or Steve were, but you still belonged. And you were all friends.

Friends irritated each other sometimes and frankly, Steve was often battling with Tony for the mantle of the most infuriating one.

Friends also needed to call each other out on their bullshit by any means necessary when the time was right and now the time was as good as any.

Usually, Steve slipped through your fingers, because he was a supersoldier and the others weren’t, so their injuries took precedence; today, it was only Natasha, Sam and Steve, and the captain was the only one whom you hadn’t checked yet. And you knew there were things to check, the trickle of blood from his eyebrow probably the least of your concerns.

“I wouldn’t argue with her, Steve. She can be pretty stubborn. Clint wouldn’t stop complaining about it,” Natasha supported you from the pilot seat and you fought yourself so you wouldn’t grin at her in victory – it would only irritated Steve further. “She’s almost as bull-headed as you are.”

At that, your smile would have slipped. But honestly, she wasn’t wrong.

“Don’t I know it,” Steve grunted, sparing Sam another glance and when the Falcon himself beckoned to you as well, wordlessly asking Steve to get himself checked up.

The captain sighed irately, but made his way back to the separate and well-lit space of your examination room.

He didn’t try to hide his annoyance – in fact, he squared his shoulders and his steps sounded a bit loud for anyone to believe it was a coincidence. Also, the scowl of exasperation never left his otherwise handsome face.

“This is completely unnecessary. A stupid waste of time,” he hissed as he walked past you and you took a deep calming breath, exchanging an eyeroll with Sam before you disappeared from sight.

“Captain. I respect you and your position, but you say one more time that my job here is unnecessary and stupid, you’ll be looking for a new medic,” you retorted as he stripped the upper part of his uniform angrily, revealing his white-tank-top-clad torso.

Well, at least the fabric used to be white – now a blood stain the size of both of your palms was seeping into the material at Steve’s right side, gushing from what definitely appeared to be a knife wound.

You were gonna murder him one of those days... unless he got killed himself first.

“Seriously?!”

“It’s just a graze-” he started to argue but you cut him off when you tore the fabric away. He winced as some of the dried blood had acted as a glue, having stuck the cloth into the wound, and now was violently ripped off.

“Tr to insinuate again that I’m incompetent at recognizing what’s just a graze, Steve. I dare you. This is a cut wide and deep enough for stitches! Haven’t you had the serum, you could have been bleeding out to death on this table!”

“But I do have it-“

“Or for fuck’s SAKE, stop being a baby and let me treat the bloody gash in your right mesogastric area! The serum accelerates your healing, but it doesn’t make you invincible OR immortal as far as I know--- Jesus fucking Christ-!”

He bristled, taking a deep breath to fight back, but he never got the chance, because you started working and the words died in his throat. Surprisingly, inspecting the damage, poking around a knife wound that might have already begin to seal itself thanks to Erskine’s formula but had not been just a graze hurt and coincidentally, it pulled the rug from under his feet.

To his credit, Steve barely even hissed at the pain.

“Just so you know, I’ll be using the disinfection that stings worse,” you noted, voice dripping venom, because you were genuinely done with Steve’s bullshit.

You lied through your teeth though. You wouldn’t. No matter how infuriating Steve was and how difficult he made your life – causing you to fall for his stupid martyr ass and pine after him among other things – you would never purposely hurt him.

And he must have sensed that, because your remark didn’t earn you a murderous glare or a retort – much to your surprise.

In fact, Steve fell entirely quiet, watching you work without protest, not even objecting when you applied enough local anaesthetic to knock out an elephant and sewed the tissue together so it healed easier. He let you inspect the rest of his torso and bandage his ribs, vigorously shaking his head when you asked him if he was injured anywhere below the waist.

He observed you as you kept an eye on his face for any minute sign of pain he’d be hiding, but all you could see were his irises, startlingly bright blue, pools of honesty and something you had trouble decoding. He seemed… humbled almost. It silenced the anger inside you, the flames of rage – and fear for his well-being, if you were being honest with yourself – turning into a barely smouldering pile of ash.

When you moved on to his head, gently pushing away the strands which obscured the gash on his eyebrow, his eyelids slid shut. You knew how unpleasant facial injuries were, especially around one’s eyes and so you took care to be extra careful as you cleaned the wound and the area surrounding it, most definitely not using the stingy disinfectant.

Not that Steve could get an infection as far as you knew. It was more force of a habit than anything else… and it made you feel better. He had this idiotic mask of an invincible hero he put up sometimes and it drove you insane, because you knew he was only human, a beautiful kind soul, but god, could he be an ass.

“Almost done,” you whispered soothingly when you noticed his jaw tightening as you had to apply a bit more pressure to get a tiny piece of gravel from the cut. You certainly didn’t want that to stay under the newly healing skin.

The moment you retreated with the bloody gauze, Steve’s eyes were back on you, wide and regretful.

“I’m sorry,” he offered quietly, a genuine apology that sounded almost absurd after you two were hissing at each other like damn hellcats. “I didn’t mean to--- I’m sorry for being rude and ungrateful. Thank you for taking care of my injuries.”

One glance into those deep irises and benign hesitant smile and you were done for. How could you stay mad at him? Well, you were still mad at him for the absolute disregard of his own health, but… well. You also understood he felt like he needed to stay strong for the team and put them first and how he actually was in pain.

Pretty much everyone was a pain in the ass when in pain.

You sighed as you searched for few band-aid strips to cover the cut.  

“It’s alright, Steve. I’m used to old men being grumpy and not meaning things they say when they are,” you offered lightly and he hung his head with a chuckle, clearly not taking the old man remark personally – and understanding you were referring to your brother.

His smile was wider when he looked up again. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it.”

You shrugged, carefully slipping two fingers under his chin to angle his face so you could stick the strips over the wound.

“Well, I deserve it sometimes. I don’t mean to… to be overbearing and make you feel like you’re incompetent or something,” you added hesitantly, worrying your teeth over your lower lip as the tone you’d been handling him with caught up with you. Perhaps you could have been nicer.

You smoothened the stripes of band-aid, gulping as you felt Steve’s gaze boring into your face while you continued.

“I know you’re not incompetent. You’re very capable, you’re the best. It’s just… I still--- worry- for all of you. For the full-time Earth’s mightiest heroes. Silly, huh?” you muttered self-depreciatingly and when your eyes met, you were startled by the intensity he watched you with as you laid your fears bare in front of him, leaving you vulnerable. You swiftly looked away and dropped your hands. “Here, almost as good as new.”

A lump grew in your throat as you stripped your gloves, tossing them into the bin. Did you reveal too much? Didn’t it sound silly indeed as you said it out loud? Yes, you were all friendly with each other, but you were supposed to be a professional, focused on your task, not getting distracted by-

-by Steve gently grasping your wrist, causing your heart to skip a startled beat. Definitely not getting weak in the knees when you shot him a surprised glance and he just… brought your hand to his face, lips briefly skimming over your knuckles.

Jesus Christ, Lord have mercy with me.

“Don’t you ever apologize for caring. Don’t stop caring. Silly is the last thing I’d call it.”

Your cheeks felt like set on fire, stomach fluttering as well as your heart. You could feel the ghost of Steve’s lips on your skin, sending your heartrate sky-high, causing your head to spin a bit, your body hot all over.

Did he really—did he just-? And did it mean that… did it mean anything at all?

He let go of your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles, but held your gaze adamantly as he gave you a sad smile and rose to his feet, clearly ready to leave.

You, on the hand, stood there frozen, mind racing.

Why had he done that? Was he really just trying to express gratitude and say sorry for his previous behaviour? Because that was not the way it was supposed to be done, because such tenderness left you entirely bewildered. Was he trying to tell you he was somehow interested in something more than friendship? Was he just high from the anaesthetic, mind you, local one that was not supposed to mess with his brain? Was there any sign of a head injury you missed?

“Thank you, again,” he whispered softly, moving to sidestep you and your hand instinctively shot out, latching onto his forearm… gently.

You gulped, heart stuttering when he glanced at you, puzzled.

One part of you wanted to sink into the floor in embarrassment at your unwitting reaction. Another part of you observed him so closely that you would swear that there was another emotion in his eyes and it was neither apology nor gratitude. You wistfully hoped for longing, the same longing you felt when you were near him, sometimes distant and barely there, other times so acute it hurt.

With your stomach somersaulting in doubt, you willed yourself to raise your free hand slowly, purposely giving him a chance – Lord, please, don’t let him take it – to stop you before your palm settled on his cheek.

You were certain you experienced a small cardiac arrest when Steve not only didn’t avoid the touch, but actually leaned into it, gaze fixed on your face, eyes brighter and softer than you ever remembered seeing. Your gaze flickered to his mouth deliberately, throat turning dry. Too daring? He kissed you knuckles, surely you could reciprocate some affection?

Swallowing against your dry throat, you leaned in before you could change your mind and dropped the briefest peck to his lips, causing his eyelids to flutter shut.

Oh no. Oh no no no no, you totally crossed a line-

You went to retreat your hands from him, but the second you moved, his eyes were snapping open, hand covering yours on his face to keep it there, the other cradling your face and then there was a warm and soft sensation on your own lips as he seized them with his.

Your mind went completely blank save two single thoughts: Steve is kissing me. I really like that.

A small sound escaped you, a blend of surprise and contentment, breaking you from your trance and turning you into an actual participant of the pleasant and entirely unexpected activity.

You drew in a small breath, head spinning from the scent of Steve’s shampoo, disinfectant, sweat and something you couldn’t quite put your finger on and not caring.

He tasted faintly of blood, but otherwise was nothing but sweet as his lips caressed yours, gently tugging at your lower lip and then the upper, the lightest graze of teeth and tease of tongue, finger pressing into your jaw to pull you closer, thumb stroking your cheek.

You whimpered involuntarily when his lips parted from yours, soothing as they returned for a short peck, to drop a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth, to brush your cheek.

Your name was a breathy whisper between the two of you, barely audible as all you could hear was your heartbeat pulsing frantically in your ears, growing aware of your fingers clutching at Steve’s still unzipped armour and nearly sinking in his hair, his hot breath tickling your skin.

You didn’t dare to open your eyes – what if you dreamed it up? What if you looked at him and saw regret – it didn’t feel like he would be regretting it, but… still. Insecurity tugged at your mind as it slowly cleared from the literally breath-taking kiss.

Steve repeated your name with urgency that was unheard of, the single word sounding almost as a plea.

“Please say something.”

Oh.

You blinked your eyes open, surprised to be met with his searching gaze, a minute furrow of his brows. It seemed you weren’t the only one whose mind was being the worst of one’s enemies.

Perhaps your brain was being stupid. Perhaps you both wanted this. Perhaps you felt exactly the same.

As you forced yourself to move, fingers actually slipping into his hair to caress his nape, Steve inhaled shakily, shoulders slumping. The tinniest of smiles tugged at his mouth, tempting red and minutely swollen from the kiss; you had to resist the urge to just taste it again.

Instead, you licked your lips only, savouring the previous sensations, smiling unwittingly.

“That’s… uhm, that’s a really creative new way of driving me crazy.”

Steve’s eyebrows rose along with one corner of his mouth, relief written all over his face.

“Oh? There are other ways in which I’m driving you crazy? Because I couldn’t tell...”

You narrowed your eyes, but you didn’t think he bought you unconvincing act of being irritated with him at such remark.

“Don’t push it, Captain,” you warned him, but your treacherous mouth kept curling up in a smile, your body still buzzing with aftershocks of the kiss.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Uh-huh… s-sure,” you stuttered briefly as his thumb caressed your cheek, bright smiling eyes watching only inches from your face – and yet it felt like he was too far.

“You’re driving me crazy too, you know,” he noted in a breathy voice, causing you to gulp as his gaze flickered to your mouth, clearly implying how you do so… among other ways… like your stubbornness practically matching his.

“Oh really? I do? I couldn’t tell…”

He chuckled, his hand slipping to your nape, soft tickle of his fingers making you squirm.

“I’m gonna kiss you again now if that’s okay,” he whispered, not waiting for your permission and erasing the distance between your lips again.

Still, you whispered your approval to his mouth.

“So okay…”

Long moments later when Sam called out to warn you that you’d be landing soon, you said yes to the grumpy old man’s request to let him treat you dinner.

Oh if you only knew by then how far you’d come…

Lost in thought, goofy smile on your face, you exited the bathroom, ready to snuggle your future husband… and to fully take the opportunity to make love, last night before you officially became his and he became yours.

You had a brief second to register that the bed was empty, your heart skipping a started and disappointed beat. The second you stepped out though, you were literally swept off your feet.

A yelp erupted from your throat as you found yourself with no ground under your feet and high in the air, one of Steve’s arms under your knees, the other under your back. Your hands frantically gripped at the nearest firm point, Steve’s shoulder and arm as you finally realized what the hell happened and was met with a cheeky grin and sparkling blue of his eyes.

That traitor was waiting just by the door to ambush you! Why?

You slapped his very much bare shoulder playfully, hissing a curse, not unaware of the heat radiating of him and seeping into your skin.

“You jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack!” you complained, but he didn’t even have the decency to look apologetic.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“No, you’re not.”

Steve grinned wider, shrugging and pulling you closer to his torso, nuzzling your temple and dropping a placatory kiss there.

“Still looking a little cold.”

“No, I look like this because you scared me,” you emphasized, vainly trying to resist the seduction; a mixture of playfulness, sweetness and blatant display of strength as he still held you with ease. It was hard not to be temped. “And you look like you’re awfully warm, parading here without a shirt.”

“Well, I’d call us even since you’re parading around in these absolutely sinful shorts. Makes me hot. I can warm you up,” he mumbled to your skin, lips moving to your ear, causing you to shudder.

How was it so easy for him to make you all hot and bothered? You guessed that at least, as he said, it made you even... it wasn’t difficult to get him riled up either.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Driving you crazy?” Steve offered, sounding awfully delighted at the idea and you only melted into him further at the reminiscence of your first kiss and what followed.

“Always,” you confirmed, deadly serious, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips or the mewl that escaped you when his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

“But you love it.”

“Uh-huh…”

“I can live with that with that then,” he said, stalking to the bed determinately. “Now let me drive you so crazy you can barely speak and the only sound you’re making is whimpering my name.”

He all but tossed you on the bed, a yelp of his name in fact erupting from your throat, followed by a fit of giggles that only died when his mouth seized yours, his lips only leaving when heading south to indeed drive you crazy.

And yes; you loved it.

And you loved him too.

In one unending moment I fall within your reach My song a sweet surrender Hold on to me Hold on to me

Before the girls could steal you from him, Steve decided – with your enthusiastic agreement – that you should once again try how it felt to make some morning lovin’ outside marriage. With the ceremony planned for the late afternoon, you had plenty of time; and needless to say, it was bliss. Then again, you believed that marital sex with Steve would be just as delightfully pleasant, thank you very much.

Then, it was a whirlwind – make up, hair, dress, a tear or two spilled when you saw the result in the mirror.

More tears spilled when you glanced out of the window and saw the tastefully and modestly decorated arch, the path created by few scattered rose petals, the male part of your almost family sans Clint in the suits, effectively hiding Steve from you; and you from his just in case, because no one wanted any bad luck.

Your staring was interrupted when your brother went to pick you up to lead you down the aisle.

Upon entering the room and setting his gaze on you, he promptly looked away with a sniffle. It both warmed your heart and made you laugh as did his remark.

“Nope, not giving you to him. In fact, I’m never giving you to anyone. No one will ever be worthy, so I’m keeping you.”

“Hush, Clinton, you’ll still have me,” Natasha winked at him as he took a deep calming breath before carefully eyeing you again.

Clearly, it hadn’t done the job, because few tears still found their way down his cheeks.

“You’re a knock-out, sis,” he sputtered hastily, but no less honestly – clearly moved to tears.

And yet… you snorted at his choice of words and he rolled his eyes, quick to compliment your beauty instead.

You wouldn’t have it any other way though, even appreciating his first remark more for it came from the bottom of his heart rather than from what convention required.

Embracing you carefully in fear he would mess up the work of art his wife and other girls created, he held you in his arms for a moment, as you retuned the hug, clutching at his suit with a little too force. From the corner of your eye, you noticed the bridesmaids clearing the room.

“It’s not like I’m leaving you, Bobo,” you hummed with a smile, throwing his own words from last night at him.

And you weren’t leaving him; your heart swelled with love for your brother, your father figure, your long-life friend.

With sniffle, he let go of you and looked you up and down, proud smile spreading on his lips.

“It’s okay. If you are, I have the best spy in the world for a wife, we’ll drag your ass back home.”

You just slapped his chest playfully and took a deep breath – it was time. Clint grasped your hand firmly then, elbows interlocking, and went to step out just a moment after the bridesmaids left to join the groomsmen.

Well-aware everyone was going to stare and that Steve awaited you at the end of the aisle to marry you, your legs were shaking minutely as the magnitude of the event finally dawned to you.

“Getting second thoughts now?” Clint teased you, eliciting a chuckle from you and shake of your head.

What a question.

“No. Just… please don’t let me fall,” you muttered to him, entirely serious and grateful for your choice of footwear – simple flats hidden by the long flowing skirt of your dress. Better chance of not spraining your ankle on your wedding day.

“Never.”

Clint squeezed your hand under his warm palm and you took a deep breath, stepping into the doorway. Soft melody welcomed you, your very own wedding march Bruce was playing on a mouth organ – something you had previously had no idea he was capable of.  

Looking up from your skirt, you feasted your eyes on the company and the beautiful scenery for only a regretfully short moment, grateful for Sam’s Redwing programmed to record and take photos.

Your gaze instinctively searched the small crowd instead, until it fell under the arch where three men stood.

One of them was Sam himself, having obtained a licence so he could be your wedding registrar; he looked positively dashing. So did Bucky, who patted his best friend dressed in his old-fashioned green captain uniform on the shoulder, his smirk visible even from tens feet away as he stepped back.

Naturally, your gaze lingered on Steve, your feet acting of their own accord and following your brother’s lead.

Gosh, your future husband was the most handsome and absolutely hottest specimen to ever walk the Earth. Hair combed neatly to one side and in his old army uniform, he truly looked like the gentleman from another era he was and yet, he undeniably belonged exactly where he was. His eyes were bright and blue just like the sky, lips slightly parting before curling up into a brilliant smile which somehow still carried the tenderness he treated you with when he felt particularly affectionate.

He must have uttered something under his breath, because Bucky pressed his lips together as if he was holding back laugh. The absolutely best best man, ladies and gentleman.

Your found yourself smiling just as widely, a stray tear tickling the corner of your eye and you had to fight the sudden urge to ditch Clint in order to gather your skirts and run the rest of the way just to jump into Steve’s arms.

But in reality, there was no rush – here, on the damn island Tony rented, there was so much time that one short walk meant nothing in comparison.

“Alright, maybe I’ll give you to him,” Clint whispered, making you bite the inside of your cheek so you would cackle.

Leave it to your brother he would find Steve Rogers so fine he’d be willing to give you out just to have him become a part of your family.

One corner of Steve’s lips twitched in amusement – supersoldier hearing didn’t miss the remark then. Good. Then Bucky heard it too and you had a witness just in case Clint would change his mind. Again.

Finally, with your heart almost in your throat, you reached the end of the aisle, Clint gently putting your hand into Steve’s… without letting go.

“You be nice to her, Cap. And I mean really nice, you hear? Or else-“

“Hush,” you hissed good-naturedly in your brother’s direction, winking at him before you returned your gaze to Steve. “Hey there, handsome.”

Steve chuckled under his breath when Clint stepped back. He returned the greeting with soft ‘hey there, beautiful’ and then proceeded to lift your joined hands, brushing your knuckles with his lips – just like the day you shared your first kiss.

Well now you truly found yourself on the verge of crying. And Lord, you wanted to kiss him so much-

Sam cleared his throat loudly, casting you both a meaningful look as if he could read your mind and wanted to remind you that there were a few things to go through before that could happen.

Ugh. Formalities. Just let me kiss him…

Steve licked his lips – the audacity! – and turned, lightly tugging at your hand so you both faced your friend who held a little leather book open, beckoning towards the guests: Bucky and Natasha, the best man and the best woman, Clint, Bruce, Tony, Vision, Wanda, Sharon, Pepper. Just your closest friends and family.

Sam cleared his throat again.

“Alright. We all know why we gathered here today. To get these two amazing people married, so they could officially become a special team within our team.”

You grinned, peripherally noticing Steve eyeing you as well. Team indeed.

“This is the part where I would ask all of you, bride and groom included, to speak up now if you’re aware of anything standing in the way of this wedlock or to remain silent forever. But frankly, if you have something to say, right now is the perfect time to keep it to yourself. Just let these lovebirds get married…”

Muffled laughter and giggles erupted from your group. Honestly, you wouldn’t say it better. You noticed Clint shifting and Natasha forcefully holding his hand down; you bit down on your lip so you wouldn’t laugh and sent her a grateful smile instead. The best maid of honour ever.

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear, folks. We have the rings, correct? Great. Just so you know, these two saps asked me to read one vow which they are making to each other, because they didn’t trust themselves to say theirs individually without bursting into tears. So now it’s left to me to cry instead. Thanks for that.”

Your cheeks were honestly starting to hurt from smiling so wide, but tears prickled in your eyes acutely just at the thought of the vow you agreed on. You spent countless hours thinking about what you wanted to say and realized that your vow would be too long and that you would in fact start crying and that you could never name all the things you loved Steve for. It had been a relief to find out that Steve shared the sentiment and the deal was made.

Natasha and Bucky dutifully laid the rings on the pillow Wanda’s powers held levitating by your and Steve’s side – not without Bucky finding a split second to compliment your appearance and earning a brief smirk from Steve.

“I know,” Steve uttered and you wondered if there was a dare going around as to who would make you burst out laughing first.

This was your wedding dammit. You could be at least a bit a lady and remain collected.

Hardly.

“With this ring,” Sam started, breathing in and out and you knew you already lost, first tear rolling down your cheek as you gazed into Steve’s inviting eyes, “I give myself to you without giving up myself. With this ring, I surrender to you for I have faith you understand the value of wielding such power and for I deem you worthy of it. With this ring, I promise to love you, to respect you and to support you to be your best self as I trust you to do the same for me, for us.”

You blinked away the waterfalls, reaching almost blindly for Steve’s ring and with fingers trembling – with giddiness, not nerves – you somehow succeeded at slipping it on his left ring finger.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice cracking even in such simple sentence and the watery smile Steve graced you with made your ribcage feel too small for your swelling heart.

Fingers equally clumsy, he slipped a ring on you as well, shoulders squaring as if in pride.

“I do,” he said firmly, the damp path down his left cheek only adding severity to his vow.

“You may-- uhm, okay, you may kiss the bride, your wife--- I mean, Mrs. Rogers. You may kiss the groom, your husband…” Sam mumbled under his breath until he didn’t, because Steve pulled you in for a kiss the same moment Sam said the first ‘may’ and incidentally, the same moment you practically threw yourself at Steve.

Laughter and whistles erupted from the group of your friends as Steve bend you back dramatically, the determined press of his lips to yours not at all disrupted by the change of angle, claiming your mouth in ways that made you shudder and stirred flames in your belly.

Years and years later, you’d recall that kiss and realized an amazing thing; how it felt just like your first kiss, your last one, and every single one in between.

With you still practically horizontal, Steve’s crinkling eyes met yours, delighted smile on his kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you, Mrs. Rogers,” he hummed, adding a cheeky grin. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“The horror,” you muttered back teasingly, pulling at his nape, demanding another kiss, your own declaration whispered to his mouth. “I love you too, Mr. Rogers.”

And you did. Gosh, you did.

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Well. This turned out SO DIFFERENTLY than I anticipated and SO MUCH LONGER. If you feel like leaving feedback, I’ll be grateful. If not, well. *shurgs*

Excuse me while I go and continue dreaming of ONE fictional man. Ugh. Anyway.

Thank you for reading!

And once again, thanks to WIYBUPT for hosting and for just being awesome in general :)

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[anxresi]

I could line my wall with all the posts Thomas has made about Chloe tonight. (around 50, by my count)

If you wanna read them, don’t bother.

I certainly won’t be sharing any of them

What would be the point?

Because basically, they amount to one thing...

Chloe is bad, and we’re bad people for liking her.

That’s it.

And for anyone thinking that he kids around a lot with his comments...

I’m pretty sure this is something he feels VERY strongly about.

Or he wouldn’t expand so much energy in constantly talking her down.

So no, I don’t think we’re going to get a Chloe redemption.

No, I don’t think she’ll be Queen Bee again. 

No, I can’t see any real change in her behavior.

She’ll just remain the same ol’ hatable Chloe, the ‘evil’ girl that young kids apparently ‘get’ that adults don’t understand...

Yep, apparently we’re ‘dumb’ for wanting her to improve and develop!

To provide a good example for bullies out there that they can be more than just abusers all their lives!

Children couldn’t possibly grasp the delicate subtleties of self-improvement as you grow up!

It’s all so clear now!

Stupid us!

Also, her merchandise doesn’t sell very well.

Another good case for her staying as a villain, I guess.

And she’s compared to a monster and a domestic abuser.

This damaged teenage girl.

Yeah, sounds about right.

And all those tender moments where she showed empathy and love were just ‘fake outs’ all along.

Makes total sense!

And anyone who wanted more from her is just ‘delusional’ and is ‘writing the show in their head’.

Exactly!

Except...

That’s not the way it seemed on screen at all.

When she hugged Miss Bustier

Or had a heart-to-heart with Ladybug

When she risked her life as Queen Bee

Showed genuine concern for Adrien

When she finally appreciated Jean-something

And shared moments of friendship with Sabrina

These did NOT come across as part of an elaborate plot twist

From a show which isn’t exactly known for its complex writing.

They seemed to form part of a ladder...

Which would inevitably climb to a true character shift.

Where this flawed teenage girl could take a long, hard look at her life.

And realize she didn’t HAVE to be like her awful mother.

Or as power-hungry as her father.

She could learn lessons from her favorite superhero Ladybug...

Become a better person...

And an even greater superhero.

She could still keep her sassy attitude.

Just be a bit kinder and selfless, that’s all.

But, nope.

EVERY bit of niceness we witnessed on screen...

None of it was real.

It was all influenced by ‘class’.

Even her childhood friendship with Adrien was nothing.

If he was as poor as the rest of his classmates, she would’ve bullied him too.

Straight from Thomas’s own mouth.

One of the best relationships in the show, gone just. Like. THAT.

He also said to ‘redeem’ her at this stage would be too ‘unconvincing’?

ORLY?

I hate to return to critical mode...

But the show ain’t exactly known for its consistent writing.

One minute Marinette is confident around Adrien...

Next she’s a nervous jumble of words.

It sets up two new ships for Mari and Adrien with great fanfare...

Only to ditch them both two eps later.

(Also, what the **** did they plan to do with Lila?!)

In other words, this isn’t a show that plays the long game

Whether this is to satisfy the networks’ demand to air the eps out of order idk.

The point is that trying to tell us that Chloe’s ‘arc’ was some grand scheme...

Where she’d have a few sympathetic moments only to emerge worst than ever afterwards....

I simply don’t believe it.

Either this is terrible, amateurish writing of the worst kind...

Or Thomas flexed his influence behind the scenes...

And put an abrupt end to Chloe’s development before it really got started.

It doesn’t really matter which reason I guess.

What DOES matter is this petty and spiteful man sees fit to bash her in around 70% of his online interactions right now.

He could just ignore the posts but nope, he goes right in there, full throttle. 

You can just tell how smart he is with his intimate psychological breakdowns of why Chloe is the way she is...

When we all know the actual reason... he just couldn’t be bothered.

Far better to create a whole new character, give her none of the depths that could make a developed Chloe such a pain to write...

And then 'reward’ her with the position of Queen Bee, for being super-sweet and as shallow as a puddle.

And oops, make her Chloe’s half-sister or whatever to further rub salt in Chloe stans’ wounds. 

Is the show even gonna tackle the angst that would arise from Mayor Andre discovering his beloved wife had an affair?

Or Chloe discovering her much-loved mother is in fact a cheat?

What about coping with the SHOCK revelation that she... GASP... has a long-lost sister?

Forget it. All that rich potential for human emotions sounds B O R I N G.

Don’t forget that if there’s a major event in this show that doesn’t include the words ‘Love Square’, the makers just don’t care.

Let’s cut straight to a giant golden Zoe (who now looks like a giant golden Chloe) trying to smoosh her now much smaller sister...

While Chloe pushes Marinette and her parents towards the beast to save herself. 

Because of course she does.

Never misses a trick to make Chloe look bad, does Thomas.

It’s a skill you can tell he’s very proud of.

Anyway, back to Zoe...

Despite my harsh words above, I harbor no ill-will towards you.

Your design is decent and you seem like a stand-up gal.

But I hate to say this...

You shouldn’t exist.

It was completely unnecessary from a storytelling POV to create a sibling for Chloe, and your mere presence will diminish the show.

I can say this with utmost confidence after looking at the situation from every conceivable angle...

Without even needing to watch your eps or know why you were created.

(Although, I have a pretty good idea)

Some people might say WELL GIVE HER A CHANCE!!!!

Hmm... no.

Everything the show needs to be successful with Chloe’s character...

It’s already right there.

She does not need a secret sibling

She does not require a sweeter counterpart

And she definitely DOESN’T need Thomas constantly bashing her to impressionable fans online like she’s the Antichrist personified!

Seriously dude, if you hate her so much why bother creating her?

And if you hate her so much... why spend so long talking about her?

Despite his repeated denials, I think something another user here said is very true...

She DOES live ‘rent free’ in his head.

It sickens him that, despite his best efforts, she still has so many fans.

Not to worry, Thomas.

From what I see, there are still plenty of sycophants who agree with everything you say (even if they actually don’t)

After all, it’s enough for some to get a reply from the ‘great man’ himself

Why jeopardize that by trying to engage with him in a meaningful debate?

Especially when we know how handsy he is with the ‘block’ button.

Anyway, this went on for about a thousand more words than I meant it to.

I guess me and Thomas have just ONE thing in common (Thank God)

This is a topic which we both feel VERY strongly about.

The differently is of course, I have far less power in the process, and preach to a much smaller audience.

Still, I won’t let that stop me ranting away like a loon.

Hey, if it’s good enough for him... ;)

#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #ml salt #ml rants #lila rossi

[asakamasanobu]

time to talk about ch32 even though i finished it like almost a week ago and just was too overwhelmed to actually sit down and talk about it bc when it comes to ritsu i want to put down my thoughts perfectly for myself since i’m going to be the one rereading the stuff i write and i want to be able to capture my most authentic feelings in the moment about him so everything has to be perfect and comprehensive and i can express my love for the ricchan in the best way possible ue ue ue and you know what this preface has gone on long enough girl i’m just going to get into it now but in bullet point essay form bc i want to cover all the ground Ever

- what is Up with nakamura and starting sekakoi’s recent chapters with straight up just sex bc i’m deceased ...... i keep getting fucking jumpscared right of the bat like pleasE i’m expecting cute therapeutic ricchan moments but instead mf is constantly horny which is like OKAY . FINE I GUESS YOU’RE MORE COGNISANT OF YOUR FEELINGS NOW EVEN IF IT’S SUBCONSCIOUS THAT’S A GOOD THING MAYBE but can you please put your dick away i would appreciate if you don’t whip it out on like the fifth page of a spanking new chapter (and your nipples too help me lord why were your nipples constantly out and about and looking so . )

- speaking of the subconscious i want to say that takano asking for consent and making sure ritsu wants to continue was something that made me feel really good for once like “oh ???? is this man finally learning ??????? to be a decent human being ???????? y’know what suddenly this surprise sex scene isn’t that bad” and then BOOM THIS SHIT JUST A DREAM LIKE GIRLWHEKFHEJE i’m ripping my hair out and going bald now ritsu you need to stop prophesising your future dick down sessions in your dreams like . you are a man of many talents including perpetually having stomach aches and being the only one who can make me smile when i am at my lowest and feeling nothing but numbness but i cannot deal with you having this prophetic superpower about what happens the next time you get FUCKED LIKE I’M IN TEARS

- but also i think it’s very moe of him to be flipping out so much and plagued with romantic thoughts about takano after unwittingly initiating a kiss in that special chapter (?????? idk what it’s called i’m assuming it’s some kind of special since it’s still intrinsically tied to the main plot) like you are so silly so so silly silly little baby who thinks so much and is so serious about everything that happens in your life

- oh also semi-related to the special but i did reread it to refresh when entering ch32 and is2g the fucking plot of him needing his aircon fixed was like just a Thing when i read it back then but after i reread it + ch32 which is also related to ritsu’s aircon problems, my mom told me that we were having aircon maintenance the next day and i was like ?3’&/)2)26 huh . huH .... it’s just so uncanny that the same shit happens to me like sorry this is barely related to ch32 plot but it was just something that happened that i can’t stop thinking about and wondering whether i’m making shit up and seeing things connecting my life to ritsu’s when these things don’t exist in the first place or like nakamura is plagiarising my existence bc this wouldn’t be the first time (i’m joking if anyone reads this for legal reasons this is a joke . the second explanation would be that god and the pie in the sky is just fucking with me)

- i like ritsu’s shirt when he came into the office after aircon got fixed it is very k-fashion

- OH ALSO THIS WAS THE PART WHERE I READ KISA CALLING HIM RICCHAN FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THE CHINESE TRANSLATION FOR RICCHAN MADE ME SCREAM FOR LIKE A GOOD MINUTE BC RICCHAN IS TRANSLATED TO “RITSU SAUCE” AND IT’S BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE THENNNN i also found out the same time that ‘sauce’ is a common translation for ‘chan’ bc it sounds similar in chinese but i love ritsu sauce it’s my new favourite thing and i’ll never let it go

- also assuming i read that right with my piss poor chinese what is this strange subplot about emerald going to be wfh like ???? art imitates life ????? takaritsu quarantine session chapter coming soon bet

- skim reading again as i type this post but ohhh my god insert crying emoji 50000 times i cannot get over ritsu getting so embarrassed over kissing takano to the point that he runs home right away to sleep in hell fire and also took half a day off work just so he doesn’t run into him i’ll probably talk about this again in another bullet point so i’ll shut up here i just think it’s unbearably cute and i’m kicking my fucking table out of sheer lov for ritsu

- oh god when i was reading this part with the new fujishiro-sensei (i think that’s her name) i was squaring tf up ready to get into smackdown mode like bitch you don’t 小看 my ricchan and load him with more insecurities without even giving him a chance like ohhhhh my god but i think takano’s words did help a lot with ritsu’s self-esteem ;___; and then seeing ritsu initiate conversation with her and speaking so genuinely as he always does about how much he enjoyed her manga and trying to sell himself by telling her how much he wanted to be her editor-in-charge it made me feel so soft and proud of him ....... also he looked sooooo handsome in the frames like he’s always depicted in three forms either a) anger b) kyawa or c) potato ball so seeing him so handsome and smooth at what he does was so ;w; my heart skipped a beat ..... the cn translator put a note there that was like “damb what a pity ritsu didn’t become a host” which made me LOL for a good minute too bc i was too busy looking at how handsome he was ....... and then suddenly noticed the note and was like AWFHDHDKDJS SO TRUE SIS!

- i also was slightly confused over why she was so pushy about takano i was like ???? girl i know you worried over your manga and you want the illustrious chief editor but c’mon issit also bc you have the hots the takano bc what is with that dramatically ambiguous ending to the scene where she has something to discuss with ritsu but then from ritsu’s phone call i’m assuming ????? it’s just that she’s been drawing the storyboard many many times so i’m slightly (actually very LOL) confused on where this subplot is going but i do think giving ritsu a new challenge in the form of a new mangaka is something really interesting !!!!! and seeing him at work and giving confidence to others despite his own self-esteem being at rock bottom is really nice and i do hope whatever happens with this will give him even more good development thank you

- OKAY HERE IT IS MY TIME TO SHINE AGAIN TALKING ABOUT RICCHAN BEING OVERLY SHY AND EMBARRASSED AND SENSITIVE ABOUT KISSING TAKANO AAAAEGWHWJFHEJE not him avoiding the kiss and being so self-conscious about it like ohhhh my god u r so unbelievably cute i can’t take it ...... it makes me feel so gyaaawrhfhfjr just thinking about how wack he feels about this and meanwhile takano is like ? why i suddenly am not allowed to kiss you ? hello ? LIKE UGSHJWHDJS (but then again ..... is he really in a state of confusion bc the)

- oh ritsu your nipple is back out again

- UUUUUU RITSU COVERING HIS MOUTH .... RERRRS HES SO CUTE WHEN HES SO SELF-CONSCIOUS AND STUBBORN ABOUT IT I ADORE MY SILLY LITTLE COURT JESTER

- I KNOW I WAS JUST TYPING IN CAPS AND I SHOULDNT BE TYPING THROUGHOUT UTRBSKSVAJ BUT THIS IS THE SCENE THAT EMOTIONALLY WRECKED ME .... THIS IS IT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY I SHOULD PROBABLY CREATE A WHOLE NEW POST ABOUT IT BUT IDGAF IMAKABEKSB GI IM GO HAM

- “your eyelashes are longer than mine” I FUCKING LOST IT LIKE I JUST SHUT DOWN MY DEVICE AND COULDNT CONTINUE READING EVEN THO THERE WERE ONLY THREE PAGES LEFT AFTER THIS ONE LIKE THE IMPLICATIONS JUST MADE ME GO INSANE SO . so takano was awake in the special when ritsu was touching his eyelashes and then kissed him ...... or at least even if he wasn’t fully awake (bc if he was like mf would’ve jumped at the chance c’mon) he was conscious enough to feel ritsu and it makes me so wwwffhjdhdhsks bc the whole reason ritsu was so self-conscious and didn’t want to kiss takano (despite actually wanting to kiss takano) was bc of him initiating the kiss on a sleeping takano and he doesn’t want takano to realise that it happened but MOTHERFUCK ....... HE KNEW ALL ALONG I CANT DO THIS GOD IM COMING UP IM HALF BOILING WITH EMBARRASSMENT FOR MY POOR RITSU WHO IS STILL GRAPPLING WITH HIS MOMENT OF WEAKNESS BUT ALSO HALF STUPIDLY HAPPY THAT YOU KNOW WHAT TAKANO IS AWARE OF THAT MOMENT OF WEAKNESS ...... it is such a good troupey thing ngl i can breathe easy now but i was truly overwhelmed at that point

- but also even tho i just reread the special i went back to reread it AGAIN after i finished ch32 and my initial thought was that he overheard ritsu talking about how long his eyelashes were (aka why he said the same line back just that ritsu’s eyelashes were supposedly longer) but ?!?!? that wasn’t a speech bubble that was a thought bubble aka he couldn’t have overheard ritsu bc he didn’t verbalise his thoughts ????? which helped me stop being so overwhelmed bc i think it’s 9273939x more embarrassing if takano actually OVERHEARD ritsu talking to himself but the way he phrased it definitely implies that he knew ritsu was thinking about his eyelashes and that means ...... he definitely knew ritsu kissed him while he was asleep ........ and then had a meltdown next to him ............. aaaahwghdsjsj i feel like a wet rag ;____;

- okay back to my final ch32 talk ritsu waking up and thinking some more about takano’s eyelashes i can’t do this god i’m not strong enough ....... and then his stalker instincts kicking in and wanting to take a pic like move aside santa claus, oda ritsu is back in town! but also the fact that takano wakes up then really solidified the fact that man is a light sleeper so he was Definitely somewhat awak when ritsu kissed him but probably too zonked out to do anything about it so ........ So : - D

i think that pretty much concludes my thoughts on ch32 and when i was reading it i didn’t have as much of a kick as i usually do but then again it’s probably bc it acts as a filler chapter more than anything we’re just introduced to a bunch of different subplots and nothing is Actually happening ..... but at the same time nakamura injects a lot of ritsu’s development into key scenes and since my ass likes it the most when i see ritsu at work i’m just really looking forward to how shit plays out with fujishiro and then also with his confession and in general seeing him healthy and happy and successful and kicking ass i love him Very much u___u

#girl this is more than an hour of typing and refreshing on chapters but also taking occasional gaming breaks jfc #i don’t think i have much to go off in the tags since i have wrung all the words out of my heart now but like #im aware ch33 is out and ch34 is coming out soon but ..... my ass not resourceful enough to find raws so i guess i can get fucked! #i don’t really mind that much tbh like as long as i know he’s doing okay it’s all that matters to me .... ch32 was sitting around for a bit #before i actually had the time to get into it so i’ll wait until my chinese site gets ch33 up #and then i’ll have another cumulative 3 hour session reading and reflecting on the ricchan!

[thebadchoicemachine]

SBI HadesTown AU That Lives In My head Rent Free

(in fact I probably pay it to live there)

Links at the end under the cut.

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Starring:

• Dream, George, and Sapnap as The Fates  • Philza as Hermes • Wilbur as Persephone  • Technoblade as Hades • Tommy as Eurydice

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• Tubbo as Orpheus

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Changes to the story - 

Instead of spouses, Wilbur and Techno are estranged brothers.

Instead of lovers, Tommy and Tubbo are best friends.

The focus is still on restoring balance to the world but through familiar and platonic love instead of romantic. Also, the reason the world is so bad is a more social crisis (some people work too much while others can’t work at all) instead of a natural one (the seasons being wack.) 

It takes place during a seething summer drought rather than a frozen cropless winter but its still the same tune of spring/fall disappearing because the the world being out of tune. 

Character Changes -

+ Philza is an old god. He’s not weaker nor stronger than Wilbur/Techno, just fills up a very different role. He’s god of history, of legends, of simple stories and narration. He’s very human compared to most gods, some theorize perhaps he straight up IS human in some way shape or form. He lives a human life to meet people and collect their lives and stories and appreciate them. He can’t really interfere as more than a mortal man but still just tries to give as many happy endings as he can.

+ Tommy’s a scrappy lost child. His problem is similar to Eurydice but a little inverted. Rather than learning to trust people he needs to learn to value them. He’s no issue with interacting with people and enjoying their help/company but he’s a tendency to use them. He doesn’t believe they’ll stick around so he doesn’t bother caring about them.

+ Tubbo is also an abandoned child. Unlike Tommy he grew up in one spot, although still homeless. Philza found him camping in a crate box behind his station and gave him a job and a bed. He’s pretty much exactly like Orpheus, optimistic, sees the world for what it could be instead of what it is, but maybe spends a little too much time looking forward and not around.

+ Technoblade is basically the god of work and motivation. His problem is generally the same as Hades’ in that he misses his family and is too busy working and building security for what he wants to get what he wants. He misses his brother so much he’s hardend himself to the reasons they’re apart so much in the first place.

+ Wilbur is basically the god of play and rest. In this AU, instead of Hades, Persephone’s role is the biggest reason the world is out of wack. His problem is that he doesn’t face his problems. As the god of such frivolous things as music, games, rest, etc. he is (feels) weak and useless. He’s jealous of Techno and how needed he is so Wilbur retreats away to somewhere he feels needed and wanted, entertaining miserable people. He’s stayed away for longer and longer amounts of time, not realizing his distracting them from their troubles (inadvertently preventing them from fixing them) is a reason they’re so miserable in the first place. All he can do is have a good time so he’s begun forcing it every second of every day and ignoring his brother in the meantime. He needs to learn that he CAN do good, people NEED breaks and fun, but recklessly enforcing it only enforces what he fears, that he’s a liability. 

So, the main problem is a cycle the brothers have spiraled into:

Techno does obviously important things (stirring progress and improvement) and Wilbur feels bad, unimportant, and like a burden.

Wilbur leaves Techno to go distract himself/play with the humans.

Wilbur becomes useless and detrimental without Technoblade there to balance him out.

Techno works even harder, becoming empty and cold without Wilbur there to balance him out, trying to get enough work done so Wilbur won’t have to worry and will come back.

Wilbur sees Techno working so hard and shies away even more so as not to disturb his brother’s important work.

Technoblade has to basically force Wilbur to stay with him now, making it more work.

Wilbur sees Technoblade as both too important for him and now generally unappealing as unnecessary effort. Besides, he’d probably just get in the way.

Technoblade now sees Wilbur as just another part of his endless job. Keep people working, keep things improving, keep the numbers going up, try to keep Wilbur here. Its become work for the sake of work instead of work to the sake of rest.

So even when they’re together neither is relaxed enough to balance the other, both are distant.

Wilbur’s become too carefree, he ignores Technoblade and drops anything that seems challenging, including reconciliation and self-examination. He’s still just playing, even when with Technoblade.

Technoblade’s become too obsessed, focusing more on how to get and keep his brother with him than on being with his brother. The work has become meaningless without the end goal that Wilbur provides. A self sustaining cycle of labor for more labor’s sake.

Now the humans are suffering because they find themselves trapped in an unbalanced cycle of being either incapable of work or incapable of play.

Thematic notes:

- The dancers in the station during the first half are Skeppy, Antfrost, Bad, Eret, and Puffy. 

- The workers (the dancers in the second half) consist of Niki, Fundy, Quackity, Ranboo, and Awsam.

- Tommy is implied to vaguely know/be brotherly to Techno and Wilbur, this is partially how Techno convinces him to leave and go work for him. 

- Likewise, Philza has a few lines about feeling sorry about how Techno and WIlbur have ended up (implying he took some part in raising them) and already knows Tommy when he enters (implying he’s been a dad to helped Tommy out before.

- Technoblade is less malicious than Hades, more just cold and apathetic. In a way, he thinks he’s helping by pulling Tommy away from Tubbo. He, like Wilbur, believes that work is good so more work must be better, even if you’ve nothing to really work towards. At the end he listens to the fates because needs to figure out how to let Tommy go without undoing either all of Wilbur’s power or all of his. 

- Tubbo’s song has a bigger impact on fauna than floral, specifically insects. His first song brings out bees, butterflies, and moths that Tommy goes all star eyed for because pretty bugs but more importantly, living things that don’t want to hurt him!

- Instead of a flower Tommy gets a big beautiful orange moth (named Clementine) that hides in the back of his coat neck whenever Technoblade is near. He remembers in ‘Flowers’ when he goes to wipe some sweat from his neck but its Clementine and she flies around him while he sings. (I thought that’d be much prettier than him just holding her like Eurydice holds the flower.) 

- During ‘Living it Up On Top’ Wilbur dances specifically with Philza (who greets him very much like a father might greet a son who’s been away for a long time) and Tommy (who he teases and ruffles his hair a lot).

- Wilbur does drugs instead of alcohol. He... he makes a lot of drugs so I thought this would be an appropriate swap. Also it’s really funny to me that he sings Our Lady Of The Underground (or, Brother To The Underground) just completely stoned; handing out weed and shit to the workers.

- Instead of a mine Hadestown (Technotown? Technoville?) is a farm in a giant glass case built way up high. Instead of going through the dark that challenge is Tubbo has to climb up its side to avoid the train. Its an unnatural and unwelcoming greenhouse. Everything grows in lines but they’re mismatched and overrun with thorny weeds. Everything is grey and tough and flavorless. There’s so much dust and dirt being kicked up it’s hard to breathe and see. The workers are using various gardening tools during the beats instead of swinging a pickaxe. Half will sharpen while the other half swings (tilling the ground/cutting weeds), it makes a real nice schwing/thunk mix sound. 

- During ‘Word To The Wise’ George sings (“if you tell them no you’re a heartless man”) Sapnap sings (“if you let ‘em go you’re a spineless king”) and Dream sings (”here’s a little tip”) and (“men are fools, men are frail”)

- Tubbo still looks back during ‘Doubt Comes In’ because he's scared of Techno and feels bad about himself (“Who am I? Who am I to think that he would follow me into the blazing heat again”). Techno, Wilbur, and Philza try their best to take care of them but it’s still a tragic ending. 

- Tommy and Tubbo may or may not become (very sad and minor) gods. Unofficially and not in the story, but still... maybe. If they WERE, hypothetically,  they’d be a very tragic pair. Tubbo would help mend relationships and guid people towards good advice while Tommy would help catch/ignore/cut out bad ones. Always working together, never together. 

Lyrical Changes 

> Pronouns are changed, obviously.

> Techno and Wilbur sing “brother” instead of “lover.”

> During ‘The Wedding Song’ (The Friendship Song, I do not care if it’s childish, Wedding is replaced with Friendship) They sing each other’s names instead of “lover.” (Tubbo, tell me if you can...////Tommy, when I sing my song...)

> Anytime they’re complaining about the cold winter replace it with a hot summer

> Tommy’s lines are much sharper. He never loses his edge with Tubbo. Instead of him remembering him and going “my best friend, Tubbo” he remembers and says something more along the lines of “that fucking idiot, Tubbo” but he’s say it with a quivering smile and bittersweet tears in his eyes. Harsh in words not in tone. 

> Wilbur still pours a glass for a toast during ‘Living It Up On Top’ but the rest of the time he’s smoking something instead of drinking. (Who gives breaks when the work is hard?//That's right, Wilbur Soot!//Who makes the music? Who’s your bard?//(Wilbur Soot!)//Thank you//Who makes a rough life fun again, in spite of a pig//(You do!)//Who’s the most awaited gig? Eh? Wilbur Soot, that’s who!)

> When Wilbur shows up during ‘Chant’ he complains about how cold and dark it is. (Colder than a tundra) Techno explains it away as having set up shades/coolers to counter the glare from the sun through greenhouse glass and how he did it to protect/comfort Wilbur. (Brother when you feel that chill, it’s my protection from the kill, its my protection that i’ve built for you.)

> In the Chant Reprise the workers are singing about why they’re working if they can never enjoy the security and safety they keep making. Technoblade, instead of telling him to buy Tommy’s love, tells him to make himself needed. He, instead of warning Tubbo about Tommy leaving, scolds Tubbo for being too light and fluffy and spinelessly letting Tommy go. He scolds him for trying to take Tommy away, back into uselessness and empty fluff, when he’s found a good purpose because clearly Tubbo wasn’t point enough. 

> Philza’s still the narrator, but diegetically his lyrics show more clearly that he knows everyone in the story already. I really like the idea of him giving Tubbo advice on making friends that gets shown in ‘Come Home With Me’

> When Tubbo sings about Techno, instead of singing about minework, he’ll sing things like ((from the second stanza of Epic II) “Technoblade, king//of power and pain//of a hard days work//that never ends//and for half of the year when Wilbur’s away//the strain and the stress just won’t give way//he thinks of his brother, light and carefree//and is taken in a rage of obligation and need//to ensure wants are met and safe//so there will be time for play//so his bother//his brother comes home) 

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This post all started because I was thinking of Tubbo singing the “La lala laaa” that was originally Wilbur’s song. 

Also, I realize this entire AU is just one big punch in the gut to Philza, like, “HEY, ALL YOUR SONS ARE SCREWED UP, NOW SING ABOUT IT.”

#drugs tw #ask to tag #sleepy bois inc #sbi AU #sleepy bois inc AU #Philza #technoblade #Wilbur soot #tommy innit #tubbo_ #sbi + tubbo #sbi hadestown au

[glittercatmomma]

What is happening right now in America is disturbing and unnerving and I’m going to rant about it.

I’m a white woman. I have been discriminated against for many reasons but here is the thing. RACE IS NOT ONE OF THEM. That’s why the #BLM movement is so big. There are literally millions of people being discriminated against every day but no race, gender, sexuality, or religion has been mass discriminated against for this long and this badly by everyone, especially white people. African Americans are basically being borderline hunted by police and cops are never held accountable. Enough is enough.

George Floyd should not have died. He could have bombed the entire state Minnesota and the cops still should have been able to peacefully arrest him without issues considering there were 4 cops and only 1 George Floyd. He was already in his stomach and cuffed. What the hell is he going to do? Wiggle worm his way away from the cops if they look away for a split second? FUCK NO HE WOULDNT. And he was only accused of using a false check. That is not a crime that would even be close to warrant the death penalty, life, or even a large prison sentence. Crimes like that are given short sentences or just probation but here’s the kicker. THE CHECK WASNT EVEN BAD.

-no one could attempt to help him because they’d also be shot or killed or arrested for “obstruction of justice” or some bullshit crime like that because there were three other cops who weren’t actively standing on his neck that could have taken down people attempting to help.

-this is also why cops should always wear body cams. That won’t solve all problems but it’s a start and that’s something for this corrupt ass country.

-this mans death better create change. He better not have died for nothing. No one who has been murdered at the hands of cops better have died for nothing. They all deserve justice and they all deserve good lives for their families who have not been killed. They better not have died in vain. Their living family and friends deserve a life where they are not afraid to be alive and get killed for the color of their akin.

-I don’t know who said it if it was the mayor or chief of police but some dumbass white supremacist said “i saw nothing wrong with the video. if he can talk he can breathe”. NOPE THATS NOT VALID. I can guarantee with his dying breath he said that and it was the hardest three words that man ever said. So no stupid old racist white man, he couldn’t breathe. He literally fucking died.

-90% (or some other ridiculously high number) of incarcerated individuals are African American. If they’re not killed, they’re imprisoned. I’m going to law school specifically to fight situations such as these. I’m so sick of seeing black individuals imprisoned for shit that a white person walks free for. It’s utter bullshit. This justice system is bullshit.

We’re in the middle of a pandemic that is getting worse every day because our TV show host president values the economy over peoples lives.

-other countries solved their crashing economy with mortgage and rent freezes and consistent stimulus checks. (Most Americans (including myself) did not receive a check. I’m a 23 year old law student who pays for everything myself. Government didn’t see my need for my rent. Luckily my college was kind enough to refund students some money since our classes went online mid-semester when they did not have to pay us back at all.) The economy would still not be perfect but less people would die and I think that’s more important.

-other countries also have FREE HEALTHCARE so they can receive mass testing which lowers the spread of the virus even more because everyone knows who is positive or not!!!!! WILD HOW FUCKING SCIENCE WORKS. TOO BAD TRUMP DISMANTLED THE ENTIRE PANDEMIC RESPONSE TEAM IN ORDER TO HELP OUR COUNTRY LIVE. Other counties’ citizens also won’t go into debt for receiving treatment for Covid.

The #BLM movement is full swing and cops are literally using a chemical weapon that cannot be used in war.

-tear gas can legally be used to defuse RIOTS. Tear gas was used before there was even riots and there was only peaceful protests. People began rioting when Target (a corporation that the owners are literal billionaires) wouldn’t allow people that were tear gassed to get milk from the store. We have a right to protest in America. I personally don’t agree with tear gas being used at all because if we cannot use it in war time to defend a whole country, cops should not have access to it.

-tear gas??? In the middle of a pandemic??? That causes RESPIRATORY ISSUES? ARE YOU DEMENTED? WHO THE HELL APPROVED THAT? I DONT CARE IF IT GETS PEOPLE TO DISPURSE. IT MAY ALSO KILL THEM.

-if cops can arrest mass murders without even a scratch on their demented little heads, they can peacefully arrest a single black person without fucking killing them.

-If you’re a cop and you’re scared that any black individual is a threat, you’re in the wrong profession. Also, you’re racist.

-rioting occurs when peaceful protests are no longer enough. Rioting is how things got done in America. This is the last stitch effort before a full blown civil war.

-also, you cannot tell a whole ass race how to feel when a person of their race was killed at the hands of the police, who are supposed to keep us safe. They deserve to act in whatever way they feel. They are scared and threatened and they shouldn’t be. It’s 2020. How can we be this far in the future and still be racist. Its time to fucking evolve.

Trump pulled America out of the WHO. WHO is literally making vaccines and trying to make them available to as many people as possible and help begin mass testing but according to Trump, if they have any affiliation at all with China we can’t be involved with it.

-Chinese people did not cause this virus. I don’t give a flying fuck if someone fucked a duck in China and that’s what caused the virus to start spreading around the world. It’s not China’s or any Asian persons fault for this virus. Not all of China hudled together and was like hey let’s kill millions of people with this virus hehehe. NO. THATS NOT POSSIBLE. STOP BEING FUCKING RACIST.

These issues happening in the country right now no longer have anything to do with political and everything to do with morality. If you do not believe health care is a right and it’s a privilege, your morals are questionable. If you don’t believe all individuals of any race deserve equal rights and should be treated with respect and dignity, your morals are questionable. If you believe George Floyd should not have died, but also believe rioting went too far, your morals are questionable. If you support Trump, your morals are questionable.

Nothing I say or do will ever be enough to express how upset I am and how much I am hurting for the black community. I’m sorry this is the America we live in. I hope to help change it one day and when I get my law degree I will be fighting every day along side you. I hear you. I see you. I understand you. I stand with you.

#blacklivesmatter #BLM #politics #rant #politicalrant #anti trump #dump trump #covid 19 #blacklivesalwaysmatter #fuck trump #protests #george floyd #justiceforgeorgefloyd #justiceforblackpeople #wehearyou

[masterthespianduchovny]

Early on, Severus learned that life wasn’t fair.

He knew that he either had to accept it or drown in things he couldn’t control. Life was hard and unforgiving, but he was a stubborn kid. He refused to accept his circumstances at home and refused to back down at Hogwarts.

Nothing was handed to him in life. Severus had to work for everything, which was fine by him. No one could ever say he wasn’t deserving of anything he earned.

He arrived in Norway with not enough money for food and board. Slept under a bridge until he got his first paycheck, and then rented the poorest, dingiest accommodations he could find with his first paycheck.

He grew up in poverty. What he lived in now was better than where he came from.

But it wasn’t easy.

Living on the streets and looking for a job.

Without an address, many didn’t want to employ him. However, he was determined. He didn’t leave his home and Hogwarts behind to die on the streets in a foreign land.

Severus applied for every apprentice position he could find. Every single one turned him down. Refusing for that to dissuade him working, he offered to do maintenance work. Clean the shop, put away items, and whatever miscellaneous work needed to be done.

He was hired on the spot.

Admittedly, Severus was severely underpaid, but it didn’t deter him. This was only temporary. He’d find something better.

Within a few months, something better found him.

He’d heard a group students arguing about the ingredients of a potions brew. One of the students lack confidence in their answer and the other had 100% belief that they were right. The group went with the confident person, which infuriated Severus.

“Idiots,” he spat. “If you’re the best Durmstrang has to offer, no wonder many parents are sending their kids to Hogwarts. Don’t worry about failing potions, you’ll be dead before the professor can even assess it. He may be a spineless fool,” Severus nodded to the kid who initially disagreed with the overly confident teen. “But at least his brew won’t kill the lot of you...unfortunately.”

Storming out of the deli, Snape prepared for a duel as he discreetly got his wind. Sourly, he chastised himself. This was the first day in weeks he treated himself out to eat because he had to penny-pinch to make ends meet. If the original brew wouldn’t have resulted in death, he would’ve kept his mouth closed. Now he had to fight a group of boys, which gave him a flashback of his time at Hogwarts.

As predicted, the boys attempted to attack him. As Severus prepared to defend himself, someone intervened.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” The man looked at the six of them.

“Nothing,” the man repeated. “Well, the six of you will be doing nothing or SOMETHING in detention with me for the next month.”

Severus pocketed his wand. “I don’t go to Durmstrang,” he said. “I won’t be doing shit with you.”

Assessing him, the man raised an eyebrow, and then glanced at the guy he’d been walking with. “You’re not a student and you’re not a local, there’s no accent. What are you doing here?”

Inwardly, Severus sighed.

When the school term started, he realized he was in the vicinity of where durmstrang was located. Although he didn’t know where the school was nor did he attempt to look, it was quite obvious. The shops that primarily existed for students, the crowding every weekend, the adults who appeared to be monitoring kids.

Naturally, since no one knew where Durmstrang was if they weren’t a student, teacher, or anyone directly affiliated with the school, those who were were suspicious.

“Looking for an apprentice position. I didn’t finish my seventh year, so no Master was interested in taking me on,” he groused.

“Ha,” one boy exclaimed. “You couldn’t even pass your seventh year and you’re calling us idiots?”

Fuming, Severus said, “I did not fail my seventh year, I left. Besides, there was nothing left to teach me that I hadn’t already taught myself. Your potion brew solution is pathetic and if you want to die as a result of incompetence, perhaps they’ll include you in lesson books as to what not to do.”

The other man spoke, “How was their brew pathetic?”

Severus noted the time. “Ask them yourself, they’d love to dazzle you with their stupidity.”

The man scoffed. “Just like I suspected. A bloke full of himself who has nothing to show for it. No wonder none of the masters wanted you as their apprentice.”

Scathingly, Severus explained how and why the potion brew was incompetence at its finest. That him brewing with dirty utensils would be a safer option than whatever this group of boys could do in perfect conditions. Severus cited his Hogwarts issued potions book, which he pointed out was outdated, and said that he’d trusted that over what he heard the boys discuss (and he’d stopped using the books as a source to brew from after his fourth year).

Smiling, the man said, “My name is Rodolphous Sweeney. I own the potions shop two blocks over. I’d like to talk to you more about your potions knowledge.”

“I need to get back to work.” Severus began to walk off.

“How about this?” The man spoke loudly. “If you come back to the shop with me and make three potions without any assistance or mistakes, you can be my apprentice. If you’re successful, you can start today.”

Severus stopped. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re right,” he said. “Their potions brew was pathetic. And a wizard that can thoroughly discuss the finer points of potion making based off of a passing discussion is someone I want as an apprentice.”

Severus followed him to the shop.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Severus Snape.”

Without breaking a sweat, Severus completed each potion with time to spare. In amazement, Rodolphous assessed each potion.

“They’re...perfect,” he complimented. “You’ve completed these in less time than any published books states.”

“I told you, the books are outdated,” Snape said.

“Or they haven’t been updated because there wasn’t anyone brilliant enough to modify any of these instructions to merit an update.”

Blankly, Severus stared at him. “It was obvious.”

“No. It wasn’t.” Rodolphous put the potion down. “What’s obvious to you isn’t apparent to most. You have a brilliant mind, Severus. With that being said, you do have a lot to learn. School only sets the foundation of what it takes to fine tune our knowledge and skill.”

Severus’ black eyes followed Rodolphous as he walked.

“We can learn from each other,” he continued.

As promised, Severus was immediately hired. Rodolphous explained the ins and outs of his business and what he expected from him. It all sounded reasonable to Severus as he shook hands with the potions Master.

In no time, he was Rodolphous’ top apprentice. Frequently collaborating on projects with him and trying experiments.

Severus lived in his dingy quarters for a year until moving into a modest apartment. Bought actual food, still cheap, books, and saved the rest. Unlike with his former employer, he was being underpaid. His time and skill was valued as he learned more about potions and how other disciples connected to it.

He felt like he belonged...somewhat.

When his mother became sick, Rodolphous gave him time to tend to her and promised he’d have a job to come back to when he took care of his personal business.

As he took care of his mother, his father was died. Tobias Snape was violently mugged and choked on his own vomit in an alleyway. His mother died little under three months later.

Complicated feelings swirled within Snape. His tormentor was finally dead. Although his father never put his hands on him, Severus still carried emotional scars. The baggage that continued to weigh him down even though his father was dead.

A weight was not lifted. He didn’t feel better or free.

He just was.

His mother was different and more complicated. He loved and resented her in equal measures. She could’ve left. Why didn’t she leave?

Why didn’t she get them out of there?

He held her hand as she laid dying in her bed. He hurt and wanted to forgive her. His anger pent up ready to boil over.

His heart breaking as her heart failed her.

What was the use in being angry?

At her at least?

Instead, they reminisced over the few happy memories they had. Severus got read his mother books and watched her favorite shows with her.

She died before the episode was over.

Another funeral in less than three months.

Severus was emotionally exhausted in a way he couldn’t deal with. In a way he didn’t want to deal with.

As he did years before, severus kept very little personal items. He sold what he could and threw away the rest. With the money he made from his sells, Severus fixed up the house and contacted a realtor about selling.

Keeping this house meant holding on to memories. Unpleasant memories.

Months later, he came back to Spinner’s end to finalize the deal.

He ran into Lily Evans—Lily Potter.

“Hi, excuse me,” she said.

For a moment, Severus was taken aback. Still beautiful. She always had kind eyes.

Ever since he left hogwarts, whenever he was at Spinner’s end, he used poly juice potion of Rodolphous. He didn’t want to risk anyone (Lily, really) recognizing him.

“Yes,” Severus said.

“Are you the new homeowner?” Severus looked at the sold sticker slapped on the for sale sign.

“No. Afraid not,” Severus said, carefully.

“Do you know what happened to the Snape family,” Lily asked. “I haven’t been around these last few years. I went away and...” she shook her head. “So, I haven’t been up on what’s been happening.”

Severus saw the wedding band on her hand. She couldn’t have married Potter, could she? And so soon?

“Unfortunately,” Severus began. “Tobias and Eileen Snape have passed away.”

Lily clutched her chest. “Oh my God, really?” Severus nodded. “Poor Severus. How is their son holding up?”

“No one has heard from him,” he said. “Apparently he disappeared a few years ago. Without a living family member to claim the house and no one paying the mortgage, the bank seized and sold the house.”

“That’s horrible,” she murmured to herself, tears welling in her ears. Lily wrapped her arms tightly around herself. “Their son and I used to be friends. We ended on a bad note before he disappeared out seventh year. I sometimes wonder where he is. If he’s safe. If he has anyone.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want anyone to wonder after him,” Severus said.

Lily furrowed her brows. “Everyone wants someone to wonder after them. Everyone. I knew Severus was having a hard time at school, but —“

“Lily, my dear, we have to go,” James said as he walked up to them with a baby boy in his arms. “You said it’ll only take a moment.”

Lily wiped her eyes. “Severus’ parents are dead and no one still has heard anything from him.”

Shocked, James looked at lily. “Snape’s a smart guy, he probably—“

“I have to go,” Severus said, walking away before they could speak.

When he returned back to Norway, Severus was quite and kept to himself when work was over. Seeing lily again was a surprise, but he still was grappling with the death of his parents. Why didn’t he feel any different? Well, better? His violent father was dead. Instead, he felt worse and aimless.

As Severus inhaled his cigarette, his co-apprentice Chorus joined him in the alley. Stealing the cigarette from his mouth, she inhaled.

“I was smoking that,” he grumbled.

“I know,” she said. Once again, she puffed, and then handed him the cigarette. “We’re having drinks tonight, join us.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“I wasn’t asking.” A smile played on her lips. Chorus looked at Severus sympathetically. “I know you’re having a tough time. I get it.” Chorus was very open about the unexpected and tragic loss of her parents. “But you won’t feel better isolating yourself from everyone. Have one drink. If you aren’t having fun by the time you finish it, you can go home. My orders.”

If Severus could smile, he would.

Three beers in, he managed to laugh. Privately, each apprentice spoke to him and expressed remorse for his loss. They appeared to be genuine and offered to help if he needed anything.

Throughout his entire ordeal, they consistently reached out to him while he took care of his mother. Looked in on his apartment. Didn’t touch his station.

Didn’t laugh at him.

Calling it at night, Severus said, “I’m heading out.”

“Can you walk me home?” Chorus walked beside him.

“Uh...sure.”

They chatted on their way to his apartment. Chorus wasn’t just easy to talk to, she had an interesting mind.

“For a world filled with possibilities, wizarding society has such a limited viewpoint,” she said. “Dark magic. It’s a fascinating field of study, but people think that just because you find it appealing it means you’re evil. Or the bullshit categorization what is it isn’t evil.”

Severus arched an brow. “Such as?”

“I understand that there’s levels to this shit,” she began. “However, shouldn’t there be more strict guidelines other than ‘you have to mean it?’ That’s a pretty low bar. Why can’t there be ‘grey magic?’ On a purely academic level, dark magic is interesting as hell. It’s a rich subject because of how intense, unpredictable, and powerful dark magic can be. Who wouldn’t want to study that?”

They moved on to lighter topics.

When they arrived to the front of Chorus’ apartment building, she said, “You should come up.”

Baffled, Severus said, “why?”

Laughing out loud, chorus covered her mouth. “I told them you were bad at this.”

Humiliated, Severus began to walk away when chorus grab his jacket and brought her mouth to his.

She waggled her eyebrows. “You should come up,” she repeated.

“I, um—I,” he stammered.

Chorus kissed his again. “It’s okay,” she promised. “Just follow my lead.”

Slowly, she led Severus upstairs and into her bedroom.

Chorus took her time and was patient with Severus to which he was appreciative of.

#a creation of my own making #pro snape #snapedom

[choicemillionaire]

Curiosity tag !! <3

I was tagged by @bowieisworried. Apologies that it’s taken me so long to finish this.

which artists make you instantly smile when you hear their laughs?

Probably Seokjin. His laugh is just so good. Never fails to make me smile.

what’s a song you’d like to recommend to the person who tagged you?

That’s difficult considering you know a good few of my faves xD. These are probably not your thing but I think Red Moon by Kim Wooseok, My Youth by Jinyoung or Abyss by Jin might be some you haven’t heard. Red Moon might be your thing though.

which artist/s have your favourite voices?

This is a hard one but I think Taka - ONE OK ROCK, Ken from VIXX, Yonghoon from ONEWE, Hui from Pentagon and more recently Eunkwang from BTOB. I know the first one isn’t kpop but his vocals are by far my favourite of all so I had to include him.

what are some sets from the wonderful ccs here that you find yourself thinking about often?

I don’t really have any to be honest. Don’t get me wrong there’s some stunning sets out there and loads that I love and the cc’s are very talented but none really pop into my mind right now. Apologies.

if you could steal (affectionately akcnjd) an idol’s pet, who’s would it be and why?

He sadly doesn’t have them anymore but Jin’s sugar gliders. They were so adorable. I loved them. But also Yugyeom’s dog Dalkyum is so cute too.

which artists that share your star sign do you like?

My Sagittarian biases: Seokjin - BTS, Kanghyun - ONEWE, Minhyuk - BTOB, Eunkwang - BTOB, Young K - Day6, Soobin - TXT, Kang Daniel, Chan - VICTON to name a few

do you have any favourite photoshoots that your ults have done?

Hakyeon’s The Big Issue Photoshoot I just love it so much.

The entirety of A.C.E’s Siren Dawn concept photoshoot. Specifically the water/underwater ones. Absolutely stunning.

For ATEEZ this DAZED Photoshoot for sure was just stunning

what songs do you always get stuck in your head?

At the moment AuRoRa - ONEWE and 0X1=LOVESONG - TXT but there’s been many

who are your favourite dancers in kpop right now?

Cha Hakyeon for sure. He’s mesmerising. Fate will always own my heart. And Passionate Tango is *chefs kiss*

Rocky. He just needs so much more recognition. He’s truly incredible. I mean look at him

This Juyeon lives in my head rent free. I’ll never be over it and through RTK and Kingdom he’s shown over and over again how good he is.

are there any photos of your ults that you find yourself thinking about a lot?

These Leo photos are just very aesthetically pleasing. But I honestly have a thousand Leo photos I adore.

Del Mundo Seonghwa was just something else and Into The A to Z Seonghwa was fabulous.

The pure gorgeous aesthetics of Donghun. Like damn that man is stunning.

The man that currently owns my heart and soul. He’s just 10/10. Also get well soon Minhyuk 💕.

And lastly I’ll throw in my very first ult bias because even though I’ve moved on from ulting BTS, Jin will always hold a very special place in my heart.

which artist/s do you feel you can see yourself in?

I genuinely don’t know. They’re all so different. I don’t really fit with any of them to me. They’re usually all so…well… good, brave, talented, determined, warm, funny, extroverted, supportive and I’m just me xD

who’s rapping do you always find yourself vibing with?

Jisung. Honestly pick any Stray Kids song and I can guarantee he sounds amazing in it.

Changbin same as Jisung. He really hit me with his flow in Hellevator all those years ago and I’ve never looked back.

Rocky. He just has such a good tone. I love it. His rap in ONE was my favourite part of the whole thing.

are there any artist/s who’s talking voice you could listen to forever?

Taka. Again not kpop but honestly at this point I don’t want to live without his voice in my life

Ken. By far Ken is my favourite kpop vocalist and he really does deserve more attention for his vocals. I mean even though he made this for a laugh those vocals are no joke. And let us not forget his Rolling In The Deep cover. Honestly I could go on forever about his voice. From all his duet song festival performances to his solo album and covers to his career in vixx.

Yonghoon just has one of those voices that I adore. Whenever I listen to him everything feels like it’ll be okay again. It’s not the first time I’ve listened to this whole 30 min vid and it won’t be the last.

is there anyone who always manages to give you gender envy?

So many. So so many of them because they’re all stunning and it’s not fair.

and finally, what idol do you think the person who tagged you is most like?

Leo probably. For all the reasons you listed in your own version of this xD

#tag #tag game #bowieisworried #long post #very long post

[regrettablewritings]

Preferences: Guilty Pleasures

Characters: Okoye, Lucifer Morningstar, Dewey Finn, Peter B. Parker, Ahkmenrah

Okoye

Okoye is straightforward and stony upon first impressions. And, admittedly, even afterward. The only real difference is that, if one gets to know her better, they might find shock in the fact that in spite of her appearance, she Dora leader actually likes sweets. However, it’s not sweet things in general that Okoye feels guilty for enjoying: It’s Starbucks.

Starbucks is the antithesis of everything Okoye is associated with: Supremely un-Wakandan, a chain establishment, and overall just not worth the absurd cost. Not to mention superbly unhealthy when compared to the rest of a fighter’s typical diet. But yet you can bet that every time she needs to go out of the country or off-continent, there’s an invasive shout for joy at the possibility that she might be able to get her hands on a Frappucino (followed by an internal scolding).

She can’t even explain exactly why she likes it; there are plenty of good, even healthier sweet things back in Wakanda -- heck, back anywhere else!

But it’s a bit like when someone craves the cheap taste of school pizza over a legit pie cooked in a stone hearth: She just loves the sugary sweetness, the application of whipped cream to an already tooth-rottingly saccharine icy drink, the addition of chocolate. But Bast, she also hates it. But ever since T’Challa practically shoved a grande cup of caramel frappucino into her hands, she hasn’t felt entirely the same.

Against her better judgement, she’s more or less unintentionally tried 45% of the menu drink-wise. She doesn’t particularly care much for the food part of the establishment, though if she should ever find herself in one during the fall, she might indulge in a chunky slice of pumpkin bread under the conviction that it’s healthy enough for being gourd-related. Never mind that it’s just a cinnamon mixture with more sugar than actual pumpkin-derived anything.

Really, of all those mentioned on this list, Okoye is the one who probably feels the most disappointed in herself whenever she indulges in her guilty pleasure: It’s a betrayal to her patriotism, to her dignity, and to her attempts to eat healthy. But damn, if this type of betrayal doesn’t taste so addicting . . .

Lucifer Morningstar

The thing about Lucifer is that it’s actually a bit hard for him to feel any regrets over liking anything; he’s the Devil, after all, so his whole thing is about embracing the things that make you feel good. And even besides that, he’s mostly managed to skate by in his time on Earth by categorizing things as Stuff He Likes, Stuff He Tolerates, Stuff He Doesn’t Bother With, and Stuff Humans Seem to Enjoy But He Doesn’t Quite Get. It’s a tad restricted of a system but you can’t argue with results.

However, just because something is difficult doesn’t mean that it’s impossible. The Devil can, in fact, recognize absurdity in liking certain things. Hence why, to a point, he’s fallen prey to his own bizarre pleasures: The Devil has guilty pleasures, and it’s in stupid YouTube videos, Vine, and TikTok.

After he finally drank the Kool-Aid and got himself a smart phone, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer fell down the rabbit hole that is YouTube prank videos and strange uploads about nonsense and animal humor. It was also only a matter of time before he found himself stumbling into Vine compilations. The Celestial is terrifically mystified by the creative power of humans, managing to tell entire stories and peak comedy in only a span of seven seconds. But he’s also quite loathe to have realized it’s been long defunct by the time he’s discovered it.

He’s even more loathe to find himself making references in his daily life: He has actually quietly blurted out, “I sure hope it does” in response to seeing a Road Work Ahead sign, causing Chloe some confusion (and Lucifer lots of embarrassment). He has referred to a culprit as “Jared, Age 19″. Since discovering Vine, there has been at least one night wherein he and a bed mate were sitting there with barbecue sauce on his tiddies, but that was by sheer coincidence.

But eventually the Vine compilation well dried up, and the inevitable transfer over to TikTok happened. And Luci honestly doesn’t know what to make of TikTok. He would describe it as Vine’s Molly-addicted cousin based on its obsession with dancing, but the dances are so stationary that even that doesn’t seem quite right. The videos on the platform are also much more . . . bizarre. And some of them admittedly trigger a fight-or-flight response in him, to which he always chooses the third option of freezing if only so he can keep watching the train wreck unfold before his eyes.

The trouble with TikTok, he’ll admit to himself, is that it’s not as easy to find iconic content the same way he could with Vine. However, this isn’t to say that he hasn’t found anything worth watching over and over and over again . . .

(Let’s just say the “Wolf Pack Compilation” lives in his head rent-free, and he’s both too amused by it and too overwhelmed by its vibe to try and evict it.)

Dewey Finn

Dewey is . . . a special case. Given that he associates messy living and indulging in one’s pleasure a part of the rocker lifestyle, he’s generally quick to embrace whatever makes him happy. He’s very upfront about his interests and is arguably almost incapable of feeling shame. But it’s in there: Deep down. No, not in himself -- in his Spotify. Specifically, a Spotify account made on an email he never uses because it was made specifically to create this separate, uber secret playlist.

One marked “Actual Musical Bops.”

Dewey hates musicals: They’re cheesy, uninspired, gaudy, ridiculous, totally aimed at chicks with weird fantasies that he could never aspire to, and the music is just overall unimpressive. And yet, somehow, against his music elitist nature, a handful have managed to slip through the cracks. At the very least, a handful of numbers have clawed their way past his defenses and into his ear, where they now live rent-free.

In spite of his best efforts, the problems are that he’s a New Yorker, so it’s inevitable that he hears a song or two; and also that, as an instructor (to wealthy New York tweens whose families can afford frequent tripes to the Great White Way, no less), he’s definitely going to wind up hearing about some shows and their stand-out numbers: Against his will, he knows the lyrics to “My Shot”; he has cried in the secrecy of his apartment to “When I Grow Up”; in the never-necessary reason he needs to remember how many minutes there are in a year, he sings it inside his head; hell, he’s even found himself trying to figure out the electric guitar riff from “The Phantom of the Opera” during his down time.

What’s all the more embarrassing is that, given how he presents himself as a music elitist, there’s just no way he can come back from this if anyone were to know. He has to catch himself when he finds himself humming “Johanna” in the teacher’s lounge. He scowls at himself when he can’t sleep and gives in and starts playing “No One is Alone.” He wants to kick his thick ass every time he realizes he’s excited to have stumbled across a “slime tutorial” on YouTube, this one with better quality than the last. The reason he actually put a password on his phone wasn’t out of privacy like a sensible person would, but out of a need to make sure that no one ever found out that he had downloaded the entire Beetlejuice soundtrack, including jankily-recorded songs that never made it to the official cast recording for whatever reason!

And should anyone ever find out about any of this, Dewey has a plan: “Oh, I’m doing research. I’m studying these songs so I can give the kids a lesson on what not to do as actually competent musicians.”

But the lesson would never actually come. Mainly because he keeps prolonging his “research” . . .

He’s also developed a bit of a soft spot for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic due to some students gushing about it, but he would rather sooner die than ever be associated with the term “brony.”

Peter B. Parker

Peter is at a point where he’s too tired to really care about the idea of guilty pleasures. The way he sees it, there are bigger priorities at stake than worrying about someone finding out about your love of some hokey activity or food or form of entertainment.

Besides, he’s a New Yorker: There’s way weirder stuff for people to just not pay any real attention to. Hence why he thinks nothing of his bizarre eating habits. And no, this isn’t referring to his disastrous appetite: This is about his tendency to eat food with his hands. Foods that, well, he really should probably utilize eating utensils for.

To be fair, this habit has always existed in him in some form or another, especially since, as Spider-Man, he often needs to eat food on the go. But during the time he spent living the life of a depressed bachelor, it came out in full force. On the rare occasion he wasn’t eating a food that deserved to be eaten by hand, he often found himself loathing the idea of doing the dishes afterward. There would be days he’d feel only slightly less depressed; enough to make a box of Kraft Mac n Cheese in the pot, but not enough to avoid cutting out the middle man.

He’s thankful the craptastic apartment wasn’t also see-through because if it were, he’s positive his neighbors would’ve thought they were bearing witness to a man’s breakdown as he wept into a pot of macaroni and cheese, his hand full of the stuff, while wearing a Spider-Man costume. (And, to be fair, they actually would be.)

In addition to this, there were also those nights where he would be prepared to actually tuck in to a plate of spaghetti, only for some crime going on elsewhere in the city to drag him away. By the time he’d return, the plate would’ve been cold and his energy too depleted to want to even dream about cleaning more than he already had to.

The great news is that he’s thankfully done a 180, now able and willing (if begrudgingly) to clean up after himself. But bad news is that this feral man will still eat a fully-loaded baked potato like an apple. In a park. In front of women and children. He’s just too tired to care anymore. He’s aware of the guilt in this as a concept, but he’s also aware that he needs to take whatever happiness he can get out of whatever he does. And if that means eating everything by hand, then so be it!

Ahkmenrah

Funnily enough, Ahkmenrah doesn’t seem to experience much of any shame for enjoying the things most might feel the need to hide: He’s constantly curious and has missed out on a lot over the centuries, so why should he feel bad for wanting to indulge in them? Celebrity gossip is just a more fun version of the palace gossip he’d grown up hearing as a boy; reality TV is like watching a play, but with much more fights, less deaths, and more faulty romances; and sloppy meatball subs are like a feast for a man of his time!

Besides, he’s a king: Kings shouldn’t have to feel embarrassment over what the common folk might think.

And yet . . . It took some time, but eventually Ahkmenrah did experience it: Guilt in his pleasures.

He couldn’t even recall where it had all started. Maybe he was searching for more content to swallow after the most recent season of his new favorite show had ended? Whatever the case, he wound up biting off more than he could chew when he stumbled upon . . . fanfiction.

The adorable yet sad thing is that he didn’t even think anything of it at first. It wasn’t until he brought up a ship he’d invested his last few nights awake exploring on the computer: Nobody knew what the crap he was talking about, so of course he felt the need to explain it. But the more he talked, the more perplexed his friends looked. And the more he could feel his cheeks and ears burn.

Oh, he thought. Is this . . . embarrassment? Is that what this feels like? Oh, this is just foul.

Thankfully, nobody pressured him to keep talking about it, but the poor king sure as heck didn’t feel much of a desire to talk any further about it. But he needed to talk to somebody about his newly acquired “feels” as those online were calling them.

Joining fanfiction-oriented sites was the next obvious step, of course, but he’s experienced mixed feelings about it: On one hand, it’s nice to talk with people who share similar views and excitement about a fictional couple. But on the other, the digital wars that have broken out both disturb him and bring out the worst in him.

Like, of course there are bigger things to deal with than whether or not So-So is better off with Him-Ham, but if you truly think that Blah-Blah and Himhaw are a healthy relationship, then you can go do a service and bury yourself in the desert sands to provide substance to the hungry beetles with your flesh --

Suffice to say, a lot of the guilt in this pleasure seems to come from the fact that Ahk can get a little too emotionally invested if the work is really good. He tries to limit his interactions to commenting and praising certain works, and encouraging content creators. However, he’s also contemplated contributing his own pieces of fiction to the fandom . . .

#okoye #lucifer morningstar imagines #dewey finn #peter b parker imagines #ahkmenrah #okoye imagines #lucifer imagines #dewey finn imagines #ahkmenrah imagines #regrettablewritings #spiderman into the spiderverse imagines #spiderman itsv imagines #spiderman imagines #i tried posting this on my phone and it literally fucking deleted EVERYTHING #anyway @staff: the fuck is up? fix that shit because now i literally cannot post SHIT on my phone from my laptop #preference #preferences

[scmower-blog]

Greg Thompson is the best Oblivion NPC

Almost fifteen years ago (come the 20th of March) The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion released. I missed it at the time - my first Elder Scrolls experience was shouting really loudly in people’s faces in Skyrim. Over the years, the awkward AI and voiceacting of the NPCs in Oblivion has become a bit of a meme. There’s a whole reason as to why they’re so awkward here, but the gist of it is Oblivion NPCs have weird conversations that sound oddly humourous.

I first became aware of the Oblivion NPC meme when my friend sent a live stream of a video simply called ‘Oblivion NPC Dialogue Live Stream’ from Whacked-Out Entertainment. Watching it I was completely confused as to what I was watching. The live stream was a series of short videos, showing a man in an American accent going about his day, talking to a camera man and making what seemed to be simple observations. The screen was mocked up to look like the HUD from Oblivion, including a section for the man/NPC’s name, which was Greg Thompson. I was still so confused. DId this man make these videos as a parody of Oblivion? They looked old. Was that deliberate?

I had to know.

Dipping into the vast realms of other ‘Oblivion NPC Memes’ I found a lot of mean spirited and seemingly exploitative videos where people with mental health conditions were filmed as passed off as an Oblivion NPC. It didn’t really sit right with me. So why did this new one work without feeling exploitative? Who is Greg Thompson?

Looking into it I discovered Greg Thompson is an English teacher from Texas, who in the late 80s and early 90s made his own educational show At Home with English which was broadcast on public access television. In the episodes, Mr Thompson teaches how grammer is used in every day conversation, displayed  through his nosy camera man who won’t stop asking questions. Greg speaks clearly, distinctly and slowly, obviously to help aide his students, but as it turns out, a bit like a bad NPC.

The reason I’m writing about this is because I think it’s a good example of Convergence. This old media that was created to help non native English language speakers, has been repackaged if you will, into a form of (extremely niche) entertainment, that importantly for me, doesn’t feel mean spirited.

It’s not just me though. Greg Thompson’s NPC videos have been steadily uploading from late 2020 and checking the comments shows that fans are actively engaging with it and even creating, or asking questions of, the lore around Greg Thompson. I can see why. Each video seems to show different snapshots into the live of this version of Greg Thompson, who likes carpentry, riding his bike, swimming and sliding on floors since he was 3 years old. 

Through his performance in the videos, Thompson, most likely unintentionally, creates a character who seems to have a wide eyes, innocent and wholesome outlook at the world. Other dramatic events in Greg’s life include him scandalously getting robbed “Why would someone rob me!?” he says, looking around his trashed living room, “I am not rich!”, getting stuck on a roof, standing up to an abusive boss and deliberating what to wear to that night’s party.

Perhaps it’s just the horrific world we currently live in, but I needed these. Greg lived rent free in my head over the next few days while I was still processing everything. Did he ever get his TV back? Did he find a new job? Why does the camera man (Mr Perfect) keep asking him all of these random questions? Why was he digging that massive hole, is he really a Necromancer?

More videos keep getting uploaded, most recently a trip to the supermarket where Greg puts too many things in his basket and struggles to carry them.  The biggest question that kept me up at night was what was Greg Thompson doing now?

The most recent interview is here from 2009. Some people in the comments have recently asked for an update and I am pleased to say that according to those who did the interview in 2009, Mr. Thompson is still happily living in Texas, though may be unaware of his sudden internet fame. Thank God.

The live streams of edited videos broadcast every few days. Here’s one that’s currently live. This is the content we need right now.

#Interactive Media #interact21 #converge #gaming #greg thompson #at home with English #oblivion #npc dialogue #wholesome #convergence

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Magical Loopholes

Chapter 36: The Truth About Him

What he felt in the shop reminded him a lot of what he'd felt after their fight that morning when he'd gone down to the basement and knocked over the bookshelf. It had been indistinguishable then, but now he recognized it. His breaking heart brought back the emotions he'd once felt long ago when he'd stood on Killian Jones' ship, when he'd been escorted off and watched it sail into the great beyond with his wife. Pain. And guilt. And anguish. And fear. And shame.

This hurt. Losing her like this hurt. He'd been prepared for that. He'd been preparing himself since she came back for this moment, hesitant to bind his life too closely to her own, hoping that when this day came, it might be a clean break. But it was impossible. They were too rooted in one another, too attached. He'd never been this attached to another creature before in all his life, except for maybe his son. The break was not clean. And it hurt like hell.

Probably because of the other things he was experiencing. Guilt, shame, anguish…this could have been avoided. He'd thought they'd have more time together, and they could have. How long had he wanted to tell her about Baelfire? How many times had he told himself to be honest with her as David had told him? How often had he laid awake at night while she slept coming up with the perfect words to answer all her questions?! And yet, he'd never told her. He was a coward. A coward who kept putting it off and putting it off. A coward who kept "waiting for the right time." A coward who, even when the right time arrived this morning, hadn't been able to get a damn word out of his fucking mouth!

He was a coward.

And now she knew it just as Milah had known it, just as his parents had probably known it, just as Baelfire had known it.

Coward…he could practically see the sneer on Milah's face. In trying to hide that part of himself from Belle, he'd unintentionally put it on display. And now…

Now it should be a clean break. It hurt, and he was ashamed and beat down…he should walk away from her, let her go whatever way she wanted to go, and be done with it all, no more "best behavior." But he couldn't. He couldn't because of the red hat still in his hand.

He still loved her. And he knew her well enough to know that she still loved him too. That meant there were dangers in the world, very real dangers. Like Captain Hook. He'd never seen him in Storybrooke, but if Smee was here, then it was very possible Hook was too. It wasn't just Regina he had to worry about. There were so many others! He had promised to take care of her no matter what happened. He was going to fulfill that promise if it killed him. The question was how. How was he supposed to protect her when she wouldn't see him? When she had no roof over her head?

He could give her his house. He was fond of it but not so attached that he wouldn't give it up to her if she wanted it. But then, where would he stay? The cabin, perhaps, but he wanted her somewhere that he could keep watch over her even if he couldn't be with her. And the problem was that he doubted she would take the house even if she did see him long enough to offer. It wasn't tempting enough for her.

Tempting…

There was one other thing, something that he knew she wanted, something she'd already inquired about.

The library.

It was right across the street. Dilapidated for years, there was room in the budget for a librarian. Regina had simply never hired one. Mr. Gold never knew why, but he suspected it was to punish him. It had been to remind him of the place that Belle should have had when he'd thought she was dead. The place she should have been…the librarian position didn't pay much, but it came with an apartment for the caretaker for that reason. It was something she loved that would provide a roof over her head, in town where he could be close, and give her a paycheck. It solved everything, except…

Would she accept it from him? She was stubborn. She liked to make her own way, to prove herself. He imagined that she wouldn't take too well to learning that he'd gotten her the job, especially given their current state. The books would be tempting, though. And maybe with a little extra something…?

He pulled the truth serum he still had in his pocket free and sat it on the table before him. They were done. But he still wanted her to know the truth. Not just part of him, but all of him. He still wanted to tell her about Baelfire because he suspected she'd understand. Because of all the people he'd ever met, she deserved to understand more than anyone. Perhaps if he offered that truth when he gave her the library, it might not be enough to fix what he'd broken, but it might make her comfortable accepting the gift from him. It might leave him feeling a little less ashamed of himself. Only…

No. He couldn't do it with the serum, not that way. They'd never really talked about it, but that was because he'd already known that she didn't like his use of magic, at least not without knowing why he was using it. She might accept the truth of Baelfire once she knew it, but the fact that he'd taken magic to tell her, that it wasn't something he had done for her from the heart…he didn't think that she'd appreciate that. If he did this, it had to be on his own. Yet the very idea of it, after trying and failing so many times, had him shaking in his boots.

Why was this so difficult? He'd managed to tell David about her earlier, to let him catch a glimpse of them for her own sake. Why couldn't he let Belle catch a glimpse of Baelfire for her sake now? The library was the best thing for her. Perhaps that would be enough to motivate him. He had to try. One last time.

It was early morning by the time he'd finished his work and stepped into the bed and breakfast. He'd been up all night submitting paperwork in the town center, making sure anything that needed to be filed for the librarian position was filed. And then the most important part of it: he collected the key. During the night, he'd had time to work out a plan in his head, a plan to create an opportunity. An opportunity for Belle to see the library, smell the stale air the books had been warehoused and forgotten in, imagine the life she could have there! An opportunity for him to speak with her privately and see if he could finally tell her what she wanted, what she needed, to know. He had a plan. Now he just needed to put it into action. It all started at the Bed and Breakfast.

The front door was locked when he first entered, a fact he was appreciative of if his suspicion that Ruby had let Belle stay was correct. But he was the landlord of the entire fucking town and the Dark One. A lock wouldn't stop him. So, he opened the door, saw that it locked behind him, and then stood in the foyer and waited. With two wolves whose senses were far better than his own, he knew it was all he needed to do, and sure enough, a moment later, he heard creeks from the ceiling above him and then on the stairs. Granny stood there in a nightgown, hair tied up, a small crossbow in her hands that would have made anyone feel threatened but only made him feel even more impressed with the old woman.

"You're not welcome here," she growled out in a warning tone.

"I still own the town, including this inn. Technically it's my property and I'm welcome on it whenever I see fit."

There were more sounds on the stairs behind the old woman as Ruby suddenly appeared, a red robe that reminded him of something a boxer might wear slipped over her shoulders.

"Granny, it's okay. I'll take care of this," she whispered to her grandmother before squeezing her shoulders and coming down to his level. "He's not a threat."

"Not today," he confirmed.

Still, while Granny moved down the stairs, he noticed that she took up a spot by the living room and watched the pair of them with intense eyes that would give Belle a run for her money. Belle…that was why he was here. He needed to remember that.

"You've talked to Belle," he assumed, glancing at the girl in front of him who was showing enough leg to turn the head of any man, maybe even Mr. Gold, back in the day. But that was before Belle, before he'd fallen so fast and hard. Not even those legs were tempting.

Ruby nodded. "She's upstairs. Her heartbeat is steady…means she's asleep."

Indeed. He extended his senses, and there it was, a fourth steadying heartbeat that he knew by heart. She was sleeping through this. Good.

"What did she tell you?"

"Enough and enough only."

He felt a sense of relief at those words. "Enough" meant "not all." He'd never told her something important, but he couldn't, he refused to believe, that she'd ever tell anyone anything against him out of spite. It seemed he'd been right in that instinct. She might have told Ruby some things, but never anything he'd trusted to her. Belle wasn't like that, though it was amazing how it took a conversation like this to get him to believe it.

"She did say she didn't want to see you," Ruby pointed out.

"She did. I'm not here for that."

"What are you here for?"

"I love her." He said the words without thinking about them, without considering why he was using that declaration to answer a question like hers, but he knew in his own heart they were the right words. He'd never been able to make that declaration to anyone except Belle. He was shocked he was able to say it.

"Okay."

"I love her, and she has no other family. I feel responsible for her," he further explained before glancing at Granny. "Take whatever you spend on her out of the rent and in the morning…give her this," he extended the box to Ruby.

"Jewelry? You think that'll help?"

"It's not jewelry. It's the key to the library," he explained. "You said she wanted a job. Storybrooke has the money in the budget for a librarian, and there's an apartment for the caretaker. That should get her started."

Ruby looked the tiny box over before giving it a shake so that the key thudded around inside. Then she peeled her gaze up and glanced at him. "She'll want to go investigate. Should I assume that when she opens the door, you'll be waiting to talk to her?"

He swallowed and looked down at his hands folded over his cane. Clever wolf.

"I just want to speak with her," he assured her. "Just once more. I want to be honest with her. I've tried since she's been with me, but…it's difficult after so many years of being-"

"You?" Ruby finished.

"In a manner of speaking."

Ruby sighed, folded her arms so that the box was tucked under her arm. "I get that. Honesty is difficult, I should know. I spent years being a mindless monster once a month because I couldn't be honest with myself and accept what I was or what I'd done. Once I learned to accept myself, the rest fell into place."

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. This time it had nothing to do with telling the truth to another, but everything to do with suddenly realizing the truth for himself. All at once, he knew why he couldn't tell Belle about Baelfire. He knew what was holding him back. All this time, he'd been thinking he needed to tell her the truth about his future, about going out into the world to find Baelfire. The truth was that to do that, he needed to tell her the truth about his past. He needed to tell her not about the son he was going to find but about how he'd lost him in the first place. He needed to tell her about the past that he'd been hiding from her because he wasn't willing to share who he'd once been with her.

Coward. In order to tell her about Baelfire now, he had to tell her about Baelfire then, how they'd been separated, how he'd let him go, how he'd failed. Which might even mean telling her about Milah, how he'd failed her and she him. It might mean making confessions about The Ogre Wars and his leg. I meant revealing to her not the Dark One but the coward that lay beneath.

That feeling he'd had before she'd gone slowly crept in on him, only this time he recognized it. Fear. It had been so long since he'd felt it; he'd either forgotten it or pushed it down so far he chose not to remember it. But its sudden presence seemed to confirm what it was he felt. He was afraid to tell her about who he'd been, what he'd been. The way she looked at him sometimes, it was like…like she thought he was a hero, thought he was someone strong and courageous. The thought of telling her that she was wrong, that he was a coward just as she might suspect…it made him nearly sick. But that was what he owed her, what this situation required. True honesty about who he was; really was.

"I suppose that's all I hope for," he finally managed to sputter out. "I owe her the truth, the honest truth. If she doesn't want to be with me, then I'll leave her be. I've no interest in holding her captive or in being anything like her father. You have my word on that."

Ruby swallowed again, and she bit the inside of her cheek as she swayed uneasily as if she wanted to say and do something but was keeping herself from it. "She said she didn't want to see you."

"I know-"

"But!" she interrupted quickly. "Give it time. I'm not saying she's going to give you a warm welcome when you see her, but I think with time, she'll change her mind. She seems hurt, but not broken."

"She's a strong woman. It would take more to break her than she thinks."

Ruby nodded as if he'd just said something she approved of though he wasn't sure he understood what that was. "Go. I'll give her the key at breakfast, and you'll forgive rent for this month on the inn and the diner."

"I have no objections to that deal." He had to keep himself from smiling at her tenacity. He didn't know how Belle found these people, people who were strong and protective…but at the moment, given what he knew, he was rather grateful for it. "I don't know what she's told you about her time in Storybrooke."

"A lot."

"Then you might already know…if she accepts the library and the apartment that goes along with it…she's going to need some help navigating this world. If it can't be me, she's going to need a friend."

"Lucky for her, she's already got one."

He nodded, feeling oddly reassured despite the wolf's nature. On that satisfying note, he turned to see himself out and-

"If I do you this favor, perhaps you could do me one," Ruby suddenly stated before he got to the door. He paused. If he were human, his coloring would have drained as he felt the reassuring sensations fade quickly.

"Are you trying to make a deal with me?"

"No, because even though I just met her, I consider Belle a friend, and that means that no matter what happens, I'm going to make sure she's taken care of."

He sighed in relief. Good. That was the right thing to say. "What can I do for you?"

"I mentioned I become a mindless monster once a month, and you didn't blink an eye. Same at the diner when I said I could smell Belle because of the wolf thing. You know what I am?"

His gaze naturally fell to Granny, who glared at him but said nothing. She didn't have to speak; her eyes said it all. He looked back at the girl. "Yes."

"Back in our land, before I learned to control my inner wolf, I had a cloak. It helped to keep me human on the full moon."

Again, he glanced to Granny, but the old woman revealed nothing of their history. If she hadn't told the girl, then he had no interest in doing it either. "I'm familiar with the magic."

"Good. People say that things ended up in your shop after the Curse, with magic back and the Full Moon coming up…I think I have need of it. Have you seen it?"

He wanted to growl as his stomach tied up into knots all over again. Everything about this situation, aside from not being with Belle himself, had gone perfectly until he'd remembered that little detail. He didn't particularly want her anywhere near Belle on the night of the coming full moon, especially given the answer to her question.

"It's not in my shop. I haven't seen it. But because I am a fair man, I'll check my records. I'll let you know if I hear anything."

Deal or not, he would fulfill that favor. Belle had a thing for finding monsters and wanting to fix them. The last thing he needed was for her to think she could cure a werewolf.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #Mr. Gold #Belle #Granny #Widow Lucas #Red Riding Hood #Ruby #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

[itsunclebucky]

From Out of Nowhere [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky helps you move into your new apartment and stays a couple of nights, realizing you love his company more than you thought. Prompt: Friends to lovers AU for @simsadventures​ 1k writing challenge! Thank you, my love, for having me back!!!

Warning(s): Slow Burn, fluff, mutual pining, implied smut near the end (with spooning but nothing really explicit)

Word Count: 2,386

A/N: I just want to apologize for any grammar mistakes! English isn't my first language and I did use a thesaurus but I still might have used words incorrectly and I'm sorry about that! I was also watching the witcher as I wrote this :) feedback is greatly appreciated! Please don't repost my work to any other site (Wattpad, ao3, etc) without permission, reblogs are greatly appreciated though! I'm also really sorry for the slow burn but I wanted to include everything and not rush it.

Masterlist

Your ringtone resounded out into the empty room as you finished taping up the last box of your possessions and piling it on top of the others. You walked over to the windowsill where your phone was perched and smiled down at the name of the person calling you.

"Hey, Buck!" Your voice echoed around the once loved - now hollow bedroom.

"Hey Y/N! I'm outside and I'll be up in a sec." It was early morning and by the sound of his hoarse voice, Bucky had not long woken up.

"Great! Thanks for this Buck!" You sigh as you end the call, looking out into the city for the last time. You would miss this cozy apartment, it's been your home for the past six years but now the time has come for a brand new fresh start, a new chapter in your life. You could no longer afford the apartment since your landlord raised your rent considerably higher and your wages wouldn't even cover half of the rent let alone any bills that needed to be paid, it was the most expensive part of Brooklyn. And Bucky notified you that his elderly landlady was looking for a new tenant to occupy an apartment three floors above his apartment for a fraction of the rent your landlord wanted, she was more flexible and helpful, and besides being closer to your best friend, it was also closer to your work and in a much safer neighborhood.

And Bucky had insisted to come and help you move your things out, and you couldn't be any more appreciative because some of your furniture was really heavy and you felt bad for overloading some boxes which threatened to break your bones in your back and arms if you carried them far enough.

"Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice calls out as he enters the apartment. It's bittersweet for him too, he used to love coming here and having your weekly movie nights on the L-shaped corner couch with your fuzzy cream blankets. But he is more happy to have you living in the same apartment building as him, it's easier for him to protect you, not that you needed protection, Bucky knew you were independent and capable of dealing with things on your own but he wanted to keep you close, you were one of his best friends and he's never had someone as close to him besides Steve before.

"In here!" You haul the box out into the front room and smile when you see Bucky in his blue Henley, dark jeans and a pair of sneakers (you never thought you would see the day he would wear something different than his usual combat boots), his hair was cut shorter and he looked so clean and perfect. You were used to Bucky with long hair, but since he cut it a couple of months ago, you kept telling him how much you loved him with shorter hair, telling him "it really suits you, Buck!" And he has taken your compliment personally because he's kept up with his short hair.

"Doll?" Your eyes fly up to his face, he was smirking and raised an eyebrow at you and you blush, you didn't realize you were staring at him.

"Huh?" You clear your throat and awkwardly look around the room.

"I asked if you wanted me to start moving your stuff out? The truck is downstairs."

"Yea-yes. That would be great." You smile, nodding your head for no particular reason as you find yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° It only took you a couple of hours to move everything from the truck into your new apartment and by the time 6pm arrived, half of the boxes were already unpacked and your ornaments were placed out neatly around your new living room, your L-shaped couch positioned with your familiar rug in the middle of the room, it was already starting to feel and look like home. And while you were busy hanging your curtains, Bucky had gone out to grab some food for the two of you, deciding to take the rest of the evening off packing and just sit and watch a movie to relax before bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" Bucky chuckled walking through the door. You finished the gather of your curtains and smiled.

"Great!" You sighed as you welcomed the comfy cushions of your couch behind you as you plopped down with a bounce, crisscrossing your aching legs under you as Bucky plated the food.

"Chicken for you." He said holding the plate of chicken noodles in front of you and a soda.

"Thanks, Buck! For everything." You smiled at him as he sat down beside you, digging into his own noodles, he nodded in return and flicked the TV on, playing the DVD you left in from a few nights ago.

You and Bucky ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the TV. Over the years you have had so many movie nights with Bucky, and you weren't sure if it was because of the new apartment, but you didn't want Bucky to leave, you didn't want to be alone. Sitting next to Bucky right now felt so right in so many different ways. But Bucky was your best friend, and you felt conflicted about your feelings. You were also sure he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your thoughts were all over the place and you nibbled on your bottom lip.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Bucky, who was watching you from his peripheral. He knew whenever you bit your lip it was because of anxiety or panic attacks. For now, he stayed quiet, allowing you to gather your thoughts. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° Bucky stayed with you until the end of the movie. You had somehow managed to push your weird thoughts to the back of your mind and enjoy his company.

He stretched and yawned, looking at his watch.

"Wow, it's almost midnight. I better be goin'" he says tiredly, getting up to leave.

"Thank you for everything today Buck." You stand up with him and pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest and fisting his shirt around his back.

Bucky chuckles and his chest vibrates against your face as he holds you.

"You already thanked me doll. Got nothin' to thank me for, s'what friends are for." He rubs your back comfortingly and tries to pull away, you only hold him tighter.

"Please stay." You whisper, refusing to loosen your grip on his shirt.

"Doll, let me look at ya." He pushes your body away slightly and his heart sinks down to his stomach as he looks at the stray tears racing each other down your cheeks. "What's wrong?" He asks, concern laced in his voice. It was rare for you to show Bucky this side of you.

"I just-" you sigh and take a breath. "I feel so selfish but I don't want you to go... I don't want to be alone here." Your bottom lip trembles uncontrollably and Bucky nods, pulling you impossibly close to him.

"Ok doll, shh shh it's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll stay for a couple o' days ok?" He holds your chin between his fingers and you nod happily.

And now that you knew Bucky was staying, you felt so much better. You were used to living alone so why this was any different you didn't understand.

Was it because you started to feel something in the pit of your stomach for your best friend? You have never felt this way before, even when you were around when Bucky was in relationships with other girls, you didn't feel jealous. But now just the thought of it sent a pang of pain to your chest. When did this happen?

For Bucky, it was a different story.

Bucky has been in love with you for a long time, he has just kept his feelings buried because of your friendship at stake. If things didn't go his way and you didn't feel the same way, he could handle the rejection but losing you was not worth it in his eyes.

Instead, he stood by as you tried to go on dates, most failed and some guys acted like complete jerks towards you which he strongly disliked but could do nothing about when he really wanted to dislodge their testicles.

And he knew staying with you would be difficult, because with you he always felt at home, it felt so natural. But seeing you so upset he didn't want to leave you. He wouldn't leave you. His ma taught him manners and he was a better man than most these days.

He hated how sexist the men had become. Even now he knows women deserve just as much respect and attention as they did when he was an 18-year-old taking his dames out on dates every weekend. And mention dick pics to Bucky? He was disgusted. And it has never interested him, even if one of his recent ex-girlfriends tried to push him to send her a sexy photo of himself, he declined as kindly as he could.

After brushing your teeth, you go back to your bedroom and stop in your tracks. Bucky is wearing a black T-shirt and his boxers as he pulls the covers back. He notices your reaction and panics.

"Is this ok?" He asks timidly.

You grin and walk over to the free side of the bed. "Of course it is." You reply, stripping down to your tank top and shorts, climbing under the duvet the same time as Bucky.

You roll on your side and face him, making the outline of his features in the darkness you're shrouded in.

"You ok doll?" Bucky asks quietly, stretching an arm out and moving some hair from your face and you shiver from his soft touch.

"I am." You whisper back, reaching out to touch his prickled cheek. Drawing patterns and you feel his cheeks lift in a smile, his dimples under your fingertips. You move your hand down above his heart, his heartbeat lulls you into a deep sleep.

The sun beaming through the partly opened curtains wakes you up and you feel totally refreshed. The best night's sleep you have had in a long, long time. It takes you a few seconds to remember where you are and why there is heavy breathing behind you.

You're facing away from Bucky, and he has his arm wrapped around your belly with your back pressed into his chest, his face buried in your hair, and something digging into your backside and you realize he's spooning you, quite intimately. It only makes your heart beat faster, now this is something you could get used to.

You shift your butt slightly, grinding your backside into his wood and a loud groan erupts from behind you. It encourages you to do it again, only harder. His hand grips your waist tightly to stop your movements.

"Doll!" He groans, thinking you're just asleep and unaware of what is happening but he hears your cheeky giggles.

"Good mornin' doll." Bucky slurs from tiredness, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your head and moving his lower body away from you, already missing his closeness.

"Good mornin' Buck." You turn to face him and lay on his chest, tucking your head under his chin and intertwining your legs with his.

The silence in the room is comforting, the birds are singing their sweet tunes outside and inside it's just the sounds of two hearts beating in sync.

"What do you wanna do today?" You ask in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet. You draw an invisible pattern with your finger over his heart.

When Bucky doesn't answer, you assume he's fallen back asleep until you tilt your head up and see he's already looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Buck?"

Bucky lowers his lips to yours and you reciprocate the kiss by tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. This was what you wanted for so long, and Bucky has dreamed of this moment for years. He's scared he's going to wake up soon.

The kiss becomes heated and you straddle his waist, grounding yourself against him. He elicits a moan as his hands fly to your waist, his fingertips burying themselves into your skin.

"Doll.." he breathes heavily. "Do you want this? Do you want me? Because we can pretend this never happened..." he speaks lowly, hoping the latter doesn't happen.

"I want this Buck. I want you, I have for a long time." You smile down at him, pressing the palm of your hands on the pillow beside his head.

"Will you be my girl?" His tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

"I would want nothing more than to be yours." A growl elicits from his throat at your choice of words, and clothes are flying off everywhere.

Your first official morning as a new couple is spent between the once clean but now sweat-soaked bed sheets as the two of you embark on a beautiful adventure together as boyfriend and girlfriend, which Bucky hopes one day you will walk to him down an aisle and mother his children.

And you hoped that one day this beautiful specimen of a man became your husband and fathered your children you desperately wanted in the future.

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