#we can be rocks for each other and rebuild everything we lost

[rexscanonwife]

Work got me fucked up but know that I'm always ALWAYS on that loving Rex forever and always grind too 🥺🥺💖💖💕💕

#brie babbles #self insert talk #💙 oh captain my captain 💙 #SCREAMING AND CRYING TONIGHT CAUSE THE FEELINGS ARE STRONG #im thinking about how much we GO THROUGH together ; w ; #lately ive been thinking about like...the repercussions tbh #like during the war there were probably lots of times where rex just needed to be held and allowed to cry #and to be the one that he trusts to /break down/ in front of #even though it takes a while for him to accept it #he can finally let out those feelings. that grief. that anger and sadness #he can let me catch it in my hands and help him put it to rest #because he never needed to be tough all the time for me. i always knew that he was the strongest even when he didnt feel it #for continuing to fight and to keep going on and being the best person he could be for his brothers that still lived #there were lots of times where we were all alone in my room and he was allowed to just cry and be held and kissed #until he felt at least a little bit lighter #but then order 66 happens and we BOTH lose everything #and we spend a few months without each other feeling like there was nothing left #and then we FIND EACH OTHER again and suddenly there's hope again #but it still doesnt mean we dont break down and have to lean on each OTHER from time to time and now we can do that #we can be rocks for each other and rebuild everything we lost #and through everything we ALWAYS had the love we shared #ok tag rambling over i gotta sleep ajfjgjf

[ichijager13]

Finally home

You finally convinced your boyfriend Oda sakunosuke to buy a house near the ocean and move in with the kids to start a new life together.

You were standing next to the step ladder on top of which he was, you looked up smiling at the tall man fixing the curtain rod. You handed him the ivory-white curtain you chose for the living room. You can’t believe you are finally done. You bought this cottage about a year ago and started renovating it step by step. With the money you both put aside it wasn’t that hard. You have done most of the work yourselves asking for professional help only for rebuilding the porch, changing plumbing and electricity. You have decided to take it slow and enjoy the process and some of his friends offered to help from time to time.

When he was finally done, he stood behind you holding you in his arms admiring the results of months and months of work.

“We’ve done it”. He breathed against your ear.

You nodded smiling, “Our house”. You whispered overwhelmed. You put your hands on top of his and embraced the sight offered to you. The red of the fireplace’s bricks, the chunky grey throw that rested on the ivory couch. Pictures of Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji and Sakura decorated the wall next to your bookshelves. The room was spacious but that didn’t prevent it from being warm and cozy. The French windows occupying two walls bathed the place in soft light. Feeling the steady rhythm of your lover’s heartbeat you closed your eyes and let the moment imprint you.

You felt Sakunosuke’s head rest on your shoulder, you smiled and turned to face him. “Finally”. He sealed your lips kissing you softly. The sound of the waves crashing against the rock the house was built on top of, the smell of salt floating in the air and the sunlight drawing shapes and shadows on your frames. If heaven exists it must resemble this moment.

He was still kissing you when you remembered the kids haven’t visited your home yet. When you parted you turned and placed both hands around his shoulder. Faces merely close and lips reaching for each other, you let yourself melt in his embrace. When he kisses you again your heart skips a beat. No matter how many times you had him like this it will always feel like you are brought back to life each time your lips connect. “The kids will love it”. You spoke against his lips. “Especially the swing and the tree house in the backyard”. He nodded smiling as well.

“I’m glad I listened to you and purchased this cottage”. He rested his forehead against yours. “Thank you, darling. This all became possible thanks to your support”.

You buried one of your hands in his red lokes. “It became possible because of our hard work”. You emphasized the word ‘our’. “Besides, it’s you who gave me hope that both of us can have the peaceful life we have always sought. Thanks to you I know I deserve to be happy”. You hugged him tighter. “Thank you, honey”.

He shook his head, “You’re the one who saved me not the opposite”. The day you met Odasaku he was sitting at a table in the café you used to work at. He was lost in his thoughts after a brief exchange with a middle-aged man.

You placed a piece of cake on his table. “I haven’t ordered anything”. He said looking at you confused. The moment your eyes met, he felt butterflies all over his stomach and everything that surrounded him went slow.

You smiled kindly. “It’s a gift, nothing a good chocolate cake can’t fix”. Your smile was the most breathtaking thing his eyes landed on. Your smile must be one of the wonders of the world, otherwise, nothing would make sense in this dark twisted world. It was your smile that made him understand why the sun rises every day, why rainbows appear, why the sky is blue and why flowers blossom. All good things happened because in a café in the middle of some city in Japan worked a beautiful young lady with an angelic smile. “Do you mind if I join you?” you asked face blushing and eyes looking down. “My shift is about to end and I…”. you were stumbling over your words. “I thought you… you might use some company”. You looked up a shy smile adorning your features. He slowly nodded. You went to the locker room; you took off your apron and hung it. You glanced at the small mirror, you detached your hair and smoothed it. You took a place at the stranger’s table. His blue eyes were fixed on you, you don’t know why but you felt like the weight of the world was crushing the man’s shoulders. His eyes were cold and empty like there was nothing but void behind them. You wondered what kind of things someone as young as him has experienced to have such a vacant stare.

While lost in his eyes he pushed the cake into the middle of the table. “Care to share it with me?” his deep voice resonated through your soul. You accepted his offer with a smile. He told you about the book he spent the last months reading over and over. He told you about his new dream, he wants to be a novelist he said. He didn’t say what he does for a living or mention if he has a family or someone somewhere waiting for him to come back. All he spoke about was the world he wanted to write about and the stories he wanted to narrate. And you found it endearing how a stranger was telling you about his dreams and fears.

“Sorry I monopolized the conversation. I haven’t even asked what your name is”. Reaching his hand for you he spoke. “Let’s start all over again, I’m Oda Sakunosuke and I am pleased to meet you”. your hand met his at the middle of the table introducing yourself. He pronounced your name once, twice three times smiling the last time. “Such a beautiful name”. your chest felt tighter and your cheeks were burning, you darted your gaze away. You remained silent for minutes before he asked questions about you. what you like, whether you had dreams or not, family and what you do with your free time. And the conversation went on and on and on until you heard the owner clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation kids, but it’s late and I must close”. He spoke to Odasaku. “Make sure the young lady arrives home safe”.

“You can count on me, sir”. He answered. You wished your boss and co-worker good night and left with Oda. On the walk home, you picked up your conversation where you left it. By the time you arrived, you grew familiar with each other.

“That’s where I live”. You were shifting your weight from one foot to another wondering if he might kiss you before leaving. “I gotta go, thank you for walking me home”. You smiled; he doesn’t remember how many times you made his heart flutter smiling like this.

“Thank you for the cake and the lovely evening”. He was wondering if he should shake your hand. No that’s so awkward after all the time we spent together he scolded himself. Maybe I can give her a hug, or leave a kiss on her cheek. He didn’t know what to do. He knows he has to cease his chance but he wasn’t sure if you could cope with the life he leads. You were still standing looking up at him with soft eyes. He leaned and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Good night y/n, I hope we can meet again”. His voice was low and deep. You breathed in his scent and tried to memorize the tone of his voice. He didn’t leave until you got to your apartment. You turned one last time and waved goodbye before closing your apartment’s door.

One month later he showed up at your workplace holding a bouquet of flowers. You were in the back shop for your pause.

When the owner saw him, he smiled. “She’s eating, should I call her?” he glanced at his watch. “She will be back in minutes”.

Oda shook his head. “It’s alright I’ll wait”. You haven’t noticed him right away when you came back. You went to his table to take his order thinking he was a customer.

“Good afternoon, sir; what can I get you”. you asked smiling.

When he looked back at you your breath caught, holding a hand to your mouth you searched for your words but nothing came out.

“I would like to have a date”. He simply said handing you the flowers. “I’ll pick you up this evening if you don’t mind”. Still surprised you nodded eagerly.

After that first date came along other firsts. First embrace, first kiss, first night and love confessions. And now you were standing in the middle of your house in his arms savoring his lips.

“I love you Sakunosuke”. You whispered feeling him smiling against your neck. And sooner the smile became a kiss and the kiss became a soft bit. Regular breathing became heavier, heart rate faster and kisses slopier. His hands were everywhere, caressing, molding and kneading your soft skin. His hair became a mess thanks to your hands and the buttons of his black shirt discarded. He only detached his lips from yours to take off your blouse giving himself access to your cleavage. He freed one breast from your bra’s cup and rubbed the nub with his thumb and index causing you to gasp. Your hands were trailing up and down his large back and toned torso caressing and kissing each scar. He brought back his lips to yours and guided you to the couch. He laid on top of you after getting rid of both of your pants.

“We are finally home”. He spoke as you cupped his cheek and smiled at him. with one expert hand he unclasped your bra. He dragged his mouth from on top of yours along your neck, pausing to nibble your earlobe and earning a soft moan from your now glistening and swollen lips. Then moved to your shoulders leaving marks behind him down to your chest. He run his tongue in the valley between your breasts and then circled and tilted each nipple until they became hard. Lifting his head slightly ‘til your gazes locked he parted his lips and captured one of your nipples with his teeth.

“Sakunosuke”. You moaned when he started sucking your now sensitive nipple. The sound in the background and his mouth made the experience ethereal. With each swipe of his tongue, you felt like were dead and then brought back to life. Your cheeks were red and burning, your eyelids felt heavy and your breathing grow harder with each passing second. Surprised your back arched when two fingers slide past your wet folds. The movement caused your breasts to bounce in a way that caused him to twitch in his briefs.

“So pretty”. He breathed watching you reacting to his digits inside of you. “And so wet for me”. He curled his fingers brushing your sweet spot causing your last bit of sanity to shatter and wash away.

When you finally rode out of your euphoria you tugged at his arm. “Let’s stay here honey”. He pulled himself out of you, brought the blanket that was on the other couch and laid next to you. He shoved you closer until half of your body was on top of his after cleaning you. Chest pressed against his and one of your thighs placed between his legs, he covered your nudity with the blanket. You nuzzled his neck and closed your eyes. “When will you bring the kids to live here with us?” you inquired.

“Tomorrow morning, I wanna spend the rest of the day alone with you”.

“Let’s remain like this forever”. You asked.

“I’ll never leave your side”. He kissed your hair. “I love you”.

#bsd odasaku #odasaku x reader #oda sakunosuke #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs odasaku #domestic fluff #established relationship #fluff #smut #bsd smut #odasaku lives

[sansvoresstuff]

The truth of priDE MONth

It all started on a normal day. June 1st. After appreciating our great troops for memorial day, I was a little sad to see it end. But all good things gotta end, and I always appreciate the troops regardless of the month or days. But I realized suddenly that June, was no longer the month that truly kicks off summer. It's the month of gays. My heart sank as I realized me and my family where in danger. Not many of us straight people are around anymore, and now they're calling us this brand new just made up word called Cis-gendars? I hate that they force this thing on us. Think of how this effects my little siblings being pushed into this ridiculous cult. But we pray to our true lord and savior Jesus Christ to help deal with these issues. After making sure our food and water supply was good enough to last the month as we barricaded the house, I was gonna check with my parents to make sure everything was good to go and all doors and windows were blocked. They were busy breeding each other in the bedroom so I let them finish first. This is normal in the family as they are working hard to repopulate the earth with more unvaccinated, straight babies. Mee-maw is already pregnant but my Pee-paw is fucking her anyways to insure more babies are born at once. Gotta put more biscuits in the oven as he says! Suddenly though, outside I hear loud music and high energy screaming. I think to myself, "Oh God. They're here." I begin to hear the song "Boy is lying" by some women named Ice Spicy? It's really unreligious and terrifying. I rush to the window's to see what was happening. Nothing could've prepared me for what I saw that day. Queer people left and right, jumping around as those filthy corporations support them with their "RGBTV Merchandising" Truly this is the end of us all. They see me in the window, and their eyes light up in a scary rainbow color. They all shout "Straight white man spotted!" and begin to rush to the house. I was almost frozen in fear before my big beautiful busty Christian white women wife snapped me out of it. "QUICK!" she says. "Snap out of it my big boner husband! We must protect the kids!" I begin to rush to the kids and lock them in the basement with TV Shows like King of the Hill, that'll raise our kids right. The gays begin banging at the door, slamming it down with their big teeth. and rush in with their gay knives. "We would use guns but we love gun control!" They say before violently chasing me through the house. I get stabbed 1,874 times. They try to cut off my penis in order to make me one of them, but luckily my rock hard cock made of steel couldn't be damaged from all of the training my wife put me through to ensure I too, could also breed pure bloods was to strong. However, I pass out from the gay drugs on the knife that entered my blood stream. I wake up a couple months after, in a resort of some kind. I see rations and supplies, as well as army men in outfits. "You're finally awake son." says a mysterious voice I recognized. It was non other than our true leader, Donald Trump. "You've done extraordinary work protecting your wife, kids, and family from the attack. I've heard it all from your wife who is also your cousin. As a reward, your wife and I gathered as many blood related white women in your family that we could find. including lost long siblings and cousins, as a reward you can fuck them all and rebuild the population with me, Donald Trump." I was so grateful to hear this news from the one Jesus brought down from heaven to save us. My cousin Jessica, and my wife look at me naked saying, "We all would love nothing more to be bred by you." I smirk and say to myself. Heh, maybe now I can truly make Elon Musk proud doing what I love. Fucking my family members

#homphobes #liberals #superstraight #bluelivesmatter #donaldtrump #cispride #straightpride #straight pride #cis pride #americafirst #undertale

[soulc-hilde]

0.0 : Sozin's Comet (1)

Pairing(s): Aang x Toph, Zuko x Katara, Sokka x OC!Kodi (slow-burn)

Warning(s): This is a series rewrite

Summary: For every Avatar born, they are paired with a guide or a soul-tie, someone who can teach them how to keep peace between the mortal and spiritual realm. For some, their guide can be a lover while others are strictly friends. After the era of Avatar Roku, the 100 year war has begun and the new Avatar and his guide are nowhere to be found. Some even believed that they had fallen with the rest of the Air Nomads. Until a hundred years later...

This couldn't be happening. Everyone was at peace, the four nations trusted each other. When could the Fire Nation invite themselves to the Air Temples without the aid of flying bison?

The hoards of soldiers, blasting balls of fire, seem to never end. Forced to set aside their morals, the nuns fought with their might to protect the temple and its children. Those who farmed the air bison, urged the babies to escape. 

Girls, as young as babies and as old as 12, were guided to the grown bison who awaited in fear of the gas bombs that catapulted across the once blue skies. On the other hand, the girls who've reached mastery fought beside the Elder Council and the nuns. 

Lost among the chaos, Kodi used the air to make her run faster. Her small feet leading her from hallway to hallway, passively pushing off soldiers from lost children before showing them the way out. 

Her hooded grey eyes bounce, searching for Sister Haru - the only mother she's ever known. The scent of burnt flesh and the traumatizing screams filled her senses, fighting for her attention. Biting her tongue, she pushes on. 

Hearing the screams of a nun being burnt alive, Kodi leaps into the air from behind the soldier. She spins into a kick, a firm blast of air forcing him head first into the rock wall. Slightly flinching, she tries to ignore the crunching of his spine.

In the midst of running, she slams into the armored chest of a soldier. Backing away, she falls into the arms of another soldier. The soldiers lined up from wall to wall, slowly creeping onto her. 

"You nomadic peasant," the leading soldier growls, gritting his teeth. 

His clenched fist forms balls of fire, lighting the room with fear and dominance. The young teen purses her lips, closing her eyes. She takes a deep inhale, feeling her acceptance of loss take over every muscle. 

"Air is not just an intangible element used to enforce a passive environment. It is a necessity." Sister Haru states, freely managing the energy within her body. 

"As nomads, we're taught to abandon all earthly ties but we must never stray from the temples and their morals for we are abandoning  our people."

She shrugs, "and so we cut our ties and form these non-constraint bonds with our fellow monks and nuns. We are even accommodated with adopting our own sky bison, 'a companion for life' they say."

Her sharp, firm eyes gleam down at young Kodi. "But what are we to do if that is taken away from us? Everything we've ever known stripped from us. Are we to just move on and rebuild our civilization?"

Looking off into the distance, she closes her eyes as the wind gently blows against her skin. "If there's one thing that truly separates the Eastern Temple from the others, it's that we fight for our people. We do not pursue violence, but we will extinguish it if we must."

"What do you mean, Sister Haru? I thought we weren't supposed to use our bending with force?" Kodi's high pitched voice trembles, nervously.

Haru looks over her shoulder at the child, "I'm saying, Kodi, that when life wishes to push you into the darkness that you are to push back until you can't anymore."

Fight Kodi! Fight for your people!

Her eyes snap open, an ethereal green light shines in the center of her forehead. Sensing the oxygen within the air, the soldiers' flames, and even within their lungs, she begins to move her arms. 

Her body shifts flawlessly from one stance to another, dodging every throw of fire. The blasts come to a halt as they begin to choke, gasping for air. The fuel of their flames being used against them.

Posed in a crouch, her hands tense on each side of her stomach, she releases the built tension of air. The wheezing soldiers choke out grunts, their bodies slamming against the wall behind them. 

Once the crowd was wiped out, the energy had calmed as the teen became conscious once again. Clenching her jaw, she leaps out of the window. Free falling downwards, she uses the air to evade the smoking boulders. 

Creating a funnel to cushion her fall, she flips out of the eye and snatches an abandoned glider off the ground. With a whistle, she swipes at a couple more soldiers, watching them fall off the mountain without a care. 

Bodies dressed in yellow and orange fall, creating piles of despair. The soldiers notice her lasting presence and ready to blast her all at once when a loud groan shakes the ground. From behind, a massive six legged creature with white fur lands between the teen and the soldiers.

The bison slams down its tail, creating a blast of wind strong enough to create an earthquake. Taking the distraction as her moment, Kodi leaps onto the beast's head and snaps the reigns with determination.

"RooRoo, yip-yip!" She orders. 

With an agreeing growl, the bison smacks off the ground and evades the blast of fire in time. Flying far from the range of the Fire Nation, Kodi looks back at the once beautiful temple only to be met with destruction and bodies falling off its edge.

"Looks like it's just us, RooRoo," the teen whispers, petting the bison's head. She groans in appreciation, flying straight.

As the comet reaches its end, it was safe for Kodi to assume that the other temples were also victims of the Fire Nation. Feeling a tug in her gut, she shifts into a lotus pose and place her fists against one another.

Her body is taken over by a green light as her consciousness is sucked into another realm. In a land covered in grass and foreign trees, her eyes widen and shift across her environment.

"Where am I?" She asks. "You've finally tapped into your spiritbending, I see," a voice echoes with a giggle. 

The teen turns around, swiftly. Her eyes land on the figure of her mentor, Sister Haru. Kodi's eyes widen as tears begin to blur her vision. It was one thing to think that her mentor had fallen, but for it to be confirmed was a lot more unsettling than she expected. 

Her lip trembles, "S...Sister Haru? Where am I?" The older woman smiles, "well hello to you, too, Kodi. You've reached the spirit world. Unlike most, you've shown much more potential with the spiritual side of airbending."

She nudges her head in a direction, "follow me, dear." The two walk side by side, the teen's gaze was focused on the never foreseen beauty of the other realm. 

"You've mentioned spiritbending," she starts off. "What is that? And how can I bend spirits, isn't that an act of the Avatar?" 

Haru answers, "many years ago, when the Avatar cycle was created, the spirit Raava had tasked her host to be the bridge between mankind and the spirits. However, in order for one to do so without bias to either side, a guide must be provided."

The nun comes to a stop in front of her protege. "So the messenger spirit, Kiran, has agreed to create a cycle of guides to aid Raava and her hosts to create this bridge and pursue peace." 

The scenery behind Haru shifts to resemble a line up of humans that seemed to go on for eons. Their eyes open, revealing the similar green light that coated the teen's body. 

"For every Avatar born, a guide is paired with them," she gestures. "Unlike the Avatars, the guide does not follow the cycle of the elements and can only bend a single element. Unknown to most, the spirits Raava and Kiran were lovers and when together, symbolized light and harmony."

A shift occurs once more, this time showing a rotation between pairs of two people. "Resembling their bond, the Avatar and Guide are born with soulmate like ties. For one generation, it could be a tie of lovers while the next is one of friendship."

Kodi's eyes glisten with familiarity of Kyoshi and her lover Rangi as well as Roku and his wife Ta Min. Following them, purple figures resembling herself and her old friend Aang beside one another. 

"Aang," she gasps before returning her gaze back to Haru. "Is Aang alive? How? Can I reach him?" 

Haru kindly raises a hand, receiving her requested silence. "Aang is fine, but he's ignorant to the devastation brought upon our people. His Avatar state has been triggered in an act of survival. In the meantime, you are to do the same."

"I know what you witnessed was traumatic," Haru soothes, her hands sat on the teen's shoulders. "You and our people have fought off strong and bravely, Fire Lord Sozin may have destroyed our people but he did not singe our hope."

Her deep blue eyes glisten, "it may not seem like it but you are the epitome of the Air Nomads. You are free and adaptive, but you are also a force of unquenching will. No one can strip you of that."

"If I am to be Aang's Guide, how am I to master spiritbending? What does it all entail?" Kodi questions, her steel eyes now harden with purpose.

"Your past lives will be your teachers," Haru answers. "Only you can reach out to them, live out their stories to understand how to write your own. It seems that my time as your mentor has ran its course."

Kodi shakes her head, sternly. "No. I may not need to your teaching anymore in terms of bending, but you're still my mother ... or at least the closest person I have to one. May you rest in peace, but you will live on in my heart."

Haru smiles, her eyes shedding their tears, "of course. It's been an honor to be your master, Master Kodi. Make me proud." 

#korra x reader #sokka x reader #atla #avatar the last airbender #Sokka x oc #avatar the last airbender fanfic #Sokka fanfic #aang x toph #zuko x katara #series rewrite

[sliebman10]

So here we are... new challengers keep coming to my court... wish for fics three that you wouldn't write without enabling 😈

1) A time-travelling fic where Harry returns to the Marauders Era and finds that... actually Pettigrew isn't so bad and can still be saved (cue romance >:) )

2) A... dare I say it... Nick and Charlie breaking up fic (the horror!)

3) A role reversal fic where Remus was the one who was suspected to be secret keeper and is sent to Azkaban, while Sirius tries to rebuild his life in the aftermath

4) Actually, 2 is too painful. So an inheritance fic. One of those where Harry is the Lord of Potter Peverell Pendragon Gryffindor Slytherin the Third and finds out at Gringotts at some point and takes over Hogwarts :P

OK, if this actually turns into a full blown fic, I am holding you responsible! I present #3, role reversal with Remus in Azkaban instead of Sirius:

Boxes. Boxes. Everywhere, there were boxes. Sirius sighed. He was exhausted. Numb. Numb and exhausted. He heard wailing through the wall and he robotically got up and went to look in on Harry who was standing in his crib, scowling indignantly. 

Sirius picked him up and murmured to him softly as he settled in the rocking chair. At least this made sense. Babies were simple. Eat, sleep, play, shit…it was so simple. 

Harry had no idea what was going on. That both he and Sirius had lost everything but each other that fateful night. And now James and Lily were gone. Remus was gone. Remus had - 

He scrunched his eyes shut, but it didn’t help. Harry didn’t know it but in the last six months the two of them had cried together more often than not. As Harry settled against him, Sirius let his warm weight be the anchor he needed.

Remus.

How could Remus-. 

No. Harry. Focus on Harry.

But Remus was so different when he came back from the werewolves, even as he insisted he wasn’t. He insisted he be made the secret keeper to show his loyalty. None of them thought he would betray them so thoroughly. 

The full moon was approaching. Sirius didn’t want to think about it, but it was a persistent idea in the back of his brain. How did Remus transform in Azkaban? Did he hurt himself? Was there someone to patch him up after?

Focus on Harry. Harry needed him. 

#three fics i'd never write #maybe #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius raising harry

[circumstellart]

[ID: First image is eleven half-spheres, painted to look like the sun, moon, eight planets, and Pluto against a black background. The second two images are the flat sides of two of the hemispheres, the sun and Mercury, which have writing that spirals into their associated alchemical signs in the center.

Writing for the sun: We glow. The light in our eyes and hearts is undiminishable. It burns hot and bright, and will continue to do so for longer than life. We shine, a radiance reflected off of those nearby, and we learn how to warm ourselves and others. A churning sea of hot plasma and tangled magnetic field lines fling flares and hope far out into the emptiness. Unimaginable pressure is turned into something to guide, to inspire, to illuminate. We have found a way to turn the living consumption of ourselves into light and life. Against the darkness, we glow.

For Mercury:  We remember. With no wind and water, nothing slowly erodes cracks and craters. A record of the past is found in gray dust skin, millions of years of impacts and fractures tattooed across the surface. What is it like, to know your past completely and wholly? To have every hurt, every moment embedded so strongly that it cannot be erased? We face fresh collisions in the empty cavities of ones carved ages ago. We learn and understand, new experiences mingling with old until everything is a blur of hollow and ridge. With every bit of us, we remember.]

Going back through old art I never got around to putting up here and discovered this artist’s book called “atlas” I made for a class years ago - it’s a pity you can’t touch things through the internet, but I can confirm they’re nice to hold!

(rest of the objects under the cut)

Venus: We rebuild. First, we are shattered. Fragile cloud cover is nothing against blows dealt from all sides, the overwhelming crush and clang of rock against rock. With each new collision, it seems like all the world has stopped, ended here among a torn surface pockmarked with craters and hurt. And yet - time goes on. Tectonic plates rumble under the scar-strewn crust. Volcanoes spew forth healing salve, and new lava covers old craters We are remade over and over, healing old wounds and moving forward. It is not quick, and it is not easy. But when all seems lost, we rebuild.

Earth: We shelter. In this first and only home we’ve ever known, we find safety. We are raised by others around us, planted in soil made of the tiniest bits of this place. It is easy to forget what that means, and how that feels - to be connected, alone in the universe. It is easy to forget the traces we leave behind in litter, in footsteps, in stones, in each other. We’ve built skyscrapers and lives grounded in the dirt beneath our feet, roots tunneling so deep in this chunk of rock that somehow, we feel safe, home. Above everything, we shelter.

Moon: We orbit. We are seen and re-seen and close enough to touch. Did you know that the moon gets an inch and a half further from us each year? That it is slowly drifting off, and will one day leave us entirely? For now, we watch as it grows and shrinks and changes, experience its pull on our oceans and our lives. We reach out, connect, all the while watching the moon circle and dance. We have learned each other so well, known each other so long. We were present at each other’s birth - part of each other’s birth. And one day, we will drift apart. For now, though, we orbit.

Mars: We grow. Life arises in the most unexpected of places - through the cracks in concrete, in pitch-dark caves, at the bottoms of oceans. What determines where it grows? Is there a special formula - a handful of hope, a pinch of freedom, a bit of love, and a spark, to set it all going? Life exists everywhere, both where we have found it and where we have yet to discover it - something so rare and yet something so common, that perseveres through conditions we never thought possible. Life, in some form, goes on and on, and we will always find it. Even through hardship, we grow.

Jupiter: We triumph. What do we know of greatness? How do we define it, determine it, measure ourselves up against it? Success is often quantified by magnitude - by the number of people reached, by how far a message spreads, by how large a profit is earned. Is that the right way to see it? We are constantly achieving little victories. We change lives in the tiniest of ways, and looking to the largest of accomplishments only blinds us to quieter greatness. It is not necessary to become significant - only to do significant acts. When we try at all, we triumph.

Saturn: We redefine. With rings stripped away, Saturn is unrecognizable to most. What are we known by? It is easy to find the boldest, brightest thing about us and cling to it - this is me, this is who I am. What are we reduced to? Draw an outline, with one identifying feature, and suddenly we appear. Do we choose that? Can we choose that? Our sense of self is often firm, and may not have originally been fully our own, but it is not fixed. Yes, Saturn has rings - but few know it also has hexagonal poles that remain unique and unexplained to this day. When the time feels right, we redefine.

Uranus: We re-emerge. It is much easier to see the world as a place of worry and fear when all the brightness has been stripped away. Parts of Uranus see 42 years of constant darkness, stuck in inescapable bone-chilling shadow. With the only source of light so far away, hope seems impossible to grasp. Yet - the sun returns, eventually. It lights up the sky for the same never-ending stretch of time, illuminating all that the dark has made unbearable. It makes it possible for us to breathe and see and smile, and feel the warmth of light after darkness. After what feels like the longest night, we re-emerge.

Neptune: We connect. Distance may be an obstacle, but it is possible to feel the warmth of a distant sun, to be content with a close moment once every century and a half. It certainly isn’t effortless, but it is possible. Separation hurts and excludes and prevents but it is more an emotion than a physical reality. We make do with what we can. We send probes, pictures, anything that can cross the billions of miles between us. We learn about each other and search for something to make us feel close. Despite the distance, we connect.

Pluto: We belong. It is hard to recognize exactly where our place is. We push ourselves to find it, to fit in, to follow as quickly as possible. When most of the criteria is met, we check off the box and label ourselves, hoping the rough fit around the edges goes unnoticed. It is simple to find that box and stay there, crushed up against the cardboard walls, even if something about it doesn’t feel quite right. Instead, we must push ourselves to find a new space, a new label, one to fully claim and fully feel and fully enjoy. When we finally find it, we belong.

#there's two other comics I've got that i'll put up shortly too #space #planets #sun #moon #astronomy #solar system #artist's book #my art

[dlux0124]

As I sit here alone late at night again for I don't even know how long, 3 years at least. I mean yes I've been around people in that time, but no one that knows me. There has been no one for so long and even then the last one I let in and attempted to share the real me with, just used it to hurt me and break me for her own gain. Since then much has changed yet much remains the same. I continue to grow and evolve, some coping mechanisms remain. Thankfully the least physically harmful and self destructive. I have a growing list of these Tumblr "mommies" in my dm's and it's gotten me thinking. For all I have done for the wrong "partners" who turned into strangers. The ones who knew only part of me, one maybe two masks I wear. The things I've done for them I've put up with for the chance that they could be my one to share a new world with. A world we build together, where we could experience our own heaven here on this earth, in this time. A life filled with love and acceptance, growth and healing, fully understanding that there will be disagreements, arguments, and even times where we may not like each other very much, but knowing that even though there are those times we will still choose each other over everything and everyone else because we truly love each other for the person they are faults and differences and all.

While I've always tried to be that person, all I've been able to find are people who see me as something to get what they need from,and if I don't give it or can't produce it, I'm left alone to rebuild myself and my life all over again. I'm growing tired of restarting from nothing, I've lost everything and everyone I've ever cared about too many times. Yet I still holdout hope that somewhere out there is a woman who will see me for the simple person I am. Yes I'm a big man's man, yes I have potential to be a provider, yes I spend most of my time being the one everyone looks to for strength and guidance. However a person can only be the rock everyone depends on for so long before the weight of everyone else's problems start to fracture the foundation, and the rock needs to be shorn up and given some support too. I have insecurities, I have questions,I have doubts, I have cried myself to sleep while laying next to someone who "loved" me. I have feelings and sometimes I just want someone to see me for me and know that even though I say I'm fine,what I really need is someone to hold me and let me just revive in that action of love, nothing said,nothing else done,just wrap me in your arms and hold me let me feel your heart beat, melt away my sorrows and struggles with nothing but the warmth of your embrace.

Yes sometimes the challenges of the world I face seem insurmountable and I may need to regress to a younger time when I had no worries, nor battles to fight. I regress to gain strength for the battle on the horizon, i regress to heal from battles fought. I hope to one day find the woman who understands and knows that my regression to simpler times and mindset is not something to look down on or think less of me for, rather realize it's the healthiest form of self healing and coping with the extreme stresses and burdens life mounts on my shoulders and I hope she will accept me for everything that makes me special. If she can accept me, I promise to accept her and make her the happiest woman in the world. My partners happiness is and always will be of my top priorities. My happiness and pleasure directly comes from making those around me happy and pleasing them (yes that means I eat pussy and ass like a fat kid eats cake, I really do enjoy all aspects of it and nothing drives me more wild than watching my partner cum on the tip of my tongue and fingers.) Beyond the physical seeing my partner smile because I brought her flowers, or open her car door, give her a hug from behind, leaving little notes for her to find letting her know I'm always thinking of her.

This time around in my search for her, I'm doing things differently, I'm coming from a completely different place and have a whole new mindset. I will not put her on a pedestal just like I hope she doesn't put me on one. I will not seek to prove my worth, for I know what I deserve, I know my worth. If she doesn't see it right away then she's not the one for me. If I'm not the person she's been looking for them she's not the one Ive been looking for either. I'm not going to be a source of income for you, and I don't want you to be a source of income for me either. I want to travel the countryside and see all the sights no one really gets to see, and I hope she wants to do the same together we can build an empire while doing so. I want to enjoy the rest of my life and nurture your growth while you nurture mine. I'll water you and you water me, together we can overflow our cups and water those around us too. I'm hoping with all my heart you're out there and I'm looking forward to finally meeting you.

[tuiccim]

Terrigenisis (Part 8)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 2247

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW) 

Terrigenisis Series Masterlist       Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Two weeks later, the three of you wake in Bucky’s bed, where you end up most often. Steve looks at the clock and groans, “I gotta head back to my room.” 

"No, stay." You murmur, pulling him closer. 

"I gotta change for our run, Doll." Steve chuckles.

"No run today. Just bed." You whine. 

"You say that everyday." Bucky laughs sleepily. 

"I mean it everyday." You grumble. 

Steve kisses you, "I'll see you in a little bit."

"We need to build a secret passageway between our rooms." You say.

"Actually, I was thinking…" Steve pauses.

"What were you thinking, punk? Don't leave us in suspense." Bucky says.

"I was thinking once all this is out we could combine our three rooms. Turn it into an apartment with a living room and a small kitchen."

"And a bigger bathroom." You add.

"Exactly. What do you think?" 

"Sold." You grin.

"Same." Bucky says. 

“I love you.” Steve says.

“Love you.” You and Bucky say in unison. 

You start to get up as Steve leaves but Bucky hauls you back against him. "Where ya going, Doll?"

"I should go change for our run, too." You chuckle and snuggle against him.

"I know. Just wanted a few extra minutes." Bucky nuzzles his face into your neck. 

"Mmmmm… Bucky. We have a-" you're interrupted by a kiss, "mission briefing-" another kiss, "at nine." You give up talking for a moment and just give in to Bucky's need for attention. However, when Bucky's hand begins to drift south of the border, you stop him. "We have to train. Let's go, love." Rolling away from him quickly, you bounce out of the bed. At the door, you blow him a kiss before heading to your own room to change. 

You go on your run with your guys and Dizzy then train, shower, and go to the mission briefing. The mission is a simple turn and burn. The entire team goes and returns in less than 14 hours but somewhere towards the end of the mission you notice a change in Steve’s demeanor. You had recovered a good bit of Chitauri weapons and energy cells from the base you had invaded. You wonder if it brought back memories of the Battle of New York for him. 

After a quick shower, you head to Steve’s room. He answers your knock and you slip into his room. 

“I was about to head to Bucky’s room. What are you doing?” 

“I wanted to check on you. Something triggered you on this mission. I could see it.” You see him warring with himself. 

“Chitauri stuff always brings back New York.” He says quietly. He moves to his desk and pulls a small card out of his drawer. It’s a vintage Captain America card stained dark brown around the edges. Dried blood.

“Coulson.” You say without thinking. 

“You know about Coulson?” Steve says, surprised. 

Realizing your blunder, you recover quickly to say, “My last team told me about him.”

“You never did tell me about your team from before. You’ve never spoken about them.”

“It’s classified, Steve. I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your eyes beg him to understand. 

“I have level 8 clearance. Your clearance is only level 6. You can tell me.”

“It’s codeword classified. Please understand, love, I would tell you if I could,” you look at him pleadingly.

“I understand. I didn’t mean to push you.” Steve wraps his arms around you in a hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask. Steve nods and tells you the story of meeting Phil Coulson and his death before fighting the battle of New York. You hold Steve the entire time he speaks. “I’m so sorry you lost him. It sounds like he was a good man who you respected.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, doll. I know you’ve lost a lot of people too. I shouldn’t let it affect me so much.”

“Don’t ever apologize for telling me how you feel.” You say as a knock sounds on the door and Bucky enters. 

“Hey. Everything okay?” Bucky looks between the two of you. 

“Yeah. I was telling her about Coulson.” Steve says quietly and takes the card from your hand. He looks at it, sighs heavily, and places it back in the drawer. Bucky wraps his arms around Steve from behind and Steve’s head drops down as he covers Bucky’s hands with his own. 

“It wasn’t your fault, baby.” Bucky says quietly. 

You move to them and wrap your arms around them from the side. Part of you still feels like you are an intruder in their relationship at times. A larger part of you right now felt incredibly guilty that you couldn’t tell him that Phil Coulson was alive and well and Director of the Inhuman division of Shield. There is a chance you can, you realize. Once the three of you separate, you agree to meet in Bucky’s room as usual. You hurry to your room and grab your phone. Dialing the special line Hill had provided, you wait for an operator to come on the line. 

“SHIELD.” 

“Codeword: Tahiti. Protocol: Delta. Team: Avengers.” You say. 

A brief pause and then a single word, “Denied.”

“Codeword: Tahiti. Protocol: Delta. Individual: Steve Rogers.”

“Denied.”

“Direct line. Fury.”

“Denied.”

“Direct line. Maria Hill.”

“Approved.”

You hold on the line as it rings through to Hill. “Maria Hill.”

“Hill, I need to talk to Fury.” You say emphatically.

“He’s not going to clear the team to know about Tahiti.” Hill says curtly. 

“I can’t keep lying to them, Maria.”

“You aren’t lying. You just aren’t telling them everything.” 

“It’s not right.”

“But it’s what has to be. I’m sorry. I know this isn’t easy but the less people that know about the Inhuman Division the better right now.”

“Right. A bunch of Enhanceds shouldn’t know about a bunch of Gifteds even though one of them is among them.” You reply sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. Good luck.” Hill says, hanging up. 

You resist the urge to throw your phone at the wall. After taking a few minutes to calm yourself, you change into a nightgown and make your way to Bucky’s room. You find Steve and Bucky already curled up together in the bed. Steve is laying on his side with Bucky curled around his back. You slide into the bed, facing Steve and wrap your arms around the two of them. 

“Hey Doll.” Steve whispers.

“Hey Baby. Are you okay?” You ask. 

“Yeah. I’m okay. I think I’m in your spot though.” He chuckles lightly. 

“I think you’re right where you need to be. Wrapped up in the arms of the two people who love you most. Right, Bucky?” You say. 

“Absolutely. We’ve got you.” Bucky whispers and kisses Steve’s shoulder. 

“I love you both, too.” Steve says as he puts his hand to your neck and pulls you to him for a kiss. His lips move over yours firmly and his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan as you press more firmly against him. Steve’s hands become more demanding as he lifts your nightshirt up to grab a handful of your bare ass. He presses his forehead to yours and says urgently, “I need you. I need both of you.” 

“You have us, Baby. Whatever you need.” Bucky’s hands rove over both of you. He helps Steve slide his pants off and Steve’s hands pull your nightshirt off. Bucky gently strokes Steve while Steve explores your folds. He traces over them lightly pulling breathy moans from you as he thrusts into Bucky’s hand slowly. When he presses a finger inside you gasp at the pleasure that rolls through you. He works you quickly building your passion until you’re thoroughly wet and then pulls your leg over his hip. His hard length slides along your wetness until he finally presses home. You kiss him as he sheaths himself inside you and you feel Bucky’s hand trail over your body until he rests it on the small of your back encouraging each thrust. 

“Bucky, need you.” Steve groans as you clench around him. 

“I’m right here, baby. What do you want?” Bucky whispers. 

“Need you inside me, Buck. Please.” Steve says.

Bucky prepares himself and Steve slows his thrusts into you as Bucky presses into him gently. You reach around Steve, opening him for Bucky. This is the first time they’ve shared this intimacy with you. You were always the one in between them and their focus was more on you than each other, but tonight Steve needed to feel you both. To feel the love you have for each other envelope him. Bucky readied Steve and then slowly pressed into him. Steve’s body tensed and relaxed at the intrusion. 

“Fuck, Stevie. You’re so tight around me. Been too long since I felt you. God, I love you.” Bucky groans as he begins to gently thrust into Steve. Steve’s face twisted in passion and he moaned as you clenched around him and Bucky thrust into him. 

“Oh, God. It’s so good. Feeling both you.” Steve grabbed you around the waist and pulled you down on his cock hard causing you to cry out in surprise. “Shit, did I hurt you, Doll?”

“No! Don’t stop, baby. Give it to me. However you need it. However you want. Give it to me. Now.” You say staring into his eyes. The intensity in his face turns you on even more and you stare into each other as he repeats the action over and over again. The three of you move in rhythm, moaning your pleasure, and giving into each other’s needs. Your orgasm builds with each thrust into you, each grunt as Bucky works into Steve, and each moan Steve releases as he feels his two loves surrounding him. 

“I’m close.” Steve grits out as he slams into you again. 

“Me, too,” you and Bucky say nearly in unison. 

“Fuck. I want this forever. It’s…” Steve falters as the pleasure washes over him. 

“Perfect.” Bucky groans as he loses himself to the sensations. You hold tightly to your two men as your orgasm overtakes you. Each of you release long moans as you cum together and even after your bodies rock together as you come down from the high. 

The next morning as Bucky showers, Steve is sitting against the headboard as you wake up.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mmm, good morning.” You say as you stretch. You look up at him with a smile but his expression is troubled. “Hey. What’s the matter?” You ask as you sit up. 

“Are you… happy?” He asks. 

“Steve.” You pull yourself up on your knees next to him, “Yes, I am. Very happy. Why would you ask me that?” 

“I just… were you okay with what happened last night?” He asks looking down at his hands. 

“Baby.” You cup Steve’s cheek as you move to straddle him, “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t I be okay with last night? We made love. It was wonderful.” Steve looks into your eyes searchingly and suddenly it dawns on you what he’s alluding to. “Stevie, did you think I’d be upset that Bucky was inside you?”

“It’s not that I want you less or, or, or anything like that. I just needed-”

“Shhhh,” you put your fingers over Steve’s lips. “Don’t ever feel like you need to justify your love for Bucky, emotional or physically. To anyone. You and Bucky were together before I came into the picture and you told me your relationship was physical. Why would you think I’d ever have a problem with you two making love in any way you wanted to?”

“There’s still just a stigma to it, I guess. We haven’t done that before with you and I don’t know. I guess a part of me still felt like because you were here we shouldn’t anymore.”

Your heart hurts at that confession. Despite everything, he was still holding back from you. Scared that you would judge him for loving Bucky so completely. A tear falls from your eye and you swipe at it quickly but he sees. 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Steve’s voice cracks a little. 

“I want you to love Bucky as completely as you love me and vice versa. In every way you see fit. Please don’t hold back part of your relationship just because of me. I want to be with you both. In every way. In any combination of ways.” You give a little laugh through your tears. “Love us. Love us all the way. With everything you want to give us. I promise you, I will never judge your love for Bucky. Love me enough not to hold part of yourself back.”

Steve’s chest heaves as he puts his forehead to yours, “I love you. God, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Stevie.” 

“Can I join in on this love fest?” Bucky’s voice breaks in. 

“Just the man we were talking about.” You sass. 

Bucky sits next to Steve and puts his arm around him. “In our time, Doll, our love, our relationship would never be accepted.”

“I know. And even now the three of us being in a relationship will be hard for people to accept, but I would walk through fire for you two. A few nasty comments definitely won’t change my mind.” 

“Mine either.” Bucky says. 

“I’m with you.” Steve says. 

“Til the end of the line.” You smile at them. 

Part 9 

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How Zutara Should’ve Happened (my take anyways, if Zuko still joined the Gaang in Season Three)

Alright, so I’m a Zutara shipper. Anyways, here’s my rant of the day.

So, if Zutara were to be cannon, let’s say that we wouldn’t change the cannon, other than that. Also full disclaimer, I don’t really like Kataang. It’s cute, and sweet, buuuut I think that they would be better off single or with other people. I personally ship Taang so much-

When I first watched it, I really wanted Katara to end up single. I thought that would be a fitting ending for her story. But hey, she didn’t, and that’s fine.

This is not an anti Kataang post, seriously. If you ship it, cool, I don’t, but everyone had different opinions. Just please don’t come to my inbox and yell at me.

Aight, under the cut bc it got long.

So, if we weren’t gonna change the cannon, Zuko still joins in season three and all. Katara and him would still have a rocky relationship at first, and for good reason, I mean wtf Zuko what happened at the CoTL?

Rant for another day

Anyways-

What I would think is that Katara couldn’t help but notice how Zuko is trying to gain their, and her trust. I mean, she’s pissed but still, she notices. It doesn’t make her forgive him or anything, and it shouldn’t, but she does see it.

Now, I’m thinking little moments. Like when he shoved her out of the way of the falling rocks? Yeah, she still snaps at him, but maybe after she’s a little less fiery. Just a bit.

And then after TSR, things start to change. Of course, we get the iconic hug, but!! I want another scene, when they’re coming back from the trip.

One thing that always bothers me when I read Zutara stuff is that writers rarely address Zukos betrayal in TCoTL. Like,,, maybe I haven’t read the right fanfics but c’mon guys.

I really think, no, I know that Katara and Zuko should address that. I really want a scene, when they’re coming back, while Katara is sorting out whether to forgive him or not, I want them to talk about it. And sorry if it’s OOC- But Like so:

Katara: Why did you do it?

Zuko: ...do what?

Katara: Why did you fight with Azula? I thought you changed, I thought you would’ve fought with us.

Zuko: I-

[ a moment of quiet]

Zuko: I thought about it, and I almost did-

Katara: [turns around to face him] Then why didn’t you? Why did you choose that?

Zuko: I wanted my honor. I wanted to go home, and I thought- I though that if I fought with her, I could get my honor back.

[Katara doesn’t answer.]

Zuko: But Im sorry. I am.

Katara, quietly: I thought you changed...

Zuko: I have, now, I mean.

Katara: Why was your honor so important to you anyways? And what do you mean by ‘wanted to go home’?

Zuko: I- I was banished. Until I found the Avatar, I couldn’t go back.

[Katara turns, studying him, then turns back around]

Katara: ...You couldn’t go back, ever?

Zuko: No.

[She doesn’t speak after that, and neither does he.]

Okay, so maybe that was too OOC, but they did need to have a conversation something like that. A conversation where Zuko explained, at least a bit about why he fought with Azula.

And then, after that, the hug and forgiveness. But that was a turning point in their relationship, and I don’t like that so little fic writers address that.

And then!! I want little moments. Just small moments, maybe a bit more teasing, a bit more concern on Kataras part.

Also, let’s face it: Zuko would be simping. Katara wouldn’t be lovey dovey, no, she wouldn’t. Zuko would be the simp, Zuko would be the one stuttering slightly at teasing and stuff.

Just little moments, nothing big bc c’mon, they’re kids. They’re teenagers in the belp middle of a war.

Speaking of which! I really want one more scene between them. After Aangs noncon kiss in the Ember Island Players, I want there to be a scene where Zuko finds Katara and she vents to him.

Also I’ve been losing my damn mind trying to find a gif series for that bc someone on Tumblr made it and I can’t find it- fkdndd

Okay, but along with a huge chunk of the fandom, it really makes me mad that they didn’t show more of Kataras reaction, and that Aang didn’t apologize. Like wtf Aang.

I would’ve been fine with anyone coming to Katara, or telling Aang that was wrong but- Didn’t happen. They just glossed over that part smh.

But! Say Zuko were to come and talk with her about it. And then at the end, he might ask her why she was confused, Maybe something like this:

Zuko: If you don’t mind, why are you so confused?

Katara: I don’t know! But it’s in the middle of war. It isn’t over, and now isn’t the time for... for romance.

Zuko: But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be happy. I mean, look at Sokka.

Katara: I’m not Sokka.

[They both go quiet for a minute]

Katara: Sorry, Im just... It’s too much to deal with right now, and we have to focus on ending the war.

Zuko: No, I get that. It’s fine.

Katara: I’m just- I’m confused, and now isn’t the time and-

[She pauses, and the two look at each other for a moment. All is quiet.]

Zuko: I.. can go, if you want. If you need some space.

Katara: Yeah, that would probably help.

[Zuko walks away. As he does, Katara is staring at his back, a thoughtful expression on her face]

Yes, yes, I think that would make sense in the romance line. Mirroring when Zuko was staring at Kataras back.

Alright, so everything would be same, up to Katara healing Zuko after the Agni Kai. But there would be subtle differences. She takes his hand and holds it instead of putting her hand on his back. No big “I love you” or whatever. Just holds his hand, and maybe a line like “We- I could’ve lost you!” Maybe.

And then! One last thing, instead of that long Kataang kiss at the end, a scene between Katara and Zuko, talking about their futures.

I’m a really big fan of Water Tribe Ambassador Katara, and it shows.

Katara: So.. Fire Lord Zuko, huh? Finally regained your honor?

Zuko: [groans] Yes, now stop it.

Katara: [laughs] Nope, never gonna stop.

[Theres a minute of quiet]

Zuko: And what about you? Are you going back to the SWT?

Katara: I am. The Northern and Southern tribes... they need to connect again, not become one, but the connection was frayed with the war, and someone has to take a step to rebuild it.

Zuko: What about the Air Temples?

Katara: That’s up to Aang. I’ll help him of course, we all will, but he’s the last air bender. He’ll take care of them, like I’ll take care of the Water tribes.

Zuko: With Sokka too, I’m guessing.

Katara: I don’t know about that, actually. Sokka may want to travel a bit, scope out the world.

Zuko: And you don’t?

Katara: I do, and I will. Sokka and I, regardless of whatever travel, we’ll work together to take care of the tribes.

Zuko: [chuckles] And I’ll be here. I’m going to try to undo the damage the war did. Open up relations again in the Earth Kingdom, sort out the colonies.

Katara: Don’t overwork yourself.

Zuko: You shouldn’t either.

[She laughs, and stops in front of the pond, looking at the turtle ducks]

Katara: Zuko..

Zuko: What?

Katara: [turns to face him] We... went through a lot. And I have something that I need to tell you.

Zuko, sweating slightly: ..yes?

Katara: Relax, it’s nothing bad!

Katara: I..

[Katara takes his hand and smiles. Zukos eyes widen and he looks down at their hands]

Katara: Well?

[Zuko looks back up and smiles at her.]

Zuko: You’re going to visit sometime, right?

Katara: Course I will.

[He smiles again, and intertwines their fingers. It’s quiet once more, then off in the distance, Sokka yells something]

Katara: [laughs] Now c’mon, your Honor. Let’s go.

[She pulls Zuko down the path towards their friends, and all their laughter can be heard. The End comes up, and the credits roll]

So!!

No big ily confession, no long kiss. Why? Because they’re kids. They’re fourteen and sixteen, there shouldnt be an ily, there shouldn’t be an uncomfortably long kiss.

Later, of course. But now? Let’s them just hold hands and tease each other and relax a bit.

Anyways, that’s my Zutara rant of the day, thanks for listening.

#zutara #Zuko #Katara #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #zuko x katara #Zutara rant

[weirdoldmanhoho]

Ok my new offers for the character prompt are Greed's underlings (Dolcetto, Roa and Martel), Grandma Pinako and Buccaneer

Oooh more characters I haven't thought a ton about. I'm gonna group the 03 Greed squad together as one though, because I don't have enough thoughts about them individually.

0G Greed Squad

do I like them: they're all great! sometimes a family is a homunculus who ran away from home and 4 chimeras that share a single braincell

good qualities:

they clearly all care about each other

the military used them as human experiments and they ran away and found a way to rebuild their lives into something new and also stayed really positive about what happened to them, that's pretty admirable

they're all so utterly ridiculous. Greed is like hey Roa let me show this kid I'm a homunculus and Roa just BASHES HIS HEAD IN IN FRONT OF A 14 YEAR OLD (how many lives did Greed waste doing stupid stunts like that)

Martel tried to kill Bradley and I think that was very sexy of her

they're like, technically antagonists, but compared to a lot of the other villains they're actually good people, so when they misunderstand Al and think his brother is dead, they all get so concerned like "oh no this poor kid lost his brother, how should we comfort him" like they didn't just LITERALLY kidnap this child and tie him up

(If Ed WAS dead and Bradley hadn't shown up, I'd give them like 3 hours before they just decided to adopt Al into their crew.)

bad qualities:

they enable Greed too much lol. One, no one looked at Greed wanting to be immortal and went "hey, boss, aren't you like...already basically immortal?" or you know "hey, maybe we SHOULDN'T kidnap a 14 year old"

they died and it made me sad :(

favourite episode/etc: every part they're in is great honestly. Dolcetto getting his ass kicked by Al. Roa bashing Greed's face in without thinking. Martel trying to kill Bradley. The part where they tried to use hypnosis to get Al's memories back.

best quote:

Dolcetto: If they hadn't picked me, I would have died anyways. Human or chimera, it doesn't matter in the end. At least I'm alive.

Also

Alphonse: What animal did they combine you with? Dolcetto: Guess. Martel: Just watch. He raises one leg when he pees. Dolcetto: I DO NOT!

head canon:

They were gearing up to adopt Alphonse into the squad I just know it. They looked at this kid who was just like them, without a normal body, unable to live a normal life because of it, and were like yup, he's one of us. If Izumi, Ed, and Bradley hadn't shown up and everything gone to hell, you know we'd be reading about the continued adventures of the Greed squad and their new little brother, Alphonse lol

Pinako

do I like them: I love her a lot

good qualities:

Pinako lost her husband, her son and his wife, watched her good friend leave behind his family only for that family to fall apart, and despite all that loss and grief she stays strong and positive and a steady rock for her grandchild and the two boys she basically adopted as her own grandchildren

She's such a good, staple presence for Winry and Ed and Al and she cares about all of them so much.

The THINGS this woman has had to do because she didn't want children to be forced to do them or do them alone. She went back to the Elric house after the transmutation and cleaned it up and buried the horrifying thing they'd created ALONE so they didn't have to. She stood by Ed's side when he decided to exhume it even though she didn't have to.

She's a voice of reason when people really need it and a kick in the ass when they really need that too. But she also knows when her kids need to be comforted.

She was best friends with an immortal dumbass for roughly 30 years and never told anyone his secret.

bad qualities:

She can be a bit gruff and too harsh.

Not that we see it that much in the series, but I bet she was an absolutely chaotic hellion when she was younger lol. I think she was probably even gruffer and harsher before the years mellowed her out a bit.

favourite episode/etc: When she stands by Ed's side when he exhumes the grave of the thing they created and doesn't leave him no matter how horrifying what's happening is.

brotp: Hohenheim!! I want to know so much more about their friendship. His conscious literally appeared as Pinako in his dreams.

best quote: can't think of one off the top of my head or find a good one, but she's got some great ones

head canon:

She met Hohenheim in a bar fight. She's also definitely the one who latched onto him and started dragging him around because this man couldn't make a friend (outside of the 50000 souls) if his life depended on it.

Buccaneer

do I like them: I do! Don't have very strong feelings on him, but generally like him.

good qualities: he cares about his men a lot

bad qualities: shrugs

favourite episode/etc: when he risked his life to go down into the tunnel and get his men back despite not knowing what was down there and also knowing that he might be sealed in there

brotp: him and Armstrong

best quote: can't think of any

head canon: honestly can't think of any

#ask

[lambourngb]

“i have thoughts about what Michael was doing to himself over the last year” If you ever want to share them… I love to read your thoughts on this show.

Aww thank you nonnie- I’m always low-key thinking about Michael and this show daily. Sometimes it is really, really sad thoughts - like maybe Max learned you could inject acetone for pain relief from arresting Michael during the lost decade and thinking he was looking at track marks- but instead Michael was trying to medicate his hand post-shed. 😭😭😭

Sometimes it’s just base level sad thoughts- like the fact that he was reading about Caulfield experiments, how they mute the powers of aliens, all by himself. Dumped by Maria, and Alex was gone... just Michael and the records of his mom’s torture all alone....

The things he does for family. 🥺😭

He had lost so much after crashcon, including income, which probably really freaked him out- but during the pandemic, people worked from home, no one was driving, no one was in need of vehicle repairs....yet at the other side of it, he emerged happy because he had his family back. His brother. After a year, he’s rebuilt the psychic connection with his family, they can feel each other, they know when someone is hiding things, his vibes for being hopeful about Alex are impossible to ignore by Isobel but that didn’t happen overnight.

So I have thoughts about that transition.

The first thing they learn, after they release Jones, is that Max is a clone. And almost immediately they stick him in a pod. You can tell that this revelation rocks Max, and from Michael's perspective, it also seems to ignite this fire into Max about being family, connecting to Michael & Isobel in a way to stamp his own identity as Max Evans, over Mr. Jones. [We know it’s Max confronting his failing heart and realizing he is living on borrowed time] In the meantime, Michael is getting everything he cut himself off from for over 10 years because of Rosa’s murder, his brother is back, and he is loathed to give it up.

So now Michael is faced with two desires- rebuild the cage that his mother built to contain Jones because they inadvertently destroyed her work, but also, delay that as long as possible, because he doesn't want Jones talking to Max again- that could end the happiness train, you know? Knowledge has never led to anything good in Michael's opinion.

To build the cage, he has to expose himself to the same feelings his mother lived under, that powerlessness. He has to place his hands on something that poisons his very being. And when I think about Michael experimenting with muting his powers to contain Jones, I wonder, does the experience remind him of the last time that happened to him? Sense memory of when Helena took Alex? And now that Alex is gone, out of sight, so there’s no way for Michael to go check on him other than maybe picking up his phone and hoping Alex texts back? [Please god tell me Malex texted during the timejump].

And as he completes his work with the cage, exposing himself to feeling cut off from his alien side, he has to reach out more and more to feel a connection, to the human side of family (through Isobel and Max) and of course his other family (Alex).

So I just have a lot of thoughts. Michael built a cage to hold an alien during that time skip, while he opened himself up to love again, to hope. I just rather enjoy the symmetry of that.

#season 3 spoilers #rnm 3x01 #michael guerin #rnm meta #i hope this makes sense #some headcanons #malex #hopeful malex thoughts #alex is about to enter his own cage

[thescarletsith]

I was thinking about TRoS... again. Another thought... another new ending:

If Rey had been written as the same character that she was written as in the previous films, I don't believe she would have been so quick to actually destroy Palpatine. Think about it - in FA, she was willing to sit and rot on Jakku waiting for her family to come back. In TLJ, she is still pining after that family, so much so that she ventures off into a place she knows is potentially dangerous per her vision of it just to see if she can find a clue to where her parents are. This lost family left a hole inside of Rey, one she's been desperate to fill. Even after finding out her parents sold her off as if she meant nothing and then died afterwards wasn't enough to make her succumb to darkness and lose all hope. Rey wants a family... period. Meeting her grandfather, no matter who he was, would have been something Rey wanted, so writing him off as her true enemy after a five minute conversation simply isn't likely.

Disney and Abrams wanted Rey to be Luke Skywalker so badly and they wanted to remake the OT more than anything else, yet they didn't even see the most obvious way to do it. Whenever Palpatine finished his speech and Rey was in a position to strike him down, she should have simply seen Ben and given him the lightsaber and then told Palpatine that she wasn't going to kill him. She'd tell him to abandon his darkness and return home with her. YES we as an audience would call BS on that and know for absolute certain that's something that'd never happen, as Palpatine has literally no redeeming quality, but Rey wouldn't know that. All she'd know is that's her grandfather, her family, and she'd want to pull him away from the darkness.

This scenario would leave the scene open to Palpatine striking Rey down with lightning just as he did to Luke, which would then lead to Ben destroying Palpatine once and for all, mimicking Vader's move in RotJ, and also bringing a definite, clear meaning to, "I will finish what you started."

This would also kill off the scene of Palpatine draining the Life Force of Ben and Rey's bond because, let's face it, what the hell does that even mean. It would scrap Ben getting thrown into the pit, it would prevent Rey from having her Iron Man moment, it would have validated the only meaningful lesson Luke taught her (some things are stronger than blood), which would allow her to see the value in herself and in the friends she's made after leaving Jakku behind, freeing her of the one thing that's always seemed to hold her back thus also allowing her to finally become what she is meant to be... AND it would have given Ben the chance to avenge the death's of... literally his entire family.

Then once Ben finishes off Palpy, he's strong enough to heal Rey and live after the fact. They have their moment, she returns to her friends and he goes his own way.

Flashes forward to Rey in the forest on the planet the Resistance base is located (the name escapes me) and Ben meets her there by using their bond to project himself to her. She asks where he is and what he's doing, tells him she's going to Takodana with the others to help rebuild Maz's castle and hopefully form a new sort of leadership within the galaxy. He tells her that he has to seek salvation his own way, atone for his sins and figure out his place in everything now and he must seek the Force for guidance to do so. And then he promises that one day, they'll meet again, and they'll never have to face another day apart when it happens.

Rey's final scene would be the oddly placed one that already exists in TRoS, of her staring hopefully into the forest as Poe approaches her and asks if she's ready to go. They all fly off in the falcon together to begin their new lives with each other outside of a war. And Ben's final scene is on Ahch-To, where he is meditating on the same rock Luke passed away on, and Anakin's lightsaber is shown on the ground beside him.

The final scene would be a slow fly-through of Mustafar, ending with a closeup of Vader and Kylo Ren's helmets nearing the lava before finally falling into it and melting away into nothing, signifying any darkness linked to the Skywalker name was destroyed in the same place it was created.

#ben solo #kylo ren #rey #reylo #star wars #rise of skywalker #ben solo deserved better #bensolo #the rise of skywalker #starwars

[and-there-were-words]

A Spider Life: Foundation Stones (Chapter 04)

First if all, huge thanks to @firekitten830 and her amazing annons for so many tasty HCs that inspired me to take the pen into hands to begin with. I’m still feeling the writing juices strongly, so expect more chapters during this week. Also headcanon heavy chapter ahead!

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Taking place during “Dumpling Destruction”, the rest of the Spider Gang blissfully unaware of a potential soupy doom.

Goliath understood that sometimes, certain tasks could not be solved with brute strength but instead required more finesse and stealth. Now that Huntsman was out on a mission, someone else seemed to grow a little more comfortable to be social. (Wordcount: around 1290)

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Ever since the disaster that had been the New Year’s festival, the strong spider had not left the tunnels of the Silk Web Cave. Mostly because he didn’t need to, but it wasn’t like he really cared to do otherwise either. It was great to be back home, and there was always something to do. He didn’t understood much of modern technology, he couldn’t be of help in that regard – still feeling so out of touch since he had woken up. So instead, Goliath made it his own little side project to repair and rebuild the old walls. There was a sense worry why the place looked so jagged and crumbled, but he felt like he would open an entire can of worms if he was to ask his Queen about it. Maybe another time when she felt like she could relax again.

Heaving rock after rock, pushing away boulders and slowly but surely the foundation stones became visible. Warmth filled his chest when fond memories came flooding back. The small palace they had created here, the few buildings they made as their base of operations – times when things had been more simple. When the Queen was able to just lose herself in her weaving, creating one masterpiece after another. When Huntsman wasn’t as overzealous to find the next adrenalin kick. Things had been so tense ever since… that day, Goliath feels, before they had to hibernate and left their safety in the Spider Queen’s hands. Basically leaving her all by herself for how knows long.

Something in the air shifted ever so slightly, so putting his own somber thoughts to the side, Goliath turned his head to find the source of it. The smaller man was watching him rather intensely, not saying anything as he just stood there with hands in pockets. He did call himself Syntax, right? The newest addition to the team, even though he didn’t knew how the scientist had joined prior. Their Queen didn’t mention it at all, this was just how things were now, and they had to simply accept that fact.

Huntsman had still been furious. After the first night, the hunter had pulled him aside and started his angry rant. In all honesty, Goliath had kind of zoned out after a minute and just let his buddy vent his frustration. He himself didn’t see any problem with this. Sure, maybe Syntax didn’t look quite right, maybe he was smelling like a human. But the more the merrier, right? The Queen had been rather picky of whom she wanted within her clan, so each new face was a joy. And it only meant that Syntax must bring astounding abilities to the table to have her favor.

Only now did Goliath notice that they still stared at each other in complete silence. The scientist hadn’t even coughed as much as a word, as if he was waiting for something. Goliath blinked a little bit before offering a small smile. “Can I help you, buddy?”

That got a twitch out of the other man, now looking ever so slightly flustered. Whatever Syntax had been waiting for, this clearly hadn’t been what he expected. He looked around, seemingly a little nervous, obviously trying to buy himself some time to mull over words. “What are you doing here?” A simple question, there was no bite behind it. Just curiosity.

“I am trying to repair the old palace. Wanna help?”, Goliath offered, stepping ever so slightly to the side, so the other had a better view on the foundation stones he had been uncovering. The scientist gave a little snort, tilting the head with a toothy grin. “Doubt I can lift any of that.”

Ah. Right, there was that. It already escaped Goliath’s mind that the man seemed to be lacking the physical strength or the skill in web manipulation. He thought about it without really thinking about it, if that makes sense, only to simply shrug. “That’s alright. I don’t mind if you just want to hang out either.”

That brought another flinch out of Syntax, as if he had been hit against the shoulder a little too strong. Now radiating a slight air of unease. Goliath raised a brow at how jumpy the other was. However to his satisfaction, the scientist moved closer, settling down on one of the smaller rocks. With that settled, the strong spider returned to his self given task. The only noises now filling this part of the cave, were his own grunts and heavy breathes, as he moved rubble to clear the place.

“Why aren’t you using any of your web? I know you’re capable of making them.”, it took Goliath a second to register that Syntax was talking to him again. Deciding this was a good moment to take a break anyways, the strong spider sat down, leaning against the cave wall. It was good that the scientist finally had found the courage to ask some questions he clearly had on his tongue for a while. Goliath had noticed ever since they met up in the city streets, but it wasn’t uncommon that everyone always seemed to forget how perceptive he was in the end.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he spun a few strings of silk between his fingers. Creating a little funnel. “My webbing is too thin to be used for such tasks. Is just something that’s in the family, you know?”, he pulled his fingers further apart, at some point the silk simply tearing. “Ain’t enough to weave clothing either, but that’s more of a me problem, I guess.”

Syntax had his brows raised at this revelation, first trying to find any sign that Goliath was simply messing with him, before looking back at the torn threads. It was endearing to watch how the gears in the scientist’s head were turning, trying to connect knowledge he had gathered by just watching before. He was almost hesitant to voice his next question, as if fearing that he was overstepping boundaries. “But Huntsman’s… you two are not related?”

He couldn’t help himself but burst out in a short laugh. Syntax's nervous twitching signaled him not to laugh for much longer. “Oh hell nah. Huntsman is from a complete different family, as is the Queen. What do people call it? Found family? It doesn’t matter where we are from, it’s the trust that makes our bonds strong.”, Goliath explained without a second thought. At that, the scientist seemed to deflate, almost curl up on himself. Ah, that had been a little tactless… considering how everything was standing between Syntax and Huntsman, this was obviously a bit of a sore spot. And a way more complex problem that needed careful entangling. For another day though.

Goliath scooched a little closer towards the small man. Raising some new strands of silk, offering them to Syntax. “Wanna try it yourself?” For a moment, he feared that the scientist wouldn’t move at all, or worse, just leave. But eventually, small hands picked up on the threads carefully, looking a little lost of what to do next. Goliath leaned in, giving him instructions on how to create a small woven square, while providing material if needed. Syntax almost seemed to beam at the simple creation, though he was quickly hiding it behind his more professional mask again.

“If you have any more questions about the stuff, feel free to ask.”, Goliath hummed, pleased when Syntax slowly nodded, mumbling a low: “I will… prepare a list.” It wasn’t much for now, but the strong spider still felt good that new foundation stones had been layed. Maybe it wasn’t too bad that they all had to rebuild their lives in some way or another.

#goliath is the emotional brain of group you cant change my mind #doesnt mean he is super empathetic but more so than other demons #lego monkie kid #lmk goliath #lmk syntax #lmk spider queen #lmk huntsman #headcanon

[nina-wrote-this]

Last Romance - One Shot.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You move on after Thanos’s Snap, but a ghost from the past still wants to make things right. 

Warnings: Sadness, break up and a lot of melancholic ;)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Hello, loveees! So, this is my first Bucky One Shot and I have this idea after having a dream with Sebastian Stan :) I also used two songs as inspiration: Long Break – Moody Woody and Último Romance / Last Romance – Los Hermanos (they are my favorite Alt-Rock Brazilian band). I’ll put the links below the GIF and if you want to listen while read, it will be an even better experience! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! If you find any typos, please let me know (English isn’t my mother tongue)!  

INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD!

Song’s links: Long Break - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGh_Iyw6fgI | Último Romance - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27TT85GA9VM 

Telluride, Colorado.

2 years after they come back.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bradley! Have a good night!” You gently said getting the heavy paper bags with all the fresh ingredients for your wedding anniversary.

“For you too, Darling! Enjoy your husband!” The old lady smirks.

“You can count on that!”

Your life was perfect now. After Stark’s death and all the story with Thanos, most part of the heroes and allies decide to get there retire, and you are one of this people.

You cross the country moving from the Avengers compound to a small town in Colorado, laying down your weapons and abilities and getting your brushes and canvas. At somehow, you were still trying to save people, but now using art.

And you have him. The man who give you more than you expect: love, safety, partnership and calm. Blake was amazing. You two rebuild yourselves together when everything happened.

Blake used to be an Interpol agent and his wife and daughter died in a car crash when the Snap happened, there uber's driver faded away and the car fell off a cliff.

You two found each other in the help group Steve used to organized. You moved in together, you grow together, you cried together and fight together against your own demons. Blake supported your decision to risk your life on the time travel and fight the battle even knowing that the first man you ever loved would come back. Blake would love you regardless of the choice you would have made.

And you choose Blake, he was your future.  

You drive through the shy suburb of the small town, and thank for being there.  

At the end of the street, was your house. A yellow wood little house in the middle of a large grassy rectangle, surrounded by hibiscus and white roses.  

Soon you get in, you start putting your plans in action. Pasta, broccoli, tomatoes, lettuce, Blake's favorite – weird – cheese, 3 bottles of wine. Cut, cook, wash, decorate, another glass of wine… shit, I can’t get high yet.

The music that was playing on the living room suddenly stopped and a strange familiar metal sound came to your ears.  

After years surrounded by wars, crazy insane Titans, Hydra and Shield, your mind was pretty fucked up. So, yes, a nosy sound was something to worry about.

You walked slowly following what was bordering your thoughts, but you didn’t have to do too much. Just few steps, and you see him in the corner of the room. I’ll always be in the shadows, babe. The memory of his voice hits your mind like a shoot.

“You scare me…” You took one last sip of your wine.

“Your place is beautiful.” His eyes were haunted and his voice come out like a whisper.

You nodded smiling.  

“How are you?” He tried to approach but stopped himself.

“Good. You know, retirement does me good.” You cross your arms, protecting yourself from your old feelings. “And you, how have you been? Still living in Wakanda?”

He faced the floor taking a deep breath.  

“I… I left Wakanda right after you…” He hesitated and you knew why. “I'm working with Sam now.”

You try to keep smiling, but your eyes meet with his, and you could read them like an open book: He was broken.  

James has a fucked up brain, he has his issues and Hydra problems, but the way he looked like now was something deeper. Years before, you saw this same look but was in your own eyes, every damn day, when you woke up and see yourself on the mirror.  

He was alone, he missed you.

“James, say it.” You broke the silence and he frowned. “You invade my house at the exact moment my husband isn’t. The only thing that motivated you to came here is because you probably have something to say. So, please… Just say it!”

“I miss you!” He didn’t even search for the right words. “And I want you back. I need you back!”  

“Don't!” You turn your back to him walking back to the kitchen. “Don't tell me you come here today to say this after all these two years, James.”  

For the first time he come closer to you.

“What did you expect?” He asked confuse. “Y/N, do you really think I'm doing this for fun? You know this isn't easy for me, talk about these things, and I know you can read me easily than anyone.” He said fast.

“James, I know you're in pain. But, if is hard for you, believe me, it’s two times harder for me.” You point your finger to him. "For you was like fall asleep for a couple of hours, but for us, for me, was and still being an eternity.” Tears already falling in the corner of your eyes.

“So, what was the purpose, Y/N? Bring me back, so you could feel good to yourself and return to your happy fake life?” His voice sounded disappointed and his metal arm fisted against the sink. “эгоистичный!”

Your heart broke in little pieces and the control was gone.

"Don't you dare call me selfish!" Your voice was cracking and the regret filled his eyes. "Did you really think that I left you because I don't love you anymore?"

He took a long breath, and you try to hide your tears.

“You still love me?” He gets closer to you without losing the fragile eye contact.

“Is this matter now?” Your eyes break the contact running the kitchen and your hands falling down in redemption. “Don’t hurt yourself, моя любовь.” You asked.

He placed his hands on each side of your face and bring to his chest. The cold of the leather jacket in contact with your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

Even knowing this was – at somehow – wrong, you let yourself relax on his embracing. James was warm, his muscles created a protective barrier around you and his fingers caressed your body looking for all the parts where your skin were naked for him. Your arms crossed around his neck and on tiptoes you barred your face on his shoulder.

“You cut your hair…” Your cracking voice whisper to him trying to break the tension, while you run your hand through his hair strands.

“Like you always suggest.” He smirked bringing you to face him. Yours foreheads touched and his eyes found your soul. “Come back, Y/N! I do anything to have you back, моя любовь…” His lips brushed against yours. “Whatever you want, just tell me, and we will do it, okay?”

For a couple of seconds, you imagined your life with James. Maybe both of you living in a big farm, waking up together, getting back the time you two lost. Kisses, shy touches, his overprotection full time, your crazy manias and his strange neuroses. Was perfect. Was much better than the time you guys lived in Wakanda.  

But was too late.  

You were sure you didn’t take the break up decision alone. You have asked him what life he wanted for himself and he choose to continue Steve's legacy, but you wasn’t available to live that kind of life anymore. Follow different ways was the best decision.

He tried to kiss you hardly, but you get back.

“I can’t, James…” You grabbed his black shit. “We can’t…” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. He felt the goodbye was happening again.  

The car's engine rumbled on the garage bringing you back to reality. Blake was arriving home.

“Y/N, we can…” James tried, but you knew what you have to do.

“Go.” You direct to the backyard door. “Now!”

“Where is my beautiful, lovely, super hot wife?” Blake screamed at the front door.

James leaves the house without looking to you, without any noise.

You clean the tears of your face, put on the best happy face and waited for your husband get in the kitchen.

“There she is!” His sexy voice said.

You turn around and there was Blake: dressed with his Professor social attire, flowers in one hand.  

Blake you’re perfect.  

“Hello, Mister sexy voice!” You kissed him slowly and intense.

But you’re not James…

He gets his hands free and finally hold you spinning around ourselves.

“You okay, honey?” He took a look on your eyes. “Looks like you cried, or something like that… Is everything good?”

Blake is perfect.

“Yes, honey!” You smile shooking your head and squeezing your eyes. “It’s just the wine!”

But he is not James…

The living player come back with the song. Último Romance / Last Romance, Los Hermanos. Your honeymoon song.

“Right on time!” Blake automatically pressed his body against yours and start following the music melody, singing slowly.

“I love you, Y/N. Happy wedding anniversary!” He kissed your neck.

“I love you too, honey. Thanks for everything…” You rest your head on his shoulder.

You two stayed on that moment, seams like forever. When your eyes find the kitchen’s window you locked on James's eyes, staring your perfect moment.

“E ninguém dirá que é tarde demais / And no one will say it’s too late

Que é tão diferente assim / That’s so different

Do nosso amor a gente é que sabe / About our love, is us who knows”

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A/N: What you guys think about some continues of this one shot? Maybe like, Y/N and Bucky's  time living in Wakanda, or Y/N’s wedding day, Y/N and Bucky’s break up... I really enjoy write this story ahahahah :) 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #Sebastian Stan #marvelfanfic #buckyoneshot #gifimagine #breakupstory #melancholic #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #avengersinfinitywar #avengers infinity spoilers #avengers endame spoilers #avengers endgame #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fluff #winter solider fanfiction #write fanfics #fanfic #winter solider x y/n #winter solider imagine #winter solider x you

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All The Stars {Tamaki Amajiki x Reader} - Chapter 5

Summary: Tamaki has been a sidekick at Fatgum’s agency for four years, going up in ranks and becoming Fatgum’s right-hand man. That’s when a transfer hero comes in, Y/n L/n. Born and raised in Southern America, Y/n comes to Japan for a fresh start and interviews and aces Fatgum’s interview. Partnered with Tamaki and Fatgum to get used to Japan, Tamaki finds her interesting, and can’t help the fact he wants to get to know her. As Y/n’s past slowly gets revealed, will her demons allow the two of them to prosper? 

A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW I’M LATE!! But I really wanted to proofread this cause I don’t know if I’m setting this up as I want to... I want this story to last and I wanted it to grow which caused me to write over 4k words, which makes this the longest chapter yet, this is how long I want to keep my chapters so it may take longer to get them out, so I wanted make sure I have everything set up so without further ado...

Word count: 4k words

Chapter 5 - A new chapter

“Welcome everyone, take a seat and we can get started.” Fat gum greeted everyone as all the major pro heroes in the cities filed in and took their seats. 

Fat gum took a deep breath before turning to Tamaki and Kirishima who were the two sidekicks he brought to the meeting. 

“We’re here to discuss the arising group, who call themselves Resist, my two sidekicks Red Riot and Suneater can catch everyone up to speed. 

Tamaki looked at Kirishima who nodded and turned in the PowerPoint they both slaved over the last two weeks. 

“We’ve been noticing a rise in flame and explosive based attacks all across Japan. They usually happen in places like shopping malls, college buildings, places where a lot of people convene in a confined space basically,” Kirk started to explain, pressing the button to bring up different reports of buildings on fire which included Tadashi Shopping Center. 

Tamaki took over the presentation at this point, “we’ve noticed that in the reports we receive about these attacks, all of the opposition had these jackets with a symbol either etched on the back and the chest. We believe this is what Resist uses to distinguish themselves from other villains, and anything with this type of organization needs to be squashed before it can grow. We’ve seen this type of thing before,” He explained before narrowing his eyes. 

“We don’t want a repeat of what happened those years ago. It’s taken a long time to rebuild hero society and it’s still on the rocks.” Tamaki finished his part before looking back at Kirishima to continue. 

“Since we know what symbol they use to distinguish themselves, that allows us to see when they pop up in cities and how many times they do as well. From what I found out, they never popped up in cities more than two times except for one, here in Esuha city.” Using the IPad, he flipped through the city and a map of Japan popped up. 

In all the other major cities, they had either a one or a two except for one, Esuha City which had a nine beside its point.”

“Oh wow,” a hero mumbled.

“Nine attacks? That’s crazy,” a female hero said. 

Tamaki started to speak, “with this, we hypothesize that Resist’s HQ is somewhere in the underground of Esuha city. This is the only evidence that supports this, and will be one of the main objectives of this meeting, figuring out where they reside so we can take them down.” 

“Wait, wait, wait, so we don’t know where they are?” A pro hero, Nova, asked, looking at Tamaki with skepticism. 

Kirishima stepped in, noticing Tamaki beginning to crack, needing a few minutes to collect himself again, he can only go so long before his thoughts intrude. 

“We only have an idea, the Fat Gum Agency already has heroes and sidekicks staking out possible locations where they might be but there’s always a chance that this lead may lead us nowhere. This leads us to one of the purposes of this meeting!” Kirishima ended with a smile and a thumbs up. 

His contagious smile made Tamaki feel a little better and he stood a little straighter and tapped the IPad to bring up the next slide. 

“The way they’ve been attacking reminds me a lot of The League of Villains and we all know how they’ve left a stain in Japan’s trust in Hero Society. Some of us in this room knew how hard it was fighting them,” Tamaki lamented, looking over at his partner and they both slightly nodded.

“We lost a lot of lives and a lot of good heroes with them, and we were lucky to prevail from that fight but everything changed with that fight. The fragile state that All Might left the country was crushed and the public hated most heroes. We need to squash any threat to what we’ve built over the years and that starts with Resist,”

 Kirishima and Tamaki remember the fight with the LOV, the screams, the blood, the bodies, the cleanup, the tears, waking up in a cold sweat for months on end. Tamaki remembers lifting some debris and seeing a bloody Barbie doll and throwing up in an empty alleyway. 

Both of them did not want to go through that again. 

“Okay, we get it, but honestly I just don’t see how this “Resist” organization is any trouble. They’re just blowing up buildings without any objective.” Another random local hero spits out, leaning against his arm. 

“You idiot!” 

Kirishima and Tamaki slightly smirked at who spoke up. The six-foot Explosion Hero: Ground Zero stood up, glaring at the man who just spoke up. 

“The League of Villains were like that too, just destroying with no objective, then they found one and that’s why heroes are looked at as fucking trash!” Katsuki Bakugou spoke up, slamming his hand on the desk. 

After Best Jeanist retired, he entrusted his agency to the loud ash blond man which shocked the rest of his sidekicks. Since then, he’s been his hero, signing on Denki and Mina after they had no agency to take them in. 

“I would know, me and Shitty hair,” he said, pointing at Kirishima, “we were there for a lot of them. We were also there when they found a purpose and that’s when they took me when I was still the first year. We underestimate them as we did with LOV and it could grow into a situation that we don’t want to see! Shouldn’t you fucking know this shit already?!” Bakugou finished before sitting down after Denki tried to calm him down. 

“Calm down Ground Zero, don't want you popping a blood vessel,” a cold voice called and everyone’s attention turned to the Half and Half hero who took over his Father’s agency once he graduated. 

After his father’s career was shot after the fight, his agency fell apart since Todoroki was still a first year. But as soon as he graduated, most of his father’s old sidekicks came back to him and his father even left the building to him. Deciding that he only knew his father since he interned and did his work-study there, he decided to revamp the agency as his own and remove the bad memories since then. 

“Come on guys, let’s not fight, this is a serious matter,” came the nervous voice Deku, the one everyone was looking at as the one who would replace All Might. 

He was the only one out of his class to start a hero agency right out of high school without having to inherit it, the rest of them becoming sidekicks. Izuku Midoriya replaced Hawks as the youngest pro hero ever. 

“Shut up Deku!” 

Kiri shook his head and facepalmed at his alumni antics. 

“Somethings don’t change, huh Kirishima?” Tamaki whispers to him which made the Unbreakable hero sigh and nod. 

“Alright!! Let’s get back on topic!” Kirishima yelled, clapping his hands to get the attention of his old classmates. 

“Sorry Red.”

“My apologies.”

“Tch, whatever Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima let out a breath of relief before looking over at Fat gum to take over the rest of the meeting. Fat gum nodded before smirking and rubbing his hens together. 

“Let’s get started.”

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Tamaki was ready to go home. Everyone was arguing about the best next steps to take to defeat this new organization and so far, no one was agreeing. Some wanted to start their investigations in their cities but some wanted to blow up every building until the “Resist Turds” showed themselves so we could kill them. 

Tamaki sighed as he slouched in his chair, listening to his boss and other pro heroes argue about their next move. 

“We can’t ignore this issue anymore, but that doesn’t mean we lose morals when it comes to this. Heroes and the public still have a rocky relationship and we can’t get into anything rash!” 

“What?!? What’s waiting? I say we find them right now and smoke them out!” 

“You haven’t changed at all.”

Tamaki looked over to the clock and noticed it was getting real close to 3:00 pm, they’ve been here for almost 2 hours and some of these hero’s had long trips to get to. Tamaki tapped Kirishima and Gat gum and showed them the time. Fat gum slammed his hands against the desk before standing up, effectively silencing the room of arguing heroes. 

“We need to decide before we get overtime and something happens in your cities. So what’s our verdict, because this isn’t the only meeting we’ll have, we’ll have more in the future that we need to prepare for,” Fat gum said. 

Everyone refused to look at each other in the eye, that was before Deku decided to speak up. 

“If so many, I believe that their HQ could be possibly located here end think that the Fat Gum Agency should focus all resources in finding said hideout, but that doesn’t mean that the rest of us shouldn’t look for clues,” He said, pointing to the screen. 

“For those whose cities that were only hit once, keep an extra eye out if they ever come back. Those cities who were hit twice, you all should go back to where they hit you and see if they left behind any clues. They aren’t as organized right now so now’s the time to stop them and give the public something to believe in again!” 

And just like that, like the future Number One Hero he was destined to be, he raised everyone’s spirits in this new mission. To eradicate the Resist before they gain a name as big as LOV.

Y/n sighed as she walked in the building, headphones blasting a Megan song. She waved hi to the receptionist before turning the corner and jogging to her office. Sipping in her She opened the door and turned the light to reveal her office. She’s been so busy with the rise of villains since the two months she’s been here, that she hasn’t had a chance to finally decorate her office the way she’s wanted to. She paused her music and pulled out her headphones to be able to take a better look at her workspace. 

It had a window in the right wall of the room and her desk right in front of, facing the front of the room. The walls were bare and painted white and the room littered with unopened boxes from things she ordered. She looked down at the bag of decorations she recently bought to complete the rest and smiled. 

“Alright, I got 2 hours before the meeting with Fatgum and the other heroes. I better finish this before then,” she mumbled to herself before walking over to the biggest Amazon box. 

She turned on her speaker and connected them to her phone before continuing the song she was listening to while she was walking in the agency. 

’Simon says, put your hands on hips’

She rapped along the song under her breath as she cut open the box that was her storage shelf. As she was pulling the wrapped contents, a knock sounded off from her door. It was so quiet that she almost couldn’t hear over her music. She lowered the volume before opening her door. 

Standing outside of it was Tamaki who was dressed in very casual clothes, a pair of jeans, and a white tee shirt. Y/n stood there surprised, not expecting the Manifest hero to stand outside her door. Last she heard of him, he was working with Fat gum with a major mission. But that's what she heard. 

“Amajiki-san! This is a surprise? What brings you here?” 

Tamaki jumped at her sudden answer but collected himself, “I have something to talk to you and Aoi-san, is he here?” 

Y/n shook her head, stepping out the way for him to allow him inside her office.

“Today’s both of our days off, he went to see his mom and I decided to use this to come in to finally set up my office after two months of being here!”

“No, no it's my fault, I should have contacted you before I came over,” he shook his hands in front of his face. 

She waved him off, “It’s okay, I wasn’t doing anything important. So what’s going on?” 

She hopped on her desk and sat down and gestured for Tamaki to come closer. Tamaki hesitated to say anything, but time was of the essence and Fatgum didn’t tell Tamaki that the pair had the day off. He was about to start to speak but he looked around the room and noticed different boxes scattered around the room and looked back at Y/n who was bending down to pick up tape she threw around the room. Tamaki’s ears turned red and he quickly looked away right as she stood up. 

“Sorry it’s a mess,” she huffed, balling up the tape, “I wasn’t expecting for me to have any guests.”

He waved her off, “no it’s fine? What’s with all the boxes anyway?”

Y/n walked over to the biggest box and turned it around to show the picture of her bookcase shelf which still wasn’t open. Tamaki saw this and looked around and saw other office supplies and decorations still wrapped in plastic and packing peanuts all over the floor. 

“I decided to use my day off to finally decorate my office the bay I wanted it to be, but I may have… overspent on somethings,” she trailed off sheepishly, taking in how many boxes were in the room. 

Tamaki saw how exasperated she was, it would take her a long time to assemble the shelf and it's already 2:30 pm. He was all finished with his paperwork and was gonna go home after telling the partners before going home. He wasn’t even that tired after all. So with a deep breath, he called out Y/n as she was cleaning the peanuts away from the chairs to give them a place to sit. 

“Hey, Y/n?”

She stopped, loving her things, and turned to look at Tamaki, “yes?”

“I have the rest of the day off, I’d… I’d be more than happy to help you with your office. If... if you’d let me?” His voice got significantly quieter as he spoke. 

Y/n’s eyes brightened up, running over to take Tamaki by the hands. 

“Really!”  She exclaimed, pulling him closer to her body. 

Tamaki blushed at this sudden movement, “tried” to move his body and nodded his head, yes to confirm what he asked her. Y/n squealed before pulling the violet-haired man in a full-blown hug. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am honestly CLUELESS when it comes to putting things together and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do it! This helps so much! Thank you!”

Tamaki’s face went red as a cherry as he tried his best to make his words conceit but his thundering heart, increasing body temperature, and his burning ears made that quite difficult to do. He gave her his best smile and she gave him an even bigger one back before dragging him to the biggest box. 

“Let’s get this over with, it’s the hardest one here.”

Together, the two of them opened the box and started taking the parts out. While the two of them set up her office, they got to know each other more, from him telling her about her times as a pro hero in America. 

“Yeah, America is so different from Japan,” she mused, ripping open the smaller boxes, “Here you get your license from the Hero Commission which is a branch under the Federal Government. You can work anywhere in the country! In America, you can only be licensed in the state you take your test in!” Y/n explained, grabbing the instructions to see which parts she had. 

“Wait, how many states are in America? I know there’s a lot,” Tamaki asked, making Y/n giggle and cover her mouth. 

Y/n shook her head, “there’s fifty of them, and I could only work in Texas, where I’m from.”

Tamaki shook his head, “but what if you’re out of the state and an emergency appears and they need help?”

Y/n shrugs, “I have to leave it to the heroes there, interfering could cause me to lose my job.” She laid out all the parts and counted in her head to make that all the parts were here. 

“When I’m not in my licensed state, I’m just a simple civilian with no permission to use their quirk.”

“America’s really different from Japan, I should have known though,” Tamaki let out a little chuckle as he said that. 

“Yeah, just the size of Texas is bigger than Japan. A different system is to be expected I guess,” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. 

She picked up the boards and the poles and started putting them together but for some reason, it wouldn’t go in. Feeling frustrated, she continued to struggle with the pieces, confused as to why they weren’t going in the hole. 

“Stupid piece of,” she hissed under breath as she continued to struggle, “you doing too much for me, just go in the thing!”

Hearing her mumble under breath in English, Tamaki turned around from building his own part to seeing Y/n struggle. He smiled slightly before getting up and walking to her. Y/n saw him move over to her and before she could process it, he grabbed the pieces from her. 

“No, I think it goes over here,” Tamaki reached over behind Y/n and flipped the pole, and slid it in the hole with no problem. 

Y/n smiled at Tamaki as he did the rest of the poles, doing it effortlessly. He was about to screw everything in whenY/n stopped him.

“I can do this part but thank you!” She grabbed her screwdriver from him and before she knew it, she placed a kiss on his right cheek. 

Oh lord, Y/n thought, her head running wild, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, what the fuck did I do?!!? Why the fuck did I kiss him???? Well, it was only on the chek, BUT FUCKING STILL!!

Tamaki was frozen, his face red. His heart pounded in his chest, and he stood there frozen. She just kissed him on the cheek, a kiss, her lips were on some part of his body. His face, his right cheek. A girl, a girl he liked. 

Y/n on the other hand took a deep breath before going back to her unfinished bookcase and continuing as if nothing happened. Tamaki looked at her quietly putting her shelf together before Tamaki decided he should do the same. They both didn’t mention what happened.

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“Oh yeah, Tamaki what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Y/n asked him, using the screwdriver to carefully tighten the screw in her new desk. 

Tamaki was pulled out of his thoughts, looked at her confused, before remembering what he had to talk to them about. Why he even came to her office in the first place. 

“It concerns both you and your partner, I was hoping he would be here with you since I didn't see him in his office,” Tamaki replied, standing up and stretching his back. 

“He’s using his day off to visit his mom,” she said, remembering the conversation they had while he dropped her off, “he hasn’t seen her in a while and he said he’s finally caught up with paperwork so yeah,” 

Tamaki nodded, not caring about what Aoi did. 

“But I’m sure I can relay to him what’s going on, so what’s up?” She asked, leaving on her desk for support from being on her feet all day. 

Tamaki nodded, “It’s about a case I’ve been working on, you remember your debut fight and the explosion at Tadashi Center right?” Tamaki started, going in his bag and pulling out his flash drive with a conceded version of his and Kirishima’s presentation. 

Y/n nodded, tilting her head at the question. He handed her the flash drive and began explaining what the mission was about and its ties to her debut fight and the attack in Tadashi Center

“We believe that the people who attacked during those two times are a part of the same organization, looking to gain the same infamy that the League of Villains gained. You know about the League right?”

She nodded, “anyone who has access to news worldwide knows who they are. They left a hole in Japan’s hero society, a ginormous one.” 

Tamaki nodded, “and we believe this group is trying to continue what they left and destroy society as we know it. This is what I’ve been working on for a while and we are finally making some moves. This is where you and Aoi-San come in,” Tamaki reported. 

“Comes in?”

Y/n used her fingers to replicate quotes as she said this. Tamaki nodded. 

“Your quirk is the most effective, the ability to swallow fire and make it your own, you’ll become a big help if more explosions ever come up. Aoi-San comes as extra backup, never go wrong with extra hands, c-considering he’s your part-partner,” Tamaki finishes, sweating profusely when he mentions Aoi as your partner. 

“So out of the sidekicks here, you want me and Aoi to join you?” 

Tamaki nodded, “we’ll have other heroes from other agencies join us, we didn’t want to take any chances with them, so we made sure that we made other heroes who were affected aware of this. This was a last-minute decision made by Fat gum after seeing reports on how you were able to put out the flames in less than 5 minutes. ”

Y/n stared at him with a look he didn’t recognize, he could feel his heart pound at that. 

Oh no, did I say something wrong?!? Oh no, I didn’t mean to offend her, what do I do?! This so weird, why the fuck do I do- Tamaki’s thoughts started to overrun him again, he almost fell into the deep put before hearing low chuckles echo through the office which pulled him out of his thoughts. 

Tamaki looked at Y/n with confusion as she continued to laugh. She then stopped laughing and jumped off the desk and stretched her back out. 

Y/n nodded her head in understanding, mumbling under her breath, “that makes sense.” 

Tamaki perked up, “so you’ll join us?”

Y/n blinked at him, confused at what he said, “I had a choice?”

It was Tamaki’s turn to look at her confused, why would she think she doesn’t have a choice in this? Tamaki ignored this and just nodded his head. Y/n smiled at that and gave him a thumbs up. 

“I’m all in! And I’m sure that Aoi would be perfectly okay with it, I’ll make sure of it!” She exclaimed. 

Aoi? He thought to himself, deflating slightly before giving Y/n a last nod and turning to leave. As he did that, he heard a gasp and Y/n asking for him to wait. Tamaki turned back around, heart pounding in anticipation and he started to sweat. 

“Ye-yes?” He stumbled out, cursing at himself. 

She smiled before handing him her phone with ‘New Contact’ pulled up.

“I’ve wanted to ask you for your number for a while because I think your quirk would be very suitable for some training together?” She smiled, crossing her arms. 

Tamaki still didn't say anything as she pushed herself up from leaning against her desk and picked up her phone. She typed away at it before handing it to him. 

He stared at it confused before realizing he was supposed to put his number in it. He quickly grabbed the phone and typed in his number and his name before handing it back to her. 

“H-here you go.”

Y/n smiled and took her phone back, tapping away at it before putting it away, “thanks! I’ll text you?” 

Tamaki's eyes widened and his ears went cherry red, “yeah, just...just text me.” He stumbled out before heading to the door

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXXI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Pain and Sadness

(15x01/15x02)

Hi! We reached the las season from Supernatural!

This is a summary of my metas from season 15, with some new additions after the end of the show.

You can find my metas from these two episode here: X, X , X, X, X , X, and X.

They Keep Fighting

We started season 15 with Destiel driving us to their big fight.

The bickering the sarcasm, is all over between Dean and Castiel.

Talking about frames and visual narrative, also symbolism in the dialogues, we have Sam and Dean in the same page about taking decisions, and Castiel in disagreement. This was deliberately written to show us how Dean and Castiel are walking away from each other.

This scene...

Gifset credit @agusvedder

It shows the mood. It also drives our attention to Castiel's intentions to separate humans from angels, he did it too when he explained Jack that Dean and Sam will die someday. And it will be linked to the very end of the show, in Wich Castiel and Jack are in another high level by rebuilding the Universe and Dean and Sam remain in Heaven.

Another scene was this one:

Gif set credit @wnterfalcon

Even when Dean is so mad At Castiel (in fact, he's mad with himself and he just put all that shit over the man he loves... Things that people used to do) even when he is mad at him, he can't stop checking on him. Because he knows Jack's death hit him strongly, and also, seeing his son being possessed by a filthy demon, it's breaking his heart. But Dean cuts his attempt of talking himself. And of course, Belphegor will mock Castiel about it.

About Belphegor, the Demon of the Divorce

At first I thought he was behaving sarcastically, as a very weird matchmaker between Castiel and Dean, but this was because he represents divorce.

He was enjoying Dean and Castiel fighting like a couple in a crisis for sure. He even will mock about Dean being handsome (indirectly Castiel being handsome). Two beautiful men in love.

Belphegor: Okay. Cool. So, people are, like, crazy good-looking now, eh?

Dean: What?

This observation is linked to season 13: "They're equally beautiful". Belpjegor is trying to mock Castiel and Dean's beauty.

Belphegor: I mean, the last time I was on Earth, I mean, I was human. Ah, it was a while ago. I mean, but, you know, we were all worshipping this giant rock that looked like a huge penis, and... Anyway, folks back then, you know? Had a lot of humps. I mean, a lot. Look at 'em now. I mean, look at you. I mean, you're, uh, you know, gorgeous.

Dean: What? Okay. When are you gonna get out of that body?

The mention of a phallic statue, and people worshipping it, is symbolically talking about Dean and Castiel being in love, passionately in love, with each other. The desire of being together. And then again, he turns to Dean's beauty. All of these comments made Dean very uncomfortable.

Another things about Belphegor enjoying the Destiel Quarrel...

First of all, let's pay attention to the spell and it's ingredients:

This spell is related to season 8 spell to close Heaven! And it's not the only reference to season 8.

And the explanation of why that heart belonged to Dean:

This has to do with the break up in episode 15x07 but also with Castiel dying in episode 15x18.

Closing this episode I want to mention two more things:

Nobody understood Castiel's silent pain, not even Dean. Castiel had to suffer seeing a demon possessing his son but also, he will have to see his body burn.

Another important reference to season 8 besides the spell was the Mausoleum with Carver's name on it.

It was a clear call back to Carver's era, to the crypt scene THE I LOVE THAT NEVER WAS because we will have ANOTHER NOT SAID ILY in this season from Dean.

And these so many call backs to season 8 not just in this season but the reminder of PURITY in season 14 with Michael are linked to the incoming Purgatory 2.0 and more Destiel.

We Are Real

Episode two, we had one couple as a Destiel mirror at the beginning, but it ended up in tragedy, just like our Destiel love story will en in 15x18.

We also had Ketch and Rowena, and Ketch dressed in pink (happiness) showing us that love can be real in wartime.

Another important scene after watching how Dean and Castiel kept working in separated teams ,was the one Castiel tried to give Dean his faith back.

CASTIEL: Ball, right. I didn't tell you about Jack, and then after what happened with your mother...

DEAN: Don't.

CASTIEL: You're angry.

DEAN: Yes, I am angry. At everything. All of it.

CASTIEL: All of it?

DEAN: This mess... all the messes. It turns out that we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. What do we have to show for it, huh? Tell me you don't feel conned. God's been lying to you, Cas, forever. You bought into the biggest scam in history.

Dean is angry for everything, but mostly, because he feels all his life has been a lie. Something written for Chuck. So he's afraid things he thought were real, are not. Like his love for Castiel. So he needs to know if Castiel is angry too. Aren't you angry that what we feel for each other is not real?

CASTIEL: You don't think I'm angry? After what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack. But that doesn't mean it was all a lie.

DEAN: Really?

Dean needs to believe again. If not all was a lie, it could mean...?

CASTIEL: Chuck is all-knowing. He knew the truth, he... he just kept it to himself.

DEAN: Well, now that his cover's blown, everything that we've done is for what? Nothing?

Dean pushes again all his fears. He needs an answer that satisfy him.

CASTIEL: Even if we didn't know that all of the challenges that we face were born of Chuck's machinations, how would we describe it all? We'd call it "life". Because that's precisely what life is. It's an obstacle course, and maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race. We made our own moves. And mostly, we did well with that.

DEAN: Did we? I'll tell you what we do know. Nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we've lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. I can't.

And because Dean keeps pushing, Castiel gives him the answer he needs, the answer about them, TFW, bus mostly, about Dean and Castiel:

CASTIEL: Dean. You asked, "What about all of this is real?" We are.

If this is not romantic, then what else can be?

To Conclude:

The beginning of season 15 started by deepening the incoming Destiel big fight.

All is unhoped, pain and Sadness. Despair.

But those three words said by Castiel "We are Real" gives the hopes we need.

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