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frank-o-meter · 1 year

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An interesting article. Some key points:

Sully is the textbook example of a white savior.

The Na’vi are not portrayed as indigenous peoples. But instead colonialist’s fantasies of what indigenous people are like.

The Na’vi are are the embodiment of the Noble Savage” trope.

While intending to flatter the Na’vi, it patronizes them and depicts them as less than human.

#james cameron #avatar #noble savage trope #white savior trope #patronizing #Na’vi #Sam worthington #indigenous people #alien world

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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his tongue 👅

YES. This man and his tongue.

What That Tongue Do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't get why you're attracted to an actor who plays him in another world, but he's happy to remind you what his tongue can do. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Multiverse discussion, Sebastian Stan and his tongue, d/irty talk, implied o/ral (f. and m. receiving), jealousy, humor, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: It's Sebastian Stan's birthday and this is my take on Bucky discovering his existence. And for the Bucks and Noble server, a quick position mention. Hehe. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“I don’t like him.”

You chortled as you turned in your chair to face Bucky, amusement twinkling in your eyes as his nostrils flared. “Why don’t you like him? That’s you. Well. Kind of. His name is Sebastian Stan.”

Bucky honestly couldn’t remember at this point if Tony had played around with something or if Wanda joined in and tampered with an experiment, but the monitors showcased what they were told were different versions of themselves in various worlds and dimensions. And you, his girlfriend, zeroed in on the screen where some punk who admittedly looked similar to him couldn’t stop showing his tongue and licking his lips.

Everyone else left quickly after that.

Does this guy have an oral fixation or is he a slut? Not that I would shame him if he is, but I don’t like how you keep looking at it.

“That is not me,” he stated, crossing his arms with a defiant glare. Had it been his old metal arm instead of the upgraded vibranium one, the distinct “whir” sound would’ve filled the room from how hard he clenched his fingers. “He’s a punk.”

“Steve is a punk. Seb is an actor,” you corrected him.

“Oh, it’s ‘Seb’ now. The punk has a nickname.”

“He is not a punk,” you giggled, the sound bringing a small smile to his face before he raised a lip at the screen.

I know punks and he’s a fucking punk. He can’t fool me. He looks shorter than I am. Why does his hair look so good after a fight? That’s not realistic. I have to admit, they got the likeness of the arm pretty close. Wait, do I make those facial expressions? Why are you smiling at his nose crinkle?

“His tongue is out. AGAIN. I swear he’s doing it on purpose,” he snarled when your head whipped back toward the monitor. “Seriously?! You’re looking?!”

“Only because he looks like you, Bucky!” you said innocently, facing him again. There was nothing innocent about it. The moment that guy’s fucking tongue moved, you clenched your thighs together. The only one he wanted you to do that for was him. “And like I didn’t hear you groan when you saw the Earth 314 version of me.”

That is not the same because I don’t love her. I love you.

“Fine. So, he’s an actor,” he grumbled as you got up and did your best to block out the view of the faces behind you. “And he ‘plays’ me?”

“Yeah, he does. In that world, James Buchanan Barnes, and pretty much everyone here that you know, are comic book characters brought to life. He plays you in the movies. Oh, they made a show, too. About you and Sam.”

What kind of world is that?

“Sam and I in a show together? That would never work.”

“It does in their world,” you said, touching his cheek and bringing his attention back to you and your loving smile. “Stop giving the television that death stare, please? Those monitors are shutting down in the next few minutes and we’ll never see those faces again.”

“Please. You think Stark didn’t find a way to keep that Earth’s video on a loop to taunt me at any given moment?”

Things were better between Bucky and Tony after what happened in Siberia, but the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, according to the actor who portrayed him, liked to give him hell from time to time. It was usually in good fun. Usually.

“So, I shouldn’t tell you it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday today?” you asked, sucking your lips in as you tried not to giggle.

His nostrils flared again as he took a breath. He was a war hero. The former Winter Soldier turned Avenger. He was not about to be jealous of some actor in another dimension that you’d never see. “Why do you know that?”

“Because the information is right there,” you said, pointing over your shoulder. You had the decency to not turn around. “He was born on August 13th, 1982, in Constanta, Romania and he-”

Your eyes widened as Bucky gently shoved two vibranium fingers into your mouth, pushing them deep enough to make you pause. “Stop talking about the man who can’t keep his fucking tongue in his mouth.”

With a moan, you wrapped your mouth tighter around the digits and bobbed your head. You already choked on him once today. Maybe you’d do it again. Seeing that guy with the bright blue eyes though, he wanted to give you a firm reminder of what he could do to you with his tongue.

Why lust after him when you have me to worship you?

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked as his fingers slipped free.

You began to laugh before he tilted your head to kiss your neck, the sound shifting to a moan. “I don’t like his tongue, Bucky. I like yours.”

“Not good enough,” he murmured against your skin, trying to go slow when he was two seconds away from ripping your clothes off and bending you over the console. “I need you to love my tongue.”

“I do,” you whined, palming him through his pants. “Love when you get it nice and deep, just like your cock. Or when you thrust your fingers in and flick my clit with the tip of your tongue. Make me drip until I’m practically a puddle and you still don’t stop.”

“You and that fucking mouth,” he groaned, laying you back as best as he could and sliding your skirt up. The growing stain on your panties made him twitch and he told himself it had nothing to do with the actor who played his part well. It was all him.

“Remember the last time you ate me out?” you asked, biting your lip as he slid your soaked underwear down your legs. As much as he wanted to shove them in your mouth because he loved making you taste yourself, he didn’t want to smother a single sound. “You had me ride your face and it wasn’t enough. You spun me around after the first orgasm and kept your tongue inside when I got my mouth on your cock.”

That position deserves more attention.

“It’s never enough. I always want more,” he said, taking in the glistening lips of your pussy as he glanced down at what belonged to him and licking his lips as he ran a finger along the slit. “If you could eat yourself out, you’d understand why I love being buried between your thighs.”

“I’ll settle for your cock,” you said as he sank to his knees, a shuddering breath leaving your body. “And I’ll also settle for your tongue first.”

“Should make you beg for it,” he said in a low voice, taking a long lick and groaning at your taste. Sweet and a bit tangy, a hint of your essence coating his taste buds and daring him to have more. “Should slap this pretty pussy and remind you exactly who it belongs to.”

“It’s yours. It blelongs to you, Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. No one else,” you said, your hand shooting out to grip his long hair and twist the stands. “Get your tongue or your cock in me. I’m begging you.”

Bucky smirked, watching your hole clench around nothing. He’d fill you up the way you need. “That’s my good girl. Gonna make a mess all over this. Might make you lick it up when we’re finished.”

“Not to interrupt?” Steve’s voice rang out over the room speaker as Bucky gripped your thighs. “But I think the speaker is on and we can kind of hear everything?”

And you’re telling us now?!

“Stark has bet me twenty bucks that your lady will call out Sebastian’s name when you bring her to orgasm,” Thor chimed in. “Just so you know, my friend, I have the utmost faith that you will please her.”

You let go of Bucky’s hair to cover your mouth, your body shaking with laughter when he growled.

Of course, I fucking will.

“Make it forty bucks, Point Break. Ha. Bucks. Bucky. Yeah, get to it.”

“You heard the man,” you said through your laughter, not at all embarrassed by the commentary. “Get to it.”

Taking one last look at Sebastian’s face on the screen, Bucky smiled in determination and did exactly that.

Happy Sinday! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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prying-pandora666 · 9 months

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FULLY ANIMATED PREVIEW! Young Iroh vs Kid Ozai Episode: Legacy of Fire

I promised you guys the full previewed didn’t I? Made for @book4air - a project bringing Book 4 of ATLA to life!

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freakymcnastys · 18 days

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who we write for <3

✫= platonic only

9-1-1 + Lone Star

-evan buckely, eddie diaz, howie han, bobby nash✫,albert han, lou ransone, may grant ✫ , TK strand, marjan marwani, carlos reyes.

supernatural

-dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, meg masters✫, rowena macleod ✫, jack kline ✫, kevian tran, donna hanscum ✫.

nirvana

-kurt cobain, dave grohl, krist novaselic ✫.

the walking dead

-rick grimes, negan smith, carl grimes, maggie greene, glenn rhee, daryl dixon, carol peletier ✫.

outer banks

-jj maybank, sarah cameron ✫, rafe cameron.

marauders

-sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, petter pettigrew ✫, lily evans ✫, (also poly!marauders).

daisy jones and the six

-dasiy jones, billy dunne ✫, graham dunne, warren rhodes, eddie roundtree, simone jackson ✫.

marvel cinematic universe

-peter parker, bucky barnes, nick furry ✫, loki, wanda maximoff ✫, marc spector, steven grant, jake lockely, matt murdock.

criminal minds

-spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss ✫, penelope garcia ✫, jennifer jareau ✫.

doctor who

-the 9th doctor, the 10th doctor, rose tyler, donna noble.

- love always, kat + devina <3

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beananacake · 9 months

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My Crown Upon Your Head (Ch. 2)

Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: When an arranged engagement between Prince James of Brookland and Princess Natasha ushers the discovery of the existence of a marriage contract between you and said prince, you readily agree to a divorce for the sake of the kingdom. At first, you had been willing to be separated from Prince James but as you spend more time with your husband, you begin to feel things that are forbidden. It does not help your case when James shares the same sentiments. As you combat the emotions that excite and scare you, the discoveries you make of the people that surround you make you suspect there is something else at play...

WC: 4.9K

Warnings: period-typical misogyny, 18+ for delicate issues, mentions of war, Sam and Bucky are slightly out of character but let's just say it's for the sake of the fic, more of exposition in this one, large chunks of paragraphs, badly translated language

A/N: I will officially OPEN a TAGLIST! I cannot keep a fixed schedule for updating MCUYH so anyone who wants to be included, just comment down on the fic or maybe send me a message (my ask box is being annoying so it's useless atm). Please enjoy!

It was an unusual request that you asked for lemons and lavenders with your writing materials but they delivered. You merely said that they were for you to bite on but truly, the lemons were for writing a message that only your father could decipher. What was once a simple trick your father had taught you during your travels was now your only means of communicating with him without the rest of the palace knowing. You had only used it for important missives and what else could be more important than for your father to know that you had been married to the prince and that you were to be kept to the palace indefinitely.

You wrote carefully, telling him to keep the information to himself. You had no ambitions of being a princess and the irony of you being one—or being deemed ambitious by the Grand Duke—was not lost on you. You kept your secret message short and concise, and you also told him no promises of future missives lest you be found out. Once you were finished with the lemon ink, you let it dry and took to writing the obvious message with ink. You scribbled, in between the lines written in lemon juice, your request for your trunks, writing implements, and the many books you were supposed to be reading. The visible letter was short and direct and you sealed it with wax and a sprig of lavender—your unofficial insignia—so your father would immediately know that the message was from you.

When you have sent your letter, you met with the Head Housekeeper. She assigned to you a personal lady’s maid and had two girls prepare a bath for you and another to bring you an appropriate change of clothing. The Duke of Queensfield is bound to arrive by nightfall and the King will not want his guest to appear unprepared, she had said as she looked at you sternly. You cannot find fault in that; you still smelled like the salt of the sea and you did not want to further scandalize people with your unusual choice of clothing.

“What shall I call you, miss?” asked the maid—Wanda, she replied when you asked of her name—as she scrubbed your shoulders with warm water and simple soap. You had told her that you were fine with bathing yourself but the surprise on her face made you realize that you had made a terrible faux pas. Of course, guests of the king were expected to be waited on hand and foot.

“Y/N, please,” you replied. “I am all but noble so please do not burden yourself with titles to call me. If you are uncomfortable with calling me by my name, you can continue calling me ‘miss.’”

“I must confess, miss, I am inexperienced as a lady’s maid. I had only been an apprentice mere months before the queen passed.” Wanda told you humbly.

“I do not have my own personal lady’s maid.” You told her in confidence. “All that you do is of great help to me already.”

Wanda’s eyes were owlish on her face when she turned to you in surprise. She was a beautiful little thing despite the frailness and pointedness of her features. Her hair, an enviable shade of titian, was pulled severely in a bun on her nape and gave her a look that was beyond her years. The softness of her accented voice, however, betrayed the maturity of her features—she could not be any older than twenty.

You smiled gently at her. “I am unbearably common, Wanda.”

“It is rare for the king to house a common guest, miss, if you do not mind me saying.”

“I find my situation quite uncommon for a commoner like me.” You let her wash off the lather. “Your accent. It is familiar but I cannot place it.”

She paused in her ministrations, looking at you once more with her green eyes, before returning to her task. “I was from Sokovia,” she said simply.

Was. Such a simple word but it conveyed a thousand griefs. You knew of Sokovia, of the disaster that had been wrought by powerful countries at war. Sokovia was not at fault for existing in between two quarrelling nations. It was unfortunate to have been in the middle of it all. It had been all too sudden; the call for war happened unexpectedly that they had not amassed an army in time to defend themselves. It was the decimation of its capital city of Novi Grad that had put an end to the existence of such small but promising land.

“Forgive me.” You touched Wanda’s hand, squeezing it gently to convey your sympathies. “I would not have asked if I had known.”

“It is of little consequences now. My home is now here, in Brookland. To work for the kingdom is an honor, miss.”

You smiled gently. “Our monarchs are kind and just.”

“Yes. Most especially the queen, may her soul rest.” She hummed a regret-filled sound. “When she died, the whole kingdom was devastated. Since then, the king had been in poor health. He is worried for the kingdom’s future should he soon follow his wife.”

You let her dry you and bring your chemise before you pressed on with more of your questions.

“Is the prince incapable of ruling?” you asked as you adjusted the cotton garment against your body.

You had known princes were schooled into being future monarchs since their infancy. Perhaps Prince James was otherwise engaged in other matters, especially in that of being a soldier.

Wanda laced your stays as she replied.

“Prince James is very capable, miss. However, the king has stipulated that the kingdom be ruled by a king and a queen. He has to marry before he ascends the throne.” She passed you a modesty petticoat and, once worn, fastened a heavy hoop skirt around your waist.

Of course. It was the very reason you were called for, after all. Your presence had been a great hindrance to the future of the kingdom. With you still legally wed to the prince, he would not be able to marry the Grand Duke’s niece.

“Does he have a bride he wishes to wed?” you asked, bobbing as she brought another two more petticoats and the outer skirt overhead. “Are your privy to that information?”

Any woman, noble or not, would be curious about the future queen of the kingdom. Even one married to said prince.

“The Grand Duke’s niece, miss. It is said she is a Princess from Russia.”

A princess. It was now truly understandable why the Grand Duke was irate with you. Who else was a better match for the prince than a princess?

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you remembered James’s intense gaze. He had looked over at you appreciatively even in your disheveled state, and you had reacted in a way that had only been shown in Shakespeare’s comedies. There was a flutter of excitement that coursed through you at the sight of his appraising eyes—heady, potent, foreign; it made you feel silly. You knew you were flustered when you had looked at him, felt the heat rise and color your cheeks, and you made an utter fool of yourself by giving an ungraceful curtsy. You were often calm and collected in the face of royalty, always poised and proper, and in that moment, you stumbled. All because of your husband.

Oh, dear.

You needed to stop calling him thus, even in your thoughts. The king would have you punished if he ever caught you referring to the prince as your husband.

Wanda rearranged the many petticoats under your skirt before running a flat palm down to keep it in place. She took a similarly colored bodice and fastened its buttons at your back. You faced the mirror and stifled a gasp when you saw your reflection. The dress was a confection of delicate lace and beautiful pink silk taffeta. The bodice was left bare, save for the intricately made neckline. Seed pearls and violet-hued gemstones were sewn with gold thread in elegant, floral motifs across your chest. Lace as delicate as a spider’s web cascaded just beneath it, fluttering at the slightest touch of the wind. Short, puffed sleeves of the same pink taffeta and cream-colored lace were gathered with a delicate pink bow on your arm. The layers of flounce that encircled the skirt may have dated the dress to the fashion of the yesteryears but it did not diminish the inherent beauty. It was simple yet opulent; it was a testament of Brookland’s quiet riches. And it fit perfectly as though it was made for you.

“Oh, how beautiful,” you gushed. It was a dress fit for a royal. “But I feel I am not fit to wear it. Such a dress would be missed by its owner. I am perfectly fine to receive a simple frock.”

“The late queen did not have much simple dresses, miss,” Wanda remarked as she bent down to fasten your shoes.

“I beg your pardon?” You must have misheard. Surely, the palace would not have lent you a gown from the late queen’s personal closets. “You mean to tell me this belonged to Queen Winnifred?”

“Yes, miss. Our Sunday’s bests are not fit to be worn to a receiving of the Duke of Queensfield, and the Head Housekeeper’s dresses would not have fit you properly without being taken in. This dress seemed the most fitting to present to you.” Your maid replied innocently.

Of course. If only your trunks had arrived during your bath, you would have a choice of dress albeit not as elegant as the one you were in. It is only a matter of clothing, Y/N. Princess Shuri had even lent her ceremonial robes to me when I needed them, you thought to yourself. Yes. There was no need for you to worry overmuch with your appearance. In the meantime, you would relish the feel of wearing Brookland’s fineries on your body.

“The Grand Duke, he is not a Brook,” you said when you sat before your vanity.

Wanda had insisted to style your hair and you agreed, knowing a simple plait would not be appropriate for meeting the prince’s cousin.

“No, miss. He was a part of the Sokovian nobility.” Wanda replied as she combed and pinned your hair.

“I see. Was he the highest ranking official who had been exiled here?”

“I do not think so. Although, he had been the only one who wished to serve the king.”

It was no wonder why his niece had been chosen as the prince’s bride. If the saying was true—that the Sokovians were unfailingly loyal—then the king could not have chosen a better future queen for the kingdom. It was another reason why you must divorce the prince as soon as you can.

You dismissed Wanda when she had finished with your hair but not before thanking her for her help. You strode out of your room with a new sense of purpose. Any book on the politics of the kingdom would be a great help to you and to this predicament you put yourself in. The palace library would have housed these scholarly books you needed.

You had a vague memory of where the library was, supposing it hadn’t been moved in the last twenty years since you had been here. You recalled it being situated near the gardens on the east of the grand staircase, with ornate double doors of gold gilding. Portraits of the current royal family and ones of the prince should be hung on either side of its entryway. You went down the grand staircase and headed right, smiling politely at the stunned footmen who hastily opened the doors to the library for you.

The scent of wood and books assaulted your nose before you saw the richly decorated library. Dark oak shelves were teeming with books of all shapes and sizes and it reached up to the grandly decorated ceilings. There were murals of heavenly bodies painted on the dome, of vibrantly colored scenarios that told of religious histories and Brookland’s myths and legends, and each panel was artfully done as the next one. Arched windows with views of the palace gardens gave ample lighting to the otherwise dark room. In the middle of it all lay two opulently carved long tables; each bearing candles, sheafs of paper, and writing materials. A mezzanine wrapped around the room; the shelves on it housing even more volumes. At the opposite side, a cavernous marble fireplace blazed generously.

On any other time, you would have perused every title of the books held within but for now, you settled for any book on Brookland’s laws and constitution. You walked over to the section of the library where you assumed housed those books and, pulling out one on the subject of constitution, settled by a window as you started to read.

You were not educated much in Brookland’s laws but you knew that the volume you were reading had been outdated, evidenced by a passage saying that land disputes must be settled with blood through fisticuffs to the death. It was barbaric and antiquated and it made you go to the mezzanine to find another book that may have held the answers you were looking for.

A tome on matters regarding matrimony caught your eye and you pulled it out. It was dated to the last century but still, it was recent enough for you to study. You opened it to the contents table and scanned its pages as you slowly came down the spiral steps.

“Mein Gott!”

A rustle of papers made you look up and to the eyes of Grand Duke Zemo. He stared at you in alarm, his skin turning a deathly pale that you had not realized was possible for someone of his complexion. His mouth was hung open in shock and his hands trembled as the papers wafted from them.

You quickly executed a curtsy to the surprised man. “Your Grace.”

“Wie konntest du hier sein? Du bist tot!”

His eyes were wide and unseeing; his gaze passed right through you.

“Are you all right, Grand Duke?” You asked worriedly.

You stood there, unmoving; afraid that suddenly doing so would spook the already-terrified man. It had been some time before a noise disturbed the eerie silence of the library. The loud cracking of the fireplace from behind you effectively shook him from his stupor.

He blinked in rapid succession, the glazed look in his eyes vanishing as he saw you. Color returned to his cheeks until they were tinted an angry shade of red. “I thought I had seen Queen Winnifred.” He whispered harshly.

“Forgive me.” You said, although you did not know why. It only seemed to be the appropriate response at the moment. You flattened a hand down the front of your dress. “My trunks had not arrived and the Head Housekeeper had offered for me to wear Her Majesty’s dress.”

He stared openly at you, his sharp eyes roaming about your figure. Gooseflesh prickled at the trail his eyes left on your skin. He finally turned away to pick at his fallen items and you stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to dismiss you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked instead as he placed his items on the table.

“I was hoping to find something to read, Your Grace.” you replied, watching as he lit a candle. “There was a book on the constitution of Brookland—”

He raised a disbelieving brow as he glanced at you. “First, you marry the prince and now, you wish to learn more about the laws of the land?”

His question oozed incredulity and judgement.

“What shall be next? You will turn us out of the palace?” He scoffed. “Do not fancy yourself helping us out of this problem. You have made one mistake already, girl. God knows you would be creating another one for me to solve.”

You kept silent. It was unjust of him to think of you so, especially when you and he were towards the same goal. You did not want to remain married to the prince for long—heaven knows you were not brought up for such a task—but Grand Duke Zemo did not have to be nasty in his refusal of your help.

“Find some light reading,” he said. “Girls like you cannot comprehend the legislations of the land. There is a book on flowers that I find befits someone of your stature.”

You gave a polite but strained smile. A string of explanations sat at the tip of your tongue but you withheld it. It was futile to argue with the man, much more when he yielded power over you.

“Thank you, Grand Duke.” You replied shortly. “If you could point me to the direction of those books, I would be happy to take one.”

“Such impudence,” he murmured before grudgingly pointing at one corner of the room.

Taking the heavy tome, you replaced it before heading towards the section of the botany books. There was an array of them, all of botany but of different subjects. You also saw the different languages of the books, more artfully designed than the others. The foreign books appeared untouched, the gold foil of the titles still complete and glinting in the sun.

There was a section of German books and you plucked one out of the many unblemished volumes. You also took two sheets of paper and a pencil from the table when you descended.

“I shall bid you good day, Your Grace.” You curtsied in his general direction. He waved his hand at you dismissively and it cued you to leave the awful man alone.

In the very least, you knew where the library was located. The book about the laws of the land would have to wait. This book on botany, however it came to your possession, looked interesting. You were conversant in many a language, reading this German book would not pose a problem. It would keep you occupied while you waited for your trunks to arrive.

…

From his window, James watched as you emerged to the garden.

If he were honest with himself, he would say he was disappointed that you weren’t wearing your breeches and shirt anymore and that he could not admire your shapely figure but with the dress you had now donned, there was no mistaking the contours of your body. He had not had this visceral reaction to the Princess Natasha’s portrait, but then again, he had not seen her in the flesh. You, however, he had seen and admired. There was no mistaking what a great beauty you were and he would be blind to deny such visible truth to himself.

He could not find it in him to be angry with you. It was a peculiar situation you both had gotten into, the innocent intentions and legally binding contracts. His memory of you had rang clear in his head by the time he finished speaking with his father; he remembered your hope for a friendship with him, your eagerness in trying to copy your father’s way of sealing such relationships, and the way you were excited when you both had—unintentionally—sealed each other’s fate. It was simply laughable and not worth getting furious over, unlike his father and the Grand Duke Zemo.

With a renewed sense of vigor, James headed towards the garden. The ledgers had become awfully boring and the numbers had started to swim before his eyes. He had not even touched the missives that had piled on his desk lest he misunderstand important matters. This is a much needed reprieve, he convinced himself. I will do better once I have taken a stroll in the gardens.

He was determined to get to know you, that much was true. Even if you were not to remain married for long, he was eager to learn more about you. King George had said that you had traveled to different kingdoms and territories with your diplomat father and had lived in those places for nearly all your life. You were foreign as much as you were a Brook; that in itself was fascinating to him. Among other things, that is.

“Your Royal Highness, I suppose the reason for your rushing is so we can train,” came an amused, sarcastic voice behind him.

James stopped and turned towards its source. Samuel Wilson, the Captain of the Royal Guards, walked towards the prince with an air of equal parts amusement and frustration.

“Whyever would you think otherwise?” James asked, a brow quirked at the obvious jape.

“You have been avoiding all my attempts at getting you to train.” remarked Sam. “Is it so hard to pick up your sword again? You had not been the same since the battle in Sokovia. A little movement should take away the laziness in you.”

“I had not been evading you and I am not lazy. I have had other important matters to attend to.” The prince exited the building with Captain Wilson trailing behind him. “And besides, don’t you tire of losing to me?”

Where were you? James thought as he scanned for you in the gardens. You could not have moved so quickly in the short time he went down to find you.

“I have never lost to you. I was simply bolstering your already inflated ego. And if you’re looking for the mysterious miss, she’s due west.” Sam said.

“I am not looking for her,” James replied hastily, much to his chagrin.

“Of course,” Sam said in a false grave tone. There was an unmistakable knowing grin in his words.

“I am not,” insisted James but approached you anyway.

He did not want to disturb your peace. You were poring over a book on the table while your hands were busy over a piece of paper. Scribbling, perhaps? he thought to himself as he watched you.

“I shall go and introduce myself.” Sam told him as he strode on ahead.

James followed behind him, taking on an impassive air so he did not seem overeager as he approached you. It had been a while since he last felt this way about a woman. It had been with Dolores—Dottie, as how he came to know her. She was an interesting character; ambitious for a mere daughter of a seamstress but wise beyond her years. A pity it was that he could not continue his friendship with her; the call for war drove the two of them apart. As he fought, she had gotten married. James was rightly heartbroken but he knew it would not have stood against his father. Princes married with royals, as was the custom.

“Sam Wilson, Captain of the Royal Guards, at your service.” Sam said as he bowed before you.

Against the backdrop of the high summer sun and the palace garden blooms, you appeared resplendent.

“Good day, Captain Wilson.” You smiled gently. You turned to James and curtsied. “Your Royal Highness.”

The wind tousled at your carefully coifed hair. Lemon and lavender, he thought as he caught a whiff of your scent.

James cleared his throat, which had become uncommonly tight. “Sam, this is Miss Y/N. She is my father’s guest.”

“Miss Y/N,” Sam repeated. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss atop it.

“I’ve heard stories of your triumphs in the war.” You told Sam, a polite smile gracing your face. “It must be quite a task to be commanding so many soldiers in the battlefield.”

“It is no simple feat. Prince James wishes he could command the army as I have,” Sam said with a sly grin.

James rolled his eyes. Disparity of their classes aside, Sam often jested with the prince and vice versa. But even if he and the captain were close friends, he had not told the captain as to why you were present in the palace. He knew it would do more harm than good to tell him of your relationship with each other. His father had been adamant that he divorce the two of you quietly so he could push through with James’s wedding to the Princess Natasha.

“I do not wish to command them, Sam. I do.” James said as he puffed his chest out with pride.

You snickered, then promptly apologized when both men turned to you with equally surprised looks.

“Oh, do forgive me. I do not recall ever seeing such a display of bravado since a proud young panther pounced at the older, more worldly one for a piece of food in Wakanda.” You rambled, a rosy tint rising on your cheeks.

At that, James laughed.

Any person would have cowered at the sight of the prince and the captain of the Royal Guards but not you. You were natural and you spoke your mind with such ease that it made him admire, as well as envy, you. There was no pretense or false modesty about you and it was refreshing for him to see that you weren’t one to fall at his feet and wax poetic about his title or his dashing good looks.

“And who won?” Sam asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“One panther or another. I did not stay long enough.” You told him, adopting a serious mien. “Otherwise, I would have been their next meal.”

James smiled deeply. Your wit was sharp. It was a rarity these days. Most often, he was faced with a bumbling fool or a stammering twit.

You were also a proficient artist, he remarked, as he took in the array of papers on the table. You were sketching the flower that was on your book, halfway done by the looks of it. And intelligent as well, he silently mused as he saw the language of the book. He knew not many other people who had studied German; it was arduous language and was commonly taught to the children of noblemen and royalty. Most certainly it was not taught to the common folk.

Every little thing he uncovered about you made him all the more curious.

“You study plants?” James asked as he motioned to your sketch. And a remarkable one at that, he thought approvingly.

You cast a furtive grimace at its direction. “Oh, no. The Grand Duke suggested that I read a book on flowers because it befits me instead of taking the book I was intending to read.”

He raised a brow at that. Zemo may appear hawkish but the man was as meek as a church mouse. “And what was it that you wanted to read?”

When you caught a rosy lip between your teeth as you hesitated, it was a surprise that he did not catch on fire on the spot at the heat that coursed through him.

“I was reading about the constitution and the laws of the land, Your Royal Highness.” you said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Whatever for?” Sam asked. “If you do not mind my asking.”

James had momentarily forgotten his friend was present.

You turned your attentions to the Captain, hesitance still marring your face. “My… friend desires to learn of the grounds of separation. She is convinced she isn’t a fit match for her husband.”

“If I may inquire, why is the lady convinced she is not suit for her husband?”

“For one, her husband is so above her in stature. It is an unusual marriage, if I dare say so, Captain.” Your eyes met James’s as you went on. “They had unmistakably signed a marriage contract and had been bound since.”

There was uncertainty in your eyes as you looked at him. In anticipation for my reaction? James wondered. Your offense was great in King George’s eyes but to him, it was comical. Absurd and laughable. If Sir William Shakespeare were alive and present, he would have another comedy in his hands.

But it was a matter between you and him. Sam need not hear nor know of it.

“Yes, highly unusual.” Sam remarked. “But no matter. Should you wish to return to the library, I am certain His Royal Highness would be of great help to you.”

The prince nodded, hiding his surprise at being mentioned by his friend. “Yes, of course.” He leaned in towards you, a secret smile on his face. “Although, I must warn you, the language the laws were written in are not in German. Most are in Latin.”

You smiled and a dimple sank into your cheek. “It is no matter. So long as all of them are not wholly in Latin, then I think I shall understand it.”

James found himself mesmerized; his eyes trained on your lips for longer than what was allowed. They were petal-like, soft, and fresh.

“I’m afraid I must excuse myself.” Sam said suddenly. “I do not think Prince James would be coming with me to practice his swordplay so I shall leave him in your hands.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised, and turned to the Captain. “I’ve no intention of stealing him from his training, Captain.”

“And I believe he has no intention of coming to it.” Sam said wryly. He took your hand and bowed over it. “It was a pleasure to have met you, Miss Y/N.”

You smiled. “The pleasure is all mine, Captain Wilson.”

As Sam vanished behind the doors, James turned to you.

“Shall we take a turn about the gardens, Miss Y/N?”

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Supernatural:

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The Last Of Us:

Ellie | Joel | Dina | Jesse | Tommy

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Name and Meanings???

Because I'm curious even if I have a lot to do but... bruh...

Katie: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting"

Keith: It's a english or scottish name from an ancient scottish family, it could either come from the Brythonic term "cet", “wood”, or from the Scottish word "gaoth", “wind”.

Lance: It's an english name from the germanic "Lanzo" which means "land"

Hunk: I searched but I didn't find anything. But I assume it means something strong like the "hunk".

Takashi: It's a japanese name that means 孝"filial piety", strong "noble" or 崇"reverence".

Allura: It's from the latin name "Aurora" and means "reddish", "luminous" and "shining".

Matt: It's a diminutive of the English name Matthew, variant of Matteo meaning "man of God" or "gift of God".

Sam: It's a diminutive from the english name Samuel, from the jewish "Shemu'el", and means " His name is God"

Colleen: It's an irish name from "Cailìn" and means "girl"

Veronica: It's from the Macedonian term "Pherenìke" and means "Victorious"

Rachel: It's from the jewish and means "little sheep"

Luis: It's a spanish name that means "illustrious warrior"

Marco: It's from the italic term "mar" and means "sacred to Mars", Mars was the ancient roman God of War.

Lisa: It's a famous jewish name from "Elisa" and meas "God is perfection"

Nadia: It's a diminutive from the russian name "Nadezda" and means "hope"

Silvio: It's from the latin term "silva" and means "inhabitant of the forest".

Ina: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting", like Katie.

James: It's from the jewish "Ya'agob" and means "which becomes the first"

Ryan: It's from a irish surname and means "little king"

#voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #voltron pidge #lance mcclain #allura #ryan kinkade #ina leifsdottir #james griffin #nadia rizavi #lance's family #holt family #character names #names #name meanings #hunk vld #takashi shirogane

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pianostrings · 7 days

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Rebel Moon Part Two: The Scargiver Spoilers!!

- I AM HURT

- Really liked the camaraderie moments between the team, particularly with Tarak and Titus, and with Milius. I feel like there could have been more. Tarak was definitely carrying those moments.

- Nemesis my love!!! I was not expecting to be so emotionally affected by her backstory and performance! The parts with that little Aryan kid were so cute 🥺

- There were so many shots of them harvesting the grain lol. They really got their worth planting that field of wheat.

- But also they really could have dropped the grain talk at some point. I don’t think that dreadnought really needed it... They could have just sacked one of the other planets they recently visited if they needed food? Or stopped by one of the other planets on the way back to the Motherworld? This wouldn’t have bothered me at all if they didn’t keep bringing it up

- The five days deadline really felt like it could at least have been two weeks or something. They really needed more than a few days to teach the villagers how to fight.

- Some of the dialogue was a bit stilted. Like. “Remember when I told you all these things from the first movie, well, here they are again in case the viewer hasn’t seen part one?”

- Sam and Aris. Heart eyes motherfuxker!!!

- Kora’s tragic backstory!!! I knew it was a let’s stab Caesar situation but I was really hoping it wouldn’t be Kora involved in actually killing anyone. Issa 🥺

- “I forgive you.” “Don’t” 🫠

- The hurt on Kora’s face when Balisarius and the senators are screaming at her. AND I just worked out why they made a big deal about her being an offworlder. Balisarius needed the assassin to be an offworlder to continue invading other worlds

- Ok but why was there a live orchestra at the assassination… shouldn’t they want fewer people present as possible?

- I don’t know why I didn’t realise Jimmy was short for James 😭 But when Kora kept calling him James, it was giving parent calling child by their full name vibes

- Gunnar and Kora ❤️💔

- I’m getting vibes from Cassius and Noble… like gay vibes. Cassius feels a little too devoted to him?

- Noble not falling for Aris’s charade at all lol

- I didn’t get the Noble doing an Olivia Colman accent in the first movie but it’s really obvious here.

- Those woven blankies Sam made for everyone were so cute

- Everyone in that village was indistinguishable from each other. I really felt nothing when those peeps were getting shot down

- I did breathe a sigh of a relief when Sindri oop I meant Hagen Sindri got bonestaffed in part I was shown to be OK though. Can’t shoot the old guy.

- Den just got yeeted off a ship after an admirable admiral-killing attempt 😂 RIP. No back-up love interest for Kora.

- That last hour of action was so flipping good

- Jimmy’s entrance & stare down moment 😏😘

- The moment between Kora & the Kali when it’s eyes opened.

- I didn’t mean to laugh when Gunnar went sliding past Kora when the ship was tilting but I kinda did lol

- Also when Noble said “fucking farmers” I was like lol are they allowed to swear in this cut. I swear that was the only swear word.

- Kora killing Noble again was so satisfying

- “Why can’t I have this one thing?” Nooooo how dare you 😭😭😭

- (Someone should wellness check the Michiel Huisman blogs btw)

- Devra rocking up. Yes girl thank you 🙏🏻

- Gunnar’s burning heart flag at the funeral. It hurts.

- Kora owning up to her identity and Titus just being like, yeah.

- That reveal was. Holy cow. Does that mean Balisarius is keeping Issa in a room somewhere? 🫠🫠 Is her life force being used like the Kali??

- The soundtrack. Phenomenal. 10/10. No notes.

- I need the extended cuts

- I NEED PART THREE!!!!!

- And yes, I know we probably aren’t getting it but please Netflix 🙏🏻

- (Have I mentioned I am hurt??)

#rebel moon #rebel moon the scargiver #rebel moon spoilers

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fratricideknight · 7 months

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Music tag game

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

Tagged by @thy-golden-knight so I used my recently made knightly playlist!

King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

The Bond of Sacrifice by Rob Lane

The Dawn Will Come by Trevor Morris

The Devil & The Huntsman by Sam Lee, Daniel Pemberton

The Power of Excalibur by Daniel Pemberton

Noble Maiden Fair (A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal) by Emma Thompson, Peigi Barker

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by Erutan

Forbidden Friendship by John Powell

Rue's Farewell by James Newton Howard

I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie

Just gonna tag the dash :) please compliment my knight playlist and given recommendations

#thanks for the tag!!!#knightcore #tag game #music #spotify #mine

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thealmightyemprex · 10 months

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James Mason REview:Ivanhoe

So I was in the mood to watch the work of actor James Mason and decided to check out one of his later works Ivanhoe

In this 1982 TV movie King Richard (Julian Glover ) has returned from the CRusades and has teamed up with Robin Hood (DAvid Robb ) to take on three knights who work for Prince John(Ronald Pickup):Sir Reginald Front-de-Boeuf (John Rhyse Davies) who wants to extort Isaac of York (James Mason ),Sir Maurice de Bracy(STuart Wilson ) who wishes to marry Lady Rowena (Lysette Anthony ) and Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert (Sam Niel ) who is in mad lust for ISaacs daughter REbecca(Olivia Hussey )....Oh and there is a guy named Ivanhowe(Anthony Andrews),hes there too

SO I very much enjoy this movie despite it having a big flaw ....IN THAT IVANHOWE IS THE LEAST INTERESTIN?G PART .Oh Anthony Andrews plays him well,and he connects all these threads...He just isnt given enough focus .He is out of commission for most of the movie and honestly....I dont care about his story ,which is about him reconnecting with his father (Played by Michael Hordern )...PArtially cause the father is such a dick I dont care about him either ,cause the movie doesnt care either.The film is far more focused on the stuff around Ivanhowe that he feels like an after thought

That said I do like the movie.....Because the rest of it is so damn good .The action is solid from the jousting scenes to an assault on the villains castle by Richard and Robin Hood to a very eintense sword fight between Ivanhoe and Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert.I also like that the film really focuses on prejudice ,both the feud of the Normans and Saxxons but especially the hatred Isaac and REbecca face for being Jewish

The cast is alll superb (I mean Sam Niel,Stuart Wilson and John Rhyse Davies are the villains how can I not love that),Both George Innes and Tony Haygarth bring levity as Wamba the Fool and Friar Tuck rspectfully ,Michael Hordern is appropriatly pigheaded as Cedric , Wilson and Davies are sinister ,Phillip Locke is scene stealingly evil as the leader of the Knights Templar ,ROnald Pickup is slimey and David Robb is a solid Robin Hood (He also gets the funniest line )

The best performances however go to Julian Glover,James Mason ,Olivia Hussey ,and Sam Niel .Lets Start with Niel who is a solid villain :Arrogant ,obsessive ,creepy and yet there are levels to it ,fighting genuine guilt for his actions .Julian Glover is an actor I associate with bad guys so its fun to see him as a noble king .Olivia Hussey is great as REbecca,on par with Elizabeth Taylors performance in the 1952 film.I think the scene stealer of the movie is James Mason ,Mason while associated with lets say darker parts,had great versitility and when he had the chance could make a very sympathetic characters cause he can make the audience feel his pain

Ovewralll its a fun movie,and I think its on par with the 1952 film

@filmcityworld1 @angelixgutz @ariel-seagull-wings@amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon @princesssarisa

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zainmalik · 1 year

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palestine masterlist

logan ★ queer ★ poc ★ twenties ★ he/they

blocked by some, followed by many

post limit blog: @faithinthefuturedeluxe

all purple blog: @kieumy

pale/black and white blog: @anaisdavis

louis source blog: @tomlinsonsource

louie. larrie. tired. faith in the future stan. bigger than me defender. the purple mutual. purple/yellow and purple/blue are everything. platypuses lover. space enthusiast. occasional gifmaker. overuser of the word beloved and babygirl. in love with characters who are pathetic, have a lot of issues and are in desperate need of a break. just a silly goofy guy who loves louis tomlinson a lot. sometimes multifandom.

other musicians i love: soyoon. olivia rodrigo. rina sawayama. samia. the aces. ryan ross. sam fender. snarls. rachel chinouriri. the academic. pale waves. the snuts. hozier. arctic monkeys. kodaline. foster the people. blur. gorillaz. nicole dollanganger. FIZZ. mitski. studio killers. MUNA.

football teams i support: real madrid. chelsea fc.

favorite characters: kieu my vu. clementine. anaïs davis. mhok pankhamdee. gyoza wiwatkul. drea torres. elena alvarez. richie tozier. ray pakorn. nancy wheeler. kali prasad. nyota uhura. nancy gillian. pat jindapat. donna noble. anathema device. sana bakkoush. yasmina ait omar. even bech næsheim. maya etienne. margot rivers. lottie matthews. natalie scatorccio. james kirk. rose tico. deena johnson.

previously: louistomlinsontwo. waoyf. usertomlinson. faithinthefuturedeluxe. louiswilltomlinson. judevictorbellingham. anarchistlouis. kieumy. milfmas. naomismcpherson.

!! i don’t watch or support stranger things anymore !!

!! anti ai art and ai writing. ai programs steal from real art and artists. support genuine artists and creators instead !!

❤︎ everyone is welcomed as long as you’re not an asshole ❤︎

testimonials:

#pinned post #gif header by me #introvert edit by the wonderful soni finexbright

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grandhotelabyss · 15 days

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Any thoughts on the Lauren Oyler controversy?

One of the reasons literature seems so moribund in this country is that it's entirely ceased to be fun. One of the things that made it fun in the old days was critical bloodsport. All the better if it could be backed up by genuine erudition, as in the cases of both Ann Manov and Becca Rothfeld, and the ability to wield this as a stiletto, as in Manov's case especially. (The stiletto can be slipped both ways, however, and already on X they're hoisting Manov on her own petard—mea culpa: a mixed metaphor!—for the undergradish allusion to Montaigne and the etymology of "essay." All's fair!) Naomi Kanakia has suggested that this is only Oyler's comeuppance for her own hatchet-jobs, but I doubt it's that exactly. The subtext, rather, as Manov's review hints, is that we perhaps tolerated too much sloppy thinking and writing in the attempt to back out of "wokeness." As long as someone wasn't saying such bizarre not-even-wrong 2012-era Tumblrana like "colonialism invented the gender binary" or "the police are slave patrols," the types of statements treated as holy writ by the literati in the preponderant atmosphere of DNC-NBC-CIA psyops of the Trump era, we were prepared to greet them as the second coming of Spinoza. Now that cooler heads seem finally to be prevailing (mea culpa: a cliché!), the actual substance of writers' thought can come under closer scrutiny again. But back to my first point: literature used to be fun because of the combat! You looked forward to going to Barnes and Noble and getting the latest New Republic or Harper's to see who James Wood or Christopher Hitchens or James Woolcott or Dale Peck or whomever would be eviscerating next! It wasn't destructive; it was discourse. (And there's no such thing as bad publicity.)[*] No one's ever been more wrong about anything than Wood was about Underworld, but still, what a magnificently withering essay. I enjoyed taking my own turn with it when I wrote about the novel. It's an honor for author to be taken up with such malign intelligence. I meant what I said on Substack: I imagine my bad reviews, too, and I appreciate them when they're intelligent. What panting nonsense Manov would think Major Arcana is; she'd be wrong there, but she'd write it up with such witty lucidity, and everyone involved would have a good time. Back to James Wood! Back, even, to Gore Vidal!—and to the vitality of gore, of goring everyone's sacred oxen.

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[*] The early blog era retained this sensibility and Substack has lately resurrected it, as for instance in Sam Kriss's recent confrontation with Curtis Yarvin, not that these were book reviews.

#lauren oyler #ann manov #literary criticism

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positivelybeastly · 6 months

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~10 Fandoms/ ~10 Characters/ ~10 Tags

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it, no pressure. Beware below the cut, there's a ton of names and not a ton of exposition because that's 100 characters in total and I can't talk about how much I love them all individually or I would be here for the rest of my week. :P

Marvel Comics

Beast (so unexpected!).

Emma Frost.

Spider-Man.

The Wasp.

Daredevil.

Bishop.

The Thing.

Mr. Sinister.

She-Hulk.

Sabretooth.

Star Trek

Worf.

Christopher Pike.

Christine Chapel.

Charles 'Trip' Tucker.

Carol Marcus (TWOK).

Hugh Culber.

T'Ana.

T'Pol.

Nyota Uhura.

Nog.

James Bond

Tracy Bond.

Natalya Simonova.

Felix Leiter (Jeffrey Wright).

Valentin Zukovsky.

Melina Havelock.

Franz Sanchez.

Alec Trevelyan.

M (Judi Dench).

Elektra King.

Vesper Lynd.

Resident Evil

Jill Valentine.

Carlos Oliveira (remake).

Moira Burton.

Leon S. Kennedy (original and remake).

Marvin Branagh (remake).

Claire Redfield.

Sherry Birkin.

Sheva Alomar.

Albert Wesker.

Alex Wesker.

Persona

Makoto Nijima.

Ryuji Sakamoto.

Yukiko Amagi.

Toranosuke Yoshida.

Margaret.

Nanako Dojima.

Akihiko Sanada.

Haru Okumura.

Kanji Tatsumi.

Sojiro Sakura.

Supermassive Games

Sam (Until Dawn).

Jacob (The Quarry).

Dylan (The Quarry).

Mike (Until Dawn).

Salim (House of Ashes).

Fliss (Man of Medan).

Josh (Until Dawn).

Ryan (The Quarry).

Chris (Until Dawn).

Jason (House of Ashes).

Star Wars

Leia Organa.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Zeb Orrelios.

Chopper.

Padme Amidala.

Lando Calrissian.

Count Dooku.

Qui-Gon Jinn.

Finn.

Poe Dameron.

Doctor Who

Donna Noble.

Ninth Doctor.

Bill Potts.

Third Doctor.

Seventh Doctor.

Ace.

Ianto Jones.

Martha Jones.

Pete Tyler.

Adelaide Brooke.

Kaiju Movies (it counts!)

Gamera (90s trilogy).

Shin Godzilla.

Tamura (Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla).

Anguirus.

Mothra (KOTM).

Iris (Gamera 90s trilogy).

Legion (Gamera 90s trilogy).

Tsutomu Osako (Gamera 90s trilogy).

Hedorah.

King Ghidorah.

Poison Ivy.

Tawky Tawny.

Jim Gordon.

Catman.

Bane.

Alfred Pennyworth.

Bloodsport (James Gunn).

Black Mask (Emancipation of Harley Quinn).

Silk Spectre II.

Lobo.

I have types, as you can probably tell, and it's probably just as obvious which fandoms I'm super into and which ones I enjoy more casually.

#outofmuffins #dash game

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two-of-them-tournament · 1 year

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TWO OF THEM TOURNAMENT ROUND 1

Begins March 15 at noon EST. There will be 8 polls per day. Matchups under the cut.

DAY ONE

Troy Barnes & Abed Nadir (Community) VS Booster Gold & Ted Kord (DC Comics) WINNER: Troy & Abed!

Ingo & Emmet (Pokemon) VS Newton Geiszler & Hermann Gottlieb (Pacific Rim) WINNER: Ingo & Emmet!

Kagamine Rin & Len (Vocaloid) VS Sherlock Holmes & John Watson (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes) WINNER: Holmes & Watson!

Sans & Papyrus (Undertale) VS Sun Wukong & Six-eared Macaque (LEGO Monkie Kid) WINNER: Sans & Papyrus!

Breekon & Hope (Magnus Archives) VS Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade (Twisted Wonderland) WINNER: Breekon & Hope!

Dipper & Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls) VS Achilles & Patroclus (Greek mythology) WINNER: Dipper & Mabel!

Mario & Luigi (Super Mario Bros) VS Ash Ketchum & Pikachu (Pokemon) WINNER: Mario & Luigi!

Jessie & James (Pokemon) VS Timon & Pumbaa (The Lion King) WINNER: Jessie & James!

DAY TWO

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern (Hamlet) VS Benson Mekler & Dave (Kipo) WINNER: Rosencrantz & Guildenstern!

Pippin Took & Merry Brandybuck (Lord of the Rings) VS Benton Fraser & Ray Kowalski (Due South) WINNER: Merry & Pippin!

Frodo Baggins & Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings) VS Sailor Uranus & Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon) WINNER: Frodo & Sam!

Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) VS Finn & Jake (Adventure Time) WINNER: Finn & Jake!

Statler & Waldorf (The Muppet Show) VS Strong Bad & The Cheat (Homestar Runner) WINNER: Statler & Waldorf!

Bert & Ernie (Sesame Street) VS Vex'ahlia & Vax'ildan (Critical Role) WINNER: Bert & Ernie!

Sonic & Tails (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Jadzia Dax (Star Trek) WINNER: Sonic & Tails!

Phineas & Ferb VS Carl Carlson & Lenny Leonard (The Simpsons) WINNER: Phineas & Ferb!

DAY THREE

Sam & Max VS Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter (NBC Hannibal) WINNER: Sam & Max!

Spongebob & Patrick (Spongebob Squarepants) VS Eddie Brock & Venom (Marvel Comics) WINNER: Spongebob & Patrick!

Wallace & Gromit VS The 10th Doctor & Donna Noble (Doctor Who) WINNER: Wallace & Gromit!

Geordi LaForge & Data (Star Trek) VS Frog & Toad WINNER: Frog & Toad!

Spock & Jim Kirk (Star Trek) VS Wug Test (Linguistics) WINNER: Spock & Kirk!

Bill S. Preston & Theodore Logan (Bill and Ted) VS Fireboy & Watergirl WINNER: Bill & Ted!

Nadja of Antipaxos & Laszlo Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows) VS Heinz Doofenshmirtz & Perry the Platypus (Phineas and Ferb) WINNER: Doofenshmirtz & Perry!

Nastya Rasputina & The Aurora (The Mechanisms) VS Harry DuBois & Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium) WINNER: Harry & Kim!

DAY FOUR

Pinky & The Brain (Animaniacs) VS Scooby & Shaggy (Scooby-Doo) WINNER: Scooby & Shaggy!

Nico Di Angelo & Will Solace (Percy Jackson) VS Timmy & Tommy (Animal Crossing) WINNER: Timmy & Tommy!

Calvin & Hobbes VS Bunsen & Beaker (The Muppet Show) WINNER: Calvin & Hobbes!

Kris & Susie (Deltarune) VS Mercutio & Benvolio (Romeo and Juliet) WINNER: Kris & Susie!

Wirt & Greg (Over the Garden Wall) VS R2-D2 & C-3PO (Star Wars) WINNER: R2-D2 & C-3PO!

Mac McDonald & Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde WINNER: Mac & Charlie!

Phoenix Wright & Maya Fey (Ace Attorney) VS John Doe & Arthur Lester (Malevolent) WINNER: Phoenix & Maya!

Legolas Greenleaf & Gimli (Lord of the Rings) VS Jedediah Smith & Gaius Octavius (Night at the Museum) WINNER: Legolas & Gimli!

RECAP

#two of them tournament #tott23

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ao3feed-sambucky · 10 months

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Toothache

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48340174

by Hail_Halsey

"If you're ever missing the goats you raised in Wakanda and a talking raccoon from space offers to give you one as an apology for threatening to steal your arm, don't think, don't pause, don't hesitate a moment, just spit in his eye."

- James Buchanan Wilson, probably.

Words: 2236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Adventures of Barnes and Noble

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson, Sarah Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: guardians of the galaxy + thor, inspired by the headcannon that bucky took care of goats in wakanda, plus thor 4, keeping with the "tooth" naming theme of space goats, summary inspired by white christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48340174

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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