#actually don’t know if Thanos is getting a skin lmao

[nostalgicatsea]

Fic Writer Interview Meme

Thank you for tagging me, Dora!

Name: sea/nostalgicatsea

Fandoms: Marvel. I’m into some other stuff as well, but I don’t know if I can say I’m in the fandom. 

Two-shot:

I don’t have any unless you count a two-part series and companion fics as two-shots. I’m going to count them so I don’t leave this section blank:

All These Half-Tones of the Soul (G, MCU, 22,888 words)

In lieu of the “summary” for the series, which is just a book quote, here are the summaries for the two fics:

Multitude of One (G, MCU, 4,277 words)

Summary: "So was I," his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him.

Leaving Promises Against Your Skin (G, MCU, 18,611 words)

Summary: “Someday, someone will choose you, Tony,” his mother had said, her hands back to cupping his. “And no one, not your father, not anyone, can ever take that from you.”

Notes: I wish I could change the name of the series because it doesn’t fit completely, but oh well! This series was grueling to write, but it was by far the most rewarding because I didn’t think I could do it. Even if there are things I wish I could fix (I think that way about almost every fic I write), I’m proud of what I accomplished. I wrote the story I wanted to write and did something I never thought I could. I felt like I was running a marathon and at the end, that level of euphoria was probably the closest I’ll get to a runner’s high. I want to feel that again. 

IW companion fics:

The Great Silence of Loss (G, MCU, 1,075 words)

Summary: There was no reason to keep the phone, not when Tony didn't have his, not when Tony was gone and all keeping it would do was hurt him, but Steve held onto it anyway.

Signals Between Two Satellites (G, MCU, 2,290 words)

Summary: He hadn't allowed himself to dream of this, of Tony returning to him. Not when he had lost so much. Not when dreaming of the impossible would destroy him. But Tony was here, and for the first time since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, Steve felt hope. Notes: After watching IW, I thought I’d have the same dry spell as I did after AoU. I didn’t think I had anything to write about, but it ended up being my most prolific era! I don’t know why or I do, but I don’t have the space to talk about it here and I’m not sure I can express myself accurately. There’s something about unspeakable loss sweeping you out to sea, making everything else before both insignificant and magnified. Every regret, every love. When you’re so lucky so as to hold onto or regain something you lost, there’s so much power in that love and hope even when you’re not sure things will ever be okay again.

I have two other fics that are companion pieces to each other but not officially so I’ll leave them off! In case you’re wondering, they’re “Thunder Hurried Slow” and “Leaving You Forward.”

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Multitude of One (G, MCU, 4,277 words)

Summary: "So was I," his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him.

Notes: The clear winner when it comes to hits, kudos, and comments, but when it comes to bookmarks, the sequel, LPAYS, surpasses MoO in numbers. I love soulmate fics, but I wasn’t sure what to write (other than that one soulmate fic that I’ve been trying to write since 2014 which hasn’t happened yet). I read some angsty CW soulmate fics, and then this idea struck me because I loved them, but I wanted to see something different.

I wanted to explore the idea of idealization and romanticization of a soul mark, especially when your assumptions of its meaning turn out to be completely incorrect, and the significance of soulmates. Is your soulmate important because you love them, or do you love them because they’re your soulmate? What happens if you can’t see who they are, even if they’re in front of you the whole time, and fail them because you’re so focused on the idea of them? I also wanted to try and see if I could bring the iconic 616 “It wasn’t worth it” line to the MCU in a way that made it organic to the universe here. Again, shoutout to the fics I read before this idea burst into my head, specifically “Zugzwang” by the great Woad.

Actual worst part of writing:

Most of the time, I know how the story begins and ends, but I don’t know how to get from A to C. Sometimes I have fragments in between, but I don’t know how to connect them! I get bogged down in plot holes or issues I don’t know how to fix and I get stuck for a long time. 

How you choose your titles:

Everyone moans about coming up with titles—and understandably so, as it’s the worst when you can’t come up with one—but oddly enough, titles come really easily to me. They just...float to the surface of my mind. In some cases, they’re there before I start writing. Other times, when I start and I’m at the beginning of the story. It’s almost like I feel the story/feel the titles as though I’m searching for the story’s true name which sounds SO obnoxiously pretentious lolsdkfjdas, but that’s the only way I can explain it. It’s almost a sensory experience for me. They have to be right (there’s this moment where it feels right, whether it’s this quiet recognition or a “YES! That’s it” eureka moment) and there has to be a meaning behind them that explains what the story is about in some way. Otherwise, I get stuck. There are a few titles that I’m not particularly fond of because nothing really came to me, but I had to go with what I came up with due to time constraints. They still rub me the wrong way when I look at them.

Do you outline:

I usually know the start and end of a story before I write, and most of my stories are short enough so that means I don’t have to outline. Longer stories, though...I probably need to outline. That’s where I struggle and why I haven’t written anything really over 6k other than LPAYS (I was a mess writing it, but I can go into that separately if anyone’s interested). :’) I’d say that I half plot and half fly by the seat of my pants; I leave enough room on a bare-bones outline in my head to improvise. 

Ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice:

MY ENTIRE LIST OF WIPS LMAO ESPECIALLY THE ONES THAT HAVE TO BE LONG FICS. :’))))))))

Callouts @ me:

STOP TWISTING YOURSELF INTO KNOTS TRYING TO FIGURE EVERYTHING OUT. You only need to know the big stuff, but you always think you need to know how every tiny thing works before you start. Shut up and start writing! You spend most of your time saying you’ll write and then getting distracted by going online, saying you want to write, or complaining about how writing is hard. Just write something! Learn discipline! ALSO, YOU ARE SO OBSESSED WITH NATURE, EYES, SMILES, ETC. PLEASE LEARN TO USE OTHER METAPHORS AND PRACTICE HOW TO EXPRESS MOVEMENT, EMOTION, AND PRESENCE THROUGH OTHER WAYS TOO.

Wait, I’m not sure I’m supposed to be yelling at myself here. I can do fun callouts! @ self, you’re so weak for anything related to home and the concept of together....istg, that’s all you write about.

Best writing traits:

I’m good at atmosphere and rhythm although the latter has become less of a thing over the years as I started writing longer stuff. But still! 

Tangential opinion:

This can be difficult to believe and it can take time (I certainly didn’t start out like this in my first fandom pre-Marvel), but honestly, write for yourself and your friends and/or write for yourself without expectations on how you’ll be received. I would say write for yourself first and foremost, but you’re in fandom because you want to be part of a community so I’m not going to say to write for yourself only unless you want to. When you find a close group of a few friends, you’ll realize that the most important thing is you guys having fun and everything else is a nice surprise—or if you’re more of a lurker, then it’s nice just seeing a few people respond to you especially if you start to see it’s the same few people the more you write. A lot of the times, they become the people you befriend too.

Tagging: @kiyaar, @ishipallthings, @citsiurtlanu, @welcomingdisaster, @no-gorms, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[generallynerdy]

Step By Step (Bucky Barnes X Roommate!Reader)

Summary: Step by step, Bucky Barnes was learning to put himself back together. Luckily, he’s not alone. He has Sam Wilson, a bastard cat, and you, of course.

Requested by nklnnd (AO3): Since requests are open again would it be too much to ask for an after endgame bucky/reader. Like bucky is trying to piece his life back together without Steve in a new world and his roommate/friend helps him. I don't know I just love the cute fluffy domestic moments. Ps: I adore your writing. Feel free to do whatever you want with the prompt, if you like it that is, I have complete faith in your abilities! :)

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: the Snap, mentions of death, depression, depressive episodes, mentions of isolation, touches of trauma, recovery process but written badly Word Count: 1,469 (nice)

Note: i hope it’s domestic enough?? I played loose and fast with the ‘step by step’ theme i just really wanted to get this done LMAO

    Step One: Survive.

    Returning to Manhattan after defeating Thanos was more painful than it should’ve been. Days before, he was dead, so you think he would’ve been overjoyed. But in reality, he wished he was dead again.

    Loss weighed upon his shoulders heavier than it ever had. Steve Rogers, Captain America, was gone. His Steve, his best friend Steve.

    Bucky Barnes was alone.

    The Avengers knew this. They thought they could help him. So, they set him up in an apartment in Brooklyn with a roommate: you. They hoped you could take care of him, help him piece his life back together.

    But you weren’t sure what was left to put together. To be honest, it would probably be better for him to start anew. But he wasn’t ready for that either.

    “James?”

    You entered his room one quiet Saturday morning. You hadn’t seen him for a full 24 hours, which was worrying. Your concerns were confirmed when you discovered a pitch black room and the shuffling form of the Winter Soldier still in his bed.

    You sighed and spoke quietly, sure that his head was pounding. “Bad day?”

    He didn’t reply, but he didn’t have to.

    You’d only lived together for about two weeks, but he’d already had quite a few of these days. He would shut himself away from the world, from you especially, and wouldn’t come out for at least the rest of the day. Yesterday was a bad one, too. You hoped this wouldn’t become a regular occurance.

    You moved to sit on the edge of his bed. “Can I get you anything?”

    There was a pause before he shook his head just slightly. You bit your lip as you looked at him. You could leave him be, let him simmer until he felt better...or maybe there was a better way to do this.

    “Do you want company?” you asked hesitantly.

    Step Two: Don’t isolate.

    The pause was longer this time, but he finally nodded.

    You scooted up the bed so that you could rest your back against the wall and sit right next to him. Carefully, you pulled your knees up to your chest and pulled your phone out of your pocket, making sure that you weren’t touching him. He hummed gratefully before the two of you sank into silence.

    Step Three: Let others in.

    On a good day, you and Bucky would have breakfast together before you went to work. Mostly you talked about when you’d be home and how he was doing, then you’d leave.

    You weren’t entirely sure what he did all day without you there, but after a muttered movie reference, you realised he was watching Netflix religiously. Once you found out about that, you realised that you probably should get him something else so he wasn’t as painfully bored.

    “I’m home!” You called one day, entering the apartment.

    You found him on the couch with a show playing on the TV, which he paused as soon as you entered. “How’d your day go?” he asked quietly.

    “Meh, same old, same old,” you replied cheerily, flopping onto the couch beside him. “I got you something.”

    He furrowed his eyebrows and sat up, his gaze questioning. Before he had to ask, you held out a small, shiny card that had his name on the back of it and some unrecognisable logo on the front. He flipped it around to look at it, but still looked confused.

    “There’s this, um, library down the street,” you told him. “I figured TV is gonna get old sometime, so I got you a card for it.”

    His eyes widened and he nodded. “Thanks,” he finally said, almost wistfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Just let me know when you wanna go and I can show you the way there,” you said with a smile. “It’s a really nice, quiet place. I think you’ll like it, James.”

    “Bucky,” he corrected. “Only one that called me James was my mom.”

    You blinked dumbly a few times before nodding. “Bucky.”

    Step Four: Get into a routine.

    Bucky took to the library like a fish to water. He said he wasn’t much of a book guy, but he was clearly a liar because every time he went, he checked out more books than before. On weekends, the two of you would make it a group outing, but while you were at work if he found himself lacking reading material, he would make a quick trip. The lady at the front desk already knew both of your names after a few weeks and was one of the few people Bucky actually felt like talking to regularly.

    It was a massive relief, seeing as he hardly ever left the apartment otherwise.

    His bad days happened less and less often, but when they did happen he was content to curl up next to you in his bed as you read your own book silently. The first time he put his head in your lap, you nearly jumped out of your skin. The next few times, however, you got into the habit of running your fingers through his hair.

    Step Five: Find comfort in the little things.

    And then came Alpine.

    You woke up one blissful Saturday morning to find Bucky already awake and on the couch. You were about to say something about how much of an improvement that was, but then you spotted a puddle of white on his lap.

    It was a cat.

    “Uh…” You didn’t even know what to say.

    “He climbed in through my window and he won’t leave,” Bucky said instantly, his own eyes wide. “(Y/N), what do I do?”

    You were shocked silent. “I...don’t know.”

    “I’ve never had a cat, is this how you get a cat?” he whispered frantically.

    Apparently, it was. Bucky dubbed him Alpine and he became a permanent resident of the apartment. 

    He was a little bastard, but the both of you adored him. He usually slept in Bucky’s room, but he was always up and about when you woke up, purring as he invaded your personal space while you attempted to cook breakfast.

    A day wasn’t complete without someone shouting; “Alpine, NO--”

    Step Six: Reach out.

    Slowly but surely, Bucky was putting himself back together. Or maybe he was becoming someone else-- you didn’t know. But you liked Bucky as you knew him, as he was now.

    Through libraries and breakfasts, cats and Netflix, the two of you became inseparable. Bucky Barnes was quite possibly the best friend you’d ever had. You would never admit that to anyone who asked, though, as Bucky nearly died under even the slightest compliment. He was still figuring out positive reinforcement.

    He still struggled with Instagram and the news often gave him a headache, but his reintegration was going smoothly. In fact, he’d made a few more friends other than you and Alpine.

    “And then he fell on his face like an idiot--”

    The laughter from the living room made you smile as you reentered the room, carrying three specially made sandwiches.

    “Sorry we don’t have a decent dinner,” you muttered as you passed them to the boys.

    Sam Wilson, ever a sweetheart, just shook his head. “Hey, sandwiches are great. I wasn’t planning on any dinner, so…”

    “Sandwiches are perfect,” Bucky repeated.

    You sat down on the couch in between them, gently shoving Alpine aside when he tried to get a bite of your dinner. Sam snorted at the sight while Bucky rolled his eyes fondly.

    “Dibs on picking the show,” you said as you turned on the TV.

    “Rude,” Sam said, mocking offense. “Age before beauty, (Y/N)!”

    Bucky lifted his legs to rest on top of your lap. “In that case, I get to pick.”

    “Old man,” you teased, elbowing his side. “If you’re both gonna be so whiny about it, then we should make this a regular thing. New person picks every week.”

    “Deal,” Sam agreed instantly.

    Bucky grinned. “Only if it doesn’t mess with your work schedule.”

    You waved him off. “A little late night won’t kill me.”

    “Okie dokie,” he said, finally agreeing. You turned bright red when he leaned over to kiss your cheek. “You’re the best.”

    You desperately tried to ignore the way Sam waggled his eyebrows. Luckily, Bucky didn’t seem to see it. He snatched the remote from your hands, citing his age once more as Sam choked on his food when you smacked his chest.

    As Bucky put on some comedy, you snuggled deeper into the couch, smiling to yourself.

    One step at a time had worked wonders. He was taking bigger steps every day and, to be honest, so were you. Recovery was a slow process, but it was worth every moment just to see him smile.

    Step Seven: Realise you’re not alone.

Nova Tags: @hahaboop

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[vellaphoria]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if their are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors literally everybody reading this!

I was tagged by the lovely @themandylion - thank you! Since I’ve been involved in a non-zero amount of colab work lately, I’ve restricted this to stories with first lines that I actually remember writing.

20. Death by Cheeto: Jason wants nothing more than to leave.

19. To Break Every Bended Knee; or, Apocrypha: She came for him before dawn. 

18. Deadfall: This is the kind of thing Batman has to know about before it happens.

17. In the Shadow of the Empire: The crash was loud enough that Dick could hear it from the other side of the ship

16. Gethsemane in Winter: The snow bears steadily against the visor of Dick’s helmet, the early onset of winter in Gotham nearly blinding him.

15. Every Sun I Poured Over You: Exactly three days, fifteen hours, and twenty-nine minutes after Wayne Enterprises’ New Year’s gala, Tim leaves Gotham without telling anybody.

14. Night of the Living Batmen: This is either the best or the worst idea they’ve ever had.

13. Yours if You Want it, Yours if you Don’t: The GCPD is hauling Harley back to Arkham by the time Red Robin realizes how much it hurts to put weight on his left leg.

12. To Simulate the Burning of the Heart: Regaining consciousness is the first desperate breath after being submerged in cold, dark water.

11. Unto Your Enemy: The knife pressed in deeper, sawing through lacerated skin and frayed muscle to scrape against the bone of Celebrimbor’s ribs.

10. Make Much of Me: Technically, Bruce only ever taught Tim how to draw banishment and entrapment circles.

9. Just Another Graceless Night: “I kind of want to ask, but I don’t think I want to know.”

8. This Whole Damn City Thinks it Needs You (But Not as Much as I Do): Tim swivels in Bruce’s chair, his weighted cape flaring out as he turns from entering their patrol route in the Batcomputer.

7. Unconventional Tactics: After the third straight week of ninja tailing him, Red Robin's had enough.

6. Emotional Support Trashfish: “You spent how much?”

5. to your own blood, and empty spaces in the throat: Silence suffocated the battlefield in the wake of Thanos’ ships.

4. Complications: In his time working at the Gotham Gazette, Marcus had seen a lot of shit.

2. This City’s Build on Salted Earth: Of course, he just had to go with the cliché.

1. Cut and Run: Clark put him down on top of one of the abandoned warehouses by Dixon Docks, just past the city limits.

Favorite: Oh god. Probably “After the third straight week of ninja tailing him, Red Robin's had enough” if I had to pick?? Because it establishes motive, intention, and the inevitable chaos that’s about to ensue. (for the uninitiated, Tim basically gets the ninja very *very* sugar high and flips Ra’s the bird.

Patterns?: What I tell myself when I come up with first sentences is that they should open the fic in medias res (or, the middle of things - imo, the best place to start a story), but what I suspect is actually happening here is a bunch of lines that make the person reading them go “idk wtf you’re talking about vell.” The person reading them includes me, because that was my reaction reading through a lot of these openings...

I thought about tagging people, most of the people I thought of tagging have already been tagged farther up the chain. So, for anyone who hasn’t, go forth and judge your writing choices lmao XD

#jagn answers #jagn writes #ask meme

[akamaiden]

Kinktober Drabbles (X)

A/N: I'm so late in this challenge someone help me lmao 😂 Special thanks to the always sweet @eyesfixedonthesun22 who helped me 💕

Gif belongs to: @thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader (This takes place after the events of Endgame but with some changes because yes, that's my drabble and I do as I please. Period).

Kink: Hair pulling.

Words: 1,045. What the actual fuck???

You were admiring your boyfriend from afar, he was talking with Steve and Tony they seemed so relaxed, so at ease. The simple sight made you happy. Probably because you knew how bad they fought to undo the chaos that Thanos’ snap caused.

You felt your heart fluttering seeing your sweet Thor having a good time with his mates. The way the sun shone on his skin, the sound of his laughter, that actually sounded like a thunder echoing reverberating on his massive body. And God helped you, his beautiful smile, brighter than the sun itself. You were staring and you knew it.

“You’re drooling, Y/N,” Natasha said suddenly appearing on your side.

In other times you'd be scared the fuck out because of her sudden presence, but you were used to her spy skills already.

“It’s kinda hard not to,” you excused yourself.

“Yeah whatever, go pick your man up, I'll pick mine,” she said winking at you before she made her way to the men, hugging Steve from behind and kissing him softly.

Before you did something Thor was making his way to you, a smile gracing his features.

“Princess,” he kissed your forehead and immediately his hands found your waist.

“My king,” you hugged him, burying your face on his chest.

“Nat said you wanted to talk to me,” he said caressing your sides softly.

“Yeah, why don't we go to your room?” you suggested.

“Best thing I heard today,” he said and before you could even think about something to answer him, he picked you up on his arms.

You should've discussed until he put you on the floor but after sometime you learned that stubborn was someone that insisted on him.

Once you were on his room, he sat on the bed with you still on his lap.

“So...?” he started.

“Actually it's nothing I was just admiring you and Nat caught me, you know her better than me,” you shrugged.

“Admiring me, huh?” he quirked his eyebrows at you and you laughed.

“Yeah I mean, you're so handsome it's unfair that you're the God of Thunder, you definitely should be the God of Beauty and Love,” you explained.

“Looks who's talking the most beautiful and sweetest creature on Midgard,” he said touching your waist, you didn't know exactly when he put them inside your dress.

You felt your cheeks burning at his words. You guided your hands to his hair, it was growing already, with a little effort you could pull at it. First time you met him, he still had the long and gorgeous blond hair.

“It’s growing,” you said.

“Don’t you like it now?” he asked.

“I didn't said that but when it's long I can do this more easily,” you said and pulled at his hair, a groan falling from his lips.

“You like when I do this, right?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do,” he said slapping your ass.

“Y'know what? I want you and I want you now,” you said rolling your hips against his, you felt him getting hard immediately.

“I fucking love when you take control,” he said while he got rid of your clothes, before you knew it all you were wearing were your panties.

“Take your clothes off to me, Thor,” you commanded him.

You watched in awe him taking rid of his clothes as well. You wrapped your hand on his shaft, moving just the way he liked. You touched the head of his cock with your fingertips, playing with the pre cum.

“Do you want me to ride your cock? C'mon I want you to ask for it,” you said.

“Yes, fuck yes. I need to feel you around me, clenching my cock while you bounce,” he said.

You felt your panties getting soaked with every dirty word of his.

“Then why am I still dressed?” you asked.

He growled before ripping your panties off. You positioned yourself in a way that you could slid his cock through your wetness. It took all your self control not to sink on his cock immediately.

“So wet, princess, oh fuck,” he said while gripping your hips.

“Is what you do to me,” you said before sinking down on him.

Years could pass but you'd still love the feeling of him stretching you out, his cock fitting perfectly inside you.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly.

“Pussy so tight, so fucking tight,” he moaned.

You smiled while you started moving, riding him fast and hard. It was no time for lovemaking. You wanted him to fuck you hard enough so you could still feel him tomorrow.

He was helping you to move, soon enough you were bouncing on his lap, every time he was fully settled inside you, you clenched around him, what made him swear on his mother tongue, what you considered extremely sexy, and slap your ass.

“Do you like when I ride you thick and big cock, Thor?” you asked pulling his hair hard, making him arch his body to you.

“Yes, yes! Love feeling your tight pussy around my cock,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes rolling.

“Your cock is mine, just mine. And so are you, do you understand me?” you asked, still pulling his hair, making him moan.

He nodded furiously, unable to speak something coherently. Too lost in pleasure. You almost screamed when he hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“D-do that again,” you tried your best to sound an order, but it was more a desperate beg.

And God he did it. One, two, three times in a row, making you clench around him harder than before. You two were already on the very edge.

“Cum with me. Cum inside me, Thor,” you said between moans.

And so he did, spilled himself inside you, he let out a sound so animalistic that you lost it as well. You came around him chanting his name over and over again, like a prayer.

You collapsed above him, body still trembling, vibrating with the sweet and powerful sensation post orgasm.

“God,” you moaned softly unable to move.

“Breath, now it's my turn,” he said kissing you softly.

A kiss that wouldn't match at all his next actions, you already knew you wouldn't leave his room anytime soon.

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[spiritpriestess]

What you need to hear from the Universe right now

Hi there beautiful people 💛

I was inspired to do another pick a card reading again because I've been getting better at reading the cards and wanted to help the collective. I'm sure most of you know how this works, but if you're new, you just basically have to pick a pile from these based on your intuition, your gut feeling. Take a few deep breaths, maybe even close your eyes and ask 'What do I need to hear from the Universe right now?' You may hear a number, or get a feeling, or just look at the correct pile after opening your eyes. You can even get the help of a pendulum if you have one.

But without further ado, let's get into this, I hope you enjoy ❤️✨🔮

Group 1

The first message I'm getting is that you need to look at your ideas and projects from a different perspective. You may have become stuck recently with something you're working on, and a different approach is required to continue forward. The Go Outside card also refers to this, but it can have two meanings -, actually go outside and let nature and the outside world inspire you and give you fresh eyes, or get outside of your head because you've been in there for too long. Get your mind off of this something, again, to get a clearer look on it when you get back to it later.

The Self Reflection card gives me the message that you also need to reflect on what you truly want, if this something you're working on is in alignment with you and also to realize what is important in this process. Also actually reflect on yourself, to discover parts of you you didn't know you had, because it will help you go further on your path, as the Path card shows. And to step onto that path, you need to balance out your energies, time spent alone and with others and I'm hearing you're also required to let go of parts of you that no longer serve you, to let go of the old baggage, the stuff that just weighs you down, that's why self reflection is also needed. Do some journaling, or shadow work, not just to help you achieve what you want here, but to help you become the person you're meant to be. Because, as you can see, she's standing there alone now, the bare essence of her being, after having let go of all those reflections and aspects of her she didn't need anymore. And now the path is clear, but a little more work is needed, to climb that ladder.

I hope this resonated with you and could help you out at least a little, let me know in the comments what you think 💛

Group 2

The two of Cups is basically the relationship card, all about connections, partnerships, soulmates and twinflames.

And that's also the message I'm getting here, that you have problems with one of your relationships, it could be a friend, a family member, but for most of you, I feel like this is a love relationship. You may have had a rough time lately with them, had fights or disagreements, or just had a lot of clashes with them on a daily basis almost. The four of swords tells you to put down your weapon, your aggression aside and rest, do some self care. Focus on yourself and what you could do to grow. The root of the problem that's causing you guys to clash is only in your mind, as the eight of Swords shows. You're only trapped by your own thoughts and beliefs and fail to observe the outside and the reality around you. Examine these beliefs and try to find out where they come from, and then let it go because it's only working against you.

There's actually an Abundance of Peace, like literally, we have two peace cards and abundance (i love it when the cards do this haha). The affirmation on the top card says

'There is no need to worry, as everything is working out beautifully.'

So as I said, there's nothing actually wrong, it's 'only' (it's still hard to deal with obviously) caused by your subconscious beliefs. Your partner loves you and they're only acting this way because the fears and beliefs manifest into the relationship, or because they mirror it back at you (in which case, and I think there's a few of you, this means a twinflame connection).

Now, if you aren't in a relationship, the message I'm getting is that you're too worried about finding someone and you're getting frustrated over it, and again, you're trapped by your own mind. And again, there's no need to worry, but you have to become more peaceful and let go of these attachments to attract this person into your life. I'm hearing the word 'let go' and it's important in manifestation in general, once we know what we want and take steps to achieve it, we should also let go of the outcome and detach to let the universe bring it to us. The more you worry and think about it, the further away you push it from yourself. So try to let go, make peace with yourself and your life as it is now and focus on bettering yourself so you can be ready for that person later.

One last message I'm getting is that you may be worried about not finding love, or friends because there's no one who fits you, but the abundance card tells you that there ARE and you just need to change your mindset that's keeping you stuck and stop you from meeting those people.

I hope this resonated with you and could help you out at least a little, let me know in the comments what you think 💛

Group 3

The five of swords is about success achieved by violence and aggression, but it never ends conflicts. The six of disks on the other hand, is sharing your resources, money or time with others to help them but also because that way you also appreciate it more.

I'm getting the message that some of you may be worried that what you want or need won't be given to you just like that, but you have to fight for it, or even violently take it. It could be attention from someone, or even love.

The other message I'm getting is that you want to help others in some way, but don't know how and you feel like you have to fight for this, what you want.

Since we have the card Medicine Woman 'You are a channel for Divine healing power.' here, some of you may actually be healers, lightworkers or anything along those lines and you want to work in your field, but you may feel like you have to compete with others and fight for your money. You are protected though, as the Protection card shows. You are safe, there's no need to worry, you just have to focus on the joy and pleasure of doing what you love, of helping others in whatever form you're doing it. There's also a ton of blue butterflies here, and one of their meanings is joy and happiness, so this just amplifies that, focus on the joy and pleasure, because where our focus and attention goes, energy flows. Which means we manifest more and more of that. They also mean, change, transformation, good luck, a meaningful purpose, acceptance.

The other message I'm getting is that some of you are worried about money, feeling like there's not enough of it and you have to fight for it, or even take it aggressively. Being demanding because you're scared. But again, you are protected and there's actually an abundance of money, but most of us are conditioned to believe that there's not enough. That we live in a finite universe, that's what the Thanos of our childhood told us, lmao. Jokes aside, this really is what most people think, but think about our beautiful Earth. There's an infinite amount of air, it's being produced all over the world all the time, unless you go to outer space or deep into the ocean, you never run out of air, in that sense. Then all the sand, covering our beaches, the water all around, the leaves of the trees and the grass on the ground, and they keep growing every day, every year. Obviously humanity greatly affects this, but what I'm trying to say, we actually live in an Abundant universe, and money is no exception.

So with that being said, what you can do is focus on the parts of your life that you're grateful for, that bring you joy and pleasure, the money you do have and the pleasure and joy of using it can give you. The medicine woman card also means a situation is being healed and with the protection card, they're telling you to let go of your worries because you're protected and being healed too. I feel like some of you are already in the process of changing your thoughts and beliefs about money. But those who don't, definitely do that because most of the time the only thing preventing us from making more money is the beliefs we have in our subconscious minds, and we need to assess and change them to make our lives better. One last thing I'm getting is to focus on the simple pleasures of life, the things that aren't from money, like the laughter you share with others, the joy of seeing someone you love, a pet, the feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, the air during spring, fresh with blooming flowers, the beautiful sky and clouds, sunsets etc. These are all there without us having to pay for iI hope this resonated with you and could help you out at least a little, let me know in the comments what you think 💛

#tarot reading #pick a card reading #oracle cards #witchcraft #divination #witchy

[dalekofchaos]

My problems with Avengers Endgame

For the most part, I like it. Could’ve been better. But here are my problems with the movie

The bad taste Thor fat jokes and mocking jokes about Thor's PTSD and depression....like really? Also nice of the Russos for throwing Thor's character arc out the window and abandoning his people....TWICE. Instead of taking responsibility and rule with Valkyrie as his equal, Thor just abandons his people just to be a Guardian....for reasons??????

Sidelining Carol. WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT OF TEASING HER ONLY TO LEAVE HER ON THE FUCKING SIDES. NO SERIOUSLY, FUCKING WHY???  Why does Wanda get to unleash on Thanos, but Carol gets knocked around by Thanos? Fucking seriously? What kind of fucking bullshit is this. What kind of actual fucking disrespect is this horseshit?

Not making Carol and Maria married and being the representation fans wanted.  Carol’s butch lesbian look was more representation than a nameless guy saying he was seeing another guy. 

Fridging Black Widow before her fucking movie even comes out, jesus fucking christ, they really went "you're getting a Black Widow movie lol lmao bitch you thought" it’s not just that. Natasha isn’t even given respect after her passing. She isn’t given a goodbye. All she gets is the men turning into whiny pissants and Bruce tosses a bench into the lake. Natasha sacrificed her life for her family and to stop Thanos and THIS IS THE FUCKING THANKS SHE GETS??? 

Gamora is still fridged. Past Gamora is loyal to Thanos. That makes no fucking sense. Did the Russos even WATCH Guardians Of The Galaxy? Gamora in 2014 was working AGAINST Thanos. She plotted on hiding the power stone away from Thanos. Present Nebula didn’t even need to convince her, she should’ve helped Present Nebula from the beginning. There was no need for it. Even worse, Strange couldn’t just bring Gamora  from a time before she went to Vormir. Gamora couldn’t have been spared her fate. And even worse. Both Gamora and Nebula are denied the revenge of the man who has abused, manipulated and gaslighted them their whole lives and they couldn’t be allowed the opportunity to kill Thanos? Fuck you.

Hank and Pierce's bad toupees

Not making Loki the rat who frees Scott and having it revealed and having Loki's grand dramatic slut return entrance. Loki just escaping with the Tesseract and  not doing anything with it is just dumb. But what’s really dumb is not having Thor and Loki escaping together in Infinity War while Thanos is fighting The Hulk. He had it and he didn’t use it. It just feels like Loki’s death was ultimately pointless now. And apparently Loki escaping with The Tesseract  was pointless, Loki is seen in his cell in Asgard....how the fuck is this supposed to make any sense at all? So honestly I would just have Loki be the very last one to return and reveal himself as the rat who freed Scott. It would make more sense than anything. Loki is the very thing that started The Avengers, it makes sense that he returns to help them against Thanos.

That fucking Hydra Cap reference, he needed to stay in cover, I know but we wanted to forget it ever happened

Once again the shows are screwed over. No Quake, Ghost Rider or The Defenders

Nebula does not kill Thanos.....fucking bullshit fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Nebula should’ve killed Thanos. Nebula by far suffered the most and the hand of Thanos. She was abused, manipulated, and isolated because of him and he killed her sister. Additionally, all of her movies, but especially Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and Endgame flesh out and develop her character quite well, giving the audience ample time to connect with her. Furthermore, a great portion of Nebula’s body has been replaced with metal, which we already knew from previous films but was highlighted in Endgame itself, when Nebula simply sticks her hand in the energy field surrounding the power stone to retrieve it, destroying the “skin” on her hand but leaving her “skeleton” intact. Because of this, it is likely that Nebula had a better chance of surviving a snap than any other Avenger (except for maybe Bruce), and the cinematic payoff of allowing her to be the one to kill Thanos would have been far greater than letting Tony kill Thanos. You could even have Thanos say “I am inevitable daughter” Nebula could have a Eowyn moment “I am not your daughter” and finally Nebula would kill him. Nebula deserved to kill Thanos. And since Nebula was the one who snapped, we know Gamora would return, maybe since they worked together, Nebula would bring back Natasha. Like they all fought to bring an end and bring everyone back. Gamora and Natasha deserved to return and reverse the bullshit fridging. Tony could return to his family and once again they didn’t have to make Far From Home of making Spider-Man be “the new Iron Man” Tony could retire in peace and tell Peter “the world is in safe hands of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man”

Steve Rogers abandoning his found family and the horrible implications of Steve staying in the past. Before I talk about the implications, I just need to say it makes no sense. Steve made peace with his life in the new world. Peggy wanted Steve to move on, Steve grew as a character. He even saw Peggy was happy in Endgame(however I would’ve had Peggy be seen with her wife Angie, yes fuck ABC I am still bitter) and Peggy herself said she was happy with her life. It makes no sense for Steve to just abandon Sam and Bucky just to be with someone he kissed once. I honestly would’ve been happy if he chose to sacrifice himself to bring Natasha back. I would even be happy if Steve came back, married Sharon and chose to retire, and pass on the Shield to Sam. Just anything is better. It’s not a satisfying conclusion to Steve Rogers’ character arc.  A satisfying character arc means more than giving the character a prize at the end of the story. Women are not prizes. Peggy Carter is not a prize. Peggy Carter would slap the shit out of Steve Rogers if she knew he threw his life away just to be with her and ruining her own life in turn. Even if I didn't like how they paired Peggy with Daniel, even I understand that Peggy moved on and found love and married a man who lost his leg for his country without superstrength or fame, and they had kids. Steve took away Peggy's agency, destroyed her family and ruined his own journey. Even more insulting is the fact that Bucky Barnes was brought back to life and Steve barely acknowledges him. Ever since The Winter Soldier, Steve’s journey has been focused on Bucky and he barely even acknowledges him. He fought a fucking war that split The Avengers for him and he STILL does not even have one last moment with him? What the fuck? But you know the real stupid thing about this? Tony and Natasha died just so to make the world a better place. The better place that Steve then leaves at the end of the movie. Steve’s entire character arc throughout the MCU would be opposed to altering the timeline for his own selfish desires. This is not the Captain America I know. You’re seriously telling me that Steve Rogers didn’t value his present friends, possible girlfriend and life even a little bit? What has been done to Steve Rogers is unforgivable and I would rather Steve dies sacrificing himself in bringing Thanos down. That would’ve been a better send off than ignoring everything about his character arc. As for the implications about going to the past? He knows about the future, he knows HYDRA infiltrated SHIELD, he knows Bucky is being used as their weapon and will kill the Starks, he knows that Peggy, Howard and Hank are surrounded by Hydra,  he even knows about the civil rights fighting. it’s a little alarming Steve Rogers’s idea of a retirement plan was to go back to the jim crow era to cuddle up with his old flame. Apparently a happy ending for Captain America is a white man in the US. He went back to an era where a cis het white man would feel very safe and comfortable. He doesn't choose to fight for Civil rights in the 60's(how is Sam supposed to feel that Steve did nothing for the movement?), Steve and Peggy don't crack down the Hydra infestation and there isn't a Bucky rescue. Like really bad implications

#anti mcu #anti endgame #thor odinson #captain marvel #carol danvers #black widow #natasha romanoff #Loki Laufeyson #loki laufeyson #captain america #steve rogers #gamora

[cuddleslutloki]

alright here’s that fraternal twins au

thor and loki are fraternal twins who ofc look very different except! they share a birth mark on their hip that mirrors each other. just a little patch of pink-brown skin. they're sons of a wealthy lord and when they're pretty young loki is kidnapped and taken away and they never find him. this is like... medieval times bc i feel like it 

so about a decade later thor has inherited the estate and the all the riches odin left. hela married up and she's like a fucking duchess or sth, and one day thor gets a letter from his beloved sister claiming she saw loki at a tavern. she says she saw the birth mark and it has to be him, but she didn't say anything or do anything she thinks since he was taken so young he might not remember her, so thor should try

so thor goes bc even if it isn't loki he'd rather know he tried. but he takes one look and he knows. that's his brother. and hela also lied bc it's not just a tavern. it's a fucking brothel

and a very seedy one owned by a warlord thor's familiar with. he has to be careful because if he pisses off this warlord there's no guarantee that hela would be able to rally the king to come to his aid. so instead he plays it cool. he buys loki for the night and is determined to have loki remember him so they can run away together. but loki is in work mode, so he's just trying to get in thor's pants.

thor is trying to tell loki to slow down, asks him his name and loki says it's whatever thor wants it to be, so thor says "then i'm calling you loki" and loki freezes. he rips thor's pants down and sees the birthmark and quietly says "so it was our sister the other night? it wasn't just some fever dream about finally being free?"

and thor is pissed bc loki sounds terrified at the fact that thor is real and in front of him, that there's hope

so he decides he's going to buy loki since everyone is for sale in this place and then he'll use any information loki has to start fighting to take this warlord thanos down (ofc it's thanos lmao)

so thor leaves loki in the room and tells him not to open the door unless it's thor, he even locks loki inside and he goes to the front to the barkeep and says he's considering buying the man they gave him

except there's a catch sales have to be approved as good matches bc they don't want to have a slave returned after they've been used or even retrained. so someone has to make sure that they'll be compatible for long-term use. ie, they need to see loki being used.  thor has to either perform some kind of sexual act with his brother that he hasn't seen in ten years, or leave loki at the brothel and find another way to free him, or (as his temper wants) just kill everyone in the brothel and leave

so option a it is

he agrees and goes back to the room to tell loki what's going on, expecting loki to back out of things, but loki is like "i'm not going to let a blowjob keep me from my freedom" and thor's like O.O bc he didn't even get that far to thinking about what they'd even do bc he never thought loki would agree

so they end up in a little side room with some guy standing there, watching and evaluating them. and loki gets right to work. thor's pants are around his ankles and he's got his nose to thor's pelvis. thor doesn't know at first if he can get hard, but then loki does something with his tongue and all of his blood is in his cock

he's barely keeping himself from moaning loki's name. bc he can't give them away. thor's wires are being crossed because he loves loki so much and he's so glad he's finally been reunited with his brother and that he can buy loki's freedom, but this isn't how it should be... but it feels good, and loki seems to be going above and beyond what's necessary for the observing party.  thor cums too damn quick but he's not even upset, he's kind of dazed, and the guy observing makes an amused little noise and says "it's almost like he wants to go home with you"

and thor laughs and nods, bc he still can't quite speak. and he takes loki home. he's pissed that they didn't ask for more, loki's price is like mid-tier for a slave and loki says it's bc he talks back too much. once they're home loki is more than happy to spill any info he has on thanos and thor starts planning to have him killed by a couple of his former 'children' who are the only two that have ever managed to escape (gamora & nebula bc ofc)

but he's also having a crisis bc within a few weeks loki's put in a little weight and he looks healthy and he seems so happy and thor is so fucking grateful. hela visits and they catch up and they don't talk about anything that happened to loki, thor especially doesn't. 

bc all he can think about at night is how loki's throat felt convulsing around his cockhead

and he feels fucking awful bc loki went through 10 years of abuse and violence and he should be escaping it, not living with a brother who thinks about abusing him

part of him wants to tell loki to go live with hela

every other part of him can't stomach the thought of ever waking up without loki in his house again

so he says nothing. he continues on as he has, he bonds with his brother, loves him, and suffers silently and tries to purge himself of these thoughts but he just. can't. and one night, like two or three years after he's managed to rescue loki, they're in the library together and loki sits down a little too close to him on the chaise. thanos was killed in the spring, nebula and gamora have all of his power and resources. loki has been acting happier and lighter than ever and thor is so glad, but even  more guilty bc when he touches himself he hears loki's laugh as he cums

and loki kisses him on the cheek and he thinks nothing of it. loki has been affectionate, almost like when they were boys, and he figures that they were separated so young and for loki it must be nice to give some kind of innocent affection like that

bc despite everything thor sees loki as innocent

he knows loki's done some very cruel things, but it was all to people who used him without his consent, so thor feels loki was justified in every awful and ugly thing he did to survive, and he's told loki as much

but then loki kisses the corner of his mouth and thor freezes

and loki smiles and gives this happy little hum and says "you talk in your sleep sometimes. mostly you call my name. if i come to your room and touch you, you usually settle. so i came to you last night, but you weren't crying. you weren't upset"

thor's heart feels like it can't decide between stopping and racing, he can barely breathe. he remembers waking up with cum sticking his cock to his sleeping pants

loki nuzzles his cheek and is so sweet and tells him "i know i shouldn't want you, right? it's not normal, not natural, but i haven't been able to stop thinking about how your cum tasted. i've almost forgotten." thor can't move. loki takes the book he was reading out of his hands and straddles his waist and he is just sitting there silently, watching his brother

loki smiles at him and presses their hips together and thor gasps bc they're both hard. loki leans in and licks his ear, then kisses it "you make me feel safe. sucking your cock was the first time i had sex i actually wanted. i want to know what it's like to have someone i love touch me. you were rutting your cock into your bed, moaning my name, and you said you love me. you weren't even awake, you didn't know i was there to hear you, but i did. please"

and thor can't take another damn word so he kisses loki and pulls him in close, and it's all so overwhelming that he's shaking as he picks loki up and goes to loki's room, conscious of the fact that it should happen in loki's territory, as it were

they have very slow, passionate sex where loki is lavished in attention and cums until he's so exhausted he's barely moaning, but he's smiling the entire time, and when thor finishes he's just chanting loki's name over and over

and they lay cuddled up in bed, facing each other, and they kiss and talk, and loki touches thor's birthmark, then his own, and says maybe they have them bc they're soulmates

the end

#thorki #thunderfrost #baylen fic #might make a moodboard for this tbh

[maagicmiss]

Endgame spoilers !! Beware the spoil !!

This movie was amazing. With a lot of humor, which never fall flat. I was dumbfounded from the beginning to the end tbh Nobody asked for it but there is my hot take of Avengers 4 :

I felt really bad for Thor because ya know, depression™️ but damn the surprise/shock made me laugh. Noobmaster is an absolute evil that we need to end. They kinda did him dirty, I really wasn’t wanting for that but eh 🤷🏻‍♀️ Broken man 😔 Everytime I think about how much he lost I die inside a little more. Rocket was the real best dude here. Cheers to him. I was so fck happy for him when he got his hammer back !!! Like !!! "I’m still worthy" !!!!! You go you funky thunderous man !!! He deserves to be happy at all cost. Protect this man. During the last battle I was shook, with both his hammer and axe, fighting the purple asshole, so cool. Amazing, truly. Also, when he gave Valkyrie the commandment ?? My queen. She’s now my queen. By the way, we all know who’s in command of the Guardians now 🔥🔥😂

I can’t exprim how much I was sad for Natasha. When I saw them climbing this damned mountain I understood it was over for her 😭😭 I will love her until my dying breaths. She did deserve better but she died protecting her family, and the earth. She was the one who fought until the end, who did everything she could, and managed to avenge the earth. Thanks to her Thanos was defeated. Let’s honor her 😭👊🏻🔥

Clint. Like, dude. Pain. Angst. A bit of stupidity but that’s Clint so yeah. The assasinsbowl was ofc won by Natasha, and he lived. I would’ve been pissed if he died because he killed all this (bad indeed) people out of pettiness and sadness and anger for his family but he would’ve let himself die ? I understand. But like, dude. No. You’re a father. A husband. Natasha was ofc going to sacrifices herself instead of you.

HULK !!! My man. He’s happy and that’s all that matter 😭❤️ We stan a confident and humourus man y’all (Im still waiting for a height joke when Scott got aaaaaall huge in the end rip) Also, him being ashamed of his past self ??? Amazing. I couldn’t even in my wildest dreams lol I was dead when he met the old sorceress and got kicked out of his body lmaoo

STEVE. Or best known as America’s ass. Bae. I love that man. Everybody does. He did it. He did all his possible and it payed off. Also what a quick learner. When the hammer got lift, I was "W H O ???" Tbh I was thinking Loki, like "yo surprise bitches" but it was way better xD I think I screamed lmaooo But man, so fucking cool and impressive. That scene where he stand alone in front of Thanos and of his whole army ? With his broken shield ? I C O N I C. I am already seeing all the edit, gif, tribute, fanart and fanfic about it. I can’t wait y’all. Although, I was a bit disappointed about his closure ? Like yeaaah it was neat but... idk....... a bit dissatisfied and disappointed. The Steve/Steve was funny but also sad, idk. Although, Steve in the elevator saying Heil Hydra was beautiful.

Tony. I need to say it. Steve did him dirty. Like. Poor man. He didn’t deserve that, at all. I would’ve preferred Steve snapping down Thanos than him. He’s a father !! A husband too !!! Steve promised to him he wasn’t going to die. LIES, ALL LIES. I’m salty. But no hate for the blond man please. In the end, it was Tony choice. In the end with "The proof that Tony Stark has a heart" was heartbreaking. I wasn’t ready AT ALL. I’m not his biggest fan but oh damn, Sadness got me down. His daughter ? Pain. The little kid from Iron man 3 ?? Pain. Happy being sad ? Pain. Pepper ? Pain. I’m dead. He deserved better 😔 When he met his dad, I was dying. Dying of sadness but also of joy. Glad he could talk to him, and even hug him !!!!

Carol !!! THE bitch. I love her. She could walk on me and I would apologize. We didn’t saw her that much but ya know, it’s cool. I gave her entry a 9/10 because there wasn’t thunder lol (unlike Thor in Infinity War, who rightfully had a mighty 10/10). She was a queen. That haircut ? Beautiful.

Nebula. She’s my bae. Protect her. She’s doesn’t seem to need it but she does. Baby. She baby. But she’s a dangerous baby so be careful lmao Her killing in cold blood her past her (??? Was that suicide ?? Or murder ?? Or murder suicide idk ???) to protect her past sister was tragically sad and heartbreaking and beautiful. I’m saying a lot beautiful but hey I’m doing my best with my limited vocabulary. Nebula and her, and the guardian deserves happiness. Lowkey shooketh that nobody saw it was the past Nebula and not the right one but I’m going to excuse them by saying it the excitement of having all Infinity stones and of sadness for Natasha. Other way I’m about to throw hands 🤬😤

Iconic moment :

Carol saving Tony’s ass. We all knew that was how it gonna to happen but I was so relieved. 9/10.

Thor killing in cold blood Thanos in front of everyone, dead inside was wow, brutal. Not happiness out of it, no recomfort. Merciless, brutal, cold. He was here for the head and he got it. 7/10

Not an iconic moment but shush. The five years later ? I was astonished. It must have been 5 painful years. The world was in shred, dusts and broken people everywhere. Pain. Everything is blue, melancholic, broke. If I was one of the missing people coming back I would tell to every fucking one that joke "Hey, I’m gone like 5 seconds and everybody go apeshit ? What would you all do without me ?" Yeah im that bitch lmao 10/10 because you feel that emptiness and sadness.

Tony joining the idiots and Tired Steve™️ with an actual good plan in his fancy car with a lot of skids and other fancy stuff ? 10/10 good one, boi

That scene from Avengers 1 ? Then them on the side ? 6/10

Steve in that elevator ? You already know. 9/10

Steve commenting on his own ass ?? 1000/10 Trust me, it’s fair. Were waiting for that since Avengers 1.

I love Steve

Loki ?? Man, that dude is a joke but I love him. The face he made when he saw the case slide.... beautiful. The face he made when he jumped in the time hole ??? Iconic. 10/10. I want to know how everything is gonna to play with his series. I wanted more of him tbh I even was waiting for him in the last battle. By the way, is he still dead ? If he never went to Odin.... idk. Lowkey confused here.....

And last but not least :

The final battle.

Damn.

The fight between Iron Man, Thor, Captain and Thanos was intense. I was on the edge of my seat lmao It reminds me of their fight in Avengers 1, in the forest, for Loki. They were fighting against each other, now they’re fighting together 🔥👊🏻❤️ 9/10

Steve picking up the hammer ? 10/10 No comment, it’s fair. (The "I knew it" of Thor was priceless)

Steve getting a rematch on Thanos with both his shield and Hammer ? I C O N I C. 9/10 because it didn’t last long in my opinion.

Steve in front of the whole army ? Alone ? The face dirty of dirt and blood, the shield cut in half ? After he slowly stood up, even tho he was tired and probably had broken ribs ? How dare you not applause. That old man was ready to fight them all, and to fucking die. Stupid but amazing. 1001/10. Slightly better than him commenting on his own ass lmao (tag me if u ever do a fanart of this scene please)

Sam calling Steve ? Not iconic but still. I was dying and it cured me. My skin is clear, my debt are payed off, my grades are perfect and I’m now immortal.

The Powerful Women squad ? Damn. I love it. Sign me up for 10 movies about their shenanigans around the universe. 10/10

All the dead one coming back to life ? All the dead coming through the portals ? And looking badass af ?? Doctor Strange ? Wong ? Wanda ? Sam ? Bucky ? Spider man ? The Guardians looking sharp ? Black Panther with his sister and Okoye ? The Wankanda Army ? The spatial ships ? EVERYONE ????? Bitch Please, it was perfect. 10/10.

Tony snapping ? "I’m Iron Man." I was euphoric. 10/10. Then I was really sad. So 10/pain

"Proof that Tony Stark has an heart" ? A painful 7/10.

As you can read, I loved that movie. Like, very much, but, I’m a bit dissatisfied about the music. The Russos were idk, timid ? Shy about it. Most of them were old one, the themes of the characters and the principal theme (the one from avengers 1). Nothing too extraordinary, nor extravagant. Can do better.

Also, idk why but I found that Hulk was a bit weird ? Idk he seemed emotionless ? Maybe it’s only me but I didn’t like that much the CGI of Hulk this time.

Wanda. She barely spoke. Rip

Tony’s death. He shouldn’t have died.

Steve’s old days/death/idk. I’m not buying it. I don’t like it either. Glad Sam is Captain America now tho. Sad for Bucky. The dude is gonna end up alone in 2022 (or idk what years) with only Sam and Steve’s grandchildren or idk Rip dude

There is soooo much to say about this movie. Like, I write something down and something else is immediately coming up x) Maybe I’ll edit stuff later.

#mcu #avengers #avengers endgame #steve rogers #captain america #iron man #thor #ant man #loki #black widow #ronin #hawkeye #the avengers #chris hemsworth #chris evans #robert downey jr #carol danvers #brie larson #natasha romanoff #hulk #the incredible hulk #bruce banner #dr hulk #the russos #the russo brothers #sound like mafioso names tbh #marvel #marvel endgame #endgame premiere

[laufire]

ENDGAME

Okay. I definitely won’t be able to sleep today, so I might as well pour out all my Endgame feelings right now.

First thing first, I was probably in the WORST POSSIBLE HEADSPACE to watch this film; national elections where fascists could take over Congress (spoiler alert, they didn’t. I literally just cried with relief for over ten minutes) AND being extremely concerned about characters you over-identify with on the same day, all after the worst year of your life, apparently don’t mix well. Who would have thunk.

(btw, I was spoiled as I was voting about That Very Big Thing; everyone who follows me probably can guess what I’m talking about. I almost threw hands tbh. Then almost cried over a dozen times on the way to the theatre because the stress of the day was killing me ugh).

All this to say, my head is a mess right now, I don’t even know if this post is going to make any sense, and I will probably take time to process certain things and have a definite opinion on them LOL. But well, here is now.

And err. Warning for a brief mention of suicide ideation?

(crossposted to dreamwidth, livejournal, and pillowfort)

TONY (& CO)

– In case it wasn’t obvious, the thing I was spoiled about? Yeah, it was Tony’s death. FML. I mean, even if I wasn’t spoiled, I would’ve seen it coming as soon as we saw him after the five years jump, lbr (happily off-screen married to Pepper? With an adorable daughter? Pepper resigned to the possibility of losing him instead of begging him to stay like in IW? And then the movie kept hammering it home LMAO; that and a lot of things for the mains that I kind of saw coming from less than a third into the movie, which IDK if it’s because I was particularly intuitive, or the foreshadowing was that heavy handed xD).

Obviously, I’m not rocking your world if I tell you I’m extremely heartbroken, I guess. Especially because, as I said, my emotions were already all over the place. And seeing a character I adore, and in who I project a lot of my issues on –including, yes, suicidal issues–, sacrifice their lives (no matter how poignant, and moving, and well-written it might be) was incredibly hard for me. So, yeah. I’m going to have to deal with that for a while I guess. Which I plan to do by writing a bunch of Fix-It and Not Actually Fix-It fics ASAP.

But. I mean, out of all the endings Tony could have, this was always my second choice for him. And he was grandiose in this film. He figured out time travel. He created a gauntlet capable of holding the Infinity stones. Beings far more powerful than him were trying to carry that gauntlet to the van and none of them thought to use it, but he did. He was completely vindicated. He is the Saviour of the Universe.

And he looked gorgeous the entire time, which is truly important for me.

– In all seriousness, the thing I take to heart the most is that

his legacy remains intact

, and it’s inspiring, and heroic, and poetic, and prosperous. Clearly, without him, my enthusiasm for the universe will never be the same, but one thing that worried me is that I wouldn’t want anything to do with Marvel for a while after this film, and that’s not how I’m feeling; I’m very much looking forward to further parallels and homages to him in my ever-growing list :P

Tho, honestly, I’m kind of side-eyeing myself for the fact that, the one time!!! I go and fall in love with a male lead character, he happens to be genuinely heroic and self-sacrificing, instead of just using those concepts as lip-service and getting to have his cake and eat it too LMAO. I mean, sure, given my reactions to those characters, the AeJons Snowrgaryens of the world, I wouldn’t have liked him so much if it was the case, but dammit. It’d be nice to experience that high sometime xD

– The Iron Fam is the best part of this movie for me. Tony’s relationship with Morgan was way too adorable to handle it; Pepper was enormous and so poised (and the scene where they circle around each other in their armors… poetic cinema); I didn’t get enough Iron Husbands to satiate me (Rhodey’s caress should have been skin to skin!), but I loved what we got; Happy is an assholes who made me cry ABOUT CHEESEBURGERS.

And let’s not talk about Peter, OMG. My heart. And Harley appeared to Tony’s funeral! Though, honestly, the person I missed the most there was Christine Everhart, who should have been there just on the basis that I like her (plus, ya know, IMO she was important to Tony’s origin dammit).

I’m going to consider Nebula an honorary member, tbh. Her scenes with Tony in space cut me deep; and she and Rhodey are buddies!

Natasha and Fury (I loved his appearance *sniffs*) are honorary members too, because fuck it. They both appeared first vis a vis Tony on his movies, and have two of my favourite relationships with him, and I say so.

– Related to that, one Failure™ of this movie, is not providing a Nat & Tony one-on-one scene. Seriously, I can’t believe they didn’t realize how necessary that was. But I ADORED the scene where they and Bruce are lying down bouncing ideas about the stones (it made me softly whisper “ot3” LOL); it was possibly the only “Avengers” moment that worked for me –other than Clintasha, but that’s on a different league tbh.

I wanted more Nebula & Tony scenes too; I would’ve loved to see Tony interact with Past!Nebula. Yes, realistically, he would probably had made her LOL, but. I needed it. it’s definitely on my to-write-list :P

– I wanted just some positive interaction between Carol & Tony to counteract Current Comics Bullshit and I got Carol rescuing him, smiling beatifically at him, and Tony basically saying she was Da Bomb and the Avengers should follow her lead instead of keep sucking xDD So that was nice.

– I loved the scene at the beginning where he fucking SNAPS, and goes for Steve’s throat. It was probably my favourite scene. It’s resolution with everyone’s reactions and after the flashforward kind of… totally sucked, but whatever. Still amazing.

– The only part of his storyline that I HATED, and I mean absolutely loathed, was his scene with Howard. Jesus Fucking Christ. They went with the most simplistic take they could have, didn’t they. I haven’t felt more insulted in the theatre in my entire life, and my family made me watch both Ocho apellidos movies with them, so Marvel? That’s a feat. The moment where he says his father hit him with a belt so we (Tony included) are supposed to think, well, at least Howard wasn’t physically violent with his son, hooray?

And I think we’re supposed to take his “wouldn’t want my son to turn like me” as motivation for Tony’s actions and like… newsflash, but Tony has “put the worlds’ needs over his own gain” since Iron Man. Fucking. One. It’s literally what he does in this film, because we’re shown that, despite having achieved his happy ending, he was still trying to figure out time travel even if it meant risking his future.

Seriously, if they wanted me to be moved, they should’ve used Maria. Or hell, Edwin Jarvis was right there. And if whitewashing of Howard’s abuse becomes one of those MCU things that ends up bleeding into the comics, I’m gonna riot. Ugh.

BTW, just thought about this. Has anyone confirmed what the H. of Morgan’s second name stands for? Because my immediate idea was that it was for Happy, but now the fear that it might relate to Howard has entered my brain and I need someone to drive it out.

OTHER FAVES :P

– I am a lot more heartbroken over Natasha’s death than I expected to be. I like her character on paper a lot, but sometimes the writing or the acting don’t agree with me; neither was the case in this movie. I thought she was incredible. I loved the scene where she’s leading the post-dusting council. So losing her in this movie, of all movies, really hurts. And I understand why people who love her would be unhappy, and even furious –to some extent, so am I, tbh; specially because I don’t think she was properly honoured by the other characters after the fact–, but I do think it was extremely fitting for her arc.

– I loved Nebula’s storyline; how she was able to form new relationships, and what I know will be enduring friendships. Her interactions with her younger self were fascinating too; I loved that she perfectly followed the time-travel mumbo-jumbo. And she was so adorable at the beginning. Her bond with Tony didn’t have as much screen time as I wish it had, but the rest of the movie really shows how much his kindness touched her, and I love it. I’m a bit sad she didn’t get to kill any Thanos, tho.

– Okay, putting him in the “faves” section doesn’t exactly feel right, but whatever: I maintain that Thanos is a great villain. I don’t know what people that say otherwise are thinking. He’s the perfect foil for so many characters, and he is genuinely villainous; he is so delusional and self-righteous (seriously, his “solution” for the Snap 2.0 was… o.0) his plans feel sincerely menacing. He perfectly spells out his own doom; narratively speaking? He’s a joy of a villain to me. And I loved how he reacted to the information about the future; specifically, that upon learning about Nebula’s “betrayal”, his tactic was SOFTENING towards past!Nebula to make her even more eager to please him.

– Carol didn’t have much screen time, but I liked what she got (like, nothing too deep, but I didn’t expect much). I liked the Carol/Rhodey nod, even if I’m not sure how I feel about the ship in this incarnation. I wanted to hear something about Maria, but welp.

And on a shallow note, I kind of love that fandom absolutely freaked out about her wearing lipstick on a scene (while praising the “~natural no-make-up make up, effortlessly feminine without looking like you’re actually trying” look that she sported on CM, and disregarding that while yes, it was a troubling look that fitted a pattern across movies, A4 was made first so it was hardly a “betrayal” of the semi-grunge style), for the movie to go and give her the butchest look she’s ever gonna get on film lmao (and I will be pleasantly surprised if they’d keep a look like this for a movie where she’s the lead and not a supporting character, tbh).

– Sam and Bucky were So Soft™ with each other OMG. If their show doesn’t have at least ONE episode centred on them going undercover as a married couple, I’ll write it myself, because they are perfect for it (especially if you add some of the early banter/antagonism).

Btw, Sam getting the shield? The only good part of that mess at the end LMAO.

– I have mixed feelings for the Alt!Gamora development. I just… really loved the GOTG-IW versions of her character and her ship, and she’s gone and just… :( And that type of pseudo-amnesia/relationship do-over thing can be so badly written sometimes… But she’s back, and if done right, the role-reversal between her and Nebula could be gr10 for GOTG 3. We’ll see.

THE BAD™

– I know if I walked up right now to the Russos, and asked them why they hate Thor so much, they wouldn’t even understand the question. They would say, but we love Thor?? He’s such a fun character?? Or some version of the sort. They can fool themselves, but not me. You don’t do this to a character for whom you feel a modicum of respect, IMO.

Like, the fat-phobic jokes? The way they dealt with his substance abuse? How his arc about stepping up and assuming responsibilities ended by… him throwing away his responsibilities. Losing his hammer was a turning point for him to relearn the lessons about value and worthiness and power he’d been taught, and then… this movie. I couldn’t even fully enjoy his scenes with Frigga because I was so appalled by it all.

His only great scene, IMO, was how horrified and out of it he sounded after killing Thanos. I really felt that.

I didn’t even enjoy that he passed his power to Valkyrie because… unlike with Sam, that basically came out of nowhere. If they at least had given them ONE more scene at the beginning; seriously, it writes itself: just put her in the room when Bruce and Rocket are trying to convince him to go with them, and have her being the one that does it. Make her help him the way HE helped HER in Ragnarok; show her trying to help him and getting angry and frustrated. IDK, something.

And I know I’m probably alone in this because everyone around me practically creamed their pants when it happened but… having Steve control Mjolnir felt like adding insult to injury. Not just lifting it (which I would’ve been annoyed by too, given that they rewrote the new Asgardian mythology just to have this scene lol), but commanding it as only Thor did. Just. How much more are you going to take from Thor, people.

I want to make it clear that my problem is with the execution, not with Thor going through this; that, written differently, with more care, I could have loved.

– I’ve always been conflicted with MCU Steve. I loved the Captain America old comics I read as a child, and 616 Steve was A Hero. So I wanted to love MCU Steve just as much but… it often felt that he just didn’t measure up.

Well, conflict over. I don’t like the guy. Reading Man Out of Time just a few months ago probably isn’t helping (and yeah, that’s not a fair comparison, but it illustrates why I look at 616 Steve, and I adore him, and then I turn to MCU Steve and just… this guy is not worth my time).

I couldn’t even enjoy the ship, because my feelings for it come solely from my love for Peggy, and she didn’t even get to say a word? Add to that the fact that an endless loop of “OMG HE MADE OUT WITH YOUR NIECE. NOW HIS NIECE. RUN” was going through my head the entire time (the fact that Sharon was absent from the funeral when EVC acted in half of the MCU Russos films is hilarious in light of this xDD).

 MISC

– I really enjoyed some of the heist shenanigans. Especially Tony’s plan for a distraction being GIVING HIS PAST SELF A HEART ATTACK. How extra and edgy can my man be xD Tony and Scott are A Duo.

– I was thinking that Alt!Loki might make an appearance in GOTG3 if Thor is really a part of it, and how that might mix, but then a friend reminded me about his show, so I guess that’s where they’re going? IDK, The Avengers’ Loki is probably the one I liked the least out of all his appearances, so unless I hear something really good about it, I’m not picking it up.

– IDK if it’s because I was desensitized, but the white suits and Clint’s hairdo didn’t look as ugly on the final product?

– So THAT was the gay character Feige went on about. I knew he was going to be an unnamed nobody with less than five lines LMAO. Stop being cowards and give us Danbeau and WinterFalcon.

– I was very touched about Ned and Peter’s hug (MY BBYS), but isn’t Ned supposed to be five years older? AKA out of high school? I mean, he looked like he had missed Peter, not like he had disappeared with him too? And the entire class is going on a trip in FFH? Is it because of nostalgia/a friends thing? Were all of them dusted? Because poor teacher then xDD

– I think a lot of emotional threads were unceremoniously dropped, but other than the ones I’ve mentioned, I’m more indifferent towards their recipients so… eh. A great example is the fact that Bruce’s conflicting journey with Hulk was solved off-screen LMAO. Some of the humour felt extra-cringy too tbh.

– I have Tony-related fanart as my lock screen, my computer background, and my phone background. I get teary eyed with just looking at them. I should think of changing them, but I wont xD

– I know I’m forgetting things but whatevs, I can talk about them later.

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[exquisitley-obsessed]

Ghosts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter Parker goes back to his girlfriend(reader) after Infinity war.

Word Count: 952

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, death, grief

A/N: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! I didn’t realise how much Infinity War actually hurt me till I started writing this, lmao. Also I feel like the reader is a bit of a mean person at the end of this but I really didn’t want them to be, please just try and put yourself in their shoes <3

MASTERLIST

You potter around the small New York flat. The tug of the same routine you’ve been rehearsing for the last few months itching at your fingers. Study, eat, sleep. No time to think, no time to wonder, stay busy, stay together.

It had been what felt like years since the earth’s mightiest heroes had fought Thanos in Wakanda, years since half of the people at your school disappeared during 5th period, years since Tony Stark himself had knocked on your door. But the day that you found out that your other half, your best friend, your lover had turned to dust just like the rest of them, was as fresh of a wound as any.

You hadn’t seen Mr Stark since, you hadn’t opened a newspaper and you hadn’t addressed the box of stuff that sat in the corner of your room, a box full of stuff which reminded you of him, a trigger. You spend one week exactly not knowing day from night, feeling the breathless mourning sit like a small bag of dry rice in your chest, finding yourself collapsed on the kitchen floor because you couldn’t make it back to your bed. You hadn’t just lost him that day, half of your friends, half of your family were missing. Every time you left your house, stepped outside, weaved through the streets of New York and found them barren and quiet. The world had literally split in half, taking all those you cared about most, with it. But after that first week, there was nothing.

You felt nothing, you did nothing, you wanted nothing. You stopped even thinking of his name, you threw yourself into your education and you never let yourself be alone, not if it could be helped. You told yourself that this was getting better, that this abundance of emotion was progress, and you wished you could believe it.

The people around you, those closest, worried for you but you wished they wouldn’t; you wished that like you they would act like nothing had happened, like you had never even met him. They sat and watched as you moved like a ghost through your own home, folding blankets that had already been folded, making cups of tea for those who didn’t ask, organising and re-organising the contents of your fridge, over and over and over again. You stayed busy and you stayed broken.

Today was just another cross on the calendar. No one had come to visit you, no daily check-up from your friends, no side-eye glances and pushed grins. You had already done all your homework and you had no exams coming up, so you spend the day in front of the TV watching as the flashing images and bright colours merged and mingled to bring life to the screen. Every so often, you’d mute it, just so you could focus on show after show with your mind somewhere barren. Eventually, your alarm went off, a reminder to eat dinner and not so long after, the doorbell went.

You had paused for a moment, feeling the weight of your arm as you went to turn the TV off, wincing at the thought of dragging your body up from the couch, but soon, you were up and heading for the door, swinging it open with little caution.

And of course, there he was. 

His hair was the same length as before, the length at which he would always be complaining that he needed it cut. His eyes, bright and blue. The plains of his skin pierced by strong cheekbones and a sharp jaw. He was wearing a dark soft jumper, the collar of a checked shirt poking out of the top. Black pants. Brown shoes. Smiling. An idea of question laced within his features. He had taken your breath because no matter how long it had been, what he had been through, he was still so him.

“Can I come in?” His mouth was moving out of time from the words, and you became aware of how far away his voice was, mixed with the faint ringing in your ear. Your skin felt hot, too hot. His arm moved slightly towards you causing you to snap away from him like a broken bone, instinct. His face recoiled in pain as his arm pulled back slightly. No, no, no.

“Look, I-I know this might be a bit of a shock,” He was holding his hands out now, as if he was surrendering. No, please. “But please, I can explain, I promise,”

“No,” The word was but a breath, so of course you were surprised when he heard it, but you were more surprised at yourself for saying it.

“No?” His voice, his beautiful voice, rolling from his tongue like stuttering silk. In that moment a million memories roared in your brain, memories you had spent months repressing, oh, how easily he changed that.

“I’m sorry…” You were shaking now, your eyes snapping to everywhere but him, “I’m sorry, I can’t- I can’t…” I don’t want you to see me cry, you were never supposed to see me cry. He was shaking his head, his mouth open, ready to speak, ready to explain. “Please…” You murmured, clutching onto the door to stay upright.

“Go away,”

And then the door was closed, and you were left with the image of Peter Parker staring at you with desperate eyes, begging you to let him come in and explain, so you could understand. But the thing is, you already did. One way or another, Mr Stark, Steve and the others had brought you back Peter, and yet how can you ever look at him again without seeing the dull tear swimming in Tony’s eyes, the bittersweet perfect grades on your report card, or how about yourself in that first week that he was pronounced dead, crumpled on the kitchen floor.

Would he ever find out what losing him had done to you? Maybe not, and if that was true, was it fair to be in a relationship where you was always wondering when your last moments were? But then again, you made the decision to stay with Peter when you found out he was Spider-man, because he was worth it, and in many ways, he still was.

So many questions, so much to think about. But for now, all you could do was sink to the floor, the buried pain from the last few months of repression finally taking over the ghost of your body.

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[bbbarneswrites]

Tender Nights

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s sleepless nights are way more pleasant now. For complete different reasons. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings 2,887 words

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Notes: Hellooo! Here we go with another one I don’t know how I came up with...lmao. Partially based off Blur’s Tender. And for the beach scene I strongly recommend this amazing version of Sufjan Stevens’ Mystery Of Love. Wanna think of the right Bucky for this? Think of very warm and fuzzy Bucky from that interview... :’) And I’m really sorry about the bad ending...lmao. That’s all about it, I guess. HAPPY READING! <3

At first, Bucky’s nights are always accompanied by the ghosts of his past. So much that he’s lost count on how many hours he’s spent wide awake, too afraid to fall asleep but too tired to not give in occasionally.

He comes back to America as a changed man – but with a still tainted image. He no longer is The Winter Soldier and since Thanos’ lastest scheme and his time in Wakanda, the White Wolf’s mantle fall on him. His mind is his own and he’s adjusting to a time that’s not his. But that doesn’t mean people don’t see him for his past, a traitor or a terrorist or both, because there are people who can assure he’s both.

That doesn’t mean his own mind doesn’t betray him sometimes, giving space to the self-deprecating thoughts to nestle in the corners of his tortured brain even after his so called redemption.

There’s a time of his life where he thinks he deserves all that. To be hunted by his past, his demons and his ghosts, the people who don’t tolerate and aren’t kind enough to believe that he was actually a drop of water in a big red ocean of blood that wasn’t his own.

But how can he believe in all that now?

How can he believe that punishment is the only fair thing that can happen to him when you veemently defend and fight for him every day? How can he believe that the blood of his victims will stain his hands forever when you’re sweet enough to melt to his touches? How can he believe he’s not worthy of anything good when you happened in his life just like that?

So, yeah. At first, Bucky’s nights are always accompanied by the ghosts of his past.

But he’s come to learn that right now is the most important thing in his life, that he can’t change the past but he can hope for the future. A future where you’re with him, not clueless about the things he’s done but aware enough to know that even though he’ll probably be scarred forever, he was never the one at fault in everything that happened.

Back then, he dreaded the silence and the darkness of the night. Right now, he can’t help but appreciate how tender the atmosphere feels.

The clock set on his bedside table is shining as it marks 3:00AM and even though Bucky’s still awake, the light feeling flaring on his chest makes the entire situation completely different from the ones he’s lived through during his stay in Romania. He feels a good kind of drowsy, just the right amount to make his movements slow and lazy but still not enough to make him fall asleep just yet.

He knows the reason behind it and almost as if knowing his thoughts, the same one breaks up the gentle silence filling the moon lit room.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” You ask with a small smile, head resting on his chest and hair tickling his skin as all Bucky can seem to do is hum lazily in response, eyes closed but lips holding back a grin because he can feel your stare upon his frame as you continue. “If I reckon correctly, Mr. Barnes, you said that you had plans for the night. Am I wrong?”

With your words out, Bucky fails miserably in his attempt of trying to hold back a smile and as soon as he opens his eyes, his chest warms up with affection and love as he takes in the sight of you against him.

Years ago, he was in Romania barely holding himself together.

His nights were lonely and troubling and even through his constant state of denial, a small part of him longed for someone to accept him, even when he thought no one deserved a man as fucked up as he was. He longed for someone who’d make him feel anything but heartbreak, anything but the way his mind was broken. He longed for someone that would help him heal.

Shuri fixes him in the literal meaning of the word. And he thinks he’s healed until he meets you. And so he realizes – back then, he was just fixed but right now, he’s healed.

And it’s exactly all this that heals him every single day of his life.

A night where he can’t be further away from loneliness, lying by your side in the little apartment he was able to afford in his home borough. A night where your body finds solace in his arms and your skin makes home against his. A night where he’s granted with the pretty sight of you clad in one of his numerous black t-shirts and a pair of cotton panties.

A night where everything feels tender, to the thoughts in his mind to the feel of your hands on his chest.

“I’m not fallin’ asleep.” Bucky drawls, a tinge of amusement lighting up his voice as shifts on the bed to crawl on top of you, right arm set on one side of your face to hold up his weight as the left moves to your pull your leg around his waist. “But if we follow my plans right now we might wake up the neighbors, just so y’know.”

Your laugh feels like a reward for the tiring day of training he’s had in Tower earlier and it’s impossible to hold back a smile of his own once the sound fills up the room. It’s dark and the bedroom is poorly illuminated but his eyes can spot every detail on your face from the privileged point of view.

The form of your lips, the shape of your eyes, the tip of your nose. The little spots that you hate and the skin that he loves. It’s like he can never get enough.

When his head dips down, Bucky revels on the way you instantly bare the expanse of your neck to his mouth. With his brown hair falling in curtains around his face and your cheek, his gentle kisses trail all the way up to your ear, going down to your cheeks and chin and jawline until his lips are on yours and you’re sighing compliant at the rough feel of his growing beard.

Bucky’s not prepared to stop – not when your hands make its way to his exposed back by trailing its fingertips through his shivering skin and most definitely not when your hips are squirming under his.

So he can’t help but grumble in mild frustration when you pull back out of nowhere.

“You said we can’t wake the neighbors. And you did got a complaint about noise last month, so...” You let your words trail though you’re smiling, feeling Bucky’s own smile against your skin as his face is pressed against your collarbones, lips still pressing little kisses until you pull him back again. “Let’s talk about something else, shall we?”

Bucky can only hum in feigned annoyance as he falls back on the bed, his hair covering the pillows in a way that makes your heart tingle with affection. But as soon as he’s settled down again, his hands are reaching for your waist and he’s pulling you to his top instead, a little yelp escaping from your lips as you straddle his waist and rest your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Right now, the clock is hitting 3:20AM but neither of you are feeling a tinge of sleep anymore.

“You wanna talk about that night we got the noise complaint? ‘Cause I remember all ‘bout it.” Bucky says smugly, his accent slipping through every word and giving away how relaxed he’s currently feeling despite the not-so-gentle slap you grant him with after the said comment. “C’mon, doll. It was a good night.”

He laughs with that glint in his eyes and locks his gaze on you, waiting eagerly for your admission to come alight through your clearly broken resolve.

Holding back a smirk of your own, you keep yourself silent as you lean down over him and rest your head on his chest again, heartbeat drumming against your ear as Bucky raises a hand to push a few strands of hair away from your face. When a little sigh escape from your lips, Bucky can’t help but chuckle because he knows you’re about to give in.

“Okay, yeah. Especially when you did that thing with your fingers– that you should do again sometime.” You admit coyly, burying your face against his chest with a smile when he laughs openly, the sweet sound bringing butterflies to your stomach as you press a kiss to his skin. “You’re so good, Bucky Barnes.”

As soon as your words hit home, Bucky feels his heart speed up almost instantly.

He knows he’s come a long way to come into terms with his past. He knows that for every single person who villify him, there are five more willing to defend him. He knows he’s got you by his side at all times. And although it was hard, he’s come to accept himself as the man he is now, good and bad deeds included.

Bucky can be a man out of time, an ex-assassin, a soldier, Avenger, whatever people want to label him as now. A good man, even if every now and then he feels like it’s a little too hard to believe in that.

“That’s all on you, sweetheart.” He says after a heartbeat of silence, sounding light in a way you know he’s smiling joavially even though you’re not looking at him, your eyes closed as you take in the soft feel of his fingers on your sides. “You make me feel like I’m a good man.”

Fingertips reaching for his neck and making its way into his hair, you lean up to press your lips against his again, smiling against his mouth when he hums contently at the tender way you’re kissing him. Even though it doesn’t last for long.

Bucky’s hands soon are sliding to your hips, fingers hooking through the waistband of your panties as he pulls you closer to him and takes the time to slide his lips to your neck with not so light sucks he knows will be marked by tomorrow. Just in time as he gets his hands under your shirt, trailing softly on the smooth skin of your back, you pull back again but this time laughing at his pained groan.

“Let’s do something! Take your Harley and go somewhere!” You beam up at him, balancing your hands on each side of his face as you prop yourself up with a smile that he’s fully aware can make him do anything. “Let’s go to a diner and grab burgers somewhere like Coney Island or something. Please?”

Bucky genuinely loves the idea but even if he didn’t, he’d indulge you anyway just to see you brimming happiness around him. It’s a little sacrifice that can make his days worth it, if anything.

So as soon as he nods his head with a soft ‘let’s do it!’, you’re hopping off the bed with an excited shriek, making three steps to the closet before coming all the way back to press a deep kiss against his grinning lips, hands squishing his cheeks before you run again to grab your clothes.

It doesn’t take long until you’re both dressed – his shirt now tucked inside the waistband of your shorts, matching with your sneakers and hoodie. Meanwhile Bucky doesn’t even bother, his sweatpants, shirt and leather jacket doing enough for a mid-night food run. With his Harley’s keys in hand and your frame tucked under his arm, you’re off to go into an adventure he could never see it coming hours ago.

A little more than thirty minutes later and you’re both with your feet on the sand, hands busy with the bags of burgers and fries and milk-shakes as you walk around for the perfect spot.

Bucky does little to hide his smiles as he watches you fumble around with your phone and earbuds while trying to balance the little milk-shake tray between your fingers, your laugh echoing through the silent beach in a way that makes him feel nothing less than complete.

But now as you sit down on the sand with Bucky’s jacket under you, the first thing to worry about is the music.

“Okay, Bucky Barnes, you gotta tell me what’s your music mood today.” You speak up as seriously as you can, breaking your façade with a little grin as Bucky offers you a fry and you don’t hesitate before taking it from his fingers. “You can’t say Justin Bieber though. I’ve heard his last two albums jamming in the tower’s gym for too long now.”

Bucky just keeps his unimpressed face and you can’t help but laugh, almost breaking his act by kneeling beside him and wrapping your arms around his neck with a little salty peck to his lips.

As soon as you sit back down though, his sour face is back in just a flick of a moment.

“Gotta blame that damn bird for that.” Bucky grumbles as he ruffles through the bag of food, his friendly beef with Sam instantly making you laugh as he affectionately refers to the said man as ‘bird’, forgoing his real name as he always does. “Keeps that goddamn awful pop music of his all fuckin’ morning.”

You laugh heartily but don’t say a thing, choosing to nestle your frame beside his as you keep scrolling religiously through your music app, only stopping every now and then when Bucky himself takes the task to feed you instead, popping a few fries to your mouth and placing the milk-shake’s cup straw between your fingers.

Bucky doesn’t mind it one bit but once he catches a glimpse of your phone screen with a growing playlist taking up the space, he’s most definitely lying if he says he’s not touched by it.

Things have changed so much, more than anyone will ever realize.

His nights, that were always accompanied by the ghosts of his past and the paranoias of his mind, are now filled with sweet kisses, soft beach sounds, comfort food and gentle music in form of bucky and [y/n]’s night out playlist. He’s so taken by the moment that he doesn’t even notice your commotion as you happily press play on the finished piece, only breaking out of his reverie when your voice takes on the singing beside him.

With the come and go of songs, it feels like the hours pass by in minutes and soon the sun is threatening the comforting darkness you’ve been in so far.

Back then, the sunrise would be a painful evidence of his haunted mind and lingering troubles. Right now, it just feels like the perfect moment to hold you in his arms and admire the beauty of it for the first time.

So with your back against his chest and arms around your frame, you and Bucky settle to watch the sunrise, one of your favorite songs playing in the background and mixing with the pleasant sound of the waves hitting the shore.

Feeling his beard scratching the nape of your neck as he presses gentle kisses to the spot, you smile contently before turning around inside his hold – arms around his neck to push him down to lay back in the sand with a chuckle. His hair does the same thing as it did on the pillows and you look at him like he’s an angel. Because he kinda looks like one right now.

Mouths barely touching and noses nuzzling against one another, you can only sigh dreamily at him.

“Wish we could stay here forever. Skip work and school and all that to just stay here.” You chuckle affectionately over his lips, eyes fluttering at the feel of his fingertips brushing over your burning cheeks before you lean closer to his touch with a sheepish smile. “We should stay here forever.”

Bucky huffs out a little laugh, lips meeting yours in a barely there kiss as both of his arms fall over your frame, his hold tightening around you so you’re comfortably nestled against him as he ponders over the idea.

Both of you know it’s silly but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t feel good.

Bucky can’t say the idea isn’t appealing and he can’t help but wonder if maybe, in a few years from now, you both will be able to bring that thought to reality. Maybe, in a few years, in a world where he’s no longer needed or wanted for his bloodied hands. A world where his name can be right next to yours, if he’s not asking for too much.

He likes the idea but he likes right now too – a night where he can’t be further away from loneliness, lying with you in his favorite spot from his home borough. A night where he’s dared to hope for the future for the first time and a night where his past is a distant thought in his mind.

So with a hope filled heart and an eye for the future he’s just thought of, Bucky doesn’t spend another second to assure it.

“We will.”

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[cupofsorrows]

HOWARD LOVECRAFT 4: CRAFT HARD WITH A VENGEANCE

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Time to continue this cursed journey, blighted not by eldritch forces but by sub-quality filmmaking. As you’ll recall (or not), LL Cool Craft and those other two dudes were on their way to beat themselves up a necromancer. Let’s see how well they’re doing:

PRETTY GOOD, IT DOESN’T SEEM.

Except wait, they actually do pretty well, because as we’ve already established knocking a shoggoth out through blunt force is both possible and fairly easy to do, and also because Dr. Armitage has the athleticism of a young Super Mario.

seen here bestowing an orb of discord on the enemy. yes i went back to the zenyatta joke.

Of course, they eventually get captured, and now it’s time for King Abby to reveal his evil plan...

“nah dude I already saw that movie, I know Thanos loses in the end.”

Suffice it to say that basically Abdul wants to “open the Gate of Dreams” because daily life has become soul-crushingly dull.

Like, I get it dude, I’ve worked retail too, but you don’t see me trying to destroy the universe. Anyways, the final journal is hidden behind a magic gateway that apparently only Howard can pass through:

All I can say is it’s a good thing this is an alternate re-imagining of Lovecraft’s life, and not the real version where he was heinously racist basically all the time.

Yes, Howard’s Dad, the animation’s terrible, but it’s looked like that all movie - I don’t understand why you’re just now reacting.

By now it’s time for the tables to turn yet again, through a series of actions I didn’t care enough to cap, and it looks like everyone’s about to escape...

BUT WAIT!

Nooooo Dr. Armitage! You were.......a character in this movie!

All four of them (they got Spot’s astral form in the crystal ball) escape through the portal, but Armitage is wounded in that special animation way where there’s no blood or even clothing damage but you have to hold your side and wince and you can’t walk for some reason. Is he going to make it?

Sorry, kid, but it looks like it’s his time to...return to the university? Um, OK. Oh, but first he can restore Spot to his bargain-bin aladdin-genie form.

Farewell, Doctor. This whole scene was very nearly pointless.

It’s all good, though, because the Three Amigos have a new destination!

This gives Paw Lovecraft plenty of time to ramble about how he came to write the journals (notice throughout how they can’t be arsed to give half of the things in this movie proper shadows but they do make sure to take the extra effort with the beads of sweat on his forehead):

Cool story bro, but I’m still a little unclear about NO NO WAIT I DIDN’T SAY FLASHBACK Aaah dammit, there he goes.

...

You could have given a thousand Lovecraft scholars an entire year to try to guess what might be in this movie and I don’t think a single one would have come up with “awkward Death Note homage”. My hat is off to you, movie. Bra-vo.

(i guess there’s a possibility it’s coincidental, but that’s even funnier because then that means two different people independently had the idea to animate somebody writing in a notebook but make it look as intense as possible, and they both came up with the exact same solution)

Now we’re finally introduced to Doctor West (voiced by Christopher Plummer), the mysterious colleague of Lovecraft Senior whom we’ve AAUUGH

my man I am so, so sorry.

...er, anyway, seems the two of them were working together when they made their big breakthrough. Here we see them as Lovecraft the Elder prepares to journey to either an alien planet or a particularly wild orgy.

...Adding “Stargate” to the list of things I wasn’t expecting this movie to rip off...

And now, at last, we learn why “Undersea Kingdom” was in this movie’s title.

I dunno, dude, it’s a kingdom and it’s undersea. Seems pretty straightforward to me.

Just then, however, Flashback Howard’s Dad is treated to a terrifying sight!

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“Nice notebook, nerd! Yyyyyyoink!”

...And that’s the state of things now. That’s why DadCraft went nuts and that’s where the last journal is. He timed his flashback well, for they’ve just arrived at their destination:

Yeah, they probably shunned it because some crazy, Edgar Allan Poe-looking fucker was always up there running around and babbling in a nonsense language! I’d shun that place, too!

Underneath the hill is a secret base where Dad suits up to return to the Undersea Kingdom™ - Howard doesn’t need one, on account of the ‘turning into a fish’ thing.

see?

OK credit where credit is due, the actor playing this guy is really making an effort, and I actually sort of chuckled at this bit. His delivery is usually pretty goofy, but I think that’s the way to go here, and even if most of his lines are clunkers because, well, most of the script is clunky, there’s still an undeniable sort of heart behind it. Imdb says the actor’s name is Tyler Nicol, who doesn’t seem to have been in much, and probably can’t stand on the level of the big-name talents in this movie (though I def wouldn’t say they’re all at their best here), but I think he deserves some recognition for trying.

Tangent over, here comes the big fish dude again.

I think we can all guess what his name is...

...Munkus Q. Charliebears! ...Oh, yeah, or Dagon. That would’ve been my second guess.

But it’s OK, he’s on our side! In his minute or so of screen time Dagon manages to deliver probably the most useful exposition in the whole damn film, explaining that he took the journal to keep it safe and that he put up the magic gate that only plucky boy heroes can pass through, as well as laying out some background for Nyarlathotep and his motivation for being involved in this. It turns out that Nyarrblbarbagarbl wants to activate Cthulhu in accordance to the wishes of their mutual father, Azathoth. Now everybody’s hanging out in Dagon’s crib to get at the journal, so our pal Hovercraft had better get moving to get it before the bad guys do. This falls on him, because it was his dad who fucked everything up in the first place and now he’s too cuckoo to fix it himself.

You sure it’s that and not...you know. The racism?

Alright, so everybody up to speed? Everyone understand everything? No? Well too damn bad.

Disappointingly, “Y’ha” is not pronounced “Yeeha”.

(PRONUNCIATION GUIDE THUS FAR:

Tekeli-li - Tekah-leelee

Cthulhu - Kuh-too-loo (probably the way you’ve heard it elsewhere)

Shoggoth - Shuh-GOTH

Nyarlahotep - Nee-ar-LA-ho-tep

Innsmouth - The ‘mouth’ is pronounced that way (i.e. the orifice you eat with) instead of ‘muth’ which I had always assumed

R’lyeh - Ruh-LAY (this is the one I’m most calling bullshit on)

Howard - JEFF-ree

As the goodguys approach, the badguys sense their arrival:

“ ‘WhAt sHaLl i dO, blehhhhh I’m a Dumbass’ That’s what you sound like.”

LMAO YASSS DRAG HIS ASS

Then Howard et al show up on the scene, and it’s time for the Big Bad to make his debut.

OK I like this, I think it’s actually sort of eerie, but it’s too little too late at this point. Also, isn’t Azathoth supposed to be sort of mindless? Or have I gotten him confused with some other ineffable outer being?

I feel like I should say something about the sudden art shift, but I’m approaching the end of my patience and I just want this all to be over already.

Surprise, Mom is still a hostage! Her skin has definitely looked better, too.

LOOK OUT, WALLACE N. GROMIT IS OFF THE SHITS

You know what else he looks like to me? A cartoon mailman. Remove the mask and the hood, add the little mailman hat...do you see it?

Did I mention the trials? No? OK: there are trials.

The fate of the world before him, his family behind him, his meat enormous, Hocus Pocus Lovecraft can do nothing but move forward.

2 B CONTINUED

RIGHT NOW

#hp lovecraft #HLatUK

[starklore]

🖊 for haven, laurel and Leila!!

EYYY

Haven:

So I changed Haven’s FC to Phoebe Dynevor recently and I can’t stop thinking about this gif in relation to wgdots:

Haven is one of Thanos’s “daughters” but biologically her father is Yon-Rogg and not that biological inherently means more authentic, but Thanos is shit and she and Yon do actually develop a very parent-child relationship

And I can’t stop thinking about that gif as like, Haven experiencing parental validation for the first time, like say she does something badass directly before this. She turns around, starts to turn back and then kind of does a double take when Yon actually looks impressed, she’s seeking parental validation but she’s surprised when she actually gets it.

(I also like the idea that Yon-Rogg gives her the other half of Carol’s dog tag and she wears it.)

Laurel:

So when I first made Laurel I had this little idea that when she’s pregnant with her and Spencer’s first child, Spencer comes home late a lot but when he is he always brings home a microwave veggie lasagna and a carton of rainbow sherbet ice cream for her.

Right now I think things are a little more complicated, I think Laurel is afraid of having kids because she’s afraid that she’ll be a terrible mother like her own mother was but eventually I do think she decides she wants kids, I just don’t know if she actually has them biologically or if they adopt or what. (I think she and Spencer are both scared of passing on genetic mental illnesses.) But I still like the idea of him bringing her her favorite food when he’s late.

Also the song “See Her On the Weekend” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness reminds me of this concept.

Leila: (CW for rape and trauma mentions)

So I mentioned this awhile ago but I’m interested in how the main MM ladies interact with fashion, and Leila in particular. Leila’s style is kind of a subtle goth look, she’s not going all out Victorian widow but she prefers black and she prefers things with an edge (studs, combat boots, leather, etc.)

I had originally envisioned Leila as a very femme fatale character but I don’t think that’s actually the case now. She’s more of a dark action girl, who happens to enjoy high heels. She likes flirting with people, but she’s very inexperienced in relationships. She’s only ever had consensual sex with a few people before Steve:

-Johnny (I originally wrote “before he died” here as if I need to clarify that she’s not a necrophile. I’m tired lmao.)

-Natasha (they’ve hooked up a couple times after missions to kind of blow off steam.)

-Rumlow

(She’s also made out with both Seth Lennox and Grant Ward, but she always stopped it before it went too far.)

I specify consensual. Outside of the obvious (being habitually raped from the ages of 12 to 17), she’s had sex on missions where it was necessary, but I think the consent there is...dubious. She knew what she was getting into, but her joining SHIELD was not entirely of her own volition (it also wasn’t not of her own volition; it’s a gray area). She doesn’t use it as a last resort exactly; she’ll do it if it’s the most efficient way to do things, even if there are other possible but less efficient ways of going about achieving her goal. But it’s not something she particularly enjoys and it requires a lot of compartmentalization.

Leila had a lot more anxiety around sex than she wants to admit. She inhabits this sexually liberated femme fatale character but the reality is that she prefers to be very careful with when and who she chooses to be that vulnerable with. When she does sleep with people on missions, it’s likely that she dissociates a lot; this is how she learned to cope as a teenager. It’s also likely that she dissociates sometimes even with partners she’s chosen.

How this relates to fashion:

Leila is torn between being drawn to this kind of delicate feminine aesthetic, and not wanting to be vulnerable. She doesn’t like, mind showing off skin, but it’s not her preference, it’s not how she chooses to dress day to day. She also, though, doesn’t want to dress super conservatively, because that reminds her too much of how she grew up and being forced to cover herself.

So she landed on this goth #aesthetic because it allows her to toy with varying levels of femininity and sexual expression in a medium that feels safe. Whatever she wears feels like it’s on her terms. Wearing so much black is a sort of contradiction; it’s not a color that grabs attention, but wearing so much of it does draw attention, but a different kinds. Again, it’s on her terms. If she wants to show off skin she can use fishnets and studded boots to do so while still saying don’t fuck with me. If she wants to cover herself she can do that too without doing it because she needs to not “distract” people, because that much black is distracting. If she wants to look feminine she can without looking too delicate, princess-y or feeling vulnerable; if she wants to look tough she can do that while still feeling in control.