#drawn with references cause no way in gods favorite world did i draw a face angle like that from scratch. on god

[fauvester]

workaholics at home

#dee s 9 #garashir #A WIDDWE LATE NIGHT KISS #theyre both burnin the midnight oil.. julian rolling in from the hospital at 11 pm.. garaks still up doing paperwork.. #HES GOT READING GLASSES YOUR HONOR #have you given your alien husband a kiss hello yet. #drawn with references cause no way in gods favorite world did i draw a face angle like that from scratch. on god

[jacks-jester]

Kiss it better?

[Jerome Valeska x Reader]

Words: 1,367

Warnings: None?

Requested? Yes / No 

Summary: Jerome always had a penchant for being over dramatic, craving as much attention as possible. Today was no an exception.

A/N~ I decided to make a more light hearted and jesting piece after the somewhat angsty roll I’ve been on with my fics. I’m planning on releasing a few more today hopefully. Please keep the requests coming, so far I’ve gotten mostly Jerome requests which is awesome! Thank you for all the support everyone has been giving me so far!

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Your and Jerome had decided to take a day off from your usual scheming, chaos, and overall crime ridden habits. You and Jerome were easily two of the most feared people in Gotham, the pair of you always out causing some kind of trouble in the city with little regard for the people in it. You and Jerome had always believed the city to be filthy, though the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way. With the negligent police department, it made you and Jerome's plans all the more easy to carry out. It was a city shrouded in chaos and the two of you loved it.

Jerome and you could always be found attached at the hip, both of you rarely found separate from one another. You two had been together since you met in Arkham, him initially approaching you in the asylums leisure area, him challenging you to an innocent game of Candyland. He had taken you off guard with the request, no denying that. When people approached you in Arkham, it was rarely a good thing, especially not when you were a girl. It took only one game of childish banter back and forth, you beating him with ease that his mind was made up. You two just fit, your personalities and mania causing both of you to easily get along and bounce off each other. You were both stubborn, a bit childish, hyperactive, and both agents of chaos - it was a match made in hell, well at least for outsiders, to the two of you it was absolute heaven.

You two had been through thick and thin together, always supporting each other through your schemes and criminal activity, often found bouncing plans off one another. Jerome always held a certain liveliness about him, always putting on a performance for anyone who would watch. There was always something going on with him, from the night he died, to the day he returned. Jerome was everything you could imagine in a partner, even his possessiveness over you was amusing. God forbid someone look at you without his permission, more than a few people had ended at the hands of his knife due to his jealous tendencies. He was like a child who didn’t want to share their favorite toy, holding it as close to his chest as possible, pouting if he even thought someone else was trying to take it from him.

Jerome was always a very affectionate person behind closed doors, though you doubted anyone would expect that of him. Jerome gave off a very sadistic and manipulative performance to the public, any pda often being possessive in nature, used to prove a point that you were his. Behind closed doors, it was rare for him to not be seeking your attention, his hands rarely not touching you some way. You supposed it was because of his childhood, often being neglected, abused, mistreated, never getting any sort of attention or affection from the people who should have been trying to give him the world. You boiled it down to the fact that he became dependent and addicted to the feeling of being needed and loved, something you didn’t mind giving to him in the slightest.

Jerome was always the more spontaneous and sporadic of the two of you, rarely ever getting stuff down on paper, instead just winging his general outline of a plan. You on the other hand handled the actual planning out, often looking for maps of areas to get in and out as fast as possible, you were semi logical. Thats precisely what you were doing now in Jerome and yours shared room, sitting at the desk in the far corner drawing out a map of your next heist. You knew it was supposed to be a day off for the two of you, but couldn’t help yourself. This greatly annoyed Jerome, him wanting all your attention to be on him, but today you seemed to be more focused on your mapping than him.

He had persisted all day, pulling your hair, blasting music, overall just pestering you too try and get you to give him some form of attention - none of it worked, you simply humming in response to anything he said to you. It wasn’t until an hour later that he gave up his attempts, opting to instead look over old maps you had drawn out, including the one from the night Theo had killed him. Jerome cursed himself lightly as the paper slid over his finger, a small cut beading with droplets of blood forming on his index finger. He was fed up with being ignored, opting to force you to pay attention to him the best way he could. You were always obsessive with him being out of harms way, that was one of the main reasons you always took to drawing up maps, to keep the heists as safe as possible. Even when he initially got his face back, you made sure he cleaned it everyday to stop any potential infections.

You were brought out of your thoughts as you heard a pained yelp come from down the hall, your instincts kicking in as you pushed your seat back, making your way down the hall to where Jerome's shouting had come from. “J? You alright?” Jerome only smirked to himself as he heard your light pacing come down the hall, your soft voice ringing out through your shared housing. His smirk fell to a fake pained expression as he heard you nearing the room he was in. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed him sitting on the couch, a couple of your previous maps strewn messily around the room. You approached without much though, “Why did you yell?” You looked him over, not noticing any obvious injuries, Jerome always had a extremely high pain tolerance so you assumed something must have happened for him to yelp the way he did. You took in his pained expression, though you noticed the small glint of amusement in his eyes.

You watched as he held his palm towards you, noticing the small red incision on his finger pad, red pooling on his finger. He let out a dramatic sigh, looking away as if the sight sickened him to the core. “I think I’m dying dollface.” You rolled your eyes as he continued his feigned pain, performative as always, his legs strewn about widely, his other hand dramatically layed across his forehead, eyes pinched shut as a deep frown was set on his lips. You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as you looked at the attractive red head, used to his attention hungry mannerisms. “You done?” He looked out you with feigned hurt, a gasp making its way out of his rosy lips. “I’m hurt doll, don’t you care? I’m dying and you could care less.”

You looked over and shook your head, a small laugh escaping you lips. “J, need I remind you that for a while you were stapling your own face several times a day? I think you’re fine.” Jerome only looked at you with a huff of annoyance, “Yeah, but I just-” You could see he was stuck, unsure of a rebuttal to your comment. Though eventually a smirk made its way to his face, soon being replaced with a pleading frown. “Kiss it better?” You raised an eyebrow and sighed, giving into his pleas. “You want my attention that badly J?” He just smirked at you, an impish grin on his lips. 

You let out a small laugh before nodding, “You’re lucky I love you J.” You knew why he was doing this, it only warmed your heart though, no annoyance to be found with his playful acting. “Come on then.” You turned to head back to your room, only being stopped as Jerome scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style, carrying you with a wide grin towards your room. You rolled yours eyes, but couldn't help the grin that formed on your face. “Thought you were dying J, seems you’re just fine.” He just smiled widely down at you, “Don’t know what you’re referring to dollface.”

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Time: 47 minutes

Not grammar edited yet

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #cameron monaghan #joker x reader #the joker x reader #gotham one shot #gotham

[girlmeetsliv3]

Engraved

A Prince Of Nothing Drabble

"Escaping from me is impossible. Don't you see that you can't outrun fate?"

Word Count: ~

Ratings: Mature

Release Date: 11/13/19 6 pm (GMT-4)

The calm atmosphere of the bar eased your nerves somewhat. The drink you nursed in your glass had watered down an indication of just how long you had been sitting the lonely booth. You much preferred it to sit at the bar, it would draw for too much attention and you had enough of that to last you a lifetime. As you moved the glass you saw the brown liquor swish from side to side threatening to spill over every so often, but never doing so. A large sigh left your lips as you slouched over the wooden table. "Rough night?" The waiter set a glass of water right in front of you. You had forgotten people could be so nice.

"Rough life." You mumbled back, bringing the glass towards you and sipping on the straw. He probably thinks I lost my job or something. You had lost a lot more than he or anyone could think possible. You tried to glance at him in a discreet way, one that wouldn't require you shifting so that your neck might be exposed. On it hung a rather large pendant with a familiar crest hanging on it. Jungkook had agreed that letting you wear the diamond might have drawn unwanted eyes, but he hadn't let you leave the penthouse until he placed another collar on you. It was the same as every other: heavy, beautiful, jeweled, and with the Jeon family crest engraved. If the waiter saw it he was sure to stop speaking to you and suggest his coworkers do the same.

You couldn't blame him, it would've been a smart choice. But you longed for company and conversation with someone who wasn't the maids, guards, or tormentor. "A pretty girl like you live a difficult life? I find that kinda hard to believe." You chuckled humorlessly, continuing to sip on the water. "One could say my pretty looks are what got me into this mess." The waiter didn't answer and for a second you thought he might walk away until he sat before you. His features were chiseled, prominent and distinct. He wore a kind smile on his face. The button-down he wore had a plaque attached to it that read 'Lucas.'

Lucas leaned forward onto the table a soft smile on his face. "If it's a suitor that's giving you problems, I'm close friends with Lord Yoongi. We agree up together so -" You shook your head, causing him to stop talking. "Thank you but no one can save me. Not even lord Yoongi." Though lord knows he tried. Lucas furrowed his brows seemingly displeased at the lack of faith you exhibited. "Well then, I'll just have to talk to the guy." He joked crossing his arms in an effort to seem broader. A smile slipped onto your features, the first one in a while.

You felt a presence behind you and began to feel dread pool in your stomach. "Your highness, it's time to go." The guard spoke so loudly that everyone in the bar heard if, the calm ambiance shattering. Lucas looked from the guard towards you, confusion and a bit of fear in his eyes. You didn't blame him for the latter. Gathering your coat which had been strewn on the seat beside you, you stood up. The guard threw several bills on top of the table before escorting you out of the establishment. You could feel everyone's eyes as they bore into you - their queen. "Mark, please don't tell him anything." You whispered as he pulled open the door to the car. You didn't need to face Jungkook's wrath tonight.

"He already knows Mrs."

Jungkook was called to the city to do some business and insisted you accompany him. Not for any other reason than to string you along like the puppet you were. The penthouse the two of you were living in was state of the art. Tall glass panes, minimalistic furniture, abstract art, and photography. It was something no one in this world but he could afford and he rather liked that. You knew the second you stepped across the threshold that Jungkook was livid, the reason being that you didn't spot him anywhere. He wasn't in the parlor, kitchen, or even the bathroom. The only place left to check was the bedroom and you feared to go in there. After waiting several minutes by the door, you decided that it was best to rip the bandage off than give him time to think of other ways to torture you.

"Come in." His voice spoke out before you could even bother to knock. Opening the door, you saw Jungkook laying in bed. White silk pajamas adorning his body as he stared at you in a way that can only be described as predatory. "I'm back." You spoke, not sure what to say or how to avoid the inevitable. "Hmm. Did you enjoy the city?" He asked, his hand coming to rest under his head supporting it. You nodded, glancing around noticing all the bags strewn around. "How did your day go?" You asked, noticing the white paper bag with the name 'Florencios' on it; it was Hyunshik's favorite store. Your son loved the stuffed animals and toys that they made.

"I don't want to talk about that," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes before patting the empty space next to him. "Lay with me." You knew what that meant. "I'm dirty. I haven't showered, yet." You tried to make excuses but his glare spoke louder than words ever could. "We'll shower later. Lay with me." So moving as slowly as you could, you made your way to the bed. Taking off your coat, shoes, and subsequently everything but your loose camisole and underwear. "Where's mine?" You asked referring to your set of pajamas which were always folded neatly by your bedside. Jungkook shrugged, patting the bed again. That was your last warning.

You climbed onto the bed and lied next to him. Leaving almost a foot of space before Jungkook pulled you closer to him. His hands wandered all over your body. His touch was gentle, but you knew how he could go from a loving man to an aggressive, unforgiving beast in a matter of seconds. You resisted the urge to push him away, and run, as fast as your legs could take you. You longed to move away from him and be safe, but you didn't dare move a muscle. You couldn't.

Jungkook pulled you closer, both his arms wrapping around your waist, and pulled your body just the slightest bit on top of him so that you would rest your head against his chest. His grip on you was tight. His thumb brushing the bare skin just under the back of your neck. You were certain he could hear your heart racing, beating faster than humanly possible. You were nervous and scared, he reveled in it.

As your head rested upon him you felt the rhythmic beats of his heart and the prominent pulses of veins under his muscles and flesh. What is he thinking? What is planning? Jungkook was unreadable as always. The night was young, and you wondered if you would be able to sleep tonight. When was the last time you had gotten a full night of sleep? Or would tonight be the same as every other night? You hoped not, for Jungkook seemed to be in control of himself. Until you made the mistake of glancing up. Your eyes meeting his dark ones.

Jungkook licked his lips, lustfully. His expression was the perfect indication of his sexual stimulation. In fact, you couldn't just see the arousal on his face; but you could feel it. Pressed against your stomach. Hard and stiff with need. He moved his hand to lay on top of yours.

"What are you thinking?" Jungkook asked suddenly. The smile he shot as you were boyish and innocent. His hand traced soothing circles into yours. The image of him like this was almost serene. "Nothing." You replied. "I saw you visited several places today. Anything of interest you would like to share?" He was talking about the bar, about Lucas. Jungkook's jealousy was the worst of his traits. It only leads to disaster and though you wished there was a way to avoid it, there wasn't. Jungkook believed that your eyes should only be on him and Hyunshik whenever he needed it. It was a miracle he didn't keep you locked in a cage - anymore. "Jungkook -"

"No, I'm more interested in who that boy was...Lucas is it?" His tone was enough to have you cowering away from him, but his grip on you only tightened. "How terrible would it be for Hyunshik not to receive any birthday present because his mommy was misbehaving? He was so excited for his first birthday and now it won't happen." Tears welled in your eyes. "Jungkook please nothing happened. Don't punish Hyunshik, it isn't his fault. Please." Jungkook threw his head back in laughter, "God forbid the spoiled brat doesn't get a present." It was much more than that and you were aware. You reasoned that some part of Jungkook did love his son, for it was a part of him. But he loved Hyunshik mainly on the grounds that it kept you forever bound to him.

You were frozen for several minutes not knowing what to do or say, it seems Jungkook eventually took pity on you. "Come on darling. Make it up to me. If you do it right then maybe I'll only kill the waiter and not our son." Your breath hitched. The words rolled off his tongue with such ease, you wondered if he was even human. There was no denying you knew things would come to this eventually.

With dignity and pride pushed to the back of your mind, you placed a kiss on Jungkook's neck. You knew by now that reasoning and moral logic wouldn't sway Jungkook from his way of life, the only way to do that was to descend down to a physical approach.

Your hand lowered.

#yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jeon jungkook #yandere jeon jungkook x reader #yandere jeongguk #jeon jungkook x reader #yanderebts #dark #twisted #bangtanarmynet #bts fanfic #bts smut #prince of nothing #Engrained #girlmeetsliv3

[count-v-dracula]

The Most Random Questions about your Muse

*Copy and paste. Do not reblog*

Name: Vladislaus, most commonly referred to as Dracula

1) Do they believe in true love?

No. In fact the subject of love is something he does not like getting into with just anyone.

2) Do they believe that their life has meaning?

Yes, and no. As a human he was told that he had meaning, or more like a purpose, and he believed it and acted on it. Even then he was occasionally doubtful about his purpose. Currently, he’s caught in between. He took immortality to gain what was denied him as a human, but he continues to face trials that cause him to doubt.

3) What first impression do they give when they first meet someone?

Depends, sometimes. If it is a human that has heard of him prior to ever meeting him, they’ll probably be frightened by his demeanor more than his physicality. He can give off the impression that he is cool and reserved, or that he is welcoming and talkative--depends on his mood and the occasion. Fear can also mix with intrigue; he has that old world elegance that can draw you in.

4) Do they believe in Heaven/Hell?

It’s complicated and yes.

5) FIVE things that irritate them

   1) insolence

   2) ignorance 

   3) laziness

   4) self-righteous behavior

   5) disloyalty

6) First Kiss?

He was 15 (had to go through my headcanons tag and found it)! It was a girl of the court that was trying to make Mehmed II jealous by making moves on Vlad. Vlad welcomed it because he liked her, but Mehmed was furious because he was actually after Vlad (since he already got Radu he went after Vlad).

7) What do they find funny that other’s usually don’t?

Dark humor. 

8) Biggest Regret?

The one that has really stuck with him is that he regrets not having been able to look after his younger brother properly. Even as a kid he was forced into roles of being a leader and protector.

9) THREE words that best describe them

   1) charming

   2) brave

   3) loyal

10) Their most attractive feature

First thing people will notice about Vlad is his very blue eyes. They really stand out against his dark hair. His hair would then be next then everything else, in that order.

11) The feature that they find most attractive?

 A good smile will melt him. Then it’s legs. I mean look at Verona and Marishka. Aleera got in only because she was spicy - so that made up for her lack of height. After legs it’s arms.

12) Favorite Song Lyric:

“Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb, O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.”

13) Best advice they’ve ever received:

Do unto others before they do unto you.

14) Worst advice they’ve ever received:

Act on your passions.

15) What makes them cry?

He probably hasn’t cried in a couple centuries. It would take something horrible for him to. But, he tends to compartmentalize emotions, especially the ones he doesn’t want to indulge and then they collect dust and are forgotten. Anyway, something horrible. What normally causes someone to cry makes him terrifyingly angry.

16) Hardest decision they ever had to make?

To do what he wanted, not what the Church wanted him to do. His loyalty to two things was being torn. 

17) What makes them fond of someone?

Innocence usually makes him smile, not in a way that he wants to snuff it out, but that it makes him recall his own few innocent days. Other souls troubled like him he is also drawn to. Intelligence is also a major factor, similar interests. Passionate people.

18) Do they believe in forgiveness?

He does not usually forgive others and he doesn’t seek it for himself unless he really messed up. Privately, he thinks is beyond forgiveness, he’s always felt that way, Catholic and all......

19) Biggest TURN ON

Acts of service. Always. Anything that says “hey I did this for you because I know this would make you happy” You’re golden.

20) Biggest TURN OFF

Coming on too strong if he doesn’t welcome it, disloyalty (so far loyalty is a freaking big issue with him on this meme XD), fickle-mindedness, laziness, etc., etc.

21) Any fetishes/kinks?

Being dominant, sadism, bondage for starters.

22) Do they have a perception of god?

Yes, yes. Having been raised in the Catholic church and being affiliated with Eastern Orthodoxy, too. He looked to God as a comforter and redeemer up until his life change. He now views God as someone who is selfish and unforgiving. He has no faith in Him anymore clearly. You could say the Devil gave him wings because God did not...

23) A memory from their childhood that shaped them

Ouch. His childhood wasn’t always pleasant (having been a political prisoner, kept from his family, raised for several years not in his own country, beaten occasionally and not fed for days because of his defiant behavior, etc.) so it’s gonna be a not-so-good memory. Look here for something bitter-sweet.

24) birthday and zodiac sign:

December 16th. Sagittarius.

25) Do they agree with said zodiac sign?

To an extent, yes. Sagittarius is the sign of the real Vlad and I believe it fits mine. He is a true fire sign: ambitious, outspoken, likes to display strength, etc. Many would say Scorpio but *taps mic* not every villainous person is a Scorpio. He probably has a lot of Scorpio though in other aspects/houses/planets.

26) What is ONE thing that they wish they could change about themselves?

How he handles his lack of emotions....(or so he thinks)

27) A dream that they have never told anyone

There is one but he’s not saying one word about it.

28) Do they believe in fate?

Yes. And no. It’s complicated.

29) Favorite season: 

Autumn/Winter

30) FIVE favorite singers/bands/performers 

Elvis Presley, John Dowland, Julie London, Metallica, Maria Callas, Glen Miller

TAGGED BY: @desanctii (thank you :D )

TAGGING: @adara-of-the-flame @astridnorddottir @scarletxcross @summerxmelodies @qceensofkings and anyone else who wants to steal it!

#about the master;; #headcanon #dash games;; #[ under a read more cause whoops it got long ]

[blackirisposts]

Of Ghosts and Coffee Shop Whispers

This work is part of Spoopy October Writing Challenge 2019 (SOWC19) hosted by me, annnnnnd Happy Steve Bingo (HSB) by: @happystevebingo !!! ❤

Prompt: Day 6: Ghost for SOWC19 && Romance Novel for HSB ❤

Pairing: Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x OMC, Jane Foster x Thor ❤

Word Count: 2404

❤ Book Shop && Coffee Shop ❤

Reblog will include links and tags! ❤

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Crack and the occasional cameo ❤

A/N:  Special thanks to @pegasusdragontiger and @heartbreaker6995 for both shocking my brain into actually working and cranking out this fic ❤

Darcy’s eyes follow the blond man across the room as he moves to wait for his coffee order.  

“You’re staring.” Jane says, not looking up from the small wired contraption she was fiddling with.

“Yep.” Darcy pops the ‘p’ like the word’s made of bubble gum. “What a sight.”

Jane hums not fully paying attention to Darcy.

“Thor’s off world, your loss.” Darcy says with a slurp of her coffee.

“Thor?” Jane looks up and around in confusion.

Darcy pats her hand, “Off world, dear.”

“Right. I knew that.”

Darcy pushes a barely touched panini sandwich towards Jane.

“Eat, my scientific one. It shall give you strength!”

“Eat later. Science now.”

“Eat now. Science, well, also now?” Darcy sighed dragging her eyes back to Jane. “Don’t make me take whatever the hell that thing is away from you until after you’ve finished your no longer hot sandwich thingy.”

“I dare you.” Jane stares at Darcy.

“Jane.” Darcy arches a brow.

“Fine.”

“Love you too.”

Jane takes a few bites as she fiddles with her contraption.

“Still staring.”

“He’s still a sight to behold.”

“You stare at him whenever you see him here. Go talk to him. Dazzle him with your wit.”

“Yeah. That’s likely to happen.”

“Where else are you going to run into him? The lab?”

“No.” Darcy huffed, fixing her mass of curls. “Maybe a bookshop.”

Jane scoffs.

“You never know.” Darcy takes a drawn-out sip of her nearly empty coffee mug. “Okay, but if I ran into the glory of that in a bookshop, I’d die happy. . . oh, and then I could haunt the bookshop, too. . . okay, Jane. New plan!”

As Darcy dreams out loud, a half-asleep man in a stained purple shirt and black apron sidles up to her.

“It’s your lucky day then, Dee.”

Darcy squeaks in an undignified manner, startled by Clint’s sudden appearance at her side. She glares at him, her cheeks tinted pink. Clint’s an incorrigible gossip. And he will definitely tell Nat, another incorrigible gossip. This will not end well.

“Where’d you crawl out of?”

“I’m on break.” Clint shrugs and sips his coffee.

“You know something, Barton?”

“I could use more tips.” Clint arches a brow at Darcy.

“Ha! You’re lucky you make the best coffee in the city.”

Clint chuckles and takes the empty chair at their table, partially blocking Darcy of her glorious view.

“I might know a little something-something about a certain possibly haunted book shop on 66th street. If you’re planning on taking up an additional post to haunt it.”

“Possibly haunted?” Jane asks, suddenly interested in the conversation and not believing a word he says.

“Yeah. There’s like at least two ghosts. They’re—well they’re really annoying. Funny sometimes but mostly annoying.”

Darcy and Jane share a look and Darcy snorts turning back to Clint.

“So, what are you actually saying?”

“Maybe he’ll be there. Maybe he won’t be.”

“But?”

“But I’d check it out if I were you.” Clint grabs the empty cups and crumpled wrapper that once contained Darcy’s Danish. “You two check each other out far too much for you both to not have noticed yet. It’s driving everyone insane.”

“Whatever, dude.” Darcy rolls her eyes, biting her lip to keep her smile at bay. “If this bookshop is real, it’d be worth it to run into him there. Haunted or not.”

“Whatever you say, Dee.” Clint says walking back to the front counter.

“Okay, Jane, new plan. Same plan. Whatever.”

“Darcy. No.”

“Darcy. Yes.”

“Wait, what’s the address?” Darcy looks from Jane to Clint.

‘Look at your phone.’ Clint signs from behind the counter.

Darcy looks down to her phone to see the address and several emojis light up her phone.

“Who put this here?”

“You know who.” A tired voice replies, muffled by the rows of books.

“Dude. You can’t put this here.”

“I can. And I did.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fix it!”

“There’s nothing to fix. It should go here.”

“No. No, it shouldn’t.”

“Guys.” The tired voice calls out.

“You cannot put Tolkien in the romance section.”

“Yeah. I can.”

“No.”

“It’s totally a romance novel. You’d know that if you ever learned to read.”

“Guys!” The voice calls out again.

“NO!”

“Yes! He goes in every section!”

“Tolkien. Does. Not.”

“Yep. Every one. That’s what everyone wants to read anyways.”

“Oh my god. It’s like arguing with a wall.”

“Guys. Knock it off.” The tired voice shouts.

A barely discernable pair of ‘sorry’s are uttered without feeling. Hushed arguing can still be heard throughout the book shop that finally stops when a book is thrown down aisle slamming into a wall with a harsh thud.

“You done yet?” Darcy asks, tapping the end of her pen against the table top.

“Does it look like I’m done?”

“No. You’re never done. Even when you are, in fact, done.”

“What?”

“You started spouting equations when you were asleep. Remember? I recorded it incase it was something import.”

“I don’t remember that.” Jane eyes Darcy. “There’s no way I did that.”

“You did.” Eric taps his head. “I remember. It was odd. All your equations where correct but they had nothing to do with each other.”

Jane huffs. “Typical.”

“Nah, just proof you need more sleep, Doc.”

“I need more sleep? Or you want to go ghost hunting?”

“Maybe both?” Darcy holds both hands up defensively. “Can’t we have both?”

“Take the rest of the day off, Darcy.” Eric chuckles grabbing the pen from her.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He gives her an incredulous look. “Go have fun with the—ghosts.”

“I don’t think they’re—”

“I don’t want to know. Just call us if you need help or are pulled into another dimension again.”

“Thanks, ma dude.” Darcy bounces on her toes and presses a quick kiss to Eric’s cheek. “And you’ll take care of Jane-y?”

“Yes. Now, go before you convince yourself not to.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t science too hard.”

Darcy bites her lip, checking her phone one more time for address to the bookshop. The entrance is warm and charming. Totally inviting. Not that there was a bookshop that hadn’t agreed with Darcy yet.

The door chimes softly as the smell of fresh coffee and paper flood her nose.

“Yeah. This is a place I could call my forever home.” Darcy mutters to herself.

Not a soul in sight. Only books and a mismatched pair of leather chairs and a purple velvet couch.

Mismatched fairy lights hang crisscrossing overhead, leading to a small stage. A framed chalkboard sign reads: Poetry reading, Tonight 8pm.

Darcy snaps a pic and sends it to Jane and Eric, found my happy place.

She wanders farther into the bookshop when she hears it.

“Was the fair palace door—”

First it sounds like a whisper.

“Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing—”

Now a little louder. The disembodied voice sounded pensive, annoyed even.

“Flowing, flowing, flowing—”

Darcy’s curiosity gets the better of her and she follows the voice, stifling a snort when she hears it curse in frustration.

She hears papers moving and an irritated sigh.

Rounding a corner, she sees the source of the voice. Not a ghost by any means, but definitely something that took her breath away. Before her perched precariously on a stool is a rather large man in a rust colored sweater, his dark hair tied messily in a bun.

“That was really beautiful.”

The man looks up and blushes. “Th-thanks. I’m trying to memorize it before tonight.”

“You’ll get it.”

“I better.” He sighs, his voice dropping low in embarrassment. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh, for who?” Darcy beams a toothy grin at him as his blush darkens.

He hands her his book, an anthology of Poe, open to the poem that he’s struggling with.

“It’s for my boyfriend, it’s his favorite. If I can pull it off, I’m going to ask him to move in with me, too.”

Darcy squeaks out a noise that makes him chuckle.

“I’m Bucky by the way.”

“Darcy.” She replies. “And that is possibly the sweetest thing I’ve heard all month.”

“I call bull, Bucko.”

“What the fuck now, Sam?” Bucky asks, features going neutral.

“No way.” The man referred to as Sam crosses his arms over his chest making himself look intimidating in the small book aisle. “You paid her to come in here and say that. Admit it.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

Darcy snorts, drawing their attention. “You two don’t sound like ghosts.”

“What?” They ask in unison.

A low chuckle is heard an aisle or two over.

Darcy points in the direction of the laugh. “Now there’s your ghost.”

“Ghost?” Sam asks.

“A friend recommended this place, said it was haunted by at least two ghosts, annoying but sometimes funny. I imagine he was talking about you two. You’re not the boyfriend, are you?” Darcy asks Sam as she draws soft lines of graphite in his book.

“Oh, hell no. He wishes.” He chuckles, holding out a hand. “I’m Sam. I can only stand that man as far as I can throw him.”

Darcy takes his hand, offering her name in return.

“What the hell man? You know you can’t throw down like I can.”

“Knock it off, guys.”

“So, is he the ghost then?” Darcy snickers referring to the voice as both men roll their eyes at the phrase they’ve heard far too often.

“No.” Sam seems to pout. “You’d think so, but no.”

Darcy shrugs and hands Bucky the book back. “Here, try to memorize it in chunks, it has more rhythm that way, might be easier.”

“Thank you so much!” Bucky’s face brightens and he wraps Darcy in a quick hug, nearly crushing her. His movements startling her into laughter and cause Sam to roll his eyes.

“Why you gotta hug everyone, man. Some people don’t like it.”

“I don’t mind.” Darcy shrugs with a laugh. “Some people need kindness in physical platonic gestures.”

Sam hums, eyeing Darcy and then Bucky.

“What?” She asks confusion written across her face.

“You thinking what I’m thinking, Buck?”

It takes Bucky a moment, but he gets there. “Oh. Stevie. Yeah.”

“Who?”

“They’d be perfect together.” Sam nods, giving Darcy his sweetest smile. “You’d really love him.”

“No, seriously, who’s Steve?”

“For us to know and you to fall in love with.” Sam arches his brows at her.

“Hey, maybe then he’ll spend less time here giving us a hard time.” Bucky says, nudging Sam.

“Give the lady some room otherwise she’ll never come back here, ya crazy mutts.” Says the voice again, this time closer.

“What?” Darcy asks while Bucky shakes his head and goes back to his book. She looks to Sam who throws his hands in the air in mock defeat.

“We try and we try, Steve.” Sam says, his smirk growing into a full smile. “But we can only do so much for you, old man.”

“This is why business is erratic.” Says the voice, who Darcy is now assuming to be the Steve formerly mentioned. “You two aren’t sharing shifts anymore if you keep this up.”

“Uh oh, looks like you’ve upset the man behind the curtain.” Darcy quips, earning a fist bump from Sam and a chuckle from Bucky.

“Yeah! Good one.” Scott cheers coming around the corner, bowl of orange slices in hand. “Who’s the new girl?” he asks, offering everyone to take from the dish.

“Scott, be cool, man.” Sam shakes his head, grabbing a handful of oranges before walking out of the aisle.

“When am I not cool? I’m cool right?” Scott looks to Darcy, like she’ll back him up.

Bucky chuckles and disappears around the corner before being dragged into it.

Darcy laughs and nods, her words caught in her throat as Steve rounds the corner, rolling his eyes.

“You’re the coolest Scott.” Steve confirms, eyes tired until they fall on Darcy and light up. “Can you finish inventory in the back?”

“Can do Cap!” Scott mock salutes, shoving the large bowl into Steve’s hands as he leaves.

“Sorry about him.” He shuffles his feet a bit, suddenly shy at finding the ‘cute coffee shop girl’ in his shop. “’Bout all of them, really.”

Darcy shakes her head “You must be Steve?” Darcy smiles at the flush starting to color his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He says softly, smile as bright as she knew it’d be. “And you’re—”

“Darcy. It’s nice to meet you, finally.”

“How’d you survive the minotaurs that work here?” He asks, putting the bowl on an empty shelf, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I know how to get around a maze with minimum casualties.” Darcy laughs, the sound feeling like a wave of sunshine rippling through his veins.

Steve can’t help but laugh with her. He should have listened to Clint and Nat and talked to her sooner.

“Would you—” He’s interrupted with a tap on the shoulder by a guy with a creepy yet happy smile holding three pizza boxes.

“We didn’t order anything.” Steve says with a confused look. “Wait. Guys? Did you order take out again?”

“No!” Come Bucky and Sam’s reply almost in unison, followed by a late and muffled ‘no’ from Scott.

“Sorry, man.”

“Smells good, though.” Darcy murmurs.

“Eh, thought I’d just say hi. This goes next door.”

“What?” Darcy takes a step closer to Steve.

“Hi. Wade Wilson.” The man says with a sigh of admiration. “Big fan.” And turns to leave.

The door hasn’t shut yet and they hear his voice again from the street.

“Fuck! I got distracted by those baby blues. What was my line? ‘Everything’s better with pizza?’ Fuck it, close enough! Can’t I do it again? Shit!”

“What the fuck was that?” Darcy asks, holding a hand over her mouth as she laughs.

“You keep the pizza, boss?” Bucky yells.

“Or are you two too busy making out already?” Sam sticks his head around the corner waggling his eyebrows.

“Why did I agree to hire you two?” Steve asks, giving Darcy an apologetic look.

“Wanna get out of here?” Darcy slips her hand into Steve’s.

“Yeah.”

“Buck!” Sam yells over his shoulder. “They’re holding hands!”

“Ha! Nat owes me twenty bucks!” Comes Bucky’s voice from behind the stacks of books.

“Coffee shop?”

“Coffee shop.” Steve agrees, his smile faulters. “Wait, do you know Clint?”

“Shit.”  

#Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes/OMC #bipspoopy19 #happy steve bingo 2019

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

My gift for @captainofthekryptonspacemarines for Steggy Secret Santa 2018

I am very sorry for how extremely late this is. It is difficult for me to write with a lack of motivation and I have been busier than usual these last few months. But I finally got it done. I really hope it was worth the wait and I hope you enjoy! :)

You said you enjoyed domestic life fics so that is what I wrote. Also, some there is some Star Wars stuff because you said you liked sci-fi. :)

The Perfect Gift

As a child, Christmas was always one of Steve's favorite days of the year. He and his mother had very little, they were already poor when the Great Depression came and then things just got worse. But his mother always made sure that Christmas was special. Every year she bought Steve a new comic book, replaced some old art supplies, and got him a chocolate treat. Steve knew that she had to take extra shifts on top of her doubles already as a nurse just to earn the extra money. And he would be eternally grateful for that.

Now, around a hundred years later and having a family of his own, Steve made sure to make Christmas for his family just as special as his mother had made it for him. Every year, the Rogers-Carter family would cut down their own Christmas tree. Peggy and their two children always loved to see Steve lift the tree up with ease and carry it to the truck (borrowed from Tony of course) and throw it into the truck bed.

Often, the two little gremlins that Steve and Peggy called their children would wrap themselves around Steve’s legs like monkeys trying to hold him back with no avail.

They’d take the tree to their home in the suburbs of Washington D.C. and spend the evening decorating it with various ornaments. Some store-bought and some homemade. Sarah, Peggy and Steve’s daughter and eldest child had her father’s knack for art. Steve and her would make various ornaments for the tree, ranging from little drawings to larger clay figures that Sarah loved to craft. Their younger son, Michael, got the job of choosing what would go on top of the tree. He always chose a small replica of his father’s shield over a star or an angel.

The day before Christmas, Auntie Angie (as Sarah referred to her) would visit and bake cookies with the children. Sarah liked to bake them in the shape of her mother’s fedora and Michael liked frosting them to look like his father’s shield. Michael liked to sneak their dog Dodger cookies under the table while he thought no one was looking, his little giggle giving himself away each time. Steve and Peggy usually noticed but never minded as long as their son was happy.

Peggy was always unsure what to get Steve for Christmas. Steve’s gifts were almost always homemade, putting his amazing art skills and creativity to good use. For their first Christmas together in the modern age, Peggy went the comedic route. She knew Steve loathed Captain America merchandise, having his superhero identity plastered all over items ranging from clothing, stuffed animals, and mugs to the X-Rated items for the more adventurous fans of his had always made him a bit uncomfortable. But for Christmas, she had bought him a surprisingly well detailed Captain America bobblehead and a Halloween costume of his original USO uniform. She giggled as he unwrapped it, joking to him about how he could finally dress up as his favorite superhero. The laughter the gift gave them both was a gift in and of itself. And as much as Steve didn’t like Captain America merchandise normally, he loved it coming from Peggy. He still kept the bobblehead on his office desk till this day and kept the costume in storage because he would cherish anything coming from her. Peggy had to admit that she rather liked some of the items though. She owned several articles of Captain America clothing, an adorable stuffed bear version of Steve, and one of her favorite mugs donned his shield insignia.

Nature did Peggy’s job for her on their second Christmas together. The sonogram picture of their first child was sure to take Steve by surprise. Steve ended up being open-mouthed and awestruck. Peggy being pregnant was the best news he had gotten since the news that she was staying in the modern day to be with him, timelines be damned. “Best gift ever,” Steve had said and she couldn’t have been happier.

The couple decided against getting presents for each other on their third Christmas. Deciding instead to focus on the new addition to their family. Peggy did break the rule slightly however, buying herself some lingerie to model for Steve.

“There was no rule against buying ourselves a gift, my darling,” Peggy said, stalking towards him slowly.

“From this angle it looks like this is a gift for me too,” Steve had replied with a wide smirk on his face. Finally getting to spend some one on one time with his gorgeous wife after months of only fleeting moments in between the cries from a hungry baby. Sarah always chose the worst moments to decide it was time to eat.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in this if I’m honest.”

“You’re a perv, Peg.”

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The years kept going by and Peggy kept having to be creative come Christmas time. One year Peggy had gotten a new compass made for Steve. This time the compass opened to a picture of Peggy holding beautiful little Sarah. Steve absolutely loved it. The compass always pointing north and always pointing home.

Steve tended to go the homemade route. He liked to put his art skills to use and make something personal and unique.

A few years ago however, Steve got the chance to do something a little different. Tony Stark, with the help of Hank Pym, Hope van Dyne, and Scott Lang had finally unraveled the key to time travel using the Quantum Realm. They had wanted an excuse to monitor the effects a miniscule change could have on the modern day. How they were going to do that was beyond Steve. But since Tony was planning a trip back in time anyways, Steve enlisted his help in getting a nice gift for Peggy.

“You want me to do what?” Tony had deadpanned, a little baffled at Steve’s seemingly silly request.

“Like I said, I just want you to buy some lipstick from London. The brand she used went out of business ages ago and I know how much she misses it.”

“Couldn’t have been too good if they went out of business.”

“I’m serious, Tony. I’d really appreciate it. It would be the perfect present for her.”

“Fine! I’ll consider this assisting the elderly. But you owe me. You are coming to all my charity events from now on.”

“Deal.” And they shook on it, Tony adding after the fact, “Time travel is invented and we’re using it to get ancient lipstick for God’s sake,” Tony muttered sarcastically.

“Well if you want to go back and stop the Nazis and HYDRA be my guest.”

“That would have too many repercussions. Who knows what the present day would look like if I changed something so drastic.”

“Then stop complaining.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, if this causes the world to go to hell it’s on you.”

Tony had returned from the past safely with a case of “Victory Red” lipstick in hand as expected. A part of Steve was kind of hoping that this subtle change to the past had some positive present consequences but to no avail.

Peggy had been shocked by the gift and even more shocked by the explanation. Ironically she made the same comment that Tony made about time travel being used for such silly purposes but she would be eternally grateful for such a thoughtful and spectacular gift. Her years of experience in rationing were sure to come in handy once again. They were both pretty sure that Tony wouldn’t agree to go back and get more when she ran out. But they did both got a good laugh at the idea of sending Tony back in time to get more lipstick as if it was a simple errand to the corner store.

Other years Steve had drawn beautiful drawings and portraits for her. Peggy had a place for each and every one. On the wall of her office in Avengers Tower hung a large and detailed painting Steve had painted during the war. It was of the Paris skyline, the lights from the Eiffel Tower illuminating the sky. Steve had drawn it after the Liberation of Paris in 1944. It hung in a museum until Steve came out of ice. He had taken it back and replaced the one in the museum with a copy. Now Peggy had the original and cherished it every time she gazed upon it.

Steve and Peggy were amoken Christmas morning by Sarah and Michael jumping on their bed.

“Mommy! Daddy! Santa came! Santa came!”

Their children’s eager voices brought smiles to their faces, even if they weren’t particularly happy with being woken up at seven in the morning on a holiday.

“Alright alright gremlins, calm down a bit my loves.”

“Mummy, come on!!” Michael begged, tugging on Peggy’s arm trying to get her up so they could open presents.

“Sweetie, the presents will still be there in an hour.”

“Or two,” Steve added, trying to negotiate for some extra sleep. Christmas Eve was one of the few nights that they got all to themselves. The kids agreeing to go to bed early on the promise that Santa would come if they did. And Steve and Peggy were sure to capitalize on this opportunity, making love late into the night, or more accurately early into the morning.

“Please mummy!!” both the children said in unison, using their best puppy dog eyes.

Steve and Peggy both shared a knowing look upon realizing that they would get no more sleep.

“Fine, my loves. You can each open one present before breakfast. We’ll open the rest after.”

“Thank you mummy! Love you!!” Sarah and Michael both exclaimed before running out of the room excited that their favorite day had finally came.

“What about me!?!?” Steve yelled after them

“Love you too, papa!” They yelled back, their voices getting quieter the further they got away from the master bedroom. The children's response caused a chuckle from both Peggy and Steve as they rose out of bed.

“Make sure they open the Star Wars Lego set. That will keep them busy for bit.”

By the time Steve and Peggy made it down to the living room, the kids had already chosen a gift to unwrap. It was in fact the lego set. Peggy had a feeling they would go for that one as it was one of the bigger boxes under their tree.

“Share please, my darlings!”

Seeing their children playing together warmed Peggy’s heart.

Steve went to make breakfast while Peggy helped Sarah start building the Millenium Falcon.

Breakfast made by Steve was more of a feast. Steve’s super-soldier metabolism ensured that he always would need a lot to eat. And his children never having to worry about food was what made him proudest in life. Between growing up poor and then needing to ration, food was always scarce in Steve’s life before the ice. Knowing that his children would never feel empty bellies warmed his heart. He cooked a smorgasbord of eggs, pancakes, waffles, bacon, and sausage for his family. Steve’s many years of Captaining were as useful in the kitchen as the were on a battlefield. Multi-tasking quickly so that his family could all enjoy their favorites.

After breakfast, the kids were eager to get back to opening their presents. Sarah chose first, choosing a long rectangular box to open.

“A lightsaber, papa!” Sarah burst out with excitement. Star Wars was her favorite right now. She wanted to be just like Rey. The lightsaber handle was made from genuine vibranium. Upon activation, the handle would project bright blue light like a hologram giving an authentic look to the prop. The lightsaber would also emit a low buzzing when you swung it. Sarah could barely hold the heavy handle but the smile on her face was brighter than the saber itself. She rushed off to her room to change into her Rey outfit. Steve and Peggy knew they had gotten the perfect gift for their little daughter.

All the gifts were opened by mid-morning and the kids were playing excitedly. Sarah still enraptured by her lightsaber and Michael engrossed in the newest Batman video game. Their dog Dodger was enjoying his new bone very much as well.

While the children played, Peggy and Steve snuck off to go get their main gifts for each other.

Steve gave Peggy her gift first. She had to admit his wrapping skills had gotten quite good.

“I didn’t have much time to work on this but I hope you like it,” Steve said nervously, eager to see what his wife thought of his gift.

Peggy unwrapped the gift carefully, opening up the small box to reveal a homemade comic book. The cover boldy read “THE ADVENTURES OF DIRECTOR CARTER AND CAPTAIN AMERICA”. Below it Peggy and Steve were drawn gracefully standing proud in the midst of a battle.

Peggy spoke slowly, in awe over how amazing a gift she had received. “Steve, this is incredible. My darling you are so talented.” Peggy added while flipping through the pages. The compliment caused a faint blush to rise to Steve’s cheeks as well.

“You really like it? I know comics aren’t really your thing.”

Peggy responded with action rather than words, firmly kissing Steve before whispering, “I love it. I love you.” against his lips.

“I am quite glad you put my name first as well, I must say.

“As it should be. You do wear the pants after all.”

“Sounds like you are just trying to get mine off,” Peggy teased back.

“Not while the kids are awake.”

Peggy giggled a tapped Steve on the chest, “Open yours. I hope you like it.”

Steve unwrapped the gift carefully. It was clearly a painting and he was eager to see what of.

“I wasn’t able to draw it myself obviously so I enlisted Maria’s help. Did you know she could paint this well?”

Steve in fact didn’t know that Maria Hill was a painter but he was glad that he did now. The painting was a recreation of The Incredibles poster but with their family. Peggy knew The Incredibles was Steve’s favorite Pixar movie, mainly because they reminded him so much of his own. Steve was Mr. Incredible of course, with Peggy as ElastiGirl, Sarah as Violet, Michael as Dash, and even had Dodger in place of Jack-Jack.

“This is outstanding Peg. Thank you so much!”

“You’re quite welcome, darling. I only wish I could have made it myself.”

“I could teach ya if you’d like. We should have some free time. I don’t think the kids will be bothering us too much for the near future.”

“Alright then, you better be as good a teacher as you are a husband.”

“We can start tomorrow. You know, I think the kids might be napping, I don’t hear them.”

Smirking wickedly, Peggy caught the slight tease in Steve’s voice. “Well then, maybe we should take this time for an afternoon fondue.”

The old reference caused a laugh from the both of them before Steve added, “You are never gonna let that go, huh?”

“Oh no darling, never.”

#steggysecretsanta #fanfiction #steggy #steve and peggy #steve rogers #peggy carter #i hope you enjoy! #sorry for the long delay

[book-o-scams]

Either 1. Do an analysis on the scene from A Fistful of Ed where Eddy sticks up for Edd. Starting from after Kevin leaves the scene to the end when the Ed's are sharing hotdogs. Or, if you don't wish to do an analysis (But, still think about doing an analysis) you can answer this question. What is your favorite thing about Eddy sticking up for Edd in a Fistful of Ed? *Look at the post on my page if you have any questions.

I love this scene SO MUCH!  I’m gonna do this under the cut, I don’t have time to comment on everything right now so I’ll add a few more comments after I get dinner.

These screenshots are from a folder I made forever ago labeled “Raw Eddy” because I LOVE the way Eddy’s rage from over the entire series finally boils over (pretty literally, the animators rev up his boiling outline to an extreme twitch before he erupts) and all that frustration turns out to be the group’s secret weapon against their biggest enemy at that time.

Ed clutching his heart is a thing that I keep noticing in the final stretch of the series and it does a good job repositioning Ed’s seemingly unhelpful nature to Ed just being too easily frightened by antagonists.  As Nazz clarifies in the movie, the Eds are all cowards and that’s a big reason they just accept defeat so often.

“HEY!!!”

I wonder if this is a reference to that angry point-up that Eddy did in ‘An Ed in the Bush’, which everyone took as this show’s version of the middle finger:

I really don’t have much to say about this scene after all the gushing I’ve done over the years.  I just appreciate how much you can read EVERYONE’s thoughts via their expressions as they process this scene.

Like, it interests me A LOT that May is now the one reacting the MOST like a Kanker in this moment, because it makes a good deal of sense since Lee and Marie are more interchangeably interested in Edd AND Eddy, but it really doesn’t come up much.  This may be the scene where I like Marie the most, too, because despite seeming like the hyper sister, Marie seems the least able to mask her fear when an Ed snaps.  Lee shows an interesting new shade here too, though, genuinely surprised but interested in seeing a respectable side of Eddy.

Tattoo this Eddy on my face

(sidebar: please do not break into my home and tattoo my face)

This Eddy too, GOD he’s drawn so well this whole damn episode.  Look at the arch of his mouth and how it’s already causing his eyes to bug out before the big eyeball gag.

And here’s that big eyeball gag!

Wow I never noticed that May needed to GRIP the ground to stay there.

Also note that only May manages to see every stage of this face.

ALL of those drawings just to say “HE’S HAD ENOUGH ALREADY!” Eddy is that scary, that animated, that completely outraged AND in-character, yet he isn’t even being mean!!  Everything he said in season 4 about being done with everything about the show (or his life, your call) finally gets put in action.  Edd acknowledges this afterward as a defiance of “a cliche show ending” and it’s hard not to feel the catharsis in the art, that after every trauma Eddy went through, he’s at least earned the right to get away with one big “FUCK YOU“ to the show itself, and yet it still manages to contain character growth, coming from a place of caring for his friends, that he manages to verbally express without being mushy.  This is a complete and utter triumph, and a testament to the show’s art style to boot!  PERFECT CAPPER TO THE PRE-FISTFUL WORLD.

It’s also just such a relief to think of how brief a time that was, that the Eds were pursued by the Kankers, if we are to believe the show follows one year June-October + winter specials + next summer movie.  Yet it’s also a little sad to think how quickly the Kankers changed the Eds’ personalities, when flashbacks suggest the characters had been more or less in a pleasant season 1 stasis for several years.

They are all visibly shaken.

“BEAT IT”

Marie surrenders and her eye darts between the scene’s current dominant figures.

Lee obeys, May ollies out, and Edd is pleased..

Then confused...

It takes a moment for this moment to sink in for Edd. Marie exits peacefully as well. Lee awkwardly hobbles away on her giant cast, reminding us what the Eds have gotten away with this week.

The surprise that this is really happening hits Edd.

This pout confounds me.. I think it’s meant to convey that Edd is really feeling the weight of this moment, but it reads a little more like he’s upset the Kankers are leaving, which is not how he acts for the rest of the scene.

I LOVE Marie looking back at them.  There’s a weird knowing feeling that this will lead to Marie dancing with Eddy instead of Edd in the episodes after this.

Finally, the focal point returns to just the Eds.

Edd immediately rejects any confusion that pout may have caused and blows a quick raspberry at the Kankers.

Ed gives Eddy the first round of compliments, and it feels good.  I don’t think it really matters the order in which he receives gratitude, but it does feel appropriate to have Ed be impressed first, since Ed has pretty much failed to acknowledge Eddy this whole story and also should realize by now that he can stop the Kankers from attacking his friends.  Imagine if this scene had followed the arc the story up until that point and portrayed Ed as the hero instead of Eddy?  It could have been fitting and sort of cute, maybe it would have turned Eddy a little nicer by witnessing it.. But with the hype created by The Best Day Edder marathon and the pressure created by the public acknowledgement that this would be the finale to a really infamously anti-Eds season, it feels so much more appropriate to separate this moment a bit and give Eddy a chance to show his softer side after being sidelining himself all day.

Cute

CUTE

Edd starts telling Eddy how touched he is by this act.

Eddy lowers his guard.

Eddy is MORE alarmed than Ed when Edd struggles to get up.

Eddy doing the most “this is as much concern as I think men are allowed to show” pose and expression...

Eddy raises his guard right back up.

But it’s okay, because Edd and Ed manage to exude cuteness from every frame for the rest of this thing, despite looking horribly injured.  In a weird way, I also really enjoy this episode beating the tar out of Ed and Edd and several kids, while Eddy just gets stepped on the gentlest way he’s ever been stepped on.

Edd puts a hand on his heart and praises Eddy’s “camaraderie,” the hardest word in the world for me to spell.

This pose...

hONESTLY THEY ARE SPOILING US

there’s even a wiener in his mouth

droop

Eddy trying to act like a tough guy still, does his best Popeye squint and tells Edd to “eat and shut up,“ but also gives Edd a friendly nudge on the chest and then eases into this oddly “exposed” expression.

P.S. this Edd is so cute too, haha

Ed asks for one and it makes Eddy get frilly for a second.

Eddy briefly seems to actually care about granting Ed’s wish.  This is also a cute Edd.

I HATE HOW EDD TURNS EDDY’S SKIN TONE FOR LIKE TWO FRAMES. Eddy’s face is humorously not-mean while he clearly know what he’s about to do.

Eddy wiseguys the sweetness out of the moment, but Ed’s still pleased.

Edd complains, however, and once again Eddy seems unhappy that he’s made things unsatisfying again.  This scene does a really good job summarizing Eddy’s struggle with being rightfully depressed but continuously misfiring it at his friends and regretting it.

Ta-Dah!  Eddy does his trick again and even does a silly gesture to lighten the mood.

Eddy looks a little embarrassed as he fetches his own hammerspace hotdog.  Edd graciously thanks him.  Ed’s circular chewing is very cute.

I wish there was a line, something less corny than “this is better than jawbreakers,” but still SOME way of internally comparing this scene to the Eds eating jawbreakers at the end of episode 1.  The general feeling I get from this ending, as an ending to the series, is that it doesn’t matter what they get at the end, as long as they enjoy something together.

As they all enjoy their dinner in such animated detail, Eddy double-checks that they’re all happy. Awww, he still wants to vocalize how much he’s trying to care.

Ed and Edd pose even cuter to express their joy and Eddy sighs “good,“ still clearly uncomfortable reveling after such a fit, but still relieved to have won something and been well-fed.

As the iris in/out closes on our redeemed little troll-man, he blurts out a little “jeez,” a similar undercutting beat to the previous series finale, with old man Eddy interrupting his friends’ laughter to complain about still wanting to be a kid.  However, as he continues chewing with the littlest bit of a grin, this episode manages to make it feel like false whining, Eddy needing to maintain his hardened cynical personality yet actually feeling satisfied for once.  I was so happy for him, and I’m so glad all the episodes afterward give him little victories as well.

#ed edd n eddy #a fistful of ed #season 5 discussion #season 5 #analysis #scene analysis