#im watching civil war cause never saw it and .....

[erikatsu]

The Abyss, Celestia, & Khaenri'ah's Truth

the khaenri'ah enthusiast is back with another theory! this one is definitely my favorite and honestly i'll be disappointed if im wrong :,) but anyway.

cw: in game lore, speculation, building off other theories as well. all sources will be linked or shown through pictures so i can paraphrase. pls take this with a grain of salt

The Abyss came first, then Celestia (who has kept this secret buried and struck down others who knew), and Khaenri'ah reached this truth. They waged war against those beyond the sky, not the "gods" of Celestia themselves.

And before you say, "but Celestia was confirmed to be first", it was hypothesized by Nahida, but never confirmed.

To start off this theory, we have to go back to the ancient civilization, Sal Vindagnyr.

Sal Vindagnyr was formerly Dragonspine before it was covered in snow, and they lived in harmony with Celestia and "the White Tree" (which we can infer is/was a branch of Irminsul). The princess of this civilization had been blessed with the power to forsee the future, and saw that one day a great black dragon would come and that he would fill their land with a scarlet poison. But this vision would not come to light until thousands of years later during the Cataclysm that destroyed Khaenri'ah.

This dragon was Durin, who's bones are still on the mountain– hence the name "Dragonspine".

Through the Wings of Concealing Snow, we learn that the people challenged Celestia, and in return they dropped a nail and shrouded the city in snow and darkness. The nail then split into pieces, and one of them destroyed the tree. But the nail splitting didn't just destroy, it cause the tree and the ley lines to wither. The kingdom's scribe, and the outsider who vowed to help the kingdom both have some interesting things to say in the items they have left behind.

With the knowledge we can get from Dragonspine and Dainsleif, it's to be speculated that Khaenri'ah used to be Sal Vindagnyr.

Imunlaukr, the outsider says: "You who dwell in the Heavens, you must wish for naught but to watch our ashen suffering here below. In that case, let me help you pass the time with a song of iron and blood" (Snow-Tombed Starsliver Greatsword)

Dainsleif about the Field Tillers:

Ukko, the scribe, notes: "I've heard of people who are building a new nation without gods. Perhaps they will have the power to stand against this world" (Scribe Box). Ukko also cursed the gods, which you can find in the lore as well.

Sal or Salr means "hall" or "room", Vindr means "wind" + agnir means "husk/shell" in Old Norse, (Khaenri'ah is inspired by Nordic/Gaelic cultures).

Khaenri'ah is also Arabic for "Wind betrayers/Traitor of the Wind"

But how did they end up underground, and how could they betray Barbatos if he had yet to come into being? The answer is simple, really. And it can be found in the Byakuyakoku Collection. Enkanomiya, Sal Vindagnyr, The Chasm Ruins, and Remuria (Fontaine) were all once apart of the same ancient civilization– led by the Primordial One and it's Four Shining Shades– that was forced underground during the war with the Second Who Came. The nail splitting on Sal Vindagnyr and destroying the tree could have been the start of that war.

The people underground did not know who emerged victorious in the war, but believed it was the Primordial One and three of the four Shades, who left them behind. They claim only one Shade did not forsake them, and her name is Istaroth, the Goddess of Wind and Time.

We also know Istaroth used to be worshipped in Mondstadt thanks to the statues at the nameless island and at the Thousand Winds Temple.

The Byakuyakoku Collection was forbidden. Orobashi paid a price for its knowledge so his people would not have to. The truth it holds had been lost. The people were not allowed to return to the surface but why, if the Primordial One loved them and humanity, wouldn't they allow them to come back? Surely, since they knew it was in the world's creation, they were okay with knowing this truth...

Why would the Heavens want to conceal this war and the truth that Celestia is not of this world when it had once been common knowledge? Why was only Istaroth left? Why were they abandoned by their God? Perhaps, the Primordial One did not win the war.

The Primordial One was once described as having "wings and a crown" along with "hatching from an egg".

Believed to be Phanes. In Egyptian Mythology, Phanes was in fact described this way + also having serpent features, and their name means "Bringer of Light"

The people of Byakuyakoku worshiped the "imaginary" Ouroboros (the serpent eating its own tail) and then an actual serpent, Orobashi. Dainsleif's constellation is also Ouroboros, and Khaenri'ah's knights were the Black Serpents.

Serpents, Wind, and Egyptian ties link both Enka and Khaenri'ah. This reddit thread points out a very good connection to the Sumerian name for Khaenri'ah and to Wind.

Zurvan is a Persian God of Time, who was associated with the Axis Mundi (the center of the world). The Legend of the Shattered Halberd talks about Irmin, a divine halberd who pierced the Axis Mundi and connected the worlds. Irmin is also the name of Khaenri'ah's king.

Interesting to think about since we know that even though Khaenri'ah is not in Teyvat, they had easy access to assist Sumeru when monsters of the Abyss began to flood them thanks to their research facility in the desert (which was said to have connected realms).

So, what about The Abyss? How does it fit in? Just like the Heavenly Principles, The Abyss is described as an entity. And this entity is heavily reflects Christianity/Catholicism. And what is the Primordial one, of not the Progenitor God?

Just as God had four powerful archangels, the Primordial One had four Shining Shades. Raphel is said to represent air (Istaroth), Michael -> Fire, Gabriel -> Water, Uriel -> Earth.

Tack that onto the fact the "truth" and knowledge from the Abyss is toxic in Teyvat (i.e. eleazar, withering, driving others to madness) and that Celestia refused to let Byakuyakoku come back to the surface? The truth is: Celestia is the Second Who Came, and The Abyss was the Primordial One, and I think Khaenri'ah was very much aware of this fact, or at the very least, on the right path.

Their fight was not with Celestia, and they knew to search Enkanomiya for the Sun and Moon Book before Orobashi brought them back to the surface. Because their ancestors, like Enkanomiya/Byakuyakoku's were part of the same unified Primordial Civilization.

I believe Khaenri'ah went after this information to wage war with "the forces beyond the sky", and even though they tried to keep their fighting within their own walls, the monsters of the Abyss still broke free. The ruin golems were manned by people who were helping Sumeru battle the monsters, and most of them died. They allowed refugees into their land. The Pari speak highly of the Dahri and the "masked blonde swordsman" who helped fight the abyssal breach in the sky. Several have claimed Khaenri'ah's reputation was smeared.

So why, would all of Khaenri'ah be cursed? Perhaps because they knew the truth, because they stepped into a war between two entities that they had no part of, or because of their experiments with Khemia and Abyss power?

To be fair, Rhinedottir created several beings with Abyssal ties through Khemia, and while Durin and Elynas (<- speculation on her) seemed to be pure-hearted, they were destructive and unaware of that until later on. And we know successful creations like Durin and Albedo took time. Meaning she had gotten away with this for quite some time. Why not strike them down sooner, like when she first created the rift hounds? Why let it progress?

EDIT: i do also think it's plausible that these creations of Rhinedottir's were not dangerous until leaving Khaenri'ah, seeing as abyssal power is toxic to Teyvat + Durin and Elynas were both very childlike and not aware of their own destructive actions until after they died.

This is merely speculation on my behalf, but what if Khaenri'ah has always been fighting off monsters of the Abyss and these creations of Rhine's were her way of fighting fire with fire? Until war was waged and eventually reached Teyvat's surface. The more Rhine experimented, the more she learned -> the worse her creations got. With her role to play in the Hexenzirkel as well, which focuses heavily on exploring Irminsul, she could have found the truth of the world and shared it with others in Khaenri'ah.

The true Khaenri'ahn's were cursed with immortality— possibly with the sole purpose of them eventually eroding and prevent their memory from returning to the leylines. Perhaps being afflicted with immortality also triggers erosion quicker, as they're simply humans without any divine attachment. Speaking of leylines, they're all connected to Irminsul which grows upside down and underground (as stated by Tighnari). Its very possible that it grows from the Abyss.

The scribe from Sal Vindagnyr wished for "The frosty skies to burn till there's no living soul left in the world". The war with the Second did start the world anew. They have known the harshness of the gods. They wished the nation with no god would have the power to stand against them.

If the sky is fake, why not Celestia or everything we thought we knew about them? If the best running theory right now is that Teyvat is an inverted world, could that not also apply to how the world works?

After all, the Archons and Gods are named after Ars Goetia demons (which there are seven princes in lore, but their names come from knights and dukes as well– minus the tsaritsa but that's leak territory). And the history of the princes starts with this:

"In ancient times, the Seven Princes were once believed to be the Gods that once created humanity, and as a result were worshiped by them. When Judeo-Christian Regime began those "Gods" had been demonized, by genocide committing Judeo/Christians who were attempting to cut the world of from spiritual knowledge. In actuality, these demons were fallen angels that rebelled alongside Lucifer, the angel that defied God which caused the War in Heaven. After their fall from grace, each of the beings were twisted and transformed into hideous abominations. After the War of Heaven, the imprisoned fallen angels decided they needed a form of ruling government in their new plane of existence. Some vied for power, but undoubtedly, the ruler of Hell at the time was the leader of the fallen angels, the charismatic Morning Star, Lucifer. Courageous and strong, he made others bow before him through persuasion, bribery, or intimidation."

#genshin theory #genshin impact theory

[heartfeltletters-written]

Her afternoon had been filled with body tremors.

I honestly love the little details you have put about Violet's EDS. It's so interesting yet painful to read how it is not just the people she loves but also her own body which is betraying her.

There would be questions if the whole second-year floor was able to hear her scream every time she fell asleep.

I wish we could see more of Violet's emotions in canon. You have perfectly portrayed the what ifs I wanted with your words. Kudos to you!

Navarre would keep lying, and the rebellion would keep acting under the radar, never having enough riders to make a difference because they were too scared to cause a scene, to stir rebellion from the inside.

I was honestly concerned how Violet could not see the parallels. Just because the rebellion wanted to fight against the venin and end it for good did not mean their approach was correct.

“Power is a ladder, trust yourself only, watch your back. Riders fight, and soon you’ll be flying for the good of the continent.” had been the Princess’ words in Morraine.

There is NO WAY she does not know. I'm sure she knows about the rebellion too to some extend. But if she does not, does it mean there would be a civil unrest because of the people in the wards who do know?

It was baffling how no one in the rebellion saw they were doomed to fail due to their pride and fear.

I honestly don't know how the Assembly members reached their current positions. Turns out people throughout the continent have the same arrogance issues 🤣 🤣

Who shows such sense of ownership and belonging in public and yet every truth has to be ripped out of them by force? Xaden, apparently.

He does not know how to be in a relationship, apparently. I'd love to see him grovel in your book now.

That’s when both she and Alys started to learn how to master the art of manipulation.

This sentence somehow made me see the resemblance between Lilith and Xaden. Both of them would do anything to protect their loved ones (In Lilith's case her kids and in Xaden's it's Violet). They honestly don't know how a healthy relationship works. We readers often say that we can excuse murder but not cheating, but we cannot actually do that. Lilith here got the rebels killed, made the bargain with Xaden and did much more cruel things just to keep her children safe. Xaden would do the same thing if it comes to Violet.

He had blamed Violet for their behavior because a member of the Royal Family could never have thoughts of their own when it came to controversial matters.

I'd love to have a friendly conversation with Tauri. Just for a few minutes please 😀🔪

“You don’t need me to be an open book. We’re allowed to have boundaries. If you want to know something you only need to start asking.”

But then what's the point if she does not even know the basics about you 😭😭

Then Rhi’s face softened. “But also terribly tired, are you sure you want to go? We can just cuddle in your bed and cry to sleep.”

Rhi is that ride or die friend every Violet needs and I'm hear for it.

“Fight harder then.” A pause. “Two can play this game Xaden, If you want me to ask about things I’ll make you the same rule.”

I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS! IM SO HAPPY YOU DID THIS! HE NEEDS A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!

“Do be careful who you share your war stories with, Violet. I’d hate to see your mother lose either of her daughters.”

Him threatening Mira had me on my last nerve. Can I have 5 minutes with him too? Please 🔫😀

“Secrets make for poor leverage. They die with the people who keep them.”

Oh I am SO ready for him to die now

Ok so this post is extremely long.

Just ending this with the fact that you're doing an awesome job and this chapter was splendid. I'd love you to explore more dynamic about Alys and Violet and love to see more of Mira. I honestly miss her so much, even in canon. Keep up the excellent work!!

I'm gonna start crying in about 3 seconds, what a lovely comment !! thank you so much <3

Portraying Violet's EDS in a realistic way is very important to me, I don't want to get it wrong and diminish people who have these kinds of issues with their own bodies, so I try to be really mindful of her pain.

Listen the Assembly in Aretia is dumb and it baffles me how no one states the obvious in canon.

civil unrest will happen one way or another, but if people know and decide to act ... it'll get ugly and I can't give much much away without spoiling but yeah

Xaden will grovel don't worry !!

Xaden and Lilith are soooo alike !! i love writing them both bc none of them are good people exactly but they're not terrible either. they do bad actions but its all bc they think its 1) the right thing to do or 2) to protect the people they love

Tauri is a king and a king will always be a king and act superior to everyone else

Rhi and Violet are very very special to me they're it !!

No one threatens Mira on my watch, we'll see more of her soon, Alys did make a promise to Violet after all. I'm so amazed that people like Alys so much it makes me really happy !!!

thank you so so much for this comment and pls don't feel shy I welcome them every time <3

#we never knew peace #asks

[onewholikesthings]

A Part of Me

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for basically all the Captain America movies (occurs in between civil war and infinity war), descriptions of wounds, talks of ptsd

Summary: Bucky and the reader have a history of helping each other, so Bucky wants to show his appreciation.

IM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG but I really hope you like it!!!

Masterlist

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The open, grassy plains of Wakanda stretched before you. The contrasting green mountains on your sides made the landscape look like it came straight out of a painting; except for the monstrous black panther jutting from the dark rock.

Hearing of this places’ magnificence was nothing compared to experiencing it first hand. The sounds of the flourishing city nearby grounded you before your thoughts wandered too far.

Of course, it was a struggle to take it all in while your mind was somewhere else. With someone else.

You weren’t there for the confrontation. Three old men battling it out for personal reasons. Egos getting in the way of the true enemy. That’s all you gathered after helping Bucky onto the jet and tending to the cuts strewn across his face; the look of regret clear in his eyes.

Seeking help from the Wakandans sounded like the stupidest idea ever created, but it was your only option. Being fugitives didn’t come with many luxuries, and complete safety wasn’t one of them.

“I know you don’t like it, but it’s the best option for everyone involved."

"I just don't see how its' necessary, you wouldn't hurt any-"

"We don't know that."

"I do."

Bucky shook his head at your stubbornness and loyalty to him. A flinch cut his next thought off as Shuri began to slice the torn metal from his skin. Her hands were gentle with the foreign-looking device as she concentrated, making sure to sever the rest of his arm cleanly.

“He is right,” she spoke as she placed the remaining metal into a box, “until we come up with a plan to rewire his brain, Mr. Dark and Brooding has to go under.” Bucky smiled in disdain at his new nickname while you silently nodded in agreement.

"I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head... I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.”

That was just a few months ago. A few months without seeing Bucky. You asked Shuri to update you whenever there was anything to update, and she did. Of course that wasn’t for a while; luckily other things occupied the void left by Buckys’ absence. Being on the run meant creating false identities, covert missions, and a hell of a lot of paranoia. Leaving little room for emotions and contemplation.

“He’s a good man yknow. Good enough to make this choice for himself.” You said to Shuri as you surveyed the device Bucky would call home for a while. She looked up from her screen displays with a sigh, “I believe you. We just have to make him believe it too.” The screens faded with a swipe of her fingers, “Acknowledging the good is the best medicine.”

The chamber hissed as white smoke poured from it, bringing a chill to the humid air. Two men clad in white waited until the panel fully opened before detaching the seemingly lifeless form from the restraints and onto a sterile table nearby.

You hesitantly approached the table as the men stepped aside for Shuri to examine Bucky before he awoke. Last minute checks apparently.

Looking down at the man before you caused your stomach to drop. It had felt like a lifetime since you last saw him, talked with him, touched him-

Things had been left unchecked when he went under. There had been no time to admit feelings and act like lovestruck teenagers in your current climate. Those peaceful moments alone with him in Vienna were all you had left now. The quiet mornings in that dingy apartment were far away now, and probably never returning.

“James? James can you hear me?” Shuri pressed softly into the dip of his right arm in search of a vein as she called for him again. You stood at the end of the table and watched as Bucky’s eyes snapped open and his eyebrows knit together in fear.

Scrambling over to his left side, you placed a hand on his cheek as his chest began to heave with quick breaths. Shuri said his name a few more times and reminded him of where he was while you continued to cup his face. His eyes darted to yours while you placed your other hand on his chest, feeling his bouncing heart beat.

The tension in his body began to ease as you muttered how safe he was here, how he was not going to be hurt, how you were there for him. “I’m sorry I...didn’t know where...” he began before you cut him off with your nods of understanding. “Just breathe with me alright? Welcome back Buck.” You said with a slight smile before guiding him through a breathing exercise.

They ordered him to take it easy and directed you to where he would be staying for the first few nights. At first you declined the offer to stay with him, but a silent look from Bucky changed your mind.

An IV remained in his arm, an extra precaution which probably wasn’t needed. Hydra never treated him this well after thawing him out, he told you this one night in the sterile room. You both bit back tears.

The attachment in his arm meant he was forced to sleep in the provided bed, leaving a writhing Bucky every night; unable to find comfort. That’s when he first asked you to talk to him, about anything really, so you did. You told him about the good times to avoid the bad, and he always showed interest.

When they released him to start rehabilitating his mind you took that as your sign to go back to your old life. Your last day was spent with Bucky settling into his new abode.

“Your dog tags are right here,” you said as your wrist rotated to flash the chain, “told you I kept them safe.” He got up from his position on the floor to gingerly grab them from you.

He twisted the necklace in his hands while you continued to rummage through the box of things you’d brought for him. Things you had kept and wanted to show him while he was back on ice. A Polaroid here, a charm there, little things to commemorate each event.

You could tell he was saddened by missing out on new memories, new triumphs you had gotten through without him. It only made that negative voice in his head grow louder. He silently dropped a keychain you picked up in Florida into your palm.

“Don’t forget about me while you’re out kicking more ass ya hear?” He said with a somber smile, “And stay out of trouble, you don’t need more bad people like me to hold you back.”

Your eyebrows nuzzled together at his last statement, “What do you mean bad people like you?” You asked while making room for yourself next to him on his bed.

“You know exactly what I mean. Dangerous killers.”

“Im surrounded by those everyday.”

“Im saying don’t befriend them like you did me.”

“Bad people don’t worry about being good, Buck,” you moved a loose strand of hair from his face as he looked up at you, “did you ever think about that?” He lowered his head again and shook it lightly. 

“You didn’t have a choice, no blame should fall on you. From anyone.” He chuckled, “Steve said the same thing.”

You tilted his face towards yours with a small tug on his chin, “Well he’s right, we know you’re a good person.” A small kiss to the forehead was placed on you before he quickly stood.

“It may take time to believe in that statement, but I’ve gotta start making amends somewhere right? So I, well I might have made you something.” He said shyly with his back turned to you and his head rummaging through his pack.

He carefully pulled out a small drawstring bag and handed it to you eagerly, “Since when are you all crafty? And sentimental?” You laughed and he joined in, a good sound.

“I don’t know, it just seemed right.” A small chain necklace plopped into your palm and you drew a gasp in. The silver metal felt light in your hands as you flipped over the dangling charm. It was a small imperfect circle of polished metal with a star etched into the front. 

“Its okay if you don't like it honestly, its pretty shit I kn-”

“I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yes really! When did you have time to make this?”

“When you weren't hounding me to make sure I wouldn't crack at the slightest movement I convinced Shuri to give me the leftover metal from my arm.” He gestured to the missing attachment, “I was able to melt it down and...yeah.” His eyes focused on the wall in front of him to dismiss the sentimentality of his gesture as you continued to stare at the object in awe. 

Conflicted feelings arose as you turned the charm to see another etched item, a B, assumedly for Bucky. This hunk of metal was apart of something that ruined his life. Why the hell would he want you to have some of it? You turned to see Bucky’s continued stare at the wall, unsure how to frame your thoughts. 

“Bucky I...this was really sweet but, why?” You asked, bringing his full attention back to you. He furrowed his brows slightly, considering his words. 

“I know it may come off a bit weird but, you're the good in my life and that arm was part of the bad. You looked past the bad and became the best thing in my life.” He said as his face contorted a bit in unease. 

“It’s a reminder of the good you gave me as you took away the bad. Finding me when I was lost and helping me find my head again. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You stay there for a few seconds as you processed his words. Soaking in their meaning.

Bucky continues to stare at you, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. Tears started to swell in your eyes as you turned to him, “I guess we make each other whole.” You chuckled a bit and shook your head.

Bucky touched your chin with his fingertips and gently pulled you towards him. You both hovered just centimeters from each other before capturing each other in a gentle kiss. Your heads danced as the kisses grew in passion, leaving you breathless as he pulled away.

“Well, help me put it on then?” You share a smile as he grabs the small clasps in his calloused hands to drape around your neck. You feel the chain settle on your neck as he plants a few kisses down your shoulders.

“Beautiful.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

[cblgblog]

Sorry I’m advance but one of my other favorite accounts just reblogged a Tony scene and people are talking about Civil War and how it made them Stan Tony, and how when they watch that movie they hate team cap👀 Then someone was all about how he was sleep deprived and how much pressure he was under and couldn’t understand how people didn’t like Tony because. Someone literally said that when someone says they don’t like Tony in Civil War they say “did you watch the same movie as me.” I’m baffled. Oddly enough someone else said, “he just wants to help everyone.” Sorry for the rant but I think people forget about what the accords are and what it would mean for people. Side note, I hope you’re having a great day/night 😀

No sorry needed!

I feel you man, I do. Honestly, I’ve unfollowed people based on similar posts when I was in especially Done moods, so.

Look on the one hand, the movie would’ve been a narrative failure if everyone was in favor of one side or the other, right? The whole point of the damn thing—besides giving the Mouse overlords more money—was to spark discussion, debate. Which, yeah, we’ll call that the tame description for what actually happened. But just, the thing was meant to split the fanbase so in that regard…winning? Thanks, I guess?

Film is also very obviously subjective, different strokes for different folks, so yeah, ten people can watch a movie and none of them are gonna see the exact same film. Let’s try to remember that this is, in theory anyway, a good thing. I just read a professional film review yesterday where I had the same reaction. What film were you watching, dude? Incidentally his reviewing partner said the same thing.

So honestly, no, they weren’t watching the same film as you or I or anyone else, because everyone brings their own biases and experiences and knowledge and interests into a thing, and that’s always going to flavor how it’s viewed. Again, let’s try to remember that this is good. In theory. Heavy on the theory.

That out of the way? Let’s get into Tony specifically so his uber stans can find this and scream at me on anon as though I just shot RDJ with a nuke.

Oh yeah, he was stressed. Oh, he was sleep deprived. Yeah, I’ve heard that. And that it’s Pepper’s fault, if she hadn’t left the poor baby, if she was there to rein him in, he’d be fine dammit, leave the baby alone!

Here’s the thing. You know who gets a pass on their shit behavior when they’re upset or tired? Actual babies. Actual babies and toddlers, and children, up to a point. Because they actually cannot always help themselves. Their bodies and brains are different, they have not learned better.

When you’re a 50-year-old man who’s supposedly the world’s bestest superhero, who wants, wants to be in charge of protecting the whole world? You need a little more self-control than that. The sleep deprived excuse works if you snap at someone before you’ve had your coffee, not for this. Roseanne Barr didn’t get to blame Ambien for her racism, Tony doesn’t get to handwave CW away because oops, I was tired.

Really? You’re a superhero, dude. Most of your teammates are tired too, that’s part of the gig. If you crash and burn this badly without your afternoon nap, fucking hang up the armor and go back to your billionaire playboy lifestyle.

Speaking of that, sure, right. It’s Pepper’s fault because she left him. Put aside the argument on whether that was justified or not (cough, it was and she should’ve stayed away even though they are adorable together). It’s not Pepper’s job to keep Tony sane. It’s not any partner’s job to do that for anyone. If she wants out, she has a right to that, without Tony going off the rails and blaming it on her. Seriously, he says part of the reason he backed the Accords was to “split the difference” with Pepper.

Dude. You were an asshole and you lost your girl. You destroyed all your suits, turned an emotional and mental corner in IM 3…and then relapsed 4 minutes later I guess because Whedon. Either way, Tony admits himself that he does not want to stop. So instead of doing that, or finding another partner who can accept that, you back an unjust international law that pits you against your team, your supposed friends? Go to therapy, have a pint of ice cream, cry into your pillow, send her more of those strawberries you sent her in IM 2 that she’s allergic to. You don’t go trying to change international law in ways that could ultimately affect millions of people because your girl left you.

Honestly—and thank God they didn’t do this but—the only way the Pepper excuse works in excusing his behavior in any way is if she’d died. Or been severely injured like Happy in IM 3. Still wouldn’t be okay, but, like Quill messing up their chance to stop Thanos because Gamora died, it would’ve been more understandable. Understandable, not excusable, and the way the MCU treats their women as manpain fodder, we’re probably legit lucky we didn’t get this.

As for him wanting to help everyone. He does in fact want that, I think. The problem is that his need to feel like he’s doing that is stronger than his rational mind, or his want to actually help in a constructive way.

Tony is too smart. He’s dumb as hell in many instances, mostly involving people and relationships, but he’s also too smart, and he’s been told for too long that he’s smart, and he’s bought into it. Ultron. Suit of armor around the world, protects the world, no more alien threats. It’s a simple concept on paper that fails in execution. So there are people with dangerous powers. Okay, we’ll make a set of laws to keep them from being dangerous, problem solved. But again, it isn’t.

Tony is not used to problems he cannot solve. He’s a genius, right? He can fix anything. He should be able to fix anything. That’s how he feels. But not everything is zeros and ones and circuits, things that can be fixed mechanically like his armors can. The people he wants to protect are not built that way. But he needs to feel like he’s doing something, because he’s terrified of what happens to the world if he doesn’t. So he creates these simple solutions to complex problems. The suit of armor, the Accords. They sound good in theory, but the problems they’re trying to solve are bigger than they are. And Tony, way back in IM 1, he sat back for years, clueless that his weapons were being used for bad things. He says it to Cap in CW. When he found out what his weapons were being used for, he went in and stopped it. Whether or not he should’ve known that already is a separate issue here. The point here is that when he found out, too late or not, he went in and did something about it.

Tony needs to do something about it. Again, go back to Cap in AoU, Tony’s nightmare sequence. Steve asks Tony why he didn’t save them. Tony’s ultimate nightmare is that he sits back and does nothing, and his inaction causes everyone to die. Which is where you get Ultron. Something he came up with because of what he saw in space in Avengers 1, then doubled down on in AoU. It’s where you get the Accords. Oops, he caused someone to die, he killed Charles Spencer. Must do something about that right now so it doesn’t happen again, and he won’t have to feel this guilt. He should be collaborating with others to come up with solutions (no Bruce in AoU doesn’t count because Bruce was dumb there), or at the very least, taking more time to think through the repercussions of the things he puts out there. But he doesn’t, because he’s got his savior complex that tells him that he alone can and must fix this, and because he’s too dumb to realize how not-smart he is in certain areas.

“We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I’m game.”

Isn’t that what he says in CW, or something very close to it? Whatever form that takes. That’s the issue, right there, whatever form that takes. Realistically, yes, there should be laws regarding people with powers, the same way there are special laws pertaining to people who carry guns, or people who are licensed to fly planes. You have a thing/can do a thing that not everyone else does, so there are regulations pertaining to that thing. Laws change with the times, they always have. Some new technology comes up, eventually there will be laws that regulate it. As there should be, honestly. The issue with the Accords, Steve’s issue with the Accords, was not the basic idea. He says as much. He says that it could work, but there would have to be safeguards. Safeguards that are not in the Accords that Tony wants him to sign.

It's not a matter of oh, fuck the law, there should be no law governing these people, they’re above it. The problem is that the law as it’s presented here is unjust. There’s what, a month between Lagos and Ross coming by to tell them about the Accords? A month is not enough time to properly analyze such a big issue, Especially when you’re reacting out of fear, which is what happened with Lagos. People died because of an Enhanced person, an Avenger, in this case. Lawmakers don’t want that to happen again, they especially don’t want the political shit storm that comes with it. Damn, we look like we were asleep at the switch here, not having anything to throw at this problem earlier. Quick, let’s throw together this thing so no one can say we’re not addressing the problem.

Patriot Act of 2001, anyone? 9/11 happened, the public were rightfully terrified, the US said oh man, these are unprecedented circumstances, we’ve never had this before. Don’t worry though, we’re on this, we’re protecting you. The reality being that that bill simply gave the government too much power, most of it being used against people who were not actually threats, and it’s debatable, to say the very least, whether or not that law helped more than it hurt.

No law is perfect. No law ever will be. It’s not possible. We still have to strive for perfection though, have to aim there so that the laws we get are as close to fair as possible. Tony’s a big deal. If not for his “whatever form that takes” attitude, he might’ve been able to use his influence to pressure lawmakers into coming up with a fairer bill. Hey, I’m me, the public loves me, I will endorse this bill publicly and work on getting the rest of the team to sign, but you need to change this and this and this first, or no deal. Instead, he took the easy way out, the quickest, easiest way for him to feel like he’s atoned for his sins without actually doing anything. Whatever form that takes.

Tony’s not wrong because he backs the creation of a law that addresses these things. He’s wrong because he says himself that he does not care what that law does, specifically, so long as it exists. He’s wrong because he violates said law upteen times during the movie, while preaching to team Cap about what assholes they are for not backing it. He’s wrong because he cares more about feeling as though he’s tackled a problem than he does about taking the time to make sure that the thing he’s proposing is actually a good idea. He’s wrong because of what he does with Bucky, though that’s honestly a separate issue, for the purposes of this discussion.

Anyway, that was longer than I ever wanted it to be. Damn. Next time you see a comment about CW being the reason people stan Tony, just remember there are other people out there who stopped stanning Tony because of that movie. Everyone’s entitled to see a piece of media however they see it, and although the Tony stans are often the loudest, there are plenty of like-minded people out there who share your take on events. Block who you need to, unfollow who you need to, blacklist what you need to, and don’t let them get you down.

Hang in there, and have an awesome day :)

#pro steve rogers #pro team cap #anti tony stark #anti tony stans #anti iron man #anti team iron man

[ghosthan]

hello!! i saw that you made a lot of stuff for 1872 and i was wondering if 1872 tony is similar to regular comics tony?? i know mcu and comics tony are different and i want to get into 616, but if 1872 comics are more easy to read i might try those first! 😅

Hello, hello! 

Thank you for asking, and sorry it took me so long to get back to you! I wanted to think about it and put together a thoughtful response because I am desperately trying to convert MCU fans to 1872. Or comics fans who just haven’t gotten into 1872.

This post will contain some 1872 spoilers, but not the Big Spoiler that you probably already know about anyways. 

Anyways, let’s get into it. Yeehaw.

What is 1872? It’s Steve/Tony in the wild west.

1872 comics are very easy to read, very short, and you need absolutely no prior knowledge to get into them; I highly recommend these as a start point for MCU fans who are curious about dipping their toes into some of the other Steve/Tony universes. And 1872 is, indeed, a Steve/Tony universe. It’s really gay, (and dramatic.) Uh. So gay, in fact, that one of the comic artists who drew pages even occasionally shares Steve/Tony shipping memes. So.

Marvel 1872 is a four issue series released as a part of the Secret Wars event; you really do not need to know anything about this to enjoy 1872, because it is a self-contained alternate universe in a “pocket dimension”, meaning it’s totally separate from the 616 cannon but technically exists in the expanse of the multiverse!

Here’s the summary:

In the Battleworld zone of 1872, Sheriff Steve Rogers faces corruption and fear in the boom town of Timely. Can Anthony Stark pull Rogers' fat from the fire? Probably not, since the only thing he seems capable of pulling is a cork from a bottle. Things in Timely are bad, and getting worse — and when a stranger arrives in town, Timely will be changed forever.

Now, to compare “regular comics Tony”, or 616 Tony, with 1872 Tony.

The main difference? 616 Tony wears this sexy little under suit (or nothing) under his armor, like this:

And 1872 Tony wears dirty, stinky one-piece pajamas under his armor (not sexy):

He’s so gross, he’s a mess. I love him. You’ll love him, too. 

No, okay. Being serious.

 616!Tony’s backstory is a lot more complicated just due to how long the character has existed, and the decades of cannon (much of it self-contradictory at points.) Like MCU Tony, 616 Tony used to manufacture weapons, experiences something life-changing, and becomes who he is as a result of this as a catalyst. 616 Tony’s backstory has been rebooted a few times, and I’m definitely not the definitive source on Iron Man lore compared to people who have read all of his comics, but I’ll try to touch on the basics.

Originally, 616 Tony Stark is shaped by his experience in the Vietnam War. This is later rebooted and changed to war in the middle East (we see this in the MCU when Tony is held captive in Afghanistan.) In both circumstances, he is taken captive after being in the air for war technology, and then he creates the suit to save his own life (losing a beloved mentor in the process, the guilt of which stays with him after.)

Tales of Suspense #39

In 1872, Tony’s formative event is the Civil War in some ways, but in other ways, this is only half of it, because this is not the event which causes him to build armor or set him onto his “become a better person” trajectory, like in the other comics. Mainly, the Civil War functions to cause Tony to stop weapons manufacturing and throw his life away down a bottle.

We get a flashback of Tony in the year 1862 with his female companion, picnicking and about to watch a battle, (rich people from the North did this in real life. If you’re interested, read more here!) We don’t get much of his past, but we discover that he is a rifle manufacturer and that he has created something called the ‘Stark Repeating Rifle’, and it seems that he has done so with the hope of encouraging a cease-fire, more than a slaughter.

Well. We don’t always get what we ask for.

Tony vows to actually never touch a weapon ever again, and this personal oath means so much to him that he gets creative at times during 1872 when he’s being chased by baddies:

Witnessing the extreme bloodshed of the Civil War, and feeling responsible for a huge amount of deaths, Tony turns to drinking, (and presumably moves to the west to escape the Pain of his Past, but this is not shown explicitly on panel; I have assumed, though, that Tony’s weapons manufacturing company was in the East, probably Boston or New York, since he comes from family money and because the American West was still “young” at this point in time so it would be unlikely that an established business would be supplying a war from lawless territory with little infrastructure.)

In 616, it’s worth noting that Tony builds the armor to save himself from danger in a war scenario; this is not the case in 1872, things unfold a bit differently. The Civil War certainly sets in motion the chain of events that eventually lead to the creation of Tony’s armor, but he’s not in physical danger or physically traumatized by the war in this verse as he is in other verses, and 616 Tony seems to have a stronger sense of duty than 1872 Tony, but this might be a complication of the depression/apathy related to the alcoholism.

What I mean by this is that both iterations of Tony struggle with alcoholism, but differently. Mainly, while 616 Tony has several alcohol themed arcs, and hits rock bottom with his alcoholism to cope with his trauma, he is sober more than he is drunk in the comics. His drinking almost kills him, and he almost loses everything because of the drink. It’s a source of enormous shame for him.

In fact, during this time in 616, I think Tony at his lowest reminds me a lot of 1872 Tony; 616 Tony is not an apathetic person and he holds himself accountable for an obscene amount of responsibility, but during what is referred to in fandom as The Second Drinking Arc, Tony basically gives up. This is the most “like” 1872 Tony, at least at the start of his arc. Rhodey takes over the mantle of Iron Man, and 616 Tony spirals, not caring whether he lives or dies, not hero-ing certainly.

We see both versions of Tony express similar sentiments, a certain cavalier attitude about their lives (and outright suicidality at other points) with nothing left but the drink.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #182

Compare with:

And you can certainly see a resemblance between this set of panels from IM v.1 #176 and in 1872:

Iron Man Vol. 1 #176 and Marvel 1872 #1

It’s a little different in 1872, where his drinking really is purely a result of his existing despair, and it doesn’t cause enormous problems for him, (minor problems, sure. He spends a lot of time drunkenly singing to Sheriff Rogers, or bothering him from the inside of a jail cell.) But this Tony lives at rock bottom, whereas 616 Tony only stays at rock bottom long enough to get his life back together (as many times as it takes.)

This Tony really doesn’t show any outward shame about his drinking; presumably, the people he knows in Timely have only ever known Tony as a drunk, and none of the people from his old life are here to see him like this. 

This is a Tony who has essentially given up on himself and has moved out West to hide from his shame and his past; this is not a Tony who is scared of letting down his friends by drinking, or scared of shirking his “duty”, because this Tony has moved away from all of his friends and has given himself no duties. He’s a bit more apathetic, but I would argue that this is not because he inherently is a less moral version of Tony, but because in this verse, he was drinking for a very long time and circumstances unfolded differently so it took him a longer time to find that sense of purpose and responsibility (beyond just shutting down manufacturing guns,) which is awakened in him by Steve Rogers. 

616 Tony’s sobriety is a major part of his character, and a conscious choice that he makes, even during some lowest points:

Civil War: The Confession

He takes some amount of pride in his sobriety, and when he does fall off the wagon at times (or magic makes everyone think he did,) it absolutely tears him up because 616 Tony cares very, very much about his sobriety and does not like who he is when he’s drinking. We do not know if 1872 Tony’s father had been a drunk or not, but we know 616 Tony’s father was, and that the drink lead to him treating Tony abusively.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #285 

Avengers Disassembled #1 (This was when ~magic~ made Tony drunk and it wrecked him breaking sobriety without ever having actually drank. Oof.)

616 Tony’s long struggle with alcoholism is a major part of his character and he has had relapses over the years and throughout the reboots, but in general, he does not drink.

1872 Tony starts drinking in 1862 and doesn’t stop until the last pages of the story, so in terms of the cannon we have for him, he is a current drunk, rather than a former drunk. This isn’t to say he doesn’t stop; but since it’s in the last page or so, it sets the reader up to imagine his sober future, rather than exploring his sobriety as 616 does. (Calling all fanfic writers!)

Anyways, both Tony’s are excellent. Both are damaged and traumatized, both are Iron Man in their own ways, both (eventually) find sobriety, both have some cute, quippy dialogue (though 616 Tony tends to be more reserved/polite for sure, in general). 

The last thing I’ll point out, is that both Tonys’ narratives are intertwined with and influenced by their respective Steve Rogers. I’m not saying soulmates but I’m saying soulmates.

Anyways. Sorry this post got super long, and I apologize if any of it is confusing or redundant, I am not functioning at my highest capacity currently. Please read 1872. Let it rock your world. Create & consume the fanworks, I would love to see a boom of 1872 content (more than the fics and art I keep making!) And my ask-box is always open!

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[mxchellesworld]

can I request a blurb/hc where the reader surprises sebastian on set and teases him while he’s filming so when he’s done, he drags her to his trailer and punishes her for teasing? also, I’m really glad you’re back! I’ve missed your writing!! 💜

a/n; thank you so much, im glad to be back!!! i’m taking this back to the civil war days with thick seb

While on the set of Civil War, the cast teasing one another was just part of the normal filming procedure. Usually it was the boys making faces at one another trying to get each other to break character during a serious scene. 

You went to visit Sebastian a few times on set and were able to to witness the shenanigans. But something about this visit was different. Maybe it was the way his red shirt was barley able to keep in his muscles. Or maybe you just woke up particularly horny that day. Either way, he was gonna be on the receiving end of the torture today. 

Since you were going to be there for a few hours you wanted to be comfy. You had on a pair of leggings which coincidentally made your ass look amazing. And on top you had on a zip up hoodie. Little did anyone know, underneath you had on a red lace set which happened to be his favorite. 

You at in the chair with his name on it, watching as him and Chris went through lines until it was to get filming. You kept on making eye contact with him. At first sending an innocent smile as if you weren’t there to rile him up.

Then you started to shift your gaze, looking him up and down, giving him the bedroom eyes. You kicked it up a notch slowly unzipping part of the hoodie. It fell a little off your shoulders and you could tell he saw the red lace peaking out. You knew it got to him as his jaw clenched. Of course no one else noticed because it looked like he was just getting into winter solider mode. 

After 30 minutes of subtle teasing you got bored and knew it was time to kick it up a notch. So you made sure to get him to look at you, holding eye contact a smirk appeared on your face as you brought your right hand to your cheek and stuck your tongue on the opposite side. Yeah that did the trick. 

He called for a break and strutted over to where you sat. 

“You’re gonna pay for that darling,” he said tugging you over to his trailer.

“Who doesn’t like a bit of teasing,” you responded as you struggled to keep up with his stride. 

He looked back at you with a ‘you really wanna go there’ expression. Your smirk never faltered, especially after hearing Anthony make a comment from the set, “You’re gonna need a new lube bottle in Sebastian’s trailer.”

Once the trailer door closed he was on you in an instant. Your lips crashed together, immediately getting a moan out of you. He hurried to unzip the rest of the hoodie and pushed your leggings down to your thighs. 

His lips left yours causing you to whine, as he pulled your head back by your hair. “Bend over the fucking couch.”

He let go and you moved as quickly as you could to the arm of the couch. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation for what was to come. 

You felt his warm hand land a smack on your behind. You jolted forward a bit from the impact, letting out a strangled moan. 

“Good girls get rewards and what do bad girls get?” he asked running his fingers along your soaking folds. 

“They get punished,” you whimpered out. 

“That’s right. Now count.” His large hand came down with force

“One” 

“Good girl.”

After each smack his other hand would dip into your heat before leaving and going back to its spot on your hip. By the end you were a dripping mess. You were on the brink of release, just a few curls of his finger and you could burst. 

“Please Sebastian,” you mewled out, “Let me cum, I swear I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be good?” he said as his fingers continued hitting the spongy spot inside of you. His palm rubbing against your clit was driving you crazy. 

You let out moans and curses trying to answer his question. 

“Mhm I promise. Please!”

Then he stopped. He retracted his fingers from inside of you and pulled your leggings back up. 

“You should’ve thought about being good earlier.” 

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan blurb #chellewrites

[scxrlettwxtches]

wounded hearts | bang chan

Genre: angst/fluff, royal au

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word Count: ~2.3k

Description: When Chan saw caught you sneaking back into battle after he had specifically told you not to, he was less than pleased. Why couldn’t you just understand that he wanted nothing more than for you to be safe? 

A/N: bcs im a sucker for prince/knight dynamics :) :) as always, my ask box and my messages are open to anyone who wants to talk!! i’m always here, even when i’m not updating. love y’all! <3

The door swung open with a furious bang, alerting the maids in the room of the man’s presence. 

“Your Highness!” They stammered hasty greetings and bows, overwhelmed by the prince who had just walked in, still clad in full armor. His dark curls were soaked in sweat, and the expression on his face was murderous. 

“Everyone, get out,” his voice was low, deep, borderline threatening. 

The healer shifted uncomfortably, “Sire, the lady isn't completely-”

“It's fine, Yeri,” a feminine, yet strong, voice sounded from the back of the room, causing the prince to look up quickly. You were sprawled on a long sofa, seemingly relaxed, but Chan could tell that you were as wired as you would’ve been in battle. Your chestplate and shirt were both removed, leaving you in nothing but a tightly wound bandage around your upper body and some loose trousers. 

“But-”

“It's fine,” you repeated firmly before looking up at the prince with a piercing gaze. It was quiet and controlled, but there was no doubt of your fury, “He has a lot of explaining to do.” The healer hesitated for a second more before bowing her head and ushering the rest of the servants out, leaving the two of you alone. 

The silence between the two felt louder than the screams of pain that could be heard in the fighting below. Chan’s gaze was hard and steely, but yours was just as cold. 

“What the hell, Chan.”

“Y/N, I know you’re upset--”

“Upset?” you hissed disbelievingly as your temper flared, “Upset can’t even begin to cover it. You locked me in my room,” 

“It’s only until you’re heal-” 

“I'm fine!” you snarled, but you didn’t fling herself at him like she normally did. You didn’t get up in his face, yelling at him and making your point crystal clear until he understood your perspective. You stayed on the couch, a defeat that showed just how much you wound was bothering you, especially so after you had snuck out and aggravated it even further. 

“I'm okay. I should be out there,” you spat bitterly, pointing towards the window, where a war between powers was raging outside, “I should be there with you, watching your back and supporting your claim like any vice commander should.”

Chan’s battle hardened stare wavered, his resolve weakening every moment he lay eyes on your broken state. And, since you know him better than he knows himself, your eyes narrowed as you picked up on his hesitation.  

“What's wrong?”

The prince sighed, “What if Jaebum’s right? What if this was a pointless battle?”

You gaped at him, and your blank stare hurt more than any of your heated words could. Chan knew you believed in him more than anyone else in the world. He knew you had followed him into war when he raised the banner of revolution not because you cared about his claim to the throne, but because you cared about him. 

“Why would you say that?” You asked, your voice even softer than a whisper. 

“I don't know, maybe I think I should've never started this war in the first place.” Chan didn’t--couldn’t--meet your gaze as he continue, “All it has done is set the kingdom into civil war, and people are suffering because of this.”

“You must be joking. You’ve never bat an eye when we’ve lost battles before. Why is this time any different?” 

Chan squeezed his eyes shut at his best friend's accusing tone, but the hesitation was growing, festering beneath his skin as his brain replied that particular moment over and over, “I’m serious.”

“Have you forgotten what we promised to each other? Why we started a war with your goddamn family?”

“But maybe he's right. Jaebum-hyung was always-”

“Jaebum changed!” You snarled in frustration, about to sit up in anger, but a look of pain flashed across your face as the wound on your abdomen pulsed. Chan instinctively reached towards you at the sign of your agonized expression, and not even your glare could stop him this time.

He placed a hand near your wound and the other on the back of your neck in order to gently lower you back into a comfortable position. It was so difficult to look you in the eye, especially since he knew exactly what sort of face you would be making.

“I can't believe after everything, you take his side.”

Chan grit his teeth, still looking at the bandages around your stomach, “This isn't about sides.”

“We're in a war, Chan! Everything is about sides!” You pushed yourself up again, this time successfully. Chan looked up in surprise, words of concern on the tip of his tongue as you spoke, “I can't believe you. You lock me in my room like a misbehaving child, then I find out that you're abandoning what we've been fighting for-”

“You could've died!” Chan shouted, his voice echoing in the chamber. Your eyes widened in shock as your best friend cupped your face in his hands, the scene replaying in his head as he looked into your eyes. Your cry of pain as a spear punctured your side, his brother’s emotionless expression as you fell to the ground.

He buried his head in your bare shoulder, “You could've died,” Chan repeated softly, his voice breaking, “I almost lost you. If you hadn't moved, Jaebum would've-he would’ve killed you.”

“But he didn’t,” you shifted your arms to put one hand on his arm and the other through his damp hair, “You think you could get rid of me that easily?”

Chan’s heart did a painful lurch as he gripped your shoulders, “Don’t make jokes like that, please. I-i would never want to get rid of you. I can’t do this--I can’t lose you.” he pleaded, looking into your eyes to convey the brunt of how much he desperately needed you to be safe. Needed you by his side. 

“Channie, you won’t lose me,” you spoke softly, patting his cheek lightly, but the prince wasn’t reassured.

“You can’t make promises like that and then sneak back into battle with a hole in your stomach,” Chan argued, still remembering the way his heart had dropped to the floor when he saw you cutting down soldiers as if you weren’t ordered to be out of commission for at least two weeks. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” you appeased his concern gently, “I was just worried about you. You’re always my utmost priority.”

“And you are mine,” Chan replied immediately, “so please look after yourself, if not for you then for my sanity.”

You didn’t reply for a long moment, but you eventually averted your eyes and nodded. Chan was far from convinced, but he knew this was the most he’d get from you. As his hands continued to rub gentle circles on your bare shoulders, you let your head fall back into the couch pillows, exhaling with effort.

Chan felt the panic rising again, “Are you alright? Is anything hurting?” he asked urgently. 

“Well, of course everything hurts,” you chuckled, although the light sheen of sweat on your face did nothing to calm the prince down, “But it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

He gave you a quick look over, assessing the state of your wounds, “It can’t be comfortable on the couch.”

You did your best to shrug, “It’s not uncomfortable, but I prefer my bed.” 

Without another question, Chan slipped his hands around your waist and your legs, carrying you bridal style towards a luxurious bed on the other side of the room, ignoring the indignant sputters and death threats (“Put me down before-so help me God- I’ll shove my rapier up your ass!”). He placed you down with extreme gentleness, even going as far as to tuck you in, comfortably swathing you in thick blankets.

You sent him a suspicious look and puffed your cheeks out, “You’re being sort of weird.”

Chan froze at the side of his bed where he was in the process of pouring you some water, “What do you mean?”

“You‘re super nice today, even though I disobeyed your orders.”

“I just don’t feel like yelling at you today,” Chan replied tiredly, setting down the cup of water beside the bed, “I’ll take my leave and let you rest—”

“Ah, wait!” you scrambled clumsily, trapped by the covers, reaching out to grab his hand. Your fingers managed to snag his sleeve, but you had momentarily forgotten that you were supposed to exercise minimal movement, and a groan of pain left your lips.

Chan made a noise of annoyance, “Do you want to open your wounds again?” he snapped, immediately fussing around you to make sure you were comfortable. 

You raised both your arms towards him, “Stay with me, please?” you asked hopefully, looking up at him with eager eyes. Chan gulped. You were not playing fair. Puppy eyes were off limits. You’ve discussed this before. 

A short staring contest ensued before the prince gave a hopeless sigh, and walked away from the bed. You let out an offended noise of disbelief before realizing that he was unbuckling the straps of his armor. With a grunt, he pulled the heavy metal over his head and onto a nearby table, leaving him in a flowy, white shirt and black pants.

“What? I’m not lying down wearing that bulky crap,” Chan muttered grumpily, stomping back to the bedside with a slight blush across his face, and nudged you with a gentle force, “Scoot over a bit.” you smiled triumphantly, letting him maneuver you closer to the center of the bed.

Chan slipped under the covers beside you, pulling you towards him. You hummed contentedly as you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm snaking around you protectively. The two of you basked in the short peace you always found with each other, forgetting everything the screaming and the pain just for a little while.

“That night, I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.”

Chan felt you tense immediately, “Channie...” you began hesitatingly, “you know we can’t.”

He recoiled slightly, the pain of your rejection like a dagger being slowly pushed into his heart, “Do you not feel the same?”

You bit your lip, eyes wavering, “You know it’s not that.”

“Then why?” he pressed, his hold on you tightening slightly, “What’s stopping us?”

“You’re a prince!” You exclaimed disbelievingly, “I’m your servant, Chan. I can be your confidante, your best friend, but never your lover.”

“We don’t have to live by the rules society has placed upon us,” Chan pleaded with you, but understanding your hesitation. You had served him ever since the two of you were mere children. It had been ingrained in your very being that you lived to serve him and only to serve him.

“I don’t care. I don’t care what people say. I don’t care what they think. To hell with all of it,” Chan whispered into your hair, “Nothing in the world can convince me that you’re not worthy of me, especially since I already know you’re more than anything I could ever ask for.” 

He gazed down at your smaller figure, brushing some stray hairs away from your face, “If we win—when we win—I want you to be there by my side. Not behind me as my servant, but beside me as my queen.” 

“Chan, you can’t be-”

“I am, Y/N,” he laughed, hand still gently caressing your cheek, “I am completely serious.”

You flushed in embarrassment, and swatted the prince’s chest, “You’re not!” you whined, “Stop laughing! This isn’t funny!” 

Chan chuckled at your despair, pinching your red cheeks before sobering, “Alright, alright. I am serious though,” he looked at you lovingly, the arm still around your shoulders pulling you closer, “When this is all over, marry me.”

You gaped at him in shock, “You’re just going to propose to me? Like this?”

“I’ve known you all my life, do you really need anything fancier?”

“Well—no, of course I don’t care about that stuff,” you agreed, and Chan couldn’t help but giggle. You had never caught on to the flamboyant proposals of the higher class, and he had been on the receiving end of your angry rants for years. By this point, he knew exactly what you liked, what you wanted from the person you loved.

You looked up at Chan, still struggling to comprehend what he had just said, “You mean this right?”

“I mean it now, and I’ll mean it for the rest of my life.”

“Can I at least have a ring?” you asked jokingly, but Chan was prepared.

He shifted in the bed to sit up, “It’s in my room,” he replied, hands ready to pull the covers away from him, “If you want it, I can grab it now. I’ve actually had the ring for years, but there was just never a right time and-“

“Oh, Channie,” you laughed, reaching up to pull him towards you, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips and sending Chan’s brain into overdrive. Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at him, “I was only kidding, I don’t need that to give you an answer.” 

“Sure,” Chan stared at her blankly, dazed from the unexpected kiss that lingered on his lips, causing you to grin. As you tugged as his shirt to pull him closer to you, Chan complied easily as your hands went to his face and his lips pressed against yours. Your fingers were calloused and bruised from endless fighting, but Chan never knew a more comforting feeling than when your fingers brushed his jawline delicately. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist, adjusting their position as to hold you as close as possible without aggravating your injuries. You ran your hands into his messy locks, smiling with a tenderness he’d rarely seen gracing your face as you said adoringly. 

“Of course I’ll marry you, Channie.” 

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids #bang chan imagines #my fics

[ofpxtions]

[ PHILLIPA SOO, SEVENTY-ONE, SHE/HER/HERS ] - Have you seen AMELIA BARTLET lately? From what I’ve heard, they’re a CISFEMALE GHOST. People around town have said that they’re TRUTHFUL, STYLISH AND TRUSTWORTHY but also JADED, SARCASTIC AND PATRONIZING. Rumor has it, they’re AGAINST rebuilding the glamour around Halloweentown. 

ayo its me paige again with another character! amelia is my baby, i love pippa with all my heart, and im hype for another character! so here’s what you need to know about amy:

amelia is a baby boomer, though she would never admit that

born following the end of world war II in california, she was raised as an only child

her parents never told her that she had an older sister, one who had disappeared without a trace one night

growing up in the shadow of WWII, there was still much prejudice against asian families

but her parents did what they could to give amelia a good life

they bought a house in the suburbs, sent her to a good school, and worked their asses off to give amelia the life she so desired

when she graduated high school, amelia attended pitzer college, and during her junior year the school became co-educational

there, amelia studied social sciences, particularly anthropology. she became involved in the anti-war movement, the civil rights movement, and the womens movement

after graduating, amelia moved back to san francisco because her parents had fallen ill

after a few short months they both passed, within a day of each other, and amelia felt like her whole world was crashing down

in cleaning out her parents house, however, she found old pictures of her parents and some little girl

this intrigued amelia, and after lots of digging, she discovered roxanne was her older sister

amelia sold her parents house, and without a final thought, she bought a train ticket to washington dc

she wanted to join the fight, to fight for women’s rights and make an impact on the world

she wanted to make her parents proud too, but she knew that would come with time

in dc, amelia met and married william bartlet, who was also working for the women’s liberation movement

he was a professor at georgetown, where she was receiving her masters in social sciences

while working for the women’s movement, amelia also became the first female professor at georgetown

one cold night in 1978, amelia was walking home from a meeting with some student activists when a group of men approached her just a block from her home

they began to harass her, pointing out her pin and her papers and teasing her and the women’s movement

being the feisty woman she was, amelia snapped back, and this caused the men to get angry

they grabbed her and pulled her into the alley just a block from her home an they assaulted her, leaving her for dead in the alley

when she woke up, her pain was gone, but she realized that she was looking down at her lifeless body

she saw william approach her body and cry, which caused Amelia herself to cry (something she never did)

realizing she was dead took… a lot out of her

amelia didn’t know what to do, or to think, but she knew she couldn’t continue to watch the love of her life sob over her body. 

unsure what to do or think, she went home. to california

since that night, amelia has wandered the world in limbo, unsure how to pass on and not even sure she wants to

occasionally she would check on william, though not so much since he remarried. she also tried to search for her sister, but there was no trace of her since the night she disappeared

a few months ago, however, she discovered the existence of halloweentown, and decided to make her way there

the cute little town was exactly what amelia needed

she got a job as a professor of mortal history at the university and has been happily living there, having no clue that her long lost sister is living just a few miles away

so that’s amelia! my sweet ghost baby! pls come love her : )

#tw assault #tw death #halloweentownhqintro #halloweentownhqplot

[marveloustommy]

Faith chapter 1

Alright guys - this is the first time i’ve written pretty much anything so dont expect it to be that great. Im mostly writing to get my mind off stuff so if you have any requests, feel free to send them in :)  like ive said - i havent really written much so please be nice lol. Im writing this slowly but im also putting it on my wattpad Pounce500, so if it looks familiar thats why! Anyways enjoy the story

Rosie Atwood woke up to the sun shining right into her window. She could hear the movement of her family downstairs as her body fully started to wake. Rosie stretched out and heard the satisfying cracking of her joints, rolling onto her back. Dark brown hair scattered over the pillows while Rosie floundered around in her bed. Rosie’s blaring blue eyes slowly adjusted to the light as she turned to grab her phone. 9:23am     April 12, 2016. Rosie unlocked her phone and went about the daily routine of a teen and checked her social media.

At 19 years old, Rosie was still living at home with her parents. She found not paying rent while trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life to be the best option, and one she didn’t necessarily mind. Her family consisted of Rosie, her mother, Patty, her father, Derek, and her 2 twin 15 year old brothers, Jace and Matt. Jace was the older of the 2 by a 15 minute delay and would never hesitate to remind his younger brother of the fact. Rosie got along with her family quite well and was always willing to help with her brothers. Ever since Rosie was a kid, she was always like a parental figure to her younger brothers. She loved them dearly.

“ROSIE” she heard Jace yell up the stairs. Damn kid was too lazy to walk up the stairs like a normal person to even see if she was awake. Matty was always the kinder one (and the least lazy). Rosie groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. She could smell breakfast being cooked, her stomach rumbled, thinking of the food she would be eating. Rosie through on a hoodie over her sleep shirt and slowly wandered to the kitchen, where she saw her brothers fighting over a piece of bacon. Reaching in between them, she took it from the twins’ joint grasp and took a bite off the end.

“Rosie, what the hell?” Jace yelled as he watched his older sister easily grab the piece of bacon between 2 fingers and raise her eyebrows at the boys.

“Jace! Language please!” Patty chastised her oldest son before turning back to the stove. Rosie looked around the room in search of her father. For 9:30am on a Tuesday morning – the kids father would be sitting in his seat in the living room watching some rerun of a sports game while sipping a coffee. She took a seat at the table next to Matt.

“Where’s dad?” Rosie turned to her mother, turning herself in her chair to face the women at the stove.

“He got called in to work a little bit today – they’ve been understaffed, and he could always use the overtime hours” Her mother stated. Rosie sighed, this happened often. Her mother used that lie around the twins, but Rosie knew the reason. Her parents never had the greatest relationship, being married young after finding out they were expecting. All to keep Rosie’s grandparents happy. Ever since then, her father has been “working” often in order to get away from the stress of having children that young. Rosie’s parents were high school sweethearts and found out at only 20 years old that they were expecting. Being raised in a religious home caused Derek to marry Patty at only 21. He didn’t regret it – Derek loved his kids, but at only 39, he got easily stressed and would take it out in yelling matches against his wife. The two fought over nothing and everything, and while her parents did a good job raising the kids, a lot of responsibility fell to Rosie.

“Dad was supposed to take us to the new Captain America movie today mom.” Matt stated. The twins had gotten into the Marvel universe after their father had showed them some comics he had found from when he was a kid. The boys had been overjoyed when they found out their father would be taking them to see, hopefully, one of the greatest marvel movies made. Patty looked apologetically to her sons, knowing how bad they had wanted to go.

“How about I take you guys?” Rosie questioned the boys after seeing how genuinely upset they had become at the knowledge of their father’s absence from the day’s events. Rosie didn’t necessarily hate the movies – she just never got invested enough to call herself a fan. Sure, she had seen all the movies once, due to having obsessed younger brothers, but she never fully paid attention to care a lot about the plot. Both her brothers heads shot up to look at her after she popped the question.

“Who wants their sister to take them to a movie?” Jace replied looking somewhat offended at the question. Rosie scrunched her nose up at the boy.

“Do you want to see the movie or not?” She replied to the stubborn kid.

“Could you just maybe……. not sit with us?” Jace came up with a compromise, really wanting to see the movie, but not wanting to be caught with his older sister. Rosie rolled her eyes but agreed, which made the boy jump up out of their seats to cheer. Rosie looked to her mother who was smiling at her daughter. Rosie and the boys excused themselves to get ready for the great day ahead of them.

 Rosie took her time getting ready. It was only 10am, and the movie didn’t start until 3pm. She had plenty of time to get her self ready and looking presentable. A knock sounded through her room and Rosie walked towards it.

“We need to leave by 12:30 to make sure we can get tickets and get good seats, Rose” Matt spoke quickly when she opened her door.

“Why do we need to leave that early? I’m sure the tickets won’t be gone that fast, right?” Rosie asked in confusion. It was just a movie? Why would it be sold out nearly 3 hours before the showtime. Despite her confusion, she agreed to the curly haired 15 year old before rushing to the shower. She now only had about 2 hours before they needed to leave. Once Rosie was done in the shower, she threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a clean hoodie before starting on her makeup. She filled her eyebrows, added a little mascara and a nice wing of eyeliner to either eye before sliding on her glasses and fixing her hair. Both Rosie and Matt had been cursed with her father’s thick curly hair, where Jace got the straight thin hair of their mother. She applied some curl cream before adding a bit of gel to hold her curls in place as the day went on. She ran downstairs and threw on her black VANS before grabbing her purse and the $30 her mother gave her to get into the theatre. She yelled at the boys before saying goodbye to her mother and pushed the twins out the door. The drive to the theater wasn’t bad – but parking was another story. She drove around the block 3 times before finding a space and quickly parking the car. The 3 Atwood siblings made their way to the theater, heading inside to get tickets and seats.

“Hi, 1 adult and 2 teens for Civil War please?” Rosie smiled at the older man behind the counter. He nodded and rang the siblings through. Once she paid the man he swiveled the screen towards her to pick their seats. The 2 boys immediately picked seats as close to the middle of the theater, while the older girl picked a seat up in the top row of the theater.

“You’ll be in cinema number 2, up on the right there” The man smiled as the 3 set off to watch the newest movie in the marvel universe.

#tomholland #tomhollandxreader #mcucastfanfiction #tomhollandfanfic #spiderman #Marvel #mcu

[faerune]

💘 + leon and cassie 🔫 now

also asked by @ottobooty!

where they first met and how hot local racoon city survivors in YOUR area want to fuck! no for real, cassie had holed up in a diner with a group of other survivors and prior to leon getting to the police station he helps cassie fix/find parts to load up an old delivery truck in the back alley to get them all to safety. when leon leaves cassie promises to come back and make sure he + claire have a ride out of town and she does appear in that last shot in her shitty little happy dairy truck like hey you guys look like you need a ride.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved cassie has always been kinda of a flirt just offhandedly and i feel like leon is kinda of the same way just he’s cheesy and awkward about it when he’s a little younger. they flirt during the couple months they’re all trying to get their bearings after racoon city and then don’t really stay in touch much until the gov drags them both in separately. 

after that more flirting, some undercover missions and zombies and leon finally asks her to dinner. cassie teases ‘don’t expect me to put out on the first date just because you saved my ass today’ pft.

who fell for who first cassie will never ever admit it but it was her. like hard. she fell for leon like she was carrying a drink carrier full of hot coffee across a busy intersection in new york, tripped off the curb in front of hundreds of people and slammed her knee into the pavement.

where their first date was and what it was like dinner and a movie! cassie loves film but also is not a snob and adores laughably bad movies so they went and saw a goofy ass B action movie and then went to a late dinner at a diner that they always eat at after work.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) leon just pretty simply says let me take you to dinner and cassie teases ‘oh are you asking me on a date kennedy?’ and he just shrugs and goes ‘yeah. i am’ cassie admittedly gets like flustered for half a second and she’s like. okay cool fine.

who proposes first cassie. she’s been so weird and avoidant about getting married so leon has always let her bring it up. when they get back together a few months later they’re laying in bed together and cassie is like can you propose to me now? and leon is like well do you wanna be surprised or do you want the ring now? and cassie just smiles and plops her head on his chest and is like ‘surprise is okay’.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away due to their jobs and them being afraid of having each other just be another thing people hold over their heads to keep them working there, they keep it really quiet at the beginning. everyone on their team kinda knows but they aren’t announcing it everywhere.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) leon takes her out to dinner and then they take a walk in the park! they sit on a little bench all lit up by the winter christmas lights and he gets down on one knee :’)

if they adopt any pets together absolutely! i just have not figured out what kind yet! probably a cat because cassie has cat person energy.

who’s more dominant it kinda flip flops. cassie is more dominant in terms of talking to people, making decisions but in terms of progressing the relationship that’s definitely leon. in terms of some more ahem other times cassie’s a brat and leon just wants to give her whatever she wants.

where their first kiss was and what it was like they’ve kissed on undercover missions before but i’m not sure if it really “counts”. their first kiss as just leon and cassie was when leon dropped her off at her place after their date and cassie pulled him down for a kiss. after they finished leon was smiling all dopey and still kind of leaning down to her and she just smirked at him and wished him a good night.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) sdgjksdg i can see them at the most having like a set of cute matching mugs but that’s about it. cassie would die before wearing matching sweaters with him no matter how much she loves him.

how into pda they are they hand hold/give each other pecks/leon throws his arm around her shoulders while they walk but they’re not too obnoxious about it! cassie likes it but if he tries to do anything else she gets flustered. admittedly, leon kinda loves when she does so he’s always whispering sweet stuff in her ears while she tries to elbow him in the stomach sdklgsdg.

who holds the umbrella when it rains leon!! he’s taller so it just makes sense.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is the diner where they just always got dinner cause it was near the facility where they worked together for so long! they both have never been to DC so they just went to the nearest place after their first day and they were like so this is OUR diner.

who’s more protective leon. cassie is very annoyed by it pft. especially when she pops up during the civil war. ya know. in the middle of an actual warzone with possible biological weapons. cassie: :) im here to cause problems on purpose. leon: why in the FUCK is my ex here armed with a thousand dollar camera and a tiny pistol.

how long it is before they sleep together they almost sleep together the day before their second date, making out on leon’s desk but they get interrupted and they’re like okay we gotta chill. leon arrives to pick her up for their date and cassie yanks him into her bedroom. needless to say they miss their movie.

if they argue about anything they bicker playfully but also cassie accuses leon of not treating her like an adult who can make her own decisions because he’s so fucking overprotective. leon accuses cassie of being careless with her life. they have i guess..not arguments but debates over morals?

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) leon leaves hickeys like he’s a teenager but he’s usually good about keeping them in places that can’t be seen. cassie wears red lipstick a lot so leon has to pay extra attention if they sneak away at work to make sure he doesn’t have it smeared all over his lips. she likes to kiss his cheek and leave a big mark too.

who steals whose clothes and how often cassie: not your hoodies babe, our hoodies.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) they are spooners through and through. cassie needs to be held and leon is happy to do it. 

what their favourite nonsexual activity is watching movies together! leon is happy that cassie wants to share all her favorites with him and they have movie nights.

how long they stay mad at each other leon normally just needs a second to cool down normally but cassie holds a grudge for a day or maybe two then she’s ready to talk. but uh...in terms of big betrayals leon gives off the im not angry im disappointed and betrayed and you hurt me energy loud and clear and takes a long time to forgive and settle. it’s the worst cassie has ever felt.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are cassie gets a tall black coffee (iced or hot depending on the season) and leon likes lattes with whipped cream and carmel.

if they ever have any children together yes absolutely! i haven’t decided on names or anything yet but they definitely have two little boys just because that tweet that’s about that dad and two lil boys getting out of the car and the dad goes “who can go hug mom the fastest?!” is THEM.

if they have any special pet names for each other pretty normal ones! baby, babe are the most common. cassie likes to say honey and dear sarcastically because she thinks those make her sound like she’s a 50s housewife but secretly kinda likes calling him honey.

if they ever split up and / or get back together hah UH yeah. cassie leaks information about completed STRATCOM ops and leon eventually finds out and they have a huge fight. leon leaves the next morning and they end their relationship. he doesn’t turn her in because he still loves her and knows she did it with goodness in her heart but he’s just so conflicted. he just basically says turn in your resignation and leaves. they do eventually get back together! they break up early 2004, see each other in 2006 when cassie reaches out to him for his contacts to help her father who gets sick and then in 2011 they’re present in the civil war in the east and they get together after reconnecting through that.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like they meet each other’s parents for the first time! they invite them over for dinner along with cassie’s sisters and nieces and nephews. it’s VERY chaotic but it goes really well. leon’s mom loves cassie. uhh cassie’s dad scares the shit out of leon just because he’s a Jokester and lives for freaking leon out because he’s so obviously very nervous lmao.

what their names are in each other’s phones leon’s phone has cassie as “cassidy 🖤”. cassie has him in her phone just as “baby”. bonus she has his name in her phone the few days after they decide to have a kid as “sperm donor”. leon goes “cassie” in his disappointed voice and she rolls her eyes and finally changes it.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) at the moment just their friday movie nights and whenever they go out of country on a mission they buy a magnet for their fridge!

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first leon usually falls asleep first and wakes up first. cassie usually stays up late on her laptop researching and writing.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon leon is big spoon 80% of the time but he likes to be jetpacked too!

who hogs the bathroom leon after he gets back from a really gross ass mission takes hours but cassie usually hogs it day to day.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside cassie flips out and leon gets a cup and a piece of paper, puts the little guy outside. there have been multiple occasions where it sounded like cassie was in legit danger and leon came skidding into the bathroom only to find cassie standing on the toilet.

#chuckhansen #asks #PHEW #thank you so much you guys <333333 #this helped me a lot with them tbh #ship: conflict of interest

[whatiwillsay]

submission:

thanks eggs! im gonna add in some more dates of early swiftgron

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Speak Now tour arm lyrics:

Swiftgron meet cute day: “Tell me everything you want to hear – like that was your favorite year.” – Dixie Chicks, Favorite Year. Power Balance Pavilion in Sacramento, California on September 3, 2011.

“You’re just somewhere that I’ve been and I won’t go back again.” – Selena Gomez, Ghost Of You. Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon on September 6, 2011.

“You are the ever-living ghost of what once was.” – Band of Horses, No One’s Gonna Love You. Tacoma Dome in Tacoma, Washington on September 7, 2011.

“There was always something that meant more to you than me.” – Jessica Andrews, There’s More To Me Than You. Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada on September 10, 2011.

“Where were you when the world stopped turning.” – Alan Jackson, Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning). Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada on September 11, 2011.

“Be a best friend. Tell the truth. Overuse ‘I love you.'” – Lee Brice, Love Like Crazy. Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee on September 16, 2011.

“This one’s for the girls who love without holding back.” – Martina McBride. This One’s For The Girls. Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee on September 17, 2011.

“Love, save the empty and save me.” – Erin McCarley’s Love, Save The Empty. CenturyTel Center in Bossier City, Louisiana on September 20, 2011.

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?” – The Flaming Lips, Do You Realize. Bank of Oklahoma Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma on September 21, 2011.

*Dianna Agron and Naya Rivera kiss as their Glee castmates cheer them on at the Governors Ball. - September 21*

“I hope you know that even if I don’t, I wanted to.” – Rachael Yamagata, Even If I Don’t. Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, Missouri on September 24, 2011.

“But it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise.” – Coldplay, Paradise. Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado on September 27, 2011.

“Little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride.” – Jimmy Eat World, The Middle. Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah on September 28, 2011.

“Just as free, free as we’ll ever be.” – Zac Brown Band, Free. Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia on October 1, 2011.

“No telling where it will take you, just live your life.” – T.I. [feat. Rihanna], Live Your Life. Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia on October 2, 2011.

“It’s easy saying nothing when there’s nothing to say.” – KT Tunstall, Fade Like A Shadow. Verizon Arena in Little Rock, Arkansas on October 4, 2011.

“She’s out there on her own and she’s alright.” – Shawn Colvin, Sunny Come Home. New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana on October 5, 2011.

“A little voice in my head said don’t look back, you can never look back.” – Don Henley, Boys Of Summer. Cowboys Stadium in Dallas, Texas on October 8, 2011.

“Through autumn’s advancing we’ll stay young, go dancing.” – Death Cab for Cutie, Stay Young, Go Dancing. KYC Yum Center in Louisville, Kentucky on October 11, 2011.

“Can you still feel the butterflies? Can you still hear the last goodnight?” – Jimmy Eat World, For Me This Is Heaven. United Spirit Arena in Lubbock, Texas on October 14, 2011.

“I hope to God I would’ve done something good with my life.” – Ronnie Milsap, My Life. Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on October 15, 2011.

“Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror.” – MGMT, Kids. Valley View Casino Center in San Diego, California on October 20, 2011.

“May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends.” – Jimmy Eat World, Hear You Me. Jobing.com Arena in Phoenix, Arizona on October 21, 2011.

“Where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme, a soundbite” – Keane, Is It Any Wonder? AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas on October 25, 2011.

“And I never saw blue like that before. Across the sky. Around the world.” – Shawn Colvin, Never Saw Blue Like That Before. Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas on October 26, 2011.

“Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks” – The Fray, Happiness. Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky on October 29, 2011.

“But darling, I wish you well on your way to the wishing well” – Patty Griffin, Nobody’s Crying. FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee on October 30, 2011.

“It’s love’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know love at all.” – Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now. Minute Maid Park in Houston, Texas on November 5, 2011.

“Birds flying high you know how I feel.” – Nina Simone, Feeling Good. Veterans Memorial Arena in Jacksonville, Florida on November 11, 2011.

“I could rest my head knowing that you were mine.” – Guns N’ Roses, November Rain. St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa, Florida on November 12, 2011.

“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.” – Anonymous. American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida on November 13, 2011.

“I feel lost again but this time for the best.” – Gregory & the Hawks, For the Best. Time Warner Arena in Charlotte, North Carolina on November 16, 2011.

“We learned more from a 3 minute record than we ever learned in school.” – Bruce Springsteen, No Surrender. RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina on November 17, 2011.

“Where would we be today, if I never drove that car away.” – Darius Rucker, Don’t Think I Don’t Think About It. Colonial Life Arena in Columbia, South Carolina on November 18, 2011.

“May these memories break our fall.” – Taylor Swift, Long Live. Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York on November 21, 2011.

“Bring all the pretenders, one day. We will be remembered.” – Taylor Swift, Long Live. Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York on November 22, 2011.

*Dianna (and Karlie) tweet in response to Taylor’s vogue shoot* - January 17 2012

“I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling.” – Joni Mitchell, All I Want. Burswood Dome in Perth, Australia on March 2, 2012.

“We sleep underneath the same big sky at night. And dream the same dream we can fly.” – Chantal Kreviazuk, In This Life. Adelaide Entertainment Center in Adelaide, Australia on March 4, 2012.

“She said watch your back, I’m nobody’s girlfriend” – Matt Nathanson, Modern Love. Brisbaine Entertainment Center in Brisbane, Australia on March 6, 2012.

“The war outside your door keeps raging on. STOP KONY 2012” – Taylor Swift, the Civil Wars and T. Bone Burnett, Safe And Sound. Brisbaine Entertainment Center in Brisbane, Australia on March 7, 2012.

“Go cut through the noise so you can know what love sounds like.” – Natasha Bedingfield, Neon Lights. Allphones Arena in Sydney, Australia on March 9, 2012.

“If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall.” – Ed Sheeran, Lego House. Allphones Arena in Sydney, Australia on March 10, 2012.

“We Love our lovin’ but not like we love our freedom” – Joni Mitchell, Help Me. Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, Australia on March 12, 2012.

“Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place.” – Our Lady Peace, Somewhere Out There. Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, Australia on March 13, 2012.

“All romantics meet the same fate somehow.” – Joni Mitchell, The Last Time I Saw Richard. Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, Australia on March 14, 2012.

“Keep your feet ready, heart beat steady, keep your eyes open” – Taylor Swift, Eyes Open. Vector Arena in Auckland, New Zealand on March 16, 2012.

“Every lesson forms a new scar” – Taylor Swift, Eyes Open. Vector Arena in Auckland, New Zealand on March 17, 2012.

“You know wherever I am, I’ll come running to see you again” – James Taylor, You’ve Got A Friend. Vector Arena in Auckland, New Zealand on March 18, 2012.

**Taylor goes home (running to see someone again?) and The Swiftgron spring kicks off and all these two girls do is hang out all spring and summer**

#swiftgron #arm lyrics #timelne #yall tell us #submission

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hello my sweet!! I was wondering if maybe I could request a lil Dewey headcanon about the reader asking dewey to go and see the infinity war/Endgame marvel double bill at the cinema?? And at first he’s like noooo but then he actually loves it and wants to watch them all??? Lotsa love my angel!🥰💜

Of couse darling!

Suuuuuuperfluffy Dewey Finn x reader ahead!

Marvelous Marvel Movienight.

"PLEASE!!! Dewdrop! You gotta see marvel at least once okay??!! Its just so gooooood! " you pleaded to your boyfriend, tugging at his shirt like a 5 year old toddler would do, to get what he wanted. Anything to watch Marvel with the love of your life.

Dewey had been stubborn and wouldnt budge... you had been whining and begging him to join you to your favorite movie in the world, but Dewey just deadpanned: "Darling... listen... This might seem shocking... but shirtless superheroes with tight abbs, aren't doing it for me..."

You chuckled a bit at his dramatic floppy hand that matched his scentence. What a man...

You sighed, pulled out your phone quickly... typed something with the speed of lightning, and turned the screen to the unimpressed face of Dewey Finn. His eyebrows shot up and he smirked a tiny bit more then he had before. He hummed: "Well... youknow im not into redheads... but... this certainly makes it better."

You grinned back at him: "Yeah... should have known Black Widow wouldn't be your cup of tea... but hey... What about Scarlet Witch?"

You turned the phone towards him again and he hummed approvingly at the picture you showed him.

"Hmmm.... Yeah... okay... thats... okay."

You glanced at him happily over your phone and watched him nod once.

You squeeled a high pitched note in happiness and victory and bounced into his arms. "YESSSS!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! Yaaaaay Dew! Its gonna be great!!!"

Dewey looked at your stoked happy bouncy form and his eyes softened when he spoke: "Yeah... allright champ... But the witch isn't nearly as gorgeous as you are."

You bounced into his arms and pecked his lips happily.

You told him: "Im gonna call the cinema for spots..." you turned away, phone in hand ready to call for seats this evening when Deweys hand around your waist stopped you.

You whipped your head around in confusion, frown on your face as you looked to Dewey again.

He kissed you again and whispered between kisses:

"Tonight....

okay....

i...

will...

take...

care...

of....

it...."

You hummed happily in the kiss and combed your fingers through his hair, he moaned in pure bliss. His hair always had been his weak spot. And you loved touching it. So. Match made in heaven.

Dewey deepened the kiss with a small growl when you scratched the hair on the back if his neck. But when his hands slid lower onto your back you pulled away.

You chuckled when you saw Dewey trace after your soft lips as you removed your mouth from his.

Always so needy for more.

"Hey HoneyDew.... Better get your rocking ass take care of those seats okay?"

Dewey was slightly frustrated and grunted through a tight jaw: "Anything for you my angel..." his lips kissed yours one more time before he swiftly turned on his heels.

Phone in hand he walked away, yelling over his shoulder: "On it!"

.......

Dewey wouldnt tell you where the two of you were heading tonight, and you weren't having any of it tonight. He promised you he would take care of it.

After a 10 minute drive he passed your usual cinema. Passed it...

You had been driving for about 50 minutes now, and Dewey was on the wheel, with a stupid satisfied smirk on his face the whole drive. He wouldn't tell you where you were going. Or what you two would do when you got there.

You just wanted Marvel movie-night damn it.

Through your ranting thoughts you didnt notice Dewey was parking the car.

You were just about to give your boyfriend a lecture and ask him where he was taking you for the 100th time this drive, when he stopped the car and looked you in the eye. He smirked and bounced his leg in excitement when he exclaimed: "WE'RE HERE BABY!"

You were gonna ask him: where the fuck that was....

When you heared the familiar tune of a marvel movie behind the car.

whatthehell?

Dewey cheered, jumped out of the car and rushed towards your door to open it.

You hadn't even time to ask him where you were, because in a heartbeat he had pulled you out of the car enthausiastically. He tugged you towards the back of his van, and threw open the door.

Cozy pillows and 3 blankets where spread across the back of his van. Dewey even hang up actual fairylights.

When you tore your amazed gaze away from the back of the van, Dewey was standing in front of you with some cozy home-socks in one hand, and some popcorn in the other.

A happy but insecure smile tugged his lips upwards and he stepped aside to show you where the Marvel Theme was coming from.

Behind your happy DewDrop there was a giant screen, where Civil-war just started to play.

It...was a drive in cinema.

Of course! What a fool you were.

You squeeled happily and just in time saw the glint of relief in Deweys eyes when you hugged him as tightly as possible. Dewey chuckled and couldn't actually hug you back, cause socks and popcorn.

He watched you get cozy inside the van and handed you your popcorn and fuzzy socks.

A smile crept up his face as he took in how adorable and utterly happy you looked.

*gosh... how much he loved you*

Dewey crawled into the fluffy pillows beside you and tugged you closer to him. Craving you. Your happy vibe. Your absolute beauty. And your cuddles. It was never close enough for him.

Deweys eyes lit up when he watched your entranced face, your eyes glued on the screen before you. He kissed your cheek lovingly, but let you be after that. You were *so* keen to watch the movie, he didn't want to disturb you.

Dewey couldn't care less where he was with you. He didnt even watched the movie. His eyes were as glued on you, as yours were on the Marvel movie before you.

He would go anywhere... do anything... anytime...

As long as you would be there with him... it was allright with Dewey.

.....

When the movie was halfway, the lights went on for a little while.

Break-time.

Your stoked face turned to Dewey and he beamed a happy smile your way.

Deweys hand started to scratch the back of his neck and he started to mutter somewhat insecure: "Listen sweetheart... iknow... i-it... i-is... isnt quite an a-actual cinema... bu-but... erhm... you... i..."

You shut him up in the kindest way possible. You pressed a gentle, loving kiss on his soft lips, and his muttering faded away.

You breathed against his lips between kisses:

"Thankyou Dewey.... its perfect. I love it... but I love you even more..."

Your hands found his hair again and started to scratch his scalp as you deepened the kiss. You smirked in the kiss as you heared Dewey produce the slightest, quietest moan. Almost like he was embarresed by the sound he produced in public.

Deweys hands roamed under your sweater and brushed lovingly circles on your sides.

This time it was Dewey who broke the kiss. And you pouted instantly when his lips left yours. You scooted closer to his body to compensate the loss.

Dewey brushed his calloused fingers against your cheekbone and he muttered with his nose against yours: "Happy to see you this happy. Are you cozy enough for round two after this one?"

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you said confused: "Wha.... what? Dew... round two?"

Dewey chuckled and kissed your nose before humming: "Yeah love... half of Infinty War to go. And Endgame later...?"

Your eyes turned wide in amazement and you squeeled loudly in excitement again.

"No way!! Both???" You yelled happily to Dewey and he nodded. His eyes beaming as he took in your glee.

Dewey continued after: "...Wanna do a marvel-marathon at home after?" He scratched the back of his neck again and flipped his hand through his own locks. A trait that showed you he was nervous about something. Dewey spoke again: "...they... erhm... are... actually... Marvel is... kind of good? I enjoy... it? I would like to see the rest too if you're into that?"

Your hands found Dewey's scruffy cheeks and you held them firmly when you kissed the boy senseless.

Dewey's grin turned into a smile, his smile into chuckle, his chuckles turned into a full on hollering laughter. As you continued to kiss every inch of his beautifull face.

You smirked towards your rockstar: "I... Dewey Finn... would love nothing more..."

Dewey looked absolutely beautifull, laying on his side against you in the back of the van. A single bit of pocorn was stuck in his messy brown locks. He held his scruffy cheek with one hand, and the other was on your waist. Holding you as close as possible. Deweys brown eyes seemed to glow into the fairylights... admiration and love for you was seen in them.

You slowly moved towards him and let his upper lip slip between your lower lip, kissing him softly.

When you pulled back you both muttered in sync: "Iloveyou."

Best date night ever.

You loved Marvel.

But you loved your marvelous rockstar even more.

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

#soft dewey finn #dewey finn imagine #dewey x reader #dewey finn #school of rock the musical #school of rock fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #alex brightman #bouncy oddball #fluffy dewey finn #dewey finn fanfic #dewey finn fanfiction

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Love is A Battlefield (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)

Anon asked: 17 and 26 with Wanda pls?

Prompts:

17 - "Bite me."

26 - "Just shut up and kiss me."

Warnings: Very mild violence

Word Count: 897 words

Summary: Y/N has never liked Wanda Maximoff. She’s never been a fan of people with powers, and often finds herself constantly arguing with Wanda. As Iron Man and Tony Stark’s Civil War progresses, Y/N sides with Iron Man while Wanda follows Cap. When they meet on the battle field, things are sure to go array. 

Tagged: @im-catbug

A/N: The reader’s power, is that she knows things . I know that’s cryptic, but essentially, she gets vibes and feelings about things that are going to pass, and can summon hidden knowledge about people and things.

“This isn’t going to end well,” you whispered to Natasha. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. You’re hunches were always right, but there was no point in arguing with Tony.

You, Rhodey, Natasha, and Vision followed Tony through the vacant airport, air stagnant with tension.

“Romanoff, you take Barton,” Tony was saying. He was uncharacteristically serious. “Rhodey, you’re with me, Vision, make sure Cap stays busy. Y/N you take Maximoff.”

“What?” You blanched. “Wanda will legit kill me.”

“You’ve sparred with her the most,” Natasha pointed out. “You know her fighting style the best.”

Wanda and you never saw eye to eye, but the idea of fighting her in actual combat made your stomach turn. “That doesn’t matter, she can snap her fingers and tear me in two.”

“Miss Maximoff has some sort of attachment to you,” Vision said calmly. “Of everyone on the team, she will not actively hurt you.”

“Um, thanks Vision, I think.”

The team stopped at the entrance to the tarmac. “Alright. Everyone find your partner; get ready to play ball.”

You nodded and split up, following Natasha to the far east exit. 

“Is this really a lost cause?” She asked. “Do we have no chance?”

You  pursed your lips. “No one will win. This is a fruitless battle.”

Natasha swallowed, eyes closed. “Y/N, you can’t let Wanda get the better of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“She knows your fighting style too,” Natasha placed a hand on your shoulder. “The only thing you can use do is take her by surprise.”

You chuckled humorlessly. “I don’t like any part of this plan.”

“Try not to-”

The sound of screeching metal and collisions cut her off. You looked as saw Wanda using her powers to hurl car at Tony and Rhodey. 

“Looks like we’re up,” you began to charge, Natasha close behind. 

Take her by surprise, you thought to yourself, sprinting towards danger. Wanda didn’t see you running straight at her. You jumped, legs wrapping around Wanda’s middle. Her balance was thrown as you twisted, throwing the both you to the ground. 

Wanda depended on her powers to fight; close range hand-to-hand combat always threw her off. You maneuvered before she could gather her bearings, rolling over and landing on top. Her dark hair flew about her.

Straddling Wanda, you grabbed her wrist and twisted it, eliciting a shout.

“Hey, Wanda,” you said casually, pressing your forearm against her throat. “I thought you were on house arrest?”

She wheezed. “It didn’t agree with me. I needed some fresh air.” 

You pressed harder. “This isn’t a game, you know. Have you even thought about what you’re doing? We’re fighting in the middle of a fucking airport. If you want to be treated like an adult and not get locked in your room, you need to start acting like one.”

You hadn’t seen the wave of red magic that Wanda was gathering in her free hand. She slammed it into your gut, sending you flying onto your back.

The wind was knocked from your lungs. “Fuck you!” was all you managed to choke out.

Wand flew and landed next to you. “Bite me, Y/N.” She blasted away.

You coughed and stayed down for a few more minutes, trying to gather yourself.

“Agent Y/L/N,” Tony spoke to you through your earpiece. “Can you assist Spider man in taking down the big friendly giant to your right?”

You turned and saw the twelve foot man in a red and silver suit. “Mr. Stark, sir, I’m armed with a hand gun, I feel sorely out-armed.”

“Cap and Barnes are making a break for it,” Rhodey warned. 

The pair was sprinting towards the quinjet at the opposite end of the runway. Tony flew over your head, firing missiles at the communication tower in the distance. Your eyes widened as crumbled in the path of Steve and Bucky.

“No,” you whispered. They were going to be crushed.

Red magic flourished and held the tower just long enough for Steve and Bucky to slip under. Wanda was standing there, arms raised, orchestrating everything. Tony fired screeching sound waves at her, and you watched in horror as she fell to her knees, hands clamped over her ears.

Your stomach dropped like the communications tower. This was going too far.

“Wanda!” You ran, letting your better judgement win. Reaching her just in time, she keeled over as you wrapped your arms around her waist. “I’ve got you. Are you okay? Wanda?”

You watched her eyes flutter, chest heaving. 

“Hey,” you whispered. “Please wake up, I don’t want you to die. I know I insult you a lot and annoy you, but please get up.” Pushing her hair away from her face, you pressed your hand to her cheek. 

She opened her eyes, looking at you strangely. “Y/N? What are you doing?”

“Um,” you coughed. “Saving your life?”

Wanda cracked a rare smile. “Are you?”

“Well, I mean, I’m trying. But you’re making that really hard by blasting me into next week with all that kinetic energy and shit, but like, I’m not-”

“Y/N,” she covered your mouth. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

You snickered. “Okay, but do it really quickly. I don’t want Tony to see me.”

She leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before passing out cold.

You sighed, looking up at the sky. “Typical.”

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mcu spiderman rewrite/au i may or may not do

ok so first quick disclaimer! i do not hate the mcu spider man movies in any way!! i actually enjoy them quite a bit and have seen homecoming like 4 times! and i absolutely adore all the actors in the movies, especially tom, zendaya, and jacob 

but the problem w/ the mcu spiderman movies is,,, they’re just not spiderman. at least from a writing/thematic perspective, which sucks bc so much other stuff about them is great! like tom holland is the perfect peter parker, which is why it seems so close to being right, but with the way the script is actually written... it’s just. not spider-man. 

i feel the need to explain all this/my problems w/ the movies b4 i get into the actuall au idea/plot, so please bear with me for a sec

for context, I’ve loved spiderman my whole life. i’d watch the cartoons when i was younger, and then went back and watched them all again when i was a bit older and figured out how to pirate stuff lol. i didn’t really know how to get into the comics, so i just kinda read wikis and got second-hand info from fanfics and the other movies

to me, spiderman, (at least, peter parker spiderman,) was always about like... a kid, who saw the world was broken and fixed it because he could. he had the power to fix stuff, so he did. 

as a kid w/ mental illness and a not so great home life... that was something really really important to me. to see another kid out there, who’s been through some shit, but finally has the power to make stuff better, so he is! and it would make me think, maybe i can change stuff for the better, someday, if i just get my chance

but,,,,, the problem is mcu peter parker isn’t that. 

instead of becoming spiderman bc he knows there’s bad in the world and wants to fix it, suddenly his motivation is impressing tony stark?? and don’t get me wrong i don’t hate tony, but the way they wrote his and peter’s relationship basically trapped peter. he could no longer be his own hero, bc he was tony’s successor. and that's never who peter parker’s spiderman was?? he was never a follower, he was a trendsetter. he didn’t become spiderman for approval, hell he had dozens of newspapers constantly slandering him. 

honestly the following in someone else’s footsteps thing was always a miles morales thing. he had to step up to the plate and fill the shoes of a spiderman who had already existed for years and was beloved by the whole city. obviously thats not all he is and simplifying his character to that is incredibly obtuse, but i bring it up bc tbh alot of stuff w/ mcu peter parker is just straight-up ripped off from miles morales. like how peter now goes to a fancy private school, is no longer poor (which is a huge thing w/ peter parker’s character in like every other incarnation), has a living father figure, and is bffs w/ ned, who is a straight-up rip off of miles’s best friend ganke. (for the record tho i adore ned and jacob i’m def keeping him in my rewrite,,,, also i’m glad he’s in the movie bc having a plus sized poc protagonist thats not constantly mocked is incredible) 

so, i’m complaining about all this stuff lol but ur probably wondering how exactly how i wanna fix it lol,,,, 

first, give peter an arc thats more than just..... i want tony to believe in me. my idea for that is basically a type of thing where he learns to rely on others! bc like... peter isn’t good at working w/ others lol, he’d much rather do it all himself so no one else gets hurt. (like in the andrew garfield movies where he just,,,, webs his gf to a car so she can’t run into danger lmao) 

the plot would start at a similar ish position to homecoming, though tony never recruits peter for civil war. tbh not sure if it even happened but we’ll disscuss that later

peter’s been spiderman for a few months, after a trip to oscorp left him w/ a radioactive spider bite. currently no one knows about it, and he’s doing a pretty ok job of dealing w/ everything on his own. until he takes down a big bad, lets say rhino for now, and gains a ton of publicity. after stooping a hudge disaster he’s suddenly in the limelight, and catches the attention of one norman osborn, aka the green goblin 

now, quick sidenote. green goblin is genreally seen as pretty goofy, but there are comic versions of him that are legit terrifying. if im being honest i didn’t even know about that version until i read aloneintherains fic birds eating other birds so ig thats kinda ish how i’m imagining this version of norman? though alot more composed, like the man who could someday turn into that 

so norman becomes intrested in my boy peter, and starts sending ppl after him. possibly the sinister 6, but uhh maybe not bc tbh i think this “rewrite” needs to be split into 2 “movies”/works and i might wanna save that for the hypothetical pt2 (btw if i write this it won’t b for a while cause i got other stuff going on but ig if ppl are intrested i might write some snippits/make more content for it) 

so basically the main plot is peter dealing w/ all these big bads on his own, doing ok at first but later getting really fucked up, and eventually revealing himself to ned and mj which ends up being the only way he can save the day in the end. by relying on others! yay!! 

thats it for the main plot, but don’t worry y’all we got other stuff going on too lmao 

so, for one. my boy peter is realizing he has a crush and just,,,, freaking tf out. (i have yet to decide if it’s on ned or mj. or both. sue me) the crush isn’t definitely resolved in p1, but i imagine there’d be some cute thing of him suddenly realizing and freaking out and almost revealing his powers. 

thing 2! tony stark! he is still in here, and still a mentor to peter, but in a pretty drastically different way. one, he doesn't know about peter being spiderman. he doesn't even suspect it lmao. he just gets involved bc of.... some sort of reason bc peter is so smart. do i know why just yet? no. does it matter? probably but i’m writing this pretty late after i had school all day so i’m too tired to care 

bc tony basically gives peter a real internship/mentorship type thing, peter now has access to all this tech!! and all these funds!! fucking lit!! so he changes from his pajama suit to the fancy one, tho he actually built it!! which i feel like him making his suit is a really big really important part of his character. so it doesn't really have all those random things tony added, tho peter might add stuff himself. he gets Karan as a like assistant ai as part of his internship but she never gets put into the suit

for the fist part tony plays a super minor role but like,,,, the first part is about osborn taking an intrest in him, and him confiding in ned and mj. the second part norman is become progressively more dangorus and peter has to fight him and stuff, kinda proving he is strong enough to be spiderman/be trusted to the whole world, beyond just ned and mj. also him actually getting together w/ either one or both of them bc...... bc i want that. 

oh btw idk if tony finds out or not in p2? if he does it’s either at the end or in a scene like the one w/ may bc like. please imagine the shenanigans of peter and ned (who both have high intellegence but low wisdom) in tony’s lab, obviously trying to hide the fact that peter’s spiderman. like he walks in on them and peter looks all frumpy bc he’s been trying to change real fast, and ned’s shirt is messed up bc he just stuffed the mask down the front of it, and mj is just. chilling behing them. so tony just like assumes stuff and is like....aight.... have fun.... 

oh btw the last big change that i didn’t really have anyway to insert natrually into this,,,, so remember how i said ned was kinda a ripoff of ganke? well, the writers claim he’s a “composite character” so i figured, why not give him traits from other famous spiderman side character so he actually is a composite character! 

so like,,,, throughout p1 it’s referenced that ned has a kinda dickish estranged ish dad that he hates and his mom doesn't really like but kinda forces him too... theres some mentions of his dad wanting him to transfer to a private school and being kinda rich, bur he dosen’t want to bc he knows his dad is a total dickead,,,, anyway end of the movie we find out norman osborn is ned’s dad, and ned hates him even fucking more bc it’s like bitch?? u tried to get my (maybe) bf murdered?? tf?? and its lowkey bc he can’t reveal peter’s id, but then in p2 after norman takes matters into his own hands and tries to kill peter on his own ned just fucking yells at him while the man is in jail and is like fuck u lmao 

soooo thats my really messy au idea!! i’m really tired sorry if this is hard to understand or rude! for the record i have nothing against the ppl who adore these movie’s, i just think they could be better! 

#spiderman #spider man homecoming #spiderman homecoming #peter parker #tony stark #michelle jones #ned leeds #parkerleeds #spideychelle #peter x mj x ned #marvel #pls rb i worked p hard on this #my post #my writing #norman osborn #green goblin #mcu spiderman

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Endgame Talk

This little discussion is gonna have massive spoilers for Avengers Endgame. This is your warning if you have not seen the movie. If you haven’t seen it, just scroll all the way down as fast you can. If you have seen it or you don’t care about spoilers, then welcome! As for the rest of you, you have been warned.

Okay so. I know we’ve all got our own opinions on Endgame, the way the plot works, the way certain characters were treated, and especially with its ending.

I’ve read a lot of reviews and reactions about Endgame the past few days and in all honesty. There isn’t much I disagree with. A lot of the critiques given to the film are valid critiques. Some are just nitpicks that don’t really matter. But over all, the criticism is pretty fair.

In regards to the time travel, I barely understood how it worked in the film. All I know is that it worked and everyone came back. All I needa know lmao. I didnt understand time travel in back to the future, I didnt understand it in gravity falls, I didnt understand it in TMNT, I didnt understand it in Power Rangers, and I don’t understand it during this movie.

Time travel is a very difficult thing to figure out with story telling as every move made has its consequences. Which is why when I see people saying “The time travel in this movie created plot holes.” It makes me laugh because uh duh it’s time travel, of course it creates plot holes. We have yet to see any creator or writer do time travel and not have it cause plot holes or confusion. This doesn’t excuse said plot holes but it clears up that Endgame isn’t the first victim of the trouble time travel has on its story.

Okay let’s talk about Tony and Steve’s endings.

Oh boy.

I’ll start with Steve because right now I ain’t ready to talk about Tony.

Steve went back in time to put the infinity stones in their proper places before the team originally went back to bring everyone back and he was suppose to come right back to the present (or future in their case) but he doesn’t. Instead he stays in the 70’s (which is when he and tony got the Tesseract) and forms a relationship with Peggy and when we see him again in present (future) time he’s the age he would be if he was never frozen back in the 40’s.

Now, while I do agree this causes a lot of confusion in regards to events in Civil War and such but. That’s our timeline. What happened with Steve staying back in the 70’s was that he created an alternate time line where, all the events we all saw still exist, but he was able to live a happy marriage with Peggy. Or at least that’s how I saw it honestly. Steve staying in the 70’s didn’t change or alter anything in the main timeline. We know this because we saw that nothing changed.

Also. Steve never belonged in this time period anyway. In The First Avenger, Steve is fighting in WW2 and it’s a soldier. He was meant to be in the 40’s but he made a sacrifice that caused him to wake up in modern day. And while Steve did a lot as Captain America, that doesn’t change that this isn’t where he belongs. He watched as everyone in his past was either changed (Bucky being mind controlled) or lost (Watching Peggy die). Steve’s entire past kept coming back to haunt him. Which is why he took the opportunity to stay in the 70’s with Peggy. To give himself a happy ending. This was something foreshadowed throughout the film as well.

Now. Lets talk about the big one.

Tony Stark.

Firstly.

UM OW????? MARVEL YOU LEGIT RIPPED MY HEART OUT FROM MY CHEST AND STEPPED ON IT AND THREW IT IN THE STREET TO GET RUN OVER BY A CAR! HOLY SHIT THAT HURT. AND LIL BABY PETER PARKER CLINGING TO TONY DIDNT HELP NONE. GAH MY HEARTT. IM STILL CRYING OVER THIS

Okay. Now that that’s out. Lets talk Tony Stark.

Imma be real. The minute Morgan Stark (whom is adorable and needs absolute protection) popped out of the tent, I knew Tony’s fate. I had a huge feeling Tony wasn’t gonna make it out. And it hurt that I was right.

However, as much as it hurt to see Tony die, to see him make the last sacrifice, it makes sense both for story telling and within Tony’s arc as a character.

We’ve watched Tony grow from an arrogant man who didn’t really care for the world around him but his industry, to someone who wants what’s best for his family, who became a mentor of a young kid with a lot of potential to the point that only Tony really believed in him and who wants to protect the world.

We saw Tony go through this arc from beginning to end.

Tony’s never had it easy in his life. He lost a lot, he fought a lot, and he stressed a lot. Tony, throughout these films, has never had a proper time to relax and appreciate what he has because he was always fighting to protect himself, the ones he loves and the world. It got to the point in Iron Man 3 that Tony began losing sleep and could not rest because of all the torment he has been through.

Keep in mind Iron Man 3 takes place The Avengers and what happened in Avengers? Loki and a huge attack on New York that only they could stop. And who sent Loki on this attack?

Thanos.

It always comes back to Thanos.

Joe Rousso confirmed back during Infinity War that Thanos and Tony have connection.

In the sense of story telling, Thanos acts as a foil to Tony.

In an interview, one of the Rousso’s said:

“It’s all the heroes. I think he has the most specific connection to Tony because Tony is a futurist, and he has predicted a threat like Thanos. It’s lived in his brain even though he couldn’t name it. Tony is the most desperately driven, down to the core, to react against something like Thanos, although all the heroes will face a threat, no matter who it is or where it comes from. But I think this is intrinsic to Tony’s psychology, and because Tony started it all with Iron Man, he has a special connection to the threat that’s facing him."

Despite not meeting until Infinity War, Thanos and Tony have always had a connection. Thanos was the one that kept Tony restless. The reason he stressed everyday. Thanos was the reason Tony has to witness the loss of all his allies and surrogate son.

It’s all been Thanos.

The reason I call Thanos Tony’s foil is because of this connection.

Thanos and Tony have similar goals. They both believe what they’re doing is the greater good for the world. There’s a connection between them because of how they both think and operate. It’s why Thanos tells Tony he has respect for him in Infinity War. Thanos understands Tony’s view. And because he understands, Thanos serves to show Tony, and the audience what Tony would’ve become had he not grown and became obsessed with “balance” instead of the greater good.

In doing so, Thanos couldn’t live in a world without Tony and Tony couldn’t live in a world without Thanos.

Now I know some of you are probably like, “But Tony did live in a world without Thanos. He spent 5 years without Thanos around.”

and you’re right.

Technically, you’re right.

However.

Even within those 5 years, Tony was still haunted by what Thanos did. How Thanos won and that they lost. We saw throughout Endgame that Tony never forgave himself for what happened and especially for what happened to Peter.

Despite Thanos being dead, Tony is still haunted at the memory of Thanos and all the damage he created.

Hence why Peter was Tony’s main motivation throughout the film. When the team attempts to ask Tony for help regarding time travel, Tony declines as he says his too risky and because he doesn’t want to lose what he has now. Which is Pepper and Morgan.

His wife and daughter mean more to Tony than anything. We’ve seen Tony’s love for Pepper grow and we saw how much Tony loves his daughter. I love you 3000!

He got 5 happy years with them. Tony had his happy ending for as long as he could. Until once again, Thanos’ actions came back to haunt him. Seeing, remembering, that Peter was one of the people that were lost during Infinity War, the kid Tony grew to love as a son, and looked over and mentoured, Tony never stopped working on trying to bring Peter back. Without Peter, Tony felt like he failed.

At the end of the day Tony wasn’t worried about himself, he wanted Peter safe and sound. He wanted the world to be saved.

Tony needed closure. He needed to know the evil that haunted him for years was gone. He needed to know that his family and friends were safe. He needed to know that he fought until his end. And he did just that.

Tony Stark never ever stopped fighting. Ever.

Which is why Tony makes the ultimate sacrifice.

Using the stones and losing his own life.

Yes it hurt. A lot. It affected us and the characters in the film. But that’s how Tony’s arc was suppose to end.

It’s why Pepper said, “You can rest now.”

Tony fought Thanos non-stop for years and years on end. He never thought he could be at peace. But when he saw all his loved ones around for him, especially Pepper, his loving wife and Peter, the boy he risked everything for, and that they were officially safe and the monster that haunted him could no longer harm his family. He go be at peace.

He could pass on peacefully.

Tony Stark learned to love. Learned to care. Learned to grow. Learned that you’re not always alone.

Tony Stark learned all that he needed to in order make the final sacrifice in order to kill Thanos.

Tony Stark put the world’s protection before his own life.

Tony Stark is the true super hero.

His final words,

“And I... Am Iron Man.”

Were that for a reason, not just as a call back to he ending of the first film.

Those were his final words because Iron Man is not Tony Stark.

Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Tony Stark is the hero.

It’s the lesson Tony taught Peter with the phrase, “If you’re nothing without this suit than you shouldn’t have it.”

It’s not the suit that makes the superhero, but the person who wears it.

Tony Stark wears the Iron Man armor.

Tony Stark is the hero, not Iron Man.

Tony Stark’s arc has concluded.

There is no denying the pain and tears that were felt and shed during Tony’s death. But it was his time to go.

It was Tony’s time to rest.

Tony Stark fought and lived hard.

Tony Stark died happy, at peace and as a hero.

~We love you 3000 Tony~

Thanks for reading this far if you did. This is just my take on the film. Don’t take it as fact alright. What did you guys think of Endgame?

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This mess keeps on spinning them, keeps on going and going and going. And he’s growin’ afraid. So terribly afraid of what’s there yet to come; for Isaac, for them all. And this whole thing where Dutch keeps pushing when they just barely escaped the end of a rope feels foolish and impatient.

They’re dying...

And what better metaphor for that than picking up a dying Sebastian off the side of the road after they stole the Mayor’s letters and were planning to rob a bank and some high stakes poker game.

They got the man upstairs, back at Shady Belle. And what a debacle that was. He had to let Isaac handle it, while the rest of them got to bringing Jack back. Yeah, Charles was with him, and there was only 4 squatters left, but Christ... They moved ‘cause the Pinkertons came through again, knowin’ their location. Him and John was robbing cemeteries for Stefano Valentini and Dutch talked off Agent Milton who was ready to bring no less than 50 men to mow the lot of ‘em down.

Then in 2 days Tilly got stolen away and Isaac insisted he ride along. Tilly ain’t much older than him... They played dominoes together; Isaac tried and made her a dolly once... And to see the boy unhinged like that.

He apologized.

Arthur put his hands on the boy’s shoulders: “I just want you to be better than I was, Isaac.”

Boy looked down, away. A lil’ shake.

“You get me, boy? Not this. You ain’t this.”

But there ain’t nothing left beside this, not for them. They’re pushed back into a corner and Dutch’s going feral...

 And now he’s here...

Sebastian was barely half conscious when they brought him into the building; he fought the alcohol, and if Arthur ain’t been there to pin him to the bed he’d of fought the stitches Grimshaw made on him as well. She asked if he wanted her to sit by him. He said yes. Boy slept in Susan’s arms that night, Arthur on the table.

Dutch came talk to him in the morning, about how he’s been smelling home, somewhere. They almost got all the money they needed. Arthur ain’t quite sure ‘bout that part, but what he’s sure of is the concern the man had for him then. Sat with him, brought him something to eat; Arthur’s been forgetting all too often. His wrists were growin’ thin.

“Want one?” Dutch stretched the packet of cigarettes his way, having one already between his lips.

“I ain’t in the mood for it right now, thanks.” One more glance at Sebastian; he’s still sleeping.

Dutch lit his cigarette as a means to say ‘suit ye’rself’, then kept talking, after a deep inhale and a puff out: “You really do like him.”

Arthur just hummed as response.

“I’m... sorry, Arthur.” Dutch continued. “If I ever came off as stuck up to you or him. Was just worried.” A sigh. “Worried all these people’ll be pulling us, the family of us, apart. Can’t you see how they’re trying to?”

Arthur remained silent; and it ain’t ‘cause he ain’t believin’ him. He just got a lot of thoughts and half of them were fighting the other half; a lil’ Civil War inside his head.

“We’re so close to the end now, Arthur.” A pat on the back. “We’re gonna see it through-”

“It’s been 20 years, Dutch...”

Man took offense at that and the tone ain’t been as comforting as before: “Have a bit of faith, son. We’re gonna see it through.” Another pat on the back, firmer this time. “I’m gonna go see about that trolley station Signor Valentini told us about.”

“It’s- What if it’s a set-up?”

“That’s what I’m gonna find out.”

And Arthur’s left alone with his thoughts yet again. A sigh as head’s flung into his palms, face rubbed thoroughly. What a goddamn mess; and he’s sitting ‘round, doing nothing. He should find the kid and get on those bounty hunts he promised.

But part o’ him just ain’t got the strength.

“Ughhh-ACH!” Sebastian grits his teeth trying to stand up.

“Seba-” up he goes, to his side.

“Arthur.”

“What the hell you do-”

“I killed Valentini.” He spits the name out like it was poison.

It takes a moment to register: “What?...”

“I fucking killed him.” Sebastian coughs from the effort. Arthur sits on the edge of the bed, still looking at him. “Bastard had it coming...”

So all those wounds were from that Stefano.

“Well you back at camp now.”

“This ain’t Clemens Point...”

“Had to move. Pinkertons...”

“Ah...”

It’s Arthur that takes the man’s hand, gingerly caressing the back of it, thumb rubbing over protruding veins. Sebastian hums at the touch.

“You a’right?” he asks. “And Isaac? Jack?”

“Jack’s fine. Isaac... Kid’s had it hard... But he’s gonna make a fine bounty hunter...”

Sebastian squeezed his hand:

“And you?...”

Silence for a moment, then a sigh: “Worried.” Arthur lets his head fall forward.

It’s on his heart, it’s on his tongue, but for some reason he ain’t got the courage to tell the man he missed him. He’s always been good on the kid, good on him... and he might just have saved them from whatever the hell Valentini had in store for them. Or maybe he made it worse. No matter... What’s done is done...

And he knew he did all that for them. Sebastian could have just... not gotten involved. But he did, and look where it’s brought ‘im.

Arthur ain’t no goddamn savior, but he’s gonna try. A hand waves up, a scratch of the beard, a touch of the necklace. A sigh.

“You’re still wearing it.” Sebastian’s voice is almost sweet.

“ ‘Course I am.” He replies without thinking. Another touch upon the engravings. Saint Sebastian. Pray for us. “I care ‘bout you.”

It’s a wheezed sigh from Sebastian as he tries to stand more upright; hands try to stead him:

“I thought of you-” And in that moment he sounded like Mary, as if the words came from what he hoped or dreamed was love.

And Arthur has to remind himself that he’s been through all these thoughts before, through all these motions, of holding him and getting held. And it ain’t out of shame that he ain’t all that affectionate... It’s ‘cause he’s doubting himself, and it ain’t about the queer part – he fucked him already; Arthur just ain’t all that worthy of love. And all these... That Sebastian went through all that just cause this fool happened to be himself seemed like such a cruel fate and one he ain’t quite knowin’ what to do about...

“I thought of you...” Arthur said at last; holds him closer. “I goddamn thought of you, thought you’d come back here.” It pours out, then he stops, lips pursing together as if he said too much already. “But you never did... And then I saw you back there and I-”

“I know.” Sebastian cuts him but voice is grim and hands squeeze together again. “I know.”

“Bastard; I missed you.” There he said that.

Sebastian draws nearer and Arthur leans in, forehead to forehead.

“Arthur.”

“Don’t you say it like that-”

“Why?” breath rolls from Sebastian’s thin lips out onto his cheek.

Christ-

“ ‘cause I end up wanting to-”

“Besame~” Sebastian bumps his nose into his own.

He ain’t knowin’ what that means but he ain’t even given the time to ask an answer. Lips onto lips the next moment. It’s somewhat sweet and somewhat rough, ‘cause he ain’t knowin’ what to do with his own goddamn mouth, and it’s salty as dried blood becomes wet again. And whatever force drew him in before, draws him in now: to push up against Sebastian, tongue unwillingly slipping between lips and to that the man moans. A guttural noise rumbles out from deep within his chest as response; hands go up to cup Sebastian’s face.

Then he pulls away, just a moment.

Thumbs run through thick, long beard, up his sideburns towards the cheeks. Eyes are closed, all he knows is touch.

Another stolen kiss, leaning ever further in, Sebastian underneath him. But that was a sound of pain.

Again, they part.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

He stays there, to stare at him. There’s fire in those dark brown eyes, ‘cause he’s stubborn, like a buck in a wolf’s teeth. Skin’s shaped by age and grimaces of pain and rage: eyebrows drawn together even when soft, the creases on his nose from all the snarling he’s been doing. Tanned skin’s black and blue now. Man fought... And he’s still in pain-

“Does it hurt?...”

Sebastian doesn’t reply, shifts away. And so does Arthur; lets him lay onto the bed. But man pins his hands in place when he wanna take them away:

“Don’t you let go-” He doesn’t, lets Sebastian’s face rest into the cup of his palm and head turns, nose bumping against his thumb. “Arthur... You happen to be all I got left.”

Lips get pushed together: “I ain’t worth that much-”

Sebastian grabs his collar: “To me.”

Such a visceral feelin’ grips him just like all of what Sebastian was; makes him clutch that face between his palms, caress it, inhale deeply. He ain’t worth much, let alone be the sole reason someone’s still alive. They found each other barely breathing, and what a goddamn mess that seems to of made of both o’them. They ain’t meant to be here, and still they were and here’s Sebastian, fists cuffed in is shirt pulling him in and under. And Arthur’s ready to sink in, dip down and kiss him again. He ain’t meant to desire but he can’t make heads or tails of all this and all this physicality between them makes him feel good... So he does lean in, to run a finger down the browned scab on the man’s chest. What pains he must of endured all those days he ain’t seen him; it feels like it’s his fault. Guilt pang inside his guts – along with something else, ‘cause Sebastian shivers under touch.

It’s softer this time when he asks: “Does it hurt?...”

A pause then: “Not when you touch it like that...”

“Can I-” His hands want to roam that body, touch it tenderly so it ain’t hurting. Fingers slip underneath, opening up the buttons; but Arthur’s watching the man’s face as he does so. Sebastian’s eyes flutter shut and lips part, the faintest gasp. Thumbs press over firm skin, run down the man’s chest, then to the sides. And Arthur’s entire being spurts with a cold, electric shiver, that then blooms warm from deep within his chest; repeat. Goosebumps on his skin. It feels good touching him like this...

He leans further in, until breath fawns over Sebastian’s neck, and despite smelling like blood, that musky scent that’s made him hard before’s still there. And hands keep running lower, feeling the scabs, the hardened bruises, the muscles-

Mouth dries up, lips almost threaten to go down, but he don’t, not yet.

“I’m gonna get you out.” A whisper and it sounded like a promise. “You and the kid, I’m gonna get you out-”

Door swings open, then immediately a shriek:

“Jesus Christ! Ain’t thought it was for real.” John. He pulls back. “Jesus! Arthur!”

Arthur stands straight up, squares his shoulder, voice harsh: “Keep it down, Marston!”

John becomes meek, pushes the plate he had in his hands forward: “Pearson sent me with food, said you weren’t eating enough and urhm, for Sebastian.”

A deep sigh; he takes the plates, offers one to a dishelmed Sebastian and keeps one for himself. A first bite; the rich stew flavor fills all corners of his mouth. If it weren’t for the scare he might have not forgotten ‘bout the discussion. And how this all tied up to John as well...

“John.” He puts the plate down. “Listen here.”

“What-”

“Listen. You get your kid, your woman, and you go. When the chance comes up you gotta go.”

“Arthur... What-... What ‘bout loyalty?... I- What’s gotten into you?” A gaze spared for Sebastian. “Him?”

An exaggerated sigh: “Your kid’s got taken and you’re thinkin’ o’ loyalty? We been loyal, look where it’s gotten us. You got a family, John. And it’s about time it comes first.”  

John steps backwards, rubs the back of his neck:

“Shit, Arthur- I mean I ain’t thought about it like that...” He sits down; Sebastian’s quietly eating in the corner, on the bed. “I know I said that Jack ain’t chose this life. And Dutch. He keeps talking about something beyond this, but I don’t know. Feels like there’s no end to this.”

Arthur purses his lips, gets a seat for himself as well, next to Sebastian.

“You really think there’s an end?” John’s gotten serious.

“Dunno.” Arthur’s gotta be honest; he’s been doubting it himself: “But I’m gonna try.”

“You think Dutch’s been lying to us all these years.”

Arthur gets back up again; it don’t sit right with him: “Don’t know what to think no more; Dutch, all o’ us.” A scratch of the beard. “But I ain’t letting Isaac become an outlaw.”

And Sebastian.

So there’s gotta be some way outta this.

There’s a glimmer of new-found resolution in John’s eyes: “Yeah.” He gets up, slapping his knees, and then finds himself speechless looking at Arthur and Sebastian. And as if the discussion from before never happened: “Jesus! I still can’t quite get it what you find in a man, Arthur-”

It’s a chuckle but tone’s as serious as himself: “If you ever say that again I’m gonna kill you.”

“A’right!” John shrieks in defeat, wants to get out, then stop: “Still... uhm, rest well you two. I guess...”

He gets out. Arthur turns to Sebastian:

“Can you believe I grew up with that moron-”

“I heard that!”

“Calm down, Marston!” Arthur beacons in return, then sighs, a wheezed chuckle. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“Good thing I never had siblings.” Sebastian smirks.

Laughter bursts out of him: “Ah... Sebastian I wanna take you huntin’ again.”

“Let’s go-”

“Not like that.”

“Where have I heard that before?” No don’t bring that back up; Arthur scoffs.

Conversation’s cut short by commotion outside. Long steps taken to the balcony and Sebastian tries to follow, staggering onto his feet. He’d stop him if worry wouldn’t keep him moving forward.

Hosea and Abigail were back, and he ain’t ever seen such a frown on that old man’s face.

“Where’s Dutch?” Hosea says.

“He went scouting for that trolley station.” Micah replies promptly.

“Bring him back, now.”

“On it, boss.”

“Oi, what’s the matter?” Sean came as if woken from the dead.

“Valentini’s been found murdered.”

“But that ain’t been us?”

“No. But we’re their best bet and the Pinkertons already know we’re in the area and now I fear they’ll sniff us out again.”

“Gotta get downstairs-” Arthur tells Sebastian, passing by him and the man tries to stagger behind. Oh, he can’t see him like that- “C’mon.” An arm around the waist and the other hoisted over the shoulder Arthur walks, or more like drags, the other with him out, before letting go.

Isaac runs to him and a firm hand’s placed on the boy’s shoulder.

“Arthur.” Hosea strides to him. “What you think of all this-”

“Shouldn’t we let Dutch decide on it?” Arthur ain’t made for this kind of responsibility.

“Yes, but what are you thinking about who or for what wanted Valentini-”

“I did it.” Sebastian speaks up. Hosea frowns again, but the man doesn’t back down: “He tortured me to get himself off for days. He knew about you. And Isaac-”

And Hosea harshens, even if only for a brief moment, but his fury scares him, and Sean and everyone around.

“I can’t criticize your action as I would have ‘cause you’re not part of this gang. At least not quite. Not yet. But you might have just put all of us in danger with that. And I want you to think on it, Sebastian.” It’s a threat, but not nearly as overt as half the gang might have put it. “Guess we’ll either have to keep quiet, real quiet, for a while, or find someplace else. And fast.”

“I could go looking-” Arthur tried.

“No, I wouldn’t send you out again; we might need the fire power... But let’s see what Dutch says.”

 “I say we do nothing.” Dutch wasn’t pleased with any of it, and it seemed like what hurt most was the fact that he just got wind of money ready to be stolen and now he ain’t allowed to get near ‘em. “We lie low. We send people scouting ahead for a new place, to look for any sign of the Pinkertons and we lie low.” Dutch leans over the table, looking intently at the map; Hosea was quiet. “Micah, Bill, Sean. You go up Roanoke Ridge, looking for a place. Arthur, you, Isaac and Charles look through the Bayou see if you can find anything.” The look Dutch gave him then, as if he knew he’d protest; Arthur didn’t. Not yet. “I’ll keep a lookout on here. See what I can do...”

Sebastian will come with them, ‘cause he ain’t leaving the man behind, not again. And he trusts Charles.

They left just some hours later, and rode until sunset; and it was almost uncharacteristically quiet, of all of ‘em. For Sebastian he knew man was in pain and he ain’t really the chatty type; Isaac’s in a tough spot, poor kid. He ain’t been able to get much outta him these past days, but he wished he could. And Charles; man was usually quiet ‘round everyone else, but not really ‘round him and that tipped him off to something.

They rode up until they found a small abandoned village by the looks of it. Lakay was written on a sign nearby.

No one said a word.

“Guess we should stop here for tonight.” Arthur sighed. “Charles? Help me set up the camp.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll get out the fishing rods.” Isaac dismounted.

And Sebastian tried as well; the groan was audible and the shake in his arms and body was goddamn visible and it made a pit inside his guts. He can’t rid of the guilt: he’s got the man here ‘cause he was a big goddamn fool and got himself shot, almost killed and left the kid almost fatherless. Lips purse:

“Take care there...” Arthur says, to Sebastian, who made steps to join Isaac on the edge of the water.

That lil’ smile... “Yeah.”

When head whips back to arranging the wood for the fire he catches Charles looking at him with... an expression. Then man lowers his gaze. Mouth’s dry again and he’s reminded of John and how he took that, ‘cause he ain’t been together with Sebastian in camp.

They held hands that one time...

And the pen. It’s still in his pocket.

“Hold it firm, Isaac.” Sebastian talked loud over the sound of his boy struggling to reel in a fish.

“What’s he caught!?” Arthur beacons.

“Heard there was big sturgeons here!” Sebastian answers.

“We’re gonna be feastin’ like kings tonight.” A chuckle.

Sebastian’s attention is back to Isaac: “Pull!”

And Arthur returns to his job, Charles’ look almost incessant by now:

“What’s it with you?” It ain’t harsh or scolding.

“Nothing...” Charles averts his gaze. “What you think of this place? Think this could serve as a camp?”

“Well place looks deserted, it’s pretty darn deep in the swamps; ain’t thinking they’ll come lookin’ for us here.”

“We’re running out of places to hide.”

“You tellin’ me...”

“I heard what you told John today.”

Shit-

“You should leave too, Arthur.” Charles continues, yet soundin’ so hopeless.

“You better do so too.”

“That’s of no importance-”

“You’re a good man, Charles.” Arthur cuts him. “You can get ye’rsefl a future that’s more than robbin’ and killin’.”

“Hm...” Charles takes out the flint to light the fire. “You changed, Arthur.”

“Dunno ‘bout that.” His head bends down as he gets up.

“Some time ago I wouldn’t have thought you cared this much for other people. I see things differently now.” First sparks fly. “And I think you do too.”

Brows are strung together: “Watchu meanin’?”

Charles doesn’t say something just points his chin towards Sebastian and Isaac, struggling to string up the fish outta the water.

“That ain’t no concern o’ yours.” And he almost sounded harsh- maybe the first time he ever talked so to Charles. A deep inhale. “Don’t take it the wrong way.”

“No, I understand.” Cheers of victory from behind them. Charles bends his head and points a hand at him chest. “I’m the same- And I thought like that of you.”

Heart shrinks in his chest.

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t apologize. Be happy, Arthur.”

He don’t know what words to say so lips drawn together and he turns to assist Sebastian and Isaac with that monster of a fish. Kid’s beaming for the first time in days.

“Caught him all by himself.” Sebastian sounds like a proud father. Now that’s a thought...

“What’re we waitin’ for then; let’s cut the beast open!” Knife’s out, ready to fillet the fish.

Scales off, then edge of then knife then gracefully guts the animal, before slicing it in 2 fingers worth sections and placing it on the grill with salt, pepper and a sprinkle of dried mint.

And they all ate like there was nothing else better:

“Thank you, Isaac.”

Boy perked up with a big smile on his face, then leaned into Sebastian: “He helped-”

“No, I didn’t-” Sebastian deflected, but Isaac wasn’t having it:

“Hush, you earned ye’r keep.”

“Careful, Arthur, Isaac’ll turn into quite the camp leader.” Charles seems to chuckle.

“I’m not Dutch.” Kid was offended.

“That you ain’t.” Arthur laughs, taking one more hefty bite outta the fatty fish, then a chunk of bread.

Sebastian straightened his back and stopped eating.

“What?”

“Sh. Be quiet.”

All of them perked up, listened for anything that might be moving. Silence, except the crackling of the fire.

Bushes rustle. An arrow.

“Look out!” Arthur’s first instinct is getting the kid down.

Charles’ on his feet, Sebastian struggled. Another arrow. A shot and someone stumbled out of the vegetation into the mud. There’s at least three more. He eyes one, but Sebastian’s quicker to shoot him in the neck. The one behind is Arthur’s.

A gunshot from below and behind. Another body tumbles to the ground.

Isaac shot the last one; there was no more fear in that boy’s eyes.

“We gotta burn the bodies.” Sebastian says promptly. “They ain’t gonna stay dead.” A green substance oozes from the corpses alongside the blood.

“Who were they?” Charles isn’t about to keep quiet. “Or what.”

“Fucking undead...” Sebastian spits.

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