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sualne · 8 months

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Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

#crocau ask #crocodad au #<- this one gets in the main tag cause this is important lore #i probably wont be able to show all of that in comic form so im glad i get to rant about it here!! it also turned out sadder than i expecte

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Hello! How are you? I wanted to make a request Wednesday x reader (male) are you already married or I don't know? where the reader is always cheerful, always wearing a smile and rarely seen with another expression. When Wednesday arrives and tells him that he has something for him and the reader thinks it's a gift, when he hands the reader a pregnancy x-ray with a note that says "surprise son of a bitch, you got me pregnant, that's supposed to be a baby, I don't know. " and the reader asks him if it is some kind of joke and Wednesday tells him that he believes that it is not a joke even though he would like it to be that it is quite serious and that the doctor told him that he is 5 weeks old or maybe 6? and the reader tells him that yes, what happens with the case of looking for that monster (the reader has his back turned) and she tells him that she quit yesterday that it doesn't make sense to her if she will look like a cow and that she won't be able to move well and that besides it's just a stupid case someone else will solve it and that she also says that (the reader) dream of her life was to be a father and he will continue talking until he realizes that the reader is sobbing and wants to cry, he calls her with a trembling voice and Wednesday begins to panic a bit since it is the first time he has seen the reader crying already who always sees him smiling and thinks it's because of what he said and doesn't want the reader to cry but he doesn't know what to do and the reader suddenly breaststrokes her shouting her name (while crying) Wednesday's first reaction is to get rid of it and accidentally pushes him off the stairs? A bonus: the reader is seen bandaged on his arms and head while he talks that he has thought of some baby names that if he wants to listen to them and Wednesday answers that of course first let the doctor check him and the reader says that he is fine I apologize if what I said is lake :) It's just that I saw it in a comic and I thought it would be nice if you did I love your writing :"3 what is written is translated by google since english is not my thing XD

A/N: I don't usually write for male readers, but I'll take a swing at this. The translation is a little rough, but I think I got the gist of it.

Wednesday x Male!Reader

Aged up cuz mawwage and babbus

You're wandering around your study, looking for a book to reference your research when your wife enters. You didn't notice until you're back in your chair and a file is thrown in front of you.

"Wednesday? What's this, darling?" You take the file with a smile and flip through it until it stops at a photo.

"Surprise," the goth deadpans. "It appears you've gotten me pregnant." Your brain short circuits for a moment. You look at the photo again and realize that it's a sonogram. The smile on your lips begins to wane, but its still there.

"Pregnant? A-are you sure? You're not joking, right?"

"Oh, how I wish it was a joke." She plops down on the chaise by your desk. "But according to the doctor, I am about 5 weeks in."

You stand up from your desk and pace around, still staring at the sonogram. "What about your investigations, my love? You're close to a breakthrough, are you not?" Wednesday just rolls her eyes.

"I'm barely showing now. This investigation will be done before I look like I'm smuggling a watermelon." She stands to walk towards you. "Afterwards, I will be taking some time off. I'm sure Mother would love to tend to my natal needs." A groan escapes her lips. "Besides, I know you wish to be a father. You were always good with handling those gremlins. This should be no different."

There's a pause and Wednesday isn't sure you heard her. When she places a hand on your shoulder, she feels a shudder. She turns you around and is greeted with tears in your eyes. There's a soft hiccup as you mutter her name. Wednesday is completely baffled.

Your lips are down-turned, completely opposite from its usual smile. Eyes are reddening and tears flowed like rivers. Wednesday can see that you're trying to keep it together, but the increasing number of sobs indicated a cracking resolve. This is uncharted territory and your wife knows not what to do.

In a sudden burst of energy, you throw your arms wide and charge towards your lover, crying out her name. Out of instinct, the goth dodges out of the way, causing you to run into the bookcase. The resulting impact caused the furniture to wobble and collapse into you with a crash.

-----+++++-----

You wobbled as you sat, a dopey smile on your face. Wednesday was carefully wrapping your head in a bandage. Your smile was back and you were giddy with joy.

"Antoinette? How about Morrigan? Edgar for a boy name? Morgan for gender neutral?

The goth sighs as you continue to list names. "Mon cher, we can continue this talk after the doctor sees you. We have plenty of time."

"My love, I'm fine. I hardly feel any pain."

Wednesday affectionately rolls her eyes. You were probably going to be worse than her in the coming months.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)#asks #requests

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mythicamagic · 15 days

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Xiaolumi Week Day One: Magpie. Chapter One.

Summary: Xiao has been acting strange- bringing back all kinds of pretty things to his room. Jewellery, nick-nacks and fine silks. After seeking out advice for this behaviour, Lumine comes to learn that her adeptus lover is...nesting.

Rated E for eventual smut. Read the whole thing on Ao3 soon: here

AN: For Xiaolumi Week 2024! I wanted to write a new oneshot everyday for it but didn't have the time after my assignments, so I've decided to break down this story into smaller chunks and just post a chapter every day for the ship week.

Todays theme was either First Encounters or First Time - and though this fic will include smut later it won't be for a few chapters, so I picked 'first time' but changed the meaning a little here. Enjoy!

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Chapter One

Xiao had been acting somewhat…odd, recently.

Not that a little weirdness was a bad thing, Lumine mused. Especially for someone like Xiao, with his sense of duty enforcing strict daily patrols- newness was usually a good and unexpected happiness in his life.

But that didn't make this any less baffling. Lumine sat atop Xiao's bed, or rather, what resembled his bed at Wangshu Inn. During the past week, he'd been changing it from its usual style:

The bedding was now comically fluffed up with comforters and excess pillows like a stowaway sumpter beast was hiding underneath the covers. He'd been adding so many blankets and covers it was any wonder they could both climb into it at all.

That was just the start though. Next, he'd begun adding random things to the walls and rafters, leaving and returning with new hoards each day. Silk scarves and gossamer drapes wrapped around his bed posts. Trinkets he'd usually never care for were abundant. Tiny glass figurines, starconches, ore stones, fresh qingxin flowers and jewellery littered the nightstand and windows. They glittered in the sunlight, casting pretty hues.

During it all, Xiao added everything with quick, agitated movements. He'd occasionally stop and look at his handiwork, before tucking more filling under the bed or adjusting the drapes.

"This Spring cleaning session has been going on for a little while now, hm?" Lumine smiled. She'd tried gently asking about it before, but he always brushed her off.

"Almost done…I think," Xiao muttered distractedly. He didn't look at her, focusing solely on the bed. "No, there’s still something missing…"

Lumine's brows pulled together. She reached out and caught his face in her hands. "Xiao, look at me."

She waited until his murky gaze connected with hers, offering a concerned smile. "I think it's great you're interested in something new like this for the first time. Decorating is a really fun hobby- but you're kind of worrying me. You seem distracted, almost like you’re losing sleep over it. Anything you want to talk about?"

Xiao took a shaky breath. His skin felt hot and clammy under her touch. He reached for her, only to gently grasp her wrists. He kissed her outstretched fingers in parting as he pulled away and created distance between them.

"I'm fine. Don't be concerned."

Lumine frowned.

He took one look at her expression and faltered, clearing his throat.

"That is to say, this is just something I feel like I need to do. I'm not entirely sure why. It's as though there's an itch in the back of my skull," he uttered thinly, gazing at the room again as if he couldn't bear to stop looking at it, searching for something inexplicable. Luminous golden eyes then swung to her unexpectedly- striking her like a lance. Intense. Hungry.

"And I can't add to the room unless you're here. It's not right until you're with me. On our bed."

Her heart skipped a beat and picked up the tempo until it pounded. Xiao was usually so logical. Curt and no nonsense. The only time she glimpsed a more feral nature, befitting of a Yaksha was in the field fighting monsters. This was no fight or flight response though- there was an unfamiliar quality about how he was holding himself: looking at her. All coiled tight, tense muscles at the ready.

Why was he looking at her like that?

Heat rose to her cheeks. It was Lumine's turn to look away and distractedly gaze around the room. “Right. Okay. Well, if that's the case, and you really feel you need to- then sure, keep going! But can I help too?”

“You want to…help me build it?” he rasped, eyes widening.

Build it?

She nodded slowly, not sure what she was agreeing to but wanting to be useful. "Sure, of course. Always happy to lend a hand."

A shudder went through him like he'd been afflicted with electro. Xiao closed his eyes, breathing deeply as his chest heaved. Lumine quickly stood from the bed. “Xiao? Are you alright?”

He held up a palm to signal she stay back, panting softly and bowing his head. Inky dark hair obscured his expression- but his ears betrayed him, holding a faint red tinge.

Lumine felt her own blush return with a vengeance. Had she said something strange?

“I'll…see you later. Just add whatever you want to the room-” was all he said, disappearing shortly after in a plume of dark matter.

#xiaolumi #xiao genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #Xiaolumi fanfic #xiao x lumine

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davekat-sucks · 4 months

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After reading your recent posts about wanting to distance yourself from homestuck eventually makes me feel bad too send asks because it means more homestuck is being streamlined to you

About a year ago i dropped homestuck after losing interest once again (this happens on and off) and only got into it recently because i currently can't really play video games at the moment so i ended up returning to homestuck. I think a big reason why i can get back into it so easily is because its FREE all you need is an internet connection and you get the massive amount of content from the comic and fandom, there's just soo much too engaged with even if it's not all good. Despite all my problems with Homestuck i still do like it but one thing i wish is What Pumpkin would just let it go, HS2 and Hiveswap are dumpster fires. It feels like they're milking a dead cow, this series would be better off if the poor decision making stopped at the comic itself. I just want it to be left untouched by a company and have it be supported by the love of the fanbase. I'm homestucked out but i like the character enough and shipping them as well will probably keep me hooked for awhile.

I guess I'll throw in what i was originally going too say anyway. I think homestuck took a massive drop in writing quality after murderstuck. Like why is everyone just standing on the meteor? You guys aren't going to get more serious after all that? Was there any reason as to why no one could've texted John or Jade while separated? I genuinely don't remember there being a reason. I thought Kanaya coming back to life was stupid, the Gamzee and Terezi thing gross, Rose being an alcoholic then drunk making out with Kanaya also being gross, Karkat and Dave being bystanding asshole during all this, Wayward Vagabond being practically a stuffed animal, like what is this? After murderstuck you could definitely feel the decline but there where some decent moments spread out afterwards with Caliborn being the main one stealing the show. I think Hussie really liked Caliborn, you can tell he had so much fun writing him. I like to believe Hussie went wild with Caliborn because he could get away with all the edgy stupid stuff with him because he's a villain, Hussie had obviously gave into the demands of the fans and i think even he got tired of it, Caliborn was the perfect blank slate for him to have some real freedom in writing again, Caliborns character is really in line with Hussies older sense of humor. Despite still giving into demands every other time, Caliborn got too be want Hussie actually wanted. Oooh Caliborn how you almost saved Homestuck, at least you get to be the best character in the end.

It's fine to still send asks about Homestuck here. Moving on doesn't happen overnight and I'm often sticking around more to speak out about the flaws. From the series itself, the fandom, or the current culture that surrounds it. It can be applied to other groups like those who like anime, comics, video games, etc. Homestuck is just one niche I focus on because I'm familiar with it. There are many other people online that talk about these similar topics that do it better than I ever could. But I agree that WhatPumpkin should just let the base webcomic end just there. No need to focus more on Epilogues, Homestuck^2, or Homestuck Beyond Canon. Let people interpret their own endings. Homestuck may not have been able to leave a mark in media history like what Undertale or FNAF did, but it's better to let it end there as it is. The story really felt going down after Murderstuck. Cascade was probably the only greatest thing left behind. Then Act 6 kicked in. There are many plot holes and questions to be raised about it. From things like why can't Dave/Rose or the other living trolls on the meteor use Trollian or any of their communication devices like they had before? There's nothing said about their travel to the Alpha Session will block communication between the two parties. I hate how Dave and Karkat stood on the sidelines as Rose/Kanaya and Gamzee/Terezi go through hell with their problems. Why wasn't Wayward Vagabond doing more to try and communicate with the others? Can Town and being a mayor is his dream, but we have seen him become a leader of his own to his own people. WV had communicate with John to act as his Exile, so why not the same with Dave, Rose, and the other living trolls? Where was he when the others went into the Dream Bubbles? Carapacians are not allowed there? Is still on the meteor to 'protect' the base? Was that the only time they left him alone like he was some housepet? Wouldn't it be better to have Wayward Vagabond that's now revived, stay on the Prospitian ship that John and Jade were on so that they could be with Dave and Rose? Wayward Vagabond would have a better time to try and get all the Carapacians to be ready when they arrived in the Alpha session. Where were the Carapacians by Post Retcon and Collide? By Post Retcon, the ones on the Prospitian ship and those with Roxy should be alive by then. Casey also was there to summon undead consorts during Jake vs The Felt fight. Wouldn't that mean the other consorts were still there Prospitian ship that John and Jade were on, could have joined the battle? There are too many plot holes and vague answers still around because of Act 6 and Post Retcon that it makes people question the quality and how the story was leading up to this. I do believe as well that Caliborn was the only way for Hussie to let himself use his old edgey humor. Dave and Dirk were there, but those two had their character development and he needed another being to stand in his place. Other characters that fit would have been dead and he had to come with some bullshit reason to bring them back. So it's better to make an original OC than to reuse another character. Caliborn really was the best as he really made lots of changeups and excitement to the series. If not only in narrative standpoint, but also in meta in the sense that he was able to change the website readers would be on. You had to be there with old flash to see him banging on the console that the link and panel you were trying to read, shook with every hit and everything gets scrambled and falling apart. Calliope hasn't done anything like that despite that we are suppose to root for her as the good guy that will join the heroes. Caliborn is just that amazing. Act 6 may have been carried by people like Dirk and Roxy, but Caliborn flexed it up high like Atlas did with the World.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #Andrew Hussie #WhatPumpkin #What Pumpkin #James Roach

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bi-demon-ium · 1 year

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S2 EP 6 LIVEBLOG

not me asleep for five minutes before this and rushing to get everything up and ready dflgkjghljfgh

ANYWAY

GAYFEAR.PNG

particularly for curtain to discover whats going on + benedict & number two’s “sewing discord” + the Brainsweeper + etc

GENTLY APPLY SOME HANDCUFFS

hey I bet that’s rhonda!!!!!!!!

or milligan rhonda and miss perumal

KATE’S FACE WHEN THE WATER POLO PLAYER FELL THEN WAS SLOWLY DRAGGED BACK IN

RHONDA!!!!! RHONDA MY BELOVED I LOVE HER

ohhhhh hug

kate and martina my beloveds

CONSTANCE dflkgjdfg “LOADED question”

oh so is dr garrison actually going to team up with them???? nice!!!!

also have I mentioned I kinda like her new unhinged person hair

also rhonda looks so good

“you okay with this constance?” aw<3 LKJDFLGKJDG PLUS HER RESPONSE AND “it’s true 😔”

WE ARE INDEPENDENT CONTRACTORS DLGFKJDF OPEN TO A BUYOUT

uh oh ! the greys!

water polo team vs the greys?

slkgj dr garrison immediately fleeing

hang on that sounded like—tranq darts??

MILLIGAN

THE “HELLO”

MILLIGAN GOT HIS TRANQ GUN!!!!!

wait so miss perumal and milligan surrounded by greys earlier they just????? what??? beat the shit out of them too???? amazing

oh here’s everyone running in the field!!! nice music

uh oh miss perumal is chasing constance

“TAKE ME” OHHHH SHES DISTRACTING THEM OHHHH

MARTINA KATE AND MILLIGAN TRIO???? OHH????

oh no milligan got tazed! fuck

fdogldfkgjdfg [paralyzed in back seat flat on back] Just. Drive

UHHH OH GANG SPLIT UP IN THE DARK

reynie and rhonda on motorcycle, constance in the dark, kate milligan and martina in van, miss perumal captured, and… I didn’t see where sticky went?

curtains…. hypnotizing or powering up the child??????? this is so weird I hate this

I feel like he’s charging this kid like a battery

MR BENEDICT<333

I mean big worry bc of the outfit but also <333

twi-night gkhljflgjhfgh

and curtain’s response and continuing to needle him about it

okay see now it seems like mr b ISN’T fully hypnotized but it’s not like he wasn’t unhypnotized and I don’t think he’s acting either bc he’s acting weird and wrong still

then again I guess it’s not quite as simple past the initial burst as “is just extremely comically happy/out of their mind” but then that’s kind of how the others seemed?

“she doesn’t weigh me down” oh no

“WELL I DO NOT WANT TO BE A BURDEN ANYMORE” OH I KNOW ITS LIKE. BUT.

uh oh! a task!

DUSKWORT/DUSKWART? A RARE BUT POWERFUL SEDATIVE? OH?

STOP FUCKING MAKING WEIGHT JOKES IM GOING TO KILL YOU

comedy of orange peel man ruined by weight joke.

Now’s The Time For Feedback.

cutting the hair :(

“I know it needs to be done.”

I mean you didn’t exactly “agree” to separate

INTERESTING CONSIDERING THE SOURCE

OH NO MILLIGAN. OH MILLIGAN. I LOVE YOU BUT. OH. :/

lkgfjgh “im formulating a plan 😌”

also unexpected rhonda and reynie bonding time! nice!

also once again im saying: rhonda is so beautiful

oh also I bet reynie screaming is coming

also very funny if it’s just rhonda going “just scream out your feelings” and him going “what” and shes like “it’ll make you feel better<3”

oh reynie :( “I missed up everything”

I was RIGHT SHES TELLING HIM TO YELL I WAS RIGHT IM SO HAPPY

well, mostly right

REYNIE YOUR SWEATER VEST???

yes youre allowed to be angry beloved

dlfkgjdfg slowly picking up the sweater vest

ah constance and sticky were together that make sense

I feel like I knew that

ANYWAY

“This Is Child Abandonment. You Will Be Fined.”

constance and sticky bonding finally!!!!

they’ve always had some tension so this is good

uh oh

I bet this is catatonia

UH OH YEAH

OH NO

THAT’S BAD ITS NOT JUST ACOLYTES IN THE COMPOUND

OH NO OH NO OH NO

OH THAT’S SO BAD OH GOD NO

this is extremely suspicious somehow I don’t know why I think that but it is

maybe ive just been trained to think small inns like this are traps ldfkgjdfg

A COMMITMENT TO ALL THINGS COZY<3 ROLL CREDITS

fire is not very cozy :(

plot twist curtain burned it down don’t ask me why. he hates coziness

LKJDFGJG CONSTANCE<3 How Much Truth Do You Want.

all things boat !

they haven’t even shown any signs of being paid, they’re children without parents with them????? suspicious or friendly?????

I know I know, snakes everywhere

but COME ON IT’S WEIRD RIGHT

“we must flee this place” see I think constance is being intuitive not grumpy

ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS TOP ATTACHES

LDFKGJLDKFGJ JEFFERS

LUDICRIOUS COVER SAW THROUGH IT RIGHT AWAY

I LOVE JEFFERS YOU IDIOT

kjgkghfgh the very obvious [hangs head] I haven’t found them :(

LKDFJGLKJG HANGING UP ON HIM. RIP JEFFERS

miss perumal is going to destroy him

jackson and jillson time! uh oh!

UH OH TIME FOR HIM TO FIND OUT

I LOVE JACKSON AND JILLSON SO MUCH

“and they’re not moving” he looks actually upset uh oh

“it’s not possible haha” everyone is unconvinced

denial of course we knew

for their privacy, asshole

CHEMICAL MISFIRE IN THEIR BRAINS? IRREVERSIABLE

HIS FACE LDFKJGDFG “OH”

of course you don’t. idiot. I hate you

milligan I love you but entering alone in disguise is also a bad idea

martina having to watch her gf’s daddy issues play out in hd

I love how she continues milligan and kate equal amounts Her Players/Team. and her trying to pep talk them lgdhkjfghj 😭

is there duskwort in those scones. or some shit.

their weird waiting for a reaction

“the crumb isn’t right, is it? your dough was too wet.”

constance I love you but why are you bullying them. genuine question is there a reason

“you’re so selfish!” uh oh!

also wait this is the episode where constance is “surprisingly intrigued” by curtain’s tv special right? so I be—YEAH YEAH FUCK

UH OH

once again trying to explode him with her brain

uh oh. now thin—“negative thoughts only cloud the mind” her face oh no this is bad

oh THIS IS BAD

can you imagine constance going full happy positive and sticky being like wiat no I take it back wheres my rude mean little sister

NO NO N O NO N O NO NO N O NO NO N O NO NO THE SMILE NO

martina i adore you

“no matter what goes down, im glad we got to hang out again” <3

madge’s honor? lkdfjgdkfjg

milligan. ldkfjglkdjfg.

“but standing by if you need me while also giving you space” + martina’s reaction ohh

“he’s just worried”

“my parents are nice people” “but are they interested in my life?” “your dad’s trying. he’s interested” ohhhh

also martina not an orphan confirmed huh

well they could be foster parents but you know

sticky’s going to apologize for snapping and then—

OH YEAH :(

OH THIS IS BAD

TERRIFYING

wow that was an abrupt cut to commericals huh

could have lingered on her creepy smile as she said “of course”

anyway.

i cant believe they whammied constance?????

“SHE IS BREAKING ME SOFIA”

deep breaths, we have to try—this is definitely something shady

recruitment for curtain?

shes going to say something nice or something

shes being so weird and cheerful I hate it wheres my mean grumpy daughter?????

although the couple/siblings (?) reaction was good

oh the little music playing I love that thing

oh hes going to get so excited about infodumping about boatwright he’s distracted by her whammiedness

“shes very brave. and a good friend” gf talk dlfkgjdfg

milligan is very similar

“im confused too.” [she looks up in surprise]

OHHHH KATE AND MILLIGAN HUG OHHHHH

whos going to come out of the woods

AH rhonda and reynie!!!!

RHONDA AND MILLIGAN HUG???? ADORABLE BUT LIKE

BRO IF MR BENEDICT DOESN’T GET A HUG IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

constance sounds so unlike herself it’s so weird I hate this :(

“did you just call me sticky” “of course! that’s your name, silly!”

THAT’S HOW HE GOT IT LKHJFGHFH

DKGLJDGLHKJFGLHKJFLGKHJFGLKHJ

JEFFERS WHAT IS THAT POSE

“FOUND YA!”

HE’S SUCH A NERD

I HATE THIS MAN

DLJFGLKFJG ITS TAKEN ME A LONG TIME TO REBUILD MY SELF ES—SIR PLEASE

TO KNOW DEEP IN MY HEART I CAN SECURE A PERIMETER LKDGFJG

oh no is he going to rat them out?????? oh wait no probablt sedating him

headmaster shu

time. time with each other. so thank you. “you’re welcome, nicholas.”

oh there’s no way curtain doesn’t immediately know whats going on his face is too. flgkhjfgh

although seeing curtain here is weird

mr benedict telling jokes and never collapsing

and curtain not doing his LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY THING

DLFKGJDLFKGJDKFJG Jackson and jillson “hello CROWE”

“a very exclusive list of traitors. when you betrayed us”

LKDJGLKJG EXTREMELY BUSY I THOUGHT HE SAID “EXTREMELY PISSY”

THEY. THEY RECCOMENDED HER? OH

ohhhhhhhhhh

martina awkwardly widening her arms to hug both of them at once ldkfgjldkfgjlgkhjfghfgh

of all the hugs I hoped we gte I admittedly did not predict jackson jillson and martina???

EVERYONE’S REUNITED?? ALMOST???

“TURNS OUT THE WHOLE VAN THING IS A CRIME” LFDKGDFG

ohhh another kate and martina hug but kate initiated glkfgjh 🥺

rhonda: if you ever need a job—dglhjhlfgkjhfgh

I kinda expected her to leave but still sad :(

“your’e too easy, nicholas. I can keep the puns flowing all day”

but it doesn’t look like hes fallen asleep

number two’s expression did NOT look happy

is he going to stop curtain from drinking?

mr benedict your feelings are written all over your face you are terrible at this

oh. oh no

mrs two? did he just say mrs two?

number twod;fgkd lfgjdkfjg that awkward shoulder pat

oh hes WHAMMYING HER OH NO

OH NO THAT WAS THE END? WHAT THE FUCK

#WHAT THE FUCK #mbs spoilers #mbs disney #tmbs #mbs #the mysterious benedict society #mbs liveblog

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mk-wizard · 11 months

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Feminism vs. Fiction: Where I stand... well...

Hello friends and by now, everyone has seen THIS commercial...

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I have some words to say about it and before I do, I want to make it clear that I myself am a feminist, but I am also an artist who believes in artistic freedom. With that said, the real problem when designing female fictional doesn’t lie in their pretty faces or pants sizes. The problem was that at one time, in their clothes. Or rather, how little clothes they were wearing.

It is perfectly fine for a female character to have a pretty face and a sexy figure because male characters usually do have pretty faces and sexy figures too. However, I have to admit this as a friend to my fellow artists that the real difference was that the male characters looked like they were dressed to go to battle whereas most of the female characters looked like they were dressed to go pole dancing.

And I can’t lie. As a woman, THAT rubbed me the wrong way. I myself draw my female characters pretty as well as fit and trim because I like making my characters look nice and they will usually be in situations where they should be physically fit in order to their tasks. And I also don’t shy away from having them have cleavage, cropped tops, skirts, dresses and even bathing suits, but, they are still clothed and don’t design outfits inspired by X-Rated movies. Not because it makes me feel objectified or bad about my body. It’s because I don’t want to play a game that makes me feel embarrassed or not know where to put my eyes. And in the defense of all video game fans, we play video games because we want to have fun. Sure, we all (some of us still are) going through the fictional character crush phase, but video games are digital toys not adult toys. If I am paying $50 for a game minimum, I expect it to be fun and I will bet you a steak dinner that regardless of how hot the female characters are, if the game is boring, buggy and the controls are a complete nightmare, even a straight dude will be disappointed and angry. If someone wants Playboy, they’ll buy Playboy. When someone buys a video game, they expect it to be a video game.

In the defense of the video industry, 90% of the video games now keep the female characters classy. Yes, some still play up fanservice a bit too hard, but they are not the norm. They don’t need to be fat or ugly. I would argue for most female characters, making them overweight makes no sense. As for making them being pretty, that’s the artist’s choice and right. And I have to agree with Endymion on this one (see his video below), the complaints always seem to be directed at female characters which within itself a sexist double standard.

Not to mention it actually worries me that people think that being fat is the normalized body type for women now. Plus, making video game females plus sized and plain won’t make them anymore realistic because nobody in real life hunts dinosaurs, participates in the Mortal Kombat tournament, is a jedi, fights killer robots, is enduring the zombie apocalypse, or anything else that you only do or can only be in make believe.

Video games are NOT real. I can understand asking for characters to be dressed with class, but everything else is harmless. Dove’s latest campaign had its heart in right place, but it’s addressing a problem that doesn’t exist.

It’s ok to ask for some class, but please don’t ask a fantasy to stop being a fantasy.

PS: I would feel just as embarrassed and not be able to enjoy the game if the male characters dressed like strippers or butt naked in the middle of a fight. Unless it is just a moment of comic relief, doing that looks ridiculous and it makes the company who made the game look desperate.

This is Endymion’s video by the way. Please give it a watch.

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#feminism #video game #female characters #character design #reasonable #class #dove is wrong

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also do you have any unpopular opinions about either the gl corps or the old guard (or both if you're feeling it)

oh, i can never pass on the opportunity to be a hater, thank you <33

i hate how the glc are now militarized, with shore leaves and a strict hierarchy and police/army language used by the corps themselves. i understand that they fight so there must be some kind of tactical and fighter aspect, but i hate how they're so much like an army instead of a bunch of people supposed to just help their sector. everytime guy calls himself a cop i die a little inside, full hate intended. you'd think the kid abused by his drunken cop of a father wouldn't idealize the profession so much but i guess the writers don't think that much! that and the critical lack of imagination the creators have for aliens culture. maybe if they stopped licking the us boots for a second we could have more interesting than 'it's just like earth but with funny colors!'. i did consider committing a crime when i saw that isamot's gf had boobs (she's a lizarkon, like him), or when every single planet has the same way of acting than the us (when on earth you only got one us, and many other countries. the way they write their alien planet you'd think they all have one country and one city and nothing more, not even two different cultures on the same planet ffs). i also hate the parallax retcon, but that one isn't unpopular it's a 50/50 situation from what i've seen

it's been a while since i actively interacted with tog so no idea what's unpopular or not these days, but quynh isn't crazy she's hurt beyond comprehension and deserves consideration that the comics haven't given her in full with her u-turn to a bad guy with little explanation. but also, the comics are fine (not great but not bad either), and the people who hate on them haven't read them or are too attached to the movie, you just need two different approaches to enjoy them both. the sequel shouldn't have a jn flashback, and andy's breakdown at the end of vol.2 makes sense, even if the others' reaction doesn't at all (they just fought to get booker back despite the exile, and now they're all abandoning andy out of the blue isn't of sticking with her? i call bullshit). nile's lack of recognition by the fandom while upsetting unfortunately isn't surprising, and i think a good portion of her story should focus on her grieving her life and family, which doesn't really happen in vol.2 and that's a shame, i think it should be addressed more closely in the sequel because she just lost her entire life. but also, i think too many people forget that it's a netflix action movie first and foremost, and while we got some good commentary out of it about humanity and its purpose, the main takeaway should be that people can fuck you up with a sword and a gun and that it's sexy as hell when they do, that and that military propaganda slither its way into anything and you gotta be careful. and also that fandom is stupid as shit because the 'he thinks you're a mouse' isn't a private joke between joe and nicky, it's literally to mock merrick, omg you people lack media comprehension skills to a level that worries me

anyway thanks for enabling me friend <3 i won't publish the first ask but now that it made me snort out loud, and also my deepest condolences for this moment you suffered through, i wouldn't have made it out alive if i were you

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#i had the mouse one for a long while. insert the 'you're all so stupid' meme. can't believe that was a legit thing for so long when joe is #just mocking merrick's morals and ethics lmao #you see people make meta post pages long and then they can't understand two lines of dialogues #asks #scattered-winter

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Part 2 Kate's Awakening

Kate's Pov.

I was running. Running down a long hall, a seemingly never ending hall. Kraang droids chasing me. All too soon the caught me. Dragging me away they started to hitting me and tazeing me. All because I wouldn't answer their questions. I couldn't even understand their questions half the time, not that I would answer them if I could. They tased me again. This is extremely out of character for them. I shut my eyes and hoped for the best.

Things were dark and I could hear faint mumbling around me. Sensing them getting closer I start to panick. I waited until I felt like they were closer enough then I made my move. Opening my eyes and springing up I grab and flip the closest guy to me over my head and kick him back. I turn again taking a defensive position that's when I recognize them.

"Donnie?" I asked my voice hoarse, "Where am I, how did I get here why are you here, where, how, Kraang?" I started panicking at that last part.

"Its fine, you're okay!" He replied quickly trying to calm me, "We got you out there, and now you back the Lair."

I turned my head looking around. Raph started approaching us, and Mikey was eating pizza while reading some comic book not paying attention. Then I see Leo he was kind of hunched over holding his stomach when he came over. I relaxed, "I'm so sorry Leo! I didn't realize."

"I'm not you should do that more often." Raph laughed.

"It's fine I get it." Leo stood up straight glaring at Raph.

"Well it really is nothing. My T-phone just broke while I was saving you and Kirby," he responded shyly, "So I'm just fixing that and looking at what I can improve."

"Oh, sorry about that," I responded quickly, "How'd you make these anyway?"

"You don't need to be I mean it was my fault for going in it alone." Donnie sighed as a puff of smoke blew up from his gadget. He then went off on a rather long explanation of the workings of the tphone.

It didn't entirely make sense, but I got the jist of it. "Wow that sound pretty complicated I hope it works out they way you want to," I say

"Eh kinda but I almost got it," he turned back to his work concentrating on the wires once more.

"Well I'd better get going I think it's dark enough now." I said beginning to walk away.

"See ya" he called before the door closed.

Walking out into the I see all the other turtles. Raphs reading a comic book, while Leo and Mikey watch the ending to their episode of Space Heros. Splinter must have gone to sleep, or is meditating I thought to myself April and Kirby have already left too.

"Hey guys I figured it's time for me to head out," I called out after stopping for a moment, "Thanks for everything."

"It was no problem, I'm glad we could help," Leo responded getting up and walking over to you, "I'll walk you home so you don't get lost k?"

I pondered on this for a moment and figured I might as well accept the offer. I mean it would be safer and you be able to get to know one of them better.

"Sure, why not," I smiled.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt donatello #tmnt fandom #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey #fandom #fanfic #donnie×reader #tmnt donnie x reader

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sorry i gotta say

i promise im not a rose anti because rose antis get mad at her simply existing and i get specifically mad at the choices rose made during turn left after Buckingham Place that physically and psychologically fucked around with Donna like Ten did to Mickey and then later to Martha and her family simply to be summed up at 'i was trying to come back... to you' and he respond at the end 'does it need saying?'

because girl what did you expect from doctordonna!donna saying 'i got the best bit of the doctor: his mind' and KNOWING THAT TEN CAN NOW SENSE DONNA TELEPATHICALLY (nine even said: i would feel it [taps temple] in here) you thought he wouldnt see all that from turn left????

rose: 'i dont know, it just sounded like something he would say. [giggling]

donna: [rightfully furious, knowing that rose just lured her the whole time into a suicide mission the second rose was told by donna that the doctor died under the thames via racnoss; roars] YOU LIAR!

rose: [smile wiped, slight flinch because its remincent of both 9's anger towards the daleks (and cassandra) as well as Ten's anger towards Mr Connolly, now being directed towards herself.]

later rose states very clearly to donna: 'i thought it was just the doctor we needed but, its the both of you. The Doctor And Donna Noble, together

like thats gotta be a right smack to rose because she is SO USED TO HEARING, SO USED TO BEING TOLD, SO USED TO BEING REMINDED OF 'the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis as it should be' and THE WHOLE UNIVERSES THAT SHE HAS TRAVELED TO WHERE THE STARS - GALAXIES - UNIVERSES UPON UNIVERSES INCLUDING turn left OUTRIGHT TELL HER NOPE ITS THE DOCTORDONNA - THE DOCTOR AND DONNA NOBLE IN THE TARDIS AS IT IS FORETOLD, AS IT SHOULD BE like baby im sorry but as soon as he called her his friend just like how he refers the master as an old friend - you aint stood a chance in staying with him as soon as he refered to tentoo as his ninth self before he met rose.

AND YOU EXPECTED HIM TO STILL SAY I L-- GIRL GIRL GIRL NOOO

like even in both scenes (deleted and televised) like doctordonna herself via the 'let me break this down for you' nine/ten's speech pattern of - just just

Tenth Doctor: [to Rose and DoctorDonna!Ten/Handy/Tentoo Tyler] The Doctor in the Tardis, with Rose Tyler as it should be

Rose: but what about you?

Tenth Doctor: [lying to make it easier, nods to Donna] Oh, I'm fine, I got madam! (possibly 'madame' after he love his french phrases)

DoctorDonna!Donna: [nine ref where in the comic he shared a mind briefly with rose, hence her still forlorn expression during the convo] A human with a time lord brain: perfect combination! [ten ref to rose and ten forever convo] We can travel the universe forever. Best friends! [ten and donna exclaiming] And equals. [ten's 'well' shrug saying this] Just what skinny boy needs: an equal. [donna breaking it down herself, literally backing up to what he just said]

if you look at his expression while she speaks, you can tell that this is all ten saying this through donna - him chuckling when she calls him skinny boy because thats when she steps in - before actually keeping that same expression at the word 'equal' being repeated and him nodding along while doing so.

HE TOLD HER THAT HIMSELF, its just that donna gives it a compassionate tone that the doctor would lack

and then they continue what we see later on tv and I FIND THAT WILD THAT THEY HAD THIS CONVO AND THEN SHE ASKED THE 'what were you going to say? On that beach' scene like girl girl girl omg godddd.

like you don't deserve him because he told you via his own friend telling you that you dont deserve him but he didnt deserve you either girl, get that tentoo babes like wooooo

And then the very thing after waters of mars is go full time lord victorious IE HIS FULL GENOCIDAL RUN FOR DONNA, BURNING THE UNIVERSE, KILLING DEATH, FULL BADWOLF!DOCTOR TO WHERE HIS NINTH AND EIGHTH SELFHAD TO STOP HIM LIKE ALL THAT FOR DONNA BUT crickets. crumbs. sand particles. constant abandonment on his end. questioning where u at instead of straight up running until you find her and have her by your side. rose girl you wasnt just disrespected in not getting an answer that you tore through universe to get but also that the choices and attitude you made and expressed that is nos part of donna's mind, memories - that whole episode of turn left - ended up being the final nail in the coffin for him just leaving you behind with the memory of the love you and him will never have and never will own without you becoming the weapon he would discard and him becoming yet another man you just settled for.

oof love the doctorrose ship but also god what a shish kabob of crumbs if this is what yall still want to settle for 'hetero romance'

no wonder billie doing so many of her own and other projeespecially if its the one ship that was only around for the respect of the memory of a dead regeneration like oof like damn shit this hurtscts so she doesn't go to the 60th anniversary except in archival footage

especially if its the one ship that was only around for the respect of the memory of a dead regeneration like oof like damn shit this hurts

no wonder the tenth doctor adventures with rose is bland as hell - its like listening to a divorced couple trying and failing to get that spark but its just embarrassing for both parties because the last two (4 technically) other yt men she was with died via invasion scenarios or hubris at the wrong time and place and a poc significant other left her because of HER NEGLIGENCE AND TREATING HIM LESSER (i see where ten got that quirk from while using 'mourning rose absence' as a crutch but yeah not all of rose's quirks were good and lovey dovey because he also picked up her casanova quirk (rose with jack and adam and ten with poisson and cleo, funny how ppl hate those episodes but isnt really admitting the REAL reason why and giving excuses or blaming the writers for not catering to their self yt insert fantasies. THE JOAN REDFERN ARC IS VERY CLEARLY BANGING YOU ON THE HEAD ABOUT THIS BETWEEN FOBWATCHED TEN AND JOAN MIRRORING AN 1800S VERSION OF TEN AND ROSE TREATMENT TOWARDS MICKEY AND MARTHA AND THE FACT YALL PRETEND NOT TO SEE IT IS THE VERY REASON THAT LIKE JOAN AND ROSE, YOU WILL BE LEFT IMMEDIATELY BEHIND LIKE ROSE AND JOAN REGARDLESS OR NOT IF YOU HAVE A HAPPY LIFE OR NOT. THAT IS THE MERCY OF THE DOCTOR TO CATER TO YOUR mainly yt...EGO) bland. af.

meanwhile [blasts the donna theme] DOCTOR SAID I ONLY LOVE 'platonical romantically' DONNA AND THATS WHO I AM IMPRESSING LOOK AT MY NEW HANNIBAL LECTER PLAID SUIT MY 8TH DOCTOR AUDIO BLUE COAT PRE-TIME WAR BUT FRESH OFF TLV. YOU GOT A KID NAME ROSE? NEAT LETS DO A WHOLE FAMILY REUNION LETS GO EVERYBODY INCLUDING YOU SYLVIA LETS GO why is wilf my new dad in a wheelchair? how long have i been gone? EVERYONE LETS GO. healthy hetero relationship using gallifrey's version of friendship is a balanced romance while romance is considered less or not equal (see what they and i did there) to friendship. fuck yeah!

#ooc #bbc doctor who #{throwing this up while im getting my hair done}#{what? i ship doctorrose and i care for correcting their mistakes and if it means they must be separated: so be it}#{especially ESPECIALLY if it means calling them out on their microaggresive earth rooted racism towards ppl of color}#{yes i also shipped doctorjabe THE 2ND HE TOLD ROSE TO STAY THERE WHILE HE RAN OFF WITH A POC TREE PRINCESS (queen of cheem? check later)}#{they were good too good together like ok 9 mr playa. rip jabe but also i swear i wouldve LOVED if jabe wasnt killed off like oh that team}#{make rose regret just running off and falling for literally three yt brunettes men when she had a whole ass boyfriend back home}#{yall like the episodes where the poc alien or human are in the back burner or suffering as long as you get dr w yt fave kissin on screen}#{yeah nO WONDER MOFFAT THOUGHT GIRL IN THE FIREPLACE WAS A GOOD IDEA. YALL FED HIS EGO}

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

With Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, director Sam Raimi has delivered a movie the likes of which I wasn’t sure I’d ever see within the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

There have been peaks and valleys, film-wise, ever since Robert Downey Jr.’s Tony Stark defiantly proclaimed to be Iron Man, but by and large an MCU flick is the closest the industry has to a sure thing these days. That consistency often comes at a cost, however. Save for exceptions such as Thor Ragnarok’s Taika Waititi and Black Panther’s Ryan Coogler, MCU films typically are helmed by directors who are solid, journeyman filmmakers. They do largely perfectly fine work but little in the way of a creative or authorial voice shines through for one reason or another.

So when a filmmaker with such an overwhelmingly distinct voice as Sam Raimi comes along and is a last minute replacement for a Marvel movie, my elation was subdued by a mountain of caution. When he’s firing on all cylinders, there is no mistaking the work of Sam Raimi for anyone else’s, and the cosmically weird world of Dr. Stephen Strange feels tailor-made for the spook-a-blast sensibilities of the man who brought us the likes of Evil Dead II and Darkman. The only question would be how much of that madcap energy would or even could capably shine through?

Suffice to say: All of it. This is a Sam Raimi movie through and through.

Nearly every hallmark of his work is present and in full effect. Energetic camerawork? Check. Perfectly timed jump scares? Check. Horror elements that perfectly balance moments of genuine fright with a gonzo sense of humor? Check. An impeccable sense of how to make the proceedings feel like a comic book come to life? Check. This movie moves and looks and feels like no other of its kind.

Raimi has excelled at making comic book movies (his Spider-Man 2 from 2004 remains in many ways the apex of the sub-genre). He’s excelled at horror films. But never before has he been able (allowed?) to concoct such a compelling and exquisite synthesis of the two. He came closest with Darkman, the movie that asks “What if a classic movie monster became a superhero?”, but that felt like a toe being dipped into this particular pool. With Multiverse of Madness, Raimi jumps in doing a cannonball.

In some ways, this is my ideal comic book movie. It takes well-established characters, puts them through the ringer and delivers a fun, impactful story that draws from the interconnected universe it occupies while still largely telling a self-contained story. As impressive as it’s been to watch dozens of MCU movies bob and weave plot threads and characters together, it’s nice to watch a movie that simply wants to plunge its characters through wild escapades rather than spend too much time setting up future events. It feels like a standalone issue of a Marvel comic.

In it, Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch) discovers that dreams aren’t just fabrications of the subconscious. They’re visions of what’s happening to you in an alternate, concurrent reality. So when he finds out that he didn’t dream of dying while helping American Chavez (Xochitl Gomez) a girl who can freely hop from one reality to the next, his alternate self actually did die, it’s off to the races as he desperately tries to find out how to help this scared girl who barely understands her own abilities and is pursued by a nigh-unbeatable adversary. What ensues is a non-stop ride of dimension-hopping, wild wizardry and cameo appearances that are a veritable rollercoaster in and of themselves.

It must be said that this is probably the best Benedict Cumberbatch has ever been in the role. I’ve really grown to enjoy him as Strange but Multiverse of Madness adds some much needed layers to him beyond “Smartest guy in the room who knows some sick magic spells.” Xochitl Gomez isn’t given much to do but she makes the most with what she has as America Chavez forces some unexpected growth from Strange. It’s Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda/Scarlet Witch, however, who’s the MVP. I’ll refrain from giving too many details on how she fits into the film at large, but suffice to say it’s her mental and emotional journey that is at the very heart of the film. Wanda very easily could have been a despicable character (though understandably so, depending on your perspective) yet Olson manages to find just the right balance here.

Oh and I’d be remiss if I didn’t sing the praises of composer Danny Elfman bringing his A-game. Elfman has composed some of the greatest film scores in the history of the medium. And while he doesn’t deliver anything near as iconic as, say, his score for the Tim Burton Batman movies, it’s the best work he’s done in years as he weaves motifs in and through, augmenting moments in a way only he can.

If it wasn’t clear by now, I loved this to death. It warms my heart that Sam Raimi is back and clearly energized as a filmmaker, delivering what feels like a perfect synthesis of so many elements throughout his career thus far.

#doctor strange #benedict cumberbatch #xochitl gonzalez #elizabeth olsen #sam raimi #marvel mcu #mcu #in the multiverse of madness

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Possibilities [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]

Title: Possibilities Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader Word count: 3k Published: 6 July 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: Mention of food and alcohol Summary: Tom and you have been friends for a long time and because of that same reason you value your friendship more than to ruin it with some silly feelings. But the event you attend together offers you some surprises that might change your relationship forever.

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Events, galas, award ceremonies. You weren't a popular actress nor a famous singer, or social media influencer. You had a simple 9-5 job that would hardly ever get you into these events. But regardless of your status in society, you were known and not because of any talent you possessed that could have made you famous, but because your best friend was none-other than Tom Hiddleston.

You have been friends for years, you adored everything about the man. He was sweet and kind, always polite, but just as playful. It was a friendship you felt lucky to be in, a friendship that you held so close to your heart, it would have broken every little piece of you if it ever ended. Often, you found yourself staring at him with a little smile in the corner of your lips, watching his every move, the way he joked around with his co-stars on set, the way he exercised in the gym for a role, the way he winked at you with a mischievous smile as he caught your eyes on him.

"Do you need my autograph?" he asked with a wide grin as he opened the door of the luxurious car he booked for the event. Once again you have forgotten your eyes on him— his dashing looks, the perfectly fitted suit, the playful twinkle in his eyes. He never stopped teasing you about it.

"Shove off, Tom," you nudged him as he got out of the car and held out a hand for you, waiting for you to accept his help. So, you did. Wrapping your fingers around his hand, you let him help you out of the vehicle as you rearranged your stunning dress and ran your hand down its length to remove any creasing. Cameras were flashing, reporters' loud voices filled the pathway to the entrance, a long red carpet leading your way inside the building towering over you like a modern castle.

"If I didn't know better, I would think your interest in me goes beyond friendship," he chuckled as he held his arm out to you, waiting for yours to be placed over his, his eyes following every little movement of yours. A sudden rush of heat travelled up to your cheeks, your breathing slightly laboured as you tried to calm your heavily beating heart. He was not wrong after all. It's been years since you have been harbouring these feelings, but you hadn't had the heart to confess them. Tom was more important to you than to ruin it over some silly feelings.

Sometimes, when you caught Tom's eyes on you, watching you intently, a soft smile spread across his face, it made you think if maybe, just maybe he was harbouring similar feelings towards you. But the idea was quickly swept away by your doubts, the thought of such an amazing man falling for you seeming impossible. You knew your worth, you didn't write yourself down, but Tom has always been perfect in your eyes, and you couldn't imagine him wanting you even if at times a certain silly part of your brain whispered otherwise.

"I love your healthy self-confidence," you finally gathered your ability to be able to reply, earning a comical huff from him. You have been trying hard, to deny your romantic interest in him, but rumours about the two of you have become a reoccurring news and it didn't help your case to shove your feelings in the back of your mind.

"Ready?" He asked as his gaze turned towards the red carpet. Heaving a heavy sigh, you nodded and murmured a 'yes' as a response.

As soon as the cameras started flashing, hundreds of photos of Tom and you being taken, you conjured a sweet little smile that the tabloids loved. You were always nervous when it came to these events. It was Tom's job to answer some of the questions journalists asked of him, which meant they were to ask about your relationship. It was becoming repetitive, making you feel uncomfortable. The questions themselves didn't bother you but repeating over and over again that the man you have fallen for is merely a friend, felt like a stab in your heart, each time you responded.

"Tom! Tom!" One of the reporters shouted his name and he led you to the side of the red carpet, halting right beside the metal cordons. Questions were flying around, photos had been taken, but you didn't concentrate. Your senses were heightened as Tom pulled you in his side, his arm now wrapped around your waist, gently, but firmly holding onto you. Looking up at him, you studied his face, his ice-blue eyes focusing on the reporter, an excited smile across his face. He seemed so relaxed, so collected, meanwhile even events after events you were still nervous. As though he could feel it, he turned to you with a soft, reassuring smile, giving you a nod, silently asking if you were alright. For others, the movement could have easily been missed, but to you, it was like an earthquake, shaking your heart, making you fall even deeper for him. In a reply, you nodded and offered him a smile as you squeezed his hand that rested on your waist.

"So, Tom, this might be a bit more personal, but everyone has been talking about the two of you," he started, and your eyes immediately darted towards the man. You knew the question, heard it a thousand times already, so you prepared your heart to give the same reply as always. 'We are just friends,' you repeated time after time, hoping they would finally understand and let you be, but they didn't seem to budge. "You have been friends for a long time, and your fans have been talking about how close the two of you have become. Do you think, maybe in the future, there's a possibility for romance to blossom?" He asked with an expectant expression, a sly smile in the corner of his lips.

"As we have said before," you spoke up, ready to reply as you always did, "we—"

"You never know what the future holds for you, there are many possibilities" Tom cut in with a mischievous smile, your eyes growing wide as you looked up at him. Tom chuckled at your expression as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "Tell me I'm wrong," he arched a brow questioningly, his words starting your heart off at a faster pace, your cheeks feeling warmer under his intent gaze, those blue eyes you often found yourself lost in.

"Well—, I mean I can't argue with that statement," you replied, feeling slightly awkward. A confused smile started growing wider on your face as Tom led you away. "Why did you do that?" You asked as you finally stepped inside the building, his arm still resting around your waist as you headed towards a large room filled with all sorts of foods and drinks, people dancing in the middle, the dim lightning offering a rather intimate mood. "You just created even more gossip," you scolded him, but seemingly he didn't mind. He led you to a table where his name was printed on a nametag and pulled the chair out for you before he took his seat beside you.

"I didn't say anything," he smiled at you as innocently as he could manage, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

"You did. Exactly because you were so secretive, people will want to read between the lines. They will think there's more to us than friendship," you huffed as you hid your face in your palm and heaved a heavy sigh.

"And is that so bad?" He frowned, earning the same expression from you.

"What?" A silent scoff left your lungs. "What are you trying to say?"

"Is that such a big problem if people think we are together?" He asked, his confident tone stunning you.

"Of course, not. I don't care what rumours are being spread about me, but I don't want them to gossip about you," you reached for his hand on the table and wrapped your fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. His expression stayed emotionless; you couldn't read him entirely, but you knew he seemed off.

"I will go grab us a drink," he said as he stood up, leaving you frowning. You weren't sure what you said that made him upset, and regardless of trying to put on a straight face, you knew he wasn't happy with your response.

You watched as he walked over to a small table filled with the most delicious looking cakes and a couple of bottles of champagne, ready for the guests before they brought out the main course. Tom grabbed a battle of champagne and two glasses, filling up both halfway, before he placed the battle back into an ice bucket.

"What is it?" You asked as he returned and gave you one of the glasses.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a seat beside you.

"We've known each other for quite a long time. I can read you like an open book. What's bothering you?" Trying to get him to open up, you shuffled closer to him, your chair scraping the floor, turning heads in your direction. "Oops," you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, earning a chuckle from Tom.

"Very subtle," he mocked you.

"Don't change the subject Mr. Hiddleston," you raised a questioning brow, a tiny smile hidden in the corner of your lips.

"Nothing is bothering me," he added, but your suspicious gaze didn't falter. "I'm being honest, darling," the sly little fox knew his nickname for you would make you soften up and he used every opportunity to say it when he felt cornered.

"Fine," you squinted. "But we aren't done! I'm not blind, I can see something is on your mind."

"Yes, ma'am, I can't wait for this conversation to come back around," he mocked you once again, making you huff as you gently punched his shoulder.

Throughout the night, said conversation was forgotten, the alcohol consumption rose, the amount of people dancing around the room grew, meanwhile others sat at their tables, trying to digest the previously served delicious meals. You couldn't deny that you had a good laugh with Tom and his co-stars from all sorts of movies he had been in. It felt like a little family, people coming together to just have a joyous time.

The way Tom smiled at his friends, praising each other, before turning to mock one another forced your eyes to rest on his excited features. He looked so alive, so happy and the feeling of the man you loved being in his element meant everything to you. Tom was radiating enthusiasm and you couldn't look away as you watched his ever-growing smile, his nose scrunched up at an unexpected subject, his head falling back as a loud laughter erupted from his lungs. He was always handsome, but when he was happy, it filled you up with a certain warmth that you couldn't explain. Like you always wanted to make him happy just to be able to see that cheerful smile spread across his face.

He turned to you, catching your gaze on him once again. His arm sneaked behind you, pulling you closer and leaning down to your ear. "You are staring at me again," you couldn't see it, but you could feel his smile spreading wider.

"I like to see you happy," you shrugged with a soft smile as you leaned back to be able to meet his gaze. His smile faltered, but his eyes softened.

"Dance with me," he said as he offered his palm to you, and you placed your hand in it.

"I take no responsibility for broken toes," you said with a silent chuckle as you followed him to the dancefloor.

"Don't worry, darling, it's worth the injury," he mirrored your expression as you stopped in the middle of the dance floor. A slow, romantic song started playing in the background, his arms finding their perfect position around your waist as yours sneaked around his neck.

It was a slow and peaceful dance, not requiring much knowledge and talent. You just enjoyed each other's presence, gazes meeting, smiles forming, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music. You didn't speak a word, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. It never was with Tom. A soft smile, a quick glance, a simple gesture meant more than thousands of words when you were with him.

You laid your head against his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat, taking on a quicker pace just like yours did. "I miss you when you are not with me," he spoke for the first time as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You didn't move away; his embrace was too comfortable, and you couldn't care about people watching you.

"I always miss you. You are the one travelling all the time after all," you chuckled lightly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"I could be only a mile away and I would still miss you," he replied as you pulled back a bit to meet his soft gaze, but there was no smile present across his handsome face. As the song finished, you found yourself standing in front of him, slightly confused about the conversation. "Do you want to go to the balcony? Have some fresh air?" He asked, taking on a more cheerful expression, but you knew him more than to believe it was genuine. In a response you nodded and linked your arm with his.

Following him through the sea of people, you finally arrived at the balcony, looking down to a smaller version of a park, a water fountain standing tall in its centre. You leaned against the rail as you watched the trees battling the silent wind, fallen leaves being blown across the walking path. Tom joined beside you, his eyes following the same direction as you did before they halted on your face. "You are being strange tonight," you spoke up, feeling his gaze resting on you before you turned to him, meeting his eyes.

"I'm just thinking," he added with a half-hearted smile.

"About?" You asked as you reached for his hand resting on the rail and placed yours on top of his. He turned his palm upside down and lifted your hand, hinting a small kiss on your knuckles as he heaved a heavy sigh. "Tom talk to me," you squeezed his fingers reassuringly, his eyes watching you, not leaving your gaze for a moment. "You have been rather quiet around me," you added.

His whole body turned to you, as though he was focusing his complete attention on you. Reaching towards you, he brushed your hair to the side, gently tucking it behind your ear. You leaned into the touch involuntarily, only realising your actions when he caressed your cheek with his thumb, before moving down and running it across your lips. The feeling burnt you, starting your mind off in a very dangerous territory, one that you have been avoiding. 'He is your friend' you tried to remind yourself. But once the tip of his thumb brushed along your lips once again, you couldn't stop yourself. Stepping forward, you placed your hands on his chest, steading yourself and rose on your tiptoes, pressing your lips against his.

Your own bravery surprised you, but Tom didn't seem affected. As soon as your lips met, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. He didn't hesitate, he wasn't surprised. He just held you, gently running his lips along yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. But as much as you wanted to enjoy the moment, realisation hit you. You were kissing your best friend. You gently pushed him away, stumbling back from the force, covering your mouth with your palm. "I'm so sorry," you breathed, panic rising in your chest. "I have no idea what happened, I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry," your words were rushed, your heartbeat loudly pulsing in your ears.

But Tom's gaze twinkled. A soft, warm smile grew wider across his face as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm not," he said as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I've been wanting to kiss you," he breathed as he closed his eyes momentarily, slightly shaking his head. "I've been wanting to tell you how much I love you; I've been trying to gain the courage to say it out loud," he scoffed. "I'm a fool for dragging it out for so long, but I love you," his voice shook as he said the words, but his arms tightened around you, safely holding you against his chest. It took you a second to understand what he meant, that your feelings weren't unrequited, that he has been harbouring the same feelings you have.

A heavy sigh left your lungs, as though a weight fell off your chest. Your lips curved into a smile as you placed your hands on his cheeks, running the tip of your thumbs across his jawline. He mirrored your expression whilst leaning into your touch, planting a small kiss on your palm. "I love you too," you replied finally," the words rolling off the tip of your tongue easier than you expected. "I love you so much," you giggled, wanting to repeat the words over and over again, until you finally understood that it was real, that you weren't dreaming. "You never know what the future holds for you, huh?" You asked, repeating his words from earlier in the evening, earning a loud chuckle from him. "So, is this one of those many possibilities?" you raised a single brow.

"Could be. I have a couple more ideas," he said, his soft smile turning into a confident grin.

"You are terrible," you gently hit his chest as you grabbed his suit-jacket and pulled him down to you, meeting his lips halfway, smiling into the intimate moment you have been craving for so long.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (i)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, nonsense writing

Word count: 1.5k

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Bucky Barnes, for all intents and purposes, is edgy.

His SHIELD salary is definitely enough to afford him a simple beanie, gloves even if he’s that eager. His long hair, though a spectacle in itself, isn’t as good at keeping away the cold as he claims it to be.

It’s a personal choice, a fashion statement even, to be roaming the streets in a long flimsy t-shirt that does nothing to accentuate his broad shoulders, and tactical pants that look a little too comfortable.

It’s cold. He says he likes it, to appease his blond haired best friend who insisted that he wear a cardigan at least. He won’t like it in a while, but he would never admit it.

The bike ride to the other side of town for a minor mission takes longer than he expected. The wind rushing by gets his adrenaline racing.

Official missions are long and gruelling, and oftentimes not fun. But it gives him a purpose.

It’s easy, therefore, to find him brooding when he’s not on one.

No one wants their room to be on the receiving end of Bucky’s stress-cleaning sessions. His baking is more appreciated.

So when there’s news of a small time villain creating havoc again, it made sense that he volunteered to go sort it out. No one else wanted the job. They’d all been at it before.

SHIELD didn’t seem particularly bothered either.

“It’s not that serious, Barnes.”

“I’m going.”

“Just stop her from doing whatever dumb plan she has today. She seems to have a new one every week.”

“Can I-”

“This is not an assassination mission.”

“Fine. Can I-”

“No.”

“Fine.”

He didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea of how they should be. Smaller villains tended to be more aggressive, vicious to prove their point. They were here to stay.

He wears his regular gear. Enough knives to make a butcher look away in shame, and guns including, but not limited to, his biceps.

He finally pulls the bike to a stop a few metres away, leaving it out of reach in case things got too out of hand. He didn’t want to have to walk back to the Tower, and his friends, as much as they loved him, would never go out of their way to pick him up. Little shits.

The address is a dingy, plain concrete house near an old construction site. It was flat and felt more like an afterthought than an actual building. It looked more like an abandoned Walmart than an actual villain lair.

The only entrance is the door in the front. He counts to three, lifting his leg to kick it down.

It falls down ungracefully, loud and creaky like it was bound to the doorframe by rust.

The only light source inside is a green light. All the way at the other end on an elevated platform is a desk and a chair facing away from him. He can’t see much other than that.

Someone’s laughter comes back loud and booming. He raises his gun, feet apart in a defensive stance.

“I’ve been expecti-” the voice pauses mid-sentence- “Did you just kick down my door?”

He looks behind him to where the wooden piece is on the floor. He certainly did.

He can finally see you as you stand up, green light illuminating your face. You reach over to the side, pressing a few switches.

He squints when all the lights turn on, pulling the both of you from darkness.

“Dude!” you cry out, face twisting into what only could be described as a mix of horror and disdain. “What’d you do that for?”

He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t lower his gun either.

“You’re an Avenger, just fuckin’ pick the lock or something. This is expensive!”

He only watches as you whine, looking beyond him at your now demolished entrance. You take a few steps closer, jumping down from the elevated platform.

“Insurance isn’t going to cover this.” You drag your palm across your fist before extending it towards him. “Pay up.”

He wasn’t sure if he heard you right.

“What?” he finally asked, voice gruff.

“All you superheroes go around, destroying walls and cars in the name of world peace like you own the damn thing. Not today, bitch boy. Pay up.”

He doesn’t have his wallet with him. He didn’t expect to need it.

“I’m supposed to be stopping you.”

“You can do that once you pay for my door.”

You sound resolute, unshaken. A little annoyed. There’s what appears to be a gun in your hand, although it’s unlike any weapon he’s seen before.

“What’s your plan?” Bucky looks at your hand. Your stare follows his. You lift the thing up and he tenses.

“I was going to freeze some jerk but now my plan is to get you cancelled on Twitter.”

“Why?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Local superhero destroys property of tax paying citizen for no good reason.”

“I mean-” he shakes his head, discarding what you’re saying, “-why were you going to freeze someone?”

“Because I wanted to. But you’ve ruined the mood now, so that won’t happen.”

He blinks, lowering his weapon when he realises you weren’t making any attempt to move. “What’s your ulterior motive?”

“Nothing! I just wanted to mildly inconvenience that stupid fuck for being such a prick.”

He doesn’t know what to say.

“Is that the freeze ray?” Bucky asks instead, raising his gun when he realises there’s a very real chance he could end up like his best friend.

“You got a problem with it?” You hold it up carelessly.

“I can’t let you use that.”

“That’s all you’re going to do?” you huff, “Is this what you call an intervention? This is so boring.”

“Give me the freeze ray and no one has to get hurt.”

“No one was going to get hurt in the first place, genius. All this does is slow him down for 5 minutes so he misses the subway.”

There’s nothing technically that evil about what you’re doing. He doesn’t even know how you ended up on SHIELD’s radar. He gets why no one was particularly driven to take this seriously.

“And for fuck’s sake put that gun away. You’re not scaring me.”

He doesn’t oblige, even though something tugs at him, telling him that you’re speaking the truth.

“Here, take the stupid thing.” You don’t bother waiting for his response, bending over and sliding the gun towards his feet. “I’ll find another way to get back at that dickhead.”

It hits his boot with a small thud. He looks down. Its design is ridiculously comical, like you ripped it straight out of a kid’s TV show.

“Next time, bring some drama. Wear a cape or something.” You wave him off. “Now get out of my lair. I need to fix the door.”

“You don’t have another one of these lying around, do you?”

“Why, do your friends want one too?” The glare you give him is dangerous. He doesn’t react to it. “No, it’s limited edition. I don’t build the same thing twice.”

“You have others?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” A smile grows on your face, dropping as quickly as it arrives. “SHIELD will tell you if I do. Now leave.”

Bucky looks at the freeze ray in his hand. He supposes his job is done. He was told to stop you, but you didn’t seem to have any inclination to go on with your plan.

“You can ask them if you want, they know about me.” You roll your eyes. “Go ahead, call them.”

He doesn’t want to take a chance. As odd as the situation is, it’s still novel and he isn’t quite sure how to deal with it.

He tucks your weapon under his arm, pressing his phone to his ear.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Maria’s voice is crisp as ever.

“I confiscated a... freeze ray.” He feels ridiculous even saying it. “But I’m going to bring her in to SHIELD headquarter-”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“But we can’t trust-”

“We’ve been keeping tabs on her for a while. She’s more or less harmless. You can take the rest of the night off, Sergeant.”

He cuts the call, not entirely at ease with the smug, expectant look on your face.

Still, he couldn’t disobey direct orders.

“I’m gonna... go.” He mentions towards the gaping hole in the wall.

“That would be ideal, yes.” You nod, crossing your arm over your chest.

“Okay.” He hesitates, but finally takes a step backwards. He peeks over his shoulder as he leaves, but finds you swivelled away from him again.

He steps back outside. The cold greets him again like an old friend. The weight of his weapons feels stupidly embarrassing now.

It’s a long drive back to the Tower. He keeps replaying the entire story in his mind. He’s unsure of whether he made the right call, but no one else really seemed to care.

He had seen weirder things. It came with the gig.

He leaves it at that.

“How’d it go?” Steve asks him when he walks into the living room.

“T’was fine,” he answers, toying with the stupid device he took from you. Maybe he would test it on Clint. He had been getting annoying lately. Breathing too much in Bucky’s general direction.

A part of him feels guilty for his carelessness towards your building. The other part is just bewildered.

That night he looks up the cost it takes to replace a door, making a mental note to draw some money from the ATM soon.

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danniburgh · 2 years

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The Unconciousness Aftermath (Frankie Morales x OFC) part 8

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x OFC!Belle Morales

Summary: After a car accident that left his body in a pause for two years, Frankie wakes up to learn the world kept moving while he was sleeping. And that he might’ve lost everything.

Word count: +3.6k

Warnings: i cant stop with the feelings guys, theres not a lot of angst

A/N: I KNOW i know its been almost a month, im sorry... i had a crisis

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“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Santiago asked, grabbing for the umpteenth time Frankie’s hand and interlocking his fingers with his own. Frankie huffed at him, looking into his eyes and nodding.

“I’m well taken’ care of, Po’pe.” Frankie replied, tugging Santiago’s hand lightly and making the man lean down to embrace him again.

“I don’t really wanna leave, Fish,” Santiago muttered into Frankie’s hospital gown, “there’s so much shit going on here and I do–”

“You don’t wann’a miss–it?” Frankie interrupted, knowing entirely well what the man would say; Santiago huffed and broke the embrace, taking Frankie from the shoulders.

“You’ll never change, pedazo de imbécil,” he muttered, Frankie shrugged into his hands and Santiago gave him a smile that broke Frankie’s heart, “ven acá.”

Santiago pulled Frankie towards him, one of his hands slid up to his face and he leaned into him to take Frankie’s dry, plush lips with his. The kiss didn’t last nearly enough as they wanted; saying goodbye to Santiago was one of the things Frankie hated the most, but he knew the man wasn’t his –he had never really been his, anyway– and he had to go back home.

“Gr’acias.” Frankie mumbled against Santiago’s lips, and was grateful that the man didn’t say a thing in reply.

Frankie wasn’t uncomfortable with being alone, his thoughts needed sorting either way; but it hurt him in some tender, vulnerable part of him to watch Santiago go, to have to say goodbye to him and then to have to say goodbye to Renata as well.

Belle had returned from wherever she had gone to after almost a month, and Martha had to take Renata home to her mom; which in other circumstances, Frankie would’ve been fine with. But there, in that hospital room, with his still-broken body and his loathed inability to do whatever he wanted and the prospect of just not getting what he was sure he needed, he resented Belle.

Because in that time, his daughter had been there with him almost all day long, and he had gotten to know her and build back, little by little, that relationship he had with her before his body went into pause; he wanted more of it, he couldn’t help but crave more.

A week had gone by; and he felt his head less scrambled, he had tried to make sense of most of the thing he had learned from the Millers, he had talked it over with himself and found out that maybe there was something else he could do to try to fill the gaps; but his pride, that ingrained thing of his he couldn’t get rid of, didn’t let him pursue it.

“Hi, baby.” Frankie gripped his mom’s phone a little harder, his hand was getting better at obeying his commands and he could feel better about it without shame.

“Hi, daddy!” Renata replied from the screen, her face a little too close to the camera.

“How’re you, Reni? what’you been up–to?” he asked, following the girl’s movements as she saw herself on the screen.

“I’m eating dinner,” she replied with a small smile, showing him a plastic pink plate with some pasta on it, “where’s you dinner, daddy?” she asked with a small frown, almost comical.

“I alr’eady had it, baby.” Renata softened her brow and kept eating in front of him, Frankie let out half a smile as he saw the girl chew and noticed the way she looked behind the camera.

“Daddy,” she looked at the screen, finishing chewing the latest bite she had pushed into her mouth, Frankie’s brows rose as she leaned closer to her iPad and she looked like she was hiding, “are you angry with mommy?” she whispered into the camera.

Frankie frowned at the question, Renata stopped looking at him over the screen for a second and he found out she was looking out as she waited for him to reply.

“Why do’you ask, baby?” Frankie’s words were cautious, as he looked at how she kept watch to avoid someone catching her in the act.

“She’s sad!” she whispered, Frankie’s head tilted to the side on his own and he changed the phone to his other hand.

“Is she?” he asked, trying to figure out what the girl’s question meant and if there was something else she wanted to say, or if maybe, the question had come from another mind.

“She’s sad all day.” Renata dropped her big brown eyes to the table.

“Reni…” Frankie called, his mind reeled with hundreds of questions he knew it wouldn’t be fair to ask to his four-year-old daughter, he knew it as well as he knew nothing would drown that curiosity but to actually ask them. Before he could formulate a question she would understand, Renata looked at him –she looked at the camera instead at the image of him on the screen– and she pouted.

“When you’re coming home, daddy?”

The question took Frankie by surprise; he forgot about all his doubts with just those five words the girl pronounced.

He was sure that it wasn’t the first time she asked that, but it was the first time she had asked it to him. A direct question he felt like a punch to the gut and that left him breathless.

Frankie wanted to ask, once again, why was she asking that, if someone had told her the house she lived in was also his house, if someone was building her hopes up that once he could get discharged from the hospital he would go to that place and they could be together again; he wanted to know if there was someone else who wanted him to be there apart from his daughter.

And that reeling thought that maybe Belle did, that maybe she told Renata that he would go back to them and maybe they could be a family then, hurt him.

“Soon, baby,” he lied, and the way the girl looked at him told him she knew as well it wasn’t a full truth, “soon.”

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“Will can you hold Reni for a bit?” Belle asked, handing a sitting Will the toddler that had been dozing out in her arms; he took the girl in his arms as she rushed towards the bedroom and cradled her next to his chest.

“You okay?” he asked out loud to her, receiving no response; his blue eyes fell on the girl in his arms as she opened her own and Will would’ve smiled to her if in that exact moment, the reflection of Frankie’s eyes hadn’t stared back at him.

“Dadda.” Reni whispered out, a small gasp of air that formed into a word he didn’t want to hear, reaching her tiny little hand up to him and fisting her small fingers through his coarse beard. Will shook his head, making her hand drop back on her chest.

“I’m not…” he whispered to Reni as she closed her eyes again and shifted closer to his chest, “I’m not your dad, princess.”

The girl was already asleep again, and even if he wanted it, she wouldn’t understand what he was telling her.

Will looked up at the hall to see if Belle was coming; the weight of Renata in his arms became suddenly uncomfortable, he didn’t like the way she looked at him, he wasn’t the man she was supposed to look at like that.

He hated feeling like an impostor; but that was what he was.

The life he was living wasn’t his, he was simply an understudy for the man whose life he was filling into just so the empty space didn’t look as big; but there, sitting in the middle of a living room he hadn’t paid for, with his arms carrying a girl that would never be his daughter even if he wanted her to, he felt the weight of what he was doing fall on his shoulders.

And the look of disappointment of everyone in his life who disapproved of his relationship with Belle; his own parents, Belle’s dad, Pope and of course, Frankie’s mom filled his mind and his body with that same feeling of guilt he had been pushing down into a deep corner of his head for over six months but that was slowly growing larger and larger.

Will knew that at some point that guilt would cover him completely; taint him, mark him, turn him into an undesirable evil, and he didn’t know if he would ever be ready for that.

“You okay?” Belle’s voice brought him back to reality, to the place he was sitting in in the world, in her world. And as she sat next to him, leaning on his shoulder to reach for Reni’s hand and wrap her other arm around his neck, invading his space with her presence and her scent and all the love she said she had for him, the weight of any consequence felt a little lighter.

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“And how does your neck feel?” Troy asked in a soft voice, Frankie winced as the younger man stretched his arms down and pushed up gently.

“Less–stiff.” Frankie replied, hissing when Troy shook his arms once.

“Try to push,” he said, interlocking his fingers with Frankie’s and pushing back as Frankie’s arms trembled, “damn mister M,” Troy smiled as he turned up Frankie’s arms and rolled his wrists, “you’re getting your strength back, man.”

“You aren’t a good–liar.” Frankie huffed, making Troy chuckle at him.

“You, sir, aren’t good at believing.” Troy replied, letting Frankie’s arms back on his lap and grabbing a small towel to clean his hands; Frankie looked down at his hands and fisted them, his movements still weren’t as sleek as he remembered them being, his bones still complained at him and his muscles still ached, but everything was slowly going back into place; the only thing that remained was inside him.

Frankie still didn’t feel like the man he was before the accident, and the thought that maybe he would never get to feel like that scared the shit out of him.

“Tomorrow we’re gonna try to walk some more,” Troy interrupted his spiral of thoughts and Frankie turned to look at him with a frown, the younger man noticed and tried to give him a reassuring smile. “don’t give me that look, mister M,” he muttered, walking away from the bed and towards the door, “you’ve been doing great, and you’re gonna do better.”

Troy opened the door before Frankie could even reply, the doorstep wasn’t empty and that surprised them both in different ways.

“Oh,” Troy let out, a giddy, surprised expression at the sight of Belle standing there with her hand up, ready to knock on the door, “hi, misses M.”

Frankie looked at him look at her with a small smile and his eyes traveled to Belle, who smiled back at the younger man as he stepped to the side and let her enter the room.

Her olive eyes fell on him as Troy walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving them both inside, looking at each other.

Frankie’s hands tightened the fists they were still rolled into and that hurt him, but he didn’t let her see the pain in his face; he swallowed it, not knowing exactly if there was another kind of pain mixed with the physical that he wasn’t willing to show.

“Hi, Frankie.” her voice sounded afar, Frankie’s hearing was deafened, and he hated the reaction his body was having as he saw her; that’s not how he wanted to feel.

He didn’t want to feel his heartbeat accelerating in his chest, he didn’t want the knot that had twisted his vocal cords, he didn’t want to feel his stomach turn upside down and make him feel nauseated, he didn’t want to feel the urge to reach for her and hold her.

But he did, and he both hated himself for it and accepted his feelings.

Frankie didn’t think a month would do anything to him, but it did, and there she was, standing in front of him, with her arms embracing herself, with her olive eyes dulled and her teeth chewing on her lip and he hated everything about that; because he knew that in big part, it was his fault she felt that way

“Hey.” he let out in a shaky breath.

Belle noticed; the way he had stiffened his body when he saw her, the way he had breathed deeply when she talked to him, she had noticed the way his deep, brown eyes scanned her and recognized her and he was jealous of him for doing so.

Because for more than she wanted, she would see him, with his brown and silver, curly hair, his deep, sunken, brown eyes, his aquiline rough nose, his coarse, patchy beard and his dry, plush lips and she wouldn’t recognize a man everyone told her she should. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to see him, she wanted to associate the man she had in front of her to something in her, to anything but that immense guilt she felt since she received the news he had woken up; she wanted to link him up with a memory, something she had lost and no one knew if she would get back.

She huffed at herself, blinking a small tear she was unaware had formed in her eye, she tried to give him a smile but couldn’t stop herself from looking at him; something inside of her was tugging her towards him, something in her gut, in her bones was telling her to get closer, to touch him.

“How do you feel?” she asked, Frankie gave her a shrug as a reply, “can I sit?” Belle pointed to the armchair next to the bed, Frankie looked at it and back at her, giving her a nod as a reply.

“What are–you doing’here?” Frankie asked as she dragged the chair closer to the bed and sat down slowly, she looked at him and noticed the way his lip trembled.

“I wanted to talk,” Belle mutered, gripping her own hands before she gave into what her body craved and reached for his, Frankie just gave her a nod, “I have questions.”

Frankie looked at her with a frown adorning his face, he couldn’t stop but notice the way she had shrunk into the chair and he despised that, he couldn’t point exactly at what he hated about it, he just knew he did.

“Where’s Reni?” Frankie asked, trying to get her to get out of that shell she had enclosed herself in, Belle gave him half a turned down smile.

“With my dad,” she said, Frankie raised his brow, she noticed the way he opened his mouth, like he was about to protest “he’s visiting.” Belle clarified before he could say anything else.

“Right.” he let out, dropping his shoulders and sighing.

“I–” she interrupted herself, huffing and dropping her gaze to her lap, “shit, I feel like such a kid.” she mumbled out.

“Will…” Frankie muttered, searching for her eyes, Belle winced at the mention of Will, and didn’t look at him, “he told–me ‘you lost’twelve years,” Belle nodded, leaning to support her face on her hand over the arm of the chair. “you’re twenty-five ag’ain.”

Belle looked at him, frowning at the shade of a tease he had on his face, Frankie huffed at himself. She wondered if she could tell him, if he would understand what it was for her to not remember anything at all and one day wake up, look in the mirror and noticing that the reflection is not really the same; she remembered what it was for her, looking at herself and an older version of herself staring back at her, with a different haircut, wrinkles in her eyes, scars and stretch marks that weren’t there the last time she remembered looking. And maybe he did, but she wasn’t ready to let all that out just yet.

“I guess.” Belle shrugged slightly, Frankie caught her eyes in his, searching for something she didn’t know what it was; his eyes were captivating and she felt relaxed as he settled his gaze on her.

“I met’you when’you were twenty-five, y’know.” he let out, his voice had softened out suddenly, and Belle could see in his eyes how he got lost in his memory for a second. She felt jealous of him, she wanted to do that so badly it hurt her inside.

“Would you tell me about it?” she whispered, leaning closer to him.

Frankie felt the tone of his voice drop on him like a bucket of iced water; he had been so enraptured in himself, dwelling in his own anger and self-pity he hadn’t stopped, really stopped to think that she; the woman he ineffably, undoubtedly, inexplicably, undeniably still loved with his entire heart, had absolutely no memory of a life everyone, –including himself– told her she had.

That she was there, almost cornered to live a life she didn’t even remember building, not knowing exactly how.

And the thought made him feel like the biggest asshole in the world.

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, making her huff a soft smile at him, “I can tell’you.”

Belle widened her smile at him, sitting up straight as she put in order her ideas.

“That’s good,” she said, nodding, “because I have so many questions and no one would help me.” she shrunk on herself again and Frankie restrained himself to stop from reaching to her.

“Help’you?” Frankie asked, looking at her as she shuffled on the chair just like she did whenever she was ready to have a conversation.

“Yeah,” Belle nodded at him, biting her lip as her eyes roamed through the room, “everyone is mad at me but now one tells me why,” she whispered, returning her olive eyes to his; Frankie saw her swallow her pain, and he felt it sink in his own body, “I’ve been confused for two years, Francisco.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she mouthed his name, and Frankie couldn’t help himself even if he wanted; he lifted his hand, offering it to her.

Belle looked at him, and at his hand, she noticed the way it shook, it wasn’t violent, barely perceivable, but it was there; a tiny shake of his hand that told her how much effort it took to him –physically and emotionally– to extend it to her.

Frankie sighed when she took it, her hand still fit in his and he chastised himself for even thinking it wouldn’t; for a moment, a tiny bat of his eyes, he could feel like he was somewhere else; like they were holding hands while sitting on bed waiting for sleep to come, reading a book, chatting about nothing, just sitting with each other keeping the other company; and the fact that he opened his eyes again and saw her looking at him with her perfect small smile and her wide eye gaze made him love her all over again.

How could he forget how much he loved her?

“Woah,” she breathed out, Frankie looked at her, she wasn’t the same woman he had fallen in love but she was still her; and he still loved her; her beautiful olive eyes, her lean lips and her expressive smile, he still loved her and he wanted to kick himself for forgetting it, “you’re warm.”

Belle caught herself in her words and bit her lip; her first reflex was to take her hand away but Frankie gripped it; it wasn’t even a firm grip, but she left her hand in his, and looked at him smile softly at her.

“How many ‘questions–you have?” Frankie asked, looking down at their intertwined hands.

“About a hundred,” she replied, making him huff a silent smile, “I wanna know how we met.”

Frankie nodded, rummaging around his brain just to find the specific details of their first encounter.

“In a bar,” he said, shifting slightly on the bed to turn to her, “you’were sitting on a table next to–ours, chatting a bit with Will and–Benny,” Belle frowned at him. “what?”

"Did I meet Will first?" she asked almost cautiously. Frankie shook his head.

"We met–the same day." he replied, Belle deepened her frown.

“Will told me he saw me at a bar and bought me a drink,” she replied, shaking her head slightly, “he never mentioned Benny was there...” she sighed, “or that you were there too.”

“When–we arr’ived you’were sitting with one of–your friends…” Frankie looked over her, trying to remember, “Amanda,” he muttered with a questioning tone, Belle nodded, she remembered Amanda, she used to work with her, and she made a mental note of asking for her after, “right nex’t to the booth,” he pointed with his other hand, “Benny did the–talking,” Frankie rolled his eyes, Belle nodded, conceding, “and he introduced us.”

“So…” Belle looked at him, leaning closer to the bed, “Will lied to me?”

Frankie couldn’t ignore the dullness of Belle’s eyes, it resembled the eyes of a kid who just found out Santa wasn’t real. She was in pain and she wasn’t even masking it, she wanted him to see it.

“Well,” he sighed, gripping her hand, “I wouldn’t be–surprised,” Belle didn’t say a word, she dropped her eyes to the union of their hands and she noticed the small bullseye tattoo between his thumb and his forefinger, she traced it with her own thumb and sighed; she wasn’t completely sure about trusting Frankie, but she couldn’t help herself from believing him. Will had done many things, and she had found out slowly about them. “do–you love him?”

Frankie’s question was more of a whisper that caught her attention as it left his mouth, his deep, brown eyes were searching for hers and she looked at them, feeling him sinking his gaze in her like he wanted her permission to read her mind.

“I don’t know.” she said.

But Frankie smiled softly when she shook her head.

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