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[khattikeri]

This response got long, sorry for sidetracking! I'm just floored with how much more Yi City makes sense through this lens; I had no idea this interview of MXTX existed.

With Xue Yang being a direct parallel to Jiang Cheng (that too, confirmed by the author), it makes the tragedy and the parallels of all the other characters involved in the subplot even more apparent.

Namely in that Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing are both parallels to Wei Wuxian, and Song Lan shares many similarities to both Lan Wangji and Wen Ning.

Xiao Xingchen, like Wei Wuxian, is an incredibly righteous and kind cultivator with a sense of humor. Plus they both have ties to Baoshan-sanren's mountain. MXTX says herself that Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's relationship is complicated like Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen's. Xue Yang is obsessed with keeping Xiao Xingchen attached to him and getting revenge; Jiang Cheng likewise blames Wei Wuxian for his insecurities and grief and is constantly pursuing him almost entirely to nurse his own grudges.

People tend to say that Xue Yang also having origins as a mistreated youth on the streets makes him a parallel to Wei Wuxian, but that's not true. He's far more vengeful and selfish in his thoughts and actions; A-Qing, who is brash but still good at heart, is much more similar to Wei Wuxian if you ask me.

If Xiao Xingchen represents Wei Wuxian's initial reputation as a good cultivator, A-Qing is the other half: someone who spent the majority of her life as a street orphan. Like Wei Wuxian, A-Qing ultimately chooses to do the right thing to help others even if it causes her harm in the end.

Furthermore, A-Qing distrusts Xue Yang's demeanor and intentions the whole time she knows him. She maintains a bantering rapport with Xue Yang while they all live together, knowing that she cannot risk genuinely angering him or arousing his suspicion out of fear for how he may retaliate against her and Xiao Xingchen.

After all, A-Qing isn't a cultivator. She has no backing, no real strength that she can fight and actually win with. She only has her wits, and when push comes to shove and she does reveal her own exhaustion, fear, and hatred of Xue Yang, she dies at Xue Yang's hands.

Xiao Xingchen, on the other hand, is more willing to trust and believe that Xue Yang is a good person. He has strong cultivation ability and moral character, and is both literally and metaphorically blind to Xue Yang's cruelty until Xue Yang makes the deception clear. XXC is so distraught by the selfishness and senselessness of Xue Yang's violence towards innocents with him as a proxy that he flat out kills himself.

I think both A-Qing's and Xiao Xingchen's feelings existed in Wei Wuxian to an extent when it comes to Jiang Cheng. The gratefulness to the Jiangs for being taken in, knowing he could be made to leave at any time. The playful banter with someone you've shared space with for so long, while also maintaining an acute understanding that you aren't on the same level socially. The discomfort of having to live with someone's casual callousness, seeing and thinking it but unable to truly voice a complaint or confront it until it's far too late.

As for Song Lan, he can be best described as an interesting mix of Lan Wangji and Wen Ning. All three are upright and pretty serious individuals. Song Lan's attachment and devotion to Xiao Xingchen resembles Lan Wangji's love for (wanting to make him laugh, for example) and Wen Ning's loyalty to Wei Wuxian (in life and after being turned into sentient fierce corpses).

Song Lan is the one who Xiao Xingchen was doing things for; their goal of starting a sect not tied to clan bloodlines mirrors Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning's intent of protecting the Wen remnants in the Burial Mounds.

Wei Wuxian gave up his position to do what was right and help the Wens, including Wen Ning. Meanwhile Xiao Xingchen gave up his eyes to help Song Lan, but Song Lan was furious both with the grief of the massacre of Baixue Temple (most likely paralleling Wen Ning's grief with his family's annihilation, though Song Lan is a lot more expressive with his anger) and of Xiao Xingchen hurting himself in such a way (Lan Wangji angry at Wei Wuxian using ghost cultivation). In both cases, they are separated for years because of the fight, though the exact details do differ.

As Jiang Cheng holds a grudge is against Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, and to a lesser extent Lan Wangji, Xue Yang holds a grudge against both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan.

Song Lan (Wen Ning) is the one who kills (verbally tears down) Xue Yang (Jiang Cheng) by the end of their respective stories for how Xiao Xingchen (Wei Wuxian) was treated.

Can you tell I'm on the verge of tears!? So much of the story lines up with these eight characters all paralleling each other, I'm dizzy. I may have missed or misinterpreted some things since I haven't read the novels in a while but I'm honestly so amazed at the level of detail that went into MXTX's writing.

Xue Yang and Jiang Cheng are Parallels

I wanted to make sure I covered this in my Yi City arc reread since it became such a hot topic on my blog for a minute. Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang are not parallels; Xue Yang and Jiang Cheng are. Here are two quotes from each individual about their never-ending hatred and perpetual thirst for vengeance paid over and over in blood:

Wei Wuxian retorted, “He’s already a dead man. I’ve also died once. What else do you want?”

Jiang Cheng pointed at him with his whip. “So what? He can die a thousand times, or even ten thousand times, but it’ll never appease the fury in my heart! Since he wasn’t destroyed then, then fine! I’ll personally destroy him today. I’ll go and torch him now, then scatter his ashes in front of you!!”

–Chapter 23: Malevolent Part 1: Running into Gunpoint, taming wangxian

“If you wanted to avenge yourself on Chang Ci’an for breaking your finger, you could have just cut off one of his and been done with it,” Xiao Xingchen said in disbelief. “If you absolutely cannot get over your grudge, then break two, or ten! Or you could have even cut off his arm—even that would have been better! Why did you have to kill his entire family? Don’t tell me you think a single one of your fingers is worth more than fifty lives?”

Surprisingly, Xue Yang pondered this carefully for a while. As though he found Xiao Xingchen’s question very strange, he replied, “Of course. The finger was mine, while those lives were other people’s. No matter how many I killed, it wouldn’t have repaid the debt. It was only fifty or so people—how could it make up for my single finger?”

–Chapt. 41: Flora IX, fanyiyi

Both of them use their trauma to lash out at innocent people who have done nothing wrong to them: Jiang Cheng chasing after Wen Ning (who, in fact, aided the Jiang heir at risk to his own life) despite having already successfully murdered his entire family for the crimes of the long-dead Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao; Xue Yang chasing after the Chang Clan despite Chang Ping being the clan leader and not his father who hurt him.

At the same time, Xue Yang’s response provides a deeper look into why they have this mentality. “The finger was mine, while those lives were other people’s…” he says, “It was only fifty or so people—how could it make up for my single finger?” At the end of the day, Xue Yang and Jiang Cheng consider themselves above everyone and everything else, including laws and morality. In fact, this is their morality. In their world, they are justified in kidnapping and torturing people to death for reminding them of someone they do not like and are validated in annihilating whole clans because they consider an individual to have committed an offense against them. The lives of others mean nothing in their worldview; it is only their lives that hold any and all intrinsic value that must be protected at all costs.

[landograndprix]

woman ✾ l.n - ii

❧ you love max, you really do but your little brother has been getting more on your nerves each day as he tries to set you up with one of his friends.

❧ verstappen!reader who's older than max so if age gaps freak you out, don't read 💀

❧ prev part – next part

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📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nusername only valid reason to visit Monaco if we're being completely honest 🥐

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maxkellyp y/n taking her aunt duties very serious

bott_ass where to apply to have you as my sugar auntie? asking for a friend?

zhou_ey time to have your own babies 😍

y/nverstappen I'm actually good with being the wine and sugar aunt for now 🍷

zhou_ey that's a pretty cool job too!

kellypiguet bring her home before dinner? 😂

y/nverstappen what do you mean, we're already on our way back to the netherlands, this my kid now.

lewham44 still a better mother figure to p than kelly 🤡

landonorris I know a few spots in Monaco you can't miss 😉

fewtrelllando spot number one: my bedroom

carlito55 lmao @.fewtrelllando jail for you 😭

dandoo mate, this is a post about her niece and you're flirting with y/n or making and attempt to do so? 😂

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y/nverstappen posted to their story

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landonorizzzz lando in Monaco last night after the GP ❤️

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norr4slan screaming crying throwing up 🤯

lanlan frothing at the mouth..

norstappen wait a damn minute, was that y/n verstappen?! 😭

norrizzfour yeah but if you look closely she's just walking past with her friends and kelly lol they probably all went to the same place

maxiell nah my girl is avoiding him for real 💀

landoscar oh my god he's so pretty 😍

supermaxv MOTHER AND LANDO?

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📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nverstappen Monaco dump 🇲🇨

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dannyricric man I'd do anything to live a life like this

tom1967 she's living off her brothers wealth..

dannyricric I'm pretty sure she makes enough money herself to live a life like this. 🙄

julieeeexo you and sanne served absolute cunt on the grid! 🤩

bobnorriz not the picture of the charles, max and lando podium :')

kellypiguet was really nice to have you around this weekend, we should definitely do this more often, P absolutely adores her auntie 🥰

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charles_leclerc it was very nice we got to hang out together☺

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sharllekler this guy makes me cringe so hard but it's so endearing, like did he pull all his girlfriend's by being awkward? 😭

sixteenleclerc girl have you seen y/n? She's got something that'll make most men awkward as fuck

victoriaverstappen so sad we couldn't join you two this year

y/nverstappen we should already plan for next year then 😉

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📍 Amsterdam, the Netherlands

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bananaclerc hey, yes, hi..I'd like to be you 😭

norrisoscar I've only known this woman for a week but I'm already obsessed with her

keirarobins do I spy new products for the store? 👀

y/nusername keep an eye open 😉

zhou_ey I don't know if I want to be you or if I want to be with you 😭

sannetje is that my hat?

y/nverstappen don't know what you're talking about..

sannetje sure..

landonorris I need that candle

maxv1 boy go to her store lmao, this is no webshop 💀

landonorris 🔥

grussell63 man I really thought you had more game than this..who taught you this, Charles? 😢

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[detectivebambam]

For the choosing violence thing.

I curious about your thoughts on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24, and 25

(Your thoughts make my day tbh)

lol i gotchu pinky

the character everyone gets wrong: Dan. she's not a badass. i mean she is, but she's not. she's a scared little girl who had to raise herself and has no idea what she's doing at any given time and i love her for it

why andrew would never top or bottom: actually he does both, and tends to enjoy it. kind of an agressive top but Neil likes it, and sometimes likes to follow orders when he bottoms 🫣 i think they do anything and everything with each other. Neil could be dominant or submissive at any given time, which gives Andrew space to learn about what he actually enjoys. He finds that as long as it involves Neil, he doesn't mind

worst tumblr take I've seen: that Andrew was a misogynist because he doesn't like being manipulated, and "manipulation is a woman's weapon" like how is THAT not misogynistic be so real

why did you block that annoying person?: kept saying that Kevin abused Riko as much as Riko abused Kevin. don't know how far they had to reach into the depths of their asshole to find that one, i just hope they didn't get stuck

i don't have discord

which ship fans are the most annoying: y'all are going to absolutely murder me for this but kevaaron. 1) where did it come from? 2) what's wrong with Katie?? 3) no hate ship what u want but also, i can ship what i want? and it's fine it's literally fine

what character did you start to hate because of fanon: i hate to say it but Thea. i adored her when I read the books originally, but after 4 years of exclusively fanon content i didn't like her. but i did a reread recently and adore her again so it's all good

common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about: Andrew being a sex god. Neil is his first consensual sexual partner. like yeah he knows how to suck dick like a dying man, which he learned in juvie (when he was 13-16?) but in terms of sex? he doesn't know what he's doing and he's probably really scared and nervous

worst part of canon: kevin and thea turning their daughter into a mini Raven 😔

worst part of fanon: Renee erasure 😔😔

fandom related words you've filtered: as of currently? anything tsc related because I don't have access to it yet and people aren't tagging properly. but I also have Rinee (rixo x renee) blocked because,,, what do you actually mean

unpopular character you like and why people should like them: Aaron. yeah he's an asshole and a little homophobic but he was raised that way and he's getting better

worst blorboification: if this means what i think it means, fucking riko. like wdym "he serves cunt" he needs to serve time

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you can't understand why this is popular: kevaaron, any riko ship, riko himself, ichirou x neil, andreil breaking up in fics ?

there should be more of this: fic: oral fixation. sexual or non sexual idc but let's Freud these bitches. fanart: ANDREW WITH LONG HAIR PLS PLS PLS

it's criminal that y'all have been sleeping on: STUART HATFORD. LITERALLY NEXT TO WYMACK ON THE FATHER FIGURE SCALE. I LOVE HIM

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like: i don't feel guilt I'm Presbyterian

part of canon you found boring: anytime they were in class like wdym

part of canon you think is overhyped: this one is going to get me in trouble so i wanna start off by saying that yes, Riko was a victim of abuse. I'm not disputing that at all. but the part where he got beat by Tetsuji and "was more blood and bruise than skin", while being horrible, was also because of Kevin leaving due to Riko breaking his hand. Tetsuji lost one of his biggest investments because of Riko's petty ego

fav part of canon that everyone ignores: Stuart Hatford man

ship you've unwillingly come around to: Kandreil lol. i didn't like it at first but idk the more fanfic i see I'm like yeah that could be cute

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse: picture this, if you will: Nora Sakavic says something about her own damn characters. yeah that's all

common fandom complaint you're sick of hearing: "it's poorly written" it's not. if you can get over the first chapter of The Raven King, the rest is actually written very well and it's so so beautiful and depicts traumatized characters in a way I haven't seen before that is very refreshing

ty for the ask pinky ily

[pepsi-maxwell]

get to know me game!

tagged by @joestrummen, thank you <333 tagging @cosmoseinfeld @feycorvus @vicekings @dilf-in-peril @oddconvictions anyone else who sees this!

do you make your bed? i kinda half-arse it but yes

what's your favourite number? 17

what is your job? try to write code and cry

if you could go back to school would you? primary school? maybe. anything after that? fuuuuuck no

can you parallel park? yes!

a job you had that would surprise people? worked in a music store with an original member of a fairly famous band

do you think aliens are real? absolutely! aliens in the intelligent/able to communicate with us sense? less likely but not impossible, it's a big universe after all

can you drive a manual car? nope!

what's your guilty pleasure? shitty young adult fantasy romance novels where the male love interest is in part modelled off jareth the goblin king

tattoos? piercings!

favourite colour? 🟣

favourite type of music? stoner metal, desert rock, dark synth

do you like puzzles? I FUCKING LOVE PUZZLES, and i shall take this time to recommend 0hh1 <3

any phobias? wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

favourite childhood sport? swimming or karate

do you talk to yourself? on occasion, but mostly i talk to my cats

what movie(s) do you adore? prev i want to watch movies with you there are so many in that list that i love!!

buuuut fight club, mad max: fury road, inception, nolan batman, battinson tarantino films, AKIRA, battle royale, dune, running scared (1986)

coffee or tea? both! love a pot of tea in the afternoon

first thing you wanted to be growing up? a nurse, if you can believe that

also a power ranger

[emobatsy]

"get to know me" meme

a tag game ?! in 2024? thanks @feydrautha :')

Do you make your bed? Only when i want to sit on it.

What's your favourite number? 21 is nice

What is your job? getting my BAs rn, jobless for the first time in a few yrs lol.... :|

If you could go back to school would you? I adored the structure and learning. but no absolutely not, socially wise.

Can you parallel park? Yes, I had a whack driving instructor set on making me be good at it.

A job you had that would surprise people? I tried out for Kindergarten teacher, if that counts. that was wild.

Do you think aliens are real? Yeah, just on pure chance alone.

Can you drive a manual car? Prefer it, even.

What's your guilty pleasure? fancy shmancy coffee

Tattoos? Got 3 (or 5 if u count em separately lol) but always want more.... dont have the money lmao

Favourite colour? also green!

Favourite type of music? cyber and industrial metal just overall, single band will always be Green Day ig

Do you like puzzles? YUP. do em quite often and fast. if i'm chilling i take 2 days for a 1000 piece but i can go faster and have in the past.

Any phobias? whales, we all know this. if i'm not prepared to see em it's bad. like real bad. it's better than it was but still not good.

favourite childhood sport? gymnastics.

do you talk to yourself? no cuz i hate it when other people do it. silence.

what movie(s) do you adore? prev REAL. rdogs is ultimate homely movie. unfortch my favs are like action flicks, i'm not a discerned taste in film kinda guy.

coffee or tea? coffee since it's mandatory, even tho i have to sugarize it quite badly lol. but i DO adore some teas.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? prev me too and then i ALMOST DROWNED. and then i wanted smthn dry lol.

Tagging @dilf-in-peril @gondorsfinest @thesuninperigee @rascheln @joestrummen& everyone who wants do it

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tag game!!

tagged by the lovely @serpentmessmer

Do you make your bed? i will just kinda nudge the sheets back into place but its mostly for my cat. i ain't tryin' too hard tho i do not spend much time out of my bed in the first place

What's your favorite number? 7, 13, 23, Good Numbers

What is your job? i relay calls for folks who are deaf/hard of hearing/have speech issues

If you could go back to school, would you? if it was free i absolutely would i love learning. alas

Can you parallel park? bruh i cannot even drive yet. i'm. working on it

A job you had that would surprise people? i don't think any of my jobs would surprise anyone, it's all retail, hospo, admin and call centre stuff. nothing weird in there really. oh, i worked at a non-emergency police call centre once for a month. it was terrible

Do you think aliens are real? yes, but considering i have a phobia of them i would like them to stay far away til i work through that shit

Can you drive a manual car? i cannot drive any car :)

What's your guilty pleasure? i try not to feel guilty abt pleasure as my prev mutuals have said, but i do feel indulgent when i get to have a nice long bath (no bath in current unit so it's a hotels only kinda thing rn)

Tattoos? one so far and many planned. however i will have to get my one covered up bc it's to do with Magical Children's Series Whose Author Turned Out To Be Shit, and as i am trans i don't rly want it on my skin anymore lmao

Favorite color? phthalo green!

Favorite type of music? when i was younger i was a biiiiig metalhead and i am still very fond of it, but now i'm into darker sounding stuff with fun synths and basslines. spotify says dark pop and alt z is what i listen to a lot of, idk about that but it sounds correct

Do you like puzzles? i adore puzzles. i love escape rooms especially

Any phobias? just aliens rly but jokes on you if you send me any to freak me out bc i'm desensitizing anyway

Favorite childhood sport? the Autism means my hand-eye co-ordination has been shithouse my entire life, however i did martial arts for a while and started when I was like 12. so i'm counting that bc it was v fun. i was also surprisingly good at dodgeball, possibly bc being shit at sports meant i was dodging balls in all the other sports too

Do you talk to yourself? not out loud a lot but internally yeah i got a dialogue. out loud is reserved for my cat

What movies do you adore? i like horror movies and movies with whatever actor i'm fixated on. idk i don't know if i adore movies so much as they get hooked inside my brain until i've watched them enough to recite them. the movies that i have been moved by i usually only watch once and that's a different kinda love. i have movies i'm married to (inception, deepwater horizon, etc) and movies that are (as stephen king would say) a kiss in the dark from a stranger (donnie darko, the lovely bones, million dollar baby, etc)

Coffee or tea? tea 100% the smell of coffee makes me nauseous

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? as a baby baby i wanted to me a marine biologist, then a herpetologist, then a drama teacher who was also an author, then an actor, etc. this was all before age 10.

tagging @monstraduplicia @jellybracelet @hellhoundlair

[always-a-joyful-note]

Ask Meme tag by @msperfectsheep-posts. Thank you for the tag, Anna!!

Do you make your bed?

I do not </3

What's your favorite number?

Hmmm....I think I'll simply just go for even numbers. There's something satisfying about symmetry.

What is your job?

Complicated answer. I will pass.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Absolutely! I love learning about anything. Especially breaking down anything from math to history to literature.

Can you parallel park?

I cannot drive. But in my heart, yes.

A job you had that would surprise people?

Uhhhh.... don't know if I would have a job that would surprise people, honestly. I like to think I live a pretty boring life.

Do you think aliens are real?

They should be.

Can you drive a manual car?

See above. But if I learn, I'd learn manual.

What's your guilty pleasure?

Currently? Idol media.

Tattoos?

I could be convinced but I wouldn't do it of my own volition, no. But the person convincing me would have to be a very close friend.

Favorite Color?

I think every colour deserves love. But I'm fond of warm colours and black/purple.

Favorite type of music?

I dabble in all genres. I'll always go back to synth and rock, though.

Do you like puzzles?

YES! All kinds, too, but I'm most fond of jigsaws and word-based ones.

Any phobias?

No....not to my knowledge.

Favorite childhood sport?

I used to be a basketball enjoyer and honestly still am. Don't play much, though, the tragedy.

Do you talk to yourself?

....yeah. Is this not a normal thing?

What movie(s) do you adore?

Prev. TASTE. Tangled (2010) remains one of my all time favourites which I know is weird given how awkward I am about the romance and shipping business, but it is what it is. Also a huge fan of Rise of the Guardians, Big Hero 6, the first HTTYD movie, and Knives Out. Yes, I was in fact a ROTBTDer. Moving on!

Coffee or tea?

Tea

First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

I'm pretty sure it was the classic astronaut, but I might be misremembering.

And that's a wrap! I don't know who to tag right now but if you have been tagged before by me or see this, consider yourselves tagged

[heich0e]

if you've sent in an ask lately that i didn't respond to, it may be answered under the cut! i'll be dividing these posts up by general subject matter so no one has to scroll for too long to find any asks they may have sent. feel free to block the tag #liv got mail if you don't like seeing posts like this. i'm sorry to have kept you waiting, and p.s. i love you very much <3

part four: fic stuff, etc. ✉

✉ Anonymous asked: liv no one writes suna like you how am i supposed to go on when you hate him (affectionately)

u should try hating on him too it's very liberating and he's an easy target <3

✉ Anonymous asked: not a day goes by when I don't think about pollute I deeply thank you for making it 🩷😔🙏

ahhhh yes... polluted.... my gang-num opus.... thank u for enjoying one of the nastiest things i have ever written we are in this together now!!

✉ @just-jordie-things asked: hello here like everyone else to make sure you get so much love for your mini series with megumi 🤗🤭 (and also i just binged the rest of your work too 😭 😂) i love your writing style it’s so addicting i feel so involved in your stories. and i just loooove how you write megumi !! excellent work i hope you had fun with it!! have a great day/night 🫶

HI JORDIE!! u are SO KIND!! i am so happy you enjoyed the series (and hopefully whatever else you read!!) and i really really really REALLLLY appreciate you taking a moment to share these sweet words w me. sending u love and endless gratitude!! <3

✉ Anonymous asked: Hey Liv, just wanted to reach out to you

Hopefully you don't feel overwhelmed or something like that regarding your last series and everything that came along with it (also your last asks were... Let's say bizarre), so I just wanted to remind you that while I think you're an amazing writer and love what you post, I do not simply follow you for the content you put out: in fact I've become more an more interested in your persona, I think you're hilarious and witty and kind and I find myself looking forward to even you reblogging art and your keysmashes in the tags

Thank you for being so special Liv!!♥️🤩

this really ought to have gone in the love letter section because it's so incredibly sweet of you to say. u might have questionable taste in girlbloggers but omg your heart is so beautiful and kind :') thank YOU for making me FEEL so special, and for taking the time out of your life to do so. i adore u more than i could ever say and i am sending u roughly 92 MILLION kisses. love u so big.

✉ Anonymous asked: hi liv! whenever u see this i just wanted to say that im sorry u felt like u couldnt continue posting smth u created and had fun making onto ur little corner of the internet that we all have the privilege of sharing w u 🖤 it rlly does hurt when smth we make and are excited to share with others isnt met w the same kind of enthusiasm. even tho it's understandable why some ppl weren't huge fans of ur mini megumi series, im sure it was still a bit hurtful. i just wanted to say that everything you create, no matter who likes or dislikes it, is beautiful and deserving of love and recognition for the effort, time and emotions you put into making it. i hope ur break is relaxing and lovely, and i cant wait to continue supporting u and ur creativity when u get back 🖤🖤🖤

thank u little guy. i appreciate you and these words very very much <3

✉ Anonymous asked: just read the Megumi drabble series and saw your prev asks answering the continuation of it, and let me just say that (a) i LOVED the series it's absolutely adorable and also angsty and (b) i completely understand if you decide not to continue!!!! i just wanted to show some support ❤️❤️ your writing's incredible ❤️❤️ regardless of if it'll continue or not, it was an amazing read!

thank you for reading and enjoying it!! you are so sweet!! sending u a big tight squeeze

✉ Anonymous asked: LOVE YOUR LATEST MEGUMI FIC!!! I know it’s easier said than done but I hope you become more comfortable with posting whatever you want in you little corner of the internet!!!

ahhhhhh i hope so too!! and i am so grateful you enjoyed it!! thank you friend <3

✉ Anonymous asked: I loved the recent series of veterinarian Megumi and his son so much, I loved your writing. I understand you're not going to continue, but I appreciate you writing it anyway.💓

and i appreciate u reading it!!!! and enjoying it!! it means so much to me!! blowing u a big kiss rn

✉ Anonymous asked: hi hi Liv ❤️ I just wanted to say I respect your choice to not post more of your oopsy baby series to prevent others from becoming uncomfortable, and I just hope it doesn’t diminish your own joy for writing and creating.

I think it’s totally fair to acknowledge that you hadn’t included a warning or anything about the kid (almost definitely) being Megumi and reader’s, cuz that happens sometimes! Things slip through! But at the same time people don’t have to keep reading if they get to a point they’re not enjoying it.

I think I speak for a lot of people when I say I just want you to be happy in your space, so whatever way you choose to achieve that is of course the best choice for you ❤️❤️

hi hi FRIEND!! thank you for such sweet words and for being so understanding and kind. LOVE UUUUUU

✉ Anonymous asked: just wanna compliment you cause its honestly so impressive that you managed to write and outline multiple stories in the past two weeks. you never fail to amaze me with your creativity keep up with the amazing stuff and take care of yourself :)

i feel so SO lucky to have an outlet to dump all my silly little ideas into when they strike, and to have people (like you!!) who are there to enjoy them along with me!! hope you're well sweet thing!!

✉ Anonymous asked: PLEASE GOD YOUR WRITING IS IMMACULATE. LIKE DOWNRIGHT SWEEPING ME OFF MY FEET IN HAPPINESS WHEN I SEE YOU POST IMMACULATE.

write whatever makes you comfortable, parenthood or not because after all, YOU are the one who is writing it and everyone has their own responsibility to scroll if they dont like your comment. anyway, sending lots of love, YOU DESERVE IT ALL!!

WAHHH u are so kind!! sending u a big squish and so much love right back <3 and thank you for such a lovely bit of reassurance i appreciate u!!

[one last note: there were some other asks about the mini megumi series that i wasn't sure if i should include. i never want to post or share anything that someone might interpret as targeted, or alienating, or sensitizing in any way—and i'm ready to move on and not rehash any old wounds. i know they all came from a very kind place, and i am so truly and sincerely appreciative of anyone who reached out to check on me, or support me, or tell me that they enjoyed the series. love u always and tremendously, liv. xx]

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#5

I love self reblogging. The concept of going "is anyone gonna reblog this amazing content I made?" and not waiting for an answer

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We built a little house and filled it with our little dreams

But shining brighter are the moments that were in between

If I'm honest, it felt like love

.

And in the morning, you adored me 'til the sun went down

And then I knew you were the one I couldn't live without

If I'm honest, it felt like love

Don’t You Worry by Oh Wonder

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Day One of My 2k Celebration

light - home - what if it was easy - it will be easy

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#3

Divinity lives within my skin and my love,

I am blessed that you let me worship at the altar of your lips

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“Please,” he says, “I need something more.”

More than life? I ask. Than pleasure?

“Yes,” he says, with clasped hands on bent knees,

“I need you”

.

He spills whiskey into his stomach, smoke into his lungs. He spill blood, his own and others’.

But he does not spill one drop of us, tongue chasing fingers so that he may take what is left of my body from my hand.

- poem by Kath @caskarass

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Stolen moments of holy intimacy between Dean and Castiel

Their mutual worship knows no bounds.

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#2

baptized in blood,

it drips from my nose

with no absolution.

what if it was easy?

Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary

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for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k

prompt: young Dean

inprnt / redbubble

2,441 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Losing love is like a window in your heart

Everybody sees you’re blown apart

Everybody sees the wind blow

Graceland - Paul Simon

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Dean's heart burns in front of him. Leaving the hollow shell of what was. or could have been, if he'd shared it with Cas.

For Liv carrotfricker's 500 celebration - void/grief

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Jaidenanimations just like made up and drew an absolutely adorable little symbol for queerplatonic relationships aldnkskdjfjwkdnfn

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I feel a lot of respect and gratefulness for the fanartists in the pjo fandom right now. They've been the mvps with supporting Leah. Like, if you're a kid and you read 9 nice tweets and 1 nasty one, you're gonna remember the nasty one. But the streams of art that y'all cranked out practically overnight, made in her honor? Extra tangible love and support. That's gotta stick. A picture really is worth a thousand words.

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“Everyone else and their orientations are able to bond and relate to the love and romance aspects and we’re over here like--- We don’t do that.” - Jaiden Animations

Edit-- link to vid <3 :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF1DTK4U1AM&t=3s

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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: Thanks for all the love on chapter 1, gang! This one's a real slow burn so I hope you're all in for the ride, haha. Also, I had picked the date Ralph arrived at random based on the general timeline I have for this fic, but it was only when making the fake text screenshots that I realised that the following day may have been a major event in the UK, so I'll leave it up to you to decide whether or not Ralph was responsible for that one lmao.

Also!! Big, beeg love to everyone in the jq server for enabling, encouraging and basically co-writing this whole premise, but especially to @hawkinsbanishedhero whose one-off typo, as featured in this chapter, inspired the absolute monolith this fic has become. <3

You wake up to a shooting pain in your back and an ache down one side. You groan as you stir into consciousness; for years you’ve always been able to pride yourself on the ability to sleep literally anywhere perfectly fine, you’d never understood why your friends always complain about back pains and knee pains when you’re all still relatively young, but now you get it.

You manage to pull yourself to standing and stiffly make your way to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. You look over at your closed bedroom door, wondering whether to wake Ralph up before you go to work. You don’t have to be there for opening, at least, but you do hope he’s not one to lay in for too long. Besides, the earlier you can get in to catch up on admin stuff before Head Office complain at you, the better.

As though he could read your thoughts, the door opens and a very sleepy Ralph emerges, rubbing his eyes to adjust them to the sunlit room. It’s positively adorable. “Morning,” you smile at him. “Sleep well?”

“Ah, good morning!” Even through his yawns, his voice remains very prim and proper. “I slept delightfully, apart from the occasional din coming from outside. I only noticed that when I was already awake, though.”

“Yeah, perks of being in South London, police sirens are pretty much 24/7 here. You get used to it,” you shrug, and Ralph looks horrified, ignoring your silent offer to make him a cup of tea.

“So, crime just happens? Everywhere? And it’s all just par for the course?!” he asks in shock. You nod, and he frowns. “I don’t think I want to leave the house.”

“You might need to someday, bud,” you point out, still making him one just in case. “I need to go to work, and you might end up going stir-crazy in here all the while,” you gesture at the four walls of your living-kitchen space.

“Yes, it is rather… Cramped in here,” Ralph comments with an upturned nose, though he takes the cup of tea that you slide over to him happily enough.

“Yeah, well. This is how far £900 a month gets you,” You shrug as you take your first sip, and Ralph chokes on his.

“I beg your pardon?!” he sputters out. “Ni- Nine hundre- How much is that really worth?!”

Nodding silently, you hold a finger up and take your phone out. As seems to be routine whenever you and Ralph learn about the stark differences between your time and his, you take your turn to react, almost choking and spitting out your mouthful. “Nineteen pounds?!”

“Well, that still sounds rather extortionate to me!” Ralph replies with wide eyes.

You walk over to where you had last thrown off your jacket and dig out your purse, taking out a £20 note and handing it to Ralph. “This, right here, would have been enough in your day to pay for this whole flat for a month.”

Again, Ralph scrunches his nose in disgust. “I rather feel as though you’re being swindled.” He holds the money up, turning it over and over in his hands. “Is this what money looks like nowadays?!”

“Yeah! Here,” you empty the monetary contents of your purse out onto the kitchen counter. You explain what each note and coin equate to. “I’ll leave them here in case you need to go to the store and get something. C’mere,” you wave him over to the window, pointing down below to a row of shop fronts at the bottom of another estate of flats. “There, on the corner, that’s a supermarket. It’s like, a greengrocers, a pharmacy and a clothing store, all in one. Then, next to it is the gardening store, my number one money sink.” You gesture to the houseplants that adorn the room.

“You do grow a lot of plants,” Ralph muses, smiling to himself as he gently holds a monstera leaf.

“All legal stuff, I promise,” you laugh. “But, yeah. Landlords don’t allow us to have pets, and so I’ve gotta have something to take care of. Of course, if I’d have known I’d be adopting a man born in the Victorian era, I might not have spent so much…”

Ralph, now more awake, bounces on the balls of his feet. “I-I can take care of them if you would like! Our gardener used to teach me all about how to water plants. It came in handy, being out in the garden sometimes. Much… quieter, out there,” Ralph falters, running the leaves between his fingers.

You place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, “Wanna talk about it?”

He takes a deep breath in as his shoulder tenses up under your touch. “Oh, no, it’s quite alright, you’ve got enough on your plate as it is!”

“Okay. Well, if you ever want to talk about anything, I’m more than happy to hear you out,” you rub your palm against him in a single circular motion before pulling away. “Don’t feel like you have to bottle things up around me, okay?”

Ralph chuckles, though there’s no amusement in it. “Oh, it’s fine, honestly, I’ve no trouble with bottling things up. Rather, it’s the fact that I don’t that leads to most of my problems!”

“Okay. You know what you’re happy to share, I’m not gonna push you. But don’t make yourself sad unnecessarily, ‘kay?” You hold your little finger out. “Here, I want you to pinky promise me.”

This time, Ralph does crack a smile. “Pinky… Promise?”

“Yeah!” you grin. “Like, you know how usually big decisions are made with a handshake to make them official?” Ralph nods. “Well, little decisions that still require a commitment are usually made with a pinky promise. It’s like a handshake, but only linking your little fingers. So, pinky promise me you’ll always tell me if there’s something I can help you with? This whole mess is scary for both of us. But we’re in it together.” You smile softly at Ralph, and he returns it. In the early morning light, you can see freckles bouncing off of his face. Of course he has freckles.

Ralph sticks out his little finger, too, and you wrap yours around his for a moment before letting go. “That was… Fun,” his ears tinge a slight pink. 

“It was!” you grin. “Now, what would you like for breakfast? I’ve got cereal, I could cook you some eggs and bacon. Or, ooh, there’s one more shop I can show you!” You point out the last one in the row. “That’s a bakery. We can go pick up some fresh pastries if you wanted those, too.”

“Whatever is easiest for you,” Ralph insists. You pour him some cereal and milk in a bowl, stick a spoon in it and hand it to him, offering him to join you on the sofa.

“Okay, so while I’m gone, I obviously don’t expect you to sit here twiddling your thumbs until you get back. Now, this thing here, it’s called a television. Sometimes called a telly, sometimes called a TV. This,” you brandish the control at him, “is called a remote, it’s how you control it. You know how you could project films and stuff onto a screen, in your day?” Ralph nods. “This does that without needing a projector. And you can get all sorts of shows and films on there. I wouldn’t recommend you watch the news, just because… Well, you know why,” you pull a face and he nods slowly. “But I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like, there’s enough out there, that’s for sure.”

“Okay, so the T… V… I can watch people perform on here?” Ralph asks, and you nod. You show him how to flick through channels, and his eyes light up. “Fascinating!”

“And if you want to listen to music, there’s a special speaker, here,” you point to your Amazon Echo. “It has a name, and you can talk to it. So you could say, Alexa, play me some jazz,” you hold your finger up to tell Ralph to wait as the speaker flashes blue.

“Playing songs from playlist Jazz Classics,” the smooth robotic voice tells you, and sure enough, the room fills with the sounds of brass and percussion working in an upbeat harmony.

Ralph absolutely giggles in delight. “Marvellous! What a spectacular creation! And I could ask it to play any sort of music?”

You nod, telling the Echo to stop. “You can even tell it to play music based on what mood you’re in. So, if you need to wallow for a bit, you can have some sad songs to listen to, or if you’re feeling high-energy, you can ask for songs to match that. That should tide you over,” you nod as you take his bowl and yours to the kitchen sink. “I’ll be back around lunchtime to drop you off some more clothes and I’ll get you some lunch too, but if you want a snack in between, feel free to make yourself a sandwich, or…” Another quick Google search tells you toasters were around in 1926. “Or toast! You could make some toast, if you wanted. We’ll go food shopping soon and get more specific snacks for you, but I gotta get going.” You throw your jacket on.

“But what about your money? What if you have to pay for something?” Ralph asks, concerned.

“Don’t worry, mate, I’ve got it covered. That’s yours, yeah?” You point to the kitchen counter. “You can use it however you want when we go out. Just… Don’t go crazy, okay? I don’t exactly break the bank.” You throw your jacket on and wave him goodbye, “See you at lunch!”

Once you leave the flat, Ralph suddenly feels completely stranded. He tries to drown it out by pressing buttons on the “remote” until something shows up. It’s a show about people buying houses that are bare, and fixing them up to sell on. Ralph feels as though they end up looking worse, but he understands why he would feel that way. He just doesn’t understand the modern style, that’s all. It’s not their fault that taste clearly deteriorated over time. Then he watches a show all about “antiques”, though again, it takes him a while to acclimate to recognising certain pieces of furniture as items he’s witnessed being sold in stores just before he left for the army. He wonders, if he keeps watching, will there be an item that once belonged in Penbury House?

His mind wanders back to that comment you had made yesterday. Penbury House. A home that had been in the family name for generations upon generations, now a lowly bookstore. What could have possibly led to it being lost? Were there truly no more Penburys? Had Victoria gone absolutely mad and lost the entire family fortune? Was his accidental trip through time the catalyst to the death of the Penbury name as it was once known? Well, wouldn’t Mother and Father have a lot to say about that. Typical Ralph, can’t hold onto anything. Not even the estate tied to him by his last name, the only thing giving him any purpose.

He realises he needs a distraction. Something to keep him busy. You had mentioned something about toast, the kitchen staff had been very excited to receive a toaster oven not long before Ralph left. He remembers helping the cook, who didn’t know how to read, understand the instructions. It only toasts one side at a time, Ralph knows this. Spurred on by his pride, he finds the bread and puts it in the toaster. 

As he’s trying to find the right button, switch, dial, lever - there’s so many extras on here, which one does he touch? - Ralph begins to get overwhelmed again. Echoes of his parents’ quick deflections, telling him to go ask the staff. The staff telling him that they’re far too busy to entertain children - other than the nanny, of course, who also made it very clear that she was only tending to Ralph’s needs because she was paid to do so. Victoria finding the art of making friends becoming second nature to her, and yet not to him for some reason. It’s not fair, he was just like her. So what made people want to be her friend and not Ralph’s?

Head swimming as the toast pops up, he remembers to turn it around to make sure it cooks on both sides - not realising that both sides had already cooked quite well. Soon, a strange smell starts to fill the flat. Then smoke quickly starts billowing out of the toaster. Ralph, terrified, slowly starts backing towards the door. Then an alarm of sorts goes off. Ralph wrenches the door open and backs out, his moon-wide eyes staring in horror.

Someone from the flat opposite opens the door and starts yelling, running in to unplug the toaster oven, pick up some… Tool that clamps together when they press it so, use it to take both slices out to throw them onto the counter. Ralph watches, back pressed to the wall as though he's tethered there, as this brave soul opens as many windows as they can before marching out to him, coughing their lungs out. "The fuck is wrong with you?! Who are you?! Are you supposed to even be here?!"

Ralph finds himself too stunned to speak. The neighbour rolls their eyes. "Do you at least know the person who lives here?" Ralph nods. "We'll see about that."

Being at work again, ironically, feels like it's been a century despite it only being a day. But the floor is running smoothly, everybody's here and working just great. You're even on track to finish all your admin stuff at long last, when - your phone rings as your neighbour's name pops up. You answer it, confused as to why they would possibly need to call you. “Hello?”

“You dating a dickhead, by any chance?” You hear their voice, a constant panicked hooting that - despite you having just met him - you could easily place as Ralph hyperventilating, and your smoke alarm in the background.

You sigh, “Not dating, but my… An old family friend is staying. Proper sheltered guy, sounds like a massive Tory. Is he okay?”

“Sheltered to the point of not knowing how a fucking toaster works?! I should call the fucking police on him for endangering the whole block!”

“No! No, please, I - Like I said, he’s just very… Look, I don’t have time to go through his life history with you -” read: I don’t have time to bullshit something right now - “but can you just… Keep an eye on him while I get back? I promise, he’s not bad, he’s just…”

“An absolute idiot?”

“Yeah…” You sigh.

“Alright. But only because you’ve been so good about keeping my cat secret.”

“I’ll buy Cheese her favourite tuna on my way home as a thank you!” you squeal in relief as you hang up.

You quickly ring up some clothes in the same size as the ones you’d given Ralph last night, explain to your staff that there’s an emergency at home and to call if they need anything - but please, god, don’t need anything, you think that last part to yourself.

Grateful you took your car this morning, you’re able to get back in a matter of minutes. You run into the supermarket to grab a can of tuna, a toothbrush for Ralph and, in a stroke of genius you’d had on the drive, a SIM card. You manage to successfully pay for everything - thanking whatever's out there that your phone's wallet system actually co-operated with the self-checkout for once - and run everything back to the flats, wanting to prioritise getting back to Ralph over getting the car into the right car park. You can do that once your poor neighbour is relinquished of their Ralph-sitting duties.

Once you get to your floor, you see your door still propped open, and your neighbour sat in their open doorway. With a relieved sigh, you fish out the can of tuna from your carrier bag and hand it over. “I will supply as much of that, and anything you want, as thanks for all this. Please don’t be mad at him -”

They raise a finger to interrupt you and lean over, revealing Ralph sitting on the floor of their flat, absolutely beaming as Cheese the cat paces in front of him, rubbing her head and body against his knees at every chance she can get. Ralph even pets her on occasion, which she takes happily.

Your face drops. “How - I have to use that tuna just to get a sighting of her when I come round and feed her!”

Your neighbour shrugs. “I’m just down here because I’m still convinced she’s doing it to lure me into a false sense of security -” You laugh with them at that, and they sigh in resignation. “But look at him. He’s harmless, isn’t he?”

You nod. “He’s just… Not used to living life on his own.”

They rasp as they stand up. “That’s an understatement. What, was he in some sort of imprisonment?!”

You shake your head. “I don’t even know. I just know that he wanted to get out of where he was. And he ended up here, with me.”

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, then.” A look of realisation dawns over their face as they grin at you knowingly. “Isn’t your flat a one-bed -”

“I am sleeping on the sofa!” You point at the pillow and blanket that still remain strewn over the back of your couch, just about in view of where your neighbour had kept open to keep watch of the flat. Your neighbour laughs as your cheeks turn pink. “I’m not expecting him to stick around, so I’m toughing it out until he can find his feet.”

“Yeah, well,” they shrug. “Just teach him how to use things in a way that doesn’t involve committing arson, alright?”

Ralph finally notices that you’re stood in the doorway, and the delight on his face immediately turns to shame. He stands and bows his head, quickly heading out and into your flat, not making eye contact with you. You frown, though nod a final thanks to your neighbour who thankfully nods back in understanding, and follow him in. “Hey, you alright?”

“I have failed you,” Ralph says simply, his back turned to you.

You walk over to him, deciding he probably doesn’t want physical contact just yet. “No, you didn’t, I did. I should have left instructions, it’s not your fault you didn’t know how it worked.”

“Is it all ruined?” he asks in a small voice.

You put your bag down on the kitchen counter to look at the toaster and shake your head, throwing the burnt toast away. “It’s absolutely fine, Ralph. Promise.” You lean down until you can make eye contact with him and offer him a smile. “Need a hug?”

Ralph, looking on the verge of tears, nods and you walk over to him with your arms outstretched. He buries his face in your shoulder as you feel his breaths become more and more regulated. You smell the smoke still clinging onto his shirt and tap his shoulder to get his attention. Once you’re out of his embrace, you can’t help but wish you’d lingered just a moment longer. You empty out the shopping bag you’d brought in, telling Ralph, “I bought you some new clothes. And a toothbrush. And something else I’m going to show you later. Go have another shower, get that smell out of you.”

While he’s in the shower again, you go to your junk drawer, thankful that you’d decided not to throw away your old phone when you upgraded through your contract. Putting the new SIM card in, you put your old phone on charge and start Ralph-proofing it. You delete all apps except for Google, so that he can find things out for himself. You’d tell him about Alexa’s capabilities there, too, but you feel as though Ralph isn’t quite ready to understand it can’t answer everything. Not like the internet can. While he's somewhat safe in the shower, and while the phone charges enough to power on, you quickly make sure your car isn't getting towed. That would just be the icing on the cake today.

Still, once you're back in the flat, all that stress seems to ebb away when he comes out of the bathroom. “You look smart,” you chime as he walks out wearing the outfit he’d chosen for himself from the clothes you'd provided: a brown plaid shirt and some jeans - you'd overestimated to be safe, but they didn't appear too baggy. Enough for a belt to manage, but they could fit better.

“Well, I couldn’t find a - a suit to co-ordinate anything with, or a tie, so I’ve had to make do. I hope this is suitable enough,” he brushes his shirt down with his hands and fiddles with the collar.

“It looks great, Ralph,” you reassure, waving him over. “Now, this is gonna be a really big thing I’m going to be teaching you about now, so we’ve gotta focus up, okay?”

You teach him how to send a text message to you, the only contact in the phone now. You teach him how to call you. You have him practise calling by going to your room and waiting for him. He gets all giddy when he’s figured it out. You teach him that if typing is difficult, he can press a button, speak into his phone and the words will come up. You also tell him that if he taps the last square on the screen, and types in a question, it’ll tell him everything he needs to know.

Once that’s out of the way, you remember something. “Ah, shit. Uh, hey, Ralph, I’m supposed to be going over to my friend’s place tonight for dinner. If you want, you can join us, or I can cancel -”

“No, please don’t cancel on my account! Oh, but I can’t be trusted on my own here, can I, oh blast…” Ralph falters, but you once again put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Nah, don’t be silly, you can come with, it’s fine.” You send the group chat a message:

“They say they can’t wait to meet you! All’s good,” you grin.

“It certainly isn’t, what about your job?” Ralph asks with a frown.

You sigh. "Let me make you lunch, I'll pop back in to finish my stuff. It's been a slow one and I've got a good team on so hopefully they understand if I need to dip early to come back to you. Literally, just text me or call me if you need anything, promise?" Ralph holds out his little finger and you link it with an affectionate smile. "I'll leave the spare key out here on the counter if you want to leave. And anything you want an answer to straight away, that I might not have time to answer, you can tap that last square on the main screen and type in the box, okay?" Ralph nods. You make the pair of you some sandwiches and take yours on the road with you, fishing out your spare key and showing Ralph where you're putting it ("just in case").

By the time you've driven to work, you have a notification on your phone, which you finally read once you're back in the office:

Once you're finally done with admin stuff, for the time being, you go back out onto the floor to check on your team. You fill them in on an old family friend coming to stay, he had a bit of an unfortunate incident with a kitchen appliance, all is well but you're keeping your phone on you just in case. They, naturally, want photos and details, which you promise them soon. When you notice you haven't heard from him in a while, you text him:

Your coworkers watch you with amused concern as you go from snorting with laughter to looking at your phone in horror:

Opting to simply wave them all off rather than try to explain what you'd just witnessed over the past half an hour, you help your sales assistants out as much as you can until you feel another buzzing in your back pocket. Half-terrified at what Ralph could possibly text next, you brace yourself:

You let out a stressed breath as you send that last one, and finally, your team wear you down. You explain that your new temporary housemate now has free reign to leave the house, and after the events of the morning, you'd started to regret letting him. When you tell them all that he's 25 (which technically isn't a lie, he's got the body of a 25 year old), they assure you that even the most simple-minded of men surely could only navigate so far. Still, you can't help but pace the shop floor anxiously, refolding shirts and reorganising displays, until:

Laughing with relief, you excuse yourself for the day. You tell the team that you feel awful for leaving them, but they seem to understand that you have a greater purpose ahead of you.

You call Ralph to tell him that you're on your way home, mostly to make sure you don't still hear the sounds of the street behind him. Thankfully, there seems to be some jazz music playing in the background, so he must have figured out how to get music playing, too.

You unlock your door to see Ralph humming along to a tune, wiggling himself around rhythmically as he sprays the leaves of some budded flowers with water. He acknowledges you with a wide, genuine smile. "Hello!" He singsongs. "I thought I'd spruce them up a little before they go to their new home. Just a couple of African Violets, the shopkeeper said. The ones already in bloom on display looked quite wonderful."

It's not that you're not happy to finally see him excited about something he knows about already, but this is the same man who almost burned the whole flat down making toast just hours ago. Still, look at him. It's nice to see him acclimating.

Since Anna doesn't live too far away, you and Ralph walk over to her flat. He's holding his plants and looking extremely proud of himself, until someone almost walks into him and he's suddenly pulled back into the reality of the streets of modern London. His big eyes dart around as he desperately looks out for danger, wrapping his arms around his gift protectively. You take him by the cuff on his wrist and guide him, weaving through strangers who couldn't care any less about their surroundings.

You hadn't told Anna to expect a gift today, and so she seems thrilled to meet Ralph and take the plants out from his grip. He immediately follows her to start babbling on about what the shopkeeper had said were the best conditions to keep them in. Once she's finally able to set them down, Ralph is still tailing her, looking expectantly for more reaction. Amused and slightly confused, Anna reaches up to pat Ralph on the head. He giggles and rushes over to you. You and Anna share a look before you lead him to meet the rest of your friends.

Scott, Connor and Grace all greet Ralph enthusiastically, and he seems to be bursting at the seams at the prospect of so many people being happy to meet him. He stays relatively quiet as you catch up with your friends.

"So, Ralph…" Scott starts. He goes back to looking terrified. "How are you settling in living with this one?" he shoves your shoulder, and you bat him away, playfully flipping him off.

Ralph looks taken aback at such a casual display of vulgarity, but he continues, "Well, it's only been for the one night, and there's certainly a lot to learn about… This… London," you can tell Ralph doesn't lie well, and appreciate that he's trying to word things in as honest a way as possible. “But, your friend here is a remarkable host and teacher,” he nods, smiling to you. It’s up there with one of the strangest compliments you’ve ever received, but it makes you blush nonetheless.

Anna asks for some help in the kitchen, and while Connor is the first to stand up, Scott pushes him back down with a slowly emerging smile on his face, looking directly at you. “Why don’t you give us the chance to get to know Ralphie here?”

You narrow your eyes, “Why do you say that like you’re in your villain arc?”

He laughs, immediately softening. “I just wanna know what makes him tick. Get to know what he really thinks, y’know?”

Ralph’s eyes dart between the two of you. “Rest assured, I have to reason to lie about anybody here in the slightest!”

“I’m just yanking your chain, Ralphie,” Scott laughs, though Ralph is not amused.

Connor rolls his eyes, “Don’t let him put you off us, Ralph. You can get to know us, too, without a certain someone embarrassing us in front of their new friend,” he pulls a face as he points to you with his thumb.

Ralph grins with excitement, his feet running on the spot where he sits. “Do you have a lot of tales to tell between you, then?”

“Oh, we’ve known each other for years. Went to school together.” You explain as you stand, following Anna’s anguished look from her kitchen door. 

Ralph licks his lips, sadness dawning on his face. “Does that mean you all knew Lauren, too?”

Scott pulls a face, “How do you know Lauren, of all people?!”

Quickly assigning yourself as damage control, you pipe up, “Before he came to me, when he was living elsewhere, he met Lauren, Nick, Jase and Horace.”

“And yet he only mentioned Lauren…” Scott teases.

“Would you stop?” Grace slaps Scott’s shoulder as he laughs, moving over to accompany Ralph, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. “Clearly things didn’t work out. Her loss, mate.”

Even Connor gets in on the teasing as he snorts with laughter while pointing at you. “What a twist of fate, remember when Nick -”

“You know I never actually asked him out, right? I wussed out at the last minute and just told you all that he turned me down,” you interject, to almost everyone’s groans.

“Nah, that makes sense,” Anna calls from the doorway. “Explains why you’re still such a chicken these days. Speaking of chicken,” she ushers you into the other room hurriedly.

As your friends grill Ralph on what he knows about you so far (“Very little, I’m afraid!”), what his intentions in London are (“Sort of making it all up as I go along, really!”), and his tastes (“I’m really not quite sure, um, I’m quite new to all of this… Modern… I’ve always known the classics, you know?”), you help Anna with her final preparations. 

“So, how long d’you think you’re gonna keep him around for?” Anna asks.

You shrug, “It’s not really up to me. It’s whenever he’s ready to go back home, I guess.”

“I wonder where home is for him,” Anna frowns, and you shrug, focusing on your task. “He’s so… Out of touch. I know Scott was out of line guessing he’s escaped from a cult,” she mouths the word, “but, like, would him going back home really be the best thing?”

“Babe, you’ve known him for all of five minutes, and all you know about him is that he bought you some plants.”

“Exactly! You two are made for each other,” she muses, to which you grab a tea towel to flick at her.

“I’ve only really known him a day, myself,” you counter. 

“And still you let the man live with you,” Anna raises her eyebrows at you.

You shrug again, “I dunno, he’s harmless, i’nt he?” You look over at him, a trace of wistfulness in your gaze as you watch your friends tap his phone for him, pointing things out to him. “I guess we’ll just see what happens.”

Once everything is dished up, you go out to the other room to call them all to pick up their meals. “Hope you haven’t traumatised Ralphie too much,” you comment.

“Not at all!” Ralph beams. “Look at how many new people I have to call and to text message now!” He shows you the addition of your four friends’ numbers in his contact list.

“That’s great, Ralph,” you nod with an affectionate smile. “Now let’s go eat. Sorry none of your favourites are on the menu tonight, mate.”

“Ooh, what are your favourites?” Grace asks.

“Oh, anything with aubergine on the side is always a five-star meal for me!” Ralph grins, and Connor and Scott snort with laughter.

“Hey!” Anna scolds. “No vulgarity at the dinner table, please!”

Ralph frowns. “What is it that’s so vulgar about aubergines?!”

You see multiple people start volunteering themselves to teach him, and hold your hand out to stop them all. “Ralph, there are some questions that you’re better off finding the answers to all by yourself.”

Ralph gasps and points at you, “By using my phone!” You click a finger gun back at him in affirmation. He excitedly taps out a sentence - part of you wants to double-check for him, but you don’t want him to be entirely dependent on you, and besides, he’s a grown man - and frowns at his phone. “Hm, perhaps it takes a while for it to find the answer.”

You groan, “Has the data not kicked in yet? Sorry, that’s on me.”

Dinner goes by delightfully. Of course your friends would make Ralph feel at home. They are home. You wouldn’t even be able to tell amongst the table that one of you was actually from old money - really old money, at that. After dinner, everyone practically fights over getting to play their favourite songs to see how he reacts to them. You could cry every time you see how genuinely happy Ralph looks - though you didn’t want to pry too much behind his back with Anna, you are curious about his life back home. He doesn’t seem too happy thinking about the past, and if he’s so hung up on Lauren, who he barely knew, there can’t have been much luck with any other relationships. Maybe you’ll get to learn more about him. Maybe you won’t have enough time.

But, for now, you’ll happily take the arm he extends out to you as the song changes, laughing as he twirls you amongst the friend group you’ll happily share with him, for however long he needs them.

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One World One People (2) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.

Summary: Sam and Bucky call on the only Stark left in the Superhero business—codename Static—to help take down the Flag Smashers. Only problem is, she’s pretty damn reluctant.

(These scenes incorporate y/n into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing.

a/n: Aight, it's been a fun time so far. This is where I end the story as per canon is concerned. But I have a tentative flashforward planned if you folks would be into that, let me know. And I might keep posting some random flashbacks with Static to other events in the MCU, if you guys would be interested in that, follow along! Also oh, the tag list is open.

sidenote: Seeing as it was the last one, it's the longest. Buckle up, kiddos. Next installment to this series can be found here.

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“Hey! You came!” Sam exclaims cutting Bucky off. But he’s not upset when he looks up to find out who Sam cut him off in favor of.

“Was I not supposed to?” Y/n asks, as Sam steps up for a hug. She reciprocates with a smile.

They’re all at the dock, celebrating. There’s music in the background, and the smell of some delicious food is overwhelming almost all of Bucky’s senses. People are passing them by, or sitting around, surrounded by laughter.

“No, just thought you were too busy for us normal folks,” Sam throws back, pulling away.

“Sorry about that, my day job’s been… hectic,” she answers with a smile while she waves as Bucky. She's wearing checkered black and white pants, with a crisp black collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a white sweater vest. She looks fucking good, as per usual.

“Hi,” Bucky says with a smile of his own, waving back.

“I did get you the world’s most adorable peace offering though…” she says, lifting her arms as if presenting something.

However, nothing notable happens and both Bucky and Sam’s face contort in confusion.

“What is it?” Sam asks, muddled.

“I said,” she says, louder this time, “I’ve got the world’s most adorable peace offering.”

Still nothing.

“We heard you the first time,” Sam chides. “Do you even have something or—”

“Hold on,” Y/n cuts him off, turning her head to the back she whispers something and then turns back to them. She clears her throat and says, “World’s most adorable peace offering.”

And suddenly a young girl pops out from behind her legs, with a familiar smile on her face.

“Oh ho ho! Look who it is!” Sam exclaims as Y/n picks her up and settles her on her shoulders. Y/n holds onto her feet, as she places her hands on Y/n’s head for support.

“Isn’t this the world’s most adorable peace offering?” Y/n retorts.

Sam lets out a chuckle. “Absolutely. You’re forgiven,” he concedes.

Wearing a cute yellow frock, the kid smiles so vibrantly, Bucky can feel himself melt.

“Morguna,” Y/n sing songs, catching her attention, “Could you do me a favor and say ‘Hi’ to these big burly men for me?”

Morgan looks at them, using her little hands to wave. She says, “Hi.”

Bucky’s face breaks into a full fledged smile.

“Hey there,” Sam waves back. “I’m Sam.”

“Cap ‘merica,” she says pointing at Sam.

Sam lets out a triumphant cheer. “You see that Buck?” He asks, turning to Bucky, “She knows who I am!” He looks back at her, “Yes. I’m Captain America, but my friends get to call me Sam. Nice to meet you, Morgan.” He extends his hand over Y/n’s head and Morgan takes it and shakes it lightly.

“You have wings,” Morgan states.

“I do,” Sam confirms. “You like ‘em?”

She nods. “Annie? Can I have wings when I become a hero?” She asks looking down at Y/n.

“What? No!” Y/n balks in disbelief. She’d been looking up at Morgan the entire exchange but now her eyes are bulging out. “Absolutely not!”

“But Annie! Wings!” Morgan whines, as if that in and of itself should be reason enough for Y/n to quit disagreeing.

“Morgan, no!” Y/n scolds.

“But why?” The kid cries out, face contorting.

“Cause I’m very fond of the land of the living and your mother will kick me out of it if she hears you say that,” Y/n answers, with a mixture of fear and exasperation. “And on that note, never say that in front of your mom.”

Morgan hums unconvincingly, “I miss cheeseburgers.”

Bucky’s confused at the sudden change of subject, until he sees the cunning smile on her face.

Y/n, apparently used to the antics, sighs despondently, “I’ll take you for cheeseburgers next week. You happy, you monster?”

Morgan nods happily. “But still want wings.”

Sam barks out a laugh. And Bucky can’t help but chuckle as well.

“Maybe when you grow up,” Y/n replies half-heartedly. “Now, come on, we’re not done with introductions,” she says looking at Bucky.

“Uncle Buck,” Morgan states, looking at him

Well, fuck.

Bucky’s knees want to give out then and there. Because fuck him, that was too damn sweet.

“Metal hand!” She exclaims with utter excitement. She points at his left arm.

Before Bucky can say anything, Y/n cuts in, “Morgan.” Her voice is firm. “That was rude.”

Morgan’s face falls. And Bucky wants nothing more than to rush over and comfort her. He thinks he'll give her the damn arm or whatever else she wants to see her smile again.

What is it with Stark women and Bucky being wrapped around their fingers?

“But cool arm,” Morgan defends. Her voice is so small, Bucky’s heart is breaking.

“I understand you think that the arm is cool, but you shouldn’t point it out like that,” Y/n explains patiently, though her voice remains stiff. “Uncle Buck got very hurt and so they had to put that arm on him to help. It makes him a little different… Now, if someone pointed at you for being different, would you like that?”

Morgan shakes her head dejectedly, looking so guilty and Bucky fucking hates it.

He hates it even more when she looks up at him and says, “I’m sorry Uncle Buck.”

“The kid is trying to kill me,” Sam mutters from next to him. And Bucky has to agree.

He takes a quick step forward, ready to disregard her apology when her eyes meet Y/n’s. And there is a silent plea there not to do so.

He gets it then. She is trying to teach her an important lesson. And hate it as he might, she isn’t wrong.

So he says, “It’s okay. It’s alright, princess.” He hesitantly reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, while constantly looking back at Y/n for any signs of disapproval. He doesn’t see anything but a kind smile. “You didn’t know.” He extends his arm, pulling his sleeve back, “You wanna see it up close?”

“James, you don’t have to—” Y/n begins.

But Bucky cuts her off with a kind smile of his own, “I don’t mind.”

Morgan reaches out to hold his hand but Sam chimes in, “Hold on.” He stretches out her arms, and Y/n, getting the hint, picks Morgan off her shoulder, handing her over to Sam.

Morgan happily settles in there as she holds Bucky’s hands in both her arms, caressing gently. “Does it hurt?” When Bucky shakes his head, she giggles softly. “Cool,” she remarks looking up at him. Bucky giggles too.

“Alright, come on. Let’s go say hi AJ, Cass and Sarah, shall we?” Y/n ask.

And Sam begins walking their way, passing Y/n by. “You gotta teach me how you made Y/n agree with you. It’ll make me invincible,” Sam whispers into Morgan's ear and is met with a chuckle from the young girl.

“She’s scared of momma,” Morgan whispers back.

Sam lets out a loud laugh, throwing his head back.

“You just got manipulated by a—” Bucky tries to tease her as they both begin to follow Sam.

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you, Barnes,” Y/n warns, annoyed.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, as he throws his hands up in mock defense.

The next thought that makes its way into his head, makes his laugh drop off. “Did you tell Pepper you were bringing her here?”

“Of course,” Y/n answers, cocking her head to look at him with bewilderment. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“It—It’s just with m—me here—”

“She trusts you if I trust you,” Y/n cuts him off. Then her feet halt as she turns to him, he mimics her actions. “And I trust you, James,” she assures him, her eyes filled with determination. Bucky’s gonna have to go see a doctor after this continuous assault on his heart. He’s an old man, he can’t fucking take it. “Besides,” Y/n adds, beginning to walk over to the table where Sam has sat Morgan down on, surrounded by Sarah, AJ and Cass, “Morgan wanted to meet the people who’ll be watching my back in her stead.”

“Is that so?” Sam asks from behind them. Bucky walks over to join them as Y/n sits down on the seat next to where Sam’s seated Morgan on the table. “Is this an interview, Miss Stark?” Sam asks, looking at Morgan.

She just nods.

“How we doing so far?” Bucky asks, leaning over Y/n.

“Meh,” Morgan answers only to be met with displeasured whines from both Sam and himself.

“Tough crowd,” Sam remarks.

“Tell me about it,” Bucky replies. "Like aunt, like niece."

Y/n just chuckles at the whole interaction.

They spend some time talking about everything and nothing. Upon being challenged, assessing it to be the best chance to show off to the pretty dame, Bucky gets up on the table, putting his arm out for a couple kids to hang off of. He thinks he even notices Y/n check him out, out of the corner of his eye. Eventually, Y/n gets up and takes Morgan away to get something to eat. Meanwhile, he and Sam walk over to stand in front of his boat.

“Glad you didn’t sell it,” Bucky tells him.

“Me too,” Sam replies.

“You know... Steve would be proud of you,” Bucky says, trying his best to keep his voice even. “I am too,” he adds.

Sam looks at him then, and a smile breaks onto his face, “I’m proud of you too, Buck.”

Bucky doesn’t think he has words to respond to that, so he looks down with a smile.

“I’d be much prouder if you’d just suck it up and ask Y/n ou—” Sam cuts off suddenly before Bucky can even protest. And that alarms him enough to look up.

Sam’s looking just over Bucky’s shoulder and he already knows who it is.

“I’m proud of you both too, by the way,” Y/n says easily, eating the last of her ice cream and discarding the cup next to her. Morgan’s sitting over her shoulder again and trying her best to not drop ice cream on Y/n’s head. “If that counts for anything.”

“Counts plenty, Y/n,” Sam says.

“That’s not her name,” Bucky cuts in, randomly. He doesn’t really know what drives him to do it. He thinks he still might be shitting bricks from the realization that she’d heard their conversation.

“What?” Sam balks.

“Snitch,” Y/n spits back.

“You were supposed to tell me if I did you a favor,” Bucky reminds her. “And the favor’s already done, sweetheart.” Bucky gives her a smug, yet knowing smile.

“What do you mean it’s not your name?” Sam shouts out, still confused.

She smiles looking right at Bucky, pride evident, as she answers Sam, “Took up a new one when I came out as Tony's sister.”

“So ‘Y/n’ isn’t your real name?” Sam asks.

That makes Y/n look back at him. “That’s not what I said.” She pulls out a couple tissues from her pocket handing them over to Morgan, who accepts them wordlessly, handing over the empty cup of ice cream which Y/n discards. “Both are my real names.”

“But it isn’t your given name,” Bucky ventures.

“I was an orphan in Madripoor, man. I picked out the last one randomly from a book I was reading,” she states, as her hands settle onto Morgan’s feet hanging around her neck. “It’s really obvious guys. I mean, you’re kinda looking at it.”

“Y/n, you promised,” Bucky protests.

She exhales heavily, “You’re gonna feel so stupid when I tell you,” she warns. And then looks up at Morgan and asks, “Pumpkin, who are you named after?”

“Daddy’s favorite superhero.”

Tony’s favorite superher—

Y/N STARK.

“Oh my god!” Bucky shouts out, at the same time as Sam yells, “Oh come on!”

“It was staring right at us,” Sam remarks.

“Literally, right at us!” Bucky adds.

“Told ya,” Y/n states smugly.

Suddenly though, the song changes, and Bucky can’t help himself.

“I need your help.” He extends his hand, offering it to Y/n, “Sam here is trying to have a deep meaningful therapy session where we talk about feelings, Now, I’ll never be one to object to some cathartic crying and a nice warm hug from a big strong man but I’d rather not do it in the middle of a party, ya dig?” He recites her words back to her.

“Hey! You were the one getting sappy, old man!” Sam’s protests go unheard by the pair.

He can already notice a sly smile make its way onto her face as she asks, “And I can help with that how?”

“Dance with me.”

And she takes his hand. But all of a sudden her eyes go wide before they shoot up at Morgan, who’s looking down at her with a smile.

“I’ll take her,” Sam offers, reaching out and picking Morgan up off her shoulder and into his arms. “If it gets you two to finally get your Marvin Gaye on, I’d climb Mount Everest,” He chides as he begins walking away, while Morgan continues softly giggling in his arms.

"Bye Annie," Morgan waves.

"Bye pumpkin."

“I’m tired of third-wheeling," is the last thing Sam says loud enough for both to hear.

“Huh,” is all Y/n says as Bucky begins to pull at her hand, guiding the both of them onto the boat and into the cabin. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to do a little more than just dance, James,” she retorts with a coy smile, looking around them.

I must've been through about a million girls

I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em alone

I didn't care how much they cried, no sir

Their tears left me cold as a stone

He pulls her into his chest with one hand, and she comes willingly. “We danced your way last time,” he puts his other hand on her waist as the first one interlaces with hers. “We’ll do it my way this time.” She brings up her hand and rests it on his shoulder. “My way requires… privacy.”

It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked

I'd get out my book and write down her name

But when the grass got a little greener on the other side

I'd just tear out that page

They begin to sway gently back and forth. And this, this he can do. While it ain’t no ‘40s music; it’s close enough. Slow dancing with a gorgeous woman hasn’t been Bucky’s forte in a long time but Y/n makes it quite easy, he can’t lie. Especially when she’s looking at him like he’s the only thing in the entire world.

But then I fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby

I fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love

“So,” Bucky begins, “Who the hell is Annie?”

Y/n chuckles. “Auntie Y/n got a little too long and she was watching Annie? The musical?” She asks him.

“No idea what that is,” Bucky answers.

She hums, as if expecting it, “Annie’s an orphan so…”

“None of the Stark kids can say your name right, is that it?” Bucky remarks, smiling.

Y/n laughs softly, “I guess so.”

It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked

I'd get out my book and write down her name

But when the grass got a little greener on the other side

I'd just tear out that page

“I have never seen anything as adorable as that girl, you know?”

“I can think of a few things,” Y/n replies. “Not as cute, but… close second.”

“Oh? Like what?”

She leans close and places a kiss on his cheek.

Call the damn cardiologist. Bucky’s gonna have to be dragged out of here on a stretcher. He barely survived the last one. He’d stood on that sidewalk for a good 5 minutes before his body decided to function again. And this one is accompanied with slow dancing and a tender caress of his jaw, with her very hand.

What the fuck is he supposed to except blush?

“That,” she says, her thumb brushing his cheeks where they’ve heated up.

And for the first time since the whole thing started, Bucky finally voices his thought, "Well, fuck."

And she lets out a light giggle.

But then I fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby

I fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love

“You ever gonna listen to Sam and ask me out?” She asks bluntly. Her voice isn’t accusatory. Only curious.

Bucky’s a little taken aback but he knew she’d heard them. Granted he didn’t know she’d ask point-blank but that’s the woman he’s decided to fall for. “Ah well. I—um—” He breathes out heavily, and tries again, “Yes… I want to.”

“What’s stopping you?” She asks, her one hand still resting on his cheek, while she rubs his thumb with hers with the other.

And now that he’s looking at her, he can’t really remember what the answer to that question was. Fuck he can barely remember the question.

“Let me guess? Rhymes with Greve Grogers?” She asks, amusement bouncing in her eyes.

His head falls onto her shoulder as he groans because he really wishes it wasn’t some violation of sorts to go after his best friend’s girl. “Yes,” he grumbles.

“Didn’t stop you from flirting with Peggy,” she chides.

And that makes him look back up at her, “I didn’t flirt with Peggy!” She only makes a face at him that conveys her incredulity easily. “I didn’t!” He defends.

“You do know she was my best friend, right?” She retorts, narrowing her eyes.

“Yes of cour—Wait what?!” He balks.

She just shrugs with a smile.

“Wait that means—” Bucky begins.

“—Steve’s already broken the rule you’re so worried about… So have I,” She finishes.

And he wishes that was it. He really does.

But it’s not just that. He’s also very scared, okay? He’s terrified. He hasn’t had anything real. Ever. Back before the war, he was too young to want to be serious, too much of a punk to even look for it. But now, with her, things don’t feel like that. They feel all-consuming. It feels like he’s standing in the eye of the hurricane that is Y/n and for the life of him, he can’t object to it. Because while yes, she’s throwing his life in a spin that he cannot control, she’s making his heart beat out of his chest every chance she can get, she’s also bringing him solace and peace. And for fuck’s sake Bucky misses peace.

But the funny thing about peace is, it can be stripped away without warning or reason. And that hurts worse than never having had any peace at all. He knows that better than anyone.

Free on my own that's the way I used to be

But since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

(Fooled around and fell in love) Woo it's got a hold on me now, yeah

(Fooled around and fell in love) I can't let go of you baby

(Fooled around and fell in love) I can't stop loving you now

(Fooled around and fell in love) Hey, 'cause I fooled around

“Y/n—”

“Yes, James?”

“Do you really wanna date a former assassin for Hydra?”

“Only if you don’t mind returning the favor.”

So very smooth.

So Bucky’s gotta be smooth too. He nudges her away only to spin her back in his chest and dipping her slowly.

He pulls her up, and their lips almost are brushing and her eyes won’t leave her lips. He can see the sheer hunger he feels reflected back in her eyes when his gaze does manage to flint up from her agape lips for a second.

“Jamie—” Her voice is a whisper. And fuck he cannot fucking stop himself.

He crashes his lips into hers, and she responds immediately. Their lips slot together so perfectly, Bucky’s mind almost goes numb at the pleasure of it. They move perfectly in tandem without hesitation. Her hands are cupping his face and rubbing soft circles on his cheek. She nibbles softly at his lower lip and it’s making Bucky dizzy. His head is fogged up with nothing but her. And what a fucking serene feeling that is. She smells like petrichor. He realizes that’s pretty damn apt because just like the rain she’s unstoppable and loud but all she does is help him grow.

He opens his mouth, running his tongue along the seam of her lips asking as gently as he can for entry and she gives it easily. He pulls her closer by her waist and her hands slowly make their way into his hair, pulling on them softly. And he groans, as his hands move down to the back of her thighs. She gets the hint pretty quickly and holds onto him tighter as he picks her up effortlessly, her legs wrap around him immediately. He pushes her up against the wall of the cabin, windows clanking. And something changes in the kiss. It had been a sweet, gentle kind of passion before. Now it’s roaring with hunger.

The kiss becomes sloppier and her grip on his hair tightens. His hands seeking more travel up from her thighs to the curve of her ass, and oh what a sweet ass. The moment he squeezes it, she begins writhing with a moan, rubbing herself over Bucky’s painfully hard length in the process. And fuck, Bucky’s a fucking besotted fool. He’d tear down civilizations for that any fucking day.

But he might have to kill his best friend first, cause all of a sudden, “When I told y’all to Marven Gaye it up, I didn’t mean, ON MY DAMN BOAT!” Sam yells from outside on the deck.

“Sam! Don’t swear in front of Morgan!” Y/n shouts back, pulling away from Bucky.

“Oh, sorry,” Sam replies sheepishly. “Well, then, don’t get down and dirty on my boat!” And with that, he turns around, with a giggling Morgan still in his arms, and walks off the boat.

But the moment unfortunately is gone. And Bucky remembers all the reasons why he’s fucking terrified of having this. Of having something so fucking serene that the world feels empty without it. Of having someone he’s so fucking sure he can’t live without. James Bucky Barnes rarely ever gets to keep pretty, beautiful things that make him happy. And Y/n is the prettiest, most beautiful thing that makes him the happiest.

Y/n climbs out of his arms, stepping back and leaning to rest on the console. While Bucky leans on his side, on the wall they were just… pressed against.

“Look, Y/n I—”

“It’s alright.” She’s not looking at him. “I understand. You’re not ready for this. You need time.”

She can see the fear on my face, he thinks.

“I… Yeah.” He sighs defeated.

She nods, looking out the door of the cabin.

Bucky hasn’t hated himself this much in quite a while.

She pushes herself up, “Well, I’ve got more of that than anyone else you know,” she offers.

Wait, what?

“Yo—You’re saying you’ll wait for me?” He asks incredulously. When she just shrugs in response, he shakes his head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, sunshine. I’m offering.” She begins walking out. But before leaving she turns around to finally look at him. “I’ll be here, Jamie. Whenever you decide you want this, you know how to reach me.” And Bucky, the dumb fucker that he is, lets that gorgeous woman just walk away.

Until two days later. When he finds himself relentlessly knocking at her door at 7 a.m. in the morning.

“Y/N! Tell me you’re home, goddamn it! Please be home!” He’s banging the door at this point. And a part of him wants to break it but the other part of him is terrified of Y/n kicking his ass for it. “Y/n—” The door opens.

“Sarge?” She asks simply. She’s in simple grey sweats and she is the most beautiful thing Bucky has ever seen.

“Taking time is for losers who didn’t spend 70 years in utter misery.” And with that, he crashes his lips into hers and he can feel her smile into the kiss.

And then they live happily ever after.

Just kidding.

6 Months Later

“No. It’s on up on the left there,” Y/n points over at one of the shelves, as she opens the door. Bucky tries to follow her line of sight but reaches for the wrong shelf. “Sunshine, that is not your left,” she chides, with a chortle and then looks ahead at the person at the door who was supposed to be pizza.

Except, it’s not pizza.

It’s Steven Grant Rogers.

“Oh fuck no,” she deadpans and shuts the door on his face.

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The Odds of Us All

Chapter 3 Pt 1/5?: Message(s) Received!

You answered the call swiftly, bringing the phone to your ear, eager to speak with your beloved boyfriend.

“Kiyo! It’s been so long I missed hearing your voice! :(”

“We spoke last night Y/n...” You could practically hear him deadpanning on his end of the line.

“Yeah but it was about serious stuff... You sound different when it’s normal things... more loving.” It was true, you HAD spoken to him yesterday, in order to inform him about the fact that you had three other soulmates.

“This is just how I talk though?” Sakusa scoffed, but there was a very small hint of playfulness there. 

“Sureee.” You agreed, rolling your eyes at him- not that he could see it. “Anyways how was your day?” There was a bit of shuffling from his side before he responded. 

“It was alright. Classes are the same as always. Practice was cancelled- some sort of issue with the gyms air conditioners...”

“Hmm did you and Komori practice at home or something? Your gyms renovations are finished right?” 

“Yes, Otosan gave us permission to use it this Sunday.” There was more sounds in the background- house slippers against hinoki wood flooring. You had visited the Sakusa home many times over the course of the past year- once Kiyoomi had decided that your hygiene practices were up to his standards.

“Hey Kiyo-”

“Hm?”

“You going to the annual inter-high training camp this year?” The Itachiyama inter-high training camp was an exclusive camp that only invited the most elite high school volleyball teams to attend. Kiyoomi hadn’t been able to attend it during his first year since he had gotten his flu vaccination and was feeling under the weather for a week after. 

“Unfortunately, coach will be upset with me if I miss it for a second time. Why? Did you hear that we’re inviting Nekoma this year too?” Okay, that was a bit of surprising news- but not what she originally wanted to speak about.

“Really? How come no one said anything about it?!”

“Maybe the invitations weren’t sent out yet... in that case don’t go around telling anyone.” 

“Okay my lips are sealed!" Maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell him that you might see him there... You didn’t even know if the team would let you come along- given the fact that you were their brand new manager. “I was just curious that’s all!”

“I’m sure that’s the reason.” Kiyoomi said doubtfully. 

“Why do you sound so doubtful? Oh! Do you want to see what I’ve been doing? I’ve been working on perfecting your obaasan’s umeboshi recipe-”

“Sure, I’m expecting some umeboshi onigiris the next time I see you.” 

“Ooh- okay I’ll perfect it soon don’t worry!”

They switched over to face time and called for a good two hours more. Sakusa was actually very helpful, having spent years learning his obaasan’s method directly through her tutelage. It wasn’t their preferred method of spending time with each other, but it would do for now.  Y/n was sure that she would impress him with perfectly bitter umeboshi filled onigiri’s the next chance she had!

Tomorrow she would worry about meeting the rest of Inarizaki’s team, but for now she was content with enjoying her boyfriend’s company- even if it were only digital. 

Facts/Trivia

Sakusa is pretty handy in the kitchen

Y/n is more of a cook than baker... she’s given up trying to impress literally anyone with her (lack of) baking skills

Sakusa’s grandma absolutely ADORES Y/n

Kiyoomi may or may not have put in a good word for Nekoma-

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The Devil and the Mermaid - Chapter Three: Lucifer x Mermaid!Reader

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Author’s Note: Hehe, I’m back??? kinda anyway, I had gotten some energy and motivation to finish up chapter three, while also getting ideas on where the goal of this series is headed. The inspiration here came from a dream of mine, also one of my favorite shows “The Legend of the Blue Sea” has some heavy inspiration in here as well. Thank you so much for the support in the first parts! I will also create a tag list for this story since I saw someone interested in that. Again I love reading your guys’ comments and if you want to be part of a tag list for this series please let me know :) Thank you so much for all the new followers and notes!!

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You woke up when a blinding light hit your face, you let out a groan and opened your eyes. You looked up to see Lucifer was the one to open up the blinds with a big grin on his face. “Good morning sleeping beauty, you gotta get up because we got some things that we need to get for you if you are planning to stay here with me,” he points to a closet, “Go in there and pick whatever you want.” 

You begrudgingly stretched and rolled off the bed, when you walked to the closet you caught your reflection and you got a huge smile on your face. “The moon really did grant my wish! This isn’t just a dream!” you squealed and with more enthusiasm, you went to open the closet. 

You didn’t know what over half of the stuff in there was or how you were supposed to put it on your body, so you just looked over at Lucifer with a sheepish look in your eye. He sighed playfully and he goes, “Oh alright, I thought you might have some ideas, why don’t you wear one of my dress shirts and I think I can find sweatpants for you somewhere.” 

So after some time of debating in his head on what would look best on you, and with some comments coming from you, Lucifer managed to put on the outfit for you as well as some very unfitting shoes. 

With all that settled Lucifer clapped and then escorted you towards the elevator as he says, “We are going to be getting you clothes for you as well as actual good shoes for you. As a human, you need to protect your feet so it won’t get hurt. We may even get some breakfast or lunch depending on how long we’re out.”

 “That sounds awesome, but how can I help you with that?  Don’t people buy things with something? I’ve seen humans use green things to get things, I don’t have any of that,” you questioned as you tilted your head. 

He just lifts his hand as he tutted, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing like that, and might I add how perceptive you are of humans, it’s quite impressive.” You blushed at his compliments and he grinned when he saw your red face. 

“Now, let’s get going, shall we? I had my whole schedule clear for you, I want to make your first day in the human world a good one,” he said as he walked with you to the elevator.

As Lucifer kept spending more time with you the more he felt entranced by you, your beauty, curiosity, and just absolute adorableness. ‘Maybe you were a siren instead of just a mermaid?’ he thought. 

The first stop of the trip was a shoe store and he let you pick whatever you thought looked the nicest, which there were some boots, high heels, and a pair of sneakers. It was pretty awkward for both of you to try to figure out what size shoe you were but you ended up getting it right for all the pairs of shoes you got. 

The next stop was you ending up going clothes shopping, never in all your life had you seen so much life before, well not aquatic or marine life that is. You were at a mall, and all the smells and sights were flooding your senses and you felt so giddy at everything around you. Lucifer found you incredibly adorable to watch as you found your way through the mall. He noticed that you did have some odd effects on aquatic creatures, like koi. 

After shopping for quite a bit both of you were pretty tired from all the shopping and there was a seating area near a koi pond. Lucifer has sat by here before, he found the little koi to be rather serene so he wondered what you would think of them. After a while of you staring at them you turn to Lucifer and say, “They’re very homesick, they don’t like it here. Well at least the oldest ones don’t, the kids don’t seem to mind they like watching people.” 

“Oh? You speak fish?” He asks with a smile. You scrunch up your nose at him and replied, “Something like that, my clan we are more attuned with speaking to dolphins, whales, and sharks but when you get to be surrounded by so many different species you learn to pick up a thing or two.” Lucifer gives a hum in response and nods his head as if he’s thinking about what you said. 

After a couple of moments of you having a conversation with the eldest koi, who calls himself Melvin, Lucifer decided that he would treat you to some lunch. “Now what is it that you normally eat?” he questioned. “Well depends on where we are, sometimes we can only eat the plant life, other times there will be an abundance of fish that we can eat and still keep the local life sustainable,” you explained. “I think you might like sushi, it’s fish mixed with other human food, it can be quite good,” Lucifer grinned. With that being said he took off in the direction of the sushi place, and you followed along with him.

You ate with your hands and stuffed your face full of the delicious food that you got there. Much to the amusement of Lucifer, who had tried to teach you how to use chopsticks. Your eyes are bright with delight from all the good food you had and Lucifer cracking jokes with you, even if you don’t understand most of what he is trying to say to you.

As you were walking back you felt that someone was following the both of you and you tried to get Lucifer’s attention to notice that someone was following you at the tail end of your trip. Lucifer snuck a glance at who you thought might be following you, he let out a long sigh and he rolled his eyes. “Stay close to me,” he told you as he turned fully around with arm blocking you protectively.

As the creeper approached you, you recognized them as the woman from Lucifer’s place earlier, you think he called her “Maze”. She swaggered forward to the both of you, and Lucifer said exasperatedly, “What do you want, Maze?” “I’ve just been keeping tabs on the two of you, wondering what it is about this one that you seem so keen on keeping this time,” Maze taunted as she stuck out a finger towards her. 

You just look up at Lucifer with a curious tilt to your head wondering what in the moon’s light is she talking about? Lucifer shrugged his shoulders at you while he went back to Maze. “Look Maze, you are going to have to get used to her being around the club and me. She is-you are,” as he turns to you, “amazing and has reinvigorated me with energy that I haven’t felt in years. Not even the humanity that the detective seems to inspire within me, but (Y/N) here is simply extraordinary, now what is exactly your problem with her? I’d like to get this over with now. I don’t want any miscommunication from us.”

“Does she know who we are? What we are? I don’t want you to forget what your responsibilities are while we are here. And what about your precious detective? Hmmm? Have you tossed her aside while you picked up this new plaything?” Maze sneered. 

You pursed your lips as you were observing what was going on, even if you were new to this whole human emotion thing, you can easily tell that Maze was giving off a vibe of her defending her territory, what territory she was defending you couldn’t tell. You left this conversation to Lucifer, not knowing how to appease this strange woman. Was she like Lucifer, you wondered, because of her line of questioning you assumed so. 

“Yes, she knows about me that is a part of the reason why I like her so much, I doubt the detective would be so at ease with me if she found out about who I was. However, she doesn’t understand our world or the rest of the world for that matter. I would also like to emphasize a point I made last night, I do not like the tone you have with (Y/N) fix it. She is not my ‘plaything’ as you so delicately put it. She’s a confidante of sorts for now,” he rectified. 

As his answer seems to register to all of you, Maze crossed her arms as she gives a hum of acknowledgment. Lucifer took your hand in his and started to walk away from Maze, seemingly ending the cold confrontation. 

You looked back at Maze who glared at you but sighed in resignation as she walked in the other direction of you guys. 

When you guys got back to LUX anxiety seemed to be creeping up on you as the conversation kept sinking further into your mind, but you tried to be strong because of your faith in what the moon brought you to. Your clan didn’t believe in much but it believed in the powers of the moon because it had given you protection and gifts in many varieties. 

So, you just had to keep pursuing what your heart was after, and your heart was after Lucifer. You just hope that your faith and love was strong enough for you to stay on land, for the sake of both of your futures together you hoped so.

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💥Joy List - Musical Edition💥

tagged by my beloved @salzundhonig to make a list of musical things that make me happy!!! i love music and honestly could not survive without it so here we go, in no particular order <3

-the entirety of Handel's Messiah is just, literally, the sound of a cozy, safe, warm Advent season with my family. my mother (a complete music nerd!!) used to host a Messiah singalong every year, and I was in a youth orchestra that played songs from it so I still have all the Violin 1 parts etched into my muscle memory, especially perhaps For unto us a child is born

-my favorite violin concerto of all time, the Butterfly Lovers by He Zhanhao and Chen Gang, + my favorite violinist of all time, Gil Shaham = !!!!!!!!!

-the Au fond du temple saint duet by Bizet... pro tip: I am one of the violinists in this performance ;) you can spot me being somewhat unsure of the bowings lmao don't tell my conductor

-and the Flower Duet from Lakme by Delibes. (I'm not in this performance but my orchestra did play it!!) GOD when the harmonization at 1:05 hits...

-gotta have my girl Hilary Hahn on here, performing my other favorite violin concerto, the Lark Ascending by Ralph Vaughan Williams. I played this age... 12? 13? and reveled, at least for a few years, in the fact that I was a violin prodigy. Now I'm 24 and I can't play it anymore. sigh. hashtag gifted kid jkdfsjkfdskjds

-the theme from Pacific Rim by Ramin Djawadi + guitar solo by Tom Morello, obviously. (I have... also played this in my youth orchestra. because I arranged it. that was a wild time.)

-speaking of my man Djawadi, the Clash of the Titans soundtrack SLAPS, especially freaking Scorpiox. Ramin can do no wrong!!! doesn't it make you wanna rampage through the desert with a sword killing giant scorpions sent by the gods to destroy you??

-because I am a basic violin bitch, as all prev. classical pieces prove, this piece I giorni by Ludovico Einaudi performed by Daniel Hope........ gets me every time. there is nothing like a good violin solo, babey!!

-speaking of violin solos, the version of Sleeping At Last's Saturn with a violin solo by Tim Fain??? took a literally perfect song and made it absolutely, breathtakingly transcendent.

-SPEAKING OF VIOLIN SOLOS, all the violin parts from the 2011 Jane Eyre............ phenomenal. but especially this piece, Awaken by Dario Marianelli, with violin solo by Jack Liebeck. and yes. I have performed it, on orchestra tour in Hungary. (this is a common theme here!! i love a song, i learn it, i play it, i never forget it.) start at 3:06 for the sexiest part.

-i got hooked on Celtic Woman at a young age, for some reason, but honestlyyyy their stuff goes so hard. like. tell me this doesn't make you want to go perform a pagan ritual in the woods under the full moon?? or that this doesn't unearth an ache of homesickness you never could hope to articulate?? excuse the general 2010s aesthetic and hairstyles but like. the music is GOOD.

-as much as I love and adore Marina's music, my favorite song with her is actually... a Gryffin song she just features on?? anyway i listened to this over and over and over and I still adore it. there's also an orchestral version that slaps!

-in this house we are aware that mumford & sons politics are real bad :((( but below my feet still slaps. i have (re?)claimed it to be about my faith deconstruction journey :)

-phildel's whole melodramatic tragic witchy thing is on point but i especially love glorious and union stone. to be entirely, embarrassingly honest, along with phildel, i collect part-asian singers whose work really speaks to me, so see also moon and moon by bat for lashes, this far by kina grannis, first love / late spring by mitski. something about seeing myself/hearing myself through other mixed-race women with theatrical, dramatic, self-expressive tendencies, and a deep unresolveable yearning to be seen and understood..........

-i do not, generally, listen to sinead o'connor—nothing against her, just generally don't vibe with her music—but inexplicably she has written exactly two (2) songs that appeared in the end credits of otherwise unremarkable (maybe even bad!) films. only you from the young victoria, and i'll be singing from wild mountain thyme. they are both perfect, beautiful, extremely ~me~ songs, but nothing else i've ever heard from sinead really appealed to me?? idk why this has happened! (if i had a dime for every time a sinead o'connor song that appeared in the end credits of a mediocre-to-bad emily blunt movie became a favorite song of mine, i'd have two dimes, etc.)

-hadestown in its entirety but especially the original cast wait for me and wedding song. damon daunno orpheus and nabiyah be eurydice, my beloveds!!

tagging @stillshewanders @writingwanderlust @hergnomieness @quillonalark @mythcas and anyone who would like to do this esp my beloved mutuals!! i want to know what music you love <3

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Oooh fuun ok this is in no order bc I suck at rating things buuut

Wendell and Wild. Flippin awesome movie that everyone should watch bc capitalism sucks

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio. THE PRODUCTION VALUE IS SO GOOD AND THE STORY IS AAAAA AND EVERYONE WATCH THIS FR

Star trek IV the one with the whales. I absolutely adore this movie its pure crack but you have to watch the second and third movie first bc it's a trilogy but tou should also watch the first one too just watch them in order

The Bad guys. A whole mood everyone is queer, found fam is yes, based off a kids book all of it is yes

Wish you. Gay, music

Single all the way. Fake dating gay Christmas movie

The Man who sold the world(1976). This movie is very wtf, weird fever dream, weird fever dreams scare ne more than horror movies, sound track is dope, weird sex so be warned of that, torture, and david bowie which is the only reason I watched this movie without context

The hunger. Also weird fever dream scared me more than prev movie, bisexual vampire, David bowie, gay sex, I think the sexual attraction in this movie scares me, only watched for David bowie without context

Reanimator trilogy. Watched for jeffery combs without context, gory, gay, herbert is pathetic and so is Dan, hill is a perv, there is sa in all 3 movies as well as pervs, lots of nudity in all the bowie and Jeff combs movies, honestly the gore is the least worrying part and you need to watch the delete scenes for the movies to make sense

I was gonna do another Jeff combs movie here but I forgot the name and it's really stupid and he isn't even the main character but it's basically a stereotypical horror movie and the premise is weird bc brings dead guy from tomb makes a cult kinda, kisses him, he comes back and kills all of them except one so instead I will do star trek first contact. Love that movie as well, only 40 more yrs till the Vulcan, we know where spock gets his gay and obsession w humans from

Bonus movie the labyrinth with David bowie. David bowie is awesome, least concerning movie I've seen him in, I got a crystal ball because of it, the ao3 fics are weird and I regret looking at them but some are ok but that vast majority arent

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Captain Marvel (2019) - The film that made me realize why guys like to watch superhero movies so much. I've never felt more powerful.

Curious George (2006) - For the era in which it was made, this movie has some of the best animation I've ever seen. Also, Jack Johnson popped off on the album for the film.

The Batman (2022) - I feel as though I'm contractually obligated to include this one. It's my current comfort movie, and, unlike most films, I can watch it over and over.

Happy Feet (2006) - I already know I'm going to get clowned for this one, but I don't care. I don't even like musicals, but I like penguins, stories of self-discovery, and Boogie Wonderland.

The Adventures of Tintin (2011) - This was the first movie I watched, not as a child, but as a partially fully sentient being all my own, and thought "that was a whole ass movie".

Lilo and Stitch (2002) - This one never gets old. Like, I could watch this movie for the rest of my life and still find joy in it. That opening song, He Mele No Lilo, it inspires something in my heart.

The Avengers (2012) - A classic. Whenever I see that it's on, I stop, smile, and think fondly on the joy that was. Interpret that as you will.

Howl's Moving Castle (2004) - One of my first Ghibli films, and my favorite one without a doubt. It never ceases to amaze and makes me cry when I go back and watch it.

Doctor Strange (2016) - This movie was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. Also, I love wizards.

The Secret of Kells (2009) - I found this movie on accident, but I was never the same afterwards. Like I can't describe it. Something inside me changed.

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