#also i just sorta when into some state if shell shock after reading it???

[cryptidko]

FINE ILL READ THE GREAT fuckin' GATSBY

*opens pdf from the website.*

I swear if it has NO thematic relevance when compared to the book of bill I'm gonna implode.

[chocobroness]

Boom, CMC one-shot. (Also warnings: minors drinking a bit of alcohol)

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There was a loud BOOM!

It shook the ground some. Ignis didn’t spare a second as he proceeded to drop flat into the ground. Narrowly avoiding the flying glass shards of the windows in front of him.

An attack was surely possible. But after 3 years of this routine, it became habit to differentiate between what was an attack and what was someone’s antics. So reacting, assessing and responding to it in a matter of seconds became as natural as breathing.

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

After waiting for the floor to stop shaking, he stood and brushed the dirt off his clothes. Nodding to the others passing by, he made his way to the garage.

“What have I told you about detonating bombs within the citadel?” Was the first thing out of his mouth as he entered the room.

As those words were spoken. He stepped to the side. Dodging the baseball that was thrown at his face. He saw the look of glee and amused surprise on the room’s occupant’s face before they exploded into a puff of smoke.

Ignis simply watching as they collected themselves from the ensuing coughing fit.

“Crap, I wanted to have some more fun." Ignis made a soft noise.

“You two seem to have become a lot more ‘affectionate since you found out I won’t allow you to hit me, hm?"

Brushing off the dirt on her sweater, Silas gave a toothy grin. "It's just our way of showing love."

Ignis shook his head. “Noctis has asked everyone to his room for dinner.”

Silas raised an eyebrow. “Already? Time flies by.”

Ignis chuckled at that, Silas joint in with laughter of her own when a box to her left fell over. A small body tumbled out with a surprised cry giving way to glee.

"I wanna go again!”

“Can’t Valentina, boss is calling.”

“Aw Bull.”

Rolling his eyes, Ignis watched as the young girls flew backwards as a resounding boom was made from the mixed bomb powder. slamming into the ground a few feet from him.

Valentia picked herself up and gave her head a shake. Silas joined her with a rolled her eyes.

"Let’s go. Not like this place will be clean anytime soon.” Valentina snorted, crossing her arms.

“Bet he’s sleeping while you’re here.” The answering sigh was enough to bring out giggles from the girls.

“Don’t worry Iggy, if he’s sleeping, I know what will wake him up.”

C/C/C/C

“BOSS! GET UP!"

With a voice of a million sirens suddenly cutting through the evening air, Noctis wasn’t the only one holding his hands to his ears in a futile attempt to blot out the noise. When it slowly cut off, everyone turned their head to the cause of the siren call.

“Silas, why did you have Amata be so loud?” Noctis yawned as Silas shrugged in response. Rubbing his eyes. He looked at everyone in the room.

"What time did I fall asleep last night?"

“You’ve only been asleep for 30 minutes.” Ava replied lazily, busy with the stuff bear one of the younger kids asked her to fix.

Noct let out a whine and curled back up into a ball. “Ugh, so little sleep.” Valentina decided to then throw a small pebble at him in response. Gladiolus, who had just entered the room, proceeded to chew her out.

Which then resulted in a screaming matching between the two.

Amata shook her head in defeat as Silas laughed besides her and cheered on Valentina.

Gaius made himself known as he walked up to Ignis.

“He sleeps too much.” Was the first thing he mumbled.

The second was, “Too loud.”

Followed by, “What’s for dinner?”

Noctis managed to answer his question when he gained everyone’s attention and called for the food to be brought in.

After a moment to bring everyone down from the sudden spike of adrenaline. Things started to go more smoothly.

C/C/C/C

"-and then that poor child got involved and I'm not sure how she got a hold of my bonesaw but that's when things went down the waste bin.

Ignis watched as the soul of Ms. Castro slowly dissociated from her mortal shell as Amata spoke. she was smiling vapidly, though it was obvious her mind was feverishly trying to ignore the graphic details of some of Ms. Eshmun’s more...’stubborn’ patients.

All he knew of the story she was talking about was that she had woken up to the sound of screaming, a chainsaw hitting something and the smell of blood. Then, both Gladiolus and Gaius had come crashing through her wall after setting off one of Ms. Drusus’ bombs. Her struggling patient in their arms and then her memory just sort of cut off from there.

Now they were all in Noct’s room after finally putting her patient back into her room.

Gladiolus’ face was a bruised mess while Gaius was scorched all over his body, but she had made sure it was all just superficial before they arrived so no one was concerned. Ignis knew Noctis was glad the three were bonding and there was no need to delve further than his happiness.

Kaiser had left to the kitchens before the nonsense had begun. the shenanigans having forced him to abandon the others lest he be caught up in them.

They didn’t blame him seeing as they would have done the same given the chance.

So would he for that matter.

Instead, Ignis focused more on Noctis. Watching as he and Prompto gushed over the bundles of joy in their laps. Umbra and Pryna were barking and yipping softly. pressing into their stomachs, trying to get as much pets and scratches as they could.

Noctis squealed and squished the growing pup into his chest.

"You’re so cute Umbra!!” Prompto looked over at Noctis with a frown.

"Hey, Tiny is cute too!” Noctis looked back and nodded seriously.

"Yes, yes she is," Noctis concurred, watching as Pryna let out a pleased yip as she was happily engulfed in Prompto’s arms.

“Hey guys. I got a question.” Everyone turned to Silas, who had snapped out of her daze.

She nodded towards Noctis. “We already know what you did.” She looked back at the others. “did everyone else have something to do with their folks during the holidays?”

The room was so silent, Ignis would have almost thought that the noise a moment ago was his imagination.

It was not a topic that was taboo per say.

But mostly it was hard to talk about one’s family when one missed them.

Silas was, however, a very curious girl so she decided to help the conversation along but throwing in her piece.

“I mean, my mom and dad would go to this guy in little Galahd and he would make these sleds that always lasted for a few days and they would put them through the ringer.” She moved her hands around, trying to describe what it was like. “Like, they would do so many stunts with them and record it all. They would then gather friends and watch it together.”

She looked around at the group.

“Have you guys done anything like that?”

"Hmm...Sorta," They looked to Ava, who shrugged. She took a bite from her plate and continued with her stitch work.

“We cut our own tree and tied Ribbons to it to hope for a healthy year.” She sipped her mug of coffee and grimaced. "Valentina, did you spike the grounds again?" That set everyone to inspect their cups.

“Damnit Drusus!”

“It wasn’t me!”

“Might I remind you that we are still underage. Adults gone or not.”

“Bad Valentina!”

“IT WASN’T ME.”

“Cute defense, still guilty.” Gladio and Kaiser had to hold Valentina back before she launched over the table and tackled a grinning Noctis.

“And why are you still drinking the coffee Ms. Varius?”

Ava didn’t even blinked as she responded. “Because I’m not gonna waste coffee just because there’s a little bit of alcohol. I drank wine with my family on many occasions so this isn’t new.”

She looked at him directly. “Problem?"

Ignis felt like he should have one but he looked into his mug and dipped a finger. He then licked it and looked upwards thoughtfully.

Gladiolus took a swig himself and shrugged. "Got a bit of a kick to it."

"Nice buzz," Gaius echoed.

"What did I say about drinking these things while we’re so young?” Amata berated them. She couldn't blame the group though. And didn’t continue to push it when they shrugged back at her.

After doing so many things that pushed their heads to the very brink. It wasn’t often they touched the adult drinks but sometimes they grabbed a glass of it because something so uncommon shocked them back to their senses. It was stupid and dangerous but they all trusted Valentina to be careful.

trust was all they had most days.

“Back to my question folks!” Silas gained back their attention with a clap of her hands. She then proceeded to point at Kaiser.

“What did you do with your folks?” Kaiser actually took the time to think about it.

“Well, dad was less busy during the holidays so he would make this wonderful smelling but dreadful tasting fruit cake. We would then throw it in the fire place and let the house fill with the wonderful scent while we bought pizza and watched musicals together.” Kaiser smiled softly as he remembered.

“Ooh, that sounds fun.” Valentina jumped in. “But my family was awesome! Dad would get me and my siblings and he would get a bunch of fireworks, and go to the junkyard and set them off while mom cooked this yummy stew!”

“Gaius?” Amata looked at her friend curiously.

Gaius blinked and shrugged helplessly.

“Read old folklore together...Wove new traditions from the old ones...Made spice cider...and burned papers with written wishes.”

“Wow....that was the longest thing I ever heard you say.”

“Valentina!”

“It’s true!”

“What about you Eshmun?” Amata pointed at herself at the sudden attention.

“O-oh, well we just stayed home and watched movies.”

“Sounds normal.” Silas stated, Amata shrugging with a blush.

“Prompto?” He just shrugged and continued to pet Pryna. Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s shoulders in a form a comfort. it seemed to help as a smile emerged on the blonde’s face.

“ I spent the day with my uncle, nothing more.” Ignis said, focusing on his meal.

Gladio rubbed his chin. “Don’t really remember much traditions for that but we just watched random movies on tv and that was it.”

The meal was continued in silence but it was a thoughtful one rather than an awkward one.

Noctis broke that silence near the end of the meal.

“We can make our own tradition...”

“King you gotta make more sense then that.” Ava said with a raised eyebrow.

“What I mean is, why don’t we make new traditions for everyone?” He kept himself focused on Umbra’s fur.

“We’ve been hard at work for so long and things are started to even out a bit...” he shrugged.

“I thought maybe we can do something special now and then to keep the kids spirits up when times are tough.”

This, is what made Ignis so honored to follow Noctis. How, despite his obvious discomfort when pushing his boundaries, he always wants to help everyone under his care. To put their joys before his own. To save their health and happiness before his own life.

So wonderous yet self-destructive. Ignis had so much work to do to keep him safe when he let his guard down.

And a quick look at Gladiolus proved he wasn’t the only who thought so.

“What should we do?” Kaiser asked curiously, playing with his hair.

“Fireworks!” Valentina automatically suggested. And was as quickly turned down as usual.

“We can come up with traditional foods?” Amata suggested. “Just pay attention to any allergies!”

“We can find some movies at the store?”

“Yeah!”

“I still say we light something up.”

“Shut up Drusus.”

“Make me Amicitia.”

Ignis smiled as the meal came to a chaotic close.

He already enjoyed the traditions he had made for himself after this new life began.

Watching this group of children become better leaders was always a sight to see.

But watching as they regain their fading childhood joy at such simple things always made the difficulties of the coming year worth the struggle.

Ignis rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Allowing himself to engage in his favorite tradition during this time of year.

And he let the joyful voices lull him into a brief but comforting rest.

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Merry Christmas folks! (And please reblog)

[rax-writes]

Title: Hobbies Fandom: X-Men Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader Word Count: 1,398 Warnings: None Notes: Request from anon for, “Could we get a shy reader getting herself opened up (not in the dirty way) of her maybe gaming/animal loving personality by Warren? It's sorta who I am as a person and I don't have many friends.” // I hope you enjoyed this, dear anon! I know damn nearly nothing about video games, so I hope none of this sounds dumb. ♥ // Also, anybody who recognizes the That 70’s Show quote I used gets cool person points.

Group projects were always an absolute nightmare. You always ended up paired with people who couldn’t ever decide on a path to take for the project, and once some form of order was established, nobody wanted to do even the bare minimum amount of work. It was even worse when it was just you and one other person paired together. If they were gung-ho about it, you usually disagreed with their ideas, or if they were passive, you ended up doing all of the work, and they got a good grade for absolutely nothing. The fact that you were shy, and more than a bit socially awkward, didn’t help either.

When Professor Xavier announced that you were to be paired with none other than Warren Worthington III, you weren’t sure whether to jump for joy, or head for the hills.

“A new school year brings a myriad of possibilities, students! One prominent possibility is the prospect of new friendships. That is why I have paired you all with someone you don’t know all that well, with the goal of bringing everyone closer together,” Professor Xavier explained. “The project entails the formation of an essay, one from each and every one of you, after you have gotten to know your partner a bit better. In the essay, you will assess the similarities and differences between you and your partner, and address how this exercise helped you to gain a new friend. Get to it!”

The class’ previously quiet and studious atmosphere dissolved into one of quiet, tentative chatter amongst the partners. It seemed that everyone was approaching this a bit begrudgingly, but ultimately, open to the project. Well… everyone except Warren, who remained in his seat across the room from you, looking as surly as ever, with his arms crossed across his chest and a scowl on his face.

Point blank, he was hot. You’d have to be absolutely off your rocker to not think so. You were thankful that you had not yet had any reason to interact with him, because having to interact with attractive people made you five times as awkward as you already were… which is really saying something. And that was why you felt your stomach drop to your toes when he abruptly stood from his seat to make his way over to you, loudly dragging a chair from somewhere nearby to sit in front of you.

He sat backwards in the chair, his arms draped over the back of it and his legs situated on either side of the seat. There were a few stray strands of blond curls that fell across his forehead, although he had seemingly attempted to keep it all pushed back. His green eyes showed immense boredom, and the realization that he’d rather be anywhere than sitting there with you admittedly pained you a bit. Truthfully, however, you couldn’t exactly blame him. He was a god in the flesh, gracing you with his presence for the sake of some silly class project.

“Hello? Anybody home?”

Warren snapping his fingers in front of your face effectively threw you out of your daydreaming. To your absolute horror, you realized he must have been talking to you, and you were too busy fawning over him to notice.

“Yes, sorry, I…. What did you say?” you managed to sputter, nervously fidgeting with your pen to avoid meeting his gaze.

“I said, what’s your name?”

You introduced yourself, and – with a pleasantly shocking amount of politeness – he shook your hand.

“I’m Warren. Let’s get this over with ASAP. It’s a dumb project, I don’t want to have to waste any more time on it than I have to,” he grumbled, adjusting his leather jacket and taking a deep breath. “You got a piece of paper and a pen I could use?”

You nodded, before ripping a page from your notebook to hand to him, and giving him a pen from your book bag.

“Thanks,” he muttered, then messily scribbled your name at the top of the page. He turned to squint at the chalkboard, checking to see what questions Professor Xavier had suggested the students ask one another. “Alright, what’s your favorite book?”

“I like a lot of books, so it’s hard for me to pick one. There’s aspects of every book I read that become my favorite, so I guess I don’t really have an answer for that one…. What about you?”

“I don’t like reading,” Warren said simply, and you watched as he scribbled down ‘Likes all books’ beneath your name. You quickly wrote down his answer, then looked to the chalkboard, as he’d done.

“What are your hobbies, Warren?”

“I like rock and roll, sex, and pizza, in that order,” Warren answered without hesitation. You had to physically force yourself to keep your mind on the project, rather than let your thoughts wander to what sex with him would be like. Thankfully, he spoke again, jarring your daydream once more. “What about you?”

“Um…. I like video games, but I’m not very good at them. And I like animals, so I always enjoy any opportunity to spend time with animals.”

“Nobody’s good at video games right off the bat. You get good at it with practice,” Warren stated, shrugging. “What games do you play?”

“Right now, I’m playing God of War. Keep getting caught on the same level, though….”

“Well, keep at it, you’ll get past the level sooner or later,” he said coolly, then looked at you for a moment before adding, “I don’t know that game, but I could try my hand at it if you can’t get past the level, if you wanted. You could introduce me to the game and we could play together sometime.”

“I’d like that,” you replied instantaneously, smiling. Warren just nodded and looked back to the chalkboard.

“Favorite animal?”

A knock on your dorm door that night was unexpected, to say the least. Even more unexpected was Warren Worthington III being the surprise visitor, looking uncharacteristically sheepish with a bag of chips and a two liter of soda in hand.

“Figured we could hang out and do some gaming, if you’re free…. For the project.”

Despite your internal panic, you smiled and let him in. Whether it was for the project, or because both of you could use a friend, you didn’t care.

It was nearly two o’clock in the morning before either of you showed signs of slowing down. You played God of War, and he helped you get past the level you were on, while also getting a bit invested in the game himself. You then played Call of Duty: Black Ops, Warren’s favorite, and he gave you the run-down on nearly every aspect of the game. It was great to see how invested he got in the game, and in telling you about the game, considering how stoic he usually was. You could tell he was genuinely having fun. Aside from the video games, the two of you also talked about school, music, movies – anything that came to mind. It was astonishing how well the two of you got along – and how easily you managed to break free from your shy shell.

“Jesus fuck, it’s almost 2 AM. We’ve got classes tomorrow,” Warren noted, rubbing his hands over his face with a groan.

¬“Shit, you’re right,” you agreed, although you didn’t want the night to end. Would he still be standoffish to you tomorrow, as per usual? Was this a one-time occurrence? Or was this the beginning of a friendship? Or even more – but you figured you should pump the brakes on your daydreaming right there.

“I should head back to my room,” Warren said, a hint of sadness to his voice, which you hoped you hadn’t made up in your own head. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow. We should hang out again Friday night.”

“Sounds good,” you said, smiling brightly.

Warren stared at you again for a few more seconds, then a small smile spread across his face.

“See you around,” he said, before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind him.

“Yeah…. See you around,” you responded, a positively giddy smile on your lips.

You fell asleep with that smile on your lips, and a hint of excitement in your heart, eager to see where this unexpected – but very welcomed – new friendship would go.

@ririwilliams @whoabrekker @v-writings @alexsunmners @dreamingforthegodlike @fuckthatfeeling @myfriendmagislit @yesmaddyyyposts @proserpinepluto 

[starkxsarcasm]

Meta...ish...sorta

So I have debated writing about this for a while, because it will no doubt be polarizing for a lot of people, but with Infinity War about to come out of DVD,Blu-Ray and that good stuff and having seen a bunch of gifs surrounding this, I feel comfortable stating my thoughts. So just take it how you will and if you agree or disagree, that’s totally fine. But here it goes.

I have such mixed feelings about Tony/Pepper.

Allow me to explain, for this is not a new thing. In fact, I’ve felt this way since the first Iron Man. So let’s start from the beginning.

Iron Man 1

When we are first introduced to Pepper, I was 100% on board. She was classy and sassy, took no shit from anyone and was fiercely loyal to Tony. 

I mean, look at this power girl. She knows Tony has important shit to do and can’t be bothered with awkward breakfasts or underhanded remarks from “Miss Brown” here. So, in the most classiest way, she basically tells her to GTFO, bitch. I loved it!

And then there first interaction. Oh my god, the cuteness!

Like, look at these two! They’re so cute! Pepper being the studious, responsible one, reminding the man-child Tony of all the stuff he has to do, all while Tony playfully flirts with her. Adorableness personified!

I mean, most of them in this movie is just so heartwarming! Tony hearing Pepper call his name while he’s being tortured, Pepper having cried when he came back, the little bicker they had when Tony wouldn't go to the hospital, how she stood by him even after he shut down his weapons manufacturing division when it would’ve been so easy to jump ship, the fun interaction with her helping change his arc reactor. I mean, guys, they were on a roll with this! I loved it!

Then came the first point of contention.

When Pepper finds out what Tony is doing, she tries to stop him and even tries to quit. Now I gave her the benefit of the doubt here, because what Tony was doing was kinda crazy. This was all before SHIELD and the Avengers, so him deciding to just superhero it up was obscenely dangerous. And, to her credit, she listens to him when he explains why he has to do this and does eventually help him download the files and stop Obadiah. All in all, this film was a great set up to their relationship and I so wish it continued on this path. 

But alas, it did not. Then comes Iron Man 2

Iron Man 2

Okay, I’m gonna try not to rant too much on this one, but honestly, this part kinda gets me heated up. So, us as the audience are privy very early on to the fact that Tony is dying from palladium poisoning, spelled out by JARVIS who says, “The device keeping you alive is also killing you.” So like, whoa, holy shit! What’s Tony gonna do now?

So, in comes Pepper! Right off the bat yelling at Tony for donating their art collection.

Okay, fine. That was probably frustrating after all the time Pepper spent curating it, but...does she even stop to question why Tony is doing that? It’s clearly out of character, or else she wouldn’t be so shocked and mad. Remember, this is supposed to be one of the people who knows Tony best and yes, Tony hides his emotions and thoughts really badly, but this is a blatant sign that something is wrong. But her first reaction is to shout at him? Okay, that’s not gonna get him to tell you what’s going on. At all. If anything, it’s gonna make him retreat farther into his shell. 

And another thing that kinda peeves me is she only chills out when Tony promotes her to CEO. Okay, yeah, huge promotion anyone would be happy about, but did she just forget that Tony is acting super out of character? That something might be seriously wrong?

Then the bit where Natasha/Natalie comes in and they sort of fall back into the goofy, cuteness argu-flirting during that scene, so I’m kinda like, “Okay, we’re back on track!”

Then...The Grand Prix

No, no, I’m sorry, but I’m with Tony here. What the hell was he supposed to do? Okay, being in the race was a last minute, reckless move but was he just supposed to run away? Let Vanko cut up more cars and hurt more people? Uh, no. That’s not who Tony is. People were in trouble, he wanted to help. And he gets yelled at for it.

Then the plane ride home.

Ding, ding, ding! Hello! I mean, does this guy need a giant flashing neon sign that reads “I’m not okay”? He is clearly acting super off in this scene, not wanting to go home, wanting to “be healthy” in Venice. He is practically holding himself back from completely losing it in front of her, and she doesn’t even notice? Okay, aftermath of a battle, nerves are frayed, I get it. But come on! It’s plainly obvious!

Hell, the first person Tony opens up to isn’t even Pepper, it’s Rhodey. The guy who realizes, “Hey, Tony is not okay. Let’s put aside all this bureaucracy BS for one second so I can find out what’s going on with my friend.” And him genuinely caring about that let’s Tony open up. Hell, he shows Rhodey the burnt out palladium. And yes, later they fight, but he trusted Rhodey in that moment to let him see him at his weakest.

I’m gonna skip the party scene a bit because I can honestly see both sides. Sure, Tony is acting a bit like a jackass and Pepper is tired, but again, this is still another red flag she just doesn’t catch.

And then the scene that really had me questioning this ship real hard.

Again, I get it I really do. She is frustrated and overworked. We’ve all been there But she doesn’t even try to listen to him. This is Tony Stark we’re talking about, a man who knows how to talk about his feelings about as well as a fish knows how to fly. And here he is, trying to explain everything that’s going on, stammering over his words and trying to explain his side and she just cuts him off, like nothing. This isn’t even an argument at this point, this is just shouting louder than someone else and refusing to hear them. This scene really rubbed me the wrong way. Tony doesn’t have anyone else at this point. Rhodey’s gone, his house is a wreck, Fury is just cryptic. He needs someone. And she just shuts him down, because she’d frustrated. Like, that is just so low to me.

But okay, the movie goes on, they have the battle at the Expo and Tony saves her. Got it, got it. Cool! The interaction on the roof was cool and the kiss was cute, but honestly...it was just more bickering? And the kiss, the more I think about it, doesn’t seem earned after all that’s happened above. 

But okay! Maybe things will be better next movie, right? Wrong!

Iron Man 3

Now, I’m largely skipping The Avengers, because their interactions are limited and, for the most part, kinda cute. Even the little bicker with the 12% comment was kinda light and funny. They really did have nice interactions, cute moments of flirting and it even kinda made me sad that Tony couldn’t connect to Pepper before flying into space. Overall, I have no problem with them in the Avengers. 

That’s not the case in Iron Man 3.

Now this section is largely gonna be void of pictures and too much ranting, because I’ve already gone over my least favorite scene in this meta here: http://starkxsarcasm.tumblr.com/post/169317464612/musings

But I’m still gonna touch on some things. 

Okay, but for real. Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on here in this scene? Like, honestly. I’m lost. Pepper has just told Happy she’s been batting Killian off with a stick for years because he’s constantly asked her out. I think all girls can relate to that one guy who just won’t take no for an answer, so when I heard her tell Happy this, I was like, “Go, girl! Be that strong woman!”

But oh no, Killian’s turned..hot?! (I used that term loosely, because to me he looks like a bag of unflavored corn chips) But...seriously?! Because he’s cleaned up a bit, you’re suddenly all taken aback and all like, “You look great!” Girl, this was a creepy guy, creeping on you creepily for years! Now you’re letting him touch you and be all flirty without kicking him in the nuts?!

I’m totally on Tony’s side here! He has a right to be jealous, if this is how she acts towards some creep who got a five dollar makeover! To her credit, she turns down his proposal, but then acts all flustered and blushy when he leaves. What the hell, Pepper? What happened to that power girl who told “Miss Brown” to kindly fuck off?

And then the subsequent “I can’t sleep” through “Tinker with that” scene which....*deep breath* Yeah, if you wanna know my feelings on that, read the above linked meta post, because talking about it more is just gonna make me angry.

And, even after all that, even after Tony plainly explains he is not okay, the next scene with Maya is literally just Pepper taking potshots at Tony, calling Maya an “old girlfriend” and arguing with him about all that’s been going on. And yes, Tony was dumb threatening the Mandarin. Yes, Pepper has a right to be freaked out. But honestly, when is enough gonna be enough? He is trying to do the best he can, while also suffering from PTSD. Shouting at him is not going to help! I don’t know how many times I can say that before it sticks. Then the house collapses and she thinks Tony is dead and it’s sadness all around. She gets kidnapped again, Tony has to save her. Fast-forwarding because, again, I largely have no problem with these scenes. I even kinda like the “I got you.” “I got you first” line. 

Then, when Tony finally does come to rescue her, first thing she does is call him a jerk. Um...okay? You’re welcome? He just fought through hell and back to get to you, but sure, “jerk” works, I guess. Then the mad scramble for Tony to go and get her followed by thinking she’s dead. Again, no problem with this bit, but that may be due to RDJ’s phenomenal acting during it, because damn, he sells it. 

And then boom! She’s alive and we get some fairly cool kickass bits from her before it all settles down. Now one line that has always bugged me is the “And all your distractions?” Distractions? Like Tony said at the end, his suits are not distractions, they’re cocoons. When is she going to realize that? Also, no, “So are you going to get help for your PTSD and nightmares?” Nope, just “distractions.”

Not gonna go into Civil War, since Pepper isn’t in it, but if anyone wants to hazard a guess as to why they’re taking a break, *gestures to above text* take your pick!

And now for Homecoming and Infinity War

These I’m combining because the problem I have with the relationship now bleeds into both movies and here it is.

Is it just me or does Pepper seem bizarrely disinterested in marrying and having a family with Tony?

Think about it. When Happy pulls out the ring, she gets this look on her face like, “Uh, excuse me?” That may be from the fact that Happy had been carrying it around so long, sure, but then when Tony tries to defend it, she’s all, “I can think of something better.” Um...ouch.

Then in Infinity War, the line, “If you wanted a kid, you wouldn’t have done that.” Speaking, of course, to his new arc reactor. But...what does that have to do with anything? Pepper, after all this time, is still riding Tony’s ass about being Iron Man and helping save the world and her, and is holding the fact that he wants a kid over his head, almost in revenge. Like, “Well, you chose this, so no kid for you!” And she constantly shoots down talks about a kid and the wedding and just....did you take the ring or not, honey?! What is your issue?

Again, I know this will be polarizing for people, and you’re not stupid or wrong if you like the ship, but guys, I’m gonna be honest. I’m kinda just over it. It started off with such promise and just degraded into unpleasant arguments, ignoring when Tony needs help, and constant “yes, no” backs and forth conversations. 

It’s just not a fun ship for me anymore. I wish it was.

[cdc1345711]

Cartoon-Force Bios-Charles Coburn

Hello and for the first post for ‘Cartoon-Force Bios’ I will make the Bio of Cartoon Charles Coburn,here we go

Cartoon Charles Coburn,sorta average height,black eyes with a white dot in them,black hair and in a very peek physical condition.He was raised by a Dog(Toby)and cat(Fluffy) couple who adopted many dog and cat siblings for him so he had good people skills.He sought out his dream of being a hero from all the comics he read as a kid and on his own. he ‘unintentionally’ started a friendship with Ed and Jar Jar Binks at the Bar ‘The Drinky Crow’ and further in their adventure while abducted by an ancient alien race he met Lucas and Dedede and helped his friends old and new escape and they all 5 started a team dubbed the ‘CARTOON-FORCE’,not much is known of his past except his parents died in a house fire and he had an estranged relationship with his sister,but Charles did go to college and met his soon to be cat wife Katie(who eventually had his child at her graduation),and in later years gave birth to his other cat children,He has been able to do his responsibilities as both a Leader to the Cartoon-Force and Father to his kids and husband to his wife,up to the teams first meeting he was mortal-albeit a skilled mortal-but eventually gained powers after he died in a selfless act and was granted powers such as immortality,a health factor,super strength,speed,telekinesis(before he gave it up) and the ability to use a ‘version’ of the force from Edward the Mystical Beard of Knowledge.Since Charles’ resurrection he and his team decided to ‘expand’ the Cartoon-Force roster allowing X,Artemis,Hell-Boy,Jerome and Kabal to join their ranks,but before he was leader of the Cartoon-Force,he was a special forces operative for the secret Government group known as ‘Shut Up And Move Along’ or S.U.A.M.A. for short until he left stating the government was corrupt and he didn’t want to be a part of their evil.As for his ‘Knight Raider’ identity,he kept it secret(except from his family) wearing a biker-ish outfit and a wolf like mask until years later turning it from gray and black to Red and Black as tribute to his favorite Marvel hero Deadpool,even tweaking out the mask as well.His known deed are sometimes good and sometimes bad(mostly bad) because in his start he beat up criminals and took them to jail..........until when he fought C.O.B.R.A. and saw they killed his sister and laid her lifeless body in a ditch-making him snap and deciding to either make them join the Cartoon-Force for penance of their misdeeds or to just kill them in cold blood(you can see who chose the latter),but he has done some more unique things like forming another team known as the ‘Do Syndicate’ while the Cartoon-Force briefly disbanded and eventually becoming Mayor of Cartoon-City before it blew up-more of his notable acts are him becoming the new leader of the Separtists(to better their image than when Dooku was in charge),becoming a HellSpawn(for his brief time in Hell) and working alongside the future colonel of the GSD Gregory Kohle-(he’s also worn a metal Knight Raider suit and a alien Symbiote).Charles is also immune to corruption or mind attack-due to his health factor-,expert marksman(though he prefers swords)with his 7 shell holding pistol and shotgun with unlimited bullets.Now Charles passed his ‘Knight Raider’ mantle on to his son Dracko and is cruising the world to find himself(while still making time to be a father and husband)-to better himself

Now as for a rating since he is an OP character a 1 to 10 rating.........he get’s a 10(not a big shock)but hopefully more Cartoon-Force Bios will be made so enjoy them

[themaraudingmisfits-blog]

What ‘going home’ has come to mean to me...

Often I feel that my entire family is like a pack of crazy gypsies, always on the move, we’ve packed and unpacked our stuff so much that some of it just likes to stay in boxes, ready to go whenever that ominous time comes. The proof of how much we go around the country is like duhhed because I’ve been to seven different schools over the span of my very small and seemingly insignificant life. We are wanderers,  discovering new places, carving out new niches to fit into, in my case that would be new candy shops and little bookshops by the corner of the street , my mom would smile away to glory at finding the bestest  grocer’s near our new homes or the local restaurant which can cook up steamy hot south Indian idlis and puttu which have some sort of semblance to the ones grammy makes ,for papa it was often about making new friends to take along on his morning walks , it also  meant  conquering little parts of the new kingdom- it was always a battle between me and my sister as to who would get which new room, learning new languages- however funny and foreign they might be we still had to master the rudimentary stuff like yes, no, we won’t give more money than that, how much does it cost and other haggling terms and maybe a few cuss words too along the way, it was also about  getting into good schools which meant fidgety waiting rooms and scary enough to make your knees shake sorta interviews and making new friends who genuinely want to be friends with you not because you’re the new southie  in the block,a naïve homework doing oily haired dork(I’ve met a lot of people who latch on to me to totally use the whole nerd factor, only to realize that I ain’t  Ms. smartypants who can do math in her head) but they start hanging out with you because you both have the weird DNA and think of stuff like the fact that  star wars is just about the yoda hand thingy (I will get around to watching it…after I die…coz then I have all of eternity) and after all these routine three yearly rituals were done, the rest would just fall into place often as messy as tangled up as a ball of yarn, but, we’ve gotten used to the mess.

Sounds fun right? Every place, a new adventure, exciting but hugely terrifying too, there were days when I was scared of what was out there, when I had no clue what I was looking forward to, the worst part was the arduous task of fitting in or at least trying to fit in, leaving the comfortable shells we’d grown into at the last place we stopped by, only to start over AGAIN. Finding the aforementioned friends wasn’t some stroll in the park, it took a lot of pure dumb luck  and I’ve realized after a dozen or so failed lottery attempts and getting drenched on what started out as perfectly sunny days and a whole lifetimes worth of unlucky events that I’m not the chosen kind who trip on four leaf clovers every other day, so often I’d find my unlucky self stuck with a bunch of doddering fools for friends during the first year or so and then I’d eventually find my tribe, the crazy ones, so I guess I was lucky, maybe not going where I wanted to go but ending up where I needed to be.

We’ve given up on “permanency”, yes, I’m using air quotes coz it’s as fictional as me waking up early on Sunday mornings and going to church. At this point the only constant thing is change, from idlis and sambar to parathas and aam ka achar to fish curries and pongal  and payasams made by doting ma’s and paati’s and amma’s,  from making new best friends, secret codes and bracelets, conjuring up new games ( which actually just have different names in different states), getting over the awkwardness of being a teenager, giggling over boys and groaning over homework, only to do it all over again with another best friend maybe from Delhi or Calcutta or Cochin or Dubai or whatever…culture shocks, food shocks, people shocks…I’ve gone through it all.

“Delhi has come to belong to everyone who lives in it, but no one belongs to Delhi”

“More dreams are realised and extinguished in Bombay than any other place in India”

“When in Chennai, it seems no man would wait for Time and Tide... Everyone’s always on the move”

One thing that I learnt is that I can easily write off a chameleon as my animagus coz I slowly figured out that just like all the other newnessess I could be a totally new version of me too, moonlighting as a quiet and shy thing, a geeky and focused chick, the loud rambunctious don’t-care-Treasa and any number of avatars, all of whose skins I fit into perfectly even now. I’ve sort of lost track of the real me in the midst of all this and I’m still figuring it out because I felt happy being any of those people, it was almost fulfilling in different ways…maybe I don’t need to figure it out, maybe my hapless friends will have to deal with me as Mr Jekyll AND Mr Hyde. I pity these so called “friends” or as I like to call them victims.

With all the packing and redecorating, I often tended to feel a bit homeless. I felt lost, jealous even, of the friends who’d grown up with that the same set of friends from the diaper days, the swing set in the backyard sort of families, with their favorite spots and those hearts they carved in the trees and the creepy place they all sneak off to smoke pot for the first time and what nots, I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere. But I also DON’T want to settle, it’s scary, being stuck at the same place with the same people FOREVER, it’s a concept quite foreign to me. Maybe I’m not made for this settling down business, I’m terrified of being around for too long because there’s always this nagging feeling that it’s all going to go away soon, then why settle in the first place, be it with them folks out there or them places. But then again, I’m torn between wanting something I’ve never had, the sort of stuck in a place with the same bunch of people feeling which I’ve never experienced and which is scary as hell and the need to wander which I’m so oh so comfy and snuggly with now . It sucks to be this little bundle of contradictions.

Now I’m just a lousy nomadic twenty something with the wind blowing in my hair and maybe I’ll die a sad lonely death in a seedy motel in Croatia with nothing to call my own, and THAT is a pretty depressing thought on a cloudy night under the never sky and now that I’m almost done with college moving will take on a newer, scarier meaning. NO parents, NO siblings, NO familiar beds and cereal bowls to return to…I’m on my own, hostels, cars, aunts and friends and abandoned flats…I can sleep anywhere now, even the smallest bits of permanency has vanished…poof…my toothbrush is missing…poof…I can’t find my jammies…poof…there will be no favorite side of the bed or that spot where I get the right amount of moonlight for my odd reading habits…

But swoosh, the wind blows and the sky clears up and I see a sky adorned with stars, and my mind wanders again… a pair of arms come around me making me feel the warm your heart kind of feeling, a friend  I go way back with calls, sobbing coz her she can’t find her favorite sweater and her self esteem is on a downward spiral coz of some dick of a fling, or when my mom comes and strokes my hair and smiles the crinkly eyes kind of smile or when the scrumptious smell of my favorite dish comes wafting from my aunt’s kitchen… and no matter whichever one of these it is I have the same thought running through my mind, it’s lovely to be home again, and that gets me thinking that s home  for me maybe  is my goofy friends and all the hugs and crying over the phone and meeting up after a gazillion years, the new ones and old, the love my mom puts into cooking spectacular dishes for me, the over protectiveness of my dad when I talk to him over the phone, the gadding away time in cars and beaches and cliff tops, finding the right kind of popcorn or the perfect outfit with that girlfriend for the perfect night out after he dumps you, the anything and everything and anyone and everyone who makes you feel loved, wanted and sinfully happy for even a tiny moment. The stars seem to shine brighter now, leaving me a more hopeful for what’s to come…

One day I will move again, leave these homes, cities and countries, I am restless that way, I want to roam the world, I want to make more friends, I want to have lovers, lovers of books and starry nights, lovers of old houses with crumbling walls on stone paved streets, lovers of misty days and hot cocoa, lovers of new places and new me’s and yet through all of this I will still have those same comforting arms to return to, the familiar voices over the phone and  letters lovingly written or surprise visits and reunions… I will always have a home to go to.