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theendwhereibegin · 1 year ago

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Here goes nothing. Been a bit rusty as I haven't written in a while now, let alone, any fanfiction. I guess it's been a while since I have last felt this connection to an actor.

Please bare with me. This is my first story in the realm of Pedro Pascal fan fiction, so please be kind to me, and tell me if it really sucks.

So here it is, a bit of fluff with Pedro Pascal. * i cringed even typing that*

Enjoy!

Universally meant, Earthly bound

If you were to think that there is a force in the Universe that dictates how a select few, the chosen ones, the lucky ones, met, would you believe it?

story line

inner monologue

I was rushing through the city, once again. Why? Mainly because my only workout consists of hitting the snooze button a little too much in the mornings.

Running towards work, I realized that I had gone out of the house wearing my slippers. I didn't realize that on my own though, a 6 year old boy loudly told his mom while we were waiting to cross the street.

“Look mommy, she has Baby Yoda slippers on her feet. That is so cool. I want to be like her when I grow up”

Upon hearing that I turned my attention towards the pair, as his mom shot me a sympathetic look, a look that pretty much made me understand that she has most probably done it herself one too many times. The child was beaming towards me with a cute boyish smile and all my embarrassment melted away.

Yes, you read that right. I was now making my way to work while wearing Baby Yoda slippers, too sleepy to care about the looks I was getting from the random people passing me.

Let`s pause the story here for a bit. Now that we set the scene, I might as well tell you a bit about myself. I am in my early 30s, and some would argue I am at that age when I kind of need to be put together and not leave my house wearing slippers instead of proper shoes. I would argue that age is just a silly number, and it doesn`t dictate how you are supposed to live your life. I enjoy pretty much anything Netflix has to offer, long awkward walks in the park as I don`t really do socializing, and charity shops where I always seem to find a little treasure in the form of old and rare books. My name isn`t important at this point in time, but my job, well my job is the key element for this story.

...right I forgot to tell you the plot. Let`s just say that this is the story of how I managed to meet one of the biggest stars on this planet, probably Galaxy, while wearing house slippers, a coffee soaked white t-shirt and sporting a very Harry Potter like scratch on my right cheek. Now, shall we get back to our story? Where was I? Right! Going to work.

Going through the busy streets I stopped at a Starbucks to grab myself a coffee and something to eat before, what was supposed to be, a very long day at work. That`s where I soaked my t-shirt and got a pretty nasty cut on my face. How, you may ask yourself? That`s easy when your middle name is Clumsy.

After I got my coffee and sandwich, I turned around to be met by a silhouette as hard as a wall, which caused me to lose my balance and trip over a small dog, with the hot dark liquid flying in the air and landing on my t-shirt. While all that was happening, like it wasn`t enough, I fell face first in a wooden like fork, which managed to cause quite a cut. This sounds crazy, I know, but if something goes wrong for me, it`s going to be all at once.

“Are you okay?” asked the silhouette.

While trying to collect myself from the ground while the whole shop was looking at me I mumbled an embarrassed “Sure” and ran as fast as I could towards the exit. At least my slippers made it out alive from the whole debacle.

Walking into work I put my bag on my desk and sulked in my seat. Today couldn`t of started worse, and I had to face the music at work as well as my boss has told me weeks ago that I have an important photo shoot today and that I should be prepared and full of energy.

Have you guessed my job yet? I bet you did...

While waiting for the main character of the photo shoot to appear, I tried to finish some of the projects I started already and never gotten around to finishing.

“Are you ready for today?” asked my coworker, Alexis.

Alexis was that giddy girl that every office has. Keen on being liked by everyone and befriend everyone, she managed to sneak herself under my skin, and I took her under my wing. Being young, I never had the support she has. I was always thrown into deep waters without much to go on, and being a mentor for Alexis meant the world to me.

“Of course I am ready A. I am also nervous as I never had to deal with something like this before. I usually know all of the models, and now Graham made it clear that it`s a new person and that it`s important for the photo shoot to go great. You know I don`t know how to socialize.” I said while I put my head in my hands, shrugging slightly.

I continued, “On top of that I am wearing Baby Yoda slippers, my shirt is soaked and stained and I have this on my cheek”, while pointing at myself.

“How did you even manage? Wait, I retract my question. It`s you. Of course, something like this would happen. Here, let me help you clean your face a bit, at least” she said while taking my hand and guiding me to the bathroom. Wrong move on her part as at the same time my boss screamed my name while trying to get my attention towards our client for today.

Turning my head I could have sworn I saw Pedro Pascal looking at me wide eyed. I shook it off and looked again. That is definitely Pedro Pascal and I am definitely looking like a downright mess right now.

“One moment” I screamed back while rushing Alexis towards the bathroom.

The moment the door closed, I started hyperventilating and pacing at an alarming rate, trying to swallow the node I felt building up in my throat.

“This cannot be happening to me. This is too much. How am I supposed to go out there and shake his hand while looking like this? He`s seen me in this state. That`s it. I am cancelling today. I am going to call from here and tell Graham that I am suddenly sick and I can not go through and that we need to reschedule. What am I even saying? You don`t reschedule Pedro Pascal. He reschedules you, not the other way around.”

“You really need to breathe. In and out. You can`t call in sick. You are already at work, smarty pants. Plus, isn`t this the guy you`ve been gushing on since you`ve seen `The Last of Us`?” Alexis pointed out while trying to clean my cheek and get me to calm down. I am amazed at the fact that she stopped me from pacing further.

“You`ll go out there with a smile on your face. You will do your job and he will love being in your company because you are an amazing woman and photographer. You hear me?” she started saying louder than before.

“I hear you” I said while looking in the mirror.

Newsflash. I didn`t hear her. I heard words, but to be honest, I zone out when people try to pep talk me. She is a lovely friend, but at the same time, I know I won`t be able to survive today. I can try, though. Should I even worry? It`s not like he`s going to care how I present myself. He just needs photos, and that`s that.

“I am pretty sure I lost you there for a bit, so please say it to me : I hear you, and I will slay the hell out of this photo shoot because I can.” she read me like an open book.

“I hear you, and I will slay the hell out of this photo shoot because I can. All better now?” I asked while making my way out of the bathroom. Yet another mistake as Pedro was exiting the men’s bathroom and heard everything I just said.

“Are you for real?” I said in an annoyed tone while Alexis was hot on my heels giggling like a high-school girl. Pedro was visibly amused at what was unfolding in front of him.

“I am for real. Last time, I checked anyway. I am Pedro. Nice to meet you” he said while smiling.

“This keeps getting more embarrassing. I am your photographer for the day. My name is Olivia.” I said while extending my hand to him. “Sorry for my apparel for the day, but I`ve had a rough start. I swear I am better at my job than I am at, well, living. Should we get started?” I asked quickly not to leave him too much time to respond anything else but yes.

“Yes. After you”

This was a weird setting. Me and him walking the long hallway to the photo studio. It felt like it took even longer than it normally does. I was trying to distract myself until he opened his mouth again.

“Nice slippers. Good to see they escaped unharmed from your Starbucks episode” he said while smirking. I could feel the smirk in his voice as he talked. Wait, how did he know about Starbucks? I mean, the stain looks like coffee, so you don`t have to be a genius to know that I probably tripped, and it spilt on me, but to represent it as an episode...

“Excuse me? Starbucks episode?” I asked, stunned.

“Well, I would start by saying sorry for standing behind you in the queue. I mean, you could have turned a bit slower, but I couldn`t help myself but move closer to you while you were turning because I saw your slippers, and I was curious.” he said while stopping .

“I am truly sorry Olivia. I really am.” he continued.

Of course! My luck! The stranger that I tripped over happens to be Pedro Pascal. Seriously, Universe? Seriously”

“I can`t with today. That`s it. I am cancelling today. Today never happened.” I said in a frustrated manner, causing his concern.

“I mean, I don`t think you can do that as most of it already happened, but you can try, I guess?” he said while scratching the back of his head while I was looking at him like a lost puppy seeing its favourite toy after a long time. His whole demeanour made me feel at ease. All he had to do was smile, and I was automatically in a better mood.

“I suppose I can`t. As I mentioned before, I am sorry for my apparel. I didn`t plan to do this. I didn`t even know who the client was until you walked in. I just hit the snooze button too many times. Ended up speed dressing and running through the city. By the time I was made aware of the fact that I am wearing my Baby Yoda slippers by a 6 year old, nonetheless, it was too late to go back and change. Here I am, in all my nerdy glory. Unfortunately, your photographer is a nerdy, clumsy, and awkward woman who is supposed to have her shit together cause she`s over 30 and has no desire to act her age.”

I regretted it the moment all of this left my mouth and my hands flew towards it in horror. He was in the same position, with the same boyish grin plastered on his face, looking at me like I wasn`t just ranting my frustrations to a man I just met.

"For all it`s worth, I think you are trying your hardest, and you should cut yourself some slack. Be your nerdy, clumsy, awkward self because that`s who you are meant to be. You are trying to change something that will never change, your essence. It`s who you are, Olivia, and if you ask me, I`d say so far my first impression of you is a very good one” he said reassuringly.

I took a deep breath and turned around while whispering a shy “Thank you!”, not knowing that he understood how much his words meant to me, and that he was relieved that he managed to say it without upsetting me in the process. Little did I know that the Universe has been working hard for years to make this encounter happen.

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astrobydalia · 3 years ago

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Observations: Physical appearance

Had this in my drafts and literally forgot it existed😩 not my best work but here you have it

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Sagittarius sun and risings generally are tall or they always have something long or large about their looks: long straight hair, long hands, long fingers, long legs, long nose, long limbs, large thighs, large lips, etc. Also sagittarius sun/rising men are usually tall and slim while sagittarius sun/rising women are on the thicker side and have medium to tall height

Taurus placements are not necessarily thick, a lot of times they can be skinny but they do have well-defined waist and hips, most likely to have an hourglass body

Women with water ruling their 4th house tend to have natural large breasts

Gemini risings or mercury dominant people age very well cus they stay with a very youthful face/demenor, they tend to look younger than they actually are

Honestly all Air risings age pretty well, they have such a fresh vibe to them

Capricorn risings, moons or Saturn conjunct ASC could have prominent eye bags, dark circles or just look like they haven’t slept in days. They can also tend to look/feel incredibly sad or bitter even if they’re not necessarily feeling this way

Also Capricorn risings usually have something very distinctive about their teeth

Leo rising men are charming and attractive and they KNOW it. Leo rising women are like this too but usually less cocky. Basically leo rising men seduce people with their charm/sass while women seduce people with their friendly warmth

Most Cancer rising/suns I’ve met were short, a lot of times VERY short and even the ones who had tall/medium height had a small frame. Also some cancer risings/suns legit look like baby Yoda or have that fragile “tiny baby” vibe or they LEGIT look like a cute teddy bear

People with Chiron in the 1st or conjunct the ASC have a very sad/defeated look to them. You’d think Saturn would give this effect, but like I said before Saturn gives someone a very tired look like they’ve been working all night. Chiron on the other hand makes the person have the energy of someone that low-key wants to cry or like they’re heartbroken underneath or something. When these people actually feel this way it shows tremendously. They have this demeanor of someone who is extremely uncomfortable in their own skin and that’s why they often look “defeated” if that makes sense

I’ve noticed Fire Suns have very rough-looking hands

Why is nobody talking about how talented Capricorn/Aries placements are with make up and fashion like-

People with Uranus aspecting the ASC have something about their physical appearance that is not necessarily considered beautiful traditionally but it’s what makes them have a certain charm or it could be just overall demeanor

Even more so, People with Uranus harshly aspecting the ASC or the ASC ruler may have something about their physical appearance that looks/is unnatural or like they got it done. In fact, these people could be more prone to getting surgery, piercings, tattoos, dye their hair, extensions, etc. tho it’s not necessarily like this of course. Easy aspects can make someone have a very unique appearance or features but not necessarily unnatural. If they do have something about their appearance that is obviously unnatural like blue hair, tattoos or piercings they can really pull it off in a way it looks like it really suits them and doesn’t look too strange. This can apply to Venus-Uranus aspects too

Speaking of particularly tattoos, people with Aquarius moon/mars are the most prone to getting tattoos and also Mars in hard aspect to Pluto (easy aspects could count as well) is pretty much the number 1 aspect I’ve seen in people who have tattoos. I have seen mars-Uranus aspects too but not as frequently. In fact, people who have mars-uranus aspects and no mars-pluto may have considered getting tattooed but they’re more likely to not end up getting it cus they seem to really be bothered by that sense of permanence

Libra and Virgo Risings always look NEAT as hell

Capricorn+Libra placements are B E A U T I F U L. They have conventional beauty amazing bone structure, their side profile is just-

I haven't met a single Virgo Venus female that actually likes wearing makeup and jewelry

Pluto aspecting the ASC could have a very distinctive birth mark in their body or even a birth defect

Virgo Venus females may have a style that goes against the classic concept of femininity (Venus is in detriment in Virgo). Most of the times this manifest as them not liking to dress up, not liking make up, not liking heels or dresses, don't enjoy doing their nails or hair etc. Other times the opposite happens and as a result they are seen as vulgar and sometimes slut-shamed

Women with Medusa conjunct Moon get a lot of compliments on their hair, people seem to be fascinated by their natural hair

Aries moons may like the grunge aesthetic or skater look or they had this type of phase. Females may have had a tomboy look (Musa from Winx club vibes)

Speaking of phases, Scorpio placements are the ones who have really gone through that emo/goth phase (Jade from Victorious type of vibe). Lip and nose piercing specially.

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staticscreenwriting · 3 years ago

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Where the heart is // B. B.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)

TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

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Waking up from this nightmare How's your life, what's it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? And how broken my heart is

The apartment is deadly quiet as Bucky steps inside, only the rattling of his keys echoing through the halls that once seemed so warm and inviting are now but a cold reminder of what used to be.

People never really talk about these moments. The after. The wreckage. The ruins of what used to be. Sure there are movies and books and countless songs but they take the feeling and they wrap it up in beautiful words and prose and make something beautiful of it.

There’s nothing beautiful in the way Bucky feels as his feet drag him towards what used to be his bedroom, which is now hers. There’s nothing beautiful in the way he feels as his eyes wander over to the closed door behind which lays an empty room. One that is empty not because of choice but because of the shitty cards life has dealt both him and her.

There is nothing beautiful about the way he feels. Only sadness. Only hurt.

When he turns the corner and steps into the bedroom, his heart drops for a second. He hadn’t expected her to be here, not with how quiet the place is. But sure enough, there she is. Sitting on the fluffy comforter they bought together, legs tucked underneath herself. She said that comforter was the exact same shade of blue as his eyes. Now she doesn’t even lift her head to look at him, focusing only on the box resting on the bed before her.

“Hey uh — I didn’t expect to run into you.”

“ I live here. Sorry to disappoint.“

“ I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just so quiet. “

She shrugs but still doesn’t look up. There’s so much resentment there, dripping from every word. He can’t fault her for it. Not even a little. If he was her, he’d hate himself too. Maybe this will make it easier for them. If she hates him, that’s a straight cut. Right? Hating is easy. It’s loving that’s hard.

“ It’s like that now. You here to get some of your stuff?” she asks, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes are red and tired. Not like they were when he left, filled with tears and sorrow. Now they’re just infinitely sad and exhausted. Like all the life and all the warmth and all the passion that he fell so deeply in love with, has been sucked out of her. He hates knowing it’s partially his fault.

“ If that’s okay with you.”

“ sure. “

The movies and the poems and the books and the songs, they never talk about this. The after. The limbo. The “will you keep this or shall I take it?”

They don’t talk about the fact that you’re supposed to pack 5 years of relationship into a bunch of boxes and figure out what to do with it.

He quietly walks into the closet, as if making any noise would break whatever bubble is currently surrounding the two of them. Sometimes he wonders if things would be different had they been different people. Had they been able to express their feelings differently. Sometimes, in the most secret part of his heart, Bucky wishes there would’ve been screaming. Maybe screaming would’ve been helpful. Sure, it’s not the most eloquent way of communication but at least it is communication. But there was no screaming. Only silence. Only feelings swallowed up to never be spoken about. To suffocate them from the inside out.

Making as little noise as possible, Bucky grabs some of his clothes and stuffs them into the duffle bag Sam gave him. He had that look on his face, the pitiful one. The one that says “sorry, man”. There’s no reason to feel sorry for Bucky. This is his fault after all.

There’s a sound coming from behind him, and for a second he really believes it’s his mind playing tricks on him. But then he hears it again, louder this time, more clearly.

She’s laughing. Maybe not a full-on laugh but a chuckle. It’s been a while since he’s heard that sound.

“ What’s got you laughing like that ? “ Bucky asks as he turns back around only to be greeted by her smiling face. God how much he misses that smile.

She looks back down towards the box in front of her and the picture in her hand.

“ It’s uh — it’s a picture of the first time you stayed over. “

His legs carry him towards the bed as if they work on autopilot. As he sits down next to he can just about make out the scent of her shampoo. The one he bought for himself last week, not because he necessarily likes to use it. He bought it because he misses the scent. Because he misses her. And if he can keep her close like this, even for a small moment, he’ll buy an entire store's worth of shampoo.

Her fingers gently grip the picture so as to not rip or crumble it. He can’t hold back the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips as he recognizes the picture. It’s a slightly less gloomy version of him, in love and asleep. Curled up on her old tiny couch in her old tiny apartment with her dog Yoda sleeping soundly on his chest. He was so nervous to stay over at her place the first time he did. Nervous about so many different things but mostly about doing something to hurt her. Physically but also emotionally. To think that now his biggest fear came true, crushes his heart even further.

“ I miss Yoda. He was a good dog,” she says as she puts the photo back into the box. Truth be told, Bucky misses him too. He was grumpy and lazy and he didn’t ever really listen to them. But he was loyal and cuddly and all in all, he was the perfect dog for the two of them. And he had accepted Bucky into his and her life immediately. As if he knew that Bucky of all people needed nothing more than a chance to prove himself to be something other than a killer.

There are more pictures in the box, alongside other clutter that Bucky can’t quite make out. One of the other pictures he can see clearly, is one of the two of them on their first Halloween. The Halloween that Bucky didn’t want to dress up for. The one he promised himself he would spend curled up on his couch watching a scary movie and not open the door to anyone, Trick or Treaters or otherwise.

He ended up going out anyway. With her. FOR her. And it was one of the best nights of his life even if it meant he had to dress up like a skeleton.

“ What is all this? “ he asks though, by the way his heart starts beating faster, Bucky isn’t sure he even wants to know the answer to that question. “ You getting rid of our pictures? “

He doesn’t want it to sound so accusatory. They’re broken up. Separated. In the early process of a divorce. She has every right to get rid of their pictures. Get rid of him. Bury the memories. Just because he can’t let go doesn’t mean that she’s grieving in the same way.

“ No, “ she scoffs and pulls out a small scrap of paper, “ this is a memory box I started when we first got together. It’s things I didn’t know where to put but that I wanted to hold on to. I had planned to give it to you for our 10 year anniversary but … well “

She doesn’t have to say it. He knows.

“ Then after the — seperation I put some other stuff in there. Memories.”

“ Can I see what else is in there? “ he asks “ since I won’t get to see it on our 10 year anniversary.”

Bucks isn’t quite sure why he adds that to the end of his sentence. It makes him sound spiteful and mean and he can tell, by the look on her face, that it hurts her. And he’s done enough of that in the past. Isn’t that exactly the reason they are here in the first place?

She considers it for a moment and Buck can only guess the different kinds of emotions running through her then. He feels them too. All of them. They are confusing and most of them are negative. She has no reason to let him see this, relish in sweet nostalgia with him as if everything is okay and they’re not getting a fucking divorce.

“ Sure, I guess. I — yeah.”

She scoots more to the middle of the bed, making more space for Bucky to sit down properly. He’s perched on the side that was his. The side he fell asleep on and woke up on so many times. And she was there next to him. Always there and warm and soft. And she’d smile at him through sleepy eyes and a hazy mind and she’d rival the sun. And then she’d gently comb her fingers through his hair and say good morning and he knew it would be — a good morning.

He hasn’t had a good morning since he left.

She moves the box to sit between them on the bed and motions for Bucky to start digging in.

There’s a pile of what he realizes are old movie tickets. It's something they used to do when they first started dating. Thursdays were movie days. But while everyone went to see the new blockbusters, the two of them would pick the movies that sounded the weirdest and they’d buy a big bucket of popcorn and blue raspberry slushies and just relish in the grandeur that is bad cinema. Most of the time they were the only ones at the cinema. Sometimes things got — R rated.

“ Why did we stop doing this? “ she asks as Bucky looks up from the tickets “ going to the movies I mean. It was always my favorite day of the week. “

He tries to remember. Tries to pinpoint the moment when life changed and their Thursdays weren’t their Thursdays anymore. He can’t. He comes up empty.

Sometimes life changes in little ways, ones you don’t realize at that moment and they don’t seem significant either. It’s a broken tradition. A missed movie night. It’s slow and creeping but at some point, you stop and look at your life now and it doesn’t resemble your life then anymore. Everything has changed and you didn’t even notice. Not for one single second.

“ I have — I have no idea. “ he has to confess.

“ Remember that movie with the killer florist ? “ she asks and her voice is laced with laughter. Something sparks up in his heart. A tiny flicker of something he’s missed. Something he hasn’t felt in a while. He can’t help but laugh along.

“ I do! Or the one where the woman fell in love with the Koi in her neighbor's pond? ”

“ Oh god! That was terrible. “

“ It was.”

She looks wistful for a moment as if her thoughts wander off to some long-forgotten memory.

“ What are you thinking about? “

He never usually had to ask her. He’d either know or she’d tell him on her own accord. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between them. One he wants to break down or climb over so badly. But does she want him there? After everything?

“ The day we saw that movie was the first time you said I love you. “

It’s true. Now that she mentions it he remembers it so clearly. It’s like he’s suddenly faced with a scene from a movie he’s forgotten about a long time ago but once someone mentions it, he remembers it in great detail. Knows every word. Every line.

“ I still don’t quite know what it was about that moment that made you say it but — “ she trails off, a smile playing on her lips.

Bucky knows. It wasn’t a groundbreaking realization back then. He’d been feeling it for months. Fell deeper in love with her with every glance, every smile, every silly movie he got to watch with her. They went to some dingy diner after the movie to grab a burger and some fries. The leather seats were old and the filling was spilling out, the air smelled of grease and air freshener, and the laminated menu cards were sticky with undefinable stains. All things considered, it should’ve been a bad date. It wasn’t though. Nothing was ever bad with her. She smiled. All she did was smile and hum along to some song Bucky didn’t know as it spilled from the jukebox. And it occurred to him then, that there was no need for a big gesture or a special moment. Every moment with her was special. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Existing was enough if only she was there.

“ Nothing. “

“ Hm? “

“ There was nothing special about that moment. I just realized that I would be okay with anything if only you are there. You — that’s all I need in life. “

She looks at him then and for a second he thinks that maybe she’ll kiss him. Tell him that they are making a mistake and ask him to come back. Tell him that she doesn’t blame him. That she forgives him. That she wants him anyway. Despite — everything. She doesn’t though. Just sighs and pulls another picture from the box.

It’s a picture of the two of them cuddled up on the couch with a tiny white ball of fluff resting on her chest.

“ Our first picture with Alpine. “

“ That was taken on the day we found him. Look, you can clearly see the scratches on my face from crawling around the dumpsters to rescue him. “ Bucky points out.

He had never thought of himself as a cat person. Really he wasn’t so much an anything-person anymore, after Hydra. But somehow that little cat had wormed his way into his heart and refused to leave.

“ Was worth it though! “

Bucky nods his head in agreement “ it was. “

“ You should — you should take him. He’s really more your cat than mine.”

“ He’s our cat.” he points out.

“ Bucky there won’t be an ours anymore. Soon.”

It breaks his heart. Over and over again. He just got used to being himself. The version he was when he was with her. How is he gonna deal with doing it all over again? He doesn’t want to be a version of himself after her.

“ I don’t have a place yet and Sam’s allergic. “

“ He can stay here until then, of course. I love him. “

There’s a lot of love there that’s being given up on, Bucky realizes. And he hates every part of it.

“ Shit, remember this? “ she chimes up again as her hand holds onto a thin receipt, the black ink bleached away and thinned out from years of being stuck in a box. From years of memories fading.

“ Is that from the —”

“ The tattoo place, yeah. “

The patch of skin on the inside of his arm grows hot as if he is suddenly aware of what is there. Something long forgotten. A small letter forever etched into his skin in black ink like the way she’s forever etched into his heart. Always there. Forever. Just like the delicate lines that write his own name onto her collar bone. James. Not Bucky. Not Winter Soldier. James.

“ Oh god, I can’t believe you kept these,” Buck exclaims as he picks a pair of bright blue knitted socks from the box. They’re made from scratchy wool and there are a million and one holes in them. It’s so her. So quintessentially her. To keep them. With their holes and their scratchy wool and all. Even if they’re a mess. Even if they’re broken. She holds onto things no matter how bad. No matter how lost and sad and broken and useless. She holds on tight and doesn’t let go. Unless you make her. Unless you force her to. Unless you break her heart.

“ Umm … you made them for me. Like you literally learned how to knit to make me a pair of socks to keep my feet warm. That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, Buck. Of course, I kept them. “

Bucky bashfully shrugs his shoulders, a tint of red dusting his cheeks. “ I’m glad you liked them. Even if they’re scratchy. “

“ I like you and Alpine and you guys are the scratchiest,” she points out. She’s not wrong.

“ Was I a good boyfriend? “ Bucky asks and while in the grand scheme of things it really doesn’t matter, he wants to know anyway. Wants to know he did something right.

“ You were the best boyfriend. “

“ I’m sorry I was a shit husband. “

She stays quiet for a moment and with every second that passes by he breaks more and more. He wonders how much of him is left at this point. How much there’s still to lose. Then again, what does it matter? He lost her and that’s all that really matters.

“ You weren’t a shit husband, Bucky. “

It’s like the world suddenly moves in slow motion as they both grab the 2 things left in the box.

Bucky holds onto the blue velvet box knowing exactly what’s inside. The last time he held it, got on his knees in front of her, put the ring on her finger, that was one of the best days of his life. A sign that the Winter Soldier was his past and that he could finally truly move on. They were younger, in love. Happy. Now he hardly remembers what happiness feels like.

“ I was so nervous to give this to you. Not because I thought you’d say no or anything. I just — I just wanted to be enough. The ring and the proposal and — me. “

“ You were always enough. “ she says and he can hear the tears in her voice. It’s thick and heavy and he knows that if he looks at her now, there will be tears in her eyes too.

But he doesn’t look at her then. His eyes fall onto the piece of fabric in her hands. It’s so small. Soft peached colored with a little bunny embroidered on the front. It’s tiny and cute and it belongs to no one. It’s tiny and it should’ve been theirs. But it isn’t.

“ No, I wasn’t. He says and shakes his head. You deserve more than I can give you. “

She throws the baby romper back into the box and gets off the bed as if someone has set it on fire.

“ What’s wrong? “ he asks as if he doesn’t know. Everything. Everything about this situation is wrong. They’re supposed to make love on this bed, not cry over memories long gone. Push away thoughts of their looming divorce.

“ I don’t know, Bucky. Maybe you can tell me. “ She calls out to him as she pulls the rest of his shirts from the closet and throws them into the bedroom. Colors of fabric flying through the air like wings of a bird flapping through the winds. Some of them she lops at him, passion and anger and wrath and sadness filling her eyes. “ Maybe you can tell me why the fuck we’re doing this. Why we’re putting ourselves through all this pain and suffering and this bullshit divorce. Maybe you can tell me why you left me to have a fucking breakdown every time I walk into my closet and see this goddamn dress, “ she cries while holding up the hanger over which her beautiful white wedding dress is draped. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Like a goddess. Like an angel. Like his redemption.

“ We were happy. We were trying to have a family. And then what — it doesn’t work and you leave? You just gave up. “

“ I didn’t give up. “

“ Yes, you fucking did! You gave up and you served me divorce papers and you didn’t even give me a fucking choice. “

“ You agreed! “

“ Because I love you and if you don’t want to be with me, then I am not keeping you. I love you enough to let you be happy even if it’s without me.”

Those words send a shock through his heart. Like an icicle. Cold and sharp and unforgiving.

“ You think I don’t love you? You think YOU are the reason?,” Bucky questions before grabbing the romper from the box and holding it up “ this is the reason. This is my fault and mine alone. It’s my fault that this belongs to no one. It’s my fault that there’s an empty room in this apartment that you can’t walk into because it hurts you too much to see it empty. You deserve to be a mother and clearly, I can’t give that to you. That’s the burden I carry but it’s not one that should be put on you. I can’t give you this but you deserve it and you should have it. So this is me letting you go so you can find someone that can give you a baby. Someone who isn’t broken. Someone who doesn't have a body that doesn’t work anymore. Not in the way it should. “

“ James, “ her words a but a whisper as his name tumbles from her lips and she lets her wedding dress fall to the floor to sit next to him and hold his face in between her hands. “ That wasn’t your fault and you are not broken. I want a family, yes. I want a child. But with you. I want a family with you and it doesn’t matter if it’s my blood or not. It’s our family whichever way we decide to do this. And if we — if we stay just us and Alpine that’s fine too. I just want you and whatever else we decide on. Together. I love you, James. I love you and I miss you and I don’t want a baby if it’s not with you. A family means nothing if it doesn’t include you. Whatever the consequences of the serum are, they are not your fault. You are not broken, James. You are you. You’re a hero. A husband. And maybe one day a father but above all, you are James Buchanan Barnes, a survivor and you are not broken. “

He knows he should be saying so many things right then but all his thoughts get tangled up and won't find the way to his lips.

Instead, he says the only other thing he can think about right then.

“ You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. “

She laughs through the flood of tears that leak from her eyes and trail down her face.

“ I mean you always look beautiful but that day. My god. I honestly couldn’t believe you said yes to me — of all people. 106 year old me. Wouldn’t believe it until the moment you walked down the aisle. Then I knew that this was really the start of my new life. Of my forever. “

“ I miss you Bucky. “

“ I miss you too. “

“ I don’t want to divorce you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband.”

“ Even without the babies? “

“ Yes, “ she nods and brushes her fingers through his short hair. “ You are my family James and you are enough for me. Always”

“ I love you. “ he says because really, it’s the only thing he can think of. The thing he wants most. The only thing that matters.

Without another word, he pulls the ring from the box and delicately slips it back onto her finger. Where it belongs. Where it always belonged.

“ I’m sorry I was ever this stupid. I should’ve just talked to you “

“ Yeah you should have but right now can you — can you just kiss me? “

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He kisses her once, then twice, then once again. It’s been a long long time since the last time he’s kissed her. Too long. Way too long.

He’s not gonna stop anytime soon. Never again. Never ever again.

“ Hey, “ he says “ how about you slip into your wedding dress I think for all my stupid decisions I owe you a dance. “

“ I think you might be right. “

And she’s smiling, so bright and radiant. Like the sun. Like all the stars. Like his own personal light in the darkness.

“ Don’t expect too much though. I just cried, my hair is a mess — I won’t look the way you remember me looking in this dress. “

“ You’ll look gorgeous.”

And he’s right. She looks breathtaking. She looks like a wonderful, wonderful dream. Like love captured in a person. Like a second chance. Like his home.

There are a lot of thoughts racing through Bucky’s mind as he pulls her close and they sway to the melodic tunes of their wedding song as it sounds from the speakers of her cellphone. But above all there’s love. And the knowledge that he is enough. That they are enough. Their tiny little family. Perfect and not broken or missing anything. It’s good as it is.

They don’t have to think about who gets to keep the decorative throw pillows, the records they used to collect together, the plates that were a wedding gift, the cat. Because it’s theirs. Together. Shared.

And forever.

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justkatiebeinghoe · 3 years ago

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Do you like him more?

Chanyeol jealous au, fluff

Word count: 700

Chanyeol X reader.

Hope you luv bunnies enjoy it.

Xoxo Katie.

You two were sitting in his studio. He was working on his new song while you were supposed to support him but at the same time, you did not want to bother him. So, you've decided to listen to your favourite band 5 seconds of summer.

Since you were 15 you had a huge crush on the bassist, Calum Hood. Of course, Chanyeol knew about it and acted like a baby, whenever you talked about Calum, making him jealous and teasing him a little bit.

You were listening to their new song "2011" as you were humming lyrics. Your legs were resting on Chanyeol's lap as he was caressing them with his thumb, making you blush every time he squeezed it hard.

It took you a while to figure out that he was staring at you with those big eyes, concentrating on your face.

"Yes, baby?" You asked him as you took off your headphones and let them slide on your neck.

"I am here." You got a little bit confused by his words and you turn off the music too. Giving him all your attention.

"I am your boyfriend, darling"

"Well, I know that, Park." You eyed back to your phone and then quickly looked at Chanyeol, as your lips fall apart and you let our giggle. "Are you jealous?'

"I am not." He said as he glued his eyes to his laptop's screen. You lean into his touch and put your head on his arm.

"Talk to me, baby." You begged for him to say a word coz this giant was one tiny baby. You started giving him sweet kisses on the neck and biting his skin softly. He groaned and looked at you.

"You are distracting me."

"Then talk to me." You answered as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Hun, I've been working on this song 3 days straight, I am tired and you. " he opened his eyes and you could see the puppy was disappointed. "You are watching that Calum guy's videos."

"Oh, my giant baby." You chuckled as you crawled on his lap and wrapped your hand on his neck, looking into his eyes. "Baby, don't be jealous."

"Do you like him more?" He asked you and you could feel hurt in his voice, you quickly shook your head and kissed his lips gently.

"I like you more Channie, you are my favourite boy in the whole world"

"You sure?" He gave you another question, making you nod. You two were sitting there, in silence enjoying the only sound that was in the studio, Chanyeol's tapping on the keyboard. His head was resting on your shoulder as your hands were giving him a massage on his back.

"Cutiepie." He called you again, his voice was sleepy, deeper than usual. You blushed as you heard his voice and bite your lip to hide a smile.

"Yes my Yoda?" He chuckled and kissed your collarbone.

"You and your weird pet names, Jeez." He continued laughing as you joined him. Chanyeol's eyes travelled to your lips as he gulped and lean into a deep kiss. He felt so good you thought to yourself and smiled while kissing him.

"One more thing"

"Yes, Dambo?" Giggle escaped from your lips as he rolled his eyes, grabbing your hips and gently rubbing them.

"Change your lock screen! I am your boyfriend! Not that Calum." You laughed and choose Chanyeol's picture from your gallery, setting it up as your lock screen.

"Happy?"

"Very much!" He said as he kissed you once again before getting up and letting you stand on your legs. "And we are done! Let's go, home baby and give me cuddles."

"I will." He gave you his phone as he wore his jacket and turned off everything, heading out with you as he locked the studio's door with Keys. You helped him by turning on the flash light on his phone.

"Park Chanyeol?!" He knew he was in trouble when you used his full name. "why is Dara as your lock screen?" He run away giggling as you run after him.

"Yah! Get your ass here." You yelled at him as he was trying to escape from you.

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all-content-is-here · 2 years ago

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Piano lessons provide a wide range of benefits to young children. Here are my "Top Five."

1. Piano lessons help preserve and develop children's natural creative abilities.

The best analogy of how children learn through music that I've found is from Donald Kroodsma's book "The Singing Life of Birds." Every songbird can be identified by the unique song it sings, but a baby bird has to be taught by its parents to sing the family song. Baby birds, like humans, just 'babble' at first. Mother birds sing the family song over and over to the baby birds as they try to repeat it back. At first, the baby birds are only able to sing back one or two notes, but they gradually learn to sing the whole song. And birds with two voice boxes even learn to sing their own harmony parts! Once baby birds learn the family song, they can start developing their very own songs. Similarly, I encourage students to compose their own music after developing needed skills. In my experience, young children in piano are a lot like baby songbirds!

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2. Piano lessons help children perfect their natural learning processes.

Music is a language, and children are programmed to absorb languages. Studies have shown that kids can most easily learn new languages when they start at a young age. Piano lessons help children develop the very same skills needed to accomplish language arts, like reading. In piano, students learn how to follow directions, scan written materials, think critically, create solutions and translate writing into action. For example, students must look at each note, measure and phrase and decide how to play each note to make the music come to life. Many children (including my own sons) have become much better readers after starting piano lessons. Further, piano lessons involves an interplay of both right and left brain activity that stimulates neural development.

3. Piano lessons help children learn how to stay focused and achieve goals.

Piano lessons help children set specific goals and then work towards reaching these goals. Each new piece of music a student learns requires a specific set of skills and playing habits. To achieve these goals students must learn to stay focused and study each note, measure and phrase to understand how to play the song. In doing this students learn to think critically and creatively as they decide how to make the music come to life. Staying focused over time develops good study habits that become natural. This is important because learning to practice good habits that match their goals shows children how to make their dreams come to life!

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It takes courage to face challenges without letting our anxiety and worries get the best of us. Piano lessons help students learn to accept challenges such as learning a difficult song, as well as to perform pieces in front of teachers, friends, and families at recitals. Lessons also help kids learn the importance of keeping a positive perspective despite difficulties. Learning to handle uncertainty and stress in a way that minimizes anxiety and maximizes creativity is a valuable life tool. We all need practice at this!

5. Piano lessons teach children to persevere.

A key part of accomplishing anything difficult is not to give up easily. As children grow, piano lessons teach kids to try and then try again if they don't initially succeed. However, as Yoda explained to Luke Skywalker, the objective isn't just trying itself, but accomplishing the desired goal -- "Do or do not, there is no try!" Piano lessons teach students how to adjust their expectations if they can't initially master a tough song or skills, and to tackle these big goals by taking small incremental steps. In the end, just like the baby songbirds that eventually learn to sing, students learn that they can accomplish great things and reach their dreams through careful and consistent effort.

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alwaysbethewest · 4 years ago

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fic masterlist

My fics are also posted at AO3 if you prefer to read there. Content notes and warnings are at the top of each fic (please DM me if you see that I’ve missed something). Stories marked explicit are for readers aged 18+ only.

Ratings key: G = Gen, T = Teen, M = Mature, E = Explicit

Kingsman 2

A Little Bit of Honey (Agent Whiskey/f!Reader, 1.4k words, E)

That's You for Me (Agent Whiskey/f!Reader, 1.8k words, M)

Stay Close to Me (Agent Whiskey/f!Reader, 5.3k words, T)

The Last of Us

What I Need's Been Buried (Joel/Tess, 1.2k words, M)

Stasis (Joel/Tess, 200 words, T)

Lapis (Joel/Tess, 200 words, T)

It Had to Be You (Joel/Tess, 300 words, T)

The Mandalorian

You’re in Your Own Way Again (Din/Omera, 7.6k words, E) [fanart]

Stay With Me (Din/Omera, 700 words, T)

Nice Work If You Can Get It (Din/Omera, 400 words, T)

Untitled Mandomera lactation kink ficlet (Din/Omera, 420 words, M)

Overheated (Din/OFC, 1.1k words, M)

Overextended (Din/OFC, 940 words, T) [podfic]

Get Under Your Skin (Din/Paz [pre-slash] + Baby Yoda, 1.3k words, T) [podfic]

And Deeper Than Bone (Din/Paz, 2.2k words, T)

Overflow (Din/Peli Motto, 1.3k words, T)

Hunt and Gather (Din + Baby Yoda, 525 words, G)

Untitled ficlet about giving Din a haircut (Din + Peli, 485 words, G)

The Only Other Sound (Din + OFC, 400 words, G)

The Mentalist

Crème de la Crème (Marcus/f!Reader, 2.5k words, E)

With Love Waiting Outside the Door (Marcus/f!Reader, 1k words, T)

As a Kite (Marcus/f!Reader, 750 words, M)

Strike a Match (Marcus/f!Reader, 1.4k words, T)

Save It Up (Marcus/gn!Reader, 375 words, T)

Narcos

When I Think About You (Javier/f!Reader, 5k words, E)

You Just Have to Whisper (Javier/f!Reader, 1.7k words, E)

Observation Hypothesis Experiment (Javier/f!Reader, 1.6k words, M)

Close Your Eyes (Javier/gn!Reader, 750 words, T)

The Sweater (Javier/gn!Reader, 430 words, T)

Lean In (Javier/f!Reader, 1.1k words, E) [podfic]

A Feeling Like This (Javier/f!Reader, 2.2k words, E)

Don’t Hold Your Tongue (Javier/Steve, 2k words, M)

Sugar Sugar (Javier + Steve, 600 words, T)

Untitled vacation drabble (Javier/Steve, 230 words, T)

Where the Love Light Gleams (Steve/Connie + Javier, 830 words, T)

S.W.A.K. (Steve/Connie + Javier, 550 words, T)

Old Acquaintance (Steve/Connie + Javier, 550 words, T)

OT3 fics (Steve/Connie/Javier):

You Got the Better of Me (4.6k words, E)

Right Where You Want Me to Be (5.4k words, E)

Between the Lines (750 words, T)

Three’s a Crowd (500 words, T)

Two to Tango (655 words, T)

Caught Up (860 words, T)

Not a Moment to Waste (1.1k words, M)

Worth the Wait (1k words, E)

Starter Home (405 words, T)

Sleepless Nights ‘verse:

Like to Tell You All I Want (Javier/Steve, 2.2k words, E)

Just as Much as I Want You (Javier/Steve, 4.3k words, E)

Miles From Where You Are (Javier/Steve, 850 words, E)

Prospect

In So Many Words (Ezra/f!Reader, 925 words, M)

Follow Where You Go (Ezra/f!Reader, 700 words, G)

Led to You (Ezra/f!Reader, 3k words, E)

Drawn Away (Ezra/f!Reader, 440 words, T)

Triple Frontier

A Light in Your Eye (Frankie/f!Reader, 1.6k words, M) [podfic]

Couldn’t Get Much Higher (Frankie/f!Reader, 1.6k words, E)

A Pilot for Christmas (Frankie/f!Reader, 4.8k words, M)

Snap (Frankie/f!Reader, 450 words, M)

Not A Competition (But I’m Winning) (Frankie/f!Reader/Benny, 1.2k words, E)

Trou de Cul (Frankie/Benny, 460 words, E)

Put Your Name On It (Frankie/Benny, 2.3k words, E)

You Leave a Mark (Frankie/Benny, 400 words, M)

Right on Cue (Frankie/Benny, 420 words, T)

Put Yourself in My Place (Frankie/Benny, 3.1k words, E)

Sense Memory (Frankie/Santiago, 340 words, T)

Places That I’ve Never Been (Will Miller/OFC, 600 words, G)

Francisco Morales Falls In Love With A Ghost ‘verse:

Apparition (Frankie + Baby Morales + Reader, 1.5k words, T)

Keep My Visions to Myself (Frankie/f!Reader, 1.4k words, E)

Yours Just As It Was (Frankie + Baby + Benny + Reader, 1.6k words, T)

Crossing the Streams (Frankie + Benny (fishben pre-slash) + Baby + Javi P. + OFC + Reader, 1.8k words, T) [crossover with Narcos]

Hot Single Dad Frankie Morales (tm) ‘verse (Frankie/gn!Reader):

Down to the Roots (1.1k words, T)

First Star I See (1.3k words, M)

Why Did It Have to Be... (525 words, G)

Shine Like the Sun (850 words, T)

Leafy Greens (650 words, G)

Twice as Sweet (580 words, T)

Untitled sappy headcanon (600 words, T)

Untitled lazy weekend drabble (300 words, G)

When the World Seems to Shine (870 words, G)

By Your Side (600 words, T)

Miscellaneous (aka I wrote a fic for it once but have no particular plans to write more for these fandoms so I didn’t feel they merited their own sections)

Candescent (Oberyn/Ellaria, 400 words, M)

Taste Test (Pero Tovar/f!Reader, 1.2k words, G)

Warm Me Up (Max Phillips/f!Reader, 380 words, E)

Hollowed Out (Dave York/Carol York, 490 words, T)

Always Forever (Mobius/Ravonna [Loki], 3.4k words, E)

Original

Let Me (OMC/Reader, 400 words, M)

Indulge (OMC/f!Reader, 500 words, M)

You Have Reached Your Destination (OFC + OMCs, 500 words, T)

May 2022 (poem)

Etc.

Ask meme drabbles/five-sentence fics (various fandoms + ratings)

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catharsis-in-a-bottle · 4 years ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON WW84

Spoiler alert: I didn’t like it, so if you don’t wanna hear me being an absolute bitch just move right along

tHiS iS a ShItPoSt

Also, alert for actual movie spoilers lol

Okay so, as per usual, ima just dump all of my thoughts non-chronologically with zero apologies.

FIRST THING’S FIRST: I wanted a better villain. Yeah, that’s right. You know who the villain was in the last movie? Fucking ARIES. The god of fucking WAR. And who is it this time? Some random dude turned ravenous by greed with NO GODLY POWERS? Pedro Pascal, sweetie, I’m sorry, but put that Mando helmet back on and get Grogu back in your arms because the whole ‘mAkE a WiSh you mOtHeRfuCkeRs’ thing just didn’t work.

Going on this ‘I want a god as a villain’ theme, the plot could have totally had more Greek gods tied into it!!! Like, the wish stone? There’s dialogue that’s something along the lines of “you look like you’ve seen a ghost” when Diana reads the inscription inside the wish stone and Diana says “I thought I did.” Like, that means Aries made the stone, right?? She’s having flashbacks and shit, yeah?? I just feel like the *backstory* of the stone could have had more prevalence, idk.

Disregarding the plot and everything else, Gal Gadot looks fucking badass in literally everything she wears.

But, Barbara, honey. What the actual fuck was that leopard shit? She legit turned into a feral furry and went apeshit on everyone?? And the costume design was,,,, um,,,, just very questionable for her

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. WHERE THE FUCK WAS IT????? In the last movie, Diana grows SO MUCH!! Like that was the WHOLE POINT!!! And now in this movie, she was an entirely static character, which really just didn’t do it for me. Building upon the theme of static-ness, part of the plot is basically the same as the last movie. Steve has to sacrifice himself and she despairs. It’s literally the same. Rather repetitive.

HOW THE FUCKING SHITTING HELL DID SHE JUST..... FLY???!!!???!!!??!!!

LIKE SHE GRABBED AN AIRPLANE WITH HER LASSO AT FIRST, YEAH, BUT THEN SHE WAS JUST...... FLYING???? LIKE DIDNT SHE LOSE HER POWERS???? WTF???????

*coughs*

Seriously Pedro Pascal grow your fucking mustache back and get a godDAMN BABY YODA IN YOUR ARMS

Alister went through some shit (that is almost definitely not how you spell his name)

THE COLOR SCHEME. Okay, this is a very weird and minute thing, but it’s noticeable for me in EVERY movie. The previous movie had a largely blue and cool-colored lighting throughout nearly the whole thing, except on the island of the Amazons, which I like because it really created the contrast between the island and, you know, the shitty realm of un-godlike humans. In this movie, however, it was very bright and kind of all over the place, and it really just kind of.... blew the mood? Like yeah, overly decadent 80s clothes and shit, but.... something about the previous movie, and how the visual appearance in terms of color made me feel, was just better.

why does tumblr put so much space between bullet points on the mobile app dear lord cthulhu it looks so weird in editing mode i mean y’all won’t see it when i post but s t i l l

Genuinely, I high-key want that golden bird armor thingy because not only *cool in battle* but also *shiny wings*

I hated Babara literally throughout that entire movie I’m sorry, especially when she, you know, became an asshole and started killing innocent peeps, ma’am we don’t do that in this house and it is absolutely okay to want popularity and recognition in this life but not to the point whERE YOU ARE LITERALLY MURDERING PEOPLE

steve came back in some random dude’s body lol

AT LEAST THE DUDE WASN’T AN ASSHOLE THOUGH he was actually really nice to Diana at the end so there’s that

THE FUCKING MEN. THE AMOUNT OF CREEPY AS FUCK, CONTROLLING MISOGYNY ON THOSE GODDAMN SIDEWALKS. THATS RIGHT BARBARA, THE ONE TIME I LIKED YOU WAS WHEN YOU BEAT THAT FUCKER’S ASS. YEAH DIANA, SHOVE THAT BITCH TO THE CONCRETE. My mom was literally making comments about like “yeah most men in the 80s were like that” and I was like JESUS FUCK. i mean lots o bastards are like that today so. yeah. Become Wonder Woman and fucking POWER PUNCH THEM

my gender is lasso of truth

The fight scene graphics in this movie were just OFF. Like, for some reason it looked really cheesy, you know? Overuse of the lasso, perhaps? Or badly timed slow-mo? The world will never know

I love the fact that Diana speaks so many fucking languages like I like her a lot in general okay it was just THIS MOVIE

Okay I’m done being an absolute snob on main, have a nice day, watch the first Wonder Woman and feel happy or edgy or whatever emotions happen to be generated at the moment, YES EDGY IS AN EMOTION

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keelywolfe · 3 years ago

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FIC: Knick Knack Paddy Whack (BAON)

Summary: As far as Stretch is concerned, there's only one solution when you're addicted to thrift stores. Selling all the crap you bought so you can buy more!

Notes: Stepping outside of the main storyline for a moment, we'll get back to the aftermath we're all expecting in a moment. 😁

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Domestic Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Stretch was a bonafide thrift-a-holic, he honestly was, and he knew it. It was an important thing to know about yourself, really, because certain problems arose from bad case of oooh-shiny-itis.

Sure, one ceramic zombie hand thrusting up from the dresser to hold his rings and change was an awesome thing to behold, but an entire collection of zombie hands was a tough sell to the person you were living with, especially if that person was Edge. Not that he’d managed to find a collection of zombie hands and if he had, that thrift store would have been on the weekly check list, for sure. But the same premise applied to ‘zombie hand plus an entire horde of other bizarre ceramics surrounding it’.

Stretch wasn’t bitter about the limitations when it came to his collection, nah, he got it. There were certain things you couldn’t ask for from the person you love, and a house filled up with weird tchotchkes that looked like they belonged to the grandmother of the chainsaw massacre family was a step too far. Plus, asking Edge for more space would be unfair. He’d either agree because he didn’t want to tell Stretch no, or he’d say no and feel bad about it. Nah, the set of porcelain dragons playing instruments in a rock band he’d found wasn’t that important, not if it gave Edge a case of the guilts.

Problem was, Stretch really couldn’t resist sometimes. How was he supposed to turn away a wedding painting of Yoda and Kermit the frog? Or a coffee mug with a penguin orgy on it? He couldn’t, that’s how, but his allotted space was filling up in the house proper and soon he’d started to amass quite the collection in his lab, too. It was when the overflow expanded enough to start infringing on his erlenmeyer flasks that he decided he needed a new strategy. Science waited for no one and definitely not anything with the word ‘taxidermy’ included.

That’s when Stretch came up with the plan. Okay, it wasn’t a plan, exactly, more like a flash in the pants of brief inspiration, but hell, he’d been flying by on those his entire life, why stop now?

One of the places he frequented was an antique mall, which was a fancy way of saying one rung on the ladder above actual thrift store, except they rented stalls for people to sell their stuff, so maybe it was more like a glorified garage sale. People carted in their junk for other people to buy and the cashier up front handled all the transactions. Minimal time, minimal effort, that was exactly what he and his kitsch needed, so Stretch went ahead and rented a stall of his own.

The not-exactly-a-plan worked out pretty well. He could buy something at the thrift shop and proudly display it for a while around the house, and then when it came time to replace it with a new find, he’d add it to his stall and whatever money came from it, he donated to the local kid’s charity that the Antique Mall supported. That meant he got in his kicks and joy without looking like a prequel to a Hoarders episode and Edge only had to deal with the octopus tentacle ashtray for a few weeks.

Seriously, it was a win-win all the way around.

A few things did take up permanent residence, of course; he couldn’t give up his zombie hand. But so long as it wasn’t a clown, (clowns were disposed of by Edge immediately and with great prejudice), he was allowed things like his nested Matryoshka dolls of Nicolas Cages for a time.

About once a week he went down to add new things to his stall, mostly during the weekday hours when the buses were on the empty side and he could take up an extra seat with his box of additions. It wasn’t exactly a secret, Andy came along a few times to help, but he never really mentioned it to Edge. Not until today when Stretch realized he’d let things go a little too long and he had some extra boxes to haul down.

Better to take care of it while he was thinking about it, otherwise it tended to turn into an endless cycle of ‘oh, I should do that today’ and him forgetting, but aside from the extra lugging required, it was also Saturday and the bus would be loaded. Hitching a ride would be required, plus a little extra muscle, and his husband was his favorite source for both.

He found Edge in the kitchen, sitting at their temporary table with his laptop and yeah, it was Saturday, time to drag him away from whatever bullshit work he was doing. Stretch put on his best wheedling face and asked, “babe? can you give me a lift today?”

“Of course.” Edge didn’t look up, what a total waste of Stretch’s beguiling charms. His gloved fingertips were soft against the keyboard as he finished whatever he was typing before glancing up at Stretch, and maybe his schmoozing wasn’t entirely wasted; the way Edge closed the lid on his laptop spoke of a guilty conscious for working on his day off. “Where are we going?”

“downtown,” Stretch tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels. “i need to hit up my junk and disorderly shop.”

That got him a pause, “Your what?”

“heh, you’ll see.” Stretch curled a finger at Edge in a ‘come hither’ motion that his husband didn’t follow, only watched suspiciously. “c’mon, i need you to help me carry some stuff.”

“This ride is starting to sound less like transport and more like a chore.” But Edge followed him to the basement for the boxes, and, surprise surprise, his willingness to help went up a few notches from wary to eager when he figured out what Stretch was doing. Eh, couldn’t blame him. At the top of the pile was a plush frog with the top hat that played ‘hello my baby’ whenever you pushed on its foot, something Red did every single time he walked past it, plus anytime he’d felt like shortcutting in for a quick press. Time to let it damage the sanity of another family.

The boxes were tossed into the trunk of Edge’s car, frog and all, and soon they were on the road, heading downtown. Truth be told, Stretch wasn’t sure what Edge would make of the place. He tolerated thrift stores well enough, but the antique mall was a different kind of beast. An entire building of obscure collections cluttered together into eclectic displays that others were trying to barter and sell.

There were stalls filled with milk crates of old records, shelves and shelves of antique glassware and dishes. Some stalls had vintage clothing, feathery boas mixed in with disco pants and ruffled aprons. Old instruments, rusty farm equipment, strange kitchen gadgets that looked more dangerous than useful, this place had everything and then some.

Plus, the mall had a certain sort of smell, a musty, dusty scent verging on decay that settled into the sinuses and hung around for a while. Stretch thought it was the smell of a life well-lived and he kinda liked it; after years of thrifting, he associated it with finding treasures, but who knew if Edge felt the same. His tastes in smells (heh) ran more to clean and green, not old-timey funk. Could be it reminded him of shower mildew.

Whatever his opinion of the odors, Edge kept it to himself. He helped with the box carrying and checked out Stretch’s stall curiously but didn’t say much. Probably recognized the stuff on the shelves as having once been on a table or Stretch’s nightstand, until the glee wore off and it ended up gathering dust in the basement. He wandered off at some point, heading into the depths of the mall, and left Stretch to restock his meagre wares.

It took longer than he’d expected. Since he’d opened up his stall, not everything Stretch found thrifting found its way into the house proper anymore. Some of it he bought as a straight-to-video option and he was getting pretty good at finding interesting doodads at the thrifty places that might sell better here, location, location, location, that was the ticket.

Stretch always priced his junk reasonably, usually not much more than he’d paid for it. Wasn’t like he needed the money, and besides, Stretch knew himself pretty damn well, therapy did that to a guy. At the end of the day, he knew what this was really about; all an elaborate scheme to satisfy the inner packrat in his soul that struggled sometimes with giving things away.

Bartering had been built in him before he could say the word; in the Underground, he’d gotten damn good at getting deals for what he could scrounge at the dump. This was the same thing, really, just with slightly different stakes. Dinner wasn’t riding on his latest stash of dvds anymore, always a plus, and these days he could simply look at the empty shelves, content in the knowledge that his Smeagol cardboard cutout had found a new home.

Hey, therapy wasn’t the only way to work out a few kinks in your internal lines.

When the last box was emptied, Stretch wandered up to the front desk to give the lady who ran the front register his new inventory list. That was when he heard it.

There was an old piano up front with a sign on it that said, ‘Do not ‘play’ if you cannot play’. Most of the time it sat silently but someone up there was giving it a good try today. The notes were slower, with obvious hesitations as the player searched for the correct keys, but the song was one Stretch knew. Gently melancholy, a match to the cautious playing.

His curiosity piqued, Stretch wandered over to watch and he wasn’t entirely surprised to see Edge sitting on the piano bench, his attention on his hands as he slowly played. It was a tough choice between watching him play and simply listening to the song and Stretch found himself trying to do both. The uncertain skill in hands he knew so well as they coaxed the music free.

When the last note faded, a faint smattering of applause came from the different stalls around them. Stretch waited for it to end before sitting on the bench next to Edge.

Quietly, Stretch said, “i didn’t know you played.”

“I don’t,” Edge said. He smoothed a hand over the keys, not pressing down, simply touching them. “Not really. I can’t read music, but I know a song or two by rote. A friend of mine pushed me to memorize them.”

Welp, Stretch didn’t have to ask what friend, now did he. An old friend back in another world, and people weren’t replaceable even if they wore the same face. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to; Stretch understood in a way only a few people could, and he settled a hand on Edge’s leg, squeezing his knee gently.

“that was really good,” Stretch offered, “you have a good memory, babe.”

“Some of my memories are better than others,” Edge said. The words were more contemplative than sorrowful, and he didn’t look at Stretch, only touched the back of his hand briefly with his gloved fingertips. “You tend to feature in the best ones, love.”

He reached for the keys again and started to play. The song was more confident this time, bright and cheery, with only the occasional missed note. A handful of other people drifted over, some pausing to watch and some moving on, going about their day with a song to carry them along.

Stretch only tapped his toes and listened as Edge played, more than willing to let him go on until he was ready to stop. If Edge wanted to take a brief dive into the past, then the antique mall was a place for it, where memories and times past mingled with the present.

Besides, a new memory to take home was better than any knickknack.

-fin

Note: The first song Edge was playing was 'Clair de Lune' by Debussy and the second was 'The Entertainer' by Scott Joplin. In case you were wondering. 😁

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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itcamefromthetoybox · 3 years ago

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Uh Oh, It’s The Bad Guy!

Today’s Friday, which means it’s time for another thrilling toy review! Some readers might recall that a couple of weeks back, I did a review of the Baby Yoda toy that was released as part of the “Star Wars Retro Collection,” a line of figures done in the style of the original Star Wars figures from the 1970’s, only without the smell of pot clinging to them. Well, today, I thought it’d be fun to touch on another figure from that line, which was released for the hit Disney+ show, “The Mandalorian.” You know him, you love him, you hate him! Put your hands together for… MOFF GIDEON! (Insert sounds of cheering crowd here.)

When I did my review of Baby Yoda, I talked in detail about what the Retro Collection is, so I’m not gonna repeat myself. So let’s get into our character, and do note that there are some UNAVOIDABLE SPOILERS in this review, so if that bothers you, go watch “The Mandalorian” right now and we won’t have a problem. That being said, Moff Gideon is the big baddie of the series, a cunning planner and the leader of most of the Imperials we’ve seen in the show. The figure is 3.75 inches and, if you’re lucky enough to find him in stores, goes for about $10. He’s got two accessories and can hold them both in his hands. He comes with one gun and… dramatic pause… THE DARKSABER! If you’ve seen this show or “Star Wars: Rebels,” then you know what a huge deal that is! If you didn’t see either show, then the most basic way to think of it is a black lightsaber. For when the red lightsaber just wasn’t goth enough.

A black cloak over black armor. Boy howdy, was this fun to try to photograph.

So, there’s a few key details here that separate this figure from the majority of modern Star Wars toys, which makes sense, since this one was done with 1970’s-80’s styling. First, his face isn’t a perfect replica of the actor’s face like a lot of toys based off live action characters are. You can still tell who this is supposed to be, but don’t expect to buy a tiny Giancarlo Esposito. His body armor is fairly detailed, though, much like in the show, it’s mostly black with the occasional red and silver. Articulation’s very limited here, and is limited to the legs, arms, and neck. So far, I’m not really saying anything surprising.

Giancarlo Esposito: Here to utterly eff up the protagonists of all your favorite shows.

Of course, if you can see the pics in this review and Tumblr hasn’t worked its usual magic and lost or blocked them all, you might have noticed that Gideon’s wearing what seems to be a sleeveless black trench coat, like a cross between a hipster and a nerd desperately trying to look badass. That’s supposed to be his cape. See, in the 70’s, very few Star Wars toys had cloth capes or cloaks. A few did, like the adorable Jawa, but the majority, like Vader and Obi-Wan, had plastic coats like this. It’s a solid piece of plastic that can be removed with effort, and it does not flow in the wind.

From behind, he looks like a solid black statue. Not really intimidating.

Let’s talk about his accessories a bit. His blaster is solid black and looks like Han Solo’s gun. There is no way to store it if you don’t want Gideon holding it, so either set it aside or always have him ready for a shoot-out. The same is true for the Darksaber. No way to store it outside of Gideon holding it, so I guess he’s just always gonna be up for a fight. For a lot of early Star Wars toys, their lightsabers were part of their arms and could telescope into their arms, making it look like the lightsaber was turned off and keeping kids from losing the damn things and needing to buy a whole new Luke Skywalker every time they misplaced his iconic accessory. When the toys for “Empire Strikes Back” came out, though, the free ride was over and the sword was a separate, easy to lose piece, and that is how Gideon’s Darksaber works. To help it stand out against his black outfit, the Darksaber is also not black, and is instead gunmetal grey. At first, I thought it was translucent, but it looks like that’s just how the grey plastic looks and is my eyes playing tricks on me. Lo, for I am a fool!

Toy swords and guns: previously seen on the social media accounts of every edgy white boy trying to be cool by acting like his favorite anime villain.

Gideon’s able to hold both his accessories at once, and ideally it won’t matter which hand holds which item. For my figure, though, his gun only stays in his right hand and his Darksaber in his left. I tried switching it up, and he dropped them faster then a drunk straight boy drops his digits at a bar. But even then, Gideon doesn’t really want to hold his gun, and it is usually one inattentive touch away from falling. So you have a small, black accessories that falls off the toy easily. Give it a week before you’ve lost it forever.

How Hot Topic didn’t jump on this dude’s design, I’ll never know.

Gideon is a decent toy aimed at collectors, though the devotion to replicating the style of the original toys means he can be given to kids. The box says he’s for ages 4 and up, so just make sure whoever has access to him is past the point of putting things in their mouths. Ideally, you can find him at retail stores, but I never have and ended up ordering him online. If you like retro figures, he’s a great fit for your Star Wars collection, though, maybe keep a little plastic baggie around to store the accessories.

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fandumbstuff · 4 years ago

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The Star Wars Saga, ranked best to worst.

1. The Empire Strikes Back Directed by Irvin Kershner

Upon close consideration, I’ve come to the shocking conclusion that Empire is the best Star Wars film. There’s a wealth of world-building and character development here that in many ways makes Star Wars the living breathing universe it is now. A richly complex melodrama lies at the heart of Empire, giving a whole new meaning to the term “space opera”. The performances here are some of the strongest in the entire franchise. Mark Hamill not only fleshes out Luke’s character, but in his training with Yoda and his duel with Vader he establishes the profound nature of the force, and how every future character interacts with it. As Han and Leia, Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher create authenticity to their characters’ relationship. Often misinterpreted as playfully hostile or sassy, there’s a real and endearing sense of affection between them, particularly in the infamous “I love you”/”I know” line- shedding their previously petty flirtation and affirming their true feelings. The emotional crux of Empire lies not in the most memorable twist, but in the moments immediately following it - In Luke and Leia reaching out to each other, reconnecting a relationship that was lost, rekindling hope in the force after we thought it was lost.

2. A New Hope Directed by George Lucas

I’ll be the first in line to make fun of dorky George Lucas and his woeful attempts at writing dialogue or romance. However, it’s pretty damn impossible to ignore what he achieved with Star Wars in 1977. The sheer audacity of his vision and his determination in executing it despite the naysaying from producers and supposed friends. Lucas had the bold idea of using cinema for it’s absolute worth- more than just a storytelling medium but a theatrical one. A cacaphony of sight and sound that could draw mass audiences and create a lasting impression. It’s a formula that every Hollywood and Bollywood blockbuster strives and more often than not fails to follow. It’s hard to dissociate A New Hope from the cultural phenomenon it helped create, but when you do, it stands as an impressive film on it’s own. Groundbreaking in terms of it’s visual effects and nostalgic in the simplicity of it’s sci-fi serial story, Star Wars ticked all the right boxes for so many people. If I was to boil Star Wars down to an essence, i think it lies in 2 scenes: Luke looking out at the binary sunset on Tattooine, and Han Solo yahooing after the Falcon saves Luke in the Death Star trenches. Those two scenes, Wistfulness and Exuberance, are the two sides of one concept- Adventure. Star Wars ignited those emotions in every child’s imagination, and it’s a flame that’s likely to never go out.

3. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story Directed by Gareth Evans

Hard to believe this is a Disney movie. While the house of mouse may have a reputation for emotional gut punches in kids movies, it’s never felt quite so... permanent. Rogue One is an unrelenting emotional journey barelling towards surefire tragedy. We spend moments with characters that seem to be carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The sense of desperation that permeates the movie almost overpowers any sense of heroism. It’s so unlike anything we’ve seen in a Star Wars movie. Their courage comes from a place that is wholly genuine and believable. We see the rebellion for the despondent group that they are. Sorely outnumbered by the Empire, their actions in this movie show a reckless, darker side to them and makes the morality of Star Wars so much more complex. The first time we meet Cassian Andor- the stand out performace of the film by Diego Luna- we see him kill another rebel to protect their secrets. It’s a movie that reframes the original Star Wars trilogy, making it a richer, complex universe and more intriguing as a result. Also, the last five minutes might be the best five minutes in any Star Wars movie.

4. Return of the Jedi Directed by Richard Marquand

The one sore spot in the original trilogy for me are the Ewoks. I realise it's ridiculous for me to complain about kid-friendly creatures in a kid's movie, but Star Wars has done this a lot more tolerably in the form of Porgs and Baby Yoda. Just something about these furry, Tibetan speaking monsters who somehow have the wherewithal to defeat an elite and well equipped empire rubs me the long way. Anyway, other than that, the movie's pretty fantastic. The culmination of Luke's journey comes to a head in an extremely emotional and effective climax. John Williams score crescendos to operatic heights and Mark Hamill's stellar performance sells Luke’s torment. It’s also worth noting that in those final moments of moral dilemma, Darth Vader is silent- it’s David Prowse’s performance entirely that sells this. His incredible presence throughout the trilogy builds to this moment and you can feel the weight of it in those closeups on Vader. Every other cast member rounds the story out perfectly- from Lando and Han’s playful rapport to Leia’s more militaristic side in planning the rebellions final moves. I still bemoan the fact that they changed the final song- an opinion that I’m apparently a minority on- but it’s a pretty incredible ending altogether and wonderfully cathartic to watch over and over again.

5. The Last Jedi Directed by Rian Johnson

With Last Jedi, Rian Johnson analyzed the universe Star Wars inhabits, and what drives it’s characters. The characters that we love are pushed to their limits, struggle against insurmountable odds and their own innate flaws. And we see all of them fail in turn. It is remarkably bleak, but not without purpose. It is out of this failure that the Resistance needs to recoup and come back stronger. The performances here, are arguably the best you’ll find in the entire franchise. Daisy Ridley has to break down Rey’s naivete and find a deeper sense of self actualization. Adam Driver hands in some of his best work, by swerving the audience into believing Kylo Ren and then creating a desperate plea in THAT throne room scene, and eventually turning him into a snivelling villain, all in the same movie. Mark Hamill’s performance here is heartbreaking- revealing the bleakest version of Luke, and struggling to find his redemption. Last Jedi is a bold deconstuction of these characters, of what they stand for, and what makes Star Wars beautiful.

6. The Force Awakens Directed by J. J. Abrams

In many ways, a safe movie to announce the return of Star Wars. But it’s hard to fault this. Disney’s decision making was shrewd here, bringing on J. J. Abrams to pay homage to George Lucas’ original vision, returning the franchise to it’s roots of practical effects and shooting on film. There was something truly special about experiencing this film in theatres, so much so that I did it eleven times. It captured a sense of wonder for fans new and old- hearing the scream of Tie Fighters, John Williams herald the return of the Millenium Falcon, and the look of awe on Rey’s face as she clutches her destiny in her hand. I’ll be honest, the film loses some of this magic without the shared experience of an audience, and it’s flaws are more noticeable. But being swept up in the excitement of adventure felt so darn good in 2015, and that’s so key to this franchise.

7. Revenge of the Sith Directed by George Lucas

This movie has risen so much in my opinion, entirely due to the animated Clone Wars series. Revenge of the Sith depicts the overwhelming tragedy that frames the original Star Wars. Watching Clone Wars explains explicitly what makes this film so tragic. But it’s more than that- it’s a catastrophic failure on behalf of the Jedi Order. Ignorance and pride allow evil to fester and grow. George Lucas took the simplicity of the moral struggle he established in 1977 and tried to give it depth and complexity with the prequels, and it pays off in Revenge of the Sith. It leads into the original trilogy quite brilliantly, with a promise of hope and resilience.

8. The Phantom Menace Directed by George Lucas

It has not aged well. While the advent of CGI I’m sure felt exciting at the time, and you almost can’t fault George Lucas for his insistence on staying at the forefront of VFX innovation as he has always done, it’s his reliance on so much of it that fails horribly. Like a kid in a candy store, Lucas stuffs the pockets of this film with so many bizarre effects for absolutely no reason. That sea monster scene is one of the worst displays I’ve ever seen and it’s absurd that it sits in a Star Wars film. Add to that the boring political plotline and ridiculous midichlorian dilemma and there’s very little redemptive about this film. However, it does have podracing, and Duel of the Fates, and it’s remarkable how much that salves the wound.

9. The Rise of Skywalker Directed by J. J. Abrams

Alright, well obviously this film has been problematic. However, I’m not about to bemoan the idea that Disney has ruined Star Wars and I have nothing left to live for. So let’s all just calm down. Ultimately J. J. Abrams was faced with the impossible task of wrapping up the Skywalker saga, with very few Skywalkers to work with. I firmly believe this would have been a very different film if Carrie Fisher was around to complete her performance. But left with nothing but the new cast, Abrams is caught between summing up the past while also looking to the future. It forces an awkward plotline with Palpatine- despite Ian McDiarmid's solid performance, the writing here seems wildly derivative of the franchise. There are some truly beautiful scenes, most notably the chemistry that Adam Driver gets to share with Harrison Ford, and Joonas Suotamo’s critically emotional outburst as Chewbacca. Some of the production design and score is so entirely different from the rest of the franchise it's inherently intriguing. But there’s very little here to save some of the poorer choices the film makes: the open plot hole with Finn, the derailing of Rey’s character development, and most crucially, the deeply perturbing culmination of Rey and Kylo’s relationship. The audience literally went “ew”.

10. Solo: A Star Wars Story Directed by Ron Howard

The biggest problem with Solo is that it operates under the presumption that people will be enamoured and invested in it. Not just in one movie, but in an entire series of movies. Solo clearly operates as a setup for further sequels. As a result, many plot lines remain unresolved, and Qi’ra winds up being a completely under-baked character. Her motivations make no sense, and a twist ending that I assume was supposed to be exciting is instead downright confusing. There’s a lot of unnecessary exposition into Han’s past too. As an origin story, I don’t need to know every aspect of Han’s past- especially not cute winks at inane things like “Why’s he called Solo?”. All this being said, The movie features some solid performances- Donald Glover is expectedly phenomenal as Lando, and Alden Ehrenreich excels as Solo, adding some welcome flavour to the character- particularly his friendship with Chewbacca, and a brilliantly executed final scene between him and Woody Harrelson’s Beckett.

11. Attack of the Clones Directed by George Lucas

How in the world this film made it all the way to production and into filming, with no one pulling Lucas aside and saying “Hey George, those kids have no chemistry” is beyond me. And I’m not going to blame Hayden Christensen or Natalie Portman on this one, because the whole damn love story makes no sense. Maybe falling for a dude who admits he murdered women and children isn’t such a great idea? Then there’s the increasingly convoluted political climate set up in Phantom Menace, and the machinations of the dark side that would take the entire Clone Wars series to fully explain. All this being said, Temuera Morrison, Samuel L. Jackson, Ewan MacGregor AND Christopher Lee are all in this movie. And they’re pretty damn fantastic.

12. The Clone Wars Directed by Dave Filoni

It’s inexplicable that Dave Filoni would go on to have a hand in some of the best Star Wars content ever made in Clone Wars, Rebels and the Mandalorian. And yet he got his start in the franchise by putting up this piece of junk. And junk is being a little generous. The humour is so juvenile it’s insulting to even the youngest of audiences it’s intended for. The plotline feels way to thin to warrant a feature film, and if this was in fact intended as a pilot for the TV series, they sure picked to most uninteresting story to pique our interest. Skip the movie, watch the show.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Hi! Here for the request I was talking about!

So a mista x reader, where him and the reader see each other again after 3/4 months of not seeing each other, bc of work obligations :)

Ps: thank you so much for being always so kind! :)

Been A While - Mista

notes: hi love <3 i seriously love this idea with my whole soul because AHHHHHHH like the ideas that came to mind when i saw this ask for the first time! literally obsessed. thank you for the lovely words and thank you for always being kind to me and sending in requests it means a lot <333

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You sat at your desk with you head in your hands. Work was tiring, college was tiring, jesus, life was tiring. You sighed and stared out of your window. It was way too late for your liking, but there was really nothing you could do about it. So you just worked with a plate of cold food next to you.

And then you panicked.

You heard your door downstairs open and your heart was pounding. It was way too late for this shit and you were about to screw somebody up. Whoever broke into your house was about to regret it.

You grabbed the nearest painful item you owned, which so happened to be a textbook and you walked downstairs as quietly as you could. You needed to be on the downlow just in case of anything. You heard the sound of keys and what seemed like someone taking off their shoes.

Probably some lost drunk, you thought, clutching your textbook.

You finally made it all the way down the stairs and gasped, dropping your textbook.

"Mista?!" You threw yourself into his arms and he giggled, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Hey baby." He smiled into the crook of your neck and took a big breath. "You smell good."

You held him close, never wanting to let go. "Guido, why didn't you tell me you were on your way home?"

"My phone died," he admitted, pulling back from the hug and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes went to your makeshift weapon.

"It's fine. I quite liked the surprise. Plus, it finally got me off my ass."

"Still working?" He frowned.

You nodded and grabbed both of his hands. "I'm so glad you're home, love." You pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

"Sorry I was gone so long. I hate having to be away for months at a time."

"Well, you're home now, and I expect you to be here forever."

He giggled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Not forever. But I'm hoping to be here longer than I was gone."

"Good." You smiled. "Then I'll take a small break from work too."

Mista picked you up bridal style and pressed a few kisses all over your nose, making you burst out into laughter. "Let's get you to bed, lovely."

~~~~~

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fandom-blackhole · 4 years ago

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Now that I have time and some motivation let's get down to business.

Paz also has tattoos for you,

One of your name in mando'a,

Second of the star constellation that you spotted on your trip, we love our wiccan king,

He'd 10000% be the guy to get his child's birth date tattooed,

Paz posting his precious doggo on instagram?,

Oh or Paz starting a culinary YouTube channel???,

And also showing his of the grid lifestyle?,

showing his animal rescue and promoting adoptions!,

He is buffy, handsome, funny, loves children and animals, dresses good and is the best chef, so there are many fanboys and fangirls in his comments thirsting over him,

When the comments asking if he is single get too overwhelming, he asks you to tune in for some vlogs,

You'd definitely film a mukbang video!!,

And also these crazy spicy noodle challenges,

Boba accidentally disliking all of Paz' videos?? (we are still onto tech-grandpa Boba? 😂),

You have to make sure that he doesn't post any pictures done by his hand,

He'd retweet funny clips of cats and cute pictures from Jango Investigation company's official profile,

Also him leaving embarrassing comments on your profile?

Or not knowing that there is function to dm you on instagram,

So he comments on your recent holiday trip picture ''you looked good in this swimsuit princess, shame on me I tore it apart'' or ''looking tempting babygirl, be ready, sir will be home soon'',

Din doesn't really care for sm?,

Like he used to be a casual user,

But one day people were flooding his comments and dms, spamming him with @pascalisapunk,

He noticed that you were watching youtube kids with Grogu,

(oh now I hope you will know what is going on) Grogu really likes watching cocomelon,

So Din tricked him to watching PewDiePie instead,

You don't like it tho, thinking these videos are too edgy and stupid for both of them,

''Din you've watched too many of these videos and you became a brain-rotten himbo I don't want the same to happen to our son!'',

Din and Grogu playing Minecraft together? 🥺,

Also Paz has the best town in Animal crossing for sure!,

Surprise, surprise Boba actually likes and knows how to(!!!) play Mafia game (well it's from 2002 so maybe that's why lol),

But he is the king of board games,

Especially Monopoly!!!

Also not to mention cars games,

He made you play strip poker with him 😳,

Paz and you doing a baby shower at his restaurant!!,

Imagine big daddy bear Paz with a little babygirl 😍😍😍, (Bummer that we don't have an official name for the Armorer, could be honored by Paz naming his baby after her 😭),

Grogu telling his friends at school that his daddy is also an actor lol,

Few days later bunch of 5 year olds are asking him if this is the way to the restroom, if he can bring in some hot chocolate, and doing the baby yoda batuu sound at him lol,

Poor Din, but he secretly loves it, he just loves children,

So imagine his combustion when you tell him that you are having a little Djarin 😍,

Paz helping with babyshower??,

And Boba is totally on buying you a new, bigger apartment as a gift lol,

''What, Djarin? Can't have my little nephew and favorite sister-in-law who is pregnant living in your excuse of an apartament'' lol Boba has no chill,

Grogu gets addicted to bubble tea,

And it isn't because of your introduction, you knew better not to let him drink too often,

But everyday, after coming back from the kindergarten Din and Grogu would stop by your favorite bubble tea shop,

Grogu totally wants a little brother!,

And Din is thinking about a little babygirl or better, why not both, or even better two little boys and a little girl and Grogu being their big bro 😍,

You better be ready for some intensive wrestling sessions,

You and Din have no idea why, but lately, he seems to cum A LOT MORE,

When Boba carries out the tradition you are pregnant,

Pregnant with twin boys,

And the look identical, like they were literally cloned 😉,

Boba wouldn't throw a huge babyshower,

He is too afraid after the incident involving you and the rival syndicate,

Actually Boba decided that you should move from the downtown, to live in a more low-key area,

So you are now living in a palace 😉 in the suburbs

Boba gets you a private driver and a bodyguard,

But most of the time he tries to drive you to work since you both have offices in the downtown area,

Your daily commute can get really pleasurable for both of you 😳,

Boba has his own shooting range lol, king of extra right?

One day when you were babysitting Grogu at your place you found out that Boba was teaching the kid about shooting,

You were furious,

''C'mon princess, haven't I told you about me and my father? He showed me how to use a gun when I was even younger than Grogu'',

Srsly, this man,

Giving him a death glare you take Grogu and treat him for some bubble tea

-🐣

Oh yeeesss let's get to business....

Paz's tattoos 😭😭😭 so cute (kind of reminds me of my dad, he has all of our names)

Paz totally has an Instagram dedicated to Ad'ika

Paz being thirsted after on his YouTube is so cute

But his followers also really ship the two of you, because you both are just couple goals

Paz makes you the cutest anniversary video and posts it to his YouTube

Paz is a total gamer, he absolutely loves Animal Crossing and he makes a whole section of his town dedicated to you

Paz throws the absolute cutest baby shower and anyone and everyone is invited

You both decide to wait until after the baby is born to find out the gender, and Paz has a raffle going on at the restaurant where people can guess the gender

Armorer = Amira? Amara? Andromeda??

He makes you both cute matching sweaters for your characters

Paz is the one that introduced Grogu to minecraft

Boba cause so much havoc on social media

He totally is leaving thirst comments under your pictures on Instagram not realizing everyone else can see them too

You have a Instagram set up for Fennec too because she is just so photogenic, at least when you take the pictures

I think Boba is actually pretty proficient at using Twitter, and its more or less because he uses it to stalk people 9/10

You have a tumblr where you tease and make fun of Boba, mostly posting quotes or the silly pictures that Boba takes

Boba totally dominates at any board game, but especially Monopoly

That game of strip poker did not last long at all, and you think Boba quite literally was hiding aces up his sleeves

Boba makes sure you are always thoroughly satisfied before he drops you off at work every morning

When Boba finds out you're pregnant he celebrates, and its huge

He starts going all out buying anything and everything he can/wants

When he finds out its twin boys he is over the moon

Names for the boys, Jango and Jaster? Rex and Cody??

Boba totally buys some big house outside of town, that has anything and everything you could ever ask for

It also has a panic room and state of the art safety because Boba isn't taking chances with you or the boys

Also, bringing the babysitting saga to the modern au 😭😭

You walk in on Boba handing Grogu a gun and you flip out, yelling at him

He just shrugs and you take Grogu away and say that your kids WILL N O T learn how to do any of that stuff until they are atleast teenagers

Boba pouts because you ruined his and Grogu's bonding time

When Din comes to pick up Grogu, Grogu looks him in the eye and says "cocksucker"

Din has a heart attack and Boba laughs as you yell at him asking where he heard that

Grogu says that he heard uncle Boba say it while on the phone

Din tries to follow Paz’s recipes from his YouTube, and it always turns out badly and you have to come in and save it

Din totally loves Pewdiepie's humor

Din gets frustrated with social media and ends up just making an empty account so he can follow you and watch videos, but after the whole Pedro Pascal disaster he never posts anything

Grogu and you are his profile picture though

When Grogu goes around telling the kids at school he is the mandalorian he just sighs

And when all of the kids start quoting the show, he just starts quoting them back so they will stop bothering him

When Din announced the pregnancy Paz got so excited to have another nephew/niece

Paz lets Din hold the baby shower at the restaurant and he makes all of the food, including little gender reveal cake pops

Paz gifts the two of you a photo album at has pictures of the two of you and grogu, but it is still half empty so you can add more memories of your expanding family

Boba just hands Din house keys a day says the place is paid off and he's covering the bills for the first year (he also had a nice play set built in the backyard for Grogu)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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Thinking Out Loud, Chapter 9 (Ethan X MC AU)

Description: Ethan and MC are two single parents coping with loss. Their daughters see their chemistry.

Preview: Ethan shook his head in wonder. “I’ve never seen anyone this enthusiastic about going costume shopping.”

“Are you trying to say that taking three kids under the age of six Halloween shopping isn’t how you want to spend your Saturday?”

Ethan grinned. “I might be able to survive it, given the company I’m in.

https://rookie-ramsey.tumblr.com/post/630062667441258496/thinking-out-loud-chapter-8-ethan-x-mc-au (previous chapter)

The following day, Olivia found herself in her apartment, explaining the events of the previous night to the police.

“My ex-husband used a lockpick to break into my apartment. He got my address by calling my cell phone provider.”

The officer nodded, writing something in his notebook. “Did he steal anything?”

Olivia shook her head. “No. He wasn’t here to rob us. He was here to try to convince me to come back to him.”

“Was he violent?”

“Somewhat. He grabbed my arm and pinned it to the table.�� Olivia rolled up her sleeve, exposing the bruise that had formed.

“Did you retaliate?”

She nodded. “Well, yeah. I had to get him off of me. I did slap him, and he let go of me. He was getting angrier and probably would have become more aggressive if our daughter hadn’t walked into the room.”

“Did your daughter witness anything in particular?”

“She only saw us arguing. We stopped when she walked in. The point should be that Ryan knew that children… his children… were in the apartment and he chose to behave the way he did.”

The officer made another note. “What did you do when he left?”

“We went to my boyfriend’s apartment. Ryan had broken the lock, and I didn’t trust him not to come back. I felt that the safest option was to leave for the night.”

She watched as the office finished taking notes, then pocketed his notebook. “We’ll see what we can do. I’d apply for a restraining order. If we can track him down, we can book him for breaking and entering.”

Olivia frowned. “That’s it? What about physical assault? Child endangerment? Surely there’s something else he can be charged with. This isn’t new behavior for him.”

“Well, the fact that you physically retaliated makes it harder to justify an assault charge, especially since all he did was grab your arm instead of hitting you. Did he threaten your kids?”

Her frown deepened. “No. But he’s the one who started the altercation. I had every right to defend myself. Was I supposed to let him cause real harm to me?”

“That’s not what-”

“Then what is it? Am I supposed to let the situation get to the point that my safety, my kids’ safety… is at risk? What happens when he shows up again, more hostile than last night? Should I let him hit me, since ‘all he did was grab my arm’ last night, as you put it? And then make it known that when I reported the first incident, it was brushed off as nothing?”

“No!”

“Well, then I suggest you don’t try to tell me I was in the wrong. My kids and I will be staying with my boyfriend until Ryan is in custody.”

She finished giving her statement, then sighed when the officer left. She couldn’t help but feel as if she had just wasted an hour of her time, taking the morning off work for nothing. Grabbing her car keys, she left the house, double-checking the newly-installed lock.

After making a food run, she drove to Edenbrook, where she found Ethan on his lunch break. “I brought something edible,” she announced, setting a takeout container on his desk.

“How did it go this morning?”

She sighed, opening her takeout container. “It felt like a waste of time. The cop said they’d try to track Ryan down and arrest him, but the charges against him aren’t going to keep him in jail. The only way he’s likely to face any real charges is if he violates the restraining order once it’s in place.”

Ethan frowned. “When is the order effective?”

“The temporary one will be in effect within 24 hours. They’ll set a court date to try to establish a real one.” Olivia huffed and ran her fingers through her hair. “But there’s nothing I can do right now. I’m ready to focus on something else.”

“Like what?”

“Work… or the fact that Halloween is next week. Both things are extremely important.”

“I always take Leah trick or treating around my neighborhood. Jacey and Liam would probably enjoy it, too.”

Olivia smiled, relieved to have something else to discuss. “They would. I humbly accept your invitation.”

XXXXXX

Halloween gave Olivia the distraction she needed. For now, the restraining order was in place, and she had yet to hear from or see anything of Ryan. She planned on keeping it that way.

Halloween easily ranked as her favorite holiday, and having kids only made it more exciting when she got to help them pick out costumes, buy entirely too much candy, and take them trick or treating.

Ethan shook his head in wonder. “I’ve never seen anyone this enthusiastic about going costume shopping.”

“Are you trying to say that taking three kids under the age of six Halloween shopping isn’t how you want to spend your Saturday?”

Ethan grinned. “I might be able to survive it, given the company I’m in.”

“How sweet.” Olivia picked up Liam as they waited for the girls to emerge from Jacey’s room. “Halloween is fun when you have kids to parade around in cute costumes.”

When the girls joined them in the living room, they walked outside to Ethan’s car. A fifteen minute drive found them in Target, where they set course for the Halloween aisle. In the baby seat of the shopping cart, Liam entertained himself with a plastic pumpkin while the girls began browsing the costumes.

“I was thinking that after this, we could get some lunch. Shopping always seems to work up an appetite.”

Ethan nodded, watching as the girls gathered armloads of costumes. Leah held up a disturbingly gory clown one that Ethan felt did not belong in existence, let alone the children’s section. “Daddy, look!”

“Absolutely not.”

Giggling, Leah returned it to the rack.

Jacey grabbed a tiny costume and held it up. “Look, Mommy! It’s Baby Yoda! Liam can wear it!”

“I think that’s perfect for Liam.” Olivia took it from her and added it to the cart.

After several rounds of debating between costumes, the girls finally selected theirs, choosing pirate costumes. Despite having entered the store with the intention of only buying costumes, they managed to fill the cart with candy and decorations as well.

A week later, Olivia settled Liam in his stroller, gently stopping him from chewing on the ear of his costume. “Ready to trick or treat so Mommy can eat the candy you’re too little to eat?”

Liam blew a raspberry. “Candy!”

“That’s right. Mommy’s gonna ‘inspect’ the candy and make sure everything that doesn’t pass inspection goes in the ‘trash’ right away.”

A few moments later, the girls bounded into the room, dressed in their pirate costumes. Olivia grinned.

“How cute.”

“Nuh uh!” Jacey shook her head and brandished her plastic sword. “We’re the scariest pirates in the world!”

“Yeah!” Leah held out her sword as well. “You’re gonna walk the plank, Daddy!”

“Why me?”

“Cause I said so!”

“How can I argue with that level of authority?”

“You can’t!” Leah grabbed his hand as they left his apartment. It was an unusually warm night for a Boston October, making the girls even more excited as they led the way down the sidewalk, walking a few feet ahead of their parents.

Olivia lowered her voice. “The court date is next week. They’ll be finalizing the restraining order, assuming Ryan doesn’t win his attempt to repeal it, and possibly pressing charges. It may not happen, but for some reason, I don’t feel too worried about it.”

Ethan slipped his hand into hers and squeezed. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Are you sure? It’s during work hours.”

“I’m sure.” Ethan nodded.

“In that case, I’d appreciate that.”

“Then I’ll be there.”

Next Chapter

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#open heart #choices #choices: open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc

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