#danny ramirez gif set

[ex0rin]

DANNY RAMIREZ as MANNY ALVAREZ The Last of Us | S02E02

[doodles-bi-tea]

lewis pullman. how I adore you. (a gif set.)

Sources (in order):

Lefty/Righty (2019)

Craig’s Pathetic Freakout (2018)

Where You Are (2016)

Holy Roller - Double Feature, MAESA & Kyle McNeill

Vanity Fair - November 2021 Issue

The Voice In Your Head (2020)

A video I think Monica (Barbaro) posted from behind-the-scenes of Top Gun: Maverick (2022) - featuring her, Lewis, and Danny Ramirez

Guzzle Buddies (2024)

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Light On

summary: when you reach out to joaquin waving the white flag, you realize how broken he's been.

pairing: touch starved!joaquin torres x ex!f!reader

contents: exes to lovers, food and alcohol mention, angst, canon typical trauma/trauma responses, get back together fic, kissing

wc: 1,988

an: i combined my idea for touched starved!joaquin with this request about yearning. sorry it took so long anon and i hope you like it <3

danny ramirez characters masterlist

He’s late to the housewarming. Not by much, but enough that he has to squeeze through a half-shut gate and slip past a crowd already buzzing with drinks and music. His shoulders still feel tight from the last mission—three cities, too many close calls, and not enough sleep. He almost didn’t come.

But when he saw your name at the top of the invite sent only to him, group chat, no passive-aggressive message he could say no to you. 

It read simple and gave him a glimmer of hope:

I hope you can come. it’s not a trap. peace offering. 

He doesn’t deserve the invite or your kindness, not after how he’d withdrawn so abruptly 8 months ago. He thought ending things before he could truly disappoint you or worse— scare you with one of his missions was the right thing to do. But now he can’t convince himself that this invite isn’t some sort of chance to at least make things right. Better.

Inside, the lights are warm, soft, glowing off glasses and muted green walls. There’s someone laughing in the kitchen, someone singing too loud on the patio. He catches a glimpse of you through the open door—perched on the porch bench, the setting sun’s rays on your cheeks, telling a story with your hands. 

Joaquin’s heart stutters.

 Just the sight of you makes him feel like it’s been an eternity. He hadn’t forgotten how beautiful you are but clearly he had let the weight of it slip away to protect himself. 

You look up, like you feel him before you even see him. And when your eyes meet, something in his chest aches. That’s all it takes for everything he’s been trying to outrun to come flooding back. 

How safe and understood he felt when the two of you did nothing but lay under the clouds. How warm his heart got at the sound of your laughter. How easy it was until he got into his head about being right for you. 

You smile at him. 

It’s not the same smile as before, but it’s not cold either. Cautious and familiar, but no less warm. Because you’re happy to see Joaquin, but now in the face of him you’re afraid everything you’ve worked for will come crumbling down. 

“Hey,” you say softly, walking inside from the deck toward him with a drink in hand. Your voice is light but not performative as you try to play it cool. “Llegaste.”

He nods. “Yeah. I couldn’t—yeah.”

You don’t hesitate. You step right up to him and wrap up your arms around his middle. It’s causal, natural and despite your past, you don’t even think about the possible impacts. 

The simplicity of it all hits him like a wave.

He stiffens for just a second, like he wasn’t expecting it. Like he’s forgotten what it feels like to be touched gently, without purpose or urgency. Or violence. Then his arms come up slowly, almost uncertainly, and he lets himself hold you—just enough so that it’s not awkward. Not enough for everything he wants.

One of your hands slides up his back once, rubbing tenderly. It’s a tiny gesture but he swears he could cry.

“Estas bien?” you ask, pulling back just enough to look at him.

He nods again, softer this time. “Ahora sí.”

You try not to show that his words affect you, simply giving him the best smile you can before untangling yourself from him. Gesturing for him to follow you, you make your way into the kitchen fishing out a beer and handing it to him. “Here.”

He takes it, fingers brushing yours, and his grip tightens on the bottle like it’s an anchor. “Thanks.”

Later, after a few brief hellos and introductions, you sit beside each other on the porch. He’s barely touched his beer but neither of you have noticed. 

There’s easy conversation on your part, starting with how you found the house and decided it was the one you wanted. You tell him about the chaos in the kitchen earlier tonight, a spilled pitcher of sangria. About the neighbor who brought way too many folding chairs.

He barely says anything, he simply listens. Listens like he’s afraid he’ll miss something if he blinks, like he’ll wake up from a dream. 

He watches the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. The way your knee bounces when you’re excited. The way you don’t flinch being this close to him, how you lean closer. You aren’t afraid to touch him, a nudge of shoulders here, a brush of his knee there when you say something funny.

 It seems like it comes easy to you and god, has he  missed this.

“I miss this,” he says quietly, gaze fixed on the beer bottle in his hands. Then, after a breath: “I miss… you.”

There’s several beats of silence. He doesn’t have the heart to look up at you, to see the surprise on your face.

You look at him, cheeks warm, stomach twisting with anticipation. You hadn’t expected him to say something like that when he was the one that ended things the way he did. 

When you speak again your voice is quiet but firm. “Not here.”

Even then, you touch his knee—just a brush of your fingers—but it feels like a jolt. He follows you without thinking.

You lead him down the back steps, past string lights and potted herbs, to the edge of the backyard. There’s a small pond there, still and starting to glow under the emerging moon. 

You’re a ways away from everyone else. It feels like you're a world away, a veil falling between you and Joaquin and the world. Everything else is muffled, distorted. It’s just the two of you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes guarded. “I miss you too,” you say. “I never stopped wanting this. You were the one that…”

His chest tightens, but before he can reach for you, you add—gentle, but unwavering:

“But, I’m not doing that again. I’m not getting close just to watch you disappear when things get hard. If you want me—really want me—then you have to stay. You have to try.”

He swallows hard, the words sitting heavy between you.

You can see, nearly hear the gears turning in his head. There’s conflict, something soft and something so scared in his eyes as he lets your words sink in. You step forward then, and when your arms wrap around his shoulders, he goes completely still. There’s a breath he doesn’t take. A flicker of disbelief in his eyes. Like your touch might vanish if he moves too fast.

This time you notice.

“Què te pasa? Hmm, baby bird?” You ask tenderly and it breaks something open in him. 

Slowly, shakily, he lets go of the tension. He leans in—into you—and his arms finally wrap around your waist. His hold isn’t tight, but you can feel the starved urgency in his fingertips. 

His face presses into your shoulder, and the sound he makes is quiet, but wrecked. A broken exhale like it’s the first breath he’s taken in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking. “I thought I was doing right by you. Letting you go. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You hold him tighter, and his grip flinches like he’s not used to being held back.

“I know,” you say softly, your hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He shudders under your touch and your heart squeezes again. “I know, baby,” you assure him gently.

You brush your lips against his temple, and he tenses just slightly at the contact—like it overwhelms him. His breath hitches, grip tightening around your hips like he’s afraid to let go now that he’s here in your arms.

“Next time,” you murmur, fingers sliding further into his hair, “you just talk to me.”

He nods into you, arms wrapping so tight around you, holding on like this might all slip away.

You stay like that for a while. Wrapped up in each other, warm and quiet. Until the party noise fades into background hum and there’s only moonlight and the hush of the pond.

Eventually, you both sit in the grass, your shoulders brushing. He finally starts to talk to you, to tell you everything he’s endured. Why he pulled away and what plagues him now; months apart and they’re still the same thing.  

He talked about the missions. The pressure. The exhaustion.

About how he didn’t know the full effect of what it was doing to him until he stepped back into your orbit and felt seen again.

Your fingers drift over his hand as he speaks. When he falters, you gently trace one of the faint scars on his knuckles. He goes completely still at the contact—like even that touch is more kindness than he’s used to.

“You have to take better care of yourself,” you say with a half-smile, nudging him gently. “Or I’m calling Sam.”

That finally earns a real laugh—small, tired, but real.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would,” you tease. “I’d guilt him into dragging your ass back here for a proper nap and a shower.”

He nudges your knee with his, smiling. You both fall quiet; it’s comfortable.The pond glows beside them. The world slows down.

And for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t feel like he’s on borrowed time.

He just feels… held. Seen and understood. Like he’s home, in a way that matters.

—

Later that night, after most of the guests have left and the house is dim and quiet, he helps you carry in the empty bottles and leftover snacks. The porch lights hum low behind them, and the kitchen smells faintly like lime and basil and whatever candle someone brought as a gift.

You’re both barefoot now, toes brushing the tile. He hands you the last bowl and leans against the counter like he doesn’t want to leave.

You sense it immediately, glancing over at him. “You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. I just… don’t want this to end.”

A smile tugs at your mouth. You step closer, fingers brushing his wrist, and this time he leans into the touch like he needs it to breathe.

“So don’t let it,” you murmur. “Don’t push me away again.”

He swallows. “Would it be too fast if I said I want to see you tomorrow?”

You smile deepens. “Are you asking me on a date, Lieutenant?”

Joaquin grins, soft and sheepish. He finally looks like himself. “Yeah, I am.”

“Well then,” you say, stepping in and tilting your chin up, “you better kiss me goodnight properly.”

You don’t give him time to overthink it. You press your lips to his—soft and warm, lingering just enough to make his breath catch. He kisses you back like he’s still afraid he’ll mess this up, but you thread your fingers through his and holds him close.

When you pull back, he exhales shakily.

You tap your fingers lightly against his chest. “Pick me up at seven. And wear something that says ‘I’ve stopped being emotionally unavailable.’”

He throws his head back with laughter, then groans like that’s going to be a real task. “That narrows my wardrobe down to, like, one shirt.”

Gripping his shirt playfully, you pull him a little closer. “Then wear it.”

Somewhere between getting home and putting his phone on the charger, Joaquin sees the text from Sam. Seems you had followed up on your threat to tell Sam about tonight. 

Sam: I heard you finally stopped being stupid.

Joaquin stares at it for a second before the typing bubble pops up again.

Sam:Bout damn time. You owe me twenty bucks. And a six-pack.

He shakes his head, smiling down at the screen. His reply is simple:

Worth it.

And when he turns off the light and sinks into bed, his heart is full.

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[joeliz99]

The Warmth of You- Danny Ramirez

Description: (Y/N) is overwhelmed, caught between exhaustion and self-doubt, but Danny reminds her that she doesn’t have to carry it all alone in a quiet night filled with warmth, music, and understanding.

Warnings: RPF, Fluff.

GIF Credit: @lesbiradshaw

The house felt unusually quiet on that Friday afternoon, the kind of stillness that seemed out of place when both Danny and (Y/N) were home. She had been going through a tough time lately, and her usual cheerful self seemed to be fading. Danny knew she needed space, and he was more than willing to respect that. But, deep down, he couldn’t just stand by and let her face it by herself.

The sun was already setting when she finally stepped out of their room, Danny calling for her a second time. She followed the sound of his voice, instinctively heading toward the kitchen as the smell of food floated toward her. As she rounded the corner, Danny turned his head from the stove, just as he finished the pasta. He turned the music down a notch to be able to talk to her.

"I'm almost done here. How’s it look?" he asked, a small grin tugging at his lips.

(Y/N) took a step closer, her eyes scanning the dish as he plated the second one.

"Look at you," She offered him a half-smile, "You decided to step it up this time. Looks great."

Danny flashed a smug smile in return, happy to see her smile, even if it was just a little. He handed her the plate, his voice playful. "Don't sleep on me, baby. What you learn right, you never forget." He tossed the towel over his shoulder, then grabbed his plate with one hand and a couple of drinks with the other.

"Come on," he said, nudging her toward the balcony.

(Y/N) followed him, a little confused as to why he was leading her outside instead of to their usual dining area. But as they reached the balcony, her confusion faded into surprise. He had transformed the space into a cozy little setup — a coffee table, the small sofa, and a couple of blankets arranged perfectly, creating a warm, intimate corner.

"Wow," she spoke softly, stopping for a moment to take in the scene. The last light of the setting sun bathed the space in a soft orange glow, casting gentle shadows over everything. It was quiet and peaceful.

Danny smiled, placing her plate down on the table and taking a seat on the couch. "I figured we could hang out here. It’s been a while since we did something like this."

He knew how much she loved watching the sunsets, and while they didn’t always have the luxury of enjoying them at the beach, they had found a place where they could at least catch that golden hour every now and then.

(Y/N) smiled, truly touched by the effort he’d put into making this moment feel special.

"This is really nice... Thank you," She settled beside him and crossed her legs while he handed her the food.

As they both settled into the cozy setup, the faint hum of the city below them was the only sound besides the occasional clink of their plates. Slowly, the golden light faded as the sky darkened, being replaced by the twinkling city lights. The soft sound of music played in the background, creating a comforting rhythm as they ate, the melody weaving its way through the air, adding a layer of calm to the moment.

Danny occasionally cracked a joke about how the whole dinner thing was turning out better than he expected, and (Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at her lips. It was nice to have moments like this, the simple act of sharing a meal providing a sense of normalcy.

When they finished, he took their empty plates and set them aside, still humming to the music as he moved around the kitchen. (Y/N) didn’t say much, content to sit for a moment and let the evening sink in before Danny returned to her side and sat back down next to her.

The girl kept her eyes trained on the view, her thoughts drifting to places she hadn’t visited in a while. She felt the weight of everything she had been holding onto — the stress, the quiet sadness she hadn’t shared with anyone. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it to herself; it was just hard to explain.

Danny, sensing the stillness in her, leaned back against the couch. Without a word, he shifted, making room as he laid down on the other side, and gently encouraged her to stretch her legs out. She hesitated for a second, but then did as he suggested, resting her legs across his lap. He mindlessly began to soothe one of them, his hand moving in soft circles as he waited for her to speak, giving her space but showing he was right there, present.

After a long moment, (Y/N) sighed softly, breaking the silence. She shifted slightly, her voice quiet, but steady. "You know," she began, "I think I’m burned out… I’ve been doing so much lately, always trying to get things done and it never seems like I’m doing enough." Her fingers absently traced the rim of her glass, her eyes not quite meeting his. 

"It’s been hard to shake off. And honestly… I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore. I mean… I’m trying to build something for myself, but it feels like everything’s slipping away. Work’s been a mess, and I’m barely holding it together. I don’t even know if I’m doing right by my family anymore." She paused, looking away, her throat tightening slightly. "I’ve spent so much time away from them, trying to prove I can do it… but at what cost? It feels like I’m losing control over everything I’ve worked so hard for."

Danny’s expression softened as he heard the vulnerability in her words. He could see it — the exhaustion, the frustration that had built up. His hand never stopped moving in slow, reassuring circles, and he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her more closely. "I get it. I really do. But you’re trying to carry so much on your own. No one can do that forever."

She let out a shaky breath, her voice thick with emotion. "I don’t even know how to let go of it all, though. I’m scared that if I do, everything I’ve been working for will just... disappear."

Danny shook his head slowly, his voice steady, but firm. He was a man who didn’t mince words, especially when it came to matters of the heart. "Look, (Y/N), I know how much you care and how you’re determined to build something great for yourself and for us. But let me tell you something — you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re not a machine, and you’re not meant to do this alone." He paused, giving her a moment to take in his words before continuing. "What’s the point of all the success, if it means you’re losing yourself in the process? And what’s the point if you don’t have the people who love you around to share it with? You don’t have to do everything perfectly, and you sure as hell don’t have to do it to prove to something to yourself or anyone else. I’m here, every step of the way, just like I’ve always been, and I’ve seen the wonders you’ve done with so little in your hands. You’re a doer, always been… But I need you to trust that it’s okay to rest and lean on me, and on the people who care about you whenever you feel like it.” 

He shifted to face her, his gaze softening as he spoke, but there was strength in his words. "I can’t tell you what the right decision is. Only you can figure that out. But I’ll be here to support you, even when you don’t have it all figured out. That’s what we’re supposed to do for each other. And you know what? It’s okay to let go sometimes. It doesn’t mean you’re giving up or that everything’s falling apart. It just means you’re human."

(Y/N) blinked, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear that, or how much she had been holding back. For the first time in a while, she felt the tight grip she had on her thoughts loosen a little.

Danny closed the distance between them, wrapping her in a tight embrace that she immediately reciprocated, her head resting against his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles down her back, offering comfort without saying a word. There was nothing more to do in that moment—just be there, present for each other, and that alone was enough.

A familiar melody drifted through the speakers, low and steady in the background.

Danny recognized it instantly. It was one of his favorite songs—one she had introduced to him years ago in the middle of a record store.

He could still picture it vividly: her eyes lighting up as she flipped through vinyls, excitement spilling from her lips as she pressed a pair of headphones over his ears. That was the moment he really saw her. Not just as his best friend, not just as someone he cared about, but as something more—someone who felt like home.  

And now, years later, that same song played between them. Danny glanced down at her, a quiet thought forming before he acted on impulse. Without hesitation, he rose from the sofa, his hands slipping to the curve of her back as he gently pulled her with him. She gave him a confused look, but he only smiled, guiding her into movement, slow and effortless, swaying to the deep rhythm of the music.  

"I'm not about to waste this opportunity," he murmured, his grin widening when he saw the corner of her lips twitch up. His hands found hers, lifting them to rest on his shoulders, while his own slid down to her waist, keeping her close.  

“Remember this song?” he asked, his voice laced with nostalgia. 

Her expression softened as she nodded. “Of course I remember… Why wouldn’t I?”  

They moved in sync, their bodies close and their steps unhurried. It was intimate in a way that words couldn’t quite capture—something between them that had always been there, something unspoken yet deeply understood.

There was a time when this moment had been nothing more than a distant dream, a quiet wish. Now, it was their reality, theirs to hold onto whenever they wanted. 

As the song neared its end, Danny’s movements slowed, his grip tightening ever so slightly as his gaze flickered over her face. He dipped his head, his lips brushing softly against her cheek, trailing a path along her jaw, lingering at the birthmark just above her lips—one of his favorite details about her.

His hands moved with an ease that came from knowing her so well, gliding gently over her body as if committing every curve to memory.  

When his hands found their way to the sides of her neck, his thumbs resting just below her jaw, she instinctively tilted her head up, her breath catching in anticipation.

Danny studied her for a brief moment, his expression unreadable—until his thumb ghosted over her bottom lip, and he finally closed the space between them.  

The kiss was slow, deliberate. A deep, lingering exploration that held no urgency—only purpose. His lips moved against hers in a rhythm that felt like second nature, savoring the way she softened beneath his touch. His hold on her grew firmer, pulling her just that little bit closer, grounding them both in the moment.  

There was something about the way he kissed her—like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he'd rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing than this—than her. The lazy drag of his lips, the way his tongue barely brushed against hers before retreating, teasing, deepening the kiss just enough to leave her wanting more.  

And maybe that was the point.  

When they finally parted, her lips were swollen, her breath uneven, her fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to steady herself. Danny took in the sight of her, his own breathing slightly heavier, his hands still cradling her face like she was something fragile, something precious.  

She sighed, a soft, content sound that filled the space between them.  

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with something raw, something deeply felt. "For everything."  

Danny smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was quiet but certain as he murmured, "That’s why I’m here, baby… You’re never alone in this, not with me around."  

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering just a little longer than necessary before pulling her back into his arms. And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, she finally let herself believe it. That no matter what happened—no matter how heavy life got—he would always be right there, holding her through it all.

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Just a quick little idea of something I couldn’t get out of my head. Soon there will be a new part for “You, Always.”

Still wanting to read more? Here are some other Danny's shots to read. You're welcome!!!!

[rowinablx]

Joaquin's age

Determining Joaquin Torres' exact age in Captain America: Brave New World requires piecing together clues from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) narrative, as no precise birthdate or age is explicitly stated in the film or related materials as of March 2025. However, I made an estimate based on the available info we got, including the new detail that Torres looked up to Sam Wilson when he was younger.

In the MCU, Joaquin Torres, portrayed by the hot and talented and HOT Danny Ramirez, is introduced in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (set in 2024, post-Blip) as a First Lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force and a friend of Sam Wilson. Captain America: Brave New World, set in 2027, further develops their relationship, with Torres taking on the mantle of Falcon under Sam's mentorship as the new Captain America. The film emphasizes a "big brother/little brother" dynamic between them, and the detail that Torres looked up to Sam "when he was younger" suggests a significant age gap, positioning Sam as an established figure in Torres' eyes during his formative years.

Sam Wilson, born in the MCU around 1978 (based on Anthony Mackie's age and the timeline of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, where he debuted in 2014), would be approximately 49 years old in 2027. If Torres looked up to Sam when he was "younger," this likely refers to a time when Sam was already an active figure—perhaps during his Air Force service or his early days as Falcon alongside Steve Rogers (post-2014). Assuming "younger" means Torres was a child or teenager, we can estimate the age difference.

In the U.S. Air Force, a First Lieutenant typically achieves that rank 2-3 years after commissioning, which often occurs around age 22-24 if following a standard path (e.g., college graduation at 22, then Officer Training School). By 2024, Torres is a First Lieutenant, suggesting he was born around 1998-2000, making him 27-29 years old in 2027. This aligns with Danny Ramirez's real-life age (born 1992, age 32 in 2024), adjusted slightly younger for the character.

Now, consider the "looked up to Sam when he was younger" detail. If Torres was, say, 10-15 years old when he admired Sam—perhaps during Sam's Falcon days (2014-2018)—this fits the timeline. In 2014, Torres would have been 14-16 if born in 1998-2000, an age where he could idolize an adult like Sam (then 36-38). This supports an age gap of roughly 20 years, consistent with the "big brother" dynamic and Torres viewing Sam as a role model from a younger perspective.

Thus, in Captain America: Brave New World (2027), Joaquin Torres is most likely 27 to 29 years old, born between 1998 and 2000. This estimate accounts for his military career, the MCU timeline, and the narrative hint that he admired Sam as a younger figure, likely during Sam's established heroic tenure.

Reminder that we know basically nothing about Joaquin other than what's been given to us, him being from Miami and that he looked up to Sam and wanted to be like him, maybe Joaquin's father isn't in the picture or maybe he doesn't talk to his parents. We don't know, especially compared to the comics, comic Joaquín is an immigrant from Arizona with an extensive backstory as to why he's so loyal and just a nice kid despite being kidnapped and turned into a falcon vampire hybrid thing person teenager person thing.

This is all an estimate based on what we've actually got in canon. C'mon Feige, give us a show for Joaquin!!!!!

Gif by @ex0rin

[buckyytorres]

Could you do a random gif set of Danny Ramirez?

Here ya go! :)

[moviegirl11]

Captain America: a brave new world was exactly what I’ve been craving. A solid marvel movie that is purely set on earth with no space aliens to fight and hot people in superhero suits, perfection. I thought Anthony Mackie did a great job as captain America and has been building on that since fatws. I do have to mention how fine Danny Ramirez was in it because for me hot people really make marvel movies shine and he couldn’t have looked better. Again it’s a solid movie that’s bringing marvel movies back up to par with the old ones.

Spoiler: I audibly gasped in the theatre when my baby (Bucky) showed up on screen. Long hair and in a suit had me dead. ‘I love you buddy’- deceased

[moviewarfare]

A Review of “Captain America: Brave New World (2025)”

The Multiverse Saga has been quite disappointing compared to the previous saga. We are 11 films into the saga and only 4 of them I would consider good. The rest is mediocre or just awful. Last year's "Deadpool and Wolverine" was a breath of fresh air in the MCU. The question is whether Captain America: Brave New World continues the upward trend.

Firstly, Anthony Mackie does a solid job and he delivers on the moments. He also has a great buddy-cop chemistry with Danny Ramirez. Harrison Ford also does a great job in taking over the role of Ross. The Red Hulk does look pretty good and it was nice to see a raging Hulk again even if it wasn't Bruce Banner. I do appreciate that they brought back Tim Blake Nelson as Samuel Sterns. He does a convincing job as a mastermind villain for this film. In terms of action sequences, there is an entertaining flying one in the second act. Additionally, the battle between Captain America and Red Hulk is quite enjoyable.

Unfortunately, this is where the praise ends. The story is dull and predictable. The trailers made it to be a political, spy thriller similar to The Winter Soldier but nothing is thrilling about this film. The film never delves or commits to any political stance or any substantial ideas. None of the characters apart from Ross undergo any real characterization. They introduce new characters such as former Black Widow, Ruth Bat-Seraph. However, she is a pointless character that adds nothing of value and could have easily been an existing MCU character like Sharon Carter. The titular character doesn't get any proper, authentic character development. He even comes off as very boring, which is such a shame. It doesn't help that some of the dialogue is poorly written and that they continue to have characters do quips that aren't even funny. The single post-credit scene is also very uninspiring and lacks any real thought to it.

This film is also a visual mess. There are so many scenes that come off as obvious green screens. It also baffles me when there are scenes that could easily have been filmed on location or with a set but are instead just dumped with CG overload. It is also incredibly obvious which scenes are reshoots which makes the film feel incredibly inconsistent. Giancarlo Esposito is part of the reshoot with being added as an additional villain in Sidewinder. He is completely wasted in this film with him just being a generic and bland character. There are also some awful hand-to-hand choreography action scenes. They are not edited well, choreographed well or even shot well.

Overall, there is nothing brave about this film. I genuinely feel sorry for Anthony Mackie, who had to step into huge shoes but was let down by an awful writer, poor studio decisions, and an underwhelming director. I do hope that Anthony is provided with better material in his next appearance in Avengers: Doomsday.

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[belamcandas]

is that DANNY RAMIREZ ? oh, no, that’s DANTE GUERRERO DOMINIGUEZ-HERRERA, a THIRTY-ONE year old LYRICIST / COMPOSER  who uses HE/THEY pronouns. they currently live in VALPARAISO, and the character they identify with most is STEVE HARRINGTON FROM STRANGER THINGS. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

name — dante guerrero dominguez-herrera  nickname(s) — none name meaning — dante: steadfast, enduring. guerrero: war. dominguez: son of domingo. herrera: iron smith age — thirty-one date of birth — august 14th star signs — leo sun, aries moon, scorpio rising place of birth — mexico city, mexico sexual orientation — homosexual religion — atheist spoken language(s) — spanish, english occupation — lyricist / composer / musician  residence — valparaiso family — luna dominguez-herrera ( half-sibling ), esme dominguez-herrera ( half-sister ), samuel guerrero ( half-brother ) career claims: ghostname / pen name luan guerreros ( more on this later ), kyle dixon & michael stein (composer), daniel pemberton ( composer ), the newton brothers ( composer ), max richter ( composer ), keegan dewitt ( composer ), djo’s twenty-twenty and decide  ( musician ), as for lyricists i’ll add to this eventually but also ( more on this later ), ursula ( composing / musician ), bon iver ( musician )

tw: general family dysfunction, alluding to cheating

when people would ask him what motivated him to become the person that he was today, it’s always the standard answer of, my father of course, but in his head he would say, it was actually my mother’s backlogged dreams. no one knows that this is his answer, he tries very hard nowadays to keep his mother’s name out of his mouth. 

it used to change over the years how they approached questions about fame, how in many ways they would never be their father or their sibling luna, and how that drove them from being off the big stage and instead just stick to being… behind it. all of that to say dante would never promise to be quiet, during their early twenties they had spent most of their time running through people and things and their mother told them that one day they'd crash and burn and... then they did. 

but that’s getting ahead of the story. the story really starts on a hot night in august, dante is born out of an already flighty relationship. his mother was on her way to being someone, she wasn’t famous by any means but famous enough to have a small following and by the time that dante was actually here most of those dreams came crashing down. they struggled, partly because his mother wanted his father in his life but struggled because she refused to receive help from his father. it would be a back and forth game until his father, his wife, and sibling would move to new york city and dante would stay with his mother and watch her go through her own set of relationships that would never work out. 

he still of course went to new york to visit for a couple of months at a time, he was never going to be the actor of the family, but he did often listen into conversations his father and luna would have when it came to music, by the time he would get back to his mother’s he’d be half into a project, writing songs, and making experimental sounds. 

with the success of his father’s family it began to take a toll on his back at home. people would say things about him and his mother, rumours that would fly off the handle of the actress that could have been had she not had a tumultuous relationship with his father. his little brother is born and dante tries to keep his head down. 

while his family is complicated he can’t help but feel love for them whenever he was able to visit, though it always felt like he was on the outside looking in. he could relate to his father on music but it was never the same genre. the bond that he should have with his dad was strained but that’s just because he remembers everything that’s happened to his mom. 

skip a few years, glossing over all the public scandals that dante gets himself into, a public outing with the wrong guy, and an incident with his brother where he was meant to protect him and just couldn’t get to him in time, his mother is done with dante. his brother may have forgiven him but his mother hasn’t. in fact, it’s been so long since they last talked it’s often samuel going between both of them when they’re around for the rare family function. 

dante disappears for about a year and comes back under a different pen name luan guerrero, luan in portuguese means ‘moon’ in tribute to his sibling who was able to accomplish so much, but in chinese it also means 'bird' or 'bell'. they always liked a double meaning. dante isn’t known by their mother’s maiden name, it only seemed appropriate that despite everything they’ve been through, there’s some part of her in everything that they do. their album ‘decide’ comes out and is a hit. and after that their other projects that they worked equally as hard on become popular too after years of having just a small few appreciating them. 

before changing pen names they worked on a lot of hit singles as lyricists, and while it was fulfilling there’s something about being able to have your own voice singing your own songs. they’re still passionate about composing, there’s so many good spanish experimental music and they’re just dying to put their foot in the door with it too. 

they’ve moved to valparaiso not that long ago knowing that both of their siblings are here. dante is looking for a fresh start and make more music and shed some of their old ways, but dante is also a leo so we’ll see how that goes !! 

headcanons: 

dante is also very interested in ghost hunting, urban myths, and folklore !!! i wonder if you could tell who their siblings are !!! anyway he’s very supportive of both of his siblings work and wished that he was smart enough to go to university but he’s stupid as a bag of rocks ( ok not literally but im allowed to be mean to him ) 

HE WASN'T A SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER but he did release some of his early stuff on soundcloud and it did get popular on there THANK YEW

owns a mexican black king snake and a tarantula ( like i said, siblings for a reason ) but they also own a tiny little black cat named monday ( don’t ask )

wants to be as cool as esme but is a total loser 

still speaks to samuel, desperately wants their brother to come and live with them but their mom won’t let him. 

speaking of samuel the events of what happened to him will remain a mystery simply bc with celebrity knows who actually knows the truth besides those that it happened to !! 

also it's literally not a secret that his pen name can be linked to his actual name, people often comment whenever he posts on his band’s instagram asking if this is dante or management posting ( it's almost always dante ) so aosdknfas he just wanted to have a separate name for ‘important things’ like that but when it comes to composing for shows and movies he always uses his full name. 

actually a decent photographer as well, but they decided to use their energy on music 

he’s an idiot with people’s feelings sometimes but means well idk man !! growing up in the spotlight can be a lot especially with rumours circulating around their family 

[redcreekfm]

        𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐅𝐌  is  an  interactive  horror  &  mystery  roleplay  set  in  a  small  lakeside  town  full  of  dark  secrets  and  buried  truths  .  we’re  looking  for  fresh  faces  to  join  us  ,   including  wanted  faces  like  emilio  sakraya,  rachel  sennot,  havana  rose  liu,  drew  starkey,  danny  ramirez,  hunter  schafer,  manny  jacinto,  janelle  monae,  callum  turner,  devery  jacobs,  jonathan  daviss  &  gemma  chan. we’d love to have you join us here at red creek !

[greenhike]

we're only one app away from setting an acceptance date ! i think if we get our hands on another one by the end of the night, we'll do our acceptance either saturday or sunday. come send us an app before then ? a few faces we'd love to see are: fivel stewart, tanaya beatty, drew starkey, kiowa gordon, odessa a'zion, danny ramirez, as well as the cast of yellowjackets.

[seashoretm]

do you have any suggestions for fcs for the villagers? and onto that, any villagers you'd like to see?

oooh, i'd personally love to see sira-anna faal, keke palmer, mia goth or anya taylor joy for the likes of coco. bailey bass, maia mitchell, zendaya or taylor russell as maple. danny ramirez or owen teague for kyle. barry keoghan is the embodiment of walker to me, heh. and although he's no villager, pedro pascal is still my go-to for mr. nook himself! but there is nothing set in stone, save for tommy and timmy being twins, so i encourage whoever you feel best represents your favourite villager! as for those i'd like to see, you can always look at our most wanted here.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Hold Me Closer

summary: you give joaquin exactly what he needs after a rough mission.

pairing: subby!joaquin torres x f!reader

contents: 18+/MINORS DNI/SMUT, internal angst, food mention, dom/sub undertones, kissing, teasing, cockwarming, unprotected p in v

wc: 1,845

an: finallyyyyyy got to writing this subby!joaquin goodness, hope yall enjoy while i finish past 5 of vuelve!

danny ramirez characters masterlist

Joaquin usually texted or called you when he was almost home, even though he’d set up notifications to let you know when he and Sam made it back to the armory.

But today, there was nothing—just the notification—no call, no message.

Several minutes passed in silence before you caved and checked his location, confirming he was on his way.

That’s how you know it’s bad before he even opens the door. And the confirmation is all over his face the moment he steps inside, setting his bags down with a weighty exhale. He’s not his usual cheery self, even as his gaze catches yours and he forces a smile.

“Rough one, huh?” you ask gently.

He sighs. “Yeah. Just—really shitty.”

You rise from the couch and make your way to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Then let’s have a not-so-shitty night, okay?”

“Seguro, mi amor,” he agrees, though his shoulders still slouch.

You turn his head this way and that, examining him. “Mmm. ¿Tienes hambre?”

He makes a face, shaking his head. “Not really.”

You raise a brow. “But did you eat?”

A pause. “Not really,” he repeats. “Don’t light a fire under my ass, querida, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m the sweetest girl you know.”

“That’s true, but you’re also the most stubborn. Which is why I know you’re about to make suggestions on what we should eat.”

“We could get Happy Camper—I’ve never seen you deny pizza.”

His hands find their place on your waist, squeezing gently as he mulls it over. “I could eat some pizza,” he murmurs, a smile pulling at his lips.

At the sight of that familiar light in his eyes, you can’t help but smile too. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his in an adoring kiss. With each word, your mouths brush, “I’ll order the pizza and you shower?”

He uses his grip on your hips to pull you closer, kissing you more deeply than before. He’s a little breathless, warmth creeping into his cheeks when he breaks away. “Sí, patrona.”

—

When Joaquin returns, you’re on the couch again with your book. You look up at him with a warm smile, but there’s something in your eyes that has him in a near shiver. Something hungry. Possessive.

“C’mere,” you murmur, patting the space next to you. He obliges, sitting beside you so your shoulders brush. Setting your book down, you rise onto your knees to straddle him.

He narrows his eyes at you playfully, though his hands slide up your thighs, kneading at the soft flesh. “What’re you up to?”

You ignore his line of questioning, threading your fingers through his damp hair. “Your hair’s longer than usual. Gonna cut it?”

“Maybe,” he sighs, his eyes fluttering shut when you start using the pads of your fingers to scratch at his scalp.

His breath deepens, his body slackening beneath your touch. Your gaze traces every detail of him—the sharp curve of his jaw, plush lips, delicate lashes. He’s stunning like this, and the quiet reverence between you feeds your growing hunger.

“I’m gonna touch you now, ok, cariño?” you ask softly, your fingers working against his scalp in slow, methodical circles.

“Mhmm,” he hums, sounding a little desperate. His body shifts, pressing more firmly into the couch, exposing the line of his throat to you.

The sight of him, open and willing, ignites something in you. You lean in, pressing your lips to the warm skin of his neck, trailing soft kisses downward. Your hands fall to his sweats, one rubbing against his hardening cock before slipping inside.

You’re met with nothing but solid warmth.

“You went commando on me, Torres?” you tease, your grip on him just as playful, fingers curling only slightly to emphasize your point. “That’s something a slut would do.”

“Oh fuck, baby,” he breathes, his eyes squeezing shut. His fingers twitch against your thighs, his muscles flexing as he fights the urge to thrust into your hand. His restraint is cracking, barely holding together, but he’s determined to be good for you.

“Are you a slut, Joaquin?”

“For you—por ti, cualquier día,” he mumbles eagerly, hoping that his willingness will bring him a reward.

His answer should bring nothing but arousal, but you feel yourself softening. How sweet it is that the man in a suit, the superhero, goes tender for you. You rest the bridge of your nose against his, asking him softly to look at you.

When he does, his brown eyes meet yours with a soft haziness, something vulnerable beneath the hunger.

“Te amo, mi amor. Lo sabes, ¿verdad?”

“Always.”

You lean in, taking control, your lips finding his with slow, deliberate pressure. His breath hitches, body tensing as you deepen the kiss, feeling his need swell against you. His hands tighten on your hips, a silent plea.

“Can I be close to you?”

You know what he means as soon as he asks. It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Joaquin has this thing where he wants to crawl inside your skin and be there forever. Sometimes he’ll smoosh his cheek against yours and hope that somehow you’ll start to meld together. But when he’s asking like this, he wants to be inside you. Simply inside you, and nothing else.

“I don’t know if you asked correctly,” you murmur, your lips brushing his.

Joaquin’s known for his honesty, his playfulness, his confidence. But when you take control like this, you can draw out the part of him that’s shy. This is one of those times.

There’s a faint flush in his cheeks as he says, “Can I be inside you…please?”

“Since you asked so perfectly, amorcito. Hips up,” you command softly, and he moves in nanoseconds, allowing you to slide his sweats down to his knees.

Joaquin’s chest is heaving, his breaths rushed in anticipation. You don’t break eye contact as you pull your panties to the side, line him up with your entrance, and sink down onto him.

He gasps sharply, his fingers twitching against your skin.

“Perfect fit, hmm? Or should I try again?” you wonder playfully out loud.

“No—baby—I—” he sputters, but both of you know you weren’t truly asking.

You lift your hips until just the tip of him is inside you before lowering yourself again—slower this time. Neither of you can help it, moans mingling as your heads fall back in pleasure.

“Much better,” you murmur through a hitched breath, burying your face in his neck.

“M-much better,” he grits out, nuzzling into your temple. His hands rest at your hips, holding you, not guiding. He’s letting you take from him whatever you want.

And you do.

There’s a desire to tease him more, but you know what he needs from you. He wants you to pry control and decision-making from his hands and make him feel safe. He wants to be nearly brain-dead with just the thought, the smell, the feel of you. So you hold him close as minutes stretch on, whispering soft praises here and there, dusting any skin you can reach with kisses.

Eventually, your patience wears thin— he feels too good inside you, but it’s not enough. It’s like scratching an itch with dull nails, like soothing an ache that can’t be satisfied.

You start a lazy but steady rock against him, pressing the tip of him firmly against the most sensitive spot inside you. Joaquin’s breath quickens but he stays quiet and still, letting you take what you want from him. Just a few minutes of this— you fucking him like this— and you’ll fall over the edge, but this isn’t just about you.

“Think you can cum like this for me? Or does baby boy need some help?”

“Can I touch you, hermosa? It’ll help,” he asks, guiding your head an inch so that his gaze can meet yours. He’s completely under your spell, his eyes glazed over with restlessness. With need.

You break for him, ready to let him have whatever he needs.

“Sure, baby, touch me,” you agree easily, sitting back more firmly on your heels so that you have a better position to rock against him.

One of his hands finds the hem of your shirt, eagerly skimming up your skin to knead and caress your breast. The other takes an opposite path, forgoing the waistband of your panties to play with your clit.

Now your breath goes shallow, your hips bucking more quickly as his hands and cock serve you just the way you want them to. The sight of you alone— lips parted, half-naked, consuming him has him nearing his orgasm.

“Kiss me, mi vida. Please,” he begs, and you feel the way he tightens his muscles further beneath you, trying to resist the urge to fuck you back.

You close the gap between you, taking his lip between your teeth. “¿Ya no puedes más, cariño?”

“No,” he nearly whimpers, trying to pry his lip from your grip so that he can kiss you.

“Patience, I’ll kiss you, but when I’m close. Understand?”

Joaquin is tortured, you can see the resolve he’s been holding onto fading in his eyes but he nods, all of him growing still but his working hands.

He doesn’t know it, but you’re close too, barely holding on. You have less than a minute, you can feel it in the way you start to clench around his cock. You know that Joaquin can feel it too, but he continues to be a good boy for you, plucking at your nipples and clit.

You don’t give him a warning when your high washes over him, you just crush your mouth to his, groaning into the wetness as wave after wave of ecstasy floods your system.

It’s his undoing and he mirrors you, whimpering against your tongue as he fills you to the brim. It’s warm, comforting, and exactly what you both needed.

When you pull away, Joaquin is as out of it as ever, his head falling back against the cushions once more. You run your hands up and down his bare chest, planting soft, alternating kisses on his cheeks.

“¿Estás bien, amorcito?” you ask him gently, snuggling into his arms.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs dreamily, his fingers grazing over your skin absentmindedly as he starts to drift.

You smile softly at his words, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest. But then—your thoughts go back to the pizza.

“Hey,” you murmur, shifting so you’re looking down at him. “Don’t forget about the pizza, cariño.”

His eyes flutter open, still hazy from the pleasure, but there’s a playful glint in his gaze. “How could I?” he whispers, pulling you closer into his arms. “But I’m good here…we can always eat later.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “No way. We’ve got pizza, and I’m not letting you fall asleep on me just yet.”

Joaquin groans but grins up at you. “Alright, alright. You win, mi amor.”

“Damn right I do,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

nsfw joaquin taglist: @magikdarkholme, @plan3t-plut0, @mewmew222, @linnygirl09, @ezhz444, @karmaswitch, @badbishsblog, @glader13, @how2besalty, @happypopcornprincess, @hiireadstuffsometimes, @lisiliely, @spider-steve, @nolita-fairytale, @hrlzy, @faretheeoscar, @giuliahowlett, @abriefnirvana, @fanboyswhore9 , @sidkneeeee, @sophreakingfunny, @heartbreakgirlism, @peachyxlynch, @lomlbuckybarnes, @a-randomscrub, @ajcs150, @glimodejun

[nepofm]

+𝟐  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃  .  citlalli  valente  (  selena  gomez  )  is  looking  for  a  miscellaneous  connection  &  a  platonic  connection  .

misc.   —   citlalli valente is looking for a bodyguard/roommate ( as citlalli and her sister grew up in an abusive family, and though they have escaped in, their current (adoptive) mother has assigned a bodyguard to both girls - as they’re also high profile socialites. also, citlalli thinks they’re completely unnecessary because SHE CAN PROTECT HERSELF !!! and gives them so much shit. but her mother demands it, and she doesn’t mind the extra set of eyes with looking over her sister.) within the age range of 28-30 that preferably looks like regé-jean page, corey mylchreest, simone ashley, paul mescal, chloe bennet, ana de armas, joe kerry, dylan o'brien, tati gabrielle, im jinah, really anyone who u think fits the vibe!! . you do have to contact the mun before applying under lallistar.

platonic.   —   citlalli valente is looking for a best friend from home ( these two first met up when they were young, and citlalli was first adopted by the dukess. her first actual friend, they’re attached - and perhaps too much so, to the point that they’re both a bit needy and sorta co-dependent LOL. anyways, this neighbor followed lalli and her sister to stay close, that’s all ! also, nationality wise, they would also be british :) ) within the age range of 28-30 that preferably looks like john boyega, shelley hennig, danny ramirez, callum turner, mena massoud, lili reinhart, charles melton, melissa barrera, henry zaga, sean teale, greta onieogou, wang ziyi, ross butler, kim sejeong, hande erçel, lana condor, again, really anyone who u think fits the vibe!! . you do have to contact the mun before applying under lallistar.

[unicornships]

shy boy Glen. in the van. as shared by Danny. wonder what he’s saying.

[ex0rin]

Joaquin Torres, two seconds away from kicking his feet up behind him like a teenage girl (aka absolutely smitten with Sam as Captain America)