#dilly dandying?

[iamthemaestro]

effeminate fashion-conscious 19th century man fooling around aimlessly instead of leaving for his social function. call that dandy dallying

[dia-smthidk]

I’m not entirely caught up on how problematic the devs are nor do I wish to know, though that does not mean I condone any of that behavior

I just enjoy the game, not whatever cp stuff goin on bruh 🙅

[dyinggirldied]

Danny, burnout and exhausted of being the basically only one who can fight ghosts but still gets villainized and hated by the people he saved, decides he's done.

Because he's 14 he runs to another city, one where his parents and GIW cannot willy dilly do whatever they want. Yes, he runs to Gotham. Without telling anyone.

At Gotham, he ultilizes his intelligence in making fake ID and studies at a normal if a bit run down Gotham high school, not the fancy one where Tim or Damian is studying because 1) he's trying to lay low and 2) he hates the rich. He uses an old abadoned fire station as his home.

It's all fine and dandy. He doesn't need to intervene much since there are plenty of vigilantes in this city and he's free to just...focus. On himself, his education.

Meanwhile, Amity Park is literally and metaphorically under fire with his absence.

[upslapmeal]

The Three Doctors

They're comin back baybeeeeeeee

lmao Three stirring his coffee with science equipment

Liz must have been turning in her...idk office chair?

‘make yourself at home. we’re only supposed to be a top secret security establishment’

need that handshake meme for UNIT and Torchwood where the middle says ''''''''secret''''''''

‘when I tell you to run, you run’

nooo RIP Bessie 

Benton seeing the TARDIS for the first time!

‘Sergeant, aren’t you going to say that it’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside? everybody else does’ 

‘the first law of time expressly forbids him to meet himself’ guys I've got bad news for you about something that is going to happen many times

Two!!!! 

recorder!!!!

TWO!!!!!!! 

‘I can see you’ve been doing the TARDIS up a bit. I don’t like it’ there it is!!

‘you don’t mind do you’ ‘ yes’ ‘I didn’t think you would’ I love them and I’ve missed Two

‘CONTACT’ ‘CONTACT’ 

‘show me the earliest Doctor’ aaaaaaaaaaaa

One <3 <3 <3

‘oh so you’re my replacements, a dandy and a clown’

it’s quite sad how you can tell Bill is struggling but it’s so good to see him again

‘so stop dilly dallying and cross it!’

interesting seeing the Time Lords like.. actually doing a job

I mean I guess we kinda got it in the War Games but this is Desk Job Managing Time

‘where are we’ you’re in a quarry Jo

‘you’re his assistant’ ‘his WHAT??’

 ‘care for a jelly baby’ wait this started with Two??

‘e=mc^2…well there’s no doubt about that’ glad they could confirm that this character is a Scientist

‘I can boost this through the TARDIS’s communications circuit..’ *all the contents fall out* ‘..I think’ oh boy the Brig is this close to ensuring that Two regenerates early

One again!!!!!

‘who in the name of heaven was that’ ‘I’m afraid you’d never believe me’

‘he told me to and I’ve always had a great respect for his advice’

I love One being trated like the Wise Elder when he's literally the baby of the group

beyonce meme OMEGA??

‘mind over antimatter’ good to see he shares the Doctor's propensity for making bad puns

‘there’s sand everywhere!!!’ ‘oh splendid, who’s for a swim’ I genuinely think the Brig might explode

oh yikes I see why Omega wears the helmet 

I’m so glad we’re getting a bit of One each episode, I thought it was going to be a one (heh) off

‘are you sure that you and he are the same intelligence’ savage Omega 

can’t wait for Two’s recorder to end up saving the day

‘we cannot take off the mask because..’ ur too ugly

oh that’s a proper cry of anguish

‘three of them. I didn’t know when I was well off’ oh the Brig is going to need a holiday

lol the recorder actually is going to save the day

‘wonderful chap. both of him’

 ‘you young men and I’ One you realise these are older versions of you right??

‘I shudder to see what you’ll do without me’ One’s actual final words (Hurndall and Bradley you don’t count)

ahhh I love seeing all three names in the credits!

I think if I had been a kid in 1972 I would have lost my mind with excitement seeing One and Two again!! At least I know I'll be getting some more Two in the future...

[kuroshitsuji-rarepairs]

Bard: *ranting to Agni about Sebastian while they prep dinner*

Agni: If you take a liking to Mister Sebastian, perhaps you should tell him how you feel. He's an amazing man. What's the worst he could say?

Bard: What? But I'm not! Do you take make me for some sort of dandy?

Agni: *smiles*

Bard: Tch! Yeah, okay. *approaches him after he walks in and washes something* Hey Sebastian. Do... *looks at Agni and then Sebastian before clearing his throat* Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? *grins*

Sebastian: *without looking his way* Acting in that way toward your superior in this manner is not professional and highly inappropriate, so please refrain from doing so in the future. *gives him a smile that would kill a man* I suppose if you have time for dilly dallying, you finished preparing dinner with Mister Agni like I told you to?

Bard: I... *sighs* Yeah, yeah. *gets back to work*

Credit to @plague-of-insomnia for this idea! Thank you so much.

[thegreatimpersonator]

so glad kendall is finally in his silly goose era. love to see him dilly dally around and have a dandy time it's what he deserves

[flashhxn-lights]

greetings mother, i've diedth thrice and revivedth.....it has been too long since we haveth last met....how is thou doingth???.....i hopeth all isth finese possy fresh for thee....

Greetings to thou as well my child.

I've found myself a husband, his name would be heimdall <33

He could be well, quite troublesome at times and absolutely bone itching but he's quite handsome, wouldn't thou agree?

And yes my dear child, i have been much more delightful

I hopth as well that everything'd be fine and dandy for thou too.

Now don't dilly dally dear, go play with thou's friends

[scoutandvioletfan]

Do you like doughnuts, delicious doughnuts? Well if you do, then you deserve some doughnuts Delicious doughnuts, some dipped in sugar Some dipped in jelly, dipped by me, I'm Duchess CHORUS: If you like doughnuts, delicious doughnuts Don't dilly-dally, have a dozen of my doughnuts Delicious doughnuts, they're downright dunky And they are definitely done by only me, Yes, they are deep-fried, dipped and dabbed by Duchess And when I deliver my delicious doughnuts, I do the Doughnut Dance. Don't you want to do the dance too? What a delicious Doughnut Dance! (Repeat Chorus) I'm Duchess, I'm Duchess, I'm Duchess .Delicious Doughnuts!

I'm Duchess.I love to dance my dazzling dance. I'm sure you agreeIt's a dazzling dance. Da-da-da-ra-da-da-da! I'm dancing dozens of steps That have never been danced before, Darting and dipping and skipping and flipping And dashing across the floor.I'm Duchess.I love to dance my dazzling dance. I'm sure you agree It's a dazzling dance. Da-da-da-ra-da-da-da! Diving and dodging and leaping as high as a dinosaur, Dancing and dancing and dancing and dancing Until I can't dance anymore. Don't dilly-dally, do as I do. Do as D does, do as D does, Dance with me. Hooray for you! Hooray for me! Hooray for the dazzling dance!

Dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, doggy; Dee-dee, dangerous dragon; Dee-dee, dee-dee, donkey, duckie Dinosaur Oh, dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dinner; Dee-dee, dee-dee, De-licious; Dee-dee, dee-dee, dee, don't drop dishes Down on the floor Oh, do a dance Dig some dirt Dunk a doughnut for dessert Draw a daisy that's dee-de-lightful to see When "D" is handy, it's fine and dandy Dee, dee-dee, dee"D" is such a very nice letter Each day I like it better That lovely letter called "D!" (dialogue) Draw a daisy that's dee, de-lightful to see When "D" is handy, it's fine and dandy Dee, dee-dee, dee"D" is such a very nice letter Each day I like it better That lovely letter called "D,"Dee-dee, dee, having fun But now I'm dee, dee, dee, done!

[altaccount95]

Dillying is all find and dandy. But DALLYING???

[gone-dw-abt-it]

sorry for the side scribbles and bad lighting, hopefully I can get to work finishing a few others,

dreamtale siblings and the admin of fatal flaws multiverse, might open asks for them and the others from there,

Dreamtale, Dream, and Nightmare belong to jokublog

the species Admins belongs to @britelitecomics

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Day 16 “The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke” from Queen 2

 I know I say this about every Queen song, but this side of the Queen 2 album is sublime. Like, if I was my 1970s teenage self, I’d have played this “black” side of the album so many times it wouldn’t even play anymore.

This song is genius. I could listen to it every single day.

The beginning is so brilliant.

“He’s a fairy fellaaahhh” (insert this whimsical whistle noise). I think it sets the mood for this song being just the most quirky, whimsical, irreverent, cheeky thing ever. But the music behind it is superb. I mean, Brian is bringing his A-game.

“The fairy folk have gathered ‘round the new moon shine.” Then Freddie goes into this fucking amazing falsetto “to see the feller crack a nut at night’s noon time”. HELLO I have to repeat this song 78 times because I love it so much.

“As he climbs he dares to DELIVAHHHH” (and in the background, the backing vocals are Freddie singing “the master stroke!” Give me Freddie with Freddie backing vocals any time of day or night.

Freddie’s voice is so young and it makes me want to die a thousand beautiful deaths. It’s so beautiful, I can’t describe how much this song epitomizes my love for Freddie and his ability to do whatever the fuck he wants, no matter how crazy, and make it so incredibly amazing that everyone just has no choice but to love it.

“He’s a dilly-dallio.” – Okay! If you say so.

“And a satyr peers under lady’s gown.” –cheeky dirty boy! “Dirty fellow. What a dirty laddio.” Indeed!

“Tatterdemalion and a junketer”—(I think Roger himself was like OKAY where TF did you get these lyrics, Freddie…I’ve never seen you read a damn book and you come out with this?)

“He’s my heroooo” (big fucking sexy sigh from Freddie here at 1:02 or so. Listen closely and you’ll hear it).

“Fairy dandy, tickling the fancy of his lady friend.” – So I know I keep quoting the entire song, but this is so cheeky, isn’t it? I mean this is Freddie in a nutshell. He’s just sooo naughty, in such a tongue-in-cheek, silly way. I love it. I just love it!

“What a quaery fellow.” Hmmm, interesting, Freddie. Interesting. Quaery, like a hybrid of fairy and queer. Classic Freddie.

“Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, PLOUGHBOY… waiting to hear the SoUnD!”

Okay, my daughter thought he was saying “Soldier, sailor, Roger Taylor, ploughboy” and I refuse to believe that that isn’t a better lyric than the original. Sorry Freddie. Although I’m sure he would agree if he had thought of it.

The part that is freaking amazing—and The Queen Pod, in their episode about this side of the album, described it actually quite a lot better than I could—is about at 1:58, when the tempo changes a bit and there’s a little bell sound, right before Freddie says “Oberon and Titania…”

In the QueenPod, they actually describe why it sounds so amazing, based on the actual tempo, blah blah. It made a lot of sense when they said it, because I have no clue about music, but I know it sounds freaking incredible in the song. Basically, Freddie starts singing on the beat that you didn’t expect him to, so it fucks with you in the most incredibly positive way.

Freddie’s voice, man. This man was too much for this world.

Also, the outro to this song, with the piano, and how it fades PERFECTLY into the next song, has my whole heart. LIKE do yourself a favor and listen to this album in order, like preferably on vinyl, but if not, through a music service that lets you hear each song without a pause in between.

[petergabrielyuri]

DNI if:

You’re a fairy feller, you’ve ever gathered round the new moonshine to see the feller crack a nut at night’s noon time, you swing your axe and swear, you climb and dare to deliver the master stroke, you’re a ploughman, waggoner will, and types, you’re a politician with senatorial pipe, you’re a dilly-dally-o, you’re a pedagogue squinting who wears a frown, you’re a satyr who peers under ladies’ gowns, you’re a dirty laddio, you’re a tatterdemalion or a junketer, you’re a thief or a dragonfly trumpeter, you’re my hero, you’re a fairy dandy tickling the fancy of your lady friend, you’re a nymph in yellow who’s asked to see the master stroke, you’re a quaere fellow, you’re a solider, sailor, tinker, tailor, or ploughboy, you’re waiting to hear the sound, you’re the arch magician who presides and is the leader, you’re Oberon or Titania who watch by a harridan, you’re Mab the Queen or a good apothecary man, you’ve come to say hello, you’re a fairy dandy tickling the fancy of your lady friend, you’re a nymph in yellow, you’re a quaere fellow, you’re an ostler who stares with hands on your knees, and lastly, you’ve ever said “Come on, Mister Feller, crack it open if you please.”

[freelyhauntedduck]

A Notice to My Generation

Hey, quick note,

If you are still running around and acting like everything is completely fuck-a-dilly and normal, then Fuck you.

People are dying. People are at risk of serious health complications and you are spreading around germs because, “I’m young and healthy so what do I have to fear?” Go suck rocks. Your local government may be either pleading for you to stay home or (in the case of Mississippi) making you stay at work but that doesn’t mean you can wander around going to parties and gathering in massive crowds at the beach and expect that people are going to be fine with it.

Even if you think you’re invincible and that even if this virus won’t do much to you, guess what? It still fucking can. Think of yourself as a bunch of people with the curse of Achilles. You may be mostly safe, but there is one little spot where you’re really not and for some of you it will be lethal.

And even if you’re completely fine and dandy, how many people won’t be because of your actions? How many people with medical conditions and suffering from old age are you going to harm because you think you deserve to have a normal 21st birthday party with your friends? You see your grandparents regularly? Well you won’t be seeing them much longer.

Finally, and this is very important. This virus only has a 98% survival rate if everyone can get treated. If our hospitals get overwhelmed by a massive surge in cases caused by some dickhead teenagers/young adults then that survival rate is going to drop a lot.

So for fucks sake, stop being selfish. Grab whatever groceries you need to, go home, plop your ass down on the couch and stay there. THAT IS LITERALLY ALL WE ARE ASKING OF YOU!

[frekydeki]

Returned

A/n: I’m terrible because I haven’t posted for the @ibwhellospring writing event in like six days... But I’m gonna catch up while I can, and since I’ve finally had time today to sit and write, I threw this together. Generally speaking, this is a fluff, but me being me, it ends in angst. Please enjoy! :)

Prompt: First kiss/ last kiss

Pairing: (Bucky X reader) at this point I guess it’s not really a surprise I’m just such a hoe for Bucky

"So this is the weeks dame, huh?" Is sighed next to the soldier. He removed his eyes from his brunette date and put them on the red lipped woman next to him. Her eyes turned up to his, egging him on for an answer but instead closing up his throat; boy she was poison to him. "Now what's that supposed to mean?" He barked down to her, leaned closer to her in that booth, and grinned at the spark he saw snap into her eye. Instead of rewarding him with the smack of her exceptionally well chosen words - she'd always had a tongue sharper than anything he could think of - she returned her eyes to the small form uncomfortably lingering next to the woman and her red haired friend. "I'm just wondering if she'll beat your record, Buck." The girl sighed as she put her drink down and rested her empty hands on her lap. "Not that it'd be the hardest thing to beat. I mean, the longest you've kept a girl by your side's been what? A week and a half, two at most?" "Don't you make me sound to be a player! She'll up and leave me faster than that floating car broke down earlier!" He had to really strain his ear to catch the soft, wind chime of a giggle that came from his friend next to him. "Well shouldn't you be up there with her, then? Now if I were ever taken on a date, I'd be darned if he wasn't spending time with me!" Bucky, at that, let out an exasperated sigh, smacked his lips, and flicked his wrist at the girl. "I couldn't leave you alone at the table." He flicked his head in the direction of the greasy haired man that'd been eying his friend the entire time they were there, "I wouldn't want the vultures swoopin’ in, lookin for a meal." 

"He couldn't say a word to me over this music no matter how hard he tried Bucky. I'm deaf as a doorknob here!" She whined, patting her hand over her pretty locks of hair. He smiled warmly at the pout the girl wore while she was in that joint... He knew she hated to be in such loud, crowded places, but Bucky just couldn't stand it if he didn't spend his last day in Brooklyn with his best friend and the girl he adored more than his mother's pies on a summer afternoon. A tray slapped down onto the table, filled with fries and every other type of ungodly food, and one little thing of ranch and carrots for the tiny framed man scowling at the two; both smiled warmly and sweetly up to him. "Bucky, you bring (Y/n) and I along to the most expensive diners in town to impress these girls you like to swing around with and frankly I am quite tired of it. It's eating us out of house and home!" Steve cried, motioning to his wide eyed sister. She merely laughed and pulled her older brother down by his sleeve. "Stevie don't you worry about something so measly as that! Tonight is the last night we get with Sergeant Barnes before he's off to be a hero, so we best make the most of it! Now hand me those fries I feel like I'll pass out if I go any longer without food." Her brother shoved them to her, lecturing her about how unhealthy they were to eat. "You alright there, doll?" Bucky asked the red cheeked girl, evaluating everything that was off about her that night. He'd been taking notes since he first laid eyes on her from that staircase all the way up to that moment, when it'd become too much for him to ignore anymore. Her lips were pulled down at the corners rather than resting lazily in a smile... Her eyes kept getting lost in thought while staring at nothing in particular. She'd take up her skirts in her fists or clench them together until her knuckles were white in her lap. Her shoulders were slouched when she'd usually hold them back in a confident manner... And he just couldn't help that knocking on his gut that (Y/n) just wasn't feeling well at all. In response, the girl hesitated before popping the fry in her mouth. Her eyes were kept on her hands for an alarmingly long time, and neither of those men failed to catch on to that. After she swallowed that fry, however, she beamed up to him with a smile brighter than any sun, and one that was even faker than any plastic he'd seen; it made him sick to his stomach if he was honest. "I'm dandy as a dandelion!" Steve's skin crawled with the cold lie that came from her lips. "Please don't lie like that, Y/n... It makes me uncomfortable." Bucky sighed with a smile. Her lips pursed in disappointment. "I've been just fine, right, Steve?" She looked to her brother expectantly; his answer less than satisfied the girl now glaring at her brother after the words, "No, Y/n, you've not been. A moping mess slouching around the apartment is what you've been." Came out of his mouth mindlessly. Bucky laughed heartily at the betrayed look that came from his friend. Silfishly, his thoughts began roaming about what could be knocking her so off the mark... And he ventured that perhaps it was him bringing yet another girl with them - she'd always acted a little like that when he did, but never so drastically - and even worse than that, he thought it may have to do with him leaving tomorrow in the morning. Silence rang between the three figures at the table, one carelessly snapping away at carrots, one taking preoccupied, nervous sips of her drinks, and the last staring very intensely at the other. "It's gotten pretty stuffy in here." Steve commented. Y/n nodded in agreement very quickly. "Let's go for a walk, then." Bucky suggested to the two, who gladly began gathering their things to get out of there as fast as they could. "I'll go get-" "They left. Said something about having a curfew, and told me to tell you they had a good time and would write ya." Bucky's mouth drew into a thin line. That was- "How rude!" Y/n screeched as she snatched her purse from the leather booth and stormed between them directly towards the door. "Any person with even a little bit of decency would've said goodbye themselves! For shame! Those young ladies were a bad pick on your part Barnes! And don't you say I didn't tell you so!" She was on a rant just a little ways in front of the two meandering men, both offering her warm smirks. She was a rather passive woman, until someone lit her wick and she exploded like the firecracker she was. "Say, Buck... When're you gonna tell her?" Steve leaned closer to his friend and kept his voice low so the woman in front of them couldn't hear. "Tell' er what?" Bucky stuffed his hands into his uniform pockets and looked back to the flailing woman in front of him. "Tell her that you like her?" His feet stopped moving, and so did his lungs. Like her? Like her! His wide blue eyes turned onto his friends, his mouth open and looking for the words to say to him. "I... I have no idea what you're talking about!" He coughed as he moved to catch up to Steve. A nice laugh left his friend. "Well, I just thought that maybe since you invited her everywhere, watched her every little move, smiled at everything she did, stood so close to her, found random excuses to touch her... Ya know, that you'd maybe like her... Maybe..." Steve raised his eyebrow at him before continuing his interogation, "Love her even?" "Even if I did, Steve, nothings gonna turn of it." "Why?" "I'm off to war. She's here. Plus... Y/n's your little sister. I'd hate to offend you." "Offend me! You? You're my best friend!" Steve rammed his boney elbow into Bucky's rib cage. "There's not a better man I know, and no one I'd trust her more with. Besides... There's not a man she loves and treasures more than you, Buck." Silence rumbled between the two. One having a revalation, the other painfully tired of watching the two love birds dance around each other and avoid every chance to make a move. "Other than me, of course." The blonde added. Bucky let out a loud laugh. At that, the girl locked her fiery eyes on the soldier. "Something funny, Barnes?" "Not at all!" She remained in her spot while he stepped dangerously close to her; instead of backing down she remained firm in her spot, raised her chin, and narrowed her eyes playfully. "You might not be a Sergeant mister but I'll still take ya!" She challenged. Bucky grinned as he leaned down a little closer to her. "Yeah? What'll you do about it, doll?" She was going to bite back at the brunette but Steve called down to the two from the doorway. "I'm going in. I'll catch a cold if I dilly out here much longer. I'll see you in the morning, Buck. Come inside soon, Y/n, can't have you getting a cold either." With that, his small frame was gone from view. The girl stepped up the stairs a little while Bucky stared in wonder; did she truly love him? She must've felt his eyes on her, because she snapped around and leaned to catch his darting blue eyes. "It's everything alright Bucky?" "Peachy!" She raised her brow as she tightened her folded hands on the handles of her purse and watched him intensely. "It's cold out!" He blurted nervously, messing with the hat on his head. "You got assigned to day, right?" Her voice had taken on a much softer chime. Bucky let out a loud breath through his nose. He nodded as he tried to ignore the burning beginning in his upper abdomen. "107th." He answered. "Steve got in too... Special circumstances he says." She quietly mumbled as she kicked the toe of her black heel on the step. It didn't take much examining for Bucky to notice the glazed look taking over in her downcast eyes. Bucky, without thinking much - he never did when it came to Y/n - took a few steps up to her and put his hand on her chin. "I'll protect him with everything I have, Y/n. Always have. Always will." She stared up at him, and he could see she was trying to steel her quivering lip. She nodded and sighed after she gazed into his eyes a little longer before she took her chin from his grip and walked the rest of the way to her door. But she stopped, and Bucky was still there watching her go. "And what about you, James?" She quietly asked. His chest was swarmed with warmth; because of anxiety about the morning or the concern dripping from her eyes, he didn't know. She brought her eyes to his again, "Who will protect you? Will you come back to me, James?" Her voice cracked. It broke his heart to see how petrified she was to see both of them go in the morning. "I promise I'll make it back to you, and with Steve right next to me." She clenched her jaw. "You better, James Buchanan Barnes. You better." She grabbed the door, but hesitated again. He didn't have much time to react other than to draw in a quick breath as she descended the stairs and pressed her lips to his gently. He felt the tremble in hers. Faster than it started, she pulled away... It was a shame he didn't have time to pull her closer. "You make sure you keep that promise. Good night, Bucky." She whispered before she scrambled into her apartment with red cheeks. He stood on those wet steps, staring at where Y/n was, until the cold of the damp night began to shiver in through his sleeves. He'd prayed several times since that night that it wasn't the last time he'd see her beautiful eyes or feel those soft lips - even though she'd chew on them when she was nervous or stressed, he noticed - and carried her picture in his pocket during every battle. He'd come to terms with forgetting everything else about Brooklyn, but not her. He'd forget the sound of dance music, or the echo of music from a cars radio as it passed by, and even the taste of seasoned food... But not Y/n. Her eyes were locked in his mind forever, until they scrambled his memories and finally took her away from him after twenty years.

He let out a sob that was dangerously close to a scream. His friend, the one he only just reunited with, was trembling; it's so out of his character that even Tony zips his mouth shut. Steve clenches his jaw, still trying to comprehend what's standing before him. Y/n should be older now. With white hair and laugh lines, grandchildren dancing around her, apple pies steaming on her counter. But still with those vibrant green eyes, still waiting for them to come home with a smile on her lips. So why are her eyes so dull? Why is her skin wrinkle free, her pink lips in a frown, hair dirty but still deep with color. Why is there a gun in her hand? Why is it pointed at Steve's chest? On her uniform - black and tight on her strong body - burned a symbol that made Bucky want to vomit... "Y/n..." Steve whines, not thinking -maybe even not strong enough - to raise his shield to her; his little sister would never hurt him. Falcon has to step between the blonde and the storm of bullets Y/n’s letting loose from her gun. One set of blue eyes fall vacant, and the other venomous with rage; Steve has lost his final comfort of believing that at least his little sister had a chance, and Bucky can't stop asking himself that same damn questions: How long was she tortured in the same building, in the same way as him? How many times did she cry for him? For Steve? How long did it take for her to break? If he were stronger... If he fought back, could he have saved her? It rattled him to the core that she had endured such horrors, and all of it done just under his nose. Bucky blocks a small punch from the small girl - discovering her to be considerably strong - and searches to catch her eyes. He shamelessly lets his lip contort as he watches those vacant eyes, searching his in confusion; will he ever be able to get her eyes back to the one's he loves?

[amosbarot]

( cismale ) haven’t seen AMOS BAROT around in a while. the DEV PATEL lookalike has been known to be (+) INSOUCIANT & (+) KEEN, but HE can also be (-) TROUBLED & (-) DERISIVE. The 24 year old is a SENIOR majoring in COMPUTER ENGINEERING. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( james. 20. EST. she/they. )

hello !! here is my other baby, who is...somehow, more of a mess than naeva !! no dilly dally, let’s jump right into it !!

TW: drug addiction/abuse, car accident. mental illness. 

a e s t h e t i c s ( except i am a sham of a person and sorta very much forgot to save my aesthetics so ! winging it ! )

floral suits and a light air of mock-arrogance, charming smiles and a mischievous glint, easy sarcasm and raised eyebrows. rolling joints resembling cigars, smoke drifting towards ceilings as conspiratorial rambles escape intoxicated lips,  wild gestures and toppled book stacks, four expresso shots at the stroke of midnight and equations leading off whiteboards. heavy eye bags and warm smiles, dismissive words and excuses. sleepwalking to the middle of the quad for the third time that week, donning white boxers littered with red hearts...again. secret glances and barely contained excitement, distractions from the obvious.

general info !!

full name: amos ronak barot

nickname(s): n/a !!

b.o.d. - january 17th, 24 yrs old, capricorn

label(s): the academic, the ebullient, the fallen, the icarcian.

height: 6′2″

hometown: london, uk ooo fancy

sexuality: wildly. chaotically. bisexual.

his stats can be found HERE

and his pinterest can be found HERE !

biography

introducing...another one of indira’s cousins !!!! 

born to olena barot, member of the american embassy in london/future U.S. ambassador to the UK and ronak barot, CEO of his very own computer company. needless to say, he and his younger sister alya were born into a certain wealth

they hopped between the US and the UK and wherever else they desired to go on vacation to with ease; UK for school and US for breaks, rome or paris or wherever else, simply whenever.

despite this though !! olena and ronak had always wanted their children to find their own success, to be financially stable without their assistance once they got older. therefore, it was a known fact in their household that they’d be cut off financially by the time they were 21.

luckily, neither of them really minded this? both children had always had an extreme thirst for knowledge and a wonder for things. even so--their childhood wasn’t quite typical, as their competitive natures led to them trying to one-up each other?

alya and amos grew up extremely close to each other, being so close in age it really didn’t feel as if she was the younger sibling; they were more like twins than anything. obviously, amos still gloated about being the eldest, but their bond was tight.

there were moments in their childhood where if anybody, and i mean anybody--spoke ill of alya, amos would get into physical alterations. he’s much more peaceful now, but the history is still there.

by the time amos entered sixth form, his studies were--while still very important to him--less frequent. he’d go out nearly every night, gone whole weekends, partying or being a general hooligan. 

alya, however, did not partake in these activities. this is where they differed--amos had always been an extrovert, fond of crowds and people and being in the center of it all. causing ruckus. wrecking havoc. alya’s always been...reserved, in the best way possible. few knew just what a gem she was, but she really was to be treasured. even so--the less time amos seemed to spend at home, the more distant alya became towards him.

but, surprise: despite being literally, incredibly smart, amos got BIG DUMBASS ENERGY and was very very oblivious to the why and how of this. which really, really did not help.

unfortunately, there wasn’t any time to dwell about this.

around the same time, tragedy struck the barot family.

after one of his lil’ runabouts, amos came home to find furniture being escorted out of their house, police--his sister crying, his mother ashamed, his father nowhere to be found. 

and soon after, amos found out that his father was arrested for a scandal that sent many into a tizzy. essentially: the company fucked over their own customers via stealing their info, committing some fraud, y’know, credit cards and social security numbers, sellin’ it. just. some nasty white collar crime.

it also wound up fucking up olena’s newly acquired position as the US ambassador for the UK. she was released from the embassy during ronak’s trials.

he ultimately wound up in prison, and olena moved their family back to the U.S.

and amos--being the big dumb baby he is, figured the best thing to do was to pretend it hadn’t bothered him one bit! so he did exactly that!

i imagine that they moved close to indira’s family, and amos spent a lot of time with her from there then.

however, in between pretending things were fine and dandy, and home life, and the drag and pull of parties, anxiety weighed down amos’ bones like...constantly. his family was now, essentially, poor with a mass debt thanks to their father. the expectations for amos to do good, to be better--the fall of amos’ biggest role model.

it was all too much. anxiety attacks became frequent, provoked by the slightest thing--he could only lay awake at night, sleep infrequent. he was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and insomnia, and treated for both--some days it still doesn’t feel like enough.

getting a scholarship to lockwood is probably the best thing to happen to him in a long time. it was a new look into a potential future.

got into the uh...career, of sorts, of doing people’s assignments for them for a hefty payment, alongside his normal job. just to make sure he had spending money and whatnot.

involving tatiana: their friendship bloomed after he did a few assignments for her, y’see--then came the midnight adventures, and whatnot. i wouldn’t have called them close by any means, but they had fun together when they weren’t arguing. their friendship ended after a pretty bad car accident--neither were fatally hurt, but the car was wrecked and it was amos’ fault and it just. sorta was the end of that.

he’s got a...reliability on his sleeping pills, if you will. it’s not healthy in the slightest, but he’s convinced it’s nothing serious. it’s pretty serious.

his eyesight is also getting worse--expected to become legally blind by the time he’s forty.

more on those l8r

personality

there’s a lot of words you can use to describe amos! pretentious, sarcastic, provoking, hardly ever serious, immature, petty, Just Like That, full of himself, smartass, big dumbass energy. y’know. just an infinite amount.

he can be so dramatic! everything he does is exaggerated. he rolls cigar-sized joints at every party. goes around with a horrible ‘20s mobster voice, voicing his lil’ conspiracies.

it’s both hard and very easy to forget that amos graduated as valedictorian of his high school (stealing it, from somebody else--i should mention, as he came in halfway thru the year and kinda just. snatched the title.) because he can be a real idiot sometimes.

because he tries to hard to mask his insecurities, he overcompensates with just. being childish. he’s fun to be around but sometimes he can just be. exhausting.

so like, he went into computer engineering because that was just sorta what he always wanted to do? besides programming? he really wanted to take after his father--but with him being in jail and whatnot, kinda puts a damper to that dream. still, he can’t stop.

so he’s just. really good with computers tbh?? built his own, programmed his own firewall. his dream is to open his own cybersecurity company.

VERY STRESSED LIKE CONSTANTLY like catch him in the library with six empty coffee cups surrounding his work, it’s 2am--he hasn’t slept, in fact his eyes are likely taped opened. he works a lot.

but parties...a lot more! he tries rly hard to not mix his medication with anything so that leads to him...not always taking it, or overcompensating when he misses. it’s a mess. he’s a mess. he thinks he knows what he’s doing but he’s NOT.

i think...i’d consider him lovable. he’s a lil eccentric, a lil high energy.

LOVES HIS FAMILY. like, listen. he still loves his dad. would protect his cousins and sister and mother with his mf life.

alya and him aren’t on the...best terms rn. so that Hurts.

he can be really petty tbh ?? like he can’t take arguments seriously so he just becomes this fucking manchild. he will mimic u. he’ll mock u. he can be hurtful.

god...i don’t even know what else to say. just take him TAKE HIM

wanted connections

as always, i am a big slut for every connection.

give him his Lads. his buds. his pals. his broskis. his bromances.

ride or die(s)

people he tutors !! people whose work he does for them !!

somebody who goes to him b/c of computer troubles n he’s just like...r u going to pay me or nah

high school friends??

party pals??

his sister may become a WC in the future but idk quite yet, we do stan her though !!

drug dealer pls n thank

ex friends ?? fake friends ?? toxic friends ??

bad influences ?? good influences ??

hook ups ?? like a lot of ‘em ??

confidante ?? just somebody he can. rant to.

academic rival just b/c i really love intense study-offs

enemies for whatever reason ??

exes ??

particularly this one ex he was really, really in love w/ but life just got really stressful and idk it affected their relationship and they sorta just. ended it. idk who ended it w/ who but it probably wasn’t mutual and he’s probably really still hung up about it. 

i mean i’ll take...anything...did they run into each other once and now just see each other everywhere??

unrequited things??

really cute close friendships??

[gluttons-for-punishment]

The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke by Richard Dadd

The fairy folk have gathered round the new moon shine To see the feller crack a nut at night's noon time To swing his axe he swears, as it climbs he dares To deliver the master-stroke

Ploughman, "Waggoner Will", and types Politician with senatorial pipe - he's a dilly-dally-o Pedagogue squinting, wears a frown And the satyr peers under lady's gown, dirty fellow What a dirty laddio Tatterdemalion and a junketer There's a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter - he's my hero Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend The nymph in yellow "can we see the Master-Stroke" What a quaere fellow

Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy Waiting to hear the sound And the arch-magician presides He is the leader Oberon and Titania watched by a harridan Mab is the queen and there's a good apothecary-man Come to say hello Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend The nymph in yellow What a quaere fellow The ostler stares with hands on his knees Come on Mr Feller, crack it open if you please

Lyrics by Freddie.