#maybe he didn't wanna talk about legacies in the last seasons

[landonkirbyappreciation]

Aria’s play is providing more content and interviews of him than the last half of legacies did, it’s about time someone acknowledged him and let him speak.

[spookystarfishzombie]

Just a little 'hello & welcome to my blog' post.

Most people have a pinned introduction post & I thought I should probably get on that. This will also double up as a FAQ post too.

Also, if you wanna buy me tea, you can -> (green tea of course)

First & foremost: FREE PALESTINE! I won't hear any different, go argue with a wall (no it's not performative, as I have been accused of in the past (all because I criticised an actor), I've attended marches, signed petitions, written to my local MPs, attended meetings & help set up fund raising events, so fuck off with your 'performative activism' buzz words, I'm not here for it). As I run a Stranger Things page, it's worth noting that I do not support the zi0nists in the show, most notably No*h Schnapp (tagged as 'he who shall not be named) & Br*tt Gelman (tagged as 'other he who shall not be named'. I honestly think he's down right insane). If you are one of these people that venomously supports them then this page isn't for you. You're not welcome here. And since some children in the fandom can't tell the difference between criticism and hatred, I don't hate these people (well maybe Gelman because he's actively causing my community a terrible reputation), I hope that through education and compassion they see how wrong & hurtful their words have been. Thankfully, I've been educated my whole life about isr*el through the Holocaust legacy we have in our family, my great grandmother having survived it and actively fought against the idea of isr*el, how it's just going end up brainwashing so many youths into thinking they can just turf indigenous people from their literal homes. I've unfortunately been to isr*el when I was a child because my dead beat father seemed to think it was a good idea, even if my beloved great-grandmother pleaded with him not to. Luckily my mom did the right thing and left him and my step-father has been great. He used to blindly support isr*el until he finally educated himself and has felt terrible that this was his mindset for so long. Change can happen, but you need to detangle yourself from isr*el's cluthes and realise that it's more important to protect the real indigenous people of Palestine. Listen to the Rabbi's out in the streets, protesting. Listen to the Jewish Community when we tell you that Zi0nism is a dangerous thing that has weaponised Judaism and played the victim to use as a shield ... okay that got heavy. Moving on!!!!!

Secondly, Hi, I'm Kay (she/her), I'm a veteran of Tumblr, unfortunately. I love watching films, I love to draw, read and have green fingers, yes I'm a plant mama, I just love plants. My prized plant is my monstera because she started off so small & now she's doubled in size. So happy! I also put the B in LGBTQ, I'm very proud of the bi community & love being part of it (biphobes, especially within the queer community, are truly baffling to me - so take your biphobia elsewhere, or better yet, you know, educate yourself? It's not a hard thing to do). I also have crippling anxiety and I'm irritatingly shy, I wish I wasn't but I've always been shy, so if you want to talk to me, you're going to have to be the one to reach out otherwise I'm radio silent (I'm working on it). I'm a millennial, so if you're a minor, sorry, I won't be forging friendships. But you're awsome, just know that!

I used to have Texts From Last Night (TFLN) blog for Stranger Things a few years back that was basically the same as this blog (except back then I had thousands of followers *sigh*). I deleted it because a) people were annoying about it, b) people didn't seem to understand that this wasn't to be taken seriously and c) I got chased off the site because apparently labelling Mike as bi was a death sentence. I said fuck it, and deleted. I started it around when season 2 came out & deleted just before season 4. But I'm hoping the fandom is a little more mature now & I can start up with a fresh, new Stranger Things TFLN blog again, mainly because I miss making edits. Making edits helps take my focus off my anxiety. Yay anxiety.

I take texts from the site Texts From Last Night (it's no longer being maintained, unfortunately), then I take screencaps from my own laptop or from a site called screencapped, then throw it altogether (if you want to look at the site for yourself, just a trigger warning, some of the texts are either gross or bigoted - so just a heads up, I obviously filter out those ones from my blog, I don't want that on here).

I do sometimes edit the original TFLN to fit the screencap, so if the original TFLN mentions a name, I'll change the name to say, for example, Lucas or Nancy. I'll change it if it includes ages & place names too, just to fit with Stranger Things. I also sometimes add my own Text to make it flow smoother, for example this one with Steve & Eddie (the post), the original TFLN only had the 'Eddie' part but I didn't think it flowed well, so I made up a 'Steve' text with a made up area code, so it made more sense that 'Eddie' was responding to 'Steve' rather than just having it as a stand alone text (I really over-complicate my descriptions, huh?).

The numbers on the posts are area codes, and the texts aren't colour coded, I just use what ever colour stands out against the background. I also don't do it by ships; I'll find a text that I think is funny and find a screencap that roughly matches up, so please don't request ship/character posts. I'll maybe do submissions at a later date, where you can send in your funny texts but right now, I'm just making my way through the TFLN site.

Not a particularly interesting introduction post but there you go. I ain't got much to say, I guess. But I will say thanks for your support so far on here, you guys seem to be enjoying the posts and that's all that really matters. Much love!

Kay

x

[piinksdoll]

→ [Jealousy Jealousy | Bang Chan]

Pairing~ Bang Chan x model/actress!Reader

Genre~ fluff/angst

Word Count~ 1.2k

Warnings~ none

I know that beauty is not my lack But it feels like that weight is on my back And I can't let it go

[Y/N DICAPRIO WINS EMMY FOR MEDIOCARE ACTING] [Y/N DICAPRIO GAINING WEIGHT?] [Y/N DICAPRIO SEEN IN A CHANEL DRESS FROM LAST SEASON] Y/n sighed as she read the recent headlines of her. She looked up in the mirror at herself staring at her body wondering what other imperfection they're going to point out next. She had always felt insecure being that her mother is Angelina Jolie and being compared to her starting at a young age had taken a toll on her mental health. When she started acting, she was being compared to he father, Leonardo Dicaprio, and many critics had said she would never live up to her father's legacy which made her very insecure in her acting. Every day she became less and less confident in all aspects of herself. Though she knows that she is conventionally attractive and fits into the beauty standards, people still for a way to put that weight on her back. Bang Chan and Y/n have been dating for 2 years and they are finally coming out about their relationship because they think their fans should know they're both in a committed long-term relationship. Most stays were ecstatic that Chan had found love with someone who loves him just as much as were Y/n's fans. However, there were still some jealous fans from both sides who thought that Y/n didn't deserve Chan and vice versa. A lot of fans said that Chan could do better and that if he was going to go for a Hollywood actress, he should've gone for someone talented. She threw her phone across the room and sat on her bed wondering what she did wrong when Chan walked into the room.

I think, I think too much 'Bout kids who don't know me

He went and sat beside her when he started to talk. "Y/n/n, doll are you ok?" Chan asked Y/n worriedly "Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine why?" she tried to hide the hurt in her voice but failed and he noticed. "Don't lie to me. You've been reading those comments haven't you?" she couldn't think of an excuse and even if she did, Chan would see right through her. "Maybe," Y/n replied not knowing what else to say. "Why would you do that to yourself. Why do you think so much about people who don't know you?" He wondered why someone so amazing would let themselves go through that type of hurt. She decided to tell him how she really feels. "I know that beauty is not my lack, but it still feels like that weight is on my back and I can't let it go." Chan kissed her forehead softly Y/n smiled at him thinking 'how can someone so perfect love me?' He looked at her lovingly wishing she could see herself the way he sees her. "All the people saying how you're not enough and you don't deserve the achievements you're making, cant see the amount of hard work you put into them. They don't know how much effort you put into yourself trying to make yourself perfect for them. They will never know. Please don't listen to them, because they don't deserve you." He pulled her into a hug as he kissed the top of her head. They pulled away from each other. She kissed his lips softly. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I did to deserve you Channie. I love you so much." She felt tears well up in her eyes as she spoke. "Don't cry sweetheart, I love you so much. I'm so glad I'm yours and you're mine." He wiped her tears and the two sat hugging each other for a while. Y/n felt the happiest she had felt in months just sitting there with Chan. He could feel her heartbeat calm down as the two sat in comfortable silence for a while. The two ended up falling asleep for a while.

In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you

2 hours later Chan woke up and checked the time, it was 8 pm. He gently shook Y/n to try and wake her up. When she started waking up he spoke softly to her. "Y/n/n? Wake up doll, I have a surprise for you." She rubbed her eyes trying to wake up, "What?" she asked him. "I can tell you but get ready sweetheart, I'm taking you out. Wear something fancy." He got up and looked back at her sitting and pulled her onto her feet and off the bed. "But why?" Y/n asked, not knowing why he would do this. "Because I could. Also because we haven't gone on date in a while and I'm leaving to go back to Korea in 2 days so I want to spend the time I have with you." He smiled at her. She gave him a quick kiss and went off to get ready leaving Chan wondering 'how could she possibly believe anything those internet trolls say?' Once Y/n was done getting ready she went downstairs to find Chan waiting for her near the front door. He looked unbelievable in his all-black 3 pice YSL suit. He eyed Y/n up and down taking in how beautiful she looked. "You're so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?" he said to her. She looked down blushing at his compliment. He moved her face up by her chin staring at her lovingly. He held her with one hand on her waist and one holding her face. "I love you." Y/n said to him "I love you too, let's go doll." The pair head off to the restaurant Chan had picked out. They went in Y/n's car her father had bought her, a White Bugatti Chiron, and when they arrived there were already paparazzi and fans waiting for the two. The flashes from the cameras and the screaming fans were very overwhelming for both of them. While they were eating the two took pictures together and their food. Both of them left and went home. Before they went to sleep Y/n edited the pictures they had taken during their date and posted them on her Instagram. Not thinking much about it she went to bed with Chan. When they woke up, while Chan was in the shower Y/n checked the comments on her last post. @lovestay_ot8: I wanna be you so bad @queen_y/nedits: You've got a pretty face and a pretty boyfriend you have the most perfect life @bangchan_enthusiast: Bet you're in your daddies nice car @lovey/n: you guys are actually living the life Y/n felt strangely uneasy reading the comments. Wondering why anyone would think her life was even remotely perfect.

All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losin' it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Later that day she decided to go on IG live with Chan. While they were on live Y/n started reading comments. @y/n_angel: when I look at her all I see is what I should be @stanskz: you guys seem so happy @beautiful_y/n: y/n's so prettyyy Chan looked at Y/n and signalled for her to end the live because he wanted to talk to her. "Ok, guys we're going to go now bye, love you guys." She shut off the live and asked Chan what's wrong. "Did you see the comments?" he smiled at her "Yah I did." she replied "See what I mean, stays are starting to love you and I think you fans are starting to like me. We're going to be ok doll." Y/n smiled at him knowing he was right and that they were going to be ok.

[generallybarzy]

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an: ahhh! my semester ends in 3 days so i should be doing missing assignments but instead i’m writing a fic about the isles won tonight!!!! Almosy 2k in 2hours I'm proud of myself!!! But mostly proud of the isles let’s go my babies i’m so proud!!!!!!!! Here's a fic about rewarding barzy with some soft sweet lovin after his game!!

tagging: @selenophileangel @deleausvp @dunnwithlyfe @smit41 @softboybarzal @fallinallincurls @matbaerzal @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @hockeyhughes11 @folkloreflyers @nazdaddy @shawnsreputation @comphybiscuit @aboveaveragehockeyboys @canadianheaters @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @baby-cat-nol-pat

word count: 1.9k

warning: smut 

Mat missed this.

No matter how many times he stepped on the ice over the off season to stay in shape, or how many hockey games he played just for fun with his buddies in B.C., nothing could compare to the adrenaline of the real game. And certain games especially- such as playoff games and opening night. Opening night always set a precedent for the rest of the season; a good opening night was a great way to predict the season, and a great opening night… well, that was a great sign. Mat had missed this so much.

But, more than he missed the game, there was something he missed much, much more. Something almost better than the thrill of the game itself- coming home. Getting to come home after a win and seeing you. His girl. 

For a long time, Mat dreaded coming home alone after games. He’d stay out with his buddies as long as he could to revel in the excitement of the win and to feel the glory, maybe find some girls that would spend the night talking about how amazing he is, how much of a star he is, before he brought them to his apartment for the night and had them leaving before he even woke, early in the morning. But now, he didn’t have to do that anymore. No, he loved to come home. Because you were there. If you weren’t at the game with him, you were always there, waiting and ready to jump in his arms and congratulate him the second he stepped in the door.

The second the elevator opened on his floor of the building, he could see you standing in the doorway to his apartment, donned in his jersey and a pair of sweats, eyes locked on your phone. Your eyes shot up at the ding of the elevator that marked Mat’s arrival, and immediately, a smile brightened your face. Oh, how Mat loved the way he could always make you smile. 

“Baby!”

“Baby!” he mimicked with a smile as bright as yours, holding out his arms for you as you bounced over to him, giddy and excited.

“Baby!!!” With one last laugh, you tossed yourself onto him, and Mat caught you with ease, familiar with this post-game routine. His arms tightened around your back and tugged you close, and your legs wrapped around his waist. “You were amazing! My star!! My baby!!” His beautiful little giggles escaped his lips as you peppered kisses all over his cheeks, and soon he was setting you down. 

“Let’s get inside.” 

You grabbed his hand and nearly dashed inside, leaving Mat to chuckle and follow quickly, closing the door behind himself and dropping his backpack at the door before being pulled back down into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his shoulder, holding him tight and curling your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. You stayed like that for a moment, tangled up in each other in the entrance to his apartment, his hands on your waist and his nose in your hair, just enjoying each other’s presence, the comfort of your bodies touching in such a wholesome way, before you tugged his face down by his hair and lay your lips on him in congratulations.

“You’re so amazing, Maty. You did amazing tonight. It was crazy to watch.” You continued to pepper kisses across his face, his cheeks, the little cut he’d gotten during training, his cute chin, his nose, there wasn’t a part of him you didn't love. “You’re such a star baby, God. First it was your new contract and now tonight’s opener? God, I’m so proud of you. Couldn’t be more proud. I love you so much.”

He pulled back, a smile in his eyes when he saw the honesty in yours. His heart throbbed at the thought of making you proud. “I love you. Thank you for watching.”

“I always watch.” 

“Yeah? You’re my good luck charm.” 

“Yeah?” 

He gripped your waist tighter, sliding his big hands up the back of the jersey you were wearing, over his number, over his name- the name you wore so proudly. “Yeah.” 

“And you’re my star. My gleaming, beautiful star.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Now, let’s get you out of this suit, okay? Then I can really reward you for how amazing you are.” 

“Yes, please.” 

This was something else Mat missed about the season, the way your hands- so small and gentle compared to his own, compared to how he’d been playing all night- traveled across his body as you undressed him, stripped him down to his boxers and laid him out on the bed. He loved the way you kissed down his chest and thighs and told him to lay back and get comfy- you were loving him like he deserved. He loved it so much, the intimacy, the praise, the sweet talk. You had still done this for him over the off season, of course you had, but there was just something about getting back from a game and getting his reward that he had just missed so much. 

God, he’d missed his post-win blow.

He let his eyes slip shut and his head fall back against the pillow as you kissed his legs and tugged the last piece of fabric down this thighs. “I love your legs, Maty. So strong, they make you so fast, so good at what you do… and they’re hot as fuck.” You kissed all the way up his high and over his hip bones. “You’re hips, God, you can set a rhythm, if you know what I mean.” 

He laughed. “You can’t say ‘if you know what i mean’ if you’re literally about to blow me.” 

“Why not?” Mat just smiled again as you kissed up his stomach and chest, mumbling praises as you went. You curled your fingers through his and brought his hand up to your lips, and he opened his eyes slowly to watch you lay a kiss on each knuckle, gentle and soft. “I love your hands, the way you’re so skilled with them, during games you have all these amazing stick maneuvers, like that goal tonight. I know that was all for me. And you’re so skilled at touching me. It’s amazing.” 

“Mmm.” Mat was almost drowsy, the way you touched him and kissed him pulling him into a trance. “I’ll show you some of those skills later.” 

“The ones you use on the stick or on me?”

He laughed again. “Both.”

“After this, baby. I wanna reward you first. My star. My baby, my talented, sweet boy.” You planted one last kiss on his lips before scooting back down to his hips where his desire was aching for you. Your bottom lip tugged between your teeth like it did whenever you saw him, and Mat swore he could’ve come at just the sight. Your fingers rubbed slow circles against his naked hips as you pressed kisses up his length and finally- Mat thought- finally took him into your mouth. A soft moan fell from Mat’s lips, a breath of pleasure, a sigh of relief at the feeling of your lips around him- he would never get over it. You took your time, drawing out his pleasure as much as you could, but never holding anything back from him. This was his night, after all. He deserved this. 

The build up was slow, slow and soft and gentle as ever, starting low in his tummy and growing stronger and stronger by the second. It wasn’t the normal orgasm he’d have when he was on top, where he’d have to work for it, but one that built up and up and up that he got the pleasure of getting to lay back and experience it’s entirety- making it feel even more drawn out. Usually he’d be too busy to notice it until he was practically coming already, but now he could savor it, all the way from the little spark inside him to the rumbling fire that erupted. 

“Baby.” His hand came down to stroke your face.

“Maty,” You pulled back to praise him, laying wet kisses along his length. “I love you. You’re so amazing, so talented. You’re so talented, beautiful, sweet.”

“Baby!”  

“Let go, my sweet boy. Don’t hold back, you deserve it. You deserve it all, the awards, the contract, the 21 million, the star of the game, the attention. God, you deserve it all. And most of all, you deserve to come. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?” 

“Shit. I love you!” His mouth fell open in a string of praises, and his head dropped back again as your lips wrapped around him one last time before he erupted, thighs trembling and hands gripping yours like a life line. The groans that left his lips were some you’d never forget, how needy and desperate they were, how thankful he was to get his relief. He was breathing deeply in the aftermath of his orgasm, listening to your soft praise as you wiped your slick hand on his abdomen, vowing to drag him to the shower later to clean up. 

“C’mere, please.” He urged you to crawl up his body, pushing your hair behind your ear and pulling your down to cuddle against him, holding your body close and letting you feel him clam back to softness- both mentally and physically. He rolled to his side, keeping you tucked against his naked body and laying kisses across your face, just wanting to savor this moment for a few minutes longer. He was always so cuddling after coming, and you always found it so cute. Soon, his whisper broke the warm silence. “Did you mean what you said?”

“About?”

“Me. What I deserve.” 

“Baby.” You lifted a hand to stroke through his hair, knowing exactly what he needed. “You’re so good at what you do, I’m not kidding. And this new contract, it’s amazing for you. Tonight just showed everyone who doubted you just how great you are. How you’re worth it. And I swear, years from now, you’ll be playing with some new kids on the Islanders who grew up watching you, who grew up wanting to be like you. You’re building a legacy right now.” 

A flush lit up his face at the thought and a hopeful grin broke across his lips. With sleepy-half lidded eyes, he sighed. “I love you.” 

“Hm. Not more than I love you, star.”

“Oh no, much more.” 

“Impossible.” 

He just smiled and shook his head, knowing no one was winning this argument. Both of your loves were unmatched, and he was so, so lucky that was the case. 

“You know what else is great about you, Maty? How you’re still such an amazing person. You’re a hockey star, the isles’ golden boy, you have all this money and this fame in the hockey world, but you’re so humble still. You’re modest, you’re down-to-earth. You’re a guy anyone can talk to. I love that about you. It’s not just how talented you are, but it’s you as a person. You’re really going places, one day.” 

“Yeah?” His throat tightened and his words came out harsh and cracking at the thought of that. It was the future he’d always dreamed of. And to be told of it by the girl of his dreams seemed too good to be true. “You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“I hope. And,” he cleared his throat, a little stuffy, but smiling nonetheless. “I want you there for all of them.” And you couldn’t think of any better outcome.

“I can’t wait.”

[jabberjawjade]

So of all the animes/game you have watch/play, give me the characters who give big d*** energy (you can also based yourself on their sprite/picture if you didn't played/watched them yet (ex: miguel)) -Sarah

Oof, alright... let's see here 18+ only

Fictif: Nicky, for sure. I haven't played any other routes except Howie's but he's a soft baby boy 💕 I feel like Sergio counts though from what I've heard. Idk anything about anyone from last legacy or catch me in miami so... sorry. But looking at pictures and considering what I've heard Rime. Even though they're a side character, I saw that one cg. Maybe Miguel?

The Arcana: Asra. Hands down. I haven't played anyone else's route except Asra's and Julian's, I made it halfway through Lucio's but he's all talk and kinda annoying tbh💀

Is It Love: Matt and Daryl 👀 they're twins after all... they have more characters but I'm most familiar with these two thanks to @eddie-katchow

Lovelink: Austin Russo, Sheng Zhao, Tiros Darkmane, and Mamoru Ito. Really wanted to put Min-Jae in here but I don't see it, still love him though 🤧

Attack on Titan: Eren. All day long. He gets on my nerves but he's hot. Erwin and Reiner {fight me, I dare you}

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, duh. Todo, duh. SUKUNA, big duh. I think he has 2 actually 🙇🏾‍♀️ ANYWAYS - oh and he's not in the show but Toji.

Castlevania: Trevor Belmont, of course. I wanna add Alucard but idk bc he's very reserved {understandably so} but I will say his dad, Dracula. I actually just started season 4 and I'm prob forgetting someone 😪

*** I wanted to add some women on her bc 😩 they're so intimidating and powerful: Mai/Nobara from jjk, Carmilla/Sypha from Castlevania, Misaka/Zoe from aot, Vitoria from lovelink

[shewhotellsstories]

I understand the Suyin-Hate, I really do. But you portray Tenzin worse than he actually is.

Tenzin didn't cheat on Lin, at least not in canon, nor did he ask her to babysit his children. He asked her to protect his family, because they are friends and he trusts her. Lin was a good friend in this situation and was not taken advantage of by him or something like that.

The two are definitely not good lovers, but they are good friends. Was the breakup messy? Probably. Did he hurt her in the process? Definitely. But I think Tenzin has tried to make things right with her over the years and he was always very worried about her, like in S1E6 when he warned her about Tarrlok and didn't want her to be hurt during the finale. Or in S1E7, where he was worried that she might lose her job. Or in S1E9, where he scolds her for leaving the hospital to early. Or in S1E10, where he shouts after her, when she jumped of of Oogie.

Yes, Tenzin made mistakes, but at least he tried to stand up for them.

Believe it or not, I don't want to dislike Tenzin. I really don't. He's Katara and Aang's son, that alone makes me want to like him. I tried so hard to put myself in his shoes. I was really into doctor who a while back and the last of your kind(ish) thing is rough. That being said that man got on my nerves. Actually he got in, on and around my nerves as my grandma would say.

Pema tells Korra when she's pining for Mako, who is attached, that she declared her feelings for Tenzin when he was with Lin. It doesn't seem like Lin and Tenzin's long-term goals were compatible and that's fine, but still that's really disrespectful.

If you wanna get technical about it I said he asked her to babysit Pema. That was salty on my part, but I'm annoyed with the lack of consideration for Lin's feelings. That's a big, uncomfortable favor to ask of someone you'd only just started being friends with again after years of estrangement due to you drop-kicking them for a younger woman. But in fairness, some of this situation can be blamed on the writers' limited ideas about womanhood and motherhood.

It doesn’t seem like Tenzin and Lin talked much after they broke up tbh. Tenzin asks Lin to do this very uncomfortable favor and then Pema gets an attitude with her and literally dumps her son in Lin's lap and tells her to give him a bath. It wasn't cute or funny. Save the smoke for your husband. Would it have killed her to show a little respect to the woman who was there to keep her and her children from being murdered? And after all that degradation and a physical fight to protect his family, what does Tenzin do? He yells at Lin for endangering his kids. He doesn't even apologize after Lin explains what happened. Nor does he thank her. Can you understand why I don't have a charitable opinion of Tenzin? Maybe he did love Lin, but the way he treated her post-break up told me he cared for his own comfort a lot more.

Then there's Korra and the Air Nomads. He's a lousy teacher. He's impatient, low-key domineering, dismissive and withholds important info from her which left Korra ill-prepared to be the avatar. It seemed like he learned from his mistakes, but then he repeats them in season three. And I get that he was excited that it wasn't on him alone to repopulate the air nomads but it went right over his head that the new air nomads had lives and cultures of their own they might be attached to.

That's a nice segue into one of my biggest gripes with Tenzin: his lack of consideration for his siblings' feelings. It's not all his fault, unfortunately he seems to be follow Aang's lead on thinking Kya and Bumi weren't a part of Aang's legacy but his whole attitude bothered me. I understand that part of it was likely a defense mechanism, but it was still annoying and made me feel bad for Kya and Bumi. Again I understand that it was Aang's mess and Tenzin didn't deserve all their anger. But his behavior towards them wasn't great either. He didn't mention their existence to the air acolytes either. Tenzin behaved like he was Aang’s only child, but again, he didn’t get that idea from no where.

In the end Tenzin just feels very lacking on the emotional intelligence front. I just always got the impression he wasn't able to put himself in other people's shoes. When you've had it drilled into you from a young age that you're the future of a civilization maybe that's an inevitable consequence, but it was really frustrating to watch.

That got really long but I hope it explains my feelings.

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Oh My God They Were Roommates! Just Roommates

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, smoking, breakdowns and lactose intolerance.

Characters: aro!Bucky ace!Loki (also genderfuid)

Summary: After the end of the Avengers, some kept fighting and some retired. Bucky was too tired to keep going, and he wanted the normal life. But he didn't expect the God of Mischief asking for the same thing

Notes: I made the Bingo! This was so tough to write but I really love the results!

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The Avengers are now in the past, after the Big Battle with Thanos. Some have gone offworld, some keep fighting and some just stop and try to leave a normal life. They are too tired to keep fighting. And Bucky is one of them.

After the battle, and after Steve handed his legacy over Sam, Bucky promised himself a normal and calm life. Sam respected it and asked for no help, even if things go bad. He pays a visit once a week and stays in touch.

Bucky now works in a small coffeeshop, and rents a small apartment. It's simple and cozy, he likes it. And he likes his simple life with his friendly co-workers and nice customers and he even gets laid if he's lucky enough. He falls in love with this kind of life.

One day, on a rainy night of November, he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't bother fetching his metal hand as he crosses the room and opens it.

And he finds Loki outside, wet and shivering. He never liked rain, says that water can compromise his cold resistance.

"Come in, you must be freezing," Bucky opens the door and moves aside. Loki nods and smiles, kicking his boots out after his feet meet the carpet.

And Loki never mentions Asgard. They didn't mention it as much before Ragnarok, but now they act as if it never existed. And suddenly, they make traditional soups.

"Th-thank you…" Loki smiles.

"Don't mention it. Take that thing on, will ya? Settle near the radiator, over the couch, I'll make you something warm to drink, okay?" Bucky replies, pointing at the soaking wet coat Loki's wearing. He makes a small nod and does as he was told, watching Bucky as he fetches his hand and heads to the kitchen. He knows that he shouldn't give him tea or coffee, it's quite late and Loki's an insomniac, so he settles down with chocolate. Well, he has a big sweet tooth, why not enjoy a nice warm cup of chocolate?

He goes back to the couch, smiling just a bit when he sees Loki covered with the blanket like a burrito. Loki takes the cup, holding it to warm up his hands before he takes a long sip.

"Th-thank you, it's q-q-quite g-good," He smiles, his shivering chin making his stutter appear.

"Again, don't mention it. What brought you here?" Bucky relaxes on the other side of the couch, his eyes on Loki. Last time he remembers, Loki was fighting.

"I couldn't move past Tony… it, it went bad, even when I was fighting. All nightmares and flashbacks and I… I think it's killing me. I wanna get out of this, retire. It's just too much, I can't take it anymore," He admits, his voice trembling again but not because of the cold. Bucky reaches out to his hand, a tight grip on it with his fleshed limp. And Loki leaves a small smile.

"And, I thought if you could use a roommate…" He finishes his answer.

"To be honest, it does get a bit boring without some idiots yelling at toasters," Bucky smiles.

"Bread should not be flying!" Loki spits, and Bucky laughs at it. But Loki also lets his lips twist upwards.

"You can stay for how long you want. But we will have to get a bigger apartment, this one has only one bedroom," Bucky answers.

"Let me rest for tonight and it will have a second bedroom tomorrow," Loki eyes the former soldier. He almost forgets about his magic. "But I can settle down on the couch tonight, it's comfy," He smiles. Bucky smiles too, he really doesn't feel like abandoning the apartment, he worked so hard to make it the way it is.

And they start to catch up with each other, while they have the energy to stay up. But they both grow tired and end up muttering goodnight and going to sleep.

For Bucky, it was a normal Saturday sleep, when he knows his alarm clock won't wake him up. But Loki hadn't slept with such peacefulness since Tony died.

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"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY HAIRBRUSH?" Bucky yells from the bathroom.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TAKE YOUR HAIRBRUSH? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU BRUSH THIS SHIT UNTIL NOW!" Loki yells back from the kitchen.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY HAIR LIKE THA- Nevermind, I found it," Bucky mutters the last few words. And Loki hears him perfectly. Because they are 7 feet apart. They didn't need to yell at each other.

"Good for you. Now stop blaming me whenever you lose something," Loki answers, waiting for the soldier to appear on their viewing field. And he did. But they now sigh and pay more attention to the food they're cooking.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Bucky hums, Loki making only a throaty sound as an answer. "What're you making? It smells nice," He asks, moving towards the kitchen to peek at the pot.

"It's a traditional stew on Asgard, you'll see," Loki smiles, but actually means "no peeking until I'm done".

Usually, Bucky was the one doing the cooking. Loki is a better cook, they use a lot of seasoning and know which one goes where, but they don't like it as much. In fact, Bucky can swear they only cook when stressed, as if they try to distract themselves with the smell of whatever they throw into the food.

And they basically talk through the night, with interruptions when Loki is rushing to the bathroom and returning like they had to give birth over there. At least until they both grow tired and fall asleep, right beside to each other. For the first time in days, no screaming and waking up in the middle of the night occurs.

Bucky sighs, trying to find something else to focus on. Something other than Loki's odd behaviour the last days, with the ongoing silence and numbness. Other than the sudden Æsir cooking. Other than the smoking they pretend it doesn't happen, like Bucky doesn't recognize the smell of tobacco in them. Something other than the screaming he hears in the middle of the night and knows that he can't help because Loki tends to lean towards the fight response and Bucky cannot fight back without hurting them.

And he knows where those things lead to. It's not the first time that Loki started going south after Tony. And the previous one was ugly, by all means. What if this one turns out to be ugly too?

"What are you thinking of?" Loki asks, their voice carefully soft. Bucky tries to appear calm, it's not worth worrying Loki too.

"Nothing special…" He shrugs, avoiding eye contact. But he hears Loki sighing and moving the pot before they walk on the couch and sit beside him.

"Is that why you are so worried? Come on, speak it up. Weren't you saying that we should talk about what is bothering us?" They are still soft, like Bucky's the elephant in the room. They were always like this, prefer to soothe others than speak about their issues.

"I'm just worried…" Bucky admits. This will not end pretty…

"Do you want to say what is worrying you?" Loki sits closer, big green eyes staring at him. The dark circles that start creeping around them making them brighter.

"Nah, it's not worth it…" Bucky regrets it and stares elsewhere, gazing at the asexual and aromatic flags hanging on the doors of the two bedrooms. And Loki makes a small tutting sound.

"You can just say you don't feel like talking, lies weren't needed," They argue.

"Says the god of them," Bucky thinks out loud. He shouldn't have said that.

The room gets cold, something Bucky knows is happening because Loki loses some control of their Frostbite when overwhelmed. They stand up and go back to the kitchen, speaking only to inform him that the dinner is ready with a dead voice.

Bucky follows them with hesitance, waiting for them to fill a bowl with the brownish stew before he serves himself and settles on the chair opposite to them.

The stew is nice. The taste of meat is strong and the seasoning makes it kind of sweet. Not exactly Bucky's taste, but he doesn't mind it. Loki plays with the pieces of meat inside it, his right hand holding his head.

"It's nice," He mutters, hoping he can make a small smile appear.

"It's shit," Loki argues, letting the spoon fall on the bowl as they stare at it with disgust. And then, they cover their face with their hands, their rapid breathing echoing.

"Hey, it's just some stew," Bucky tries to soothe them down but they stand up and pace to their room, the door slammed behind them. Bucky wants to follow, walk in and hug them tight and soothe them down. But it's wiser to give them some space.

He tries to finish his own meal, but his appetite is long gone. So, he empties the bowls back in the pot and washes the dishes, trying to think of what to do. He can already feel the apartment going colder and colder, and it's never a good thing.

Maybe if he finds something to cheer up Loki? They like sweets, maybe a cake. Thank God there's a candy store down the road, it will be maybe ten minutes on foot.

Loki doesn't react when Bucky opens the door and leaves, they probably don't even care. Bucky's lucky enough to find a dark chocolate cake, their favourite flavor, and it's cheap enough to buy it. And Loki is still locked in the room when he returns with the dessert.

"Hey, can you please let me in. Just wanna check on ya, you know," Bucky knocks the door. The handle twists and the door opens after a blanket of frost covers it. But, Loki's magic is like a green light that acts like smoke…

Loki is sitting on the corner of the bed, the room around them covered with a thin layer of ice. They have dropped every illusion, even the Æsir one. They do it plenty of times in an attempt to get used to it, or when they can't control the seiðr. They smile just so, fags showing, as they light out a smoke on an ashtray.

"Will you stand there?" They ask, voice dead. There are no tears in their ruby eyes, not trembling from the crying. They just look numb.

Bucky nods and sits on the other side of the bed, placing the box in front of him and a fork above it. "I thought you would like some cake…" He hums, inspecting Loki as they glance at the box.

"Thank you," They try to smile but their face disagrees. They take the box to their lap and open it, frost appearing on the paper that touches him and the fork.

"So, do you feel like speaking?" Bucky asks. They hate showing it, but they love talking and it actually helps them a lot.

"It's just some homesickness. Don't worry, it will pass…" They shrug one shoulder and take a bite of the cake. Their lips twist upwards, a good sign, and they place the box between them and Bucky, a second fork appearing in their hand.

"Oh, thank you," Bucky smiles and takes it, not minding the freezing cold of Bucky's skin. "So, it's about Asgard or the Avengers," He asks.

"Kind of both, somehow… and, it's also the nightmares, as usual. But they're manageable," They lie. After years with them, Bucky knows when they lie. And, most important, he knows when to demand the truth and when not.

"Well, if you feel like it will help, you can come over for snuggles and emotional support." He suggests. Loki smiles and nods, staying silent as they focus on the cake. Can you blame them? They haven't eaten properly for days. But Bucky does give them a look when he realises how fast they devoured the dessert.

"Wait, did you ask for lactose free?" They ask, after making the box vanish. And Bucky forgot to ask.

"Shouldn't you also ask before you eat the whole thing?" He also asks, his worry about how much Loki's small intestine shall suffer tonight growing.

"So, we are both idiots," Loki comes to a conclusion, finding Bucky agreeing.

"Basically, yes… and, I think I should suffer with you tonight, right?" He asks.

"Definitely, just lay near the wall, you don't want to be between me and the toilet," They respond, freeing the space of the bed they meant. Bucky got his metal hand out, he doesn't like sleeping with it on, and lay where he was instructed to, Loki laying beside him.