#phos toni

[mercenaryg]

They're Too Damn Hot for their own good, draws trouble to them, so be a friend to the striking one.

[gaysindistress]

Связи (n.) connections - four

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.”

Warnings: cursing, Carol not being nice

Word count: 3.4k

part three | series masterlist

taglist: @scott-loki-barnes @unaxv @identity22

A week passes by in a blur of moving and staring out the window while that stupid song, Possibility by Lykke Li, plays in the back of my head. Bucky arranged for all of my stuff to be moved into his penthouse but promised to keep my apartment for me. I think he even offered to take over my rent but honestly I don’t remember. I’ve tried to tell myself that I haven’t fallen into a depression but that would be a lie.

Between having my world crumble around me and then rebuilt by others, it’s to be expected that I’m feeling…awful. That’s not the right word but it’s all that I can think of to describe the feeling of complete isolation and loss of control that’s taking residency in my chest.

Bucky and Sam did stay around for the first couple of days, probably to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid but after that, it was just me, the two guards who never look like they’re doing anything, and two other staff members. Thor, the massive blonde guard, lounges at the kitchen island everyday and flirts with the golden haired cook named Jane. The other guard, Valkyrie, is always within sight of me and moves when I do like a little shadow but I rarely see Loki who I can only assume runs the entire place. If he’s not on the phone, he’s just hanging up or is excusing himself to answer it.

I’m grateful to have had time to process and grief before being shoved back into my life and forced to act like nothing happened. Tony and Steve both have called numerous times to make sure I’m okay after randomly taking a week off but it’s Carol’s insistence on texting, calling, DMing, and FaceTiming that gets to me. I have half a mind to show Bucky and get him to do something about however something tells me that I won’t like his methods.

His question comes in the form of a text the first night he’s not around. It was simple; “what’s your favorite food?”

“Are you really going to waste your question on that?”

“It’s a question all the same.”

“Pho but it has to be from the place down the street from my apartment.”

The next day Jane brought me that exact meal and made a point to show me the note that accompanied it.

“See? Not a waste.”

It wasn’t signed but I knew it was from him. Although I wanted to be angry with him for the part he’s playing in all of this, I couldn’t be. I can’t. He’s just as stuck as I am.

We’re both stuck being pawns for a giant game of chess that neither of us want to play.

A debriefing with Wanda and Carol wasn’t exactly what I thought my first day back at work would entail. I’d hoped for a relaxing day with my head buried in paperwork so I could avoid any questions but apparently not.

It surprised me at first that I would be allowed to go back to work but my father apparently hadn't cared enough to make any terms and conditions regarding me after I married Bucky. His concerns lay in the merging of their lower men and giving the directive of “shoot first, ask questions later” if they saw Antonia or any of her people to their Brigadiers. Neither of those things involved me and seeing as I was now a member of the Barnes Bratva, I became Bucky’s burden to bear.

The lack of rules regarding me meant that I could return to work and use it as a cover to help with the FBI’s investigation. Hence why I’m being forced to endure Carol’s stare as Wanda gives me the complete run down on Alexei. The entire time Carol’s been burning holes into my back and Tony’s done the same to her.

The moment I walked in, he had grabbed and yanked me into his office, demanding to know what the fuck happened. I explained as much as I could without putting him in danger but he refused to hear it. He’d threatened to send Steve after me if I didn’t give him the full story and the thought of Steve lecturing me was enough to have me spill everything. I swear tears pricked his eyes but he was quick to engulf me in a hug and promise to do whatever I needed him to.

“Anything at all, you call me. I don’t care what time it is, you call me,” he’d whispered into my hair and I nodded.

I honestly think if I asked him to make Carol disappear, he would. He might even be trying to do that now with the way he’s shooting daggers at her. Wanda pretends to not notice but the air is growing too hot around us and she lets out an annoyed huff.

“You need to figure your shit out right now. I don’t get paid to deal with children so you better grow up and sort it all out right now.”

Carol is the first to speak, “this isn't safe anymore. We need to call it off and find another way to get evidence.”

Wanda arches one auburn brow, “and why isn’t it safe anymore?”

“You know why.”

“I do but if you’re going to suggest something that stupid, you need to back it up.”

Tony snickers to himself and earns a glare from Carol.

I interject, “the operation is fine and we all know nothing is ever going to be ‘safe’ not when you’re dealing with criminals. Your best chance is me. Alexei will trust me more than anyone else you’d send in. It’ll be slow and you probably won’t get anything useful for a few weeks but sending in more people or even pulling anyone will be suspicious and he’ll catch on. I’ve been made Bucky’s Sovietnik and he’s obviously a part of all of this so I’m already in a good position to infiltrate Alexei’s organization or at least get someone else in.”

“Barnes made you his advisor already?” Wanda asks with curiosity and something else edges her voice.

“He only did it to piss me off,” Carol snips as she moves to make herself coffee.

“I’m starting to think you’re the problem, Danvers. Maybe you need to be reassigned,” Wanda snips back as she goes back to look at the file splayed out on the table. She’s leaning over the table and Tony joins her, coming to sit next to where her hand is on the table. They begin to speak in low voices and I take that as my cue to take a break or make a run for it. I still haven’t decided as I get up and excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Carol’s lurking on the other side of the room, angrily stirring her coffee and staring at the ground so I think it’s safe to slip out.

Alas, everything I think is apparently wrong and I don’t see her follow me out but she makes her presence known when she grabs my arm in the hallway and stops me.

“What is it with people grabbing me?” I sneer at her as I spin around and pull my arm away from her before she can say anything. Hurt flashes in the eyes that I once loved to get lost in but that was before I found out she’s been using me. Now they’re dull and lifeless like a painting that’s been sitting in the sunlight too long. “What do you want?”

“I…” she stammers clearly not expecting me to snap at her and that makes me even more angry. Did she really think I could forgive and forget, move on after hearing that she’s the reason my sister is dead and that she’s been lying to me since we met? The void that’s eaten away at me now fills with molten anger and demands to be released.

“Spit it out. I have to pee.”

“I'm sorry. I wanted to say I’m sorry and ask if you’d come over for dinner tomorrow.”

If I were feeling anything other than anger, my jaw would’ve dropped in surprise but instead it clenches and I raise a brow at her.

She continues, looking around to make sure no one hears a single desperate and disgusting word she’s saying, “please, Oksana…”

When I didn’t think she could fuck up anymore, she does and she knows it by the way her face pales.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear; my name is Y/N and I want nothing to do with you after all of this is over. Bucky already told you that we can’t be seen together anymore. We can’t be together anymore and nor would I even want that if it was a possibility. I will be professional because we have a job to do but don’t expect me to come running back to you because you said you were sorry. It means nothing to me.”

Something shifts in her and she takes a step forward as a dark look overtakes her features, “but it means something when he says it?”

I narrow my eyes at her and scoff. Jealousy is a terrible look on everyone but on her it’s appalling. Shaking my head, I turn to the bathroom and she yanks me back, pinning me between the wall and herself. She leans down to whisper in my ear, “because he’s the good guy, right? The guardian angel who saved you from turning out like your sisters? Is that it? Is that why you didn’t even try to stop the marriage and just rolled over like a fucking dog?”

“No,” I grit out as I try to push her but she doesn’t budge. “Move.”

She presses further into me and I gasp out of anger, shock, rage, take your pick.

“He’s the criminal here, don’t forget that,” she whispers in my ear and I squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of her breath washing over me.

“I can see it clear as day now,” I whisper back and she pulls away with pinched brows. Dropping my head back against the wall, I use her confusion as my chance to slam it forward and smash my forehead into her nose. She lets out a shriek of pain and jumps away from me as blood gushes from her nose. I can feel where my forehead made contact with her nose and blood drips down my face but I don’t care.

“Tell whatever story you want, Carol, but don’t think you can make me the villain without forcing me to turn into one. You don’t know me half as well as you think you do nor do you know what I’m prepared to fucking do if needed. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being.”

Finally she’s silent and I straighten my shoulders at my victory before giving her a look that would make even Alexei shrink away. I know that someone will have something to say about what just happened but for now, I’ll bask in the glory of getting her to leave me alone and clean up my face after I pee like I originally wanted to.

Tony is sitting on the bathroom counter when I open my stall and go to clean up. He doesn’t look pissed but he doesn’t look happy either. I choose to ignore him as I gather paper towels and wet them so I can dab at my forehead. He takes them from my hands and finishes the job.

“You need to be more careful.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you though? I don’t know exactly what Barnes has worked out with the Feds but I’m sure there’s a clause somewhere that lets them drop you whenever they want.”

I stare blankly at him and he rolls his eyes; what a perfect duo we are.

“All I’m saying is that if something happens, I don’t know that I can help you.”

I step away from him, narrowing my eyes at him, “I don’t need you to save me. I don’t need anyone to save me, I can take care of myself. If something goes wrong, I’ll be fine because that’s always what happens; I find a way out.”

Tony’s eyes soften and he drops the bloody towels into the sink, “I didn’t say you needed saving, I said I might not be able to help. Those are two very different things and this..”

He gestures under us as if the lies are tangled into the air, “this is different. This isn’t a bad day on a case or even a criminal who got away. This is your past. These are your connections that you’ve tried to sever for years coming back to show you that you won’t be free until every last one is gone. All I’m asking is for you to be careful please.”

I nod and shift my stare to the woman in the mirror that looks vaguely like me. Her forehead is a collage of dark hues, throbbing under the surface but the blood is no longer visible. Her eyes are void of anything, any life, any emotion whatsoever but there is a slight curl to her lips, a shadow of a smirk.

Oksana is staring back at me and I find myself welcoming her home after so many years.

The first thing out of Sam’s mouth when he sees me is “Jesus fucking Christ” as he hands me an ice pack. It’s been a few hours so it’s not like it’s going to do anything but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

“You should see the other guy,” I half joke as I take the pack, pressing it to my forehead with a wince and he shakes his head even more.

Bucky on the other hand is silent, nothing betraying what he’s thinking as he stares at me from across the kitchen island. It’s unsettling. It’s unrelenting. It’s enough to make me want to vomit.

Sam notices and clears his throat, drawing me into a debrief about the meeting with Feds. He sits beside me and doesn’t hesitate before diving into how I got my lovely bruise. Only then does the Pakhan speak and causes us both to freeze mid sentence.

“Question for a question,” he barely utters as he leans back against the cabinets and crosses his arms. “Did she threaten you?”

Sam’s eyes dart between us as I carefully pick my words, “In a way, yes.”

“What do you mean?”

I raise a finger at him, “it's my turn, what changed that night?”

Vague sure but he understands.

“Take your pick. Alexei’s men came in too early, Joseph was killed, you fought me more than I expected, Yelena wasn’t sedated and then she bit Sam.”

I nod, satisfied with his answer and tell him to ask his second question which he repeats. Sam and him give each other a look before he slips out of the room and leaves just Bucky and I in the kitchen. Jane had left us all plates in the fridge but only Sam and Bucky had eaten. Mine still sits untouched only a few inches away on the island but I’ve been too focused with talking to even think about eating.

“She followed me to the bathroom and grabbed my arm.”

“There’s more.”

Damn, he’s getting good; stating things so that I have to either confirm or deny them but not outright asking.

“No there’s not.”

“Yes there is, tell me what else happened,” his voice is stern and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“There’s really not.”

“So your forehead just randomly bruises like that,” he states with a bored look and gestures to the darkening spot on my forehead.

Suddenly my food looks appealing. He calls my name, softer this time and I let out a sigh before looking at him over my food.

“She pinned me against the wall and wouldn’t move so I made her.”

“And head butting was the best option?”

I narrow my eyes at him, “one at a time.”

“Fine, ask yours then.”

I chew my food, pretending to think of one even though I already have one in mind. I maintain eye contact with him as I swallow.

“How long were you and nat together?”

He rubs his jaw and scratches at the stubble that’s grown into almost a beard since the start of this all. Eye bags are slowly starting to form and I wonder if it’s from me or the Feds or anything other aspect of his life. Everything seems to be complete chaos around him albeit organized to some degree.

“We weren’t.”

My brows knit together in confusion, “what? She was in love with you, she wouldn’t shut up about it.

He shrugs before sliding off the counter top and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “Some things are better left alone.”

“Are you always this frustratingly vague? No wonder Sam is always in a mood, you only speak in riddles and sarcasm.”

Bucky chuckles. “And I’m guessing you have a habit of picking fights when backed into a corner.”

“I was raised by the one and only Alexei Shostakov; isn’t that what he’s known for?”

He nods in agreement with a smirk but doesn’t say anything. We settle into silence as I finish eating and he stands guard with his arms crossed while leaning against the wall closest to the front door. The penthouse isn’t extravagant but it’s not homey either. Steel, concrete, and dark wood cover every surface giving it a showroom vibe and the severe lack of any personal touches makes it worse. The room I’ve been staying in was like a hotel room when I first moved in but now it’s at least comfortable thanks to my things. I tried once to be a minimalist but after years of not being allowed to enjoy life, I couldn’t deny the little girl in me that anymore.

Plants line the window seals and terribly hand knitted blankets cover the white bedding I couldn’t get rid of. While it might have felt sterile at first, the sheer comfort and luxury of those sheets and blankets convinced me to keep them. Where there aren’t plants, I put candles and small lamps so I don’t have to turn on the main lights. My little haven is the complete opposite of the kitchen that feels even colder with Bucky’s cold stare but it’s mine and mine alone.

He breaks the silence before I can escape to it and watches me closely.

“Has she hurt you before?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave in an effort to not scare me off I assume. I freeze as I’m putting my dishes into the sink with my back to him. I know who he’s talking about and I know my answer but I can’t figure out why he cares.

He seems to see the hesitation in me and taps my elbow to get my attention. I’m thankful he doesn’t grab me and I suck in a breath before turning around.

He is unlike any of the other Bratva men I’m used to. The others are filthy, worn, and all around awful to be near from their lives in crime but there’s something about this man that’s different. He looks every bit of the menacing Pakhan that he is, however I still remember that laughing young man who pulled pranks on my sisters with me. The years aren’t usually kind to the children raised in Bratvas but he’s found a way to make them work in his favor and at 34, Bucky is the most respected while fearsome Pakhan this world has seen.

The kitchen light above us emphasizes the dark flecks in his blue eyes and amplifies the sun kissed hue of his skin. The dark blue threads of his eyes rival that of any ocean wave I’ve ever seen and mild concern lurks in them as they bore into me.

“Has Carol…” he starts and I interrupt him.

“No. She’s…she wasn’t like that at all. She’s never even raised her voice at me before.”

“Lisichka,” he murmurs to me and the nickname catches me by surprise.

Little fox.

“Don't call me that,” I spit out and clench my fists at my side before storming off to my room.

Little fox.

He used to call Natasha that.

[fallingblueroses]

At the request of @acaplaya-musings . Layne manages to get a new rule put into place at PattyCake.

***

Geoff smiled a little as he walked into PattyCake Production's breakroom and saw someone had already started the coffeemaker. Someone had also brought in a box of donuts, and he'd grab one of those too. It was already promising to be a long day, and the caffeine and sugar would both be appreciated. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment as he waited.

He sat up as the coffeemaker gurgled. "Finally." Once the dripping had stopped he poured some into his usual mug and gratefully took a sip--then spat it back out into the cup. What the hell? The coffee had a strange, bitter taste to it, and at first he thought maybe his coffee mug needed cleaning. He poured another coffee into a Styrofoam cup and tried again--only to spit it back out.

Geoff stared at the cup for several seconds. The aftertaste lingered in his mouth, and he was finally able to place it--beets. Someone had put beets in the coffee--no, he thought. Not "someone". Layne. Who else?

"Oh hey, donuts! Great!" Geoff looked up as Cesar walked in and headed straight for the box. Things clicked in his brain, but before he could warn Cesar the younger man had taken a big bite out of one of the donuts. Cesar's eyes widened, and he sprinted to the trash can and spat it out. "What was that?!"

Geoff picked up the donut Cesar had bitten into and scooped some of the "cream" filling onto a fingertip. His brow creased as he tasted it. "Turnips."

"Turnips?" Cesar sighed. "Oh boy. It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?"

Before Geoff could answer they heard Tony yell. They looked at each other briefly before running toward the sound, and found Tony standing ankle-deep in potatoes in front of an open storage closet, his hand still on the doorknob. Tony's head slowly turned toward them as they gaped at the sight, and he spoke in a high-pitched, almost hysterical voice. "...I'm going to kill him."

Kathy came up from the other direction and stared. "What the--"

Geoff sighed. "Layne's at it again."

"I know." Kathy pointed behind her. "You should see what he did to the office."

Tony snapped out of his stupor. "The office?" He quickly walked in the direction Kathy had come from, and Geoff, Kathy, and Cesar followed him. When Tony got to the office door, he clutched his head and screamed.

Geoff peeked around Tony and gasped. Carrots hung on strings from the ceiling. Garlands made of red, yellow, and orange carrots decorated the walls and a vase with carrots arranged in a bouquet sat on the desk.

Cesar was peeking around from the other side of Tony. "Damn. I'm impressed."

"This is impressive," Geoff said. "He was probably up all night making those."

"Just until two o'clock or so." They all turned around to see Layne standing in the hall, grinning and holding his phone up to record them. "Doris helped until Cyndi made her go to bed. So, did you find everything?"

"Just the beets," Geoff said.

"And the turnips," Cesar chimed in.

"And the potatoes," Tony growled.

"And the carrots," Kathy sighed.

Layne's grin widened. "Oh, so you haven't found the--"

"Radishes," Eli growled as he walked up. "Yes, I found the radishes."

Tony groaned. "Radishes? Where?"

"In the restroom ceiling."

Geoff blinked. "What?" He had to see this for himself. Cesar followed him to the restroom where they found dozens of radishes on the floor and in the sink. Geoff saw a string on the floor, and followed it up the wall to where one of the ceiling tiles was hanging down.

Eli snarled from behind him. "I picked up the string to throw it away, and then it started raining radishes!"

"Did you wash your hands?" Layne asked.

The three of them turned around to see Layne still recording them--and Tony running up behind Layne. He tackled Layne with a yell and knocked him into the group, and then a full-on brawl started.

***

Tony stood watch over Layne while he cleaned the messes up, and Eli used his phone to record everything. Layne sighed as he entered the stage area nearly an hour later. "All right. Everything's cleaned up, there's a fresh pot of coffee brewing, and I'll bring in new donuts tomorrow."

"Good," Kathy said from where she stood next to the easel and large notepad they used for brainstorming. Geoff and Cesar stood next to her, both of them trying and failing to keep stern looks on their faces. Eli kept recording as she walked up and handed Layne a marker. "Now, you're going to write 'I will only use one root vegetable at a time for shenanigans' one hundred times."

Layne blinked. "What?"

Kathy pointed at the easel. "'I will only use one root vegetable at a time for shenanigans'. One hundred times."

"That'll take all day," Layne whined.

"Now!" Kathy snapped.

Layne took the marker. "Yes, ma'am." Eli kept recording him as he went to the easel and began to write.

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #110

The Iron Spider suit is a completely sealed environment. During the pandemic, Peter has been using this suit to stay safe on his patrols and to give Tony and May peace of mind

However, he quickly realizes that the suit also gives him an amazing opportunity. In these new and upsetting times, with everyone stuck at home, afraid and isolated from each other, Peter, in the Iron Spider suit, can pretty much go wherever he wants

So, during the pandemic, Peter expands his usual patrol routine. In addition to his daily grind of getting cats out of trees and stopping bicycle thieves, he starts delivering food and other necessary items to those who can't leave their homes

Maybe someone is immunocompromised, so even after lockdown ends they need to stay inside. Maybe someone is sick and staying home to heal and to keep others safe. Peter visits their fire escapes with groceries, offers to do their laundry for them and walk their dogs. He entertains kids with sick parents through their windows. He gives someone a hug who has been stuck alone in their room for days. It becomes commonplace to see Spider-Man swinging through the city with, essentially, care packages.

Eventually, people start leaving notes on their windows about things they need. Most of the notes start like, "This is only for if you're not too busy!" but Peter loves being able to bring someone their favorite tea, or to help a young mother stock back up on baby formula. Some of the notes are about other people, "My friend at 123 Something Street is sick and he really loves this one pho place..." All of the notes end with sincere gratitude.

(Some of the notes just are gratitude. Paragraphs and fanart and so many people expressing their thanks.)

In this way, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man keeps everyone connected and cared for, even if they first thought they were alone

Bonus:

Inspired by Peter, Tony starts up a new charity (alongside all of his other pandemic relief efforts). The charity allows people to make requests for things they need and to note gifts they'd like to send to others.

It's all ranked by urgency, with the most vital stuff getting sent to people right away. But, the public is also encouraged to donate to a fund (with Tony matching all their donations) to make the less urgent things happen too. Because yes, needs are important. But fulfilling small wants -- giving each other things that aren't exactly required but are deeply appreciated -- is how we show we really care

In this way, the whole city can be inspired by Spider-Man

(Without even having to leave their homes -- since, obviously, the charity's care items are delivered by Iron Legion robots)

Whatever acronym Tony uses for the charity's name, it has something to do with Spider-Man and how, in spite of tough times, we are all still one big neighborhood

This fic idea is dedicated to @lbozzie! Happy belated birthday! I am leaving this fic idea on your fire escape for you to find <3

[jvnart]

I spent the day with my husband, just trying to not dwell on shit

Very cool, would recommend if you are able to, husband or not

We were lucky enough to enjoy all of our favorite things including coffee, the best pho in the country I stg, 2 of our favorite book stores, the OCEAN (He hates that shit but idc 😌✨️) and I met ✨️✨️✨️TONY✨️✨️✨️ he jumped in my lap and was just over all very pleasant 10/10 hope to see Tony again, soon.

Also happy anniversary @doktorventure

[fleeceyang]

tagged by @huiven thanku cat 💋

last song: xtasy (remix) - ravyn lenae, doechii

fave place: home—my neighbourhood park, the library courtyard, the cinema, wherever my friends are!

fave book: speak, okinawa: a memoir by elizabeth miki brina, the bluest eye by toni morrison

currently reading: black cake by charmaine wilkerson, mickey7 by ashton edward

fave movie: everything everywhere all at once, minari, the farewell <- this run help. oh and amelie!

fave tv show: breaking bad, better call saul, OZARK, alice in borderland, love, death & robots

fave food: pho forever and everrrrr

tagging @sheawolfmp3 @neonsbian @1hyunjae @myundyinglove @liefdesbriefjes @duovxq @deadbeatson @heartual and. and you guessed it the girl reading thisssssss #yass ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[alesario]

Marseille, 1966

pho Tony Frank

[charthanry]

TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

I was tagged by @hughungrybear :)

THREE SHIPS

Current or all-time? I’ll just go with the three that immediately come to mind:

Pat and Pran, Bad Buddy (obvs)

Steve and Tony, MCU

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, MDZS

*Honorable mention to Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

FIRST SHIP

Ever? Hmm, before Pacey and Joey it was Anne and Gilbert from the Anne of Green Gables series (books AND Kevin Sullivan’s tv adaptation from the mid-1980s). Gilbert Blythe was my first crush. Anne and Gil’s relationship taught my younger and impressionable self that love was friendship caught on fire and to never settle for anything less; that you can fall both slowly and ardently. Gilbert and Anne set the goalpost for all my future ships, with Gilbert proving that sometimes the nice guy does get the girl.

Also, I cannot imagine a more picturesque backdrop to fall in love in than Prince Edward Island. It’s on my bucket list to visit.

LAST SONG

I’ve been listening to a lot of K-Drama OST lately. I usually have one song on loop for weeks until it wears itself out on my spotify. Last month it was “With You” by Jimin and Ha Sung Woon from Our Blues (fantastic drama btw, I ugly cried in nearly every episode). This week it’s “Goodbye” by WENDY from The Beauty Inside.

LAST MOVIE

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but just yesterday I rewatched Leap Year on Netflix. I shamefully also own the DVD. Gah, *hides face* don’t look at me. 

It’s a cheesy, clichéd, and improbable romcom about an American who impulsively follows her boyfriend to Ireland to propose to him on February 29th. Cue the endless mishaps and series of incredibly manufactured bad luck. She ends up falling instead for the stranger who helps her on the way. The script is silly and absurdly unrealistic, but damn if the chemistry and charm of the two leads doesn’t save the day. 

My favorite scene is when Matthew Goode’s ‘Declan’ wakes up alone on a bus stop bench and realizes that Amy Adam’s ‘Anna’ has left him without waking him to say goodbye. The disappointment and regret in his body language is so palpable that Anna who is standing behind him watching, feels every ounce of his turmoil. She studies him for a beat before breaking the moment with banter. And damn, Matthew conveyed all this just by the way he stands and very subtly slumps his shoulders in defeat. And Anna’s reaction to seeing him this way is just...so telling that you want to shake her and say c’mon girl, you’re chasing the wrong guy. 

It doesn’t hurt that this era of young Matthew Goode is totally my aesthetic. Just look at him. Add to all this the brogue-y accent and WOOF.

CURRENTLY READING

I consume written media the same way I consume music and shows. I devour it. I practically subsist on Ao3 content alone. Lately, it’s been a lot of Red, White & Royal Blue fics in anticipation and giddiness for the upcoming movie.

CURRENTLY WATCHING

I’m in the middle of season 2 of my annual West Wing binge-watch. I’m by no means into politics, but I have yet to discover better American television than Aaron Sorkin’s The West Wing. It’s nearly perfect in its execution.

Currently waiting on a lot of shows to finish airing so that I can binge watch (I’m not making the mistake I did with Bad Buddy by watching it every week, I nearly died). On my list: 

Never Let Me Go

My School President

Crash Course in Romance

Moonlight Chicken

CURRENTLY CONSUMING

Right now? Snacking on Irvins Salted Egg Salmon Skin chips that I got from Costco. It’s deceptively bad for you (high in both cholesterol and sodium content), but the ‘dangerously addictive’ boast on the packaging is wildly accurate.

CURRENTLY CRAVING

Food-wise? A big bowl of homemade pho with all the accoutrements. 

ONWARD TAGS

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[knowtheskybeyond]

Whumptober 2023 October 8, 2023 Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.” Drew Gulak/Jordan James

Iatrophobia (noun) iat·​ro·​pho·​bia

Definition: an intense fear of doctors

Having such a phobia could be hard enough for a person. Having such a phobia as a person who was HIV positive, is an entirely different animal. Jordan always hated places like this. He had hated them since he was a small child. His parents often thought that as he got older, he would overcome the phobia and get used to the level of medical care that someone in his condition would need, after all what six-year-old child was just going to be used to the number of needles that an HIV positive child was going to be subjected to especially in the early days of HIV treatment. As Jordan grew older however he didn't adjust. In fact, the phobia he developed as a child seemed to only grow worse as he grew older. He seemed to internalize the years of fear that his parents didn't allow him to show and because of this the fear only grew worse as he grew older. There had been times in his late teens and early 20s that he had been practically unconscious when Charlie had brought him to the local emergency room.

On this night, however, he didn't have the option to wait until he was too weak to make it to the ER himself. This time he was in New York all on his own. Charlie was away with AEW as the head of their medical team, and Drew hadn't even made it back home from the most recent round of NXT tapings, let alone to be able to make it to New York to be at the ER with him. Jordan was on his own this time. There was no one to help him through the panic that was coursing through his veins, but there was also no one to keep him in that emergency room. There was no one to stop him from running out that door and going back to his apartment. Every fiber in his being wanted to get up from that chair and hurried down to the subway. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, and sent a message to his partner.

So, I don't want you to panic, but I need you to tell me not to leave this ER right now.

Okay so first off why are you sitting in an emergency room right now???

Jordan expected the question as soon as he sent the text. He expected his partner would be texting Charlie as soon as he had the opportunity. Conversations like this had been common between him and his sister when they were living alone, or she was traveling for work. Now he had the added factor of explaining these things to Drew and Tony as well.

Just a little weak and feverish. Nothing you need to worry about. Just wanted to get it checked out just to be on the safe side but every single bone in my body says run out of here and I need you to tell me not to do that. I swear there's a person in every single seat in this ER. It feels as though the walls are getting ready to close in on me.

Okay, well First off, I'm proud of you for making the decision to go and get yourself looked at. I know that wasn't easy for you and I know you don't want to be there. If you made it this far though you can't just get up and leave before you're seen to. I'm sorry that I can't be there with you, but you can text me the entire time you're there I promise.

Thanks darlin'. I knew it was only going to get worse if I just laid there. As much as I absolutely despise the thought, I'm not going to get any composing done feeling like this. I feel like I'm really at a breakthrough with the support group scene and I'm not gonna get any work done on it if I can barely get myself out of bed. It's been years since the demo for Burn All Night dropped and I haven't put out any new work since. I have to put out new work I have to stay relevant.

You obviously haven't been listening to Vienna lately. You're too hard on yourself Jordan and don't give me any of that pot and cut all stuff either. You'll put out the new work when it's ready and not a moment sooner. You can't be everything you want to be before your time. Remember?

Jordan drew in a slow calming breath. Drew was right, of course he was right he always was. Even if he wanted to stay up for the next six days in a row to work on this scene, it wasn't going to be good for the health of the work or for his health to do so; but it did distract him from his panic to talk about the work instead.

Of course, you're going to use that song against me. I never should have told you how much I love that song.

I can't help that it's relevant and it works.

Jordan let out a soundless laugh from under the mask that he wore. Drew always knew exactly what to say to calm him down, and even without having the older man at his side he felt a little less alone even just having the small screen in his hand.

Let Tony and Charlie know that I'm okay. I'll text you periodically and let you know how things are going. They're calling me back now, so I'll let you know how things go once doc comes back to see me. I love you. Don't stay up all night worrying about me.

With that Jordan pocketed his phone and followed the nurse that called his name down the long hallway to an examination room. It was going to be a long night, he knew that ER visits were never easy things, but at least he knew that, Drewould be right there on the other end of the phone whenever he needed him.

[voluntadfuerte]

@mxrvelouscreations​​ | kissing meme prompt | accepting

Steve had taken Tony out for diner. It was one of those vietnamese restaurants Steve wanted to try out. With a pho soup he needed to cross from his list. They had taken the taxi to get there but Steve didn’t want for the moment to stop so they walked back, only to be caught by the rain. And they didn’t have an umbrella. Tony was complaining but Steve couldn’t help but laugh, be happy. And he kissed Tony.

[sithwitch13]

AEW Dynamite 12/4/24

I have pho and wrestling, today is not all bad

Ooh, starting with Shelton vs Fletcher

Lol nobody is willing to say that anyone in Indianapolis is smart

That was an appropriately slimy win

Prayer circle for Juice's fibula and Toni's labia

RIP hook hand

God I love Renee

I'm actually good with any of these guys winning

NOOO EVIL UNO DESERVES BETTER

LIO AND ANDRETTI BETRAYED TOP FLIGHT RRRR

Okay but what if Kyle wins and gets the ring

KYLE MY BABY SEAL

JULIAAAAAA

Lol Bowens like "sure, go stick a fork in that electrical socket"

MJF making fun of Cole's spray tan? Lol. Lmao.

BATTLE OF THE WETTEST

Yuta you little shit

Pac clinging to Jay while blood drips from Jay's mouth is a fuck of a visual

ANGRY PLANT COWBOY IS HERE!

ANGRY ORANGE!!!!!!

Cowboys in snow? What is this?

BANDIDO?!?!?!

ANNA AND PENELOPE HELLOOOO

Commentary, just call Mina and Mariah girlfriends and get it over with

LARGE MEN LET'S GO

My heart is so full hearing the chants for Brody

I can't help it, I'm not mad at a Claudio win.

[massagesbangkok]

Exploring the Diverse World of Massages in Bangkok

Bangkok, a city bursting with life, offers visitors a rich tapestry of experiences, from tantalizing street food to stunning temples. Among these experiences, the city is renowned for its massage culture, which blends traditional techniques with modern wellness practices. This article explores the various types of massages in bangkok, catering to a wide range of preferences and budgets.

1. Traditional Thai Massage

Overview:

One of the most popular massage styles in Thailand, traditional Thai massage (Nuad Thai) combines acupressure, stretching, and energy work. This technique focuses on the body's energy lines and is typically performed on a mat while the recipient wears loose, comfortable clothing.

Where to Experience:

Wat Pho Traditional Massage School: Known as the birthplace of Thai massage, Wat Pho offers authentic experiences with trained therapists.

Baan Dalah Mind Body Spa: This spa emphasizes a holistic approach, combining traditional techniques with a serene environment.

2. Aromatherapy Massage

Overview:

Aromatherapy massage utilizes essential oils to enhance relaxation and promote well-being. The therapist customizes the oil blend based on the client’s preferences and needs, providing a soothing experience for both the body and mind.

Where to Experience:

Health Land Spa: Known for its serene ambiance and professional therapists, Health Land offers a variety of aromatherapy options.

Mandarin Oriental Spa: Luxurious and tranquil, this spa incorporates essential oils into its signature treatments for a memorable experience.

3. Oil Massage

Overview:

Oil massages use various techniques, including kneading and gliding, to relieve muscle tension and improve circulation. This type of massage often incorporates a mix of oils for a deeply relaxing experience.

Where to Experience:

The Oasis Spa: This spa chain is known for its comprehensive oil massage offerings, providing an oasis of calm in the bustling city.

Ruen Nuad Massage Studio: A cozy spot that offers an intimate atmosphere and skilled therapists specializing in oil massages.

4. Foot Massage

Overview:

Foot massages are a staple in Thai culture, focusing on reflexology techniques that target pressure points in the feet. This type of massage promotes relaxation and is believed to benefit other parts of the body.

Where to Experience:

Let’s Relax Spa: A popular chain offering specialized foot massages in a clean and comfortable environment.

Siam Traditional Thai Massage: This parlor provides affordable and high-quality foot massages, perfect for weary travelers.

5. Hot Stone Massage

Overview:

Hot stone massage involves the use of heated stones placed on specific points of the body. The heat helps to relax muscles and enhance circulation, creating a deeply calming experience.

Where to Experience:

Divana Nurture Spa: Known for its luxurious setting and variety of treatments, Divana offers a fantastic hot stone massage experience.

Banyan Tree Spa: This upscale spa combines hot stone therapy with traditional techniques for a unique experience.

6. Spa Packages

Overview:

Many spas in Bangkok offer comprehensive packages that combine various treatments, including massages, scrubs, and facials. These packages provide an excellent opportunity to indulge in a full day of pampering.

Where to Experience:

The Oriental Spa: Offers luxurious packages that include a combination of massages and treatments in a stunning setting.

Let’s Relax Spa: Many of their branches provide combo packages at competitive prices, making it easy to enjoy multiple treatments.

7. Budget-Friendly Options

Overview:

Travelers on a budget need not miss out on the massage experience. Bangkok is home to numerous affordable massage parlors that offer quality services without breaking the bank.

Where to Experience:

Tony’s Massage: A popular spot known for its friendly staff and affordable rates, offering a range of massage options.

Pinky Massage: This local favorite provides a casual atmosphere with skilled therapists, making it an excellent choice for a budget-friendly massage.

Whether you’re seeking relaxation, pain relief, or a unique cultural experience, Bangkok’s diverse massage offerings cater to every need and preference. From traditional Thai techniques to modern spa treatments, the city invites you to immerse yourself in its wellness culture. So, take a break from exploring the vibrant streets, and treat yourself to a rejuvenating massage that will leave you feeling refreshed and revitalized.

[fazcinatingblog]

I've worked with a coworker for like 5 years and he's married(????) and has a kid, so why did I just have coffee (hot chocolate) with him, then pho for lunch in Tony land and then walk to Woolworths where he bought milk (funny time for grocery shopping) and then back to his car where he drove me home

[winteramen]

Dear Abeer,

I don''t want to tell you anything complicated tonight. I know I always speak in riddles. Tonight, I'm watching The Green Book, and the main character, Tony Lip, he just writes to his wife about his day, about what he did, about what he ate. I just want to do that.

I woke up, had peanut butter and waffles, spend the morning with my niece and nephews. I called you, and we talked a little. Before I arrived at the airport, my brother, my two nephews, Kai and Keanu, we went to get Vietnamese pho. It was prety good. But better was their egg rolls. I never had egg rolls that made me think "wow, that was fantastic."

I'm on the plane, at this moment. Had another layover in Phoenix, and the flight was delayed for 2 hours. Iwanted to call you but, I knew you were resting. I'll talk to you soon, I know. Even though we've talked everyday, I feel like it's not enough. I can't wait until we're back in the same place, where I can be by your side.

I miss you so much. I love you even more.

Truly yours, Preston

[stephanie-strange]

“Great!” Steph replies, headed for the ancient land line and unhooking it from the wall. She uses the rotary function and calls the Pho place.

Greeting the woman who answers by name.

“Stephanie! How are you? Are you married yet?” The older sounding woman asks.

“I’m good and no- still no.” Steoh replies going a bit pink.

“Well a nice girl like you should be married. Are you dating anyone yet?” The woman continues.

“I’m really busy with my work Mrs. Lê.” Steoh replies trying ti slither around the question.

“Not too busy for romance! Nobody is too busy for romance! Even the demons have romance Stephanie.” Mrs. Lê replies.

“Yes but. Those are very specific demons that I told you to stop summoning.” Stephanie rubs her temple.

“And I have… but maybe you could start summoning them?”

“Mrs Lê! I called to order food.”

“Oh! Well you could have said so, the usual then?” The woman asks.

“Yes. And Tony what do you want?” Steph asks.

“Yeah like I said. He’s been hibernating.” Bruce says as he opens the door to Tony’s room.

“Well tough shit. I need him.” Stephanie replies.

“By all means.” Banner gestures into the room.

Stephanie snarls a bit and walks over to the bed. Kicking aside discarded clothes and liquor bottles.

“Wadey wakey….” She starts.

Nothing.

She looks back and Bruce is gone. Closing the door behind him.

“Coward… fine…”

She strides over to the window and draws back the curtains with a snap.

Turning to arch a brow and look down her nose at the ‘Great Tony Stark.’

“And to think you’re on more magazine covers than I am…” she grumbled.

“HEY!” She shouts. Fully done with this man.

@stephanie-strange

Tony takes a sharp intake of breath as he slowly lifts his head off his pillow, the sheet stained with drool. "Huh?" He had thrown another one person party the night before and was honestly lucky that Agent Romanoff didn't snap his neck in his sleep with some of the things he said to the rest of his team while he was hammered